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chelseypprimrose · 11 months

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I Dare You / Negan X Reader / pre apocalypse

Summary: A game of drunken truth or dare turns into the best sex of your life.

Warnings ⚠️: daddy kink, unprotected sex/rough sex, choking, oral, spitting, slight voyerism, slight dumbification and use of degrading terms (slut ect) bfd!negan, age gap

As always, all respective parties are over age of consent ect. 🤍 *Not proof read yet*

A/N: whelp here we are again, i started rewatching the walking dead from season 7 and tell me why I had totally forgot that Negan cleans out Alexandria’s houses just to burn their mattresses right down the road from them, the more I watch the more I remember how evil he really was and it makes me giggle and kick my feet i can’t lie lol. Enjoy this little depraved story, I’m just loving writing stories where the reader is very fully aware of someone watching/walking in bc it’s just so dirty I can’t freaking cope 😂love ya’s and my requests are open as always 🤍🎀🧟‍♂️

Straightening out your dress, you walked through the wooden gate at the side of your friends house, the loud thumping beats of music and chatter blaring through your eardrums. You held a bottle of Smirnoff in your other hand, remembering the teaching from your mother about never showing up to a party empty handed, that was considered rude and insulting.

You’d left the party girl lifestyle behind, having your fun in your early twenties but mellowing out in the last year or so, finding more enjoyment in a cup of tea and a good book. Not to the extent of being anti-social, just cutting off bad habits and rethinking where you wanted to take your life. Coming fresh out college filled you with a sense of doubt and confusion, you studied heavy, dedicating your time to educating yourself but hadn’t yet found what you wanted to be in the world. No matter how much you were freaking out about your next step, you couldn’t miss your friend’s birthday party, so you’d decided to have some fun and let loose, deal with reality tomorrow instead.

Pushing those dreaded thoughts underneath the surface, plastering a smile on your face as you entered the already crowded back garden of your best friend, Natalie. You’d known Natalie for years now, exact number you couldn’t remember but through high school and many ups and downs, you’d always stayed close, spending nearly every weekend at her house. That was with her mother though, she’d recently moved in with her dad, due to domestic arguments with her mother getting too toxic. You’d only ever seen her dad twice in your life, normally when he’d pick her up after the various extra curricular activities you two enrolled in together. Negan.

Such a unique name, you’d thought when you first laid your eyes on him. How anyone could give him up would be a mystery to you, from your limited interactions he’d always been sweet to you. Offering to drop you home as well but always denying, not wanting him to drive out of his route just for you. Those polished, pearly teeth gleaming at you when he asked, practically making you melt right there on the spot. You’d cursed yourself for manifesting a little crush on the man, who was your best friends dad, the forbidden attraction. The way he’d sit lazily in the driver side, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, your mind wandering to thoughts of what they would be like gripped around your dainty neck. The black bikers jacket he’d always wear even in scorching temperatures, fitting his frame just right.

“Hey hey girl, how are you?” She wrapped you into a affectionate hug, her candy sweet scent hitting your nostrils, her birthday tiara shining in the sun’s beam. You reciprocated, giving a small squeeze as you released her, holding the bottle out to her. “Happy birthday, Nat. It’s been too long!” You replied as she took the bottle out of your hands, thanking you for the gift. “Come on let me get you a drink and we can catch up!” She lead you through the crowd of people, a mixed bag, some young and some old. You recognised some familiar faces from growing up, giving a small nod at those who recognised you, commenting small hellos.

Natalie motioned for you to take a seat at the rattan sofa lounger, near the side of the backyard porch, a small fire pit in the middle, keeping you toasty as your dress was a little shorter than you were used to. Negan entered through the same gate you’d come through minutes ago, returning with a crate of beer from the garage. He fought his way through the crowd, handing out the liquor to those he’d promised it too. Small ‘thank you’s in acceptance, placing the remaining bottles into a cooler with ice. Wiping his hands off with a small towel, fingers slightly numb from handling the ice, his eyes moved around the yard, silently cursing his daughter for inviting so many people to this place. His annoyance came to a halt when his eyes locked onto you, recognising your face in the sea of people. Watching you laugh with Natalie over old pictures she was showcasing to you, he’d know your laugh from a mile away.

He couldn’t help the heat that ran through his body, his jeans getting tighter as he watched your chest rising, your arms placed in front of you, making your breasts press together firmly, slight cleavage coming into show for him to memorise. You’d definitely grown up since the last time he’d seen you, taking a beer out for himself, he started sauntering over to you, discreetly adjusting himself on the way.

“Well if that isn’t who I think it is? It’s been ages doll!” He exclaimed, your head whipping around to meet his gaze. He looked similar to how he did when you’d last seen him, the only major difference being his beard being thicker and slight whiteness now peaking out of it. “Hey! Mr Smith, it’s nice to see you after all this time!” You almost purred, he loved the way that name sounded rolling off your pretty lips, that familiar heat rising to his cheeks slightly. While it sounded completely innocent to everyone around, he could tell the difference. “Oh why so formal? Call me Negan, we’re all friends here.” He grinned, those familiar pearly whites coming into view as he swiped his tongue along his lower lip lightly. “Are you ladies okay for drinks?” Natalie waved her dad off, claiming they were fine, he took his leave but not before taking one last gaze over your body, your curves almost putting him under some witchcraft spell.

It was later in the evening, the sun setting over the horizon, you’d been roped into playing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ under the suggestion of Natalie, it being the game you played at all those sleepovers you’d had with her back in the day. You were sat with a few other girls, ones you’d recognised from high school. You weren’t best friends with any of them, not knowing them well like you did Natalie, just more so the fact they were the only girls left at the party.

You’d played it safe up to this point, only choosing truth, you decided to throw caution to the wind when your next turn came, proclaiming dare to the group.

Natalie’s eyes found yours, you could practically see the cogs turning inside her head, it got you wondering what her depraved mind was going to come up with. “I dare you to… seduce my dad.” You almost spat your drink out, eyes widening at the request, palms hot with embarrassment. “What? You actually want me to do that? Are you insane?!” You asked, a confused look sat on your face. “Not to be rude but… you aren’t his type at all, so it’s a guaranteed point for me! I’m just being strategic!” She claimed, her eyes meeting yours, goading you to back down. Your heart sank at the confession, you couldn’t understand why it stung so much, it was just a little silly crush but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit this new information made you feel a bit low. Your hurt feeling started slowly turning to slight rage, still watching Natalie as she challenged you with her eyes.

“Okay, how about we make this interesting though? $100 suit you?” You smirked, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of your purse, waving it in her face, mocking her. She returned your smirk, that goddamn egotistical smirk she got from her father, her manicured hand coming out in front of her to offer a handshake to seal the deal. “You are on, sister. You have to bring something back to the table that’s his, it’s the only way I’ll believe you.” You raised from the couch, slamming your empty cup down on the small table, taking your hair clip out, hair falling to the top of your back in loose, bouncy pin up curls. The girls watched you walk through the patio doors, sliding it to let you in before continuing on with the game.

You got into the kitchen, a few people standing around in conversations, you politely asked one of them if they had seen the man you were seeking out, answering that he’d gone up to his bedroom to change shirts, alcohol being split on him about five minutes ago. Making your way to the top floor of the house, you started trying doors, having absolutely no clue which one was his as you’d never been in the house before. You came to the last one at the end of the landing, being met with the very man you wanted to see.

There he was, shirtless in front of you, his room rather large. A four poster bed in the centre of it, black and red silk sheets with matching puffy pillows, a small door which lead into a en-suite, two bookshelves at the sides of the bed, small circle led lights above the headboard. He threw the wet t-shirt he’d taken off into the wicker laundry basket, not yet noticing that you’d entered the room. “Mr Smith? Sorry for not knocking, I need to speak to you about something.” You mumbled, the anxiety of what you were about to ask him gaining on you. He slightly jumped, a flirty grin on his face when he realised it was you who was there. You took a seat in the leather loveseat, matching the bed sheets, red and black were obviously his favourites. Your hands nervously played with the hem of your dress, his eyes wandering to your delicate fingers. “I’m all ears doll, ask away!” He says, turning his back to you as he found another t-shirt to change into, you opened your mouth to talk, nervousness managing to stop you in your tracks.

He turned back around, his face contorting into a confused look, wondering what you be needing to ask that would get you so worked up like this. “So Natalie dared me to… seduce you in our game of truth or dare. I had every intention to give it my best shot but she told me I’m not your type. W-which is fine, but I kind of bet $100 on it. Is there any chance you could give me something out of this room that I can take down to prove I did it, without actually doing it?” You awkwardly explained, your eyes not being able to meet his, if they had you would have seen the shimmer in his eyes as you cutely fumbled over your words out of embarrassment. He let out a large laugh, your face squirming, if his daughters confession made you feel bad, this was ten times worse. You felt a small tear gathering at the bottom of your eye, wanting the earth to swallow you in this moment.

It was the touch on your knee that made you look up, meeting his gaze as he knelt down to come to face level with you, Negan hadn’t bothered to put another shirt on, the low light of the room landing on his body just right, your core feeling slightly slick as his muscles tensed deep. You thought he was about to make fun of you for such a childish request, when he grabbed your chin firmly, making your head stay in position it was, looking into his eyes, not having the nerve to look away.

“Now doll, please tell me why you’d ever listen to such a fucking stupid thing like that?” He questioned, his thumb tracing your jawline slightly, still holding your chin in place. Your ears perked up, the total opposite of what you thought he was going to say coming out. “Uh, I’m not sure?” You replied, your voice not coming out as confident as you would have liked, that smirk still on his face. He was enjoying watching you squirm underneath him, his hand let go of your chin, hooking either hand around the underside of your thighs, pulling you slightly forward so your ass was half on the chair and half off. “How about I do you one better? Why don’t we actually complete the dare, huh doll? I don’t know why she’d say some crazy shit like that, probably hasn’t been paying attention to how I haven’t taken my goddamn eyes off you all night. You’ve really grown into a fine ass woman, you know that right?” You let out a slight moan, the feeling of his large hands keeping your legs spread open for him to see making your whole body electric. A vision of white panties peaking out under your dress, your new position on the seat making it rise up to your waist. “Thanks for the compliment Negan, but if… if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.” You managed to make out, in broken breaths, your chest rising heavily up and down as you did, eyes wandering to his abdomen.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl. Just relax and let daddy take care of you.” He whispered lustfully as his fingertips moved your panties to the side, showing your ever wetting slick pussy to him. He had to take a sharp breath in, nothing he’d seen was a prettier sight that this, hadn’t even imagined you looking this good, exceeding his wet dreams. He gathered saliva in his mouth, a powerful spit right on the centre of you, you whimpering in response at the degrading and dirty action. “Well, look at that! Someone likes a bit of domination doesn’t she?” He proclaimed to you, he couldn’t believe his fucking luck. You gasped as he finally took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it softly, teasing you with his devilish tongue.

He moves back to your pussy where he runs his tongue over your wet lips. You let out a deep guttural groan, as you grab large pieces of his slicked back hair, tugging him slightly, guiding him to all the places, you needed attention on. Negan continued to lick long strips down from your sensitive bud to your opening, listening to your moans and whimpers as he did. “Fu-fuck Negan! Yes, your making me feel so good.” He took his tongue of you, whining at the loss of contact. A darker look shifted on his face, more pressure as his hand dug further into your thighs. “Listen here, dollface. Tonight I’m not Negan, tonight I am daddy, you get that? Or has my tongue already made that pretty little head of yours blank?” He growled out, his tone completely like nothing you’d ever heard him sound like before, you’d truly woken the beast inside this man and you couldn’t wait for the journey. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry daddy, please put your tongue back on me, it makes me feel so fucking good!” He sinisterly grinned at you, parting your folds again and letting your juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking you as you begin gyrating on the chair, trying to push your hips into his face more, nothing mattering to you more than the pleasure he was providing, while pulling his hair with your fingers.

As he begins sucking your clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into your pussy, finding how tight you clamped around him, trying to intensify your pleasure. Negan begins to alternate between licking and sucking your clit, as you became more and more impassioned. It isn't long before you thrusted your pussy hard against his face, his beard scratching against you as your first climax washed over you, your hips bucking even more, back arched, your arms that were holding you up shaking.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you inside me now, please!” You whined, Negan hoisting you up off the now wet chair, the slick shining sun in the light of the room. He slammed your body on the bed, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, the blood rushing to your ears. “Goddamn doll, this pretty little pussy is going to be the death of me, pull that top down, I want to see those tits bounce as I fuck you dumb.” You obeyed, pulling your breasts out of your dress, the style of dress restricting you from wearing a bra, cupping them and rubbing your nipples as well. He could have bust right there and then, the image of you below him, looking like something out of a damn Playboy magazine.

He trails kisses up your body, tasting the thin layer of sweat on your skin until he reaches your mouth where he kisses your lips deeply, snaking his tongue into your mouth as he lined up at your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds, setting your whole body on fire, nerves standing on edge. He releases your mouth, moving to your neck, nipping and biting at it as he finally stretched you out, filling you up nicely.

“That’s it doll, fuck. You feel goddamn heavenly, such a good slut for my dick right?” He grunts out, leaning away from your neck to hover over you as he put his hands around your throat, his pace getting more erratic, unable to control himself from his hard thrusts as your skin slapped together. Your head was starting to go dizzy, between being upside down and your oxygen being slowly cut by Negan’s large hand, it intensified your impending orgasm. Negan pulled out quickly, turning you over from your back to your stomach, forcing your back to arch as much as you could, slipping back into you. The new angle sent you nearly cock drunk, Negan too mesmerised watching his dick going in and out of you, not noticing the door slowly opening slightly.

You looked over to see Natalie looking on at you and her father, like time had stopped in place. You couldn’t see her whole face, just her eyes. Frozen, she made no move to say anything or close the door. You smirked at her, your eyes not breaking eye contact. “Oh daddy! You fuck me so good, my pussy belongs to you!” You moaned, a narcissistic grin sitting happily on your mouth. “Shit yeah doll, this pussy is all fucking mine you dumb whore.” His hand coming down in your hair, his other placed around your neck again. Hips snapping repeatedly against you at a now familiar pace, a moan leaving you every time he snapped. You raised yourself up on your elbows, repeatedly rubbing your thumb over the tips of your index finger and middle finger, the universal sign for Pay Me. Her eyes squinted in anger, closing the door again, not wanting to see anything else and now pissed she owed you money.

You quietly laughed to yourself as quietly as you could, feeling your walls clamp on Negan’s dick as you were ready to orgasm. “Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum again!” You whimpered, gripping the silk sheets below you both, Negan shallowly grunting above you. “Shit doll, me too. Let go for me baby, milk daddy’s dick doll.” You squeezed the bed sheet again, your whole body shaking as you closed your eyes, breathing irregular as you flopped forward on the bed, panting heavy. Negan pulled out at just the right moment, hot spurts of his cum hitting your lower back, cooling off after a couple seconds sat there. He carefully placed himself next to you, pulling you towards him so you rested in his arm. “I’ve been waiting for that for years, you know?” You told him, your fingers slowly drawing small circles on his forearm. “Could have told me sooner doll, that was fucking sen-sat-ional! You are perfect.” You laughed, kissing the side of his face, leaving a small nip at his ear lobe.

Two orgasms and $100 richer, it was worth leaving the house after all.

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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hi lovee your work<3 could you write a oneshot with bucky where the reader gets really really sick while bucky's on a mission and no one tells him so he gets worried and caring when he sees her. Just make it super fluffy with also some angst!!

omg, bro sure sure sure!!! Bucky is my sweetheart, my boo, my pretty boy I absolutely adore him.

In this fic, you get a lot of backstories, Steve and Tony being besties, Thor and Natasha being Y/N x Bucky shippers, lots of phase 4 references, my undying love for "Clueless" and nobody dies 😉😂

hope you like it <3

Things I'll Never Say

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Ft. The Avengers)

Premise - Words from the heart are sometimes left unsaid, but will they finally be expressed through actions?

Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I want to blow you, away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

Guess, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

-Avril Lavigne, Things I'll Never Say

Avengers Compound

You sneeze for the third time that day as you open your door to reveal Buck standing behind it. He was ready in his gear and was puzzled by your demeanor.

“Hey, Bucky," you say, trying your finest to sound normal, but out came a croaky voice from your throat. It has been a hell of a night as you struggled with a stuffy nose and fever. You had no sleep and were sleepy as hell. You didn’t want the team to catch the viral fever so you stayed in your room.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled at you.

“Are you heading out on the mission?” you ask him, leaning against your door.

“Yes, we were just about to head out, I thought of checking up on you.” He copies you by leaning against your doorframe.

“Thanks. You’re coming in?”

“Nah, just passing by. You’re feeling alright? Banner told us why you dropped out of the mission.”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. It’s just a mild cold.” It hurt you lying to Bucky. You didn’t want him to worry and wanted him to focus on the mission. You actually thought your thermometer might be broken when it showed 104 (celsius) on it.

“Okay.” he nods

“Hmm.”

A comfortable silence falls in between you two, one you have become accustomed to. Bucky was a man of few words, and you never pushed him to say something. He lowers his gaze to his shoes, thinking about something. You wait, patiently.

“If you need anything... won't you let me know, Y/L/N?" he says.

You huff out a laugh “Yes, Barnes, I’ll let you know.”

The way you emphasize his last name made him laugh, and he looked you in the eyes. Despite being trained by secret agents and a literal Black Widow, Barnes always somehow managed to read you. In the same clothes you were wearing the day before, he watched your eyes, his sight unflinching.

He knew. He knew you were lying.

“Bye Y/N.” he steps away from your door frame.

“Bye Bucky” you wave sheepishly as he walks back through the hallway, lifting his chin and giving you a smirk. You blush a bit and close the door once he gets out of your sight, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

---/---/---/---/---/---

You have had this hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes since the day you almost beat him in a fistfight in Germany. You were team Tony; and he was team Steve. You fought so hard, matching his fistfight style and speed that shocked him, you were trained by Natasha and Clint after all, the best of SHIELD agents. But you got distracted for one second and his body slams you on a table. As you groaned in pain, he gets up and says, “You fight well, good luck next time.” You couldn’t answer but mouth a “fuck you” and he walks away with a sarcastic smile.

Even after everything, you could not stop thinking about him. The soothing blue of his eyes, the way he almost seemed impressed by your fighting, and that smirk, God damn. You were not sure if you'd ever meet him again, given the fact that Tony hated his guts and you were on his team, you could not help yourself but fall into the rabbit hole of the lore of The Winter Soldier. You read his file, read everything you could find on him when he was brainwashed into doing things you knew no person would ever do willingly. And your heart ached for him, everything that he had to endure.

But you do meet him, almost two years after Germany.

In Wakanda, he was startled finding you there, and let out a small, “hi” which almost made you roll your eyes if it was not for Natasha and Sam engulfing you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for years. Steve and Bucky made amends with Tony. All your friends that were torn apart two years ago, fought Thanos together.

And won.

You came back to the compound in New York, and everything fell back in place, just like it was before. Bucky and Tony made amends, and he was granted parole.

You didn’t talk much to him until you encountered him sitting by himself one night in the living area at 3 in the morning. You were about to sneak some late-night snacks from the fridge when you saw him just sitting alone, looking out the window. It was a different side of him, a shy and reserved man so drastically different from the one you encountered before.

Your friendship started when you wordlessly took a seat next to him and sat in silence for a long time. He finally turned to you and said, “I’m sorry about throwing you on a table.” Which made you say, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too, about my choice of words at that moment.” That made him laugh. And God was it beautiful. You could hear it all day and would never get tired of it.

You did listen to it, when you fell into this silent agreement of you joining him in the living room every night and sitting in silence, exchanging a word or two, or waking up splayed on the sofa with a blanket on you as he slept on the chair.

You never pushed him, and he opened up slowly. He told you about his life before he became the Winter Soldier, what he could remember. He told you how he could not remember the faces of his family, but bits and pieces of things related to them.

His sister tying her ribbons on his window to dry off, the smell of his mother’s food, his father’s watch that he would always forget before leaving for work, the sunlight shining through the alleys where he played with his friends, and so many other stuff.

You listened. Never interrupted. Sometimes even helped him to remember.

He never told you about his time in HYDRA, the horrific things he went through. And you understood the war that was still going on in his mind about whether or not was he guilty of it, or not.

You never felt this close with anyone before, not your previous boyfriends or your closest friends. He made you feel calm and at peace every time you were with him, unlike the anxiety and fear of rejection you have felt with others.

But the real question, as Natasha told you, still stands.

Would you let him know how you feel? Or not?

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He climbs the ramp to the quinjet and looks around. He looked around as everyone was busy getting prepared for the long flight to another continent.

Natasha and Clint were already seated, in deep conversation whispering in Hindi. He could listen in due to his heightened hearing but he chose not to.

Tony and Thor were in the cockpit the former explaining to the latter not to summon lighting once they are in the sky, “...I do not want to explain to Fury why another one of his quinjet’s operating system is fried up because you chose to show Spiderling how your hammer works at 15000 feet up in the air.”

“I understand, Son of Stark.” He says with a not-so-reassuring smile on his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

He looks at the middle of the jet to see Sam and Steve, Captain America and Nomad, discussing the plans for the missions. He decides to join them.

“About time you showed up Barnes,” Sam glances at the holographic map.

“Nice to see you too Wilson.” He says as he stands next to Steve.

“And Wanda turns out, got married in secret and is currently on her honeymoon with Vision. She called Tony the other day to tell him she’s taking a leave for a few days.” Steve says, looking at Tony in an almost teasing manner.

“Where are Wanda and Bruce?” he asks, after noticing both were missing from the jet.

“Banner got a family emergency so he is headed to New York. It turns out his sister was also exposed to gamma rays and could transform into a hulk.”

“He’s got a sister?” he asks bewildered.

“Cousin,” Sam says.

All eyes turn towards Bucky as he realizes that he is suddenly the center of the conversation. “I… Yeah, she’s good.” He stammers out.

“I, of course, gave her a piece of my mind before congratulating,” Tony says as he joins the group, “given the fact I am her father-in-law and wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

“That’s… well… you’ve got a point.” Steve gave up his reasoning with Tony a long time ago.

“So, how’s Lady Y/L/N? Thor asks, gathering around them.

"Is she well?" he asks.

How could he tell them that you lied to him? That at this very moment you might be in pain or suffering. And here he is, getting ready to go on a mission halfway across the earth, like an idiot. He looks up and realizes that everyone was still looking at him, waiting for a full answer.

"She's not well," Steve says in a calming voice. He could see right through him.

“She lied to me about being alright. I could feel her body heat standing five feet apart Steve, she’s not well.” He finally admits.

“Well then, go back to her,” Thor says.

“What?” he looks at him.

“It's an intel mission Barnes, we’ll be fine. Please be with your girlfriend. She needs you." Tony says.

Bucky looks at Steve. He smiles at him, a silent understanding saying ‘yes, go for it!”

Bucky instantly turns a dark shade of pink, “Uh, we’re not… I mean.”

“Wait, are you not courting Lady Y/L/N?” Thor sounded genuinely offended.

“No... I didn’t tell her I liked her.” He looks at his shoes, not being able to meet someone in their eyes. He feels someone squeeze his arm and looks in that direction. It was Natasha.

“There are six of us. And we got aerial support from the country’s Air Force. Go get your girl.” She smirked at him. “Hell yeah!” Clint cheers and everyone joins him.

He shouts thanks to everyone, slapping Steve’s back for good luck, and runs out of the Quinjet.

And just as he was about to go to your room, he got an idea, one that would cheer you up more than anything.

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The door opened and in came a tall figure, holding all sorts of bags. You squinted your eyes to realize that it was Bucky.

You were in a dreamlike state, shifting in and out of consciousness and feeling dizzy. Your entire body was in pain, and your head was killing you. But then, you hear a knock on your door just when you decide to lean up on your elbows.

“It’s open, come in.” you sounded like a frog with the croak in your throat.

You laughed out loud. This was unbelievable. You knew Bucky always had a soft side and looking at this, you were witnessing the full force of it.

“Bucky?” you call out puzzled. "Yes, that's me." He answers, turning the lights on in your bedroom. Your room lit up as he kept everything on the table near your bed.

“I got you some chocolates and the multi-colored sour patches, some fresh fruits, vaporub, and…” he turns to you, holding an Ipad, “a shit ton of movies.”

“I thought you were on the mission.” You say, making space on your bed and scooting away to a corner. He takes the seat and turns to you, “It was an intel mission, half of the team is on it and they let me sit this one out.” Saying so he smiles, showing his pearly whites.

Up close, you could see the small wrinkles near his eyes and his scrunched-up nose. He looked like a really cute and cuddly bear.

“So, you want to spend the day with me?” you ask through your eyelashes, suddenly aware of your state sitting in front of him.

You were wearing an old pair of sweats and a hoodie you’ve had since high school; your hair was a mess and your room looked like it had been attacked by a tornado. Clothes, books, shoes everywhere. His eyes softened, realizing what you were thinking about. He quickly shoves the treats and the tab towards you, saying, "Pick any movie you like Y/N. I’ll be right here.” And he gets up.

He starts collecting everything that is thrown around the room and brings it to your bedside. "Bucky, you don't have to do this -" he gestures for you to stop.

“You can’t possibly think you can clean the whole room in that state. C’mon Y/N, let me do this. Your job is to choose a movie that won’t bore me to sleep like the last time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t like ‘Me Before You'. I absolutely loved it.”

“It was sad.” He answers with a solemn tone, collecting the books and piling them on the table.

This time, you were sitting next to each other under the covers of your double bed. Bucky was leaning back on the headboard, his right arm slightly touching your fingers. You didn’t realize when but slowly your body was leaning towards his arm. You were feeling cozy and sleep was slowly taking over your body. And as Cher was plotting a makeover for the unpopular girl, your arm came in contact with his. “Damn, you’re so comfy.” You mumbled; your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your heart drops realizing that he didn’t like the story where the main couple did not end up together. So, you settled down for something funny and cute; Clueless. A movie Bucky loved instantly when you were introducing him to modern media.

The first time he saw it, the whole time he was saying, “Why do I feel like I’ve seen it before?" repeatedly. It wasn’t until you mentioned that it was based on a Jane Austen novel that he recalled reading it while hiding with Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

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Bucky never focused on the benefits of being a super soldier, being part of the darker side of what the serum did to his body for most of his life. Therefore, he found it quite difficult to do so. But ever since you connected, he found some upsides too, his body was capable of doing some things the others couldn’t.

Like smelling your lavender shampoo from across the briefing room, getting goosebumps whenever you touched him, noticing the details of your face, the fine lines around your eyes that looked so damn beautiful when you smile.

And currently feeling his heart drop hearing what you said. He shifted his focus from the screen to your face, now much closer than it have ever been before, as it rested on his shoulder.

All his heightened senses were on overdrive as soon as you snuggled up to him. Your head rested on his shoulder as you held his arm in a hug.

You looked adorable, and he felt you relax, realizing how his higher body temperature might be relaxing to you.

He carefully closed the iPad, keeping it on the nearby table and clearing the bed as much as he could with you clinging onto his arm. He gently adjusted your body to lie back on the bed, and when he tried to go away, you held onto his arm, murmuring, “don’t go” in such a small voice his heart melted.

His mind flashed back to all the times you silently slipped into his room after hearing his cries through your bedroom walls. How you got under the covers and held him as he slowly fell asleep.

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He smiled a small smile and lied next to you, covering you and him under the blanket, and as you snuggled closer to him in sleep, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and fell asleep, the nightmares staying away this time, as you held each other in silence, at peace.

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 5- don’t blame me.

“oh, lord, save me. my drug is my baby i’ll be using for the rest of my life.

a/n: oooookay 😂 one more part after this? no promises? this chapter is cool and i like it but be warned it’s semi boring.

@fitzs-trained-monkey @fandomrulesall-blog @princess-charming-01

i was shunned.

it had been two months and i hadn't heard from rebekah. she'd stopped coming to school the day directly after her discovery. she texted caroline, informing her she wasn't going to be apart of the cheer team anymore. she was even respectful enough to return the uniform to her.

but she wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls.

i stared longingly at her usual desk in each and every class. paying attention was difficult when there was a newfound hole in my heart. i'd never been so close to somebody before, especially in such a small time frame. and suddenly she was gone.

all because of me.

i took up more shifts at the grill and was on the precipice of full-time. caroline, bonnie, and elena started having me over more often. but i excluded myself from supernatural conflicts. it's not like i had offered any good skills anyways.

it was better this way, i told myself.

elena would make jokes about how it was good i had decided to stop seeing rebekah. like i'd had a choice.

"i'm sure it was fun sometimes, but god, i would be sick to my stomach with fear," elena remarked, tossing popcorn into her mouth.

it was a friday night after the last football game of my entire life. a moment i should've gotten to share with rebekah.

i smiled, tight lipped. "yeah."

no.

i missed it.

it felt more normal than this.

movie marathons, making fun of romantic scripts. stuffing our faces with pizza and popcorn and soda. swimming until 3am, listening to one direction. a guaranteed 'ride' home from school everyday.

fuck, i'd even finally gotten my license. my mom started taking me out to practice with my learner's permit and, after a few weeks, i passed the test with flying colors. all my hours at the grill over the past two years made up enough money for a down payment on a decent car. i wished rebekah was in the passenger seat every time i left school. vamping was fun- but i had the entire world at my tires now. with no one to see it with.

though i did miss her vamping me everywhere. it always led to a laugh, a new happy memory to be shared between the two of us.

there would no more of those.

i'd gone to the house numerous times, of course. i'd waited a month to do so, afraid that if i came too soon, it would slice open the wound and pour lemon on the cut. the first time, i'd waited on the porch for ten minutes, fingers nervously playing with my lanyard. rebekah always joked that she would buy me a keychain whenever i got my license. she wanted to be the first one to do so.

but i'd had to buy my own.

i knocked, eventually. klaus opened the door. he smiled sadly, down at me.

"hello, love," he nodded once. affirming the situation. it was as bad as i thought.

"i-" i shut my mouth tightly. my voice was weak. "is rebekah here?"

klaus shook his head, left to right, "she left."

my heart sunk a little further. i was afraid it would drop out of me if it went any further. "where'd she go?"

left? the house? the family? the state? life itself? had klaus daggered her? had she decided to tap out of it all?

klaus leaned against the frame, crossed his arms. "my family founded new orleans, a long, long time ago. we had a house- a compound there. elijah thought it might be a good idea for us to leave mystic falls behind and start over. rebekah finalized that decision after- you."

tears welled up in my eyes. i quickly brushed my fingers against my cheeks, soaking up the water there. it kept coming though, and i sniffled at the flood. "oh. ok. i'm sorry- sorry to have come."

i went to leave, but klaus caught my wrist in his hand. he looked down at me, pitifully. his pupils were rounded out with compassion. that was the klaus caroline saw. that humanity. he pulled me into a hug.

it wasn't awkward or tense. i sunk into his arms, and the tears flowed from my eyes. he held me gently, one hand at my back, the other at the nape of my neck. his fingers were soothing on my skin, comforting me back from the ledge. eventually, i pulled away, flashing an embarrassed smile.

"um," i gulped, "when you see her, will..."

klaus nodded encouragingly. "it may take a while, but she'll hear you eventually. i can't promise forgiveness or the chance to move forward. she's stubborn. but she does love you. always and forever."

i shut my eyes tightly, a shaky breath reaching the bottom of my stomach. "thank you."

the other times i went, the house was empty. i just wanted to soak in the memories there, the smell of the garden, the chlorine of the pool, the aura of rebekah's room. i stood on the porch, staring at the door, willing it to unlock. then, i saw a envelope, sticking out from underneath a rock on the porch. my name was on the front, in a beautiful, cursive writing. it was heavier than an envelope of its size should be.

i quickly tore it open, careful not to rip the thick packet of papers inside. a letter from klaus was enclosed, along with a key, and that packet.

"dearest y/n,

i have enclosed the deed to our home here in mystic falls and in new orleans. i put them in your name. i didn't want to sell this one, in case my family wants to one day return. but i additionally wanted you to have it. i hope it's consolation, though it's not enough for what you've gone through since the supernatural first knocked on your door. the second is so we have a reason for unwanted to not be able to come in. i hope it's ok if i call you, need i your invitation.

below is the address of our compound in new orleans and my new cell phone number. one day, i hope we see you again. you are a mikaelson now, no matter what happens.

affectionately, klaus.'

i tipped the envelope and the key dropped into my hand and a necklace fell to the porch. i picked it up, hands beginnig to shake when i saw the mikaelson seal branded on its charm.

i burst into tears again.

–

kol was a different story.

for a week after, he came to see me. after school, walks home from the grill, a trip or two out to our over look. it was tense at times, especially when one of us would bring up the issue at hand. but we tried to push through. if i had been completely abandoned, i didn't know if i would've been able to move on so well. not that i was moving on at all.

then, after a week, he started making excuses. i waited for an hour after my shift at the grill one night. he never showed. so i walked home, wishing my drivers test would come sooner. it happened again later in the week. i waited twenty minutes.

at that fridays football game, i looked for his face in the crowd. he was nowhere to be seen. i texted him, called him. he sent back excuses, apologies that were empty. i'm sure rebekah was threatening him, and he felt pressured- but what about me? he'd roped me into this mess, and now he was leaving me on the side of the road. he was breaking the trust if built, brick by dirty brick.

eventually, his responses stopped. i cried myself to sleep two nights in a row when i realized he was never going to come to my window again. and when klaus told me they were moving, i stuffed kol's hoodie in the back of my closet, his boxers in a drawer somewhere.

movie tickets, a pressed flower, a polaroid of him. it was empty romance now. a hopeless dream i had once wished and was now paying for.

i should've known.

rebekah had been wrong. i never needed this- a hurricane, disrupting my life when it was just getting great. what lesson would i learn? that i was a shitty friend? that i was vulnerable and stupid and fucking hopeless.

when i got my license, i drove myself out to the cliff. i wore his hoodie, hoping it would bring me a sense of closure. i sat on the open trunk of my car, clutching the necklace around my throat. i hid it under my shirt everyday. it was still valuable to me. it made me feel a little better.

tears wallowed down my face, sobs threatening to burst through my mouth. i put in my headphones and listened to his songs, his favorite lyrics. the 1975 was truly meant for douche bags like him.

i sat silently, staring at the full moon, howling down at me like it was humorous, this barren moment. here i was, alone. where we had once been together.

in every way.

i swear i heard a twig snap from the woods. i jumped off the trunk, spinning around to face whatever danger was there.

"hello?" i peered into the darkness, tired and afraid. i pulled a headphone from my ear.

a shadow moved along the tree line and my eyes snapped towards it. it dissipated as moonlight streaked across the trees.

someone had been there. or maybe it was a trick in my head.

i went home.

life moved on.

fall bled into winter, but the only real change in the days was the bitter cold that came some nights. it snowed, only sometimes, and i relished in the excuse to skip school, work, to just lay in bed. i carried my chair to the balcony some times, sat there and watched the snow fall around me. i'd shiver under a blanket, and get a cold every once and awhile. but it felt good to freeze.

i was a walking cliche for some months. until i let myself thaw a little. caroline and i became closer friends. it began one day after school, when i was at my locker. she offered for me to come with her, elena, and bonnie to a tour of white more college. i declined. she asked why. i shrugged.

"are you.." i watched her take a deep breath. her brows furrowed. she frowned. "y/n...are you okay? god, how has nobody noticed how- i'm so sorry."

she latched onto me, hugging me tightly to her chest. my eyes watered a bit.

"it's fine, care," i pushed off of her. i felt like i was choking. "there's bigger issues in the world than my broken heart."

"no, god, y/n..." she sighed, "you lost your best friend and your...boyfriend? you lost kol all within the span of a month. i don't know what happened between you two, but i do remember that night- rebekah's party. you had feelings for him. and he left you. what happened?"

i shut my locker, crossed my arms over my chest, "i don't know. they moved to new orleans. i guess i was too heavy of baggage to pack."

caroline shook her head, "no, don't say that. that's not true. hey- screw bonnie and elena. why don't we go out tonight? get drunk at some random bar, cry over tequila shots and dance with small-town 7 looking boys?"

i let myself laugh for the first time in a long time. i nodded, "sure. that sounds...fun, actually."

hours later; i was dressed up in the tiniest black piece of cloth, wearing a pair of caroline's heels that made my feet groan when i walked. i let her curl my hair, do my makeup. all of it took too much energy- but i needed to stop moping. i needed to close the chapter on mourning and start writing the one for healing.

i needed to start getting ready for graduation. prepare to spend my last summer as a kid in my hometown.

the mikaelsons weren't going to ruin my life. not my senior year.

i threw my head back, a tequila shot burning down my throat. i coughed into my elbow slightly, looking at Caroline with a grin. she cheered as i slammed the glass back onto the bar.

the music blared in my ears, another 2000s pop hit that was only fun to listen to in bars like this. we danced, drank stuff she compelled out of the bartender, and i sat and watched as she flirted with two boys.

they came over to us and she looked to me, "let's go dance with them! fuck kol!"

i shook my head, laughing, "no, thanks. you go, have fun!"

i slid off the bar stool. she frowned at me, but shrugged. "if you insist!"

i watched her escape to the dance floor with the two boys. they fell into the crowd easily, dancing perfectly on beat to the miley cyrus song. i glanced around the crowd, at the different dancers taking up the space in the bar. my eyes fell over the face of a brown-headed boy. his hair fell in perfect swoops on his head, curling slightly at the nape of his neck.

my heart beat skipped as he turned towards me, laughing with his friends. there were crinkles in his cheeks, white teeth gleaming between rosy pink lips. my gaze flickered to his eyes, shining bright chocolate in the dimmed lighting in the bar.

i thought i was going to puke.

i stumbled out the back door of the bar, bracing my hands on the brick wall by the dumpster. it was freezing outside and goosebumps immediately prickled at my skin. i tucked my hair behind my ears furiously, taking deep, stubborn breaths.

i needed to hear his voice. i needed- needed something from him. an echo. a memory.

i pulled out my phone, quickly dialing the number i had memorized.

and he answered.

"kol?" i nearly sobbed, tears flecking down my face, smearing my mascara.

there was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

then i heard a shuffle. my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"kol," i breathed, "i know you're t-there. i k- why did you leave me? why did you just leave me here to deal with this mess? you said that i meant something to you, and then you just left. who does that? i-i put everything on the line for you! i put my trust in you! and you fucking left me! you kno-"

my voice cracked, and a sob burst through my lips. "i think i-"

i set my hand against the wall, my shoulder brushing up against it as a cry wracked my body.

"i think i might have loved you."

i heard another shuffle on his end.

"but, i guess i'll just let that go. i hope that you're okay- you deserve to be okay, even though you left me here. alone. i'm going to say goodbye even though you didn't give that to me. goodbye, kol. i miss you."

i hung up. he wasn't going to talk anyways.

taking a deep breath, i threw my phone across the narrow alleyway because of a burst of anger. it hit the wall, broke into pieces.

it was time to let it go anyways.

–

5 months passed.

i was sitting on the couch in the salvatore boarding house. caroline sat beside me, annoyed, with her arms crossed over her chest.

i popped another grape in my mouth, the plastic baggy in my hand crinkling. "sure you don't want a grape?"

caroline rolled her eyes with a huff. "i want to go get ready to graduate high school- not sit here and wait for damon to solve this weeks crisis."

i rose my brows in surprise, chewed on another grape. "forget i asked."

i wasn't exactly 100% sure what was happening: though i'd grown back into this friend group, and simultaneously gotten involved in a few conflicts here and there, i wasn't always up to date on the news. i tried to stay on the sidelines, as per usual, especially after i was almost killed two months ago.

being close with caroline, meant getting close with the entire group. which, now, was fine. two months ago, it was overwhelming. one minute, i had been with her at the local mall. shopping. the next, i was tied up in some back-alley, abandoned store, with a head wound and a knife in my stomach.

i still don't remember much from that day. but i do remember jeremy.

he had stormed in, to my recuse, only a few hours after i'd been kidnapped by some big shot vampire with a grudge against stefan. jeremy had prioritized me. bonnie had done a locator spell and, instead of waiting for a negotiation, he came and got me.

caroline was there beside him. she took out the enemy and then offered me her blood. i denied it for the first time in my life. i'd never been in this situation before. but i knew the potential consequences of healing quickly like that.

i chose the hospital.

i let jeremy untie the ropes, carefully pick me up, and carry me to the ER. he sat with me for three days- there even when even my mother and father weren't.

he held my hand, soothed my headaches, and made sure i was always stocked up on cafeteria jello.

that's when i felt the hole in my heart stitch up. that's when i fully started to like waking up again. when i was noticed again, when my existence mattered. when i had someone to listen to me ramble about my night at work, someone to cheer me on at basketball games when i was cheering on our team.

when i had someone there to hold me, to soothe the ache away. to fill the void. someone who wasn't fleeting. someone who wasn't dangerous and bad.

the door to the boarding house flung upon. damon sauntered in, heading straight for the whiskey bottle. elena, jeremy, and bonnie followed behind him. bonnie looked exhausted. elena had blood on her shirt. and jeremy's shoulders dropped in exhaustion as he set down the heavy duffel bag of vampire weapons.

i looked to his kind brown eyes, and watched them light up as he met mine. i stood from my seat, feeling pulled towards him. the others dropped out of my vision, out of my focus, as i reached for his face with gentle hands. my stomach did flutter with some kind of feeling for him. it wasn't as strong, as passionate. but it was there.

"are you okay?" i comforted, examining him for wounds.

his hands came to rest at my back. "yeah, i'm good. elena and damon got to em before i could."

"good," i let out a deep breath. "that's good."

jeremy hugged me tight. i closed my eyes, resting my head in the crook of his neck. i breathed in his scent. i relished being held. i relished having someone to care and worry for like this.

it wasn't jeremy's fault i didn't care that it was him.

because if he stayed silent long enough, i could pretend, for even a second, that he was a different body under my touch. that his songs were different when they played in the car, that he took me on more emotionally connecting dates than the grill.

i did care about him. i always had. i'd known jeremy since i was ten, he was 8. my family just moved to mystic falls. and elena, bonnie, and caroline became my friends. frequent sleepovers were spent at the gilbert house. and jeremy was the lame little brother who, i guess, secretly harbored a crush on me for years.

each time he'd died over the past two years, i had cried. i'd mourned him at his funerals, was hopefull when he'd returned from the dead. because i cared for him.

but, now, i was standing on the edge of a cliff. he had jumped a long, long time ago. my feet were hanging off of the ledge- and i couldn't bring myself to let go of the sky holding me up.

i felt my heart tear open a bit, felt the bleeding start. i pulled away, hands beginning to shake.

because, though i had thawed from my icy regret, i was still soaking wet from the past

jeremy let go, but his eyes turned down in concern, "what's wrong?"

i brushed my hair behind my ear and gave a pathetically fake smile. "nothing. i was just worried."

i turned to caroline, who was now standing, anxiously wanting to just leave already. i was right there with her. sometimes, i could handle dancing on the precipice with jeremy. sometimes his eyes would glitter just the way kol's had, and i wouldn't be able to breathe.

just now, i had caught a scent similar to kol's cologne. and i needed out.

"care?" i called out.

she met my gaze, her eyes fierce with precision, "we have exactly three hours and 35 minutes until they call our names out on that football field. if we leave now, and get back to your place, we'll have three hours and 20 minutes. it takes an hour to curl my hair- then an hour to do yours-"

"care!" i interrupted, annoyed. "get in the car and let's go."

her eyes slammed shut as she took a deep, grounding breath. "alright," she opened her gaze, "let's go graduate!"

we bid adieu to our friends. jeremy walked us out to my car, caroline following ahead of us. jeremy held my hand sweetly, thumb brushing against the skin on the back of my hand.

i watched caroline climb into the passenger seat as we passed through the front door. i stopped in my tracks, pulling jeremy to a halt beside me.

he glanced down at me, smiling, "how ya feeling?"

i shrugged, "like a high school graduate."

he snickered. "not quite yet. give it a few hours."

i crinkled my nose with a small giggle. "i'll see you out at the stadium?"

"yeah," he nodded. jeremy looped an arm around my waist. he leaned down, placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

my eyes fell shut, and i appreciated in the physical affection. but my brain flickered with images.

i could never forget, no matter how far i moved on.

i tugged away. i always did first.

i was a shitty person. but i couldn't be alone again.

jeremy grinned at me as i waved goodbye.

within ten minutes, caroline was curling my hair while i did my makeup. she played music on her phone, a compilation of songs from when we were younger. it made us both emotional, and i'd had to redo my mascara three times.

rebekah should've been there. i loved caroline. i was grateful i'd gained her out of the mess of the past few months. but rebekah was supposed to be there, in my room, playing one direction, straightening my hair, probably. she should've been there, complaining about four more years of school- something she secretly enjoyed. dressing up a beautiful white dress, adorning her graduation gown with medals and sashes.

days like today were sensitive for me, i guess.

when i was done, caroline sat my vanity and started on herself. i changed into my white dress, and plopped on my bed to lace up my heels. but, i heard my mom call my name from downstairs. i padded, barefoot, into the hall, with furrowed brows.

leaning over the steps, i yelled down to her, "what?"

"there's someone at the door for you!"

i straightened up, confusion washing over my face. my fingers reached for my neck, for a necklace- the necklace- to tug at. it was a nervous habit. something soothing in moments of uncertainty.

but i'd stopped wearing it whenever i'd gotten back with my friends. i didn't ever think they'd be comfortable with that idea of who i had been associated for those three months. for some reason, they couldn't see the mikaelsons how i did.

besides caroline, none of them even knew about kol. they just thought rebekah had done what every other mikaelson always does- abandoned loyalty. abandoned me, destroyed my happiness for the sake of power or blood.

little did they know.

my fingers met the chain of a necklace my mother had bought me as a present for today. i tugged at it as i descended the stairs. it still brought some comfort.

i turned at the bottom of the stairs, to face the door. my mother stood beside it, hand dangling off of the knob as she spoke to the person on our porch. my eyes wandered away from her figure, and to the boy standing in the doorway.

my heart hammered in my chest. i flushed red, out of excitement and worry. his eyes peeled away from my mother's, a brilliant grin dancing on his face. my mom turned, following his eyes. he held two large bouquets of roses, one pink, one white.

my mom smiled at me, "she's here! you have a visitor, y/n."

she walked past me, frozen at the bottom of the steps, and squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. she knew i hated talking to people. if only she knew...

when the door to her office squeaked shut, i finally spoke. "klaus?" i squeaked out. i managed to put a foot out in front of me, attempted to pull myself toward. my hands fell off of the banister, slack at my sides.

his smile widened, "hello, love. may i come in?"

i stopped at the door. my jaw was hung open. "what are you doing here?"

he offered the pink bouquet of flowers. "i wanted to you see you graduate. one of us should be here."

i took the bouquet from him, eyes widening at the gorgeous dozen of roses. i wanted to cry a little bit at the thoughtful gesture, but i swallowed my feelings. i couldn't let myself go like that again.

"thank you," i held them like a baby in my arms. "uh, please, come in."

klaus stepped inside as the magical barrier fell. i shut the door. he looked around, admiring the inside of my house. i watched him carefully, trying to examine any ulterior motives. not that he would do anything bad. but had something happened? was he here to deliver news? good news?

"why are you here?" klaus turned to my voice.

he crossed his hands in front of him, "to see you graduate."

i rose my brows, pursed my lips. "that's it?"

klaus let out a small chuckle, head falling forward. "can it wait until after? after youre done?"

i shook my head, hugging the roses tighter. "tell me. please."

my lip wobbled as he looked to me. his eyes swam with worry, sadness. bad news.

i bit down on my lip.

"rebekah has turned off her humanity,” he barely whispered.

i swallowed thickly, tears falling freely down my cheeks. "um-"

the floor creaked on the stairs. both our heads whipped towards the sound. caroline stared down at us, concerned.

"klaus? what the hell is going on?" she clutched the banister. she looked dreadful.

i brushed hair behind my ear, "here. uh, let's go up to my room."

he followed behind me up the steps, the old wood freaking beneath our feet. i couldn't help but notice him peer at caroline, sweetly, slyly, with the flicker of a cheeky smirk on his lips. she rolled her eyes- but i saw the red dance along her cheeks when he walked past.

i shut my door behind us with a click. then, i took a seat on the edge of my bed. my legs were shaking, and i couldn't trust myself to stand. caroline sat back at the vanity, continuing her makeup, hesitantly. she never could waste a single second, but she listened intently.

klaus looked around my room, admiring the decorations. his eyes fell on a picture frame on my desk. he walked over to it, picked it up gingerly.

"rebekah wasn’t doing well after…well, you know…”"

i felt sick. i hugged my stomach as if that would hold my together.

klaus continued, admiring the picture frame with a small smile. "she was at her worst, y/n. do you remember that diner that was slaughtered on the edge of town back in october?"

i nodded. caroline let out a little breath, a bit of shock.

klaus hummed, “that was our girl. part of the reason elijah suggest we leave mystic falls, was because rebekah was drawing eyes onto our family. we narrowly avoided our house being burnt down. that’s when i transferred it to your possession. and we finally decided it was time to leave. in louisiana, rebekah was murdering by the dozens. when confronted, she’d get hostile. threaten all of us with daggers, a white oak stake shed somehow come into possession of. she nearly killed kol-“

i shuddered. caroline was brushing eyeshadow across her lids when she saw me sob into my hand through the reflection of the mirror. she quickly set the brush down, vamped next to me on the bed.

i fell into her embrace. she looked to klaus, "maybe use less descriptive words, yeah?"

klaus shook his head, "kol fled. he was missing for three months. when he returned, she daggered him. i’ve kept him under just until we’ve got her under control. his bodies hidden, far from her influence. then, we managed to corner her one night. we were going to dagger her. that was my sister’s tipping point. and we watched as she shut down. she shut it off. rebekah went missing for another two months. finn just found her in paris. she was- she was worse, if at all possible. elijah and i managed to dagger her. we transported her back to our compound. shackled her, let her wake up."

caroline grabbed a tissue off my bedside table. she dabbed at my wet cheeks carefully. i sniffled.

klaus finished up, "i know daggering her for a hundred years would be easier. but i'm done punishing my family for what my mother did to us. i want to save her- i want to help her. she deserves that from me. but i need your help."

my eyes fell to the floor, as if answers lay there within the cracks of wood. i had to go. i had to help bring rebekah back. i had to be the glue for this fucked up family. with a gulp, i joked, "at least i won't be missing any school."

caroline giggled sadly. she brushed the hair away from my face, attempting to soothe me down. klaus stared at the picture frame. he carefully set it back down on the desk. rebekah and i smiled into the camera, dressed in our cheer uniforms. i peered at it, more tears clouding my vision. she was my twin flame, i just knew it. she was the best friend i’d ever had.

and she needed me. even if she didn’t know it.

"i have a room ready for you. a plane ticket for later tonight. i can have your things packed while you're gone."

i nodded. i stood, confidently this time, from my bed. my knees still shook as i said, "okay. let's do this."

the rest of the day flew by- not in the good way i thought it would, though. i attempted to smile my way through the ceremony, faking cheeriness in the endless photos with my family. i kissed jeremy, pretending like what we had was good, that things weren't going to change- that they had ever done so in the first place.

i didn't tell anyone. not my mother- who sobbed into a tissue the whole day- not jeremy- who'd bought me flowers, a bracelet. i let him clasp onto my wrist happily, kissed him in return for the gift. at the dinner my parents took us to, i let him make plans for our summer together. a camping trip in june, my mothers talks of move in day in august. i didn't even know where i'd be tomorrow, let alone september. college was going to be put on hold.

when the night was finally over, i decided to go to ‘bed’ early. i walked jeremy to the front door. leaning against the staircase, i watched as he slinked his jacket on. he ruffled the hair atop his head, messy locks from the long day.

my parents laughed in the living room, at some comedy on the television. i looked in their direction, lips sucked between my teeth. they were shaking.

i turned back to jeremy. he grinned at me, reached out for my waist. i fell into his embrace. he felt comfortable, safe. he would always be the better choice, i knew that. he represented everything that was good for me- home, familiarity, normalcy. because he was pure and easy.

i could learn to love him if i stayed. i could push myself off that cliff. i really could see myself choosing this path. because it was correct, on the balance scale of good and evil. his side would always win.

but i knew that would never happen. i could- but i didn't want to. i knew this trip, this journey back into the lives of the mikaelsons, was going to change my life forever. these final moments, in the front room of my childhood home, were my final ones as a human, teenage girl. the air was shifting- change was coming.

time was fleeting. and i had to go.

our fates did not match. i knew it deep in my soul. he was meant for this- a small-town, siding with the good guys, always winning. i wasn’t. i never had been.

i didn’t want that.

jeremy pulled back, hand sliding up to my cheek, holding my face delicately. his brown eyes were lit up, gentle and kind. there was so much goodness inside of him. his lips were moving, "i love you."

my brows curled up, sympathy covering my expression. my chest burned. my heart ached. this could be so easy, "i love you."

but i never wanted easy.

i wanted to have to fight for it. i wanted it to matter so much because it cost me my blood, maybe my life. life was precious, and we in mystic falls took it for granted too often. the mikaelson’s never did that. they never wasted a breath.

that was the kind of girl i had grown to be. all this time i had been avoiding supernatural conflicts, but now i was ready to solve them. ready to help- ready to lay it all down.

for love. for life.

i walked up to my room. klaus and caroline were there, waiting for me. i handed caroline three envelopes- three letters. my explanation. reasons. the tension in the room felt like i would never come back to this house. and, if i did, it would not be for a very long time.

at the gate for our flight, caroline held me tighter than i'd ever been hugged. she promised to call, made me promise that i wouldn't fall off the face of the earth. something in her eyes was lit anew- some kind of understanding, some fervent belief about me. about this.

i sat by the window on the plane, turned my body away from klaus. i watched my little town float down from beneath me, the plane rumbling up and away with intensity.

the mikaelson's needed me.

it was the first time in my life i'd ever felt that. usefulness- purpose. to care for, glue together, repair a family so broken. i didn't know why destiny had chosen me to be the one to bring them together. maybe it was my humanity, my ability to connect with life because i was living it- something. they all shared a compassion for me, and i them, that brought them together. though rebekah and kol's were misconstrued, i knew they could find peace. with my help.

as soon as we brought rebekah back. i didn't know if she'd see me and snap back into reality, but knowing her- she'd fight.

but when she'd come back, i knew it would heal. i knew she would finally break, finally forgive and hear me. it would patch my poorly stitched heart. life would be full again. even if i had to let kol go, fully, i knew a treaty could be drafted.

mystic falls was not my home. it had never felt like it. it never would. caroline was my friend- i cared for all of them. but they were not my family. my choice lay elsewhere.

i tugged on my necklace. the m gleamed under the dim lighting of the airplane bulbs.

i had a family. they were waiting for me to come back. they were waiting for me.

#elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x y/n

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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Hi! With the new drops do we now know why JM was extra shy during his birthday? 🤔

Thanks for your hard work doing all the compilations/timeline updates! Always stay safe! 💜

OH BOY. Okay, soooo I like almost don't want to Answer this because "shippy" theories have me EXHAUSTED lately, ive been sticking myself firmly in a just vibing with the facts headspace for the past month or so. But ever since memories dropped I've had people referencing back to this ask, that I got a WHILE ago now. Where I said, ask me again after memories 2021 and I have more content to base my thoughts around over why Jimin was in his "blushing era" around JK during Fall/start of winter of 2021. And well, yall certainly didn't forget about that 😂😂 And I apologize to you, anon, in particular for making you wait for MONTHS with this ask just chilling at the bottom of my inbox lol

As I mentioned in the ask, we saw blushing Jimin start at around the beginning of September and we didn't see it much again after the last time which was during the PTD Concerts when JK got super up in Jimin's face

But after we got more content, in the form of bangtan bombs, concert dvds and memories, the amount of times Jimin was blushing (including the 2 I've shown here and the others mentioned in the previous ask linked above), there were not anymore instances. So the "theories" i mentioned having about a possible dynamic shift, I'm not so sure if it was a shift, or just them enjoying the moment and/or just enjoying each other. Plans were starting to get set into motion, everyone was discussing exactly when they would start enlisting, what concerts they would get to have and get to do before that happened. Something else to note was that during this time frame, Jimin and JK had also started to plan out and start doing fittings for their photofolios for this time. We know because in one of the preview sketches for Jimins, he was in the same outfit as a ot7 vlive they did and for JK all his piercings match up to that time frame too. He didn't have as many before and he has since had multiple taken out/closed up. And those were some sexy concepts they both participated in. With some interesting dynamics and expressionism portrayed too

And well who knows how this stuff carried over into home settings, into conversations they were having. If either of them looked over ideas/sketches together or any selcas taken and sent to each other. All that is just guess work but who knows. My partner doing sexy photoshoot concepts would be something I find enjoyable and could attribute to possibly blushing or just general enjoyment of each other (not necessarily in an 18+ only either)

So, we have incredibly sexy photoshoots they are coming home from planning and shooting and sharing with each other. We have blushing happening on JKs birthday, where we know they saw each other, spent some time together and worked on the 3J butter routine, where Jimin blushed a bit watching JK push his hair back repeatedly. Which um, where do we see JK repeatedly pushing his hair back and trying to thirst trap us again? Oh yeah, Jimins birthday video THIS year lol

We also saw a bit of an uptick in the matching accessories between them during that time period too. But as I also mentioned in the first post, it's not like JK never made Jimin blush before. He has done so OFTEN over the years actually. JK just has this affect on Jimin where he just melts like butter when he looks at him. Lol its adorable. And it also goes both ways. Soooo I guess what it's coming down to here is.... I have NO IDEA. And I'm okay with that. I don't think he was shy and blushy over things like hickeygate. I don't think he was blushing over people thinking they were boyfriends. I don't think they went off and got married and was blushy through their "honeymoon period." I don't think there was necessarily any shift in their dynamics here either.

I think they were just.... happy together and a little extra in love. Maybe because they were reaffirming their commitment to each other over those few months as all their futures were up in the air and MS was around the corner and they knew things were going to be changing. Maybe they were making sure to see each other in New light and reconnect together and make promises together through all these events where they didn't know if it would be their last ones for a while yet or not. These were conversations being had between the members for years finally coming to a head and... maybe they just made sure to give each other extra appreciation and love through it all. Which affected Jimin in this way of blushing and shy happiness. Or when JK was being extra attentive, like on his birthday when he was super sweet to Jimin all through practice and then through his VLive too. They really were just very soft those few months. It's really nice to see too.

Sorry that's not much of an answer honestly, but it's all I've got for yall at this moment. And I personally, am okay with that. I'm okay with not knowing what was going on during those months or what Jimin was thinking about during those times. I think they are cute and precious moments that highlight something a little special about their bond. But everything else above? That's just pure speculation. I'm good with just leaving it at, their bond is pure and special and sweet. And these moments give us a peak into that dynamic between them just a little bit. And I'm grateful for it.💜

^ from practice on Jimins birthday 🥰

Hope that helped explain my thoughts at least a little? It was probably really rambling, but I hope it made sense. Lol thank you for the ask and always holding me accountable to follow through on what I say I'll do! 🤣 Hope you guys all have a lovely day!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook blushing #JM blushing era #jikook in 2021 #jikook 2021 dynamics

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The Naval Treaty pt 3

Yes, we apparently have got to the point where I'm memeing myself.

Right, last time, after Percy, Watson's old 'pal' from school failed magnificently at understanding how to protect confidential data, he followed an old woman into the night and the stress gave him a brain fever. Meanwhile, I'm still certain that Joseph Harrison, who has not been implicated in any way, is involved because I am a well-balanced and entirely reasonable person.

Mr. Joseph Harrison drove us down to the station

See! He's trying to get rid of you! 🤣🤣😂

“It's a very cheery thing to come into London by any of these lines which run high, and allow you to look down upon the houses like this.”

Last time we had Holmes looking out a train window: Ugh, look how terrible the countryside is! I can't bear it.

The contrast is palpable.

“The board-schools.” “Light-houses, my boy! Beacons of the future! Capsules with hundreds of bright little seeds in each, out of which will spring the wise, better England of the future. I suppose that man Phelps does not drink?”

Board schools are not the same as boarding schools, the internet tells me, but the first state run schools with no religious affiliation. I was about to be cynical about Holmes' view of children and Victorian educational standards, but I can't. He's right, those schools were important and really did pave the way for a brighter future.

And then a bit of mental whiplash as he snaps back to the case at hand, because he's Holmes.

In answer to the question, I can't say whether Percy drinks alcohol, but he definitely has a caffeine addiction that he should work on. If not for that, he wouldn't be in this mess.

Also, it was unreasonable of his uncle to expect him to copy so much text in a foreign language in one night. But even so, Percy needs to work harder on curbing his need for coffee.

"Then came the smash, and she stayed on to nurse her lover, while brother Joseph, finding himself pretty snug, stayed on too."

Oh, so he's just hanging around leeching off people, huh? Exactly as I suspected! This is just the beginning. Clearly, he's been a wrong'un all along and I will be vindicated.

"But to-day must be a day of inquiries.” “My practice—” I began. “Oh, if you find your own cases more interesting than mine—” said Holmes, with some asperity.

First of all, Watson does have a job, Holmes. I get that you want to play with him, but he does have responsibilities. You really shouldn't be bitchy about that.

Second, if Watson actually cares enough about his patients to ditch you, that would be the first time ever.

“I was going to say that my practice could get along very well for a day or two, since it is the slackest time in the year.”

See. No problem at all. Why would Watson ever do his actual job when he could be running around with Holmes? What a preposterous idea!

"...there is Lord Holdhurst.” “Lord Holdhurst!” “Well, it is just conceivable that a statesman might find himself in a position where he was not sorry to have such a document accidentally destroyed.” “Not a statesman with the honorable record of Lord Holdhurst?”

Oh Watson, my sweet summer child. Out there believing in unicorns and fairies and honourable politicians.

I discounted him because honestly, a political plot involving the politician uncle and corruption seemed too spy thriller. Also, the time frame of everything being nine weeks ago, I think discounts a political motive because if there were spy games going on, it would be far too late to do anything about it. Of course, it might be the case. These stories have surprised me a few times so far.

“£10 reward. The number of the cab which dropped a fare at or about the door of the Foreign Office in Charles Street at quarter to ten in the evening of May 23d. Apply 221b, Baker Street.”

The Bank of England inflation calculator tells me that's equivalent to approximately £1000 today, which is a pretty impressive reward for a little bit of information. Honestly, I'd expect people to be climbing out of the woodwork to say they saw Queen Victoria herself driving the cab and dropping off Jack the Ripper.

"Why yes, Mr Holmes, I saw a man with a long white beard and carrying a large sack. No, it was right odd, y'see: he didn't go in through the door. He climbed up on' roof and went down the chimney, that he did."

"And then, of course, there is the bell—which is the most distinctive feature of the case. Why should the bell ring?"

This is what I'm most interested in. What is up with that bell?

He sank back into the state of intense and silent thought from which he had emerged; but it seemed to me, accustomed as I was to his every mood, that some new possibility had dawned suddenly upon him.

Tell me! Tell me! I need to know. The bell is plaguing me.

a small, foxy man with a sharp but by no means amiable expression.

So Lestrade is a ferret and Forbes is a fox. Must all police officers be described as animals? This appears to be a pattern.

“You are ready enough to use all the information that the police can lay at your disposal, and then you try to finish the case yourself and bring discredit on them.” “On the contrary,” said Holmes, “out of my last fifty-three cases my name has only appeared in four, and the police have had all the credit in forty-nine. I don't blame you for not knowing this, for you are young and inexperienced, but if you wish to get on in your new duties you will work with me and not against me.” “I'd be very glad of a hint or two,” said the detective, changing his manner.

Forbes changes his tune pretty quickly here, so he seems open minded enough. Although it does seem a bit like he doesn't understand the purpose of Holmes. Yes, he's supposed to take all the evidence the police give him and try to solve the case. That's kind of how being a detective works. I get the emphasis here is on 'yourself', but still.

I like this exchange, because we've already seen in the stories that Holmes really doesn't care about the notoriety or the accolades - though he's more than willing to display gifts he's given in his own home - it's entirely the case and helping the people involved that he cares about.

Not sure he really needed to say that 'you are young and inexperienced' bit, though. Seems a tad direct.

“We have set one of our women on to her. Mrs. Tangey drinks, and our woman has been with her twice when she was well on, but she could get nothing out of her.”

OK, I thought it sounded unlikely that there were female police officers in the late 1800s, and it seems like the first female police officer in London was in 1919. But it definitely appears from this that they have women working for them - unless one of them has set his wife on a suspect, which... fair. Fascinating either way.

Also, Mrs Tangey has an alcohol problem, that could be an angle.

“What explanation did she give of having answered the bell when Mr. Phelps rang for the coffee?” “She said that he husband was very tired and she wished to relieve him.”

Alright, so it either was her, or she's involved in some way. Which I think we already suspected, but this clarifies that no one impersonated her without her knowledge, at least.

“Did you point out to her that you and Mr. Phelps, who started at least twenty minutes after he, got home before her?” “She explains that by the difference between a 'bus and a hansom.”

That's fair. Not everyone can afford their own taxi. Check your privilege, Holmes.

Standing on the rug between us, with his slight, tall figure, his sharp features, thoughtful face, and curling hair prematurely tinged with gray, he seemed to represent that not too common type, a nobleman who is in truth noble.

I may have rolled my eyes at this bit. Watson sometimes needs to back off on his earnest belief in the glory of England and its political and social systems. He's so classist it's actually painful at some points. Even if he's saying the type is 'not too common' it just makes me wrinkle my nose.

I also don't like Lord Holdhurst, but that's mainly because I believe hereditary nobility is immoral and also because he is a tory politician. There was never any hope of me liking him. I don't think he murders puppies, but I bet he'd pass legislation saying that murdering puppies is okay in certain circumstances if his old chum wanted to start a puppy murdering business and was a generous donor.

"I fear that the incident must have a very prejudicial effect upon his career.”

Yeah, that I do agree with.

“But if the document is found?” “Ah, that, of course, would be different.”

This, I do not agree with. Not after nine weeks, anyway. If it had been a couple of hours and the document was found to have fallen down the gap between the desk and the wall then he could probably just be given extra training and not allowed to touch confidential documentation without supervision for a few years. But it's been nine weeks. That treaty is lost. Even if it's returned, he still lost it for nine weeks.

“Did you ever mention to any one that it was your intention to give any one the treaty to be copied?” “Never.” “You are certain of that?” “Absolutely.”

OK. That cuts off that line of thinking, as Watson's insistence on him looking 'noble' clearly means we're supposed to believe him. But we already knew it wasn't him.

Because it's Joseph Harrison.

“If the treaty had reached, let us say, the French or Russian Foreign Office, you would expect to hear of it?” “I should,” said Lord Holdhurst, with a wry face.

Like I say, any political motivations would have been thoroughly completed by now, before Holmes was even called upon, so that's not likely.

“Of course, it is a possible supposition that the thief has had a sudden illness—” “An attack of brain-fever, for example?”

Given he called Holmes in, I sincerely doubt Percy's involved. Again, if this weren't a Sherlock Holmes story, there's a slim possibility it could be that his brain fever cause amnesia meaning that he doesn't remember taking the treaty and causing the whole problem, but that doesn't seem like a likely plot here.

“But he has a struggle to keep up his position. He is far from rich and has many calls. You noticed, of course, that his boots had been re-soled?"

OK so now we give him a motive, when you've all just gone on about how he's a 'fine fellow'? Are Lord Holdsworth's money problems going to be relevant to the plot? Maybe. We've heard nothing of Percy having any cousins, so as it stands he might be his uncle's heir. Not sure how that would lead to the treaty being stolen, but we'll bear it in mind.

Ah, and then Watson is racist again. Native Americans this time. These stories are really trying to spread the racism around, aren't they. This whole section is strange though, because it's about how Watson can't read Holmes' face, when multiple times (in this very story) he's said how he knows Holmes so well that he can instantly tell from his face what Holmes is thinking.

“God bless you for saying that!” cried Miss Harrison. “If we keep our courage and our patience the truth must come out.”

She and Watson should get together and have optimist meetings.

Although, it's definitely your brother, Miss Harrison. I don't know how, but it is. It's got to be. We're running out of suspects. Mrs Tangey seems like she might be involved, but I doubt she's the mastermind behind events.

Maybe Joseph just bribed her into trying to discredit Percy, she saw the paper and thought 'well this looks important' and took it not really knowing what it was.

But that doesn't explain the bell. Unless it's because she was drunk and she stumbled and grabbed it. Or she didn't really want to be doing it, so she pulled it in a weird attempt to get caught. Or she let Harrison in and then saw him stealing something and pulled the bell, only to be threatened if she said anything.

“Yes, we have had an adventure during the night, and one which might have proved to be a serious one.” His expression grew very grave as he spoke, and a look of something akin to fear sprang up in his eyes. “Do you know,” said he, “that I begin to believe that I am the unconscious centre of some monstrous conspiracy, and that my life is aimed at as well as my honor?”

He's probably right to be worried - maybe not for his life, but I'm pretty sure this entirely thing is aimed at him, not the treaty. But at the same time, this does not sound like the thinking of a mentally healthy person.

"A man was crouching at the window."

No. No, you see it could be him. Of course you're going to want to make it seem like it was someone from outside forcing their way in. To keep the suspicion off the people who live in the house. It has to be him. Has to be.

Did he have a knife, or was it just something that looked like a knife... like...

uh...

The thing he used to unlock the window?

"As it was, I rang the bell and roused the house. It took me some little time, for the bell rings in the kitchen and the servants all sleep upstairs. I shouted, however, and that brought Joseph down, and he roused the others."

Oh oh... convenient, being the first person on the scene, huh? Was that because you weren't in bed asleep at all? Mr Joseph Harrison?

(If I am by some miracle right about this, it will be entirely undeserved as literally the only reason I decided it was him is because he seemed too happy and his sister is getting married)

"There's a place, however, on the wooden fence which skirts the road which shows signs, they tell me, as if some one had got over, and had snapped the top of the rail in doing so."

Okay... well... well... that doesn't really fit with my theory at all, but maybe it's a coincidence. People climb over fences all the time. Maybe it happened ages ago. I bet they don't check the fences every day. Totally not a sign I'm wrong.

“Oh, yes, I should like a little sunshine. Joseph will come, too.”

Why?

No, seriously. Why? Percy says Joseph will come, but not his fiancee? That's weird. Is it because Joseph is stronger if Percy needs to be carried back?

"I should have thought those larger windows of the drawing-room and dining-room would have had more attractions for him.” “They are more visible from the road,” suggested Mr. Joseph Harrison.

And right here we have the classic Columbo moment. I know Sherlock Holmes came first, no need to send me angry messages. But this is something that happens in Every. Single. Columbo. It's part of his method, it's kind of his whole method. He makes a comment about 'I wonder why the murderer didn't do x' to the person he (and the audience) knows is the murderer and the villain, in an attempt to cover their own tracks, immediately presents an explanation.

“Do you think that was done last night? It looks rather old, does it not?” “Well, possibly so.”

Aw shucks, is Holmes not falling for your clever ruse? What a pity!

“Miss Harrison,” said Holmes, speaking with the utmost intensity of manner, “you must stay where you are all day. Let nothing prevent you from staying where you are all day. It is of the utmost importance.” “Certainly, if you wish it, Mr. Holmes,” said the girl in astonishment.

Not the weirdest thing Holmes has ever asked a person to do - still remember Watson pretzeling himself behind the headboard that one time - but still kinda weird. I hope she has some sort of enrichment in her enclosure. Tell me she has a bookcase at least.

“Why do you sit moping there, Annie?” cried her brother. “Come out into the sunshine!”

Look! LOOK! He's trying to get her out of the room. He hid the treaty in the room and now he's trying to get it back but he can't! All aboard the Joseph Harrison train, next stop: Vindication.

Got to assume that even though Joseph wasn't present when Holmes was speaking to Anne, or when he was speaking to Percy, he will be aware that Percy is not in the house. But he'll only be able to break into the room by the window again, so I guess that is the plan. To catch him red-handed.

#Letters from Watson #The Naval Treaty #Sherlock Holmes #long post #It's beginning to look like I'm right #But that's absolutely nothing to do with my problem solving ability and everything to do with my natural paranoia and distrust #Also ACD has a type #We saw it in The Copper Beeches and in The Greek Interpreter #Men who laugh too much and smile too easily

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Things That Go Bump in the Night

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Drew gets home late from a night shoot and desperately tries not to wake you (whilst accidentally doing everything to make a noise).

A/N: Just some cute Drew fluff!!

Warnings: None, nothing, nada, but maybe you’ll fall more in love with Drew after this 😂❤️

Things had been super hectic at work lately for Drew.

He’d been working his ass off to get these last scenes filmed and some reshoots done before production wrapped on the latest series of Outer Banks.

You’d seen how stressed he’d been on his days working - and his days off as the whole crew rushed to get everything done before the shoot had to wrap.

You knew he was struggling so you decided to jet out and see him in Charleston.

He had been on the phone to you every night, telling you how hard it was to get everything done and whilst he loved his job, he found this part the hardest.

So you jetted straight over there to be with him and make sure you could reassure him as much as possible and just support him.

You decided to stay away from set, as to not give him another thing to think about when he was there, but you were adamant you’d be waiting for him in the bed in his rented apartment every single time he came home - whatever time it might be.

Tonight was a particularly late one and it was already two AM when you rolled over to check your phone.

There was a text from him from about half an hour ago.

“Late night again love, see you later. Please go to bed xxxx,” he wrote in the sweet message and you sighed and decided to do what he said.

“Ok baby, be safe,” you texted back.

You turned over and heard your phone beep almost instantly but didn’t bother to check it, knowing it would just be Drew sending a heart emoji.

He never liked to be the one to leave you on read.

***

Adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the apartment, Drew carefully let himself into the place he’d been staying for six months now.

He cursed quietly as he dropped the keys, them making a clang on the floor as he put his bag down and headed over to the fridge to get himself a glass of juice.

He took a large glug from the glass before rinsing it and leaving it by the sink as he headed into the bedroom.

He looked through the door, which was slightly ajar, and smiled at you. You were laid with one leg over the covers, all tangled and wrapped up in the blankets.

You were wearing one of his shirts, which was far too big for you so it draped over you more like a dress.

Your hair was a mess on top of your head and it was blocking his view of your face.

He pushed the door lightly, unable to stop looking at you and how peaceful you were when you were fast asleep.

Knowing the door creaked, he was very careful not to push it too far - but distracted by you, he did and the sound echoed through the apartment.

“Shit, sorry,” he muttered, annoyed at himself and standing still to check if you had woken up.

He was almost like a freeze frame, so still as he even tried to quieten his breathing, scared to wake you up.

Stepping out into the dimly lit hallway, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Once he was all sorted, he took his shirt off and trousers so he was just in his boxers and headed back into the bedroom, glad the door now didn’t need opening and he could just carefully slide into the room and into bed with you.

He had mastered the art of slipping into bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you so you didn’t even wake up.

It was a skill, but after two years, he had it down to a tee. Well that was until he stepped on something on the floor and outwardly cursed.

“Fuck sake,” he said as quietly as he could but the pain of standing on the plug shocked him and he said it a little louder than he had hoped.

He nearly fell onto the bed but managed to compose himself enough not to do so, if only the wire of your phone charger wasn’t in the way.

He tripped again but levelled himself and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he stopped himself from falling again.

Finally next to the bed, he climbed in next to you and wrapped his arms instantly around you - the trick he had to stop you from waking up.

“Night beautiful,” he whispered as he planted a soft kiss on your head and closed his own eyes to drift off to sleep.

Expecting silence to fill the room, he was shocked when he heard the words: “Babe, I’ve been awake the whole time, why didn’t you just say hi?”

He rolled away from you slightly, his arms still around you but far enough back from you so he could look at you in the eyes.

“You what?” he said, mentally laughing at everything that had happened. He gave you the look as if to say what did you hear and you were quick to answer.

“Yep, keys, drink, door, when you almost fell,” you said, emphasising the last word.

You looked at him in the eyes trying not to laugh, him doing the same before the two of you burst out in almost hysterics.

No one else would find this that funny, but you two couldn’t stop laughing. When the laughs finally - and naturally subsided - you smiled at him and leant in for a kiss.

He was so warm, his muscly big arms still wrapped around you and his bare chest pressed against you.

He nuzzled his head into your neck and you giggled as you felt the small amount of hair he had on his head for the role rub against your skin.

“Love you,” he whispered, pressing sweet kisses on your neck and collarbone.

He was so gentle and you were completely melting into his arms.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft.

You wanted to ask about work, but you were enjoying this time with him too much and he was so, sweet and gentle with his kisses and the way he had this tight grip around you.

He seemed calm for once and you didn’t want to add to his stress by bringing anything up that would change how he was feeling.

You looked down to kiss his nose and as you leant forward, he grabbed you tighter and squeezed you closer to him, very gently nudging your leg with his so he could slip one of his legs in between yours.

The two of you laid in silence, your fingers drawing shapes and writing stupid little messages on his back whilst he nuzzled into your neck.

Soon, you heard his breathing starting to slow and get deeper and you realised he had fallen asleep.

“Goodnight Drew,” you whispered softly, laying your head down on his as you dozed off to sleep yourself, your bodies still very much intertwined with one another’s.

#drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fanfic #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fluff #obx fics #obx

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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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Deal of the day: Frankie Morales x GN!Reader blurb

Summary: Frankie meets you in a supermarket, and he can’t stop saying the wrong thing.

Genre: fluff / meet-cute blurb with added cringe. Just a bit of fun.

Author’s note: I’m sorry. I just love playing with a flustered Frankie. I love thinking about this competent, strong man, who can stay calm in a true crisis entirely losing his shit when he runs into someone cute. I love the idea of the man whose words are typically so few and deliberate going full on verbal diarrhoea and regretting every last word out of his mouth when he encounters someone pretty. (I totally headcanon him as the awkward complement to Santi’s smooth and I’m not even sorry. It’s not that I don’t buy he can be smooth too, in the right circumstances. It’s just that this way is sometimes more fun 😂). I don’t claim that this is my best characterisation or plot by any means, but it came into my head and seemed fun so here it is.

Warnings: flirting, a smattering of food based innuendos. Stranger hitting on you, sort of. Mistakes probably. Lmk if anything major, pls? I think it’s GN throughout for example, but may have missed something.

GIF by @uuuhshiny

There’s a man staring at you.

A cute one, but still. That can be unnerving.

It seems innocent enough though. A little double take. A dropped jaw. A lingering look.

Wow. These new jeans are paying for themselves already.

When you turn to look at your admirer though, a deepened colour blooms across his neck, and your reciprocal attention fractures his stupor. “I’m sorry. I’m not staring at you,” he blurts out. His voice is deep - pleasantly so, and a little scratchy.

He waves his hands in front of himself in surrender and takes a step away from you, as if backing away from a live bear.

You continue to observe him as he rubs the back of his neck nervously with one hand, clutching his cart tightly with the other. Meanwhile you raise your eyebrows, waiting for more of an explanation than that - and most definitely trying to suss him out.

His words fill the silence, and his tongue practically trips over them. “Well, I wasn’t,” he offers, gesturing towards the shelf with his big, open hand. “I started out staring at the detergent and then I saw you and-“ he leaves a pause, his pouty lips forming a circle. He suddenly looks a little sheepish. A little guilty. “And, okay, maybe then I was staring a little bit. I’m so sorry.” He waves his hands in front of himself again. You must still be giving off signals that you’re going to eat him, because you haven’t said a word yet and, oh boy, he’s still going. “I promise I’m not a creep. But shit. I know that’s what a creep would say. Not like I know that from personal experience, I just…”

He dips his gaze down to the floor, the brim of his cap obscuring his face as his tan skin flushes with crimson and his words trail off.

Swallow me now, you believe he’s praying to the poured concrete.

You stifle a subtle smile, even as you fold your arms in front of you. “It’s… okay.” It is okay. You don’t get the feeling he was trying to make you uncomfortable. “My ass does look pretty good in these new jeans.” You pert your ass just a little in his direction and, yep, you made him look again.

So help him - he looks so apologetic for it.

“I’m just… I’m gonna leave you to your shopping now,” the man insists, tipping his gaze back up to loftier heights - gaze trailing over the ceiling lights and looking anywhere but at you for a moment.

However, before long - as if magnetised- he makes the mistake of looking at you again, and then all of a sudden his lean frame seems re-rooted to the spot.

You angle your body more directly towards him. And, since he’s staring at you, you take the opportunity to stare right back.

The man seems to boil under your scope, but it gives you a chance to take him in. Long limbs, narrow hips, broad shoulders and a scruffy cord jacket hanging off of them, rolled at the cuffs. Then, his face. A handsome profile - a prominent, subtly hooked nose and a shapely jawline smattered with patchy, greying scruff. A mop of brown hair curling around his baseball cap. Finally, just visible beneath the brim of his hat, the softest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, apologetic and entirely bashful right now, but with a hardness at their centre which suggests hidden depths to the man.

He doesn’t look like he’s managed to engage his brain just yet, to start that leaving he’d been about to do.

Your lips twitch up slightly at the corners in amusement. “Didn’t you need something?” you ask as he finally motions to leave, turning his cart with effort.

“Huh?” he says dumbly.

You smile. “Detergent.”

“Right! Thank you.”

He abandons his cart and moves towards the shelf, clearing his throat and moving closer. His movements seem off somehow, his frame growing slightly more hunched than it was only moments ago, his steps lighter than you’d judge they should be based on the size of him. It’s as though he’s trying his best not to appear intimidating. Or, possibly, that he’s overthinking how to perform his usual functions while your eyes are on him.

You don’t budge an inch as he approaches the shelf, meaning that he’s forced to do an awkward limbed shuffle beside you -may I?- before you grant him access. You kindly give him just a little wiggle room and as he bends towards the bottom shelf, it is your turn to get an eyeful, as the subtle curve of his ass in that blue denim pops in front of you.

It would be rude to stare though, right? You’re looking respectfully.

He effortlessly scoops up a huge pink box emblazoned with flowers and slings it under his armpit.

“I like the smell,” he explains, uninvited, and you see him visibly cringe yet again at how hard he’s bombing. It’s kinda cute in a way… which might be why you opt not to throw him a single bone.

“Okay,” you say neutrally, your eyes shining with amusement, and he looks at the floor all over again as if in hopes it will swallow him up.

Honestly? You’re sorta rooting for him now, even if you’re not entirely sure why.

You look at him expectantly as he clears his throat an infeasible number of times, still looking around -everywhere else but at you now- in seeming distress.

“Goodbye,” he then offers abruptly, far too formally and with a stiff little palm-raise -which, okay, you find oddly endearing- chucking the cumbersome box of detergent so hurriedly into his cart that he likely smashes the rest of his groceries to mush beneath it.

Good luck dealing with that at the checkout, weird man.

“Yeah. Goodbye,” you echo, mocking his formality only because you can’t resist it, his shy and flustered manner admittedly beginning to win you over.

He was handsome, in a scruffy way, you think idly as you select your own detergent, sure that he is gone from your life now.

However…

The man is still in your thoughts as you round the corner to the next aisle. To your surprise, he’s also still in your vicinity as well - apparent since you almost walk into his back at the head of the aisle.

The fuck, you weird, cute man?

You are surprised to find him hunched over his cart now, mumbling to himself in frustration. “Shit. Fuck. Shit. Way to act like a total asshole.”

“You alright there?” you announce loudly, and the man almost jumps out of his skin, hastily making a desperate attempt to style it out (and failing). He flutters his eyes shut in embarrassment as he realises it’s you again, and that you therefore probably heard every single thing he was muttering.

“Yeah. I’m peachy. Just standing here berating myself for being a creep to the cute stranger minding their own business.” He attempts a smile, and it comes off a little crooked.

Dammit, though. He’s still growing on you.

“Okay,” you nod, giving little away. “Good. You should do that.”

He lifts his cap to scratch the brown mop of hair beneath it. “Yeah. And, catch me in the next aisle berating myself for how this is going, right now. Maybe I’ll have some game by the time we reach frozen produce ten aisles over.” He tries a smile again, and this time it’s more fully-fledged. This time it’s kind of a sweet thing, actually.

He’s doing a hell of a lot better than he thinks he is by this point. Still, maybe you’re a little mean, or something, because you’re damn sure going to let him squirm a little longer.

“Where you headed now?” you ask him, tipping up your chin. “You should go first. Wanna make sure you ain’t gonna follow me.”

He looks slightly crestfallen but he nods. “Electrical.”

“Alright.”

He gets a little lost in staring at you again, until you prompt him with a nod of your head and pump of your brows.

He saws his hand over his scruff. “Right. Yeah.”

He drinks you in one more time before he turns his cart to leave, and he is surprised when moments later you draw your own up alongside his.

You offer him a lopsided smile of your own now, which he returns bashfully.

“I’m not following you,” you promise mischievously. “I was heading that way too.”

He manages a smile and a nod, but doesn’t manage any words yet. You can see him fishing for something though, and you let the moment breathe, keen to see what he’ll come up with.

“Same detergent?” he says with an innocent glee like he’s finally cracked it, his pointer finger stabbing emphatically towards the interior of your cart.

“I have it on good authority it smells good,” you smirk.

“Me too!”

Seriously? “Yeah. You’re my authority, remember?”

“Right,” he says, outwardly cringing all over again. You swear you catch him swear under his breath.

“Oh crap. Wait,” you signal, gently touching your hand to his forearm, encouraging him to pull to a gentle stop. “I think your cart is… leaking.”

You look at him in alarm, and the man confirms you’re right when he looks over his shoulder. His eyes follow the trail of… whatever that is, globs of white liquid dragged behind his cart. “Fuuuuck,” he curses, lifting his ball cap off from his head to tousle a hand through his dark mop of hair, briefly giving you a much better view of how handsome he is underneath his penchant for advertising standard heating oil.

You can’t help but feel for him now, due to how epically he is failing. You watch with sympathy as he attends to his cart, lifting the monster box of detergent up to reveal a mess of crushed, leaking groceries beneath. Shattered and bust open cartons of eggs and cream and OJ.

You feel sorry for him, sure, but you also can’t help but stifle a laugh behind your palm. You’re still human and not a saint, after all.

“Fuckin’ perfect. I see the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my life and this is the impression I make?” He claps his palms either side of his cheeks, suddenly resembling a Munch painting. “Shit - you’re gonna tell all your friends about creepy grocery guy and how he creamed all over the floor, aren’t you?” He actually puts his face in his hands now, as he registers his own unfortunate turn of phrase moments too late. “I swear that came out wrong. Please don’t say that to your friends.”

Oh boy. He’s not having a good day, is he?

He’s not entirely wrong though. All things considered, this isn’t exactly the best first impression, but even so there’s something about him that seems so… sincere. Something that makes you want to find out what a second impression might be like.

So, you opt to throw him a lifeline.

“What’s your name, weirdo?” you ask with an open, good-natured smile - despite your teasing.

“Frankie. Francisco,” he offers, and you reach out to shake his hand, giving him your name too. His skin is pleasantly warm - his palm a little rough against yours.

“Okay. Francisco? Stay here. Make sure no-one slips over. I’ll go get a clerk and let them know someone has creamed all over electricals.”

He exhales a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He seems genuinely appreciative.

“I’ll be back,” you promise brightly.

“Really. This is your out. You don’t have to come back,” he says forlornly, looking like a sweet, lost little puppy.

“I know. But… I kinda wanna see how ridiculous things are gonna get by aisle ten, Francisco.” You wink at him and his tongue fleets out along his plush lower lip, his deep brown eyes glinting with a little hope for the first time since meeting you. “And, for the record?” you sing song. “You have permission to stare at me some more as I walk away from you.” Your eyebrow sweeps up and you relish watching him grow flustered all over again. He gulps, and, with a satisfied smile you begin to turn your cart. “Just try not to spill anymore of your load until I’m back, alright?”

Frankie’s face spilts with amusement at your innuendo, a delicious throaty chuckle sounding from the man. His brown eyes dance brightly and his gaze grows a little heavier too, briefly dipping to your lips. You can see him trying to speak, but once again, he has nothing.

That’s okay.

For now, you’re happy to do the talking for the both of you.

You always did like shy guys - and hell, this one’s kinda cute.

Frankie. You like that.

And, as you walk away from him, putting an extra wiggle in your stride just for him, you can’t help but feel good about what he said - clearly by complete accident. The most gorgeous person I’ve seen in my life.

You’ll take that.

As you walk, you risk a glance over your shoulder and you see that Frankie’s eyes continue to follow you, his expression gently awestruck.

Yes, in the end, he’s done way better than he might have estimated. After the terrible first impression, he’s somehow, inexplicably won you over. Now that you’re a little acquainted, you don’t mind his eyes on you at all. Besides, they are kinda beautiful. Soft and brown and sincere.

In fact, you’d even go so far as to say he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve seen in your life.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #Frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier

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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years

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Neon Lights and Ferris Wheels Nights

Summary: You take Severus away from the school to enjoy a new experience with him. Despite not being familiar with any of it, he proved to have one of his best times out and the fun you had would forever stay with him.

AN: Shoutout to my closest friend who gave me this idea 🥰. Um also this is sooo much longer than I intended but I promise you’ll still like it (there’s also a few swear words but other than that, it’s pure fluff) 😂😂. Enjoy! 💙💙

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Words: 9.2k

The door to Severus’ office burst open, slamming against the wall and causing the frames that hung to rattle. “Sev!” You came almost skipping to him.

He looked up from grading the few papers he had left, “Is there any reason as to why you’ve come barging into the room?” He noticed your excited nod and sighed. Putting his quill down, he set his gaze on you once more, “What is it?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” You hurried over to him, plopping down in his lap and making him grunt, “There’s this... thing at this... place. I want to take you there, I think you’d enjoy it.”

Severus looked skeptical, “What kind of thing and at what place?”

“A kind of thing at a place that would bring joy to the both of us.” You saw him relax, “Well mostly me, but I’ll make you have fun...” you mumbled the last part, though, you felt he’d possibly heard you.

“Alright,” he relented. “When are we going?” Your smile from his question was infectious and he couldn’t help but to share an almost matching one.

You quickly hopped up off of his lap and brought him with you. You’d moved too fast and accidentally knocked over the cartridge of ink that was on his desk. He looked annoyed and you casted a quick scourgify to clean it up and prevent him from complaining.

After ignoring his questions and dodging his glances, you’d basically pushed him into the shower, telling him that he had to get ready before you both went. He relented, grumbling underneath his breath, and you went to the bedroom. By the time he was finished - which wasn’t long whatsoever - you were sitting on the bed, expectantly waiting for him and bouncing in anticipation.

“Finally! I’d started to think you fell down the drain.”

Severus shook his head, “Not likely.” He chuckled. He looked at the bed, noticing something sitting next to you, and how you were shielding it behind you to avoid him seeing it fully. “What’s that?”

You jumped to your feet, “Something I’ve been dying to let you see.” You stood in front of him, “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to do so.” He listened to your instructions and obeyed, straining his ears to hear the rustling you were making. “Open.”

When Severus opened his eyes, he wanted to close them immediately after again. What was spread out on the bed made him grimace in something that wasn’t necessarily disgust, but he had no desire to put any of the articles on his body. You, on the other hand, looked delighted and he sighed, “Must I wear these?”

“Yes, Severus, we have to blend in. Your usual attire is far too professional, and although it isn’t obvious, you don’t look like normal muggles.” You knew he liked his clothing, or at least tolerated it, but he was going to have to suck it up.

“Fine.” he gave in.

You watched him as he got ready and appreciated the view. He dropped his towel and slid on his black boxers, followed by the casual gray trousers. Next was a white button up that he’d put on, fastening far too many buttons - just the same as his teaching wear but nowhere near as dramatic. Then followed the onyx sweater you’d paired with everything, his shiny shoes being put on as well.

“Utterly handsome, you are.” You declared and stood up to his level now. “Ready to go?”

He looked at you, down to your fastened robe, then back to your eyes and frowned, “Why are you able to wear that and I couldn’t?”

Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. Your brain caught up with you and you laughed, “Of course! I almost forgot.” You twirled your robe off and revealed what you’d had hidden underneath. You had on a cute pair of light washed jeans coupled with some band tee that Severus had never heard of, and a nice, and rather expensive looking, pair of white trainers. “Right then, let’s go.” You reached your hand out for him to join you and when he did, you both apparated. E

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Had Severus known that you were taking him here, he would’ve told you that he absolutely wasn’t going and that you’d have to ask someone else completely. This wasn’t his idea of fun, it never had been, and he didn’t anticipate it ever being so.

He was looking at his surroundings. The noise ringing through his ears, screams and sounds of young people laughing, the bright flashing lights that were bouncing from one object to the next, and back again; on top of that, there was a mass of people around you both. Muggles, you were in an area that clearly was a muggle territory. That now explained to Severus why you’d made the two of you where something that was so foreign to him.

You’d taken him to a fair...

A fair in downtown London...

One of the biggest fairs of the spring time...

“Oh, isn’t it just lovely, Sev!” You heard him grunt and it made you look at him, “I know it isn’t your thing, but could you please just try and have a bit of fun. It’s our only night away from Hogwarts, away from having to teach the children; do this, even if only for me.”

He couldn’t be upset at those eyes, those big, e/c eyes that he loved looking up at him, “Fine, but don’t be upset if I’m not able to enjoy myself.”

You nodded at his words. You knew, no matter how much he might’ve disagreed with you, or been adamant in not having a good time, that he was going to have one. Even if you had to force him, he had no choice but to have just as much fun as you would.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him with you as you weaved through the crowds of people. You both reached the ticket line and your face grew into an even bigger grin, but Severus’ fell drastically. There was no way that this could be fun to you, waiting in a line, a long line that crammed everyone too close for comfort, and standing still except for the occasional move. Even that was wearisome.

Not even ten minutes into waiting, Severus had started to complain. It had started to drive you mad and your patience, the patience that this lengthy line was taking away from you the longer you stood, was being worn impossibly thin. You’d tried ignoring his constant barrage of whines and moans about how much he’d rather teach the dunderheaded students back at the school rather than stand here.

Having given up on what you thought was going to be a good time, you let out a nasty sigh and walked under the rope that blocked off the ticket booth from the others. You didn’t look back to see if Severus was following, you knew he would, and you didn’t care to. He’d made you upset now and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your chambers and sleep the day away. The ruined day now, thanks to him.

He kept calling you, trying to get you to stop, but you quickened your pace. You were almost by the exit when he caught the back of your shirt and stopped you, “Let me go, Severus!”

“Why did you leave? We were almost at the entrance.”

“Do you think I want to listen to you complaining behind me every second?” Your tone was harsher than intended but you were sure it’d help you more. “The answer is I don’t! I don’t want to keep hearing you groan about how this is dumb or that you’re never coming back to one of these, Severus; I brought you here to have fun with me, spend time together! But clearly I was wrong in doing so.” You turned away from him again

He saw you getting ready to walk off and knew he had to stop you, so, he reached for your hand, successfully grasping it in his, and spinning your body gracefully towards him. Your chests hit each other and you let out a sound of surprise at the sudden action. He brought one hand to your waist and the other to cup your face, “I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t intend on putting you in a sour mood.” He apologized, “Let’s stay, I want you to show me everything.”

You looked at him smiling, “Are you sure?” He nodded, giving you a few quick pecks to assure you.

The second trip to the ticket booth had taken no time whatsoever, thankfully, and Severus and you were now both ready to do whatever you felt like. Looking around the vast amount of rides, the multiple mini games, and the many concessions stands, you didn’t know what to start with first.

“Okay,” you excitedly blurted. “I think we should start with, at least, three rides, then we’ll go get some food because I’m starving and I know you haven’t eaten,” you saw the smirk he now had. “Then we’ll play a few games, and then back to as many rides that we can finish. Sound good?” He nodded back at you, smiling at your excitement, and followed you to the first ride.

The first ride had always been one of your favorites. It was fast, moved in multiple directions, and would be the best ride for Severus’ first one. You could only imagine how funny this was going to be and it rendered you from walking as you now hurried to get to the front line.

To Severus, the ride, The Scrambler as it said, looked as if it hadn’t been checked for safety by any means. The way it was set up, there were little seat like things to rest in while the body of the thrill ride looked more like a spider. Nothing about it screamed inviting and he was dreading the moment he sat down on it. But for you, he’d make sure that he pushed all of his worries away and forced himself to have a good time.

“You ready?” You merrily asked.

He wanted to shake his head and tell you he absolutely was not ready, but he thought against it, “Yes, darling.” He felt you squeeze his hand in anticipation.

The two of you got on the the ride, sitting down and strapping up your seatbelts. The attendee came over to make sure you and Severus were both locked in, and when he was done, you saw him step down, move out of the way, and give a thumbs up to the person who was controlling the ride.

Severus felt the movement and watched as the once still ride started to pick up speed - faster than he’d liked, and roughly too - and he held on to the bar that was in front of you. Out of nowhere, the structure picked up momentum, making both of you slide from side to side in the seat. He felt queasy in the stomach and willed his body to stay calm.

You, unlike Severus, were having the time or your life already. The fast motion of the ride was making your adrenaline increase and your smile felt as though it could pop off your face from the pure joy you were getting from the fast winding mechanism. Looking over at your boyfriend, you laughed, tilting your head back and cackling because of his frightened state.

When the ride had ended, Severus felt more relieved than he could’ve imagined, “How do you find those the least bit of fun?” He demanded.

You giggled at his breathy question, how he was out of breath from a ride where you sat and spun, you didn’t know, but it was still amusing. “The thrill you get from them is like none other, I mean seriously, that was amazing! Do you not think so?”

“I don’t think I’d use the same words as you when describing that.” He remarked.

“That’s alright, you’ll be singing a different tune by the time the night is over.” You were determined to change his mind.

The next ride, Loop-O-Plane, consisted of two “plane” compartments on either side of the tower that acted as counterweights as they looped around one another. It was going to be the next step up from the last one, which helped to prepare Severus for more amusement rides, and you for an even better experience. Again, nothing about being high in the air, being spun and seemingly tossed around, enlivened Severus. Still, though, he was going to go.

And he was happy he had. The ride was rather enthralling and it made you squint your eyes out of a tinge of fear when the compartment twisted, making your feet slightly lift off the ground. His little laugh had made you glance over at him, at first glaring, then you joined in with him.

By the time it was over, Severus still had a faint smile on his face and you knew, deep down, somewhere inside of him, that his wall that hid him from his enjoyment, was breaking down brick my brick. You had no doubt that the next ride would have him nearly begging you to do more.

This one was in your top 5 of thrill rides, it had always been a favorite of yours and you were happy to share it with Severus. The Round Up, an amusement ride that consisted of a circular horizontal platform with vertical cage like wall around the edge. The platform was attached to a motor on a hydraulic arm.

“That is in no way safe, Y/n.” Severus announced, stopping in his tracks at the ride.

You rolled your eyes, “If it wasn’t safe, they wouldn’t have it here. Now come on.” You heard him sigh behind you but you continued to head towards the mechanical device.

He found a spot he liked and you went to the one next to him. A lady walked in behind you, planting herself beside you and releasing steady breaths of nervousness. She looked like Severus had on your first ride, but this was different, she looked like she was going to hurl and you could almost gag at the thought of being sprayed completely by her.

“Severus.” You whispered, so not to get the attention of said lady next to you. “Severus!”

He glared at you for interrupting his inner thoughts to calm himself down, much like the lady on your right, “What!” He kept his voice at your level.

“Switch with me.” You’d meant for it to sound like a plead but it sounded rather demanding.

“Why would I do that when I’ve prepared myself... in this spot... no, thank you.” His voice had let out that long drawl that you both detested and adored at the same time.

Right now, though, it angered you. Of course with your luck, you’d get the one woman who now appeared to be on the verge of passing out. “Switch with me now, or I swear to—”

You weren’t able to finish your threat before the ride started to spin. The sheer tempo and strength that the ride carried was enough to instantly push you all against the wall, the friction between everyone and the wall behind them was enough to hold each person against it. The arm of the ride raised the horizontal platform to a vertical position, making you all, instead of spinning horizontally, spin vertically.

You so badly wanted to enjoy the ride, but you kept focusing on the fact that you could potentially be thrown up on. It horrified you, and it would, undoubtedly, completely ruin the night you were building up so wonderfully. You prayed to the gods and Merlin himself that the woman miraculously held it together.

Suddenly, and interrupting your paranoid thoughts, you heard the telltale sign of someone getting ready to vomit: the gagging sounds beside you, them trying to quell it, and attempting to stop themselves all together. You felt your mouth go wet, you knew that if she threw up, you’d be right behind her, and you only hoped your body didn’t move against you right now. You closed your eyes, wanting to look at Severus and see if he was enjoying himself but not being unable to because of the force against you, and breathed deeply like the woman had moments ago.

It was nothing short of a miracle that you felt the ride slow down and ultimately come to a stop. You heard everyone audibly relax and you did too, but the feeling of needing to release contents that weren’t in your stomach was becoming unbearable. You left your spot and rushed out of the almost cage that kept everyone in. You weren’t pushing people, you were respectful, but the same, dreadful woman, the one who you’d later blame for your discomfort, came shoving you out of the way, running to the nearest trash can and hurling out anything the rose out of her body.

You covered your mouth and held your stomach, it was too disgusting and you had to move away from her (again), “I didn’t think you’d be the one to spill your stomach before I did.” You heard Severus behind you now, clearly amused by your current predicament. “I’m now starting to see why you enjoy these things so much, they’re quite entertaining.” He admitted but stopped talking when he saw you. “Are you alright, darling?”

Holding your hand out for him to stop talking, you slowly nodded. You felt your stomach relax and no longer had the urge to throw up anymore, “The lady next to me - the reason I wanted to switch seats, really - is emptying her stomach in the damned trash can over there.” He followed where your finger was pointing and scowled in disgust. “I was terrified that I was going to have the same fate of that poor bin, it was by Merlin’s grace that I didn’t. Thank you very much, by the way.”

“How is it my fault?” His eyebrows shot up.

Cutting your eyes at him, “Maybe if you switched seats with me, I would’ve been able to enjoy the ride as much as you.” You shot back.

He laughed, “I thought this day was about me enjoying the fair all together.” He countered.

“It’s a mutual enjoyment, and quite frankly, I didn’t enjoy that!” Now you argued with him.

He came closer to you and kissed your forehead, chuckling at your attempted angry stare that came out as an adorable pout instead, “I’ll make it up to you by buying you whatever you want from the concession stand.” Interlacing his hand in yours, he waited for your response.

You huffed, “And what makes you think I’m anywhere near hungry, let alone have an appetite, after that?”

“So you don’t want something to eat?” He questioned you with that all knowing look. You cut your eyes at him and said nothing as you followed him to where the beautiful aroma of food was wafting from. “I thought so.” He confidently expressed, smirking in a proud manner.

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Even though he’d walked in front of you, he’d slowed his pace almost to a point where he was now behind you. He didn’t know much about the muggle foods, despite his childhood, and he was utterly clueless as to what a majority of the things on the menu were.

“Hello, is there anything I could interest you in?” A young, blonde man, who looked to be in his teens, chirped.

You smiled back at him, rarely were the younger workers ever happy to be here, let alone this merry. “There is,” you answered. “I’d like one of everything on the menu.” Both Severus and the young man looked at you as if you’d grown two heads, Severus more so wondering what large family you were trying to feed. “Something wrong?” You queried when the employee didn’t write down the order.

“Of course not, ma’am. People usually only order one or two things, so forgive me for being a bit astounded.” He shared a laugh with you and went to tell his fellow workers. After that, the food had shockingly come out quicker than you’d expected.

There was now a superfluity of fatty, delicious foods on the tables - one hadn’t been enough so you’d scooted two together - in front of you both and you were beyond eager to have Severus try them. “Which one do you want to try first?”

He scanned his eyes on the many trays in front of him before his eyes landed on a cardinal red, lattice of deep-fried dough that had some kind of frosting and powder on it. “That one.” He pointed it out and felt relaxed when he saw you smile at his option.

“Nice choice.” You winked. You broke a piece apart and handed it to him, watching him while he chewed. His face went from skeptic to one of a child on Christmas morning and, even though you knew Severus in and out, it was weird to see him look almost innocent from simply trying something new. “So?” You urged.

His response was to grab another piece, nearly yanking the paper plate from underneath it and making it fall to the gravel beneath you, “Sorry.” Came his sheepish reply. He took another bite and you giggled, “What is this?”

You pulled a piece from him, ignoring his blank stare at taking what he now wanted to be just his food, “A red velvet funnel cake with cream cheese frosting and powdered sugar. I’ve never had one either, they’re quite tasty.” At your confession, he gladly shared the funnel cake with you and wanted you to savor it just as much as he.

“Alright,” you dusted your hands together, getting off any extra crumbs, “What else do you want to try, my love?”

Again his eyes raked over, instantly landing on another item of food, “I can assume what this is, but don’t tell me until I’ve tried it.” You smiled and nodded at his order. His face twisted into an expression that showed you he was once more happy with his choice, “I know it’s an apple, but what’s on it?”

You were going to tell him but decided on making him think, “Guess.”

He thought for a moment. He’d definitely tasted caramel, chocolate, the nuts were obvious, but there was something else mixed in there. It was almost like a liquor, it was definitely a brown one, clear wouldn’t be appropriate at a family event like this. “Obviously caramel, chocolate, and nuts, but I can’t place what the liquor is.” He pondered for a second longer then it hit him, “Bourbon?” He guessed.

You beamed at his answer and clapped your hands, “Absolutely brilliant, love!” You reached across the table, holding your hand up for him to high five you. When he took too long, you glared and were about to put your hand back down.

But he slapped it back, making a loud clap erupt, and causing you to giggle at his growing enthusiasm, “I wasn’t going to leave you hanging.”

Severus continued to eat and you kept on watching him, taking equally big bites out of the pieces he ripped off (you chose to mess with him and it was better that way) and happily talking about and explaining what everything was and when you’d tried some of them before.

His favorite out of all of the junky, greasy, fun foods was cotton candy and it made you burst out laughing. You’d never guessed that a man like Severus would consider even trying cotton candy, so now knowing that it was his favorite was humorous. You made a mental note of remembering not only that, but also making sure that you’d be able to recall what other ones he’d liked - twisted dagwood dogs, churros with caramel and chocolate sauce, cookie fries, fried cheese curds, cannoli desert nachos, and about tons of others.

The final thing he had was something you’d been waiting for him to try, not the last thing but it was alright. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction to the, in your opinion, odd taste. “Last one of the night, Sev, eat up.” You attempted to hide your smirk but he saw through you.

Squinting his eyes, he decided to be brave and not ask questions. He’d found himself regretting that as soon as the flavor hit his tongue after biting into the treat. It was gross, there was a mix between sweet and salty, and despite that being one of his favorite mixes, he had no choice but to wipe his tongue with a napkin.

His face of disgust was absolutely hilarious to you and you let out a howl in mirth, tearing up from how hard you were laughing, you held your stomach. You felt yourself nearly fall off of the bench that was attached to the table, making a few people look over at you and smile; they couldn’t be mad, everyone was openly having fun, laughter was everywhere.

“That was repulsing.” He finally expressed. “Was that bacon and chocolate!”

You wiped your eyes, “Precisely.” Having to clear your throat from your previous cackling, “That was bloody breathtaking, Merlin, what I would give to see that kind of raw reaction again.”

Severus scooted the the tray with the bacon as far away from him as possible, now it was close to falling off of the table, “Glad you find it funny. That was horrible.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You gathered the plates and trays of the food and readied yourself to stand up. Severus too stood up, coming over to help you up and throw the food away; you uttered a quick thank you and dusted yours jeans off. “Now that we’ve tried everything here, chocolate covered bacon being your favorite-” his scowl made you snicker, “only kidding, love. It’s time for us to try our hands at the mini games.”

Walking hand in hand, the bright neon lights of each fair game stand casted over your faces’, reflecting and casting a gleam in your eyes, aiding in the feeling you had since being here. You stood still, briefly, to see what game looked the best.

‘Clown game over there, that could be fun’

‘A game of basketball is available right there’

‘Ballon popping with darts... I’d be amazing at that, bet I could beat Severus’

And that’s when an idea popped into your head.

You quickly turned to Severus, “Care to make a bet out of this? Whoever collects the most prizes wins.”

“What’s the ultimate prize, the one for when we win?”

You tapped your chin in thought, “Bragging rights?”

“Deal.” He could easily get behind that.

Your first game that you tried was way too fun. You sat down and aimed a water gun at a clowns mouth, a mouth that was far too wide for your comfort, and kept it there. Of course, there was a restriction on the sprayer, it couldn’t be that easy, and Severus used it to his advantage and nudged your elbow while you were focused. It made you slow down and the points that were so high above his had now been under his newfound ones.

“That’s not fair, you cheated!” You fired at him.

He tossed the tiny stuffed animal he’d won - a cute monkey holding a banana that was larger than he was - at you and watched as you quickly caught it, “It was in the name of love, sweetheart.”

You nodded in agreement, if that was how he was going to play, you were going to play even better. You never understood why he partook in dirty tricks like this because although he might’ve been able to beat everyone else, it was impossible for him to triumph you. But, he’d made his choice, and you were going to make him regret it.

The next game was basketball and you knew you were going to win this. Not only was Severus not experienced in anything that had to do with sports, muggle and wizard related, he had no idea how this game worked. You knew more than your way around the hoops and you were thrilled to win this time.

“5 tickets for a game of shooting hoops.” The jovial carnie announced. He saw you walk up to the booth and smirked at the idea of you trying to play the game, “Think you got what it takes, Doll?” You didn’t like his tone, it was far too condescending and the way he carried himself told you that he was arrogant. Not a word said to the man and you already knew what kind of character he was.

Without saying anything to him, you slapped the tickets onto the counter, making sure to add in Severus’, and snatched the balls out of his hands. You stood in your position, looked over at your boyfriend, and waited for the ding that told you that you could start shooting. When you’d heard it, you immediately began to skillfully toss the basketballs, not missing a single hoop, and scoring a quick amount of points.

You were moving so swift and agile that you started to attract a small crowd. They’d heard the the chimes of the scoreboard and looked up in astonishment at your score - already at a whopping 36 points. Severus had given up at that point, there was no need to embarrass himself and he was more intrigued at seeing how high your score could get. He watched you proudly as you made point after point, not once had you missed, and he was the first to clap when the buzzer sounded off, letting you know you had to stop.

You heard the whistle and claps behind you and you swiveled your body, noticing the group of random, but oddly supportive for a group strangers, people standing near you. You smiled and blushed from the attention and you blew a kiss to Severus when he shook his head at your smile.

Looking back to the haughty man who was now rather slack jawed, you still uttered not a word to him. You pointed behind him, directing his sight to the larger stuffed animal - a purple frog that was wearing a jester’s hat and matching shoes with a jingle bell on the end - and beckoned it towards you, implying that you wanted it. He listened and, reluctantly, as if he’d been eyeing the thing for a while, he shoved it into your arms.

You lowered your eyes in an almost dangerous way. If you could used your wand in the moment, you’d turn him into the nastiest, ugliest toad imaginable, one that matched his personality. Your glare that you’d kept on his stuck face almost faltered when that idea crossed your mind and you had to vanquish it so you didn’t laugh in his face.

You leaned on the counter, squeezing your well deserved prize in your arm, and breaking into his comfort zone, “Don’t ever call me, doll.” Your voice was low and calm but he, as well as everyone else who was in ear shot, could hear the edge it held. You gave him a mocking smile and walked away from the booth, Severus right behind you.

“Where did you learn to play like that?” He was amazed at how experienced you were.

“My father taught me back when I was just a child. He noticed how intrigued I looked when we were passing by a few muggles playing on a court and I asked if he could tell me how to play. I perfected my skills years ago. Guess I forgot how much I loved playing it.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

But Severus’ face was clouded by something, an emotion you couldn’t quite place but you liked it, “You surprise me more and more everyday.”

You glanced at him and raised your eyebrows, “Flattering, but we’re now tied, why don’t we keep playing? I’d like to tell Minerva how you lost against me, she loves hearing about my victories against you.”

“And, somehow, I’m not surprised.” He shook his head and carried on.

To say you and Severus were competitive would’ve been an understatement. As soon as he won a game, you were racing to find another one that you could beat him at, and vice versa. Being a quick leaner and a man who paid attention, he noticed that your aim was immaculate, so he avoided any game that required you to toss, throw, or pelt something. You, on the other hand, peeped that when it came to speed and concentration - two categories you didn’t think could coincide with one another - that Severus couldn’t be defeated because he kept beating you at those games.

You’d played a multitude of games that went from childish to more grown up, and luckily, you were up by at least 3 prizes; Severus didn’t need you to win, you bragged differently than he did. He was subtle with his, whereas you were very boastful and he had no doubt in his mind that if you won, you were going to shout from the tallest Hogwarts tower about how you beat him. And that wasn’t something he wanted to deal with.

There was only one game left on the strip and, because you knew Severus wasn’t going to win this, you didn’t find it necessary to even try and play. Instead, you stood back and watched the show that you were positive was going to be entertaining.

Ring Toss was what he’d read above him. He didn’t know how the game worked but he knew he had to win. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a man struggling to get the ring onto wide necked bottle, watching as he became visibly frustrated from his continuous failure. ‘Do not embarrass yourself like that, Severus. Especially not in front of, Y/n...’ his mind begged him.

He placed the tickets down and told himself to relax because a stressed mind was a defeated mind, in your words. He let out a secret breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in and squinted at the bottles, as if they’d wronged him in some way. He brought his arm back, bending his hand, and tossing the ring, perfectly aligning the ring to bottle. Or so he’d thought.

You and the ring carnie both tried to suppress a laugh at his bemused stare, he looked utterly confused. He looked from the bottle to the ring that was now on the ground and you had to cover your mouth to stop the laugh that was breaking through, while the older woman behind the counter rotated her body away from everyone’s view, hiding her pink tinted face. You cleared your throat when Severus looked at you and giggled, you wanted to see how far this could go.

Severus wasn’t a man who’d give up so easily, which you loved, and you knew this would be the perfect game for him. Yes, you’d brought him here to have a good time, but this part here was solely for you, you needed to see just how long it’d take him to realize the game was rigged.

His perseverance was further proven when he’d placed another hand of tickets down, then another, and another, and, yep, you guessed it... another handful followed. He’d gotten nowhere near closer, each outcome was the same - he’d toss it perfectly, you’d all watch as it bounced, and then you’d have to bite your lip or cheek to keep your joy from seeing him continue to miss the bottle. He’d started to get annoyed, then he was upset, now, though, he was angry. Yes, angry. There was no way possible that he just kept missing, there couldn’t have been.

He considered that you were using magic, but he fought against that notion when he saw you were just as concentrated as he was, for different reasons obviously. He noticed that the large amount of tickets he had before he’d played this loathsome game - if he could even consider it a game because it was nowhere fun for him, or anyone for that matter - had dwindled away, gone, and in the hands of the woman in front of him but behind the booth.

“If you win this last game, you’ll win for the night.” You’d told him. Now it had made sense why you’d said it. The chances of winning this game were slim to none and he was starting to regret even agreeing to that bet, clearly you were going to win. But he wasn’t going to embarrass himself and walking off empty handed wasn’t an option, and with that in mind, he came up with an easy solution. He put another round of tickets on the counter and you shook your head at his persistence, he didn’t know when to quit sometimes.

“Not tired of losing just yet, are you?” The woman teased him. But unlike the man who’d tried being funny with you, she had a tone that showed she was only joking.

Severus looked her in the eyes, deadly serious, “I’m not leaving this spot... until... I... win.”

You knew his declaration was serious and you leaned on the corner of the booth, feet tired from standing still for too long. “Severus, we can leave, I’ll just let you win.” You offered.

He didn’t like that suggestion. He wanted to win fair and square... well fair and square in his mind. He looked at you and looked away immediately after. Without having to think too much, he did the same thing he’d done the past few times, but this time, he’d casted a spell in his head, wandlessly; he made not only the rings in his hands, but also the ones that’d been lying on the ground, fall onto the rims of the bottles. Effectively filling each bottle with a colored ring around it.

You dropped your mouth open, the woman’s expression mirroring yours, and stood looking foolish. He’d just used magic to help him land where they were supposed to the entire time, in front of muggles no less. That couldn’t be counted as just and you were quick to try and argue that, but the attendee spoke before you could.

“Which one?” She was still shocked at what’d happened and how the man with the dark eyes just did what he did.

Severus, feeling victorious, let his eyes slowly inspect every stuffed animal that was on the wall that was facing him, “All of them.” He pursed his lips.

“Sev!” You saw how the little girl behind him looked dejected at the thought of not having a stuffed animal. “You can’t just take all of them, others want them too.”

He looked directly at you, “Y/n, I’ve worked hard and far too long for just one of them.” Now he faced the woman again, ignoring everyone else, “I’ll take them all.” And even though everyone else seemed offended or upset, the worker found his determination funny as she grabbed each stuffed item one by one.

The whole thing was preposterous, despite there being two of you, neither of you were going to be able to carry, at the very least, fifty two stuffed animals and walk around comfortably. There were still rides to get on and who was going to watch your things while you got on them. Plus, the little girl standing behind you was looking at you with the biggest eyes you’d ever seen, she was pulling at your heartstrings and unraveling them so effortlessly.

You knew you didn’t need all of these and Severus was not going to want them inside your chambers. You moved behind Severus and handed her the biggest one you had, which was an enormous, multicolored unicorn with tassels coming out of the horn. She smiled and squealed happily at you, thanking you along with her parents.

“That was nice of you. I think we both knew that that father of her’s wasn’t going to be able to get a single ring on the bottle, he hardly looked as if he could throw correctly anyway.” He remarked.

You rolled your eyes at his cocky attitude, this wasn’t how this was going to go, “You cheated, you knew we weren’t allowed to use our wands,” you saw him getting ready to protest, “nor wandless magic. And don’t even try arguing with me because there’s no way that the fallen rings just happened to rise off of the ground and fantastically jump onto the bottle.”

He raised an eyebrow in argue, “Maybe they were eager?”

“Maybe you’re a cheater.” You shot out at him.

“It all depends on how you look at it.” He laughed. “Are we going on more rides?”

You could hear his hidden excitement and that brought joy to you, “We are, I’ll just need to find someone to watch these.” You both walked rather awkwardly over to one of the lines and before getting on it, you asked a little boy behind you to hold them for you. He happily agreed and you hopped onto the Super Shot - a ride that strapped you and raised you all the way into the air just to drop you right back down at an alarming pace.

The ride ended and your stomach still felt like it was in the air, as if you’d left it on the seat behind you. The boy you’d asked to wait with your things was still standing, patiently waiting for his turn, and you thanked him, allowing him to chose whatever stuffed animal he wanted.

There were more rides to be ridden and you’d both gotten on them - Swing Ride, The Whip, The Wipeout, Tilt-a-Whirl, Starship, and even the slides were a few of them. Everything had been going perfectly fine, Severus was laughing freely, smiling openly, and you were equally as happy as he. The second to last ride of the night, though, was going to be something alright.

You were waiting for your turn in line, Pirate Ship, your absolute favorite ride despite the simplicity, was what you were getting on next and you were ecstatic. Severus had gone to get another cotton candy because the delay time was too long and he’d stated that he needed something to keep him satisfied.

“Excuse me?” A man interrupted your thoughts. He was rugged and burly, with the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen and a chiseled jaw.

“I’m sorry, was I in your way?” You asked politely.

His smile could light up every bulb here and you found yourself smiling back, “No, I was coming to ask if you came alone. I couldn’t help but to notice a woman as pretty as you, all alone by yourself.”

“She isn’t alone.” Severus voice spoke, making the both of you twist your necks to see him. “And I don’t appreciate you trying to talk to my girlfriend while you’re wearing a wedding band.” Now that he’d pointed it out, your eyes followed where his ring was and you widened your eyes.

“Fucking hell,” a woman with blonde hair, four kids, and eye bags that could carry every grocery item in the market came walking over, more so stomping, up to you three. “Not this shit again, Jerry.”

One of the boys next to her opened his mouth in shock, “Swear!”

“Forgive me, Tommy, but your father is a piece of shit.” She then looked at you two, “I’m so sorry for him, and I apologize that he’s tried hitting on your woman. He has a bad habit of doing that.” Now she was glaring at her husband who looked petrified and embarrassed.

Unfortunately for you two, they’d started arguing right in front of you and everyone else in the line. You looked from them to their poor children who were looking around and, in your opinion, looking for an escape route. You stooped down a bit to their level, “If you don’t run away from your parents, which I’m sure you want to do more than anything, you can have any of these.” You pushed the remaining toys in their vicinity, noticing their faces light up.

When the woman - whose name you learned was Veronica from her husband’s pleas for her to slow down - left, you and Severus stayed silent, processing what exactly just happened.

Severus spoke first, “That was...”

“Yep...” you supplied.

“And they were...”

“Uh huh...”

A beat passed before the two of you started laughing, Severus wasn’t even able to be upset at what just happened and neither were you. He’d gone back to eating his cotton candy and you stole a few strands, earning a pinch from him. The pink, sticky sweet was gone and now it was your turn to get on.

“I don’t think you should’ve eaten that, Sev.” You clenched your teeth because you knew how nauseous people could get on this ride.

He frowned, it was too late to have said that now and he didn’t regret eating the sticky sweet, “I’ll be fine.”

You nodded, “Famous last words...”

The first swing was fun, as well as the second, but by the sixth one he knew he’d messed up. His stomach was starting to rumble in a way he knew wasn’t good and he didn’t know how long he had until everything he’d eaten came tumbling out. The last thing he wanted to do was throw up not only on you, but in front of everyone. He refused to be that one guy. Yet, when the final swing of the ride came, he knew, he was positive, that he was about to hurl and luckily, the ride was over, everyone getting off to go do other things.

“I forgot how exhilarating that ride was!” You jumped up and down, feeling your veins pump with a different kind of energy now. “By Merlin’s beard, Sev, was that not one of the best rides of the night?” You turned to speak to him, but he wasn’t behind you and when you looked back, you saw his back as he made a beeline to the restrooms. Had his stomach not been feeling well, you would’ve laughed. You didn’t, though, and jogged after him.

You ran into the men’s restroom, ignoring the whistles and catcalls, as well as the one ‘nice ass’ comment one of the men had made, and went to the stalls. Rolling your eyes at how many men were in there, you’d started looking at the bottom of the stalls, trying to find Severus’ shoes. You knocked on his stall door and opened it, you knew that in his rushed state he wouldn’t have locked the door.

Holding his inky black hair back, you rubbed his back and gave him time to breathe. He lifted his head from the toilet because just the smell of it was enough to make him want to double back and vomit again.

“Reminds me of that time we bet against Hagrid and Minerva.” You laughed when he’d stopped gagging.

He let out a funny scoff, “Except it was you with your head in the toilet because you can’t hold your liquor worth a damn.”

“Hey!” You protested. “At least I didn’t allow a bit of candy floss to make me queasy and run to the nearest restroom.” You teased him now.

The pungent smell of urine and other bodily fluids hit your nose and you felt your eyes threatening to water. You never understood how the men’s restroom was so much worse than the women’s; all you had to do was do your business, wash your hands, and leave. The place was disgusting and the smell wasn’t the only bad part, there was inappropriate graffiti on the walls as well that ranged from graphic to way too detailed.

“Think we could hurry up, love? The longer I stay in here, the more I feel myself turning into one of those urinals out there.” He laughed with you and left the stall, washing his hands, casting a discreet spell to clean his mouth out - similar to brushing your teeth - and left the restroom with you. He saw two children who appeared to be twins standing on the side with the few stuffed animals you had left. “Thank you Miranda, Michael. Pick whichever two you like.” When they did, you walked off with Severus’ hand in yours.

“Where do you keep finding all of these children?” Came his bewildered question.

You shrugged and laughed, you couldn’t answer exactly how since you didn’t know either, “They’ve just been conveniently around, almost as if someone’s writing them into the love story that is ours.” He shook his head and chuckled at you.

A young couple, no later than their early teens, stood playing one of the booths. The boyfriend couldn’t win from the ridiculously hard game, and you’d seen him try twice already. So when his girlfriend wasn’t looking, you got close enough to tap him on the shoulder, discreetly giving him a cute stuffed mermaid, and continued on. You heard the girl gasp in surprise and when she happily hugged him, you looked back at him, winking at his silent thank you.

“Are you ready to head back now, darling?” Severus asked next to you.

You shook your head no, “There’s one last ride that you need to try.” You saw his reluctance, not wanting to feel bilious again, but he still agreed to go with you.

To your surprise, you two had gotten in line just in time to avoid having to wait absurdly long. The operator gave you the thumbs up to pick whichever compartment you wanted and you chose the one you knew was the best and had the greatest view. The ride moved slowly, slower than any other ride of the night, and neither of you spoke, enjoying the comfortable silence. The only form of a silence you’d had all night.

The higher the mechanical device went, the more the night sky and city view of downtown London became visible. It wasn’t too late into the night, partially still somewhat early, and the beautiful and lucid, cotton candy-colored skies were shining dazzlingly down on everyone. The clouds looked sweet and they made you want to dance on them, forget everything else and twirl around with Severus until both of you were dizzy.

Speaking of Severus, he too was busy looking down and around him. He was basking in the breath taking view displayed in front of you both; he enjoyed peaceful nights like this, he did usually prefer more fresh and cool, wintry ones, but here, with you, he wanted nothing more than this scene right here. Everything was so much more alluring like this, he could get used to this.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Your voice ripped out, diminishing the quietness that’d fallen over your own atmosphere.

Severus moved his gaze to you, “You are.” He complimented you, smiling when your cheeks noticeably darkened in response. “I know you said your father taught you how to play basketball, but is he also the reason you’ve been here before?”

“He was. He’d found the fair on accident really, that was what he told me, he’d been walking one day to go somewhere and he noticed this. He said he stood by and simply watched everyone, seen how happy the children were; he wanted me to experience that kind of joy too.” You saw him nod and continued, “The first time he brought me, I was skeptical - Mum, just like my Dad, was a pure blooded witch, except she wasn’t as open as Daddy was. She was steadfast in her belief that witches and wizards shouldn’t mix with muggles, so, doing something that entertained them was also deemed as wrong.

“We sneaked away one day, told her I was helping him run a few errands, and we spent the entire day here just having fun. It was the first of many amazing memories spent together.” Your eyes were mystified in reminiscence and there was a ghost of a smile on your face. “Of course when we got home Mum was upset and knew where we’d been. We got better at hiding it.”

He smiled at your shared memory and brought you closer. He saw you shiver at the breeze that flew by, “Are you cold?” He questioned. You inclined your head softly in answer and he took his sweater off, handing it to you, and watching as you slid it on with closed eyes and a cheeky smile. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You both fell into another pleasant hush and, for that, you were grateful. “Did you have fun today?”

He thought for a moment. He enjoyed the first few rides, loved the food a lot more than he’d expected to, and winning the mini games had been hilarious to him. Resting here next to you had outweighed all of those things and the night was still young... or at least mildly old. “I’ve never had a better night than this one I’ve spent with you.” You knew he was being honest, his reply was too raw for him too have lied and his reactions to everything tonight had been priceless.

You loathed the moment you had to go back to Hogwarts, back to the school that made him stressed, that stretched him thinner than acceptable. You hated how the students spoke about him and even though it was sometimes well deserved, it still hurt when you saw how much it tore him down over time, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You were happy that, at the very least, he’d been able to appreciate right now and right here with you, not once talking about anything school related or upsetting. No, tonight had been perfect.

“Good, I’m happy.” You smiled at him as you leaned closer.

5...

He grinned back (this had been the most he’d smiled in one place in a long time) and too tilted towards you, “So am I.”

4...

“I love you, Severus.”

3...

“I love you too, Y/n.”

2...

“Can you kiss me?” You knew what the answer would be but you had to ask.

1...

“It would be my pleasure.” He sensually responded.

The kiss was electrifying, you felt sparks from not only the man you loved, but also the elated feeling you’d been holding in the entire night. His lips claimed yours in a passionate kiss and you turned your head to deepen it, to get more of him and express each other’s love through the sentiment. The fireworks that blew up into the night sky showed an array of bright colors, dazzling lights splaying over both of you, covering you in the sparkling glares.

When you pulled apart, the need to breathe overpowered you, you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing contently. “You were so busy handing out stuffed items to everyone that you weren’t able to keep one for yourself.”

“On the contrary,” you pulled out a plushie of a small, pink bat with starry eyes. It looked ridiculous but you loved it because of who had won it for you. “I’m going to name him Severus. You two kind of look alike as it is, my scary dungeon bat.” You kissed his cheek and laughed, going back to a light conversation and teasing him for blushing.

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Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @lizlil @snapefiction @passionkillerphil @ablxssm @deniseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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dreaminglyyou · 3 years

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Hi I'm still here ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ

Just not in the *phase* where I feel like posting anymore. But I'm back here because my brain is finally gearing back into stuffs thanks to Bungou Stray Dogs 😂

Spoilers for current manga arc though

(･ω･`〃)

I haven't been able to get this out of my head, it's more like a prediction or a theory and I wanted to write it down somewhere

Currently Dazai and Fyodor are still in jail, talking in coded language because they're *that* smart and the last I remember from Nikolai Gogol is that he wants to kill Fyodor right? Because he's had enough about the man manipulating and brainwashing with that smugness on his face-

And he's bringing Sigma along to use his ability so they can figure out what exactly is Crime and Punishment.

And I still don't have a full grasp on how Nikolai's ability works but what if he'll be able to access to the space where fyozai is currently in 🤔

I have no doubt that the place certainly must've something to block off ability users from using their skills, not to mention it's heavily guarded and the location is a top-secret information.

But maybe later, after Dazai gets freed from the cell bcs Ango or his superior (the one that got stabbed by Sigma I forgot his name I'm sorry skdjskkdkd) bails him out- what if Nikolai and Sigma approaches him to make a deal?

Oooh I love imagining this scenario 😂

That "what if"

Nikolai Gogol probably pretty much figured out they can't win against Fyodor's mind but there's someone who is on par with said man: Dazai Osamu

And I keep getting mind blown by how far Dazai had planned/thought of what's coming bcs he knew something serious is about to go down. He even called Akutagawa 2 days before the ADA was framed like wow sir, your mind, it amazes me 😩

He also knew he was being followed and I also have no doubt if he *wants* to escape the scene to warn the others, he definitely would've done that. But nah, he lets himself get captured to get to Fyodor ASAP.

So honestly it'd be so damn interesting to see if the 2 members of the Decay of Angels who are supposed to be dead according to Fyodor's plan- secretly forms an alliance with Dazai to get the upper hand on Fyodor.

And idk what they'll offer to Dazai in return though I haven't think that far- maybe his safety? A position in DOA replacing Fyodor? It make sense jskskskksksk

OR WHAT IF Dazai's the one who approaches them first to make a secret deal behind everyone's back because he wants to wipe off that smugness off of Fyodor's face as well. He'll probably offer them freedom from the DOA? 🤔

OH AND.

Remember that Fukuzawa and Mori made a deal to help hide the ADA members in exchange for one of them to join Port Mafia instead? Yea...... you cannot convince me otherwise that Mori wants to use this oppurtunity to get Dazai back to the mafia.

Mori did asked for Yosano but no doubt Fukuzawa will be hella mad if he finds that out later because he did specifically said NOT to ask for Yosano. And Mori didn't insist it after saying it once though so he's probably being a dick OR he's planning to get Dazai from the start.

Can you imagine the scene 😩

Dazai couldn't have known about the deal that was made or he could've because he predicted it in one of his scenarios

I can already imagine by the end of it and after everything's gone back to normal, Mori with his cat-like smile asking for the 'payment'.

And he all but drops the bomb on the ADA members that he'll be taking Dazai Osamu in exchange for helping them before.

And oh boy, I can already imagine Dazai's pensive face staring straight in Mori's eyes with that "try me, bitch" aura.

But also like- here's the thing, back to Nikolai and Sigma.

What if Dazai accepts the offer to be one of the DOA 😩 temporarily no doubt because he knew DOA would lose, he's only there to add more fuel to the fire before switching back to ADA

Or Nikolai and Sigma could start off a new organization/team because the rest of the world thinks they're dead already anyways. You can't kill them if they're already dead 🚶🏻‍♀️

Oh wow this is a long post 😂 it's fun aaaahh I miss this feeling djsjjdkskd

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd manga #manga #anime #bsd theories #theory #bsd predictions #dazai osamu #fyodor d #nikolai gogol #sigma #decay of angels

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Heart of Gold, Chapter 17

Characters: Thorin, Dis, Thrain, Dwalin, Balin, Original Characters

Relationship: Thorin x OC

Setting: Post Azanulbizar, Pre Quest of Erebor

Notes: Hi everyone! I hope you're all well and safe! Here I am fulfilling my promise to deliver this chapter within a much more reasonable time frame 😂 Just looking at the outline for this chapter, I knew it would be too long, so I had to cut it in two. Can you guess what happened next? That's right, I still made the first part, i.e. this chapter (which was supposed to be really short), into a long chapter. I'm doomed to never finish this story lol I still hope you can forgive me for that, and I do think there's a specific (long) moment in this chapter that some of you will particularly enjoy. In other words, explicit 18+ content coming your way ;) I also just want to say a massive thank you for all your lovely comments/messages. Every one of them warms my heart and fuels this story! 💙💙

This is the 17th chapter to my Thorin Oakenshield fan fiction, Heart of Gold, which can be read in full on ao3. Go check it out there to read from the start! Please consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed this chapter or if you are enjoying the story so far!

Word Count: 5329

It was one of those fine Spring mornings where the air was cool but full of promises for sunshine and warmth, with birds singing overhead and rodents running around the trees, leaving traces on the still-damp earth.

Dania looked around, holding onto her wicker basket, then ventured away from the path and deeper into the forest. These woods did not go very far, and there was a stream somewhere ahead; she could hear the soft splashing of water over limestone rocks. Once she would reach the brook, she would turn around and retrace her steps. Even without this indicator, Dania doubted she could get lost. After all, Thorin had taught her how to find her way, either by remembering the natural features of the land or by following the orientation of the sun and stars.

Though the trees were denser outside the path, the sun still made herself known.* On either side of Dania, the lower branches curved, creating a vaulted ceiling, speckled with small, cautious buds reaching out for light. Small flowers were beginning to bloom. Dania recognized daffodils and Lily of the Valley, but others were foreign to her. One colourful bush in particular caught her attention, and she bent down to examine it when she became aware of a faint sound, like the cracking of branches, growing nearer.

Someone was coming.

Slowly, she unsheathed her knife, the one Thorin had forged, and stood ready to defend herself. Grasping it tightly, she tried to think critically. These woods were safe. Whoever was walking nearby would not be a threat. The footsteps were drawing closer to her, however, as though they were searching for her. When at last the branches separating her and the unknown presence rustled, Dania raised her knife, but there was no need to worry.

Her heart could not help but beat faster when his imposing figure emerged from the thicket. He wore his simple grey-blue tunic and black trousers with a silver belt wrapped around his waist, from which hung his sword.

"I must learn to announce myself from a greater distance, or else I might never recover from your attack," Thorin said with a teasing smirk.

Smiling, she shook her head and sheathed the dagger back into its scabbard. "How did you know I was here?"

"I followed your tracks," he said as he took another step and closed the distance between them, forcing her to drop her basket as his arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Despite everything, she felt herself relaxing in his hold.

"And how did you know it was me?" she asked as her hands rested on his chest, the heat emanating from him completely chasing away the morning's chill.

"Your feet are smaller, and lighter . . . and you were not in your tent," he said, his voice becoming even deeper as his gaze fell to her mouth.

"Are you spying on me now?" Dania bit her lips enticingly, inciting a low groan from him. Her whole body tingled in response.

"Aye, and a good thing too," he said as he brought his lips closer to hers so that she could feel his hot breath fanning her cheeks, "young ladies should not be out in the woods alone."

"But they can be in the woods with a strange Dwarf without a chaperone?" she said teasingly.

"It would only be inappropriate if this strange Dwarf did this," he said, his lips brushing against her own before devouring them, cutting off any air so that he became the source that gave her life. "And this," he added, allowing her to take a breath before he kissed her again, even more passionate and desperate than before, his tongue exploring her mouth like a pilgrim searching for a sacred treasure.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to her so that her breasts were flat against his chest. Even that did not seem to be enough. Thorin's hands pressed into her back, pulling her toward him and grasping at the soft flesh beneath her woollen dress. Everything about Ester and her schemes disappeared from Dania's mind as she let her One and his reassuring presence carefully heal the cracks in her heart.

They were finally together. They were finally alone. But she needed air.

Reluctantly, she pulled away but remained safely in his arms, allowing him to rest his forehead against hers as the adoration shining in his deep blue eyes filled her vision. Like Dania, Thorin was panting, his mouth slightly open, and his cheeks tainted with a blush that would have disclosed their secret passion to anyone.

Smiling to herself at the sight, Dania caressed his bearded cheek. "Will you teach me?"

"Hmm?" Thorin hummed, then smirked as he brought his lips against hers. "You mean this?"

Dania giggled as he kissed her again. His eyes were even brighter when she pulled away. "I mean tracking," she said, traces of laughter still hanging onto her every syllable. "Will you teach me?"

"Anything for you, amrâlimê," he said in a warm whisper.

Such simple words, yet coming from him, they had the power to banish the strongest of storms. Dania did not share Thorin's way with words. Instead, she pulled him in for another kiss which would translate her feelings for her. Thorin responded enthusiastically to her embrace for a moment, but he seemed to have other plans on his mind.

He broke off the kiss and seemed to be on the verge of speaking, only he did not. Silence settled between them, and she could feel the tension settling into his muscles.

"Before I get carried away," he said after a moment, his voice much less confident than it usually was, "I wanted to tell you that I went to the library last night after the feast. To look for a solution to our . . . situation."

The change of tone in both his speech and body chilled her bones. Feeling embarrassment crawling up her neck, Dania looked away as Thorin looked down at his feet. His hand moved away from her back and reached for something in the inner pocket of his tunic. Dania looked back to him when he cleared his throat.

Thorin loosened his hold on her and handed her a piece of parchment. Once unfolded, she saw that it contained notes written in Thorin's elegant handwriting.

"Smartweed?" she read aloud, giving Thorin a quizzical look.

"You have never heard of it?" When Dania shook her head, Thorin sighed. Clearly, he had not expected to have to explain it to her. "It is plant; and it grows in these parts, according to the book I read."

Dania nodded. Then read some of the notes aloud. "Smartweed leaves and flowers can be collected from mid âfvalasirkha to late âfhumryanj* . . . infusions of 4 ounces of the fresh leaves or 1 ounce of dried leaves in a quart of boiling water . . . should never be consumed if pregnant, or during the fertile period . . ."

Trailing off, she snuck a glance at Thorin, looking at her with his jaw set, looking both vulnerable and imposing.

"The only danger is . . . that," he said tightly, pointing at the parchment she was holding, "and that is what we want, so . . ."

That was not what she wanted; it was what she needed to do, but she merely said, "that's what we want."

A jolt of overwhelming shame and nausea overcame her as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. Unbidden, tears stung her eyes. She wiped her cheek with a shaking hand, but Thorin was already wrapping his arms around her so that she buried her face in his shoulder, his heartbeat against her ears like a lullaby, calming and comforting.

"I'm sorry — " she choked.

"Shhh, amrâlimê, I have told you already," he murmured as he kissed her hairline softly, "you have nothing to be sorry for. In any case, if someone should be apologizing, it should be me."

Frowning, she looked up to him with wide, questioning eyes. "Why?"

"Because I — " he paused, looking around as though his answer, or the manner in which he should surrender that answer, was hidden somewhere in the surrounding trees. Then, slowly, as though he was forcing himself to do so, he looked back to her, his eyes wide with fear and remorse. "Because you deserve someone better."

Mouth half open, Dania looked at him helplessly, hurt by his disposition to continually torture himself in this way. Struggling once again with how to comfort him, she boiled down her thoughts to their very essence. "I want you."

Thorin took a deep breath, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Then you deserve a better version of me; one who is less of a coward."

"But you're not a coward, Thorin!" she exclaimed imploringly, her hands moving to clutch his tunic.

"Really? You are forced to do things like this because I do not have the strength to tell a bunch of old council members that I have found my — that I love you with all my heart. I do not even have the courage to tell my own parents — "

"I don't want you to tell them," Dania spoke in a soft voice she half-hoped he would not even hear.

Her words were not entirely true — she wanted nothing more than to be with Thorin — but she could not face definite opposition. At least now, she could pretend like there might be a small chance awaiting them in their future.

If anyone was a coward, it was her.

He blinked back at her in a heavy, despairing silence.

Without waiting for a sign from him to continue, she went on, her confession leaking out of her like the blood of a wounded soldier. "I don't want you to tell them because I know what their reaction will be; you know it too." He grasped her arms forcefully, as though he was afraid her words meant she no longer wanted him. "I was hurt by you reaction to Vili finding out about us, and even though I do not see it as a bad thing, I understand why you felt that way. You were right to react as you did. Thorin — one day you will be king. Your people need you, just as you need them."

"I need you," he interjected in a strangled voice.

And I need you, she thought.

"You were born to be a leader. People listen to you; they look up to you and respect you. They do so because they know they can trust you to make the right decisions for them. You must put your duties first; and part of that means accepting that you are not free to love as you desire."

She hated herself for saying these things, and she knew that her heartbreak was now obvious to him and that she was breaking his own heart by not guarding her emotions better, but these things needed to be said.

"Prince or not, no one has the right to force me into a marriage I do not want," he said hoarsely.

Mahal, how she wished she was naive enough to accept that.

"I know the laws of our people,* Thorin; of course, no one can force you, but that does not mean they must accept your choice," she said bitterly. "I see the way they look at me and hear what they say of me. If we were to announce our relationship to the world; we would lose the support we so desperately need. Thorin, I don't want people to suffer because of me."

Slowly, he moved to cup her face with his large hands, the pads of his thumbs wiping her tears away. He, too, was crying now. Constant, frustrated tears rolled down his cheeks, telling her he could find nothing to dispute her words.

"But instead you are the one suffering," he whispered, surveying her face as though he was afraid she would break in his arms.

Dania tamped down the urge to snap back at him. She could usually read him better than her own mind, but at that moment, she could understand neither.

They did not have a choice, yet Thorin lingered on the premise of their relationship as though he thought he could change it, even when he had been the one to suggest keeping them a secret in the first place. He was both breaking her heart and giving it a reason to keep beating with each of his words and each flicker in his eyes. In her heart, he would always be hers, just as she would always be his, but in this cruel world, she would have to accept his fate. She had accepted it, but he also had to accept it.

"This is only temporary," he said, sounding as though he was trying to convince himself more than anything. "We will not always have to hide — "

"No, because one day you will marry someone else."

The bitter words escaped her lips before she could seize them and lock them up again.

"Never!" Thorin roared, swallowing hard. "What brought this on? How can you even say that?"

Dania's breath hitched in her throat so that she was only able to voice one word, but that one word was enough to make Thorin understand. "Ester."

The hands that were still on her face froze, and his shoulders sagged. In the next few minutes, Thorin opened his mouth to speak, but always he closed it before a single sound escaped.

At last, he spoke again, his voice softer, almost pleading, though Dania was at a loss to understand to whom he was pleading. "I will let no one separate us, Dany, no one. I am certain Ester's parents will not be the only ones to try to convince me to marry their daughters. Even my father will surely push me to at least consider them, but I will do everything in my power to keep them at bay.

"I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to hear these conjurers' ill words toward you, and how hurt you must be when you are forced to see me with these other Dwarrows; and I am so sorry to put you through all this," he spoke in a breathless voice as he rested his forehead against hers. "I hate myself for not doing anything; for not punishing them for all the pain they impose on you; but I need you to take comfort in the fact that none of those Dwarrows, even despite all their efforts, can ever hope to rival you. I have place for you and you only in my heart, and that is how it should be. I am yours, and you are mine."

I am yours, and you are mine. The same words with which she had pledged herself to him upon his return from the battle. Just as they had stirred a wave of passion from him on that night, they now pushed her to respond to his declaration by caving into her urges.

Their lips met passionately, almost violently, as though their bodies were trying to convince their minds of what was so obvious, that they were meant for one another, and that at this moment, they could give into these overpowering desires freely.

"Tell me you still want me," Thorin said in a half groan, half whimper, before kissing her even more hungrily than before.

"I want you," she said, kissing him back just as desperately. "I am yours."

His smell and taste so enraptured her that she did not realize they had been moving until her back hit the rough bark of a tree. Somehow, Thorin's body was even harder. He pressed himself against her and took her face between his hands before tearing his mouth away from hers to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw, then down her neck until he reached the sensitive point only he knew about.

A moan broke from Dania's throat, and her legs buckled. Luckily, Thorin wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place while his other hand reached for the hem of her skirts. All the while, he continued to suck on her neck. He was going to leave a mark; that much was certain. Dania did not stop him. She wanted him to mark her as his; it was so foolish, so reckless, but the sensible part of her mind was being drowned by the liquid heat between her legs.

At this moment, they were just two lovers, two halves of the same heart coming together. If she could not have all of him for every day of their lives — as she so desperately craved — at least she had him at this moment.

Nothing was certain except this moment.

Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, the unyielding mass of muscles impossibly warm under his thin shirt. Another moan escaped her lips when his calloused hand trailed up her naked thighs. Fearing that she might fall as every inch of her body responded to his lingering caresses, Dania wrapped her arms around him more tightly, but Thorin was holding her firmly in place, so she finally let herself relax in his grip.

When he lifted his face to look at her, she whimpered, already missing the feeling of his lips on her skin. Liquid fire pulsed through her veins as she watched him with sultry eyes. Beads of sweat were already rolling down his face, and his chest heaved rapidly, indicators that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

Then Thorin's leg slid between hers so that she felt him, incredibly hard and thick, and her mind forgot how to form a coherent thought. Her hips bucked against him of their own accord, causing Thorin to groan. He could feel the pool of moisture between her legs; she was sure of it.

His eyes never left hers as his hand moved to cup her mound, and then, without any other warning, his fingers slid between her folds. Dania was forced to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle her loud moans that would have alerted the encampment even from this distance.

"You are so wet," Thorin said in a raspy voice. Dania could only whimper in response.

It was his turn to moan when she wrapped her legs around his waist. Thorin's voice was utterly divine, but his moans especially so; she might have reached her peak of pleasure from that sound alone.

"Thorin," Dania pleaded, eyes wide and desperate. She did not need to say more for him to know exactly what she needed. His thumb moved to her sensitive bud, tracing circles over it until he was forced to kiss her to silence her.

With each of his caresses, Dania grew more impatient until she could hold it in no longer.

"I need you," she moaned against his lips. "I need you inside me."

She could hardly believe such improper words had come out of her mouth, but Thorin did not seem to mind. In fact, they seemed to have only intensified his passion. Humming in response, he continued to kiss her with fervent ardour as her shaking hands moved to unbuckle his belt. The clamour of his sword hitting the ground was still ringing in her ears when she untied his trousers so that, at last, she could wrap a hand around his burning desire.

Hissing in surprise, he intensified the movement of his fingers, curling them inside her heat. She would not last long, but she wanted to feel him inside her; she wanted to feel him stretch her and cover her with his seed.

"Thorin — please — oh!"

The tip of his manhood brushed against her most sensitive spot, and then, finally, he entered her. As always, he searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort or of a change of heart. Only when she nodded did he thrust all the way in, giving her only a short moment to adjust to him before he began pounding into her.

Both his hands were now on her hips, holding her so tightly that she felt bruises forming. Dania secretly enjoyed how much more urgent this felt compared to their other couplings, and a blush smeared her cheeks as she realized how improper her thoughts were.

Dania's mouth hung half-open as the heat in her belly continued to grow to an almost unbearable degree, but then a brief moment of lucidity made her rethink her actions, and she pulled Thorin in by the neck, slamming her lips into his to silence herself just as a low moan escaped her.

"I am yours," Thorin growled breathlessly. "Only yours." For now.

"Mine," she purred before he took her lower lip between his teeth and pulled. A sharp jolt of pleasure ran through her and exploded in her core.

Thorin had clearly felt her muscles contracting, for he reclaimed her lips, his moan making her lips quiver. One of his hands moved to squeeze the soft flesh of her buttock. Another jolt of pleasure sparked through her. Nothing could stop the steady and inevitable rise quickly bringing her to the pinnacle of passion.

Shifting her in his arms so that there was practically no space between them, Thorin began thrusting even deeper into her, seeking his own end. The new angle caused him to hit the back of her cavern, scattering stars across her vision.

"Thorin — "

This time her moan was left to fly freely into the forest air as Thorin was entirely addled by the pulsing of her inner walls, a clear sign that she would come undone before him at any moment. His ragged breathing told Dania that he, too, would not last long, but that did not matter. One more thrust, and the two of them reached their peaks at the same time.

The world around her turned to white as she stiffened against him. Waves of pleasure continued to wash over her for what seemed like an eternity. Ever the most attentive and selfless lover, Thorin continued to move inside her, letting her ride out her high, gradually slowing down his movements and stopping only when she found the strength to open her eyes again.

His ragged breathing spilled warm and fast against her face as she gazed into his eyes, shining like the moon on Durin's Day. When Thorin made to move away, Dania wrapped her legs around him more tightly, making it impossible for him to leave. His eyes softened in response, and she knew that he understood both her previous fervent desire to be claimed by him and her current need to be held by him.

For a while, they remained in that embrace, neither saying a thing, fearful that one syllable might break the spell that seemed to have allowed them respite from their fears. His hands were still on her waist, though now so soft and gentle they might have healed the bruises they had left their mere moments before.

In the end, however, they had to move.

Slowly, Thorin pulled out, then gently brought Dania back on her feet, only for her to stagger into his arms. A sweet soreness tingled inside her, propelling her towards him both because she had trouble finding her balance and because it made her crave more of him already. Dania tamped down that desire and curled closer into Thorin's embrace as he lowered them both onto the soft grass. Clearly, he also did not have a pressing desire to return to the real world.

Still desperate to feel close to him, Dania sat on his lap, allowing him to cradle her close to his chest and kiss her forehead. She knew she was being childish now, but his willingness to comfort her only made her want it more. However much she loved him; however much she knew he loved her, she would never not be affected by the attention he received from other Dwarrows.

But for now, he was hers, and this time she would not be the one to pull away; she would wait until he declared it was time for them to leave.

Dania could feel herself slowly falling asleep in his arms, as though his body around hers was a balm meant to heal her wounds, even if only temporarily. It was only his baritone voice whispering her name that propelled her to open her eyes and look up to him.

"Will you promise me one thing?" he asked as he continued to rock her gently, one of his large hands now cupping her face.

"Hm?"

"I need you to trust me, amrâlimê," he said softly, tightening his hold on her. "They will not separate us; I will not allow it. I may only be capable of delaying their wishes; but as Mahal is my witness, if I must run from their iron grips for a hundred years, then so be it. You mean everything to me, Dany, and if I cannot marry you, I will have no other as wife." Their lips, which had been growing closer with every word, met softly in a physical manifestation of his vow. As they pulled apart and gazed into each others' eyes, Dania finally felt her tears recede, and her heart felt lighter in her chest. "Promise me that you will trust me; that you will trust these words. Promise me you will trust in us."

For the first time, she actually felt like they were on the same page about their relationship. He had held no fanciful images of a blessed union — images which tortured her on even her brightest days — nor had he spoken of sacrificing his birthright to be with her, something she would never forgive herself for; something she would never let him do.

"I promise," Dania answered, rendered momentarily breathless by the intensity of her love for him.

Hearts considerably lighter, they shared another kiss, soft and sweet as a ripe strawberry. Both of Thorin's hands now rested on her cheeks, guiding and controlling the kiss as she melted in his hold. Then, as though afraid he might get carried away once more, Thorin pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes locked on hers as though gazing into her soul. She always felt so exposed when he stared at her like this, and even though embarrassment came to her easily in those moments, she also enjoyed it more than she dared to admit, simply because all of his attention was on her and no one stood in their way.

If only that expression could have marked his features freely.

The air was already warmer when they began to make their way back to the encampment, the midmorning sun shining through the branches to light their way. They took a different path, one that wound to and fro so that it took them a while longer to get back, not that they minded. Hand in hand, they savoured the delay, sharing their impressions of the last few days without a single worry for propriety. Conversations with Thorin were usually easy, such as it was now, because she did not have to worry about anything but being herself. Even more than this, Thorin could be himself with her. He did not need to act or speak as a prince should.

Dania loved him in those moments above all.

They even found a shrub of smartweed on their way, so she collected some and placed the sample neatly in her basket. Even that did nothing to alter their mood — or at least, she tried very hard for her countenance to remain the same — and in the end, she was glad that they had had the chance to speak, even if it had been a painful conversation.

She was his, and he was hers, not only in this moment, but at least in this moment. For now, she would allow herself to savour every moment with him, and she banished her fears of whatever would happen in the future at the back of her mind.

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin #thorin x reader #thorin x oc #thorin fanfic #tolkien #tolkien fanfiction #thorin x you #heart of gold

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Jikook Dynamics Through The Years: 2014 pt. 1

The posts for pre-debut and 2013 dynamics can be found in my masterlist as well as I'll link them here for you. We are now finally getting into 2014! This is a interesting year, and I'm probably going to say that for every year going forward now 😂 oh well. We get to see even more how much they were all already so close. Jimin and Jungkook included. Something important to keep in mind that I'll be sharing moments, AND my personal opinions, along with facts. My opinions are my own. You can agree or disagree. I encourage you to go and check it all out, see this content for yourself as well and form your own opinions during this time frame too. I will be splitting this up into 3 different posts probably to manage the length and be able to add more links/photos in each post.

We literally start the year of 2014 off with Jikook. On the second of January, the first BTB of the year is again, a minute of JK filming Jimin acting goofy and dancing. Jimin has always been one of his favorite models when JK is in charge of the camera 🥺 JK is singing/rapping and Jimin is dancing to whatever song he randomly starts singing. Both giggling their heads off the whole time until it abruptly ends with them both exhausted from holding the camera up high and dancing so much lol

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Our next BTB of the year gets posted of the Maknae Line runway show. Lmao Jimin plays revolving door to Tae and JKs runway walks and it's silliness and rough housing and just fun. We see how they are all so playful together, it's good natured rough housing between friends. The video cuts off with Jimin grabbing Tae and then looks like he is about the grapple with JK.

On 140106, Jimin posts on Twitter a Maknae line photo. The caption saying "we started the day with some pumpkin. TaeTae ate it all though." And the look Tae is shooting him in the photo is comical 🤣 but they all look very cozy together on that couch sharing a plate 🥰

Followed up with our next moments being from the short BTB of JK dropping honorifics for JM. He went down showing all his hyungs on camera and calling them by name-hyung. And showed Jimin last with just a Jimin-ah. And immediately giggling as Jimin swatted at him for being a brat. JK did this a lot, being kinda bratty towards Jimin to get his attention. Jimin in turn, allowed this, thought it was funny and indulged his behavior. If it had truly bothered him, JK would have stopped. It brings me back to his statement on Rookie King, where he says he teases hyung because he likes him so much. It is a playful banter between them.

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On 140119, we get the behinds of them receiving the best New artist award at the Golden Disc Awards. It's your general Jinjikook rough housing and brattiness, and then maknae line messing with their Suga hyung as he is talking the whole time too. I swear, JK tried tried inhale Yoongi with how hard he was sniffing him as Jimin laughed and pointed 😂 which gets followed up a few days later with a mostly Vhope focused BTB of the guys all dancing/singing to trot. Vhope dancing together and drawing the others into it. Jikook do a little "duet" together though too. Including it here mostly because it's insanely cute

On 140126, they post an OT7 log, giving well wishes to each other for the coming year of 2014. They go down the row. There really isn't anything happening here between KM, but I'm including it because I think it shows their general attitude approaching this year, things they had going on and their personal mindsets. And it was precious seeing their hopes for each other. It was also the first time mentioned about Jimin going on some extremely strict diets that ended up getting ARMY worried about how little he was eating. And Tae voicing that worry and telling him he just wants him to be healthy was very heartwarming. Young Kookie just listening to everyone very intently too. They are so hardworking and humble.

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February kicks off with them dropping their Skool Luv Affair Showcase Making DVD. It's about 90ish minutes and has a few Jikook moments but is mostly just showcasing them working hard, being goofy together and their playful energy. They also had solo questions, and JM and JK both listed Love as one of the 3 things they felt like they needed in life for Happiness. The other moments I feel are worth mentioning from this DVD are their responses to the question about what would happen if the members all liked the same person. I think Jimin very affectively shuts down all those weird shipper theories and worries about him dating anyone else or liking anyone else if another one of his members also liked that person. If you know with this one, you know.

And during a small segment of the DVD about JK loving his hyungs, it was tons of cute clips of JK hanging out with his older members while waiting to perform, the jikook one was adorable, holding hands and dancing backstage together. I won't lie and say it didn't give off a bit of a different vibe to me then the other clips, but maybe that's just my bias coming through.

On 140212, Jimin posted a series of 4 photos of him with jikook on Fancafe, with the caption "Real Men Brushing Teeth." It was super cute.. They were all quite obsessed with this real men, manly men type of attitude in these first few years. Jimin being named the most manly among them during the showcase DVD mentioned above. And on the 18th they appear in a video message together for Hobi's birthday, everyone else filmed solo and the other members even question why they did it together with no response. Lol the whole video is emotional and cute as heck. Watch if you haven't! 😭 always makes me tear up. The beginning of them sticking together through many video messages and ending remarks even though they really don't have to be doing it together at all. Lol

Also on the 18th is this 60 seconds Interview. This is the first time (I believe) that JK gets asked to give his rating of the members on their looks as the Maknae and ranks Jimin last (himself 6th) and this then sort of becomes a running gag joke in the group. One that Jimin laughs off well here.

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We get another interview on the 22nd, this one not as silly as the 60 second one, but clearly still them Goofing off. Jimin spends a lot of time with his hand on JKs thigh. Jungkook again gets asked for his ranking of the members looks. He again, ranks Jimin last here too and Jin first. Jimin does seem a little disappointed, but still definitely is willing to joke about it with everyone else too and laughs it off.

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The next moment we get is a Jikook log, our first in a while. It's posted on the 24th and is very sweet. Jimin gushes over JK a lot in this one and there is also a lot of talk over how close the two of them are, how they sleep outside in the living room together, work out together, practice together. He also talks a lot about how JK has grown up. He also mentions here the past 2 interviews where JK ranked him last in looks repeatedly. Jokingly shaking him and saying he is going to kill him while JK giggles.

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My opinion is that JK isn't actually ranking Jimin last in looks. I think he doesn't think ANY of them are last in looks. I think he was a young kid here who was put on the spot in an interview and didn't know what to do. I don't think he wanted to rank anyone last and I think he thought Jimin would be the best able to handle the jokes and teasing, not realizing that he was hitting on Jimins own insecurities a bit there too. It falls in line with the way they teased each other back then. So I really think it was more of a "I think Jimin can handle the joke the best" thing. JK looked up to him a lot and Jimin was always giving off a very confident and secure vibe. Where as others, such as the rapline, had expressed insecurities before and had plenty of haters attacking their looks at that point. I think he just thought Jimin would brush it off the easiest. It was never something he seriously meant anyway and the joke took on a life of its own after all this anyway too with JK and all the others because Jimin himself played into it and laughed it off. And then once the joke became a thing for them, it spiraled out of control and feelings weren't *really* considered a whole lot. They were young, that happens between all of them at times when jokes jokes too far. That's my take on this whole weird dynamic there anyway.

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I'm including this video link, not because there is a jikook moment here, but more to "disprove" a jikook moment. BTS did a skit for Mnet before their Just One Day performance on the Mnet stage. And I've seen the moment of Jimin pushing Tae away from JK in sooooo many jikook jealousy moments. Using this as proof of Jimins feelings for JK, that he didn't want Tae to be pretending to kiss him. It's taken out of context though. When you see the whole thing, it's obviously all scripted. And right before that, there is a moment basically exactly like it with Jin pretending to go kiss JK and Suga stopping and pushing him away. No one was jealous, no one was trying to actually kiss or seduce JK either. They were all just following the script for this little skit. Which was... weird, yes, but it was all acting between all of them here. BTS does weird ass skits sometimes. We all just need to accept this 😂

Another link for the 140227 심심타파 SSTP Radio Broadcast. JK gets asked "As the Maknae, when I'm lonely, upset or worried... the hyung that gives me the warmest comfort and best attention is...?" And JK answered "Jimin hyung" and Jimin wrapped him up in a big hug smiling super big. Just once again showing how they are one of the closest duos already at this time and JK was already considering Jimin to be a place of comfort for him. Just One more thing to disprove all those jikook weren't close or JK didn't like Jimin in the early years theories. They've always been wonderful friends together for sure.

I'm also including this link to their radio show interview with Jungchi and Harim, not because of any moment that stands out as something more than anything else, but because around 40 minutes in, they all talk about how JK is more carefree, playful, loud, etc with them then he is on camera, where he gets more nervous with his interactions and is a little more quiet and solemn. Adding it for those who want to watch, and because it's something we get told often about JK over the years and speaks to recognizing how it may have affected his actions and dynamics with his hyungs that we see.

Link again to JKs entrance to high-school video. He brought all his hyungs out with him for this one along with his mom and dad. Everyone was soooo proud of him and doting all over him. "Our pretty Jungkookie" and talking about how proud they are. It was adorable. And they all went out for a meal afterwards too. No big KM moments in this video, but it leads us to these 2 posts over this day, also posted on the same day 140304. Jimin made a Twitter post about not only their performance that day, but about being proud of JK doing his entrance ceremony. He also made a fancafe post featuring a photo of the back of JKs head. The caption about being proud of their youngest and saying that he is "very close with Kookie now." And finally the photo they posted all together on Twitter. That we know they recreated later on in 2017 after he graduates too

Playful JinJiKook BTB once again showcasing JKs love of girl group dances and Jin being very fond of his dongsaengs. And when they all did am activity about how God made the members for each other, JK got Jimin and his was very cute. Lmao they were all teasing each other a bit with it. JK said that God made Jimin with cuteness, abs, dance and spilled/forgot all of the height 😂 Link to full video of them "presenting" their papers over the members. And Link to the translations for all the members!

Mnet posts BTS on their twitter for a countdown. It includes 4 photos of jikook being very cute together. Jimin and Jungkook on 140321 host a special MC on Music Bank together Link below. They also had an official Twitter post announcing their MCing together, with the photo I used at the very top of this whole post. Lol

And on 140322, Big Hit posts photos of Jikook together being cute. JKs smile in the first one and Jimins smile in the second one 🥰 they were trying to be tough manly men I'm sure

At the end of March, they did an Interview with Haru Hana Magazine Vol. 23. Here is the full translation of their solo interviews. And here is the full spread of the Magazine with their interviews and photo spreads. The only parts I want to mention here is that both JM and JK mention the other as the sporty guy when assigning "school roles" to the members (they click!) and that Jimin twice brought up JKs shyness with the female lead in the MV. Once in his own Interview mentioning how that was supposed to just be shot with JK and the female lead actor. But that JK was so shy and so Jin and Jimin ended up taking parts of the shot so he had less to do. And he interjected in Jungkooks own solo Interview to say it as well. JK saying that his facial expressions in the MV were because he was trying to show that he wanted to opposite sex to become his woman. Lol to which Jimin interrupts and giggles saying that he only 16 and wants them to be his woman, but that he couldn't look the female lead in the eye at all. You can see the exact translations in the links above. But Jimin! Let him breathe! Lol

Jimin makes a Twitter post with a photo from a Thai photoshoot they did back at the end of 2013. His caption translated would be: "While looking through the photo gallery I discovered a photo during our Thailand photoshoot hehe I want to throw my body into a swimming pool again.. Oowah~~ If only Summer would quickly arrive ㅜ the hyungs look stuffed hehe." (Not my translation.) This Thailand photoshoot and DVD get released later in April

April kicks off with the release of Hanryu Pia Japan Magazine, April Edition. With them being interviewed over their Boy In Luv MV. When asked at the end about what other attractions were in the MV, both Jimin and JK mentioned each other's parts in a teasing manner (JK teasing Jimin about cleaning the toilets scene and Jimin again teasing about JK being shy and having a hard time during his scene with the female actor). Full Translation here.

Photos posted on Facebook from the behinds of filming for Thailand photo book. My personal favorite of the Maknae Line 🥰 photo again from their shoot back at the end of 2013

Then we get this BTB, nothing major really. Just then having fun together, but their smiles while looking at each other and the giggles are precious. It's all just very cute.

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BTS took over MBC Show Champion's Twitter before their performance and its JK who posts! And he takes and posts a photo of Jimin. His caption translated is: "How it’s Jimin he’s so cute right?!Today will be broadcast 6PM KST Pleased be looking forward to us !!Writer BTS Jeon JungKook." (Not my translation).

This bangtan bomb has nothing to do with jikook really. Im only including it for the one line that is more coming off a Vmin moment. Very early on, like 9 seconds in, when about to start their dance, Tae decides to make a grab for Jimins *area* lol. Jimin very quickly deflects him and they all laugh about it, but Jimin laughs and points at the camera awkwardly saying "in front of the camera...." before they all get back to the dance. I think if nothing else, it shows they are aware of and adjust their behavior a bit while they are in front of the camera. Not saying they are groping each other off camera, but the jokes are probably rauchier/dirtier, the skinship and physical intimacy is probably higher, their comfort level is higher, the guards are down, etc. It goes hand in hand with the comments from all the members about the difference in how JK acts/treats them on and off camera too. Something to keep in mind.

BTS at KBS2FM Super Junior Kiss the Radio official interview on 140414. You can find the translations here. The only one I'm wanting to draw attention to is Jimins call out response to JK and Hobi. He says "Jungkook, why is hyung always 7th place in terms of looks rankings?! Is hyung really that ugly? J-Hope hyung, When you’re bored, you’re always messing around with your dongsaeng, always dissing me. Do you take me for a fool??" Its the first time we see him really give a hint that it bothers him, this 7th in looks rankings ongoing joke. It's the first time he says that he IS insecure about that, even if it's said in a more joking way, it's still the first time we see him bring it up and not just totally blow it off and laugh it off. And he mentions Hobi teasing him a lot too. He brings up teasing between 3J again in later interviews this year as well that I will get to eventually.

140425 brings us back to M!Countdown and a backstage interview. Clips from this interview are again very popular in jkk compilations. So I'm sure you've seen it, but if you haven't seen the whole thing, make sure to watch. This gives us our first video of Jimin jokingly asking JK out on a date and claiming he wants to spend their next day off together. JK doesn't really reciprocate this desire in this video. No, I don't think this is Jimin confessing his crush. I think this is him playing it up a bit for the camera, but also needling and pushing at those walls that JK still always has up in front of the camera. Wanting to push his boundaries a bit more while still expressing his want to be even closer to the maknae then he already is.

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So this wraps up the first 4 months of the year. I think it's important to remember and keep in mind that this is not everything they all did these 4 months nor is it even all the jikook moments of the past 4 months. This is a lot, yes, but it's the ones I felt like drawing attention to. My opinion here is that this really doesn't give us too much of a shift in dynamics from 2013. What it shows us is that Jimin and Jungkook were close in 2013. And in 2014 they started to get even closer. Jimin very much so also wanted us to KNOW that they were even closer now then they were before. And he very much so wants to continue to get even closer than they already are too. Hence the teasing and asking for more time spent together too.

Add in that we know JK isn't as shy or withdrawn from his hyungs off camera as he sometimes is on camera, it becomes even more clear how close they already were and just getting closer and Jimin pushing for that closeness a lot.

Add in again that they teasingly complain about JK teasing his hyungs too much and how a lot of that is centered towards Jimin. How Jimin is already letting him get away with everything. How JK already seeks out Jimins attention and affection and how Jimin already has a soft spot a mile wide for his maknae and wants to be even closer still then they are. He clearly loves JK a lot and loves spending time with him, and vice versa too.

So in conclusion, no, I'm not seeing any shift in feelings between them during this first part of the year. It's all still very friendly, but they also clearly are special to each other already too and find a happiness and comfort in each other and playing together. It's all very very sweet and I love seeing it so much! We start seeing a bit of a possible shift in their behavior with each other I the next coming months of this year too, especially in Jimin, which we will talk about in part 2!

Thanks for reading all this and getting this far if you did! I know it's a lot!💜💜

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