#(in the dream) i was out relaxing at a park in the nice weather and my parents suddenly appeared and asked if i was ready to go

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I had a dream that it was moving day and I hadn't packed anything, my parents were in the city to help me move and I wasn't prepared at all, and it didn't inspire me to work on cleaning and packing but it did make me super anxious so. That's something.

[merbear25]

Hi, can you please write nsfw headcanons about Axis having spicy dreams about a fem!reader?

Hello! I had some fun thinking of what kinds of dreams they'd have, so I hope I did them justice. I had the most fun with Japan's, honestly. 🤭 Thank you for sending in this request. I hope you like what I've written for you! 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, headcanons

Having a wet dream about you (Germany, Italy, Japan)

Germany

You were always strong-willed, able to handle yourself in any situation. However, that night he dreamed of you unraveling beneath him, completely and utterly losing all sense of self.

With a face that typically held a poised expression, your jaw was slacked and he had you panting for more. Only you could make looking pathetic sexy. Pushing both of you over the edge with one final thrust, he was abruptly woken up by his alarm.

Looking down, he groaned at the mess he made. However, the little bit of extra effort in the morning wasn’t something he was going to let sour his whole day.

Heading out the door at his normal time, he was at the track punctually, waiting for the other two to arrive. Japan was on time and Italy was running late just like every day. Looking over, he saw you coming.

His mind immediately recalled the dream he had of you, but he tried with all might to keep his composure, no matter how awkward he felt about it. You informed him that you thought it’d be a good idea to get back in the swing of things and start exercising again. He felt like you adding that being under his guidance would be the best decision was unnecessary, but that was mostly due to it making it hard to suppress the hue on his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he instructed the session once Italy finally arrived. Remaining focused wasn’t something he thought he’d be struggling with that day.

Italy

With the cool wind coming through the window, rain started pitter pattering against the shingles. You were cuddled up with him, slightly shivering from the sudden chilly weather. Wrapping his arms around you, the sweet embrace easily drifted into wandering hands and heated kisses.

Curled up in his warm arms, he thrusted into you. Despite the early morning calling for lazy motions, you were hitting all the right spots for him. The nice breeze casted over him, sending a shiver down his spine. His breath was hot in your ear as he cooed sweet nothings upon climaxing.

Stretching under his newly soiled sheets, he didn’t have a care in the world. Feeling completely relaxed, he lazily made his way throughout the house.

Going about his day as normal - relaxing under a tree, eating, napping, taking a stroll in the park - he caught sight of you coming out of the shop.

Without thinking twice, he called out to you and made his way over. The conversation alluded to no lingering remnants of the previous night’s dream, seeing as he saw no real reason to dwell on it.

Exchanging pleasantries, he always enjoyed chatting with you. You were so kind and easy to talk to. With the wind picking up, you shuddered from the drop in temperature, immediately taking him back to that precious moment that never happened.

Japan

You’d just finished eating dinner and were now in the kitchen doing the washing up. You looked so sweet with the pink bow from your apron tied behind your back. You took really good care of him, leaving him wanting to give you a bit more attention that night.

Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed your neck tenderly, whispering how good you were to him. Yanking your skirt up, he thrusted into you with fervor that had you quaking. As you gripped the kitchen counter, you bit your bottom lip so as to muffle your low moans. Cupping your breasts from behind, he placed soft kisses along your shoulder. With a final wave of ecstasy consuming you both, the vibrations from his phone pulled him out of the post-nut haze.

Pondering there for a moment, he had a difficult time wrapping his head around the dream he just had. Besides the obvious, you weren’t his wife. You weren’t even dating. Trying not to overthink it, he proceeded to clean up.

Already shifting to that day’s list of things to do, he was out the door. Though the day was admittedly long, everything went off without a hitch and the dream felt like it was ages ago.

Seeing you outside of your place on his way home, you asked if he’d eaten yet. You told him that you’d prepared a bit too much food and if he’d like, he was welcome to join you.

Taking you up on your offer, he was thoroughly enjoying spending quality time with you. Offering to help clean up, you were grateful for his kind gesture. Trailing behind you, he saw you put on an apron, making the dream feel all too real.

[neiptune]

megumi fushiguro x snowed in

“What are you doing?”, the surprise in your tone prompts him to briefly stop in his tracks before resuming a slow pace your car easily keeps up with.

“What does it look like?”, a laconic reply that fits well with that perpetually unbothered gaze.

“Where’s your car?”.

“Broke down”.

You don’t question whether the vehicle is parked somewhere safe nor if he already tried calling a tow truck, it’s perfectly reasonable to believe he would provide additional obvious answers.

“Get in, I’ll drop you off”, you slowly pull over and Megumi finally stops in his tracks, a thick veil of whiteness collected in his hair and the folds of his scarf.

“No need”.

His house is a 25-minute drive away: it’s madness to think it’d be rational to just walk, especially in this weather.

“It’s snowing!”, you impatiently reach forward to unlock the passenger door, irritated by his usual stubborness. Does he ever relax? You don’t remember the last time you saw him genuinely at ease, not even as a kid. Maybe he was born grumpy.

Megumi’s lips part on autopilot, perhaps to utter yet another obstinate refusal, then they close. He seems to consider the offer, quiet, briefly shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“I’ll ruin your seats”.

You sigh.

“I’ll ruin your face if you don’t get in”.

He juts his bottom lip out ever so slightly and you wonder if, just like when he was younger, it’s a boyish tactic to conceal a smile. Or worse, a chuckle.

The silence is familiar, something you’re used to when it comes to Megumi. It makes you smile, the way his shoulders relax when you adjust the temperature level of the heater, a sign that he’s comfortable and probably way colder than what he lets on.

He’s one of the very few childhood friends who decided to stay in your hometown, their presence there cemented and not just an exception dictated by either emergencies or special occasions. You haven’t been to his house in so many years, the very few memories still lingering are nothing but imprecise, volatile flashes: a red couch in the living room, parquet flooring, the walls of his room painted a dark blue you always associated with the indigo of his gaze.

You want to ask how his dad is, whether he’s even in town for christmas, if he’s still in contact with old classmates. The actual question, the detail you’re eager to discover claws at your throat from within. Are you spending the holidays with someone? Are they waiting for you at their house or yours?

“Slow down”, he mutters, pulling you away from your thoughts. With your focus set on the road once more, you finally notice the intensified flurry of snow on the other side of your windshield.

Didn’t the weather station predict a light snowfall? It wasn’t so bad as you left the parking lot of the nearest grocery store but, judging by the force of the sudden wind gusts whipping the snowflakes around, the conditions outside are bound to get worse.

“This is the wrong turn”, Megumi glances in your direction for the first time, worry evident in each crease on his forehead.

“We’re going to mine, if this turns into a blizzard there’s no way we’re making it safely to your place”.

“It’s christmas eve”, a quiet observation. You hum.

“It’s just until the weather improves. I’ll get you to your house in time, you can make a call”.

“A call?”.

“Yeah. To let them know you’ll be late but still make it”.

He sinks into his coat, sliding slightly forward on the leather seat.

“I don’t have anyone to inform”. 

“Okay”, you keep your tone casual but your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. It’s not the first time he’s been left alone for the holidays and you wonder how often that still happens, what he had planned for himself this time. Maybe takeout food, a nice movie, being in bed early and hoping for a quiet sleep with no dreams.

By the time you get to your house and park the car in the driveway, the road is covered in ice and flakes are still falling heavy from the sky. You both take your shoes off on the front porch and Megumi hangs his coat and scarf by the door, on the rack right next to yours.

He silently notices the exorbitant amount of lights and decorations, the heaviest reference to the holidays a heavily adorned, massive tree in the living room. Many afternoons had once been spent playing on that very carpet, along with friends who ended up moving away. He still talks to some of them, Yuuji promised he’d swing by the next day to spend some time with him, Nobara made him swear he’d attend the New Year’s party she was going to throw once in town.

You, always so perceptive, so comically obstinate and meticulous about each game they played, the impartiality of every role assigned. They’d all get so pouty because who the hell cared about who was going to be the knight, the princess, a dragon? You always ended up being one of the knights anyway.

“Tea?”, the offer is inviting and Megumi shuffles to the kitchen, where you already prepared two mugs on the marble counter, takes a seat next to you by the island.

“Your family?”, he takes the cup in both his hands, an attempt at warming up.

“They just called”, you grumble, “I told them visiting friends right before the holidays wasn’t a good idea. Flight is delayed due to severe weather conditions, I doubt they’ll be able to make it”.

Megumi hums, the weight of one too many festivities spent on his own enhancing his sympathy.

“That sucks. I’m sorry”.

“It’s okay, I’m not big on christmas anyway”.

He offers a coy smile as the sound of snowflakes hitting the windows intensifies, the wind picking up. It doesn’t feel like the storm is going to let up anytime soon and, just as to confirm the thought, another huge gust of wind rattles the house. The lights flicker for a second, then go out. It’s late in the afternoon and already fairly dark outside.

“Fuck”, you sigh, then activate your phone’s flashlight and slowly get up to go take a look out the window. “It looks bad. I’m sorry, I didn’t think we’d be stuck here”. You’d offer to call a cab but, truthfully, the idea of him getting in a car in such a weather is too unsettling.

“It’s fine”, Megumi joins you by the window, mug still between his hands, “I should be sorry, you probably had a completely different evening planned”.

“Not really. But, like…”, you hesitate. The darkness only slightly conceals that stoic gaze of his, one that always makes you want to hide a little. “I did get some groceries, so we could put something together for dinner. If you want”.

He finally cracks a smile.

“Where are the candles?”.

Thank god for your parent’s old gas stove. Megumi insists on helping and you’re more than happy to put him to work: he heats some vegetable oil in a big skillet and fries the chorizo, morcilla, pork belly and chicken wings until they’re cooked through and crispy. As he seasons them, you take care of the ripe plantains and the yuca. He eagerly follows your instructions, something you find amusing.

Megumi remembers some of your family’s recipes, the unique blend of rich flavors dancing on his tongue when he was a child, food that was so different from the lunch his father would pack for him. You smile at the questions he asks about different dishes, gently correct his pronunciation, always keep an eye on what his lithe fingers are busy with, to make sure nothing gets burned in the darkness of your kitchen.

The comfort of sharing a quiet christmas dinner with Megumi, as the wind mercilessly howls outside no less, soon makes something in your chest flutter with a weird sense of sadness. Truth is, you miss him. You want to see him more, talk to him more, you want to listen to him for nights on end. It’s easier for him to let his guard down in the dark, which may be why, as the faint light of the candles dances across his perfect features, Megumi is relaxed enough to become playful. He compliments your picada and waits for you to reciprocate, brows raised, right as you bring another one of his buñuelos to your mouth. It makes you want to laugh and cry, fingers itching with need, his hand so close and yet always too far.

When you move to the couch, you realize that the two generous servings of your mom’s spiked sabajón are not as helpful as you would’ve hoped against the biting cold. No power means the heating’s been off for hours and, given that your parents don’t own a fireplace, by now the house feels like a giant cold chamber. You’re wearing two sweaters and, despite it taking a certain degree of persuasion, Megumi accepted to put one of your hoodies on top of his sweatshirt. He’d often steal those when you were younger, bluntly claiming that they were softer and smelled better. It used to get you so flustered. You’d probably be flustered now, too, if your body wasn’t freezing underneath the blanket you’re sharing with him.

“You’re shaking”, he murmurs.

Your first instinct is to apologize: if he noticed, you’re probably sitting too close. But, when you attempt to scoop away, Megumi grabs your sleeve and tugs at it to bring you closer instead.

“What are you-”, you are not given the chance to finish the sentence. For someone who is not big on physical touch, the way he wraps his arms around you is so natural. Face pressed to his shoulder, you stay frozen for a couple of seconds, unable to move.

“To transfer body heat”, he explains, stoic, one hand gently rubbing your arm. It feels more like he’s actively trying to warm you up.

Megumi lets you adjust better against him, he doesn’t react when you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle further into his shoulder. It’s your hoodie but it already smells like him.

“What if we freeze to death?”.

He snorts out half a laugh.

“We won’t”.

“You’re gonna hate me so much if we do”.

“Why? Did you evoke the blizzard?”.

You huff.

“No, but I did insist on giving you a ride. Imagine if we die, you’d be upset and you already dislike me enough”.

Megumi stills, completely taken aback. The silence that follows stretches for so long you slowly start pulling back. Or you try, anyway: his hold around you tightens, a reflex or perhaps something his body does intentionally. You can never tell, with him.

“I don’t dislike you”.

He can’t quite believe you’d actually think that. Sure, he’s avoidant and can come off as aloof but you’re supposed to know better. Do you even have the faintest idea of how many times his mind took him back to that one afternoon?

When you don’t say anything, he deflates.

“I’m really bad at proving that, huh?”.

You hide a smile.

“Well, not really bad. You just leave enough room for someone to… wonder”.

“Please don’t think that. It’s not true”, he’s serious now, “I don’t like a lot of people but I could never dislike you”.

“Okay. Thanks for telling me”, your practical tone hopefully disguises how fast your heart is actually beating. But Megumi is far too engrossed in his own thoughts to notice your nervous state. He remembers Yuuji trying to be gentle about the whole thing and Nobara being merciless instead.

He’s way too cool for you, sorry Megs. It’s just a crush, it’s gonna go away.

Except it never did. Not when you moved, not when you introduced them to that girl you dated for a few months, not a single thing ever changed. You’re still beautiful. The coolest, most intimidating and intelligent person he knows. Forever one of his closest friends, his first kiss on a sunny afternoon, right outside Yuuji’s house. He wishes he could be brave enough to tell you all that.

“You’re welcome”.

The quiet chuckle that shakes you surprises him enough to meet your gaze when you look up. Your lips graze his jaw when you speak again.

“You’re so stupid sometimes, you know that?”.

“So I’ve been told”.

You’re still smiling when his nose tentatively brushes against yours once, twice. It’s cold.

“Don’t move”, you whisper, “it’s to transfer body heat”. And just like that, you kiss him. It’s delicate, soft, but the way he melts against you still stirs an uproar of butterflies in your stomach.

The storm is still raging outside, high winds violently swirling snow and rattling your windows. But your world is quiet. It’s the best christmas you had in a while.

thank you @princess-okkotsu for trusting me with megumi and for starting the wonderful project of @ficsforgaza. request a character + prompt here :)

[weirdkpopgirl]

First Kisses | Dream Reaction #7

Reaction: Being their GF's first kiss

Genre: Fluff (lots of it)

Warnings: mentions of toxic friends in Haechan's part, and I think that's about it

Word Count: 3303k

Author's Note: I've been working on this for a while and am so glad to finally post it. This is also something I've been wanting to write about for the Dreamies. I feel like the inner romantic in me just spilled out lol. Maybe it's because I haven't had my first kiss yet, and it's totally not something I think about from time to time. But I also had my friend who gave me ideas for most of these. Anyway, thank you for reading ^ - ^

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MARK

On a lovely Saturday when you didn’t have any classes and Mark didn’t have a schedule (for once), you guys went to Everland. You had previously mentioned wanting to go on an amusement park date. And Mark, being the attentive boyfriend he was made sure to find a day to take you.

The day was full of shy smiles and laughter as you walked around the place hand in hand. You guys went on all of the roller coasters and took plenty of pictures. Both of you felt refreshed for having this opportunity to relax and spend some quality time with each other.

Towards the end of the night, Mark asked if you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel. You smiled at him and nodded, letting him lead you to get in line.

The experience was so much better than you anticipated. Sitting in front of someone you deeply cared for, while getting to see such a gorgeous view. The bright fireworks only made things more romantic.

“Wah, they’re so beautiful,” You gasped in awe. 

Unlike you who was watching the fireworks, Mark found himself unable to do the same. He was so fixated on the spark in your eyes, and the mesmerized smile you wore. He couldn’t help but think of how much he loved seeing you happy.

You picked up on Mark’s silence rather quickly and before you could ask if everything was okay, a pair of warm lips on yours stopped you. Your eyes enlarged, being completely taken aback by the boy’s sudden actions. Before you could fully process what was happening, Mark pulled away abruptly.

A mix of guilt and internal frustration flashed through his eyes. He wouldn’t have been so nervous if it weren’t for the fact that that had been your very first kiss.

Mark cursed, “(Y/n), I-I’m so sorry! I…I know I should’ve asked you for consent first and-”

Before he finished, you pressed your lips onto his to silence him. 

“It’s okay, Mark. I liked it.” You smiled shyly at the flabbergasted expression he was now giving you.

But it quickly changed to one of relief and the both of you leaned in to kiss this time. The fireworks continued to pop in the background, as the two of you practically kissed until the ride was over. It was a very Mark Lee way to have a first kiss.

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RENJUN

You guys were walking back to his dorm after a study date. It was a nice evening, aside from the freezing cold weather. The two of you walked side by side, bundled up in your puffy coats with your hands in your pockets.

Beside you, Renjun was shivering. Although he tried to not make it obvious, you still noticed. So you took the heat packet out of your pocket and pressed it against his hand.

He chuckled at this gesture. “You came prepared today.”

“Yep,” You chirped. “You’ll always have me to keep you warm.”

A playful smile appeared on your boyfriend’s face. “Even if it’s my nose?”

You smiled back and placed the heat packet on the bridge of his nose.

“What about my ears?” He pointed to them. In response, you laughed and moved the packet to his ears.

“Even if it’s my…lips?” 

You stopped for a second, not having expected that type of proposition. Renjun was surprised with himself by how bold he was. But he has hinted at wanting to kiss you for some time now. Maybe you finally caught on.

Fortunately, you did understand what the boy was implying. Before Renjun could take back his words, you reached up to place a peck on his lips.

“Do…do you feel warmer now?” You asked, feeling shy by your actions.

The corner of his lips upturned into a smile. “No, I think you might need to do it again.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer and leaned in himself to kiss you. It was a very sweet and sensual kiss that made your heart feel like it was in flames. A solid twelve seconds passed before you guys broke away with flushed cheeks and dumb smiles. 

Looking into your loving gaze reassured Renjun that you were the one for him, and he would never let you go.

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JENO

You met Jeno at the freshman orientation trip for your university. Even though you’ve been dating for nearly a year and were in your second year of college, you guys still haven’t kissed yet. Crazy, right?

It was mostly because you were both quite shy. But also because you’ve never kissed anyone before, and you’ve told Jeno you weren’t ready yet. Jeno being the gentleman he was, had no problem with waiting for you. Aside from that one thing, the two of you shared plenty of hugs. Sometimes even a peck on the cheek or forehead here and there.

One day you went to the cinema to watch an action movie together. Toward the end, you got up to go to the bathroom. By the time you came back, the movie was over and people were leaving. The only person left was Jeno sitting in the middle row with an empty bucket of popcorn in his hands. 

Jeno gave you a small smile when you sat back down. “Do you want to stay to watch the end credit scene?”

You nodded and glanced around to see that the two of you were completely alone in the theater. Suddenly feeling a little awkward, you turned your attention to the big screen where the list of people that took part in the film was displayed.

Jeno, on the other hand, kept furtively glancing your way. He was contemplating whether it was the right time to move. In his mind, it was the perfect opportunity for a first kiss. 

“(Y/n)-ah.”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was so gentle.

This request caused you to turn your head in slight surprise. You looked into his eyes, full of adoration and yearning. Your heart started to beat dangerously fast, as you realized this was actually happening.

After some quick hesitation, you gave in and nodded. Feeling a little nervous, you closed your eyes. Jeno smiled at your cuteness before bringing your face closer to kiss you. His lips were so soft against yours. Your body reacted faster than your mind, as you slowly moved your lips in sync with his.

By the time you broke away, both of you had butterflies fluttering in your stomachs. When Jeno leaned in to kiss you again, the cleaner lady may or may not have kicked you guys out.

Aside from the brief embarrassment, your first kiss with Jeno was wonderful. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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HAECHAN

Back in high school, your friends constantly brought up how pure you were. They’d act like you knew nothing about relationships and left you out of those types of conversations. 

You hoped that things would be different in college and that maybe people would be more mature. However, you were disappointed to see not much changed. Nearly all of your friends attended the same university, so you were basically tied to the group. At least college still allowed you to meet new people, which you guessed was nice.

People like…Lee Donghyuck, the guy in your literature class. Or Haechan, which was what most people knew him as. You found yourself getting closer to him after being paired for a project. Being the social butterfly he was, Haechan was able to bring you out of your shell. It took some time, but you eventually warmed up to him.

He was also one of the most popular guys on campus. Although Haechan acted cocky and prideful around others, he wasn’t like that with you. He was gentle with his words and only made jokes when it was appropriate. He even let you call him by his real name.

Some might consider his behavior towards you, sweet. But you pushed down those heart-fluttering thoughts every time they rose to the surface. In your mind, it wasn’t possible for a boy like Haechan to like a nobody like you. You guys were just friends and that was it.

You were sitting in the commons with your friends for a study session. Except, you were the only one studying while they were gossiping about typical girl things. 

“So…(Y/n)-ah, I see you’ve been hanging out with Lee Haechan recently,” One of your friends snapped you out of your focused state.

Her question startled you, but you tried not to show it. They usually excluded you from these conversations (which you didn’t really care about because you didn’t pay much attention anyway). Their sudden interest in your “relationship” with Haechan was odd.

“Yeah?” 

The friend sitting across from you clasped a hand over her mouth. “You guys aren’t dating, are you?”

“What? No…we’re just friends,” You answered simply. The expression on their faces almost looked relieved.

“See, I told you Yeonsu-yah. Haechan wouldn’t date someone like her.” Your friend nudged the other one with her elbow.

“I’m sorry?” You faked a laugh. “What do you mean?”

The girls in front of you exchanged hesitant glances with one another.

“We don’t think Haechan would be interested in someone so…inexperienced?” The friend spoke, trying to piece her words carefully. “You get where I’m coming from, right?”

Heat slowly rose to your cheeks. Even though you were used to being mocked for your lack of love life, this was the first time you felt infuriated. So just because you haven’t dated around like your friends, that made you unappealing to guys?

While you were trying to think of a good comeback, Lee Donghyuck himself strolled into the commons with his laptop in hand. He came knowing you were here and was planning to ask if you could peer-edit his essay. Just as he was approaching you, he overheard the last part of the conversation with your friends.

“Yeah, I mean you haven’t even had your first kiss yet (Y/n)-ah.” He saw your friend barely smuggle a laugh. 

His eyes fell on your tensed shoulders and hands that gradually curled into fists. You clearly looked upset by your friends’ ridiculous comments. To be very honest, seeing that pissed him off.

So without thinking, Haechan made his way over to your table. The frustration in your eyes transitioned to ones of slight surprise by his unexpected appearance. You didn’t even get a chance to ask what he was doing here because he grabbed you by the neck and crashed his lips onto yours.

You heard the gasps from your friends in the background. But you were having a hard time processing the fact that Lee Donghyuck was kissing you right now. After pulling away, he held your gaze for exactly three seconds before he turned to your friends with a satisfied grin.

“Ha, now she’s had her first kiss!”

In disbelief of the current situation, you looked around to see that everyone including your friends was gawking at the both of you. Crawling into a dark hole to hide from the world sounded pretty nice right about now.

Blushing through embarrassment, you quickly gathered your things and grabbed Haechan by the wrist to bring him out into the hallway.

“Why did you do that?!” You immediately asked, once no people were around. The boy rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. 

He brought out his hand and counted with his fingers to explain. “First off, I wasn’t going to just watch your friends make fun of you for something stupid. Secondly, I was proving them wrong because I’ve liked you for a while now and I don’t care if you never dated before.”

“Donghyuck, that’s really nice of you but-” You stopped mid-sentence when his words fully processed through your head. “Wait, did you just say you like me?”

A sudden shade of red appeared on his tan skin, also realizing his accidental confession. Did you just make Lee Haechan blush?

“I thought it was obvious,” He muttered, lowering his head. “Anyway, sorry for taking your first kiss.”

You slowly started to smile at this. Maybe those heart-fluttering thoughts weren’t that silly, after all. With this newfound confidence, you took Haechan’s hand, causing the boy to meet your gaze.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing I like you too,” You said nonchalantly. He pretended to wipe his head in relief before pulling you into a hug.

And that was how Lee Donghyuck, the most popular guy on campus became your first and last love.

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JAEMIN

You and Jaemin were in the early stages of dating. Like most new couples, the two of you were in that honeymoon phase. Constantly giving each other heart eyes, flirtatious banter (mostly instigated by Jaemin), and shy smiles. 

One weekend, you invited him over to your studio apartment. The two of you thought it would be a cute date idea to make a cake together. The original recipe was a strawberry soft cream cake. Since you knew of Jaemin’s dislike for strawberries, you substituted them for peaches.

“Jaemin, I’m trying to focus!” You lightly scolded through laughs.  “You’re distracting me.”

You were currently spreading the soft cream on the cake, and Jaemin was not being very helpful. He kept feeding you leftover peach slices and talking in a baby voice.

Not fazed at all, he leaned against the counter. “Oh, am I?”

His tone sounded dangerous, and it was then that you noticed how close the two of you were. Jaemin’s eyes marveled over yours, and you felt him start to lean in.

“You know I haven’t kissed anyone before right?” You whispered when he was inches away.

“Is it okay if I take your first one then?”

He smiled when a blush quickly appeared across your cheeks. You wondered if he could hear the thumping in your heart right now. Unable to come up with words at the moment, you tried to relax and closed your eyes.

Taking this as a yes, his warm hands cupped your face and closed the gap between you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what your first kiss with Jaemin would be like in the past. Now that you were actually kissing him--or he was kissing you per se, you realized it was a hundred times better than you dreamt it to be. 

His touch was so so gentle and respectful. When he felt you were comfortable enough, his hands moved to your waist to pull you in closer. For a first kiss, it was longer than you thought it would be. And when you finally parted for air, Jaemin had the biggest grin on his face.

“You taste like peaches,” He murmured. His arms were still wrapped around you. You could still feel his breath on you.

His words only made you more flustered. Not knowing how else to react, you swiped your finger in the bowl of whipped cream and wiped it on Jaemin’s nose. You could barely hold back your laughter at Jaemin’s wide eyes.

“So we’re playing that way are we?” He moved quickly and smeared frosting on your cheek, causing you to gasp.

And that was how Jaemin and you got way sidetracked from finishing your cake and ended up in a whipped cream mess. Then you’d help clean each other up later, as well as the kitchen. Expect a lot more kisses from Na Jaemin after.

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CHENLE

The boy dragged you to a friend’s party, insisting that he didn’t want to go alone. Luckily only a small group of people were there, so you didn’t feel too overwhelmed. But as expected, there was quite a bit of drinking. Chenle had a pretty good tolerance and so did you. But still wanting to play it safe, you stuck with one drink.

Later in the night one of your friends, Mi-Kyung, grabbed an empty soju bottle and suggested an innocent game of truth or dare. Everyone moved to the floor and formed a circle. You sat there hugging your knees to your chest, praying for the bottle not to land on you.

Alas, after a few spins, it did. The immediate smirk on Mi-kyung’s face only made you more nervous. But you already told yourself you wouldn’t back down from whatever was thrown at you.

“I dare you to kiss Chenle,” She said, immediately causing you to blush. Everyone in the group knew you were dating and they haven’t seen you kiss yet.

That’s because…you haven’t yet. Considering this was your first real relationship, you had told Chenle you wanted to take things slowly. Of course, Chenle respected that very well.

But it has been a few months, and your feelings for the boy continued to grow. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for him to kiss you. And though you hated that there were all these people around, maybe it was best to just get it over with now.

On the other hand, Chenle was quick to come to your defense. “Yah, you didn’t even let her choose yet. How can you-”

Before he could finish, you closed your eyes and turned to kiss him. Chenle was taken aback, but he quickly smiled into the kiss. Your friends roared and shouted in celebration at the couple’s first kiss.

He stared at you in awe after pulling away. 

“(Y/n)...you’re telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?!”

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JISUNG

After failing to fall asleep, Jisung asked if you wanted to meet for a little midnight stroll. Being the night owl you were, you quickly responded to his text with an “omw,” before slipping on your sneakers to leave.

That’s how the two of you ended up at an empty playground, sitting on the swings like little kids. You mostly just listened to Jisung's vent. After dating for nearly a year now, you learned that he talked a lot with the people he was close with.

Some might find this habit annoying to handle at times. But you didn’t mind at all. As someone who preferred listening to others and also his girlfriend, you were more than happy to allow Jisung to speak his mind. In a sense, Jisung saw you as his safe place.

His words slowed when his eyes fell on you, who was looking at him with the utmost adoration. He could tell you were fully listening to everything he was saying without any judgment. Jisung would often catch you in moments like these and his heart would start pounding again.

You were waiting expectantly for the boy to finish his sentence. But in the next second Jisung was pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. Right after, he pulled away with a slightly panicked expression on his face. What worried him the most was he knew that was your first kiss, and he didn’t mean to act so impulsively.

“Sorry! You just looked so pretty. I couldn’t help it,” Jisung mumbled, scratching his head. 

Usually, you would get super shy in these situations. But you’ve been waiting for Jisung to make the move to kiss you for a while now. Maybe that’s why this sense of confidence caused your next action.

It was Jisung’s turn to be surprised when you tugged the chain of his swing forward so your lips would meet once again. Once he adjusted though, he placed a hand on your nape to deepen the kiss.

Three minutes later the two of you would part with bright pink cheeks and flustered smiles. Despite how shy you were at the moment, Jisung was proud to be your first kiss.

✎__________________________________________________________

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #8

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River was having a wonderful dream. Warmth all over, soft kisses with brushes of sharp teeth, claws trailing lightly down his stomach, a gentle scaled hand tucking under his waistband-

He woke with a start, an uncomfortable wetness in his pants. Ew. 

“Mmm?” hummed Noct. Uh oh.

Master opened an eye at his silence, yawning. “Whasss it?” he slurred from across the nest.

“Nothing!” he squeaked. Master narrowed his eyes.

“Um…” there was no way he was going to tell Noct he had a wet dream, and he especially wasn’t going to say it was about him.

“I just really need to wash up right now.”

Master yawned again, stretching, and River very carefully did not look at him.

Noct pulled the key out from under his nightshirt and unlocked the cuff. River awkwardly got up, hoping Noct didn’t notice anything.

But Noct got up with him, sleepily following him to the bath. 

“Um. Can I go by myself? Please?”

Noct tilted his head. “Why-” his eyes went wide, nostrils flaring, and he glanced down at River’s pants and then looked away. “Go ahead,” he said, embarrassment in his voice.

So much for that. How humiliating. 

He scrubbed himself down in the bath, trying to get rid of a scent he couldn’t smell himself. He took a moment to relax a bit in the water, trying to delay further shame.

Of course, what to do with the soiled clothes? He completely forgot to grab a change of underwear in his rush to get out of there.

He’d have to go without boxers. He wouldn’t be able to look at Master again if he went in wearing dry cum stains.

Noct was still awake as he walked into the den. He was staring up at the ceiling, flat on his back. He pointed to a folded set of pajamas and fresh underwear on the edge of the nest.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.” Noct rolled over, facing into the cut stone rim of the nest. River shuffled into the new sleep clothes.

With any luck, they’d never talk about it.

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It was the first day with “outside time”, and the weather was perfect. Sunny, with fluffy white clouds far in the distance.

Master was laid out in his large form, stretched out and relaxed like a cat. 

“Do not wander too far,” he rumbled.

“Yes, Master.” River looked out into the woods. The sunlight streamed through the tree leaves, sunbeams glittering onto the foliage. 

River had spent his life in cities, as slaves did, with little signs of nature. Even city parks were off limits to them, and only the wealthiest had courtyards worth mentioning. 

Birds sang on the branches, as if the dragon just a few yards away was nothing. 

He glanced back towards Noct. His head was between his long front legs, his eyes shut. Smoke curled up to the sky from his snout.

He looked back into the forest. There was a narrow path off to the right.

A little walk couldn’t hurt.

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The sun felt so good. Of course a human needed the sun, how could be so foolish? It felt too nice to not be good for health.

He shifted his wings, stretched them up into the air and folded them back down. So nice.

He kneaded the soil beneath his claws. A sliver of bone poked his palm. Hmph. He ought to clean up these bones. They had served their purpose. He didn't need them anymore.

That was for another day, though.

Noct took in a deep breath, tasting the sweet smell of plants and game in the air. But River’s personal scent of soap and herbs was not so close. He shot up, listening for him. 

The birds had stopped singing.

“River,” he called. “Come.” He heard twigs snapping and leaves rustling as his precious gem rushed back, but there was an unease in the air he didn’t like.

“Master?”

“Come here.” Noct didn’t look away from the woods.

“What is it?”

___________________

“Hush.” Master was more alert than he’d ever seen him, staring off into the forest.

Noct grabbed him suddenly, tucking him in between his front leg and side. 

“Lie down. Do not move.” His voice was urgent, and River kept still.

It was warm, a little too warm, but he didn’t move. He looked up at Master’s face.

His eyes were narrowed, his mouth ajar. Smoke poured from the corners of his jaw, and his teeth gleamed. But there was no snarl or intimating hiss. Master was tense, but made no move to threaten whatever it was.

But then the atmosphere became thick, and a buzzing stirred under his skin. The air itself seemed to vibrate, and his hair stood up on end.

He dared to peek out from under his curved claws. Nothing. Then he saw it.

A shadow in the distance, blocking out sunbeams and glints from under the trees, moved slowly through the forest. It was hard to tell the size of the thing; it could even be bigger than Master for all he knew.

It lumbered like no beast he had ever seen before.

Master relaxed; his head coming to rest between his legs again.

He wanted to ask, but Master had ordered him quiet and the creature was still there. Looking at it gave him a headache, so he turned away.

River waited and waited, and after what felt like forever:

“It is gone,” rumbled Noct, “you may come out.”

River stepped out from the heat and into the sun. The breeze was nice on his face, and the birds were singing again.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Oh, it was only a Thing of the Woods.” Huh?

“Thing of the Woods?” Noct cracked an eye open.

“Have you not heard of the Things? They are in the sea, deep in mountains, skies, forests. Harmless. Spirits of the great nature. Distant parents of all things some say.”

“Never heard of them.”

Noct tutted, and with a whoosh of smoke he was small again. He pulled River into his lap. 

“You humans are silly creatures,” he said. He began to purr, and he flopped on his back into the dirt and tugged River along to lie on his chest.

“It is a beautiful day. Nap with me,” he commanded.

"Yes, Master."

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[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, December 9th, 2024.

Do you use the Oxford Comma? I do.

Do you enjoy baking? if so, what’s the last thing you made? I had a very occasional interest in the past, lost it for a few years, and recently got back into it. The last thing I made was a simple box mix spice cake (upon my dad's request), but over the past month and a half, I've also made an Oreo coffee cake, creamy cashew turtle pie, pecan pie, cream cheese brownie pie, berry bourbon tart, carrot cake, and a pumpkin pie (plus a red velvet cake, but that was another box mix).

How much are gas prices in your part of the world? Lol damn I just stopped for gas on the way home and didn't bother to look at the prices, but probably somewhere around $2.90-2.95.

What are your favorite activities when the weather warms up? Complaining about it. Not a fan of anything over 70*F.

How many objects around you are purple? There's a giant stuffed purple gorilla on the bean bag in my alcove. His name is Gilbert Grape. ;D

Do you enjoy gardening? I used to.

Do you have any stories about bad weather you’ve experienced? Not reeeally. There was the blizzard within the first couple of years of moving to Colorado. That time our basement flooded that I barely remember. A thunderstorm that caused our trampoline to impale itself on our backyard fence. One autumn day a few years ago with 80+mph winds that was rather surreal. It was also pretty intensely rainy during late spring of 2023. I've never been through anything like a hurricane, tornado, or earthquake, though.

Are you a playlist making type of person, or do you just shuffle all your songs? I'm more of a "listen to the radio" type of person. I'll also occasionally pick out specific songs to listen to on Youtube or put on something like a classical mix.

What are your favorite type of rocks? Maybe something like quartz because I can venture out to the prairies and find some rather easily.

Let’s say you would make great money doing so… would you ever be a beekeeper? I have absolutely no expertise and wouldn't consider it a passion of mine, so probably not. Even though I wouldn't make a lot of money, I would much rather work at the animal shelter where I currently volunteer. Of course I hope to make enough to get by, but it's not really about the money for me. It's about what I love doing and can picture myself doing for the rest of my life.

Do you have any concerts you’re planning on attending? No.

Would reading minds really be a good super power? or just stressful? That sounds like a nightmare. As much as I might wonder what other people think of me, I don't actually want to know their raw, unfiltered thoughts. Plus, even if it was just some random person whose mind I was reading, that's a lot of useless noise and clutter I don't need in my own already over-crowded and over-stressed brain.

March 8th is International Women’s day! Who are some inspiring women in your life? My therapist and some of the women at the animal shelter.

Do you think corn belongs in a stir fry or should it be left out? Corn belongs wherever you want it to belong. Don't let anyone get in the way of your dreams.

If you had to choose only 1 thing to eat for 1 month… what would it be? Ughghgh.

Do you enjoy amusement park rides or are you more into the food like me? At this point in my life, probably neither.

When was the last time you went on a nice, relaxing walk? I went on a hike with my dad in late October.

Have you ever had to crawl through your windows because you locked yourself outside? No.

Are you a country music fan? I guess you could say that. Not a huge fan, but I do generally enjoy it.

Do you have the cilantro ‘tastes like soap’ gene? or do you enjoy it? I like it in small quantities, but it does start to taste soapy if there's too much of it.

Do you enjoy iced coffees and lattes? What is your typical coffee order? Yeah. Can't really say I have a typical order, though.

If given the opportunity, would you record a song? What artist would you collab with? Maybe…? I'm not a great singer and can't imagine anyone would want to collab with me, but…cool, okay.

Do you believe in an afterlife? Torn between the concept of consciousness arising from matter versus consciousness being something "universal" and we're more like antenna receivers. If it's the former, then no - I think you just die and that's it. But if it's the latter, then "you" would be more like a temporary illusion or phenomenon returning to a greater whole. I guess you wouldn't really have an afterlife in that case either because you'd just be a drop returning to a cosmic ocean that already "always" existed... Guess I'll find out when I die!

Do you think there is 1 true God and the others are fake or what are your thoughts on religion altogether? Many religions have a very similar concept of a Creator God. Some of the details might vary, but the general understanding is pretty consistent. I don't really have any coherent thoughts on religion as a whole.

Have you ever had any unusual pets? Would you ever want one? No and no.

How often do you consume pizza? What is your go-to pizza place and order? Maybe a few times a year. Sometimes we get frozen pizzas from the store, sometimes we order Dominos, and sometimes we go somewhere like Pizza Ranch (which is a pizza / buffet place in town).

Do you remember the feather in hair trend? Did you like that or ever partake in it? Kinda. I never participated in it.

Do you think Daylight Savings Time should be a thing? I haaate jumping forward. It takes me a while to adjust to that time change. Jumping back isn't as bad.

Have you ever watched Dragon Tales? What was your most watched show as a child? I think I've seen a few episodes. I've listed the shows I watched so many times now.

If you had to get a tattoo of lyrics or a quote, what would it be? I already have lyrical tattoos, but if we're talking about a brand new one, then although I wouldn't actually do this, the first quote that came to mind was, "I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself." ― Friedrich Nietzsche.

Do you have any tattoos or piercings? Snakebites and several tattoos.

If you’re interested in astrology… what are your big 3? (sun, moon, rising) Pisces sun, Cancer moon, Sagittarius rising.

What do you consider to be red flags in a person? Lol fvck people in general. None of them are free from flags.

What is a simple thing you cannot do? Like, I can’t whistle for example. I can't wink or snap my fingers.

What do you think of leaving Christmas trees up year-round and decorating them for different holidays? Do whatever you want. It's not hurting anyone, so who cares.

Do you like carpet or do you think it should be a thing of the past? I don't like carpet. I don't think it should necessarily be a thing of the past, but personally, I will try to avoid it in any of my future living spaces.

Are seasonal allergies bothering you as well or are you a truly blessed human with no allergies? Sometimes I get seasonal allergies. Mostly in late summer / early autumn.

What is the scent of the last candle you lit? Evergreen.

Would you rather give up bread or cheese for the rest of your life? Can I just give up my life instead.

Another question that got me thinking.. are there more doors or wheels in the world? According to Google's AI overview… "According to most estimations, there are likely more doors than wheels on Earth, as there are significantly more buildings with multiple doors than there are vehicles with wheels, even considering that most vehicles have multiple wheels per door."

Are there any bands or artists you think get too much hate? Idk.

Free groceries for one year or free gas for one year? Which would you choose? Free groceries.

What is your favorite body of water? ocean, lakes, ponds… etc. Are we counting the beach in the ocean answer or just wide-open water? Because if beaches count, then I might go with that.

final question… How are you doing? feel free to rant and let it all out. So apparently Kristen and River really don't like Liv…? Showed up to cattery this morning. Kristen and River came in. One of them asked if Liv was coming in as well and the other said, "Ugh, I hope not." Then Kristen said something like, "I'll just leave." And River was like, "You'd leave me here alone with her?!" I joked about River being stuck with me / me being stuck with her, but…??? Wtf, why y'all hatin' on Liv??? And then Liv shows up and everyone's all nicey-nice and joking around with each other and seriously, people are so fvcking fake. I guess I can be fake too, but damn. Who needs enemies when you have coworkers. Can't trust a damn soul. Makes me question any positive interaction I "think" I'm having with another person.

[love3velyn]

Spring Reset 🌷💌🌿🧸

Hello everyone! The past few months have been difficult since I moved to university. I've been feeling so run down and not myself recently but spring is a time for new beginnings! I'm back home for the easter holidays so I'm looking forward to spending the next few weeks relaxing and taking things slowly. I wanted to share a few ways I plan to spend some time on myself and reset for spring!

Spend time in nature

Spring is such a beautiful time, with daffodils appearing and trees blossoming. With the weather warming up it is the perfect time to take a gentle walk or ride your bike. Even spending time in a park or your garden can make all the difference on your mood.

Reading

I find getting involved in a story is such a lovely way to unwind from daily stresses. Recently I've been reading the Once Upon a Broken Heart series and I've been loving it so far! I also enjoy reading self-help books to get out of a rut and feel motivated again. Atomic Habits has been my current read and it's helping me plan new routines.

Set/check in on goals

Take this time off to reflect on how the year has been going so far, have you been keeping up with your New Year's resolutions? if not don't worry it's the perfect time to set new goals. It's never too late! Taking time out to slow down and reflect can be so helpful to realign yourself with who you want to be. I like journaling prompts and watching goal-setting videos on YouTube to help guide and motivate me!

Create a vision board

Following on from the last suggestion, creating a vision board is a lovely way to check your goals and create a vision of your dream life. I think it's such a fun and creative way to motivate yourself! I like to use Canva and Pinterest for my vision boards and I will look for quotes or pictures that I feel represent how I want my year to go. I find being very intentional about what you include makes them more meaningful. This year I am trying to make one for each season.

Plan quality time with family and friends

Since moving to university I have treasured time with my friends and family even more. This easter I am making time for my loved ones and catching up with old friends. Some of my favourite plans are watching a film/series together, playing board games or going on a walk. Taking time away from screens to properly catch up can be so important to show how much you care. If you are far away from friends or family arranging a call, sending a letter or playing a game online can be just as thoughtful! I would recommend Stardew Valley to anyone looking for a cosy spring game to play with friends.

Re-arrange/ decorate your room

A spring clean can be a lovely way to refresh your environment and feel motivated again. Life can be so busy that we forget to take care of our environment too. Taking out some time to declutter or rearrange your space can be so nice and give a new sense of energy to your room without having to spend lots of money.

Reset my sleep routine

I have some bad sleeping habits I've picked up over the school year so each night I am gradually pushing forward when I go to sleep and when I wake up by half an hour to gently get back to sleeping at a reasonable time.

Take time for yourself

It's important to remember that a holiday is there for a reason! It is so important to have time to relax and do whatever you enjoy, whether having a lay-in, a movie night or playing video games! Not everything you do needs to be productive and having downtime can bring so many benefits like reducing stress and making you more productive when you start working again.

I hope this post could give you some ideas for your own spring reset and I hope you have a lovely easter!

Love, Evelyn x

[pjmsneverland]

Said Dearest

Warnings: minors dni (mention of drugs, high!jk, Jiminxreader (they’re dating), taekook, fluff, drugdealer!Tae (if I missed anything let me know). Wc: 4.1k

The weather is rainy and cold. The time changes, shifting your biological clock while you drag through work, school, and your social life; too busy to even acknowledge your birthday creeping up on you. It feels like you are carrying a weight on your shoulders each morning; a guilt you couldn’t shake even if it wasn’t yours to keep. Your boyfriend is not sparing you the festivities as he’s mentioning your special day at every possible moment which was nice. The last time your birthday had been this exciting was when you were turning thirteen.

“You okay?” Jimin would ask while holding you in his arms while a movie played on the screen.

“Yeah, just tired is all.” You sigh.

He leaves it there not wanting to prod or ruin the moment of peace, memorizing his plans for the following day when he calls Jungkook while he goes over the guest list for your surprise party.

“Hello?”

“Clear your schedule, we are planning a party for Y/n.”

The younger boy looks away from his computer screen, taking the phone off of speaker to press it to his ear with a stoned face.

“Does she know?”

“Now where’s the fun in that? Are you gonna help me be a good boyfriend or not?”

Sure he knew you two went out on a date last he heard but he was not aware of how far well you two were getting along and hearing it from him causes a pang of betrayal to surface in his chest. He pushes it aside remembering that his friend is on the line waiting for an answer.

He clears his throat “Totally. What’s the plan?”

-

You trudge up the stairs exhausted from the long day at work but you keep in your mind that the weekend is here for comfort.

Your phone is squished in the pocket of your purse knowing that looking at the screen will send you into a spiral; even with your birthday near you felt not an ounce of strength in you to acknowledge it nevermind celebrate it.

Pushing the key into your lock you push the door open and shut the door before laying on the floor of your apartment feeling exhaustion take over your whole body. Letting your mind wander, you think about Jungkook and the last encounter you had with him a month ago. You imagine he’s planning a party tonight with the week end rolling in and all or maybe he’s planning on saving himself the cleanup and visiting a club to blackout in instead.

Your eyes shut as you groan at the feeling of a resurfacing headache as you attempt to coax yourself to relax and rid the thought from your psyche. Vibrations from your phone have you perking up to rummage through your bag to lazily tap the green button without looking at the name.

“Hello.”

“Hey beautiful.”

Your mood smoothes over immediately at the sound of Jimin’s voice coming through the speakers as you prop yourself up so you’re able to sound like you weren’t on the verge of passing out on your apartment floor.

“Hey.”

“Can you get pretty for me in say thirty minutes?”

Your head tilts in confusion.

“What are you planning, Park?” You stand up from your previous spot on the floor and trail over to your boudoir.

He laughs in response to your suspicious tone.

“I left you something in your closet a few days ago so put that on and I’ll be by to pick you up when you’re done. How’s that sound?”

Unable to deny the man’s charms, you agree with a slow nod as you begin to strip yourself of clothing before realizing he can’t see you.

“Yeah. See you when you get here, honey.”

It takes you half an hour to shower and slip on the dress he left for you in the closet but you figure he’ll take his sweet time coming up the elevator to come get you as you spray at your hair and apply another layer of lip gloss not before spritzing a perfume Jimin gifted you a few weeks ago. He felt like a dream or a scene out of a movie. He seemed like he really did like you aside from the parts of you that every other boy wanted to indulge in and disappear. He was one of the only men you could truly be yourself in front of without the need of trying to hide the ugly parts of yourself like how you self-isolated to punish yourself for something you did wrong in your week or in that one month of last year. It was only ever like that with Jungkook. Pausing in your action of fixing your stockings you look up into the mirror with wide eyes at the thought of him and just then the door of your apartment clicks open. Taps of Jimin’s heeled dress shoes letting his presence be known.

He stands at your bedroom door and smiles at you as you step into your heels. Eyes still on you as he remains wordless in his observing of your form.

“Is it what you imagined?”

His brow raises.

“You’re more than anything I could’ve ever imagined darling.” He steps closer to you to rest his hand on your cheek as your heart soars in your chest and you fight to act unphased. It’s not fair that you like someone this much and you haven’t worked hard enough for someone to treat you this well.

“I meant the dress sweetie.” You tease, looking up into his eyes while laughing.

To deflect from your victory he goes in for a kiss that you accept. His touches are always so sweet with no traces of malice. He made loving you look like it wasn’t hard.

“You ready?” He asks slowly when he pulls away.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He shakes his head mischievously before taking you by the hand and walking you out of your apartment down to the car and opening the passengers door for you. It’s silent most of the car ride but his hand that is not busy steering the wheel lays on your thigh caressing the stocking clad skin gingerly as your excitement heightens at what he has planned for the night.

After what feels like ages he turns into a parking garage and makes turns until he reaches the top floor.

“Jimin, are you secretly planning to murder me?”

He chuckles as he backs into a parking slot.

“Now I should be asking you that.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans in to land a quick peck on your lips, giving you butterflies as you giggle wordlessly.

“Me? I’m harmless.”

He shakes his head, reaching into his back pocket to pull out what looks to be black silk cloth.

“Turn around.”

You obey his command, turning so he can tie a firm knot as he blindfolds you.

“There.” He says in accomplishment before you hear him step out of the car and run around to your side and take your hands to help you up. He shuts the car door behind you and you feel his hands hold onto your waist gently as he instructs you to step forward.

“What if I hit into something?” You panic.

“I’ve got you baby.” Jimin says, comforting you by caressing your waist as you get more comfortable to take bigger steps.

“Almost there babe, you’re doing good.” You take a few more steps forward, heels clacking with each step and your tummy flips in anticipation at what your beautiful boyfriend has planned for you.

“Okay beautiful. Stop right here.”

You come to a halt as you feel the silk material loosen from your eyes and it drops to show beautiful fairy lights hung to lay above the table as well as all your friends that shout a “Surprise!”

“Aww no! You didn’t have to-guys!” You spot your best girl friends you haven’t seen in a while smile widely at your teary eyed reaction.

The two taller girls run towards you and coddle you in a long hug as you back away to take in the sight of them.

“You guys look gorgeous oh my god!”

The night goes beautifully as you catch up with your friends and sip on champagne. Jimin periodically chimes in and your friends congratulate you on the new found relationship.

“So do you love him or?” Your friend, Sky, whispers as your heart drops to your ass at the question.

You ponder before you answer. Jimin is really sweet to you but he’s always been a nice guy even in terms of friendship but you didn’t want to rush into saying the word just yet.

“I really like him. He’s set all this up for my birthday. You know how I am about not doing anything for my birthday.”

Your friends nod, taking in the sight of you after not seeing you for so long.

“You know after everything I’m surprised you didn’t end up with Jungkook.”

“What? Did everyone know about that except for me?”

Sky and Paige spent all of high school watching the two of you go through the awkward stage of your friendship to what it is now. The parties, the granting of a key when you landed your first apartment which made them side eye you, but you saw it as a safety measure if anything.

Your friend, Paige, rolls her eyes.

“You can be a little oblivious, hon but hey Jimin’s a cutie and if he treats you right that’s great!”

You nod with a grin, thinking of their words before you hear Sky speak.

“Speak of the devil.”

You turn to see Jungkook decked out in a gray suit as earrings decorate his ears and his newly black strands are slicked black. The wind knocks out of you at the sight of him leaning down to look at you, the starry look in his eyes never falters when he flashes a smile at you.

“Hey pretty!” He beams, throwing a wink at you before peering over at you friends who greet him with a curt handshake.

“I’m gonna steal the birthday girl for a sec.” His hand is out for you to take and you slowly let your hand fall into his cautiously. He leads you away from the crowd and gives you a smile.

“You look amazing.”

The compliment makes the alarms in your head go off but you blush at his words nonetheless.

“Thanks for coming and thank you, that's sweet.”

Silence hangs in the air for a moment and you look away from his gaze to peer over at an excited Jimin who speaks to your friends.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” His hand reaches over to put a strand of hair behind your ears. His touch leaves your skin burning in his presence. What is going on with you? Reaching into his suit pocket he pulls out a pink velvety box.

“Bought you a present. Saw you eyeing it at the mall a few times.”

“Jungkook, you didn’t-”

“-but I did. Always will when it comes to you.”

Opening the box promptly he pulls out the sparkly diamond bracelet that has the lightest tinge of pink on it as you spot a piece dangling from it.

“It’s your initial. May I?” He gestures toward your wrist, asking if he could clasp it on and you let him.

Tattooed digits carefully decorating your wrist with the diamonds.

You can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thank you so much. I didn’t think you’d show up because I thought you were mad at me.” You ramble on. He can hear that you’re on the verge of tears by your shaky voice while his hand caresses your back.

“I’m not mad, dearest and fuck me if I was. It’s your birthday and all the other shit doesn’t matter.”

He’s trying his best to be respectful as a best friend who has feelings for you but he can’t help but feel like everything he says is coated in intimacy. There’s nothing you can do to scare him away. He’s going to be here to watch all the huge things that are going to happen for you. He knows friends drift apart but he won’t let it happen with you.

“Love you.” You whisper against his ear.

Jimin deserves better than a girl who has a weird attachment towards her best friend. It isn’t fair for him to do all this for you while you’re crying in another man's arms.

“I love you too. Always.”

He’s careful in the way he holds you. He’s not a bad person. He may not be perfect but he would never disrespect you and his friend’s relationship.

“Happy birthday, Dearest.”

You finally pull away and wipe your eyes.

“I wanna go take shots. Join me?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

The timing is perfect because as you walk out you see Sky and Jimin carrying over a huge cake with candles beautifully lit upon it. They set the cake down on the table and Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and shoulder sweetly before everyone gathers around to sing happy birthday to you. Your best friend feels his stomach sink at the sight of you together. He’s never seen Jimin like that before with anyone else. Jungkook tries to let the happiness for you overshadow his jealousy. He’s a good friend. His behavior towards you has been puerile and he told himself after that last kiss that he would let the thought of ever having you shrivel up and die.

“….happy birthday to you.”

You lean over to blow your candles as you clap in glee. A smile that spreads out from ear to ear graces your face as your equally beautiful boyfriend brings his lips to yours and your group of friends look at the two of you in admiration, but all Jungkook feels manifesting in his chest is envy.

-

“Don’t be a pussy, Kim.” Jungkook teases as he sits in the section of the nightclub secluded from the crowd of people on the main floor. The crystals of white piles on the table are evident as each person takes turns consuming it in the way they like.

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook’s intoxicated state. The boy didn’t know when to stop and he didn’t think he would hear from him again after the last time he’d sold to him which according to Yoongi didn’t end well but who was he to deny the extra cash?

“I’ve had enough. After this line I’m calling you an Uber.”

The younger man rolls his eyes at this before passionately snorting another line, sighing at the burn in his nostrils as he leans back on the cushion of the sectional.

“Ugh you used to be fun!” Jungkook slurs, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the high approaching.

“Your friends aren’t gonna cuss me out over you anymore. Yoongi is gonna have my fuckin head if he sees you like this.”

Taehyung’s words bring the thought of you to his mind. How happy you looked at your birthday party a week ago and how good you and Jimin looked together.

“You know yn’s with Jimin now? They look good together!”

Taehyung glares at the boy. What a trope. Jungkook not getting the girl he fawns over is quite the opposite of what he was expecting but from what he had heard and observed about you when seeing you at all the parties the boy threw it made sense. The way you kept a close eye on him each time he looked like he was indulging a little too much while you nursed the same drink all night.

Yes, Jungkook dabbled in hard drugs but Taehyung thought he knew how to control himself. This was him coping with the fact that you found someone else and left him on the sideline to watch as a friend and only that.

Taehyung excuses himself and Jungkook from the section before walking him through the club to the exit where the vehicle waits for him.

“Go home and get some rest and call me when you wake up. Keep this up and I won’t sell a single fucking gram to you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and opens the door and climbs into the backseat, going to close the door when Taehyung grabs it.

“I mean it.”

“I heard you bro! Calm the fuck down.”

Taehyung nods and shuts the car door firmly, bidding the driver a goodnight before watching it speed away.

-

The Uber takes Jungkook home and the first thing he wants to do when he gets home is take himself to bed but he sees your house key dangling from his key hanger and before his further judgment can take over he’s pulling his shoes back on and trailing over to yours.

The walk doesn’t take long and before Jungkook knows it he’s staring at your door.

It’s 1am and there’s a chance you’re asleep so he doesn’t knock. He simply lets himself in with his key and closes your door behind him, kicking his shoes off before footsteps make him look up to see your groggy form staring back at him.

“Oh-hey Kook.”

The air knocks out of Jungkook at the sight of you in a sports bra, sweats and your pink satin bonnet.

He clears his throat. “H-hey.”

You tilt your head at his appearance, walking closer to get a better look at him. Your hands reach over to his face feeling how warm he is to the touch and the way his nose is red and his pupils are dilated. He leans down a bit to give your shorter form an easier time examining him until your tear your hands off of him.

“..and you’re high.”

“N-no I just really wanted to see you.”

Your brow quirks up at him as you cross your arms.

“So you’re not high?”

“I am but I wanted to see you.” Jungkook giggles toward the end of his rebuttal and you scoff, walking to your kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Jungkook crosses the threshold and leans on the counter behind you.

“The full story is I was at the club with Tae where I did said drugs and then he got me an Uber to mine, then when I got there I was like ‘I miss yn!’ so I walked over here.”

“You walked? That’s not safe-what if you blacked out in a random alleyway or something?” You turn to look up at him. Water bottle long forgotten as you slam it on the counter.

“But I didn’t, baby. I’m here.” He counters with a look of satisfaction coating his features.

“I won’t lecture you any longer. I just worry is all.”

Jungkook nods, looking at you intently. It’s like you get prettier every time he sees you. You’re a little pale from the winter but your skin looks so soft and your cheeks are so round and- God damn you Jimin.

“I know and I’m sorry for making you.”

“You know this relationship is so funny because I can’t get angry at you anymore. All I can do is tell you that you are actively participating in your downfall.”

Your words cause a pit in his stomach and he knows there’s nothing he can say that will make you wrong. He isn’t being smart with the way he is choosing to handle his life. He just knows he can feel you drifting with every lecture, word, and argument.

“I don’t want to bury my best friend cuz he overdosed on fentanyl.” You say it so quietly that he nearly misses it. You can’t look at him while you say it so you choose to look down at the tiled floor.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Your voice breaks and he knows you’re about to cry.

Fuck. No. That’s not what he came here for. He thought you’d be asleep and he’d only planned to black out on the couch. He knows why he’s doing this but he can’t tell you that or lie to your face.

“Is it because of me?” You finally meet his eyes desperate for the answer.

“I don’t want to lie to you.”

“So don’t.”

“I’m just a little jealous but I’ll get over it.” He grumbles.

Jimin’s good. He’s a safe pick and you both share similar qualities while also being polar opposites. He likes parties on the weekend, you’ll tag along but on the days you can help it you’d rather stay home or drive into the city for a movie. He brings out the extrovert in you and overall makes you happier. You enjoy parties if he’s around and the movie seems to have deeper meaning when he watches with you.

“Was it the party?”

“It was.”

You feel the guilt boiling in your core.

“So what do you want me to do?”

He laughs. “I can’t dictate your life because I have a crush on you.”

You want to tell him he’s been dictating it since the day he turned to drugs and started having parties every week instead of talking it out with a professional or getting help.

“Would it be any better if I liked you back?”

He’s stunned, shaking his head to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Would you still be snorting coke at 1am if I loved you back?”

“Don’t tease me with that question.”

“I’m genuinely curious because if that’s the case consider me and Jimin done.”

“B-but that’s not fair to Jimin-”

“We broke up.”

“But you two are perfect together-” He attempts to defend.

“-and yet you’ve got a key to my apartment and you got me a crazy expensive birthday gift and you kissed me on that floor right there a month ago.”

Your finger points at the floor in your living room.

“Jimin deserves better than someone who’s obviously hung up on their best friend.” You shake your head.

“You got what you wanted. You didn’t want me with him anyway.”

“All of that is true but what does that mean for us?”

“It means I give you a chance. We give us a really good try.”

Jungkook reaches out to touch you but you pull away.

“We start when you’re sober. Goodnight, Dearest.” You land a quick kiss on his cheek before walking over to your room and leaving Jungkook to situate himself on the couch.

-

Jungkook is knocked out on his back when he wakes up to the feeling of warmth on his head and a weight on his thighs. His heavy eyelids open to the sight of you caressing his face with the pad of your thumb.

“Morning-or afternoon really.” You chuckle.

“What-” he babbles at the sight of you on top of him.

You’re frivolous with the way you let your hands linger on him as you tilt your head as you observe his groggy face.

“You okay? Feeling sick?”

“No, I'm fine. Just-” He looks down at you straddling him as a way to articulate his feelings.

“Oh right-”

You go to move but he stops you with a hand on your thigh.

“Stay.”

He sits up with a groan, resting his large hands on your waist and resting his head on the swell of your chest as your automatic response is to put your hand on his head feeling the prickles of his undercut as you play with the tendrils atop his head. You are taken back to the night you told him you liked Jimin and it was there you realized his feelings towards you. It’s not like the thought of being with Jungkook never crossed your mind. He was your first real crush but he was also everybody else’s and you didn’t want to be a part of that rat race so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

Pivot and distract yourself. Perhaps you and Jungkook weren’t all that different.

“What are you thinking about?” He breaks the silence.

“How if you ever show up at my door coked up again I’m breaking up with you.”

Laughter rings through him at your comment, hands slithering down to your ass testing the waters that is you.

“You have my word, Dearest.” He says cutely.

And it makes you smile.

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP TRADE WITH @sugutoad . . . . . . . 100% COMPLETED !!

A/N: Hello hello!! I’m so happy to do yet another (and another, another, and another, and—) matchup exchange with you!! it’s always so fun doing them with ya! :D i hope you enjoy these and deepest apologies for not completing on time… I’ve been super busy with tests haha.

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH… YUKICHI FUKUZAWA !!

REASONINGS

first of all don’t think that I chose him because you mentioned that you somewhat liked him 😭 that’s not really the reason, i have considered some others but when I saw you added him I decided to give it more thinking and the pairing just makes more sense!

I personally feel like he would vibe with you entirely mostly because of how much you remind him of a leader you are, just like him. i feel like he would have you as an assistant of some sort, it just feels right.

FIRST MEETING

As I said before, you were already working beside him at the agency, but when he first met you… you were kind of just a normal person along with everyone else, the reason he took interest with you being an assistant was because of how intelligent you are even though you think everything is right (sometimes your not, but that’s totally ok! he doesn’t care…).

While you were working for him you guys became good friends! you weren’t chaotic or causing somewhat trouble, he liked talking with you and you guys almost never have any sort of disagreements with each other haha.

He’s always with you at your side no matter what! you’ll never have to repeat things at all, you guys just understand each other so much…

WHO REALIZED FEELINGS FIRST

Most likely you did, and then later on (not too long) fukuzawa gained feelings. there was just something different about you… in a good way, but he can’t really tell…

Why does he wanna touch your hair all of a sudden or why does he wanna look into those hazel eyes forever? then he realizes he’s fallen in love, which he tried to avoid for some time but it gets to him and he really needs to tell you… but he’s somewhat anxious about it…

What if you reject him? What if you don’t feel the same for him? What will happen after if it happens? Well, in that case, you’ll see…

CONFESSION

After some time of trying not to get too anxious and try’s to get everything perfect for you then he confesses to you.

He tells you to meet him at a park, where it’s empty that day in a few hours, but your probably wondering why he wants to meet with you somewhere else all of a sudden… did you do something wrong? are you gonna get fired??

Nope, none of them were the case, he somewhat very calmly told you his feelings for you, how he’s been wanted to tell you for so long but he wasn’t able to do that since he was too anxious which he didn’t like admitting too much, but after he confessed you jumped up to kiss him! and then he kissed ya back and now you guys are now officially together. :D

FIRST DATE / DATES

Same with yours, he would want a relaxing date as well, but he would also enjoy taking you out somewhere very nice and fancy but not with too many people.

He’ll literally buy you anything you want, when you guys start having dates he’ll always go a little bit over the top, but who really cares ?

He will take you to an amusement park if you’d like, it’s not exactly his cup of tea really? but if it’s for you… he’ll go anytime, and while your there you guys will eat a lot of snacks and go on rides you want :)

OVERALL RELATIONSHIP HC’S

This relationship is super cute and very successful omg.

When you guys are at home together you guys are always watching movies, anime, murder mystery’s or baking together! you guys also take a lot of walks around places when it’s the perfect weather.

you guys pretty much just relax with each other, being able to soak in each others love you have for another.

He’s very supportive of your decisions and will sometimes (it depends on what it is) help you try to achieve your dreams!

All in all, your relationship together is super sweet, like a perfect cookie that just came out of the oven fresh! :D

[ubervillez]

Central Park East 1/3 A wonderful place for people of all ages, Central Park East sports a playground and work out area - perfect for a nice relaxing day! Seasonal farmer's market every weekend! (Weather permitting) Part of the Belladonna Cove Park District.

A family friendly park with tons of activities for the little ones, medium ones and big ones. Yes I did copy @kayleigh-83's splash pad bar for bar. I just could not outdo the doer!

As always @plumbtales spectacular builds not only make it the hood of my dreams but the inspiration of where to plop my CC is entirely from them as well <333

[umichenginabroad]

Week 2: The trek to NZ

Hi everyone. Very excited to show you what I have in store from this past week.

I spent Tuesday and Wednesday doing some more exploring, making some new friends, and relaxing. I found a new favorite cafe nearby, an essential to my morning routine to begin my day and get some work done. On Tuesday night, I went to a bar located right next to the Sydney Opera house on the harbor with some mates.

During the day on Wednesday, I journeyed to the coast with my book, determined to find the best possible reading spot (maybe in the world). Here's what I settled with:

Not too shabby! However, on Thursday morning, dreams began to turn into reality. Three friends and I had been planning a trip to New Zealand during January for quite a while now (to take advantage of the nice weather and single online class we all are taking). At 3:30am on Thursday, these dreams finally began to come to fruition, and we set off to the airport for our 6:00am flight to the city of Christchurch in the South Island of New Zealand.

Upon landing, the combination of the early wakeup and melancholy weather left us pretty exhausted as we began the trip from Christchurch to our first stop, Lake Tekapo. However, once we were about 15 minutes from our hostel, one of the most memorable moments of the trip thus far occurred: The clouds began to part and the sun peeked through in an almost heavenly fashion, foreshadowing the beginning of a great trip to come. We finally arrived at around 8:00pm, and the sun was still shining as if it was four in the afternoon back in Michigan! The tiny town of Lake Tekapo has a population of under 600 people and is the only town situated on the lake, leaving the rest to natural beauty.

On Friday, we eagerly hopped out of bed, made some breakfast, and set out to conquer our first hike: Mount John. At the top, we were provided with some of the most stunning views I have ever seen of Lake Tekapo and the surrounding mountains.

After completing the hike and making some sandwiches for lunch, we spent the afternoon kayaking. Never before have I seen such glistening, turquoise water!

After this, I took my first online quiz (no I didn't forget about school). Got a 90%! (read that again mom).

We finished the day off with a bonfire, smores, and stargazing at the lake. Great vibes all around!

Saturday began with an early wakeup and a quick drive over to Mount Cook National Park along the stunning Lake Pukaki. Mount Cook's contrasting colors, snow-capped glaciers, and overall interesting topography made for some awesome hikes and pictures.

We then continued our journey in the afternoon to our next stop: Wanaka. Wanaka is a much larger, populated town with some fun stores and restaurants located on Lake Wanaka. We spent the evening just chilling out, making dinner, and soaking in the new scenery. We were also preparing for the earliest wake-up of the trip, as we planned to hike the infamous Roy's Peak for the sunrise the following morning. At 3:00am on Sunday, we strapped on our headlamps and embarked on what would be a quite grueling journey to the top. To put it in perspective, the All Trails app claims that roundtrip, the hike should take the average person 6 hours, meaning that getting to the top should take around 4 hours (since it's all uphill one way). We did it in under 2.

A friend we made along the way took this picture of us on the top!

Here are some more photos. Truly one of, if not the most insane thing I have ever seen.

Last but certainly not least, we jumped out of a plane. Enough said.

As I wrap this up, I would like to leave you with two thoughts: First of all, everyone who is able should visit New Zealand at some point in their life. I could not encourage it more. It is truly a spectacle of the world, and the untouched natural beauty is second to none anywhere. Secondly, and on a similar note, recently I have felt that being surrounded by such beauty has strengthened my connection and appreciation of nature. Taking the time to step outside and get some fresh air whenever you can is important to your health. We must care for the earth so it will continue to care for us and provide us with such spectacles to explore.

Thanks for reading, Go Blue, and see you next week!

Sam Goldman

Industrial and Operations Engineering

UNSW Sydney

[mionemymind]

Chapter 9: The Truth

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: The after effects of the attack on New York have changed everything for the Avengers, Wanda, and Y/n. 

A/n: I have managed to write this all within one day. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but please let me know your thoughts love :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fighting, Hydra, Blood, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Curse Words

Word Count: 4.9k

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Covered in ash, dirt, and dried-up blood, Steve was a walking disaster as he paced through the hospital waiting room. Well, if you would call it a hospital that is. It’s been less than an hour since the Avengers have controlled the fires in New York but the troubling news of Y/n and Wanda brought them to a halt.

They quickly rushed to the “hospital”, which was just an empty leased building before being revamped into a hospital for this emergency. The walls were made up of light green curtains. You couldn’t even separate the blood-curling screams from down the hall to the one next to you.

“Stop pacing Rogers. You’re making my head hurt,” Tony said as he sat next to his suit. He had managed to borrow one of the hospital’s tablets to see if there were any updates that could remotely be done to the tower. So far, no luck had been made to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y or power up the building in general. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he bit back.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha lightly elbowed him in the stomach to keep him hushed. Now was not the time to start fighting especially at a time like this. “Are you any closer to powering up the tower?” She asked. If Natasha was nervous, she sure as hell didn’t show it. While the assassin did have a similar beat-up look like Steve, her composure was almost too relaxed. However, if Steve cared to notice, he could quickly see how big of a lie that was but his mind was only focused on the two youngest Avengers.

On the other side of the building lied Wanda and Y/n. The only thing separating those two was the thin green curtain and the team of tired nurses and doctors that surrounded them. And while the two have been closer before, this was the first time in a while that they both slept peacefully by each other. It didn’t matter the circumstances of how they slept, but rather what they dreamt...and it was of each other.

“What do you think we would have been like if we lived normal lives?” It was a late afternoon on a sunny day in spring. Wanda and Y/n laid down in the grass under a tree that shadowed them from the sun. Today was one of their off days and seeing as the weather was nice, the two felt like it was a perfect time to go to the park.

“Well, we would obviously attend school.” Wanda was lying down on her back with a dandelion in her hand as Y/n laid on her side, using her left hand to support her head. “I can honestly see you as being the popular person or maybe even the President of some type of political club.”

“What makes you say that?” The soft breeze that covered them came once again, which blew the pappis away. The small frown on Wanda’s faced made it hard for Y/n to focus but she still responded, “You just have this powerful aura to you, Wanda. When you talk, people listen. But what you do better is how easy it is for us to believe you. That’s something not a lot of leaders can do.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be the next President of the United States,” Wanda replied jokingly. “I wish.” Wanda pushed Y/n back slightly as she laughed but all Y/n did was smile at the action. “But what about me? What do you think I would be like?”

Putting her finger to her chin, Wanda thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, without your powers, you are probably a film nerd at heart. Maybe just a nerd in general.”

“Hey! Now you’re just being mean.” Wanda rolled her eyes as she threw away the dandelion stem. She turned her head to face Y/n. There was this adoration in her eyes that quickly made Y/n blush. “Who cares. All I know is if anyone decides to mess with you, they’ll obviously have to go through me.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me the President of the political science club is going to come to my rescue?”

“Duh! I’ll probably yell at them or something. If not, I’m not afraid to get nasty.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“How’d you let them get away?” Fury said as he walked into the hospital that Y/n was at. The man was not in his finest hour. First, the mass destruction of New York city was blasting on the news. Reporters and anchors are not looking in favor for the heroes regardless of the actions they’ve taken to try and minimize the damage. Many were angry at the mere fact that this happened at all.

“Someone on their team had quickly teleported them to safety,” Carol stated. The girl has been feeling nothing but guilt for the past hour. Although she did save Wanda and Y/n, the state she had found them in only did worse for her thoughts. “Even if I did try to catch up to them, the lack of response from Wanda and Y/n meant something. I probably couldn’t have faced them alone if I tried.”

Before Fury could have walked any further into the building, Carol grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her. “Her ears were bleeding Nick...I think they did something to her head again.”

Wanda woke up with a slight headache, the dream vaguely on her mind. As she started to grasp her surroundings, she only grew more confused. “Where am I?” She thought. The loud beeping beside her combined with screams and loud thoughts overwhelmed Wanda. Feeling the need to get out, she quickly started to remove the various wires on her as the recent events caught up to her. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lay back down,” the nurse asked kindly.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wanda almost lost her balance as she stepped off her bed. She used the nurse in front of her to regain her balance, before walking out of her “room”. “Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again, please lay back down or I will have to get security.”

The threat was the last thing on Wanda’s mind. All she could focus on was finding Y/n. Using her powers, she closed her eyes and tried to sense where Y/n was. Considering the girl was right beside her, it didn’t take long for Wanda to find out.

Quickly walking over to the side of her room, Wanda pushed the curtain to the side but the sight in front of her made everything stop. There was Y/n, battered and bruised. There was drywall dust on her face along with dried-up blood. “Y/n,” Wanda whispered in disbelief. Much to Wanda’s dismay, Y/n didn’t respond. She remained unresponsive on the bed.

Reaching out to try and hold her hand, Wanda was pulled back by the same nurse. “Ma’am, please let the doctors and nurses do their jobs while you go back to your bed.” Wanda shrugged off her hand, her eyes glowing red as she said, “Don’t.”

Wanting to be by Y/n’s side, Wanda tried to walk towards her again but Steve’s voice made her stop. “Wanda.” Turning back around, Wanda first noticed just how beat up Steve was. His helmet was off which made Steve oddly look like a raccoon. If times were different, maybe Wanda would have laughed. Instead, she stormed out of the room, feeling more overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry about her ma’am,” Steve said with a courteous nod.

Wanda sat on the ledge of the roof. The slight breeze of the night was coursing past her as she mindlessly fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she developed after her parents’ death. It was during a harsher breeze that Wanda touched her forehead where the slight open injury was at. She had left the floor just moments ago and somehow her feet led her here. Although she knew that she needed someone to look at the injuries she sustained, her mind was focused elsewhere. It was plagued with thoughts about the girl that was still entrapped in a room full of doctors that had no clue how to treat her. Wanda knew it was wrong of her to read their minds, but she hoped that at least one of them at least knew where to start. Panic and anxiety filled the redhead’s body the more she realized that no one knew how to help Y/n. Soon, the room felt as if it was enclosing on her. Before Steve realized she was about to break down, she left to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

Wanda had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Carol leaning against the entrance of the roof. The blonde was only a couple of feet away from Wanda wearing black sweatpants and a shirt. The girl was wrapping up a mission when she saw the text from Y/n. Carol didn’t know whether the drop in her heart was from the fake feelings Memory Man had created or whether she genuinely cared about the girl’s wellbeing. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was Y/n’s safety.

Carol leaned up against the ledge while surveying the view. They were a foot away from each other but it didn’t take a mind reader to know that both girls were thinking about Y/n. Ironically enough, they each had their separate thoughts about how they failed to protect Y/n. For Wanda, she felt as if she was the sole reason that Y/n got hurt. If she had only conquered her abilities more, Y/n wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself again just to protect her. Not only that, but Wanda felt beyond frustrated with herself for being so frozen and paralyzed as the enemy hurt Y/n right in front of her eyes. There was nothing holding her back besides herself and that was something that will haunt her for a while. For Carol, she felt that if she were just a bit faster and maybe not a galaxy away, she would have reached them in time to help.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Wanda sidely glanced at Carol. The first thing she noticed was her attire. It didn’t take long for the dots to connect before she realized that it was Y/n’s clothes Carol was wearing. Wanda bit her tongue at the ounce of jealousy and resentment that decided to rise within her. This was no time to start arguments especially with the person that helped Y/n just in the nick of time. So Wanda had opted for a different but just as difficult route. “Thank you.”

Carol heard but decided to remain silent. Clearing her throat, Wanda continued, “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t found us.” Finally, the two made eye contact as Carol glanced at Wanda. “I’m only here for Y/n,” Carol deadpanned. Wanda choked at her words but still had a serious composure. They both looked back at the city but there was a more tense feeling in the air. Carol hadn’t cared if the words had hurt Wanda. What she cared for was Y/n. But the looming question in the back of her head was always if this was a genuine feeling or if it was forced. However, the way her heart overwhelmingly felt angered at the person beside her, she knew that at this time, the feeling was genuine.

Subconsciously, Wanda felt the emotions that leaked out of the blonde. She didn't need to go in her mind to realize that. It felt like Carol’s guard was down leading her aura to be seen. It had covered the area surrounding the two in such a suffocating manner that Wanda felt like she couldn’t breathe. The two most compelling emotions were the anger she held for her and the love she had for Y/n. As she cracked her knuckles, Carol muttered, “It is quite ridiculous the things Y/n continuously goes through for a team that can barely return the favor.”

“You don’t get to-”

“Now listen here. I don’t quite care much for your team. Frankly, y’all don’t deserve Y/n.” The two faced each other with such intensity that one wrong move could cause a fight with two of the galaxy’s most powerful superheroes. “But if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve Y/n.” Wanda’s fists clenched at Carol’s words. It took everything out of the redhead to not fling Carol out of New York, because how dare she accuse her of such atrocities.

“If I were you, I would stop where you’re at,” Wanda said threateningly. The spiral scarlet glow in her eyes only made Carol chuckle. “You know you’re not the only one with powers.” Carol’s fist glowed with the same intensity as Wanda’s eyes. But the threats were pointless as the two had stopped at the same time.

“You don’t see it but you should feel lucky Wanda.” Cocking her eyebrow, Wanda responded with, “And why is that?” The redhead remained in a defensive stance as she crossed her arms. Carol walked closer to her and placed her hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was still tense but it slightly faltered when she saw how serious Carol was. “There’s a girl out there that loves you even when her mind and heart tell her otherwise.” And with that, Carol left Wanda to herself.

The burning feeling in his legs shouldn’t have felt familiar but it did. It reminded him of the body that he held through New York’s streets. It reminded him of the blood all over his hands and clothes. It reminded him of that fateful night that he failed.

And as he stormed into the hospital with nobody in his hands, something in the way that the team looked made his blood drain. Before Bucky could ask about Y/n’s whereabouts, Beth had walked in. Seeing her familiar face caused Bucky to be slightly relaxed but still anxious about what she could possibly say.

“I have an update on Y/n’s health.” Carol had walked into the room and her attention immediately landed on Beth. “Tell us, Beth,” Fury said.

“As of right now, she will be fine. The doctors have her hooked up to a solution that is allowing her regeneration abilities to work. But-,” before Beth could finish her update, Tony had stood up and loudly commented, “- Great, now that we know Ms. Hydra is okay, can we get back to the real issue at hand?”

As Carol was about to advance to Tony, it was Beth’s words that made the room quiet. “Of course it would be the self-righteous billionaire that would talk shit.” Tony’s head snapped towards Beth. “Excuse me?!”

Beth glared back at Tony, not daring to back down. Her arms were crossed as she continued, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me, or is your ego too far high for you to actually listen?”

Walking towards Beth, Tony said, “Listen here you son of a-” Before Tony could get any closer to Beth, Bucky had used his arm to stop him. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Tony forcefully removed Bucky’s hand from his chest. He stepped away from Beth, not wanting to deal with what he thinks of as just some pathetic nurse.

“You know what the real issue is Tony - actually - all of you. It’s the fact that you seriously think of Y/n to be this villain.” Beth had let out a dark chuckle at the irony of the situation. “Or have you forgotten the shit you’ve ALL done? Let’s name them, shall we?”

“Beth-” Beth glared at Bucky. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation, because God was she so tired of them. “Tony, remember all the weapons that you’ve created for mass destruction and have yet to actually own up to the consequences of them?”

“I would stop there if I were you before-”

“Before what?!” Beth said as she threw her hands up. “Before you sue me?! Before you attack me?! Oh - that’s it, isn’t it? What are you gonna do? Kill me? Like how you did with Y/n?!” The room grew more silent as everyone besides Bucky and Beth digested her words. “It’s honestly sad how a bunch of adults has managed to push a KID to take their life away. All for what?! Because you thought she cheated on Wanda! News fucking flash - she didn’t even fucking cheat.”

“What?” Steve said. The shock of Beth’s words was still affecting him. “It was Memory Man. He had put fake memories in Y/n’s and mine’s heads. That was the whole reason we kissed - wait - did you not know about this?” The team was frozen while Carol and Fury impatiently waited for answers.

Not caring to wait for their pathetic excuses, Beth said, “It’s not like it matters what they have to say. They don’t even care for Y/n but for those that actually do. Right now we have no clue what her mind is going to be like. Memory Man has already given her enough damages before and considering we don’t know the full extent of his powers, we can only wait till she wakes up to see if she will actually be okay. Now if you don’t mind, I have a patient to take care of.”

Before Beth could leave, Bucky grabbed onto her arm. He gave her a look but Beth wasn’t having any of it. Ripping her arm from his grip, she stated, “Don’t Bucky. You know how much your family has hurt her. So don’t just stand there and act like they’re saints especially since you know how much Y/n needed you.”

It’s been a couple of days since the attack in New York and Y/n has since woken up. She has barely spoken to Beth, Bucky, Carol, or Fury. Although Estell’s presence would have been welcomed, Beth has yet to tell the girl the news of Estell’s death. Unfortunately, during the attack, she was shot and killed on sight by Hydra. The only reason Beth knew was from the long list of deaths she read on TV.

“We need to transport Y/n to a different location,” Fury said in a small meeting that consisted of only Bucky and Carol. “I agree. Since Hydra has managed to infiltrate the tower once, who knows when they’ll do it again.”

“That’s why a different country will do her better than here.” Fury sighed at the decision that was laid upon them. New locations will always be hard to adjust to but that wasn’t all of it. “Wanda will remain as Y/n’s guard.”

Abruptly standing from her chair, the loud screeched filled the room. “Are you serious?!” Fury’s expression didn’t change as Carol only grew with rage. “She could hardly take care of herself during the attack. What makes you think she could possibly take care of Y/n?”

“The girl was simply outnumbered. We all were.” Moving to get the file that was beside him, he slid it on the table. Bucky grabbed it and had started to silently read it. “But I need the both of you on the front lines. After what Beth has said, I need you two to make sure that the team is actually doing their job. They were supposed to have found out about Hydra’s plans before the attack, now I’m starting to think they didn’t even try.”

Carol was still angry at Fury’s decision to which he sighed. “You will know of Y/n’s location at all times. I will let her have a remote that when activated should send you a signal. Since you’re back on Earth, you’ll get to her in seconds.” Carol sat back down in her seat. Although she was still mad at Fury’s decision, she felt better knowing that Y/n could signal her for help.

“Now, I need you to say your goodbyes for now. Y/n leaves in an hour.”

Wanda stood in the foyer of the hanger as various agents loaded up the quinjet with materials that she and Y/n would need for the time they were gone. She was informed of the last-minute decision just moments ago by Fury himself.

“Please take care of her.”

The words echoed in her head as it had been the only time she’s seen Fury actually care deeply for somebody else. Before she could ponder more about it, Beth had interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. “Wanda?”

Turning around to the source of the sound, Wanda stood in front of a young blonde woman with intense eyes. “I’m Beth,” she said as she held out her hand. Wanda reluctantly shook it, not quite sure as to who this lady actually was. “I’m Y/n’s friend.”

“Great, another pretty girl I have to worry about,” Wanda thought. “Well, I’m also her nurse but I think she would consider me her friend as well.” Wanda stood awkwardly not really knowing how to respond.

Using this opportunity, Beth handed Wanda a bag full of medicine and vitamins. “I know this will be a lot to ask of you but could you please take care of Y/n?” There was no doubt in Wanda’s mind that this girl in front of her meant well. The nurturing feeling in her aura surrounded Wanda.

“That girl has been through a lot and I would know.” Confused by the intensity of her words, Wanda couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been her nurse for a while now.” This news only confused Wanda even more. “Was she injured before the attack?”

“What is it with you guys and not knowing a single thing about Y/n?” Beth thought. She started to get irritated at the thought of another Avenger hurting Y/n. She could only hope Wanda was different from the rest. However, Wanda heard Beth’s thoughts and said, “What do you know that I don’t?”

Beth scoffed at the question and replied, “The truth.” The simplicity of her answer made Wanda internally roll her eyes. Whether she admitted it or not, she had started to feel territorial over the fact somebody else knew Y/n better than her.

“Wanda let’s go!” Fury yelled from afar. The two looked over and saw Y/n hug Carol, Fury, and Bucky goodbye. Oddly enough, she looked emotionless when she did it. “Just please don’t fuck up again.” Wanda didn’t answer respond back to Beth because if she did, something bitchy would have probably left her mouth. Instead, she walked over and into the quinjet. She buckled into the seat closest to Y/n but the girl didn’t give any attention to Wanda. She remained silent and focused on her hands for the whole ride while Wanda thought more and more about what Beth meant.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.” Fury turned on the projector and the first image the was on the screen was New York on fire during the attack. “So far, we’ve received word that there have been 125 casualties and approximately around 500 critical injuries suffered from the attack.” Click.

“However, we face a bigger number when it comes to those that are currently missing. Estimating from 600 - 1000 people are found to be missing. And since we have efficiently cleared the rumble from the damages, our sources have found out how they’ve gone missing.” Click.

Footage of the event was playing but in the location of the subways. One by one, explosions could be seen in various parts of different train passages. It didn’t take long for Hydra soldiers to infiltrate the train systems but all camera footage cut to black. “Hydra has effectively taken hostages of those that were on the train during that night. They have used bombs to blast any chance of us going after them in these tunnels.”

“Is there a way to locate the subways?” Steve asked. “Since New York hardly invests in their transportation department, they are unable to track any of their subways. More than likely, Hydra has already disposed of them in case they were to be tracked.” Click.

“What we need is to figure out where these people have gone. This many hostages taken is something we cannot allow. And considering we have hardly been able to figure out their plans before the attack, I can only assume the worse when it comes to this.” Fury turned the projector off and continued his speech.

“Bucky and Carol will be removed from their current missions to assist the team with this situation. There will be absolutely no complaints about this. Any signs of lack of cooperation, I will gladly remove you and ban you from missions indefinitely.” Fury looked around the team once more and felt disgusted at the people he has to work with. Giving them no time to reply, he left the room not being able to stand the sight of them anymore.

Since they were dismissed, part of the team left in a hurry until it was down to three people. Tony was about to leave when Steve said, “Are you going to apologize to Y/n?” The question was genuine and serious because ever since that night, Steve had been unable to sleep. All he wished he could do was apologize to Y/n but the girl refused to see him. Unfortunately, he understood why.

“Why should I? It doesn’t change anything.” Steve stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “We killed her Tony.” Tony walked in front of Steve. “I didn’t do anything,” he sneered.

“Steve. Tony. We need to calm down,” Natasha said as she watched the two go at it. “Don’t act so mighty Natasha. I heard you bullied the girl too.” This comment caused Natasha’s jaw to harden. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?” Tony childishly asked. “Oh fuck off Tony. There you go again bringing other people down when you can hardly accept what you’ve done. YOU took away Y/n’s funds. She couldn’t even afford anything.”

“But you watched me do it, Rogers. You could have done something too yet you let it happen. So don’t patronize me. Nothing of what she said changes anything.” Tony quickly left the room as he felt himself explode in anger. This didn’t even surprise Steve anymore. He was tired of keeping the family together when it was clear now that it was meant to be apart.

“Here we are,” Wanda said as she dropped her bags in the living room. Looking at her surroundings, the flat was a decent size. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and accommodations on the floor below them.

“So what do you-,” Y/n hadn’t responded to Wanda’s question as she zoomed past her and walked into her room. Softly closing the door shut, Wanda sighed at her reaction. It wasn’t a surprise but Wanda still couldn’t help but feel hurt by it all. “I guess I should start unpacking.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Y/n and Wanda started to live together in the flat located in the small town of Edinburgh. While Wanda mainly kept the place tidy, Y/n remained in her room all the time unless it was to use the bathroom or to eat. The only time she would even dare to be close to Wanda was during dinner. If it was breakfast or lunch, Y/n would take what Wanda cooked for the day into her room.

But Wanda was stubborn. She always left Y/n little notes of her whereabouts anytime she left for an errand but a small compliment would always be at the end of it. Sometimes she would knock on Y/n’s door and ask if she would want to watch a movie with her. Obviously, Y/n never answered but Wanda continued to ask. Other times, Wanda would think of Y/n’s favorite foods and would cook them for dinner that night. And while Y/n had never said it out loud, the empty plate she left in front of her always made Wanda swell with joy.

However, tonight was going to be different. Usually, the two would sit in silence as Wanda would have the tv playing in the background but Wanda needed to hear Y/n’s voice. Not only that, but she was hoping that the truth would come out as well.

Trying to figure out a way to break the silence, it was oddly Y/n that had done it first. “Why don’t you hate me?” At first, Wanda was shocked that Y/n had actually spoken, but the girl regain her composure and said, “Why would I hate you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Y/n was silent for a moment until she said, “But I killed your brother.”

Chapter 10

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Jane’s Pets Pt. 50: Escapism

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Today is a good day. Puppy woke up before her alarm feeling well rested. She had good dreams, but not the kind that make you feel disappointed when you wake up. The happy, light feeling carries over into wakefulness.

She decides to make breakfast for her roommates. Not because she has to, or because it’s her job, but because she wants to.

She’ll make chocolate chip pancakes. She can have chocolate because she’s human and not a dog or a pet.

Charlie comes out of their room, yawning. Their long, orange hair is a mess.

“Good morning. I woke up early, so I’m making pancakes.” Puppy says.

“Morning.” Charlie yawns again, then sniffs and perks up. “Chocolate chip pancakes? Is today special?”

“Nope! I just wanted chocolate. Do you want to cut up some fruit to top it with?”

Charlie nods and gets some strawberries from the fridge. Liam comes out of his room.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

Liam rubs his eyes. “Mmmm… ask me again later. I don’t know yet.”

“That’s fair. Well, I slept great. Woke up feeling well rested and everything.”

Liam grumbles something about morning people and collapses onto the couch. Puppy smiles. She absolutely adores her roommates.

When breakfast is ready, she gently wakes Liam up again. “Hey. I made chocolate chip pancakes. Do you want any?”

Liam nods and rolls off the couch.

Breakfast is nice. Charlie and Liam wake up enough to hold conversation, and the three of them chat about how how they slept and their plans for the day.

They end up with plenty of leftovers. Puppy puts them away while Charlie does the dishes and Liam wipes down the table.

Puppy starts sorting some of her laundry while Charlie and Liam get ready. She always showers after Liam and Charlie leave because she doesn’t need to be anywhere early in the mornings, unlike them. She’s a writer and her schedule is very flexible.

Puppy has found that the time she waits for the shower to be available is great for getting some quick chores done. It’s very satisfying to get things done so early in the morning.

Liam and Puppy hug goodbye, and Charlie offers the two of them air hugs. Puppy will miss them while they’re at work, but they both enjoy their jobs a lot and she would never want to take that from them.

Charlie works at a non-profit, providing free or cheap therapy to people who need it. They’re amazing at their job, and make the world a better place every day.

Liam is a gardener. He likes being outside.

Puppy makes enough money off her books that neither of them have to work, but they do anyway. Whatever makes them happy.

Puppy showers and brushes her hair and teeth. She picks an outfit that shows off her unscarred arms and legs and uncollared neck. She thinks she’ll write in the nearby park today, since it’s so nice out. Then she’ll go to the library, and then to her dance class.

It’s a very nice day. Birds chirp and there’s a pleasant cool breeze. Perfect weather for hanging out in the park and writing.

Admittedly, Puppy gets distracted fairly often when writing outside, but that’s okay. She could never write another book and still have enough money to sustain her for the rest of her life.

It’s nice to be around people. It’s nice to hear children laughing, it’s nice to see people happy and relaxed. Complete strangers who won’t be murdered or anything, just alive and happy.

After writing a few pages, Puppy decides to call it quits and head to the library. She has a book club meeting today.

Everyone in her book club has interesting perspectives on the book, and it’s all very nice. She shares what she thinks and they listen, and they don’t tell her she’s not allowed to speak anymore if they disagree. They have a lively discussion that goes on for hours before picking a new book and agreeing to meet at the same time next week.

She can make plans like that. She doesn’t have to ask permission, she can go somewhere because she wants to go there and she won’t be punished.

She can do what she wants. She can make friends without fear because she knows no one will use those attachments against her.

She stays in the library to read for a while longer, then heads to her dance class.

Puppy has been getting really good at dancing, she thinks. It’s not difficult to make her body do what she wants it to do. She feels connected with her body and it doesn’t hurt. It feels good and it makes her happy. She chats aimlessly with fellow students. She doesn’t think have to have a purpose when talking, she can just talk.

Someday, she thinks she’ll teach a dance class. That would be really fun.

When the class is over, she heads home. She doesn’t dread heading home, she’s excited about it. She’s excited to ask Liam and Charlie about their days and tell them about hers. She hopes they’ll have time to play a game and watch a movie tonight.

She gets home before the two of them, but they’re not far behind.

“How was your day?” She asks.

Charlie smiles. “Y’know, saved lives, made the world a better place. I’m basically a superhero.”

Puppy can tell there’s something bothering them, but doesn’t push. She knows Charlie will ask for help if they need it, and she knows that she’ll be able to provide that help without hinderance, so it doesn’t stress her out.

Liam steps into his room to take off his work clothes. “My day was good too. I saved lives too. Not human lives, but I still think it’s impressive. What about you?”

“Good! I went to the park, and then I had book club and dance lessons.”

“I thought you didn’t have dance class on Tuesdays.”

“I didn’t, but I joined another class. This one’s ballet, isn’t that fun?”

Liam makes a noncommittal sound. He’s not a big fan of dance, which makes it all the sweeter that he comes to every dance performance.

Charlie starts getting things ready in the kitchen. “I’m thinking enchiladas tonight, how does that sound?”

“That sounds great.” Puppy says. She slides into the kitchen and starts helping. Once Liam is in more comfortable clothes, he comes to help too.

The three of them fall into an easy rhythm. Charlie takes the lead, instructing the other two on how best to help, but the three of them work together as equals. Dinner is done in no time.

They share stories as they eat. Puppy talks about the same book she talked about in book club earlier, still full of thoughts about it. Charlie excitedly talks about the new methodology they’ve been learning. Liam talks about plants and how the season changing will impact them. Puppy would normally find that incredibly boring, but coming from one of her best friends, she hangs on to every word.

After they eat and clean up dinner, they play Clue. Charlie makes a wrong guess three turns in and has to sit the rest out.

“These board games are just luck.” Charlie mutters.

Liam laughs. “Sure, with the way you’re playing them. You are allowed to strategize, though, if you ever want to try it.”

“Shut up.” Charlie puts on an exaggerated frown, but their eyes sparkle. They’re having a good time, even though they lost.

With just two people left, the game goes very quickly. Puppy has narrowed down the person and the weapon when Liam makes his guess. He was right.

“He cheats!” Charlie exclaims. Liam shrugs. He tries not to act like it, but he’s very competitive and very happy to have won.

“I want to watch a movie before bed.” Puppy says. The others agree, so the three of them watch a movie with no gore at all, one that they all enjoy.

Liam and Puppy curl up together, and Charlie sits closer than usual, wrapped up in a blanket. They’re more comfortable with touch when it’s not skin to skin.

Puppy can’t stop smiling. What a good day today has been. And what a good week it’s going to be. Tomorrow she’ll go to the farmer’s market, and on Friday she has a modern dance lesson.

She sighs contentedly. She is safe and warm and no one can hurt her, no one wants to hurt her. Her friends are safe and warm and no one can hurt them, no one wants to hurt them.

If only it was real.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

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Departure and arrival

I'm working at the airport selling flowers and coffee. Not the best job but the shop is owned by my uncle so I have almost complete freedom. I always wanted to travel often, to work from different places all the time. Now I'm somewhat in hell. I'm so close to flights but I can never enter them as I have to work. I can only dream and watch people live it.

As I was daydreaming about flying away once more, a man caught my eye as his colorful pants separated himself from the rest.

He was tall, handsome, had a beautiful beard and well-groomed hair. He was wearing brown leather boots, light brown/orange pants and a grey shirt. It suited him very well. He was gorgeous for me. The complete opposite of me. I was chubby, started to lose hair, even though I'm only in my mid-twenties, and I dont really had a sense of fashion.

I was dreaming about how he was flying somewhere warm, where he gets to take of his shirt and flex his muscles on the beach. I was daydreaming even further as I realized that someone wanted to buy something. I snapped out of my dream and the man stood right in front of me with a big smile.

"One latte, please.", he said with a big grin. I had to retract my eyes from his handsome face and white teeth.

"Of course, one moment please.", I said, taking a paper cup and putting it under the coffee machine.

"Do you have a ticket?", I asked. I couldnt wait to see where he was travelling to. But he looked confused at me.

"If you have a boarding ticket, you can get everything cheaper in our store.", I clarified.

"Oh, yeah. I have one.", he said, taking out his ticket and putting it on the desk. "That's a really nice service you have here."

Was he flirting with me?, I thought.

I took the ticket, scanned it for his discount, looked at his destination and gave it back to him.

"Spain, what a nice destination. Especially as the weather here is pretty bad at the moment.", I said finishing his coffee. "May I ask for work or just for fun."

"Both.", he answered. "A bit of work but mostly just for fun."

I handed him the coffee and he paid.

"You look like you could use some fun too", he said leaving.

He definitely flirted with me, I thought.

I watched him go and dreamed about being him in Spain. To my surprise, he didnt go to the terminals to start the check in, but he went to the toilet. He opened the door, turned around and looked at me, raised an eyebrow and disappeared into the bathroom.

I was shocked and turned on at the same time. Did he want me to follow him?, I thought.

I looked around and decided to follow him. I told my uncle that I have to go for a short moment and he excused me.

I followed the man into the toilet but no one was there as I entered.

The man came out of a cabin and grinned.

"We're all alone. Come on, lock the door.", he said. And I did. I locked the main door from the inside so that we couldnt get disturbed. I may had no idea what he wanted but I was so horny for him that I didnt care.

"I saw your looks.", he said. "And you are completely my type."

"I'm your type? Come on, look at me. I'm fat. I'm totally not in your league.", I said a little intimidated.

He stepped towards me.

"Look.", he said running his hands over my a little too tight shirt. "I have a thing for chubby boys."

"Boy? Do I look So childlike?", I asked shocked.

"Well, you look a lot younger than me.", he said. "I'm Lucas by the way."

He grabbed my head and kissed me gently. I loved the feeling of his lips. They were so soft and his beard a bit scratchy.

Lucas took a step back.

"Strip.", he said. I was shocked as I thought that he would take them off. But I started anyways as I opened my laces, kicked off my shoes and took off my socks. I tried to take off my shirt but I was struggling with it. Lucas helped me getting it off and then continued with my jeans. He took them and my underpants off, leaving me naked in front of him.

He kneeled down and lifted my belly to start sucking my dick. It didn't take long until I moaned by the pleasure. It was the best feeling I ever had. His beard tingled slightly but his lips and mouth were a pleasant surprise. It felt as if this wasnt his first blowjob. He sucked further and further until I came. And he took it all in one gulp.

He stood up and we kissed aggressively until his back hit a highboy. He pushed me away, causing me to fall backwards. After that, Lucas pulled himself up onto the highboy with a big grin.

"And now you strip me.", he said holding his foot out for me.

I quickly took off his boots and socks. After that I opened his pants and pulled them down. To my surprise greeted me his hard dick instead of underpants. He giggled as he saw my surprised face. I continued by unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his watch and rings.

He got down from the highboy and turned me around. He hugged me from behind and layed his chin on my shoulder.

"You'll gonna like this.", he whispered into my ear right as I felt something getting stuck up into my butt.

"Oh, it's so tight. Is this your first time?", Lucas asked. I just nodded in pain.

The sound of my fat cheeks hitting his muscular hips filled the air.

He increased the pace with every thrust until he came. As he pulled out his dick, I felt how the pain became even stronger.

I was completely out of breath and I heard him panting too.

"Thanks, chubby.", he said.

As I turned around to face him, I saw that he already wanted to dress up again as he lifted his pants from the ground. I took them out if his hands and threw them back to the ground. He looked confused.

"Thats it? Really?", I asked furious.

"Well, I never said I wanted more.", he answered.

I stormed at him and we struggled to the ground. Lucas tried to fight me off and I tried to overpower him.

He managed to get out if my grasp and tried to stand up but I grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him back down. His fall must have hurt as he was panting on the ground after it. I quickly sat down on his back and secured his arms.

"You'll gonna like this.", I whispered in his ear.

"No, please. You dont have to do th-", Lucas didnt even manage to end his sentence as I pushed my dick into his hole.

"Uugh, fuck. It feels so much bigger than it looks.", he said. "Please - aagh - stop! It hurts so bad."

But I didnt stop. With every thrust I felt better and his hole became wider.

I grabbed him by his man bun and lifted his head.

"Its so tight. Is this your first time?", I asked him uppish.

He groaned under pain and nodded.

"You'll remember this day as the day when chubby got what he wanted from you.", I said letting go of his man bun.

I thrusted even faster until I shot my load.

Lucas cried silently as I shot my load into his hairy ass. As I wanted to pull out my dick, his cheeks tensed up, making my dick stuck. I tried to pull it out but my dick didnt move a single inch.

Only then I noticed that I didnt hear a thing from Lucas anymore. I lifted his head again to tell him to relax but he suddenly started to move uncontrollably. His muscles were twitching as if he had a seizure. I tried to relax him, but I passed out on top of him.

As I started to regain my consciousness, I felt the cold floor beneath me.

Looks like I fell off of Lucas, I thought. But then I felt something heavy on top of me moving. It stood up. I rolled around and opened my eyes to see my body standing in front of me. It looked as surprised as I was.

"What did you do?", it said looking down at me and then back at his body. "You stole my body, you little filth!", it said.

I didn't understand what he meant. Only as I tried to stand up I noticed my muscular arms and legs. I was now towering over my old body. I was in Lucas body.

He attacked me and we struggled again.

"You cant do this to me. I dont want to be chubby!", he started crying.

"This wasnt my intention. But now you wont get it back. I always wanted to have a body like this. I also thought that you had a thing for chubby bodies.", I said while overpowering him.

He fell to the ground.

"Stay down!", I said. "I'm now Lucas. I'll meet my best friend Jorge in Spain and you wont."

"Wait, how do you know...", Lucas stammered in my old body. "Oh god, I know your life too. Please we have to change back. I want to live my life, not yours."

"This is your life now!", I said. I slapped him so hard that I knocked him out. I was watching my old body for quite some time. I'll probably never see my family again, but thats okay if I'll stay in this body, I thought.

I put on Lucas clothes, inhaled his nice smell, took his luggage, unlocked the door and left.

I had the best time of my life in Spain. His job as a model was pretty easy and the rest of my time I've spent on the beach or at the park, showing of my new body. I'll never go back to where I was with my life before. Lucas is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

the way I love you // tom holland x reader

a/n: hello my lovelies! it’s been a little while since I posted something, this piece has fully been kicking my butt but she’s finally here and I hope you like her even if she is a little rough around the edges. as always, love to know what you think. also, I will do an official post regarding rules but from here until I close them my * REQUESTS ARE OPEN * my 10th piece of writing (WHAT) is a requested piece that I'm so excited to share with you guys and the lovely human who requested it, so stay tuned for that but in the meantime, sending all the love, and I hope you're all staying safe out there, please enjoy! x 

word count: 2.1K warning: swearing, lil bit of angst if you squint summary: your best friend tom is helping you move in, but you have a secret and it’s been making things difficult. it’s time to fess up. 

The rain thumped against the windows, droplets eagerly chasing each other to the bottom. The wind whistled, branches reaching out as the trees shook. Soft wispy curtains were pulled tight to keep the cold, stormy weather locked outside. Yet the sounds of cars speeding through the flooded roads could still be heard from the storeys above. The room was almost bare, the orange glow of the streetlights casting warm shadows upon the wooden floorboards. A couple of unopened cardboard boxes were stacked up against one wall. One section of the room was lowly lit with battery-operated soft, twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles. The floor was decorated with a few cosy blankets and pillows. Half eaten cartons of sushi sat abandoned alongside a takeaway pizza box full of cheesy crusts. A laptop balanced precariously on one of the boxes, movie already playing. “Happy move-in day,” a voice whispers, just grazing past your ear. You lay on your front on the floor, wrapped up in an exceptionally fluffy blanket. Your best friend is sat semi cross-legged with his knees up, arms hooked around them, the pair of you only a breath apart. You turn your head lazily in his direction, unable to hide the grin from your face as he cocks his head, mimicking you with his own cheesy smile - noses almost touching. “Thanks for helping me out. Have I ever told you that you’re my favourite?” “Oh, not nearly enough.” He nudges your side, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically. You laugh, causing his face to soften at your expression before you focus your attention back to the small screen. Tom frowns slightly as you turn away, keeping his eyes on you as he drinks you in slowly. Your hair was almost completely dry from the rainstorm, and had begun curling at the ends and around your hairline, one piece had fallen across your face which he ached to tuck back into place behind your ear. You had a light flush across your cheeks, eyes shining bright as your face slackened, concentrating on the film. He let out a soft sigh before swallowing, dragging his eyes away from you and back to the movie. **** It hadn’t taken long for you and tom to gravitate closer to each other, a chill making its way through the apartment as you were yet to install a new heating system. You were tucked into his side, head resting gently against his shoulder, breaths synchronising. You shifted slightly, yet Tom kept a protective arm around you. A black screen took over the laptop as the credits started rolling. Tom let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he slowly sat up, bringing you with him. “I better go, it’s late and I have a bunch of meetings tomorrow. Plus you still have unpacking to do…” he teases, collecting some of the empty cartons. You nod, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and gathering it around your waist as you hit pause on the laptop. Stretching your body out, you could already feel the twinges in your back from sitting on the hard floor. The sky had darkened considerably, storm worsening behind the curtains, rain lashing down hard. You glance across at tom, watching as he steps foot into the kitchen, tiding up the rubbish into a neat pile. You bite your lip slightly as you give him a once over. His hair was unruly, eager for a styling from Rachel as it attempted to curl against his forehead, and you could see where he’d been running his hands through it all day. You loved how relaxed he looked in your presence, allowing himself to be slightly unkempt and messy. You watched his mouth and eyebrows twitch animatedly as he cleaned up the kitchen, the sleeves of his oversized hoodie rolled up his forearms. Suddenly he looked up, eyes directly locking with yours and your felt your face flush. “Stop staring at me you div,” he teased, as his face breaking out into a grin, eyes creasing at the sides, still locked with yours. “Calm down movie star, you ain’t all that,” you laugh nervously, internally berating yourself for getting caught in a trance as you pick up the rest of the rubbish and join Tom in the kitchen, blanket slouched around your shoulders and trailing behind you. Truth was, something had changed during the last film Tom had been away filming for. Tiny butterflies would dance in your stomach whenever your phone pinged with a new message or silly photo he’d sent you. You brushed it off at first, thinking you were just missing his company. But by the time he got back, you felt nervous and giddy around him and everything was weird. It wasn’t until one day you found yourself waking up with a start as he began to infiltrate your dreams when you realised you were feeling very differently for your best friend than you’d ever felt before. “This place is nice, but I still don’t know why you turned us boys down though? Harrison said he asked before I came back and you said no?” he wondered aloud, miming an arrow through his heart as the pair of you make your way downstairs. You laugh at his antics but wrap the blanket that little bit tighter around yourself, finding the floor of your building suddenly extremely interesting. “Don’t tell me you’re sick of us lot already? We’ve been together too long for you to ditch us all now.” He gives you a little nudge in the arm with his elbow. You took a deep breath, shaking your hair out of your face. “I’ll still be round all the time. I literally live on the other side of the park,” you laugh as he pouts, “Tom, it’s not even 20 minutes away.” “Still doesn’t explain why you won’t move in with us?” You sigh, your frustration building. “Just leave it,” you snap, adding a quieter “please” after a beat. There’s a stifling silence as you both walk down the concrete staircase, you twist the mechanical lock on the front door and wait for the buzz as it clicks and opens up to the world outside.

Tom whistles at the torrential storm as he steps outside, trees were bending over, leaves billowing in the wind. The steps up to the building were gathering puddles of water and you could already see the road ahead was beginning to flood.

“Oh my god.”

The pair of you quickly throw the trash into the bin that was sitting at the bottom of some basement level steps.

“Listen, but I only ask because...it’s just, you’ve been a bit off since I came back from Atlanta. if it wasn’t for Harrison telling me he couldn’t make it today, you wouldn’t have even asked me to help you move in? What’s up with that?” he asks, standing behind you, shielding you from as much of the rain as he could.

“I just thought you’d be busy, y’know. What with being away for so long.”

“And? It’s not like that’s ever stopped you before. Seriously though, did I do something wrong? Did the boys? Because you can tell me.”

“Tom it’s nothing. Seriously, quit it.” Avoiding his stare, you shake your head and turn on your heel in an attempt to push the door back open but it stays firmly shut. You twist the handle multiple times as it jangles in response, remaining firmly locked. You freeze in immediate panic, feeling your pockets for your keys which were still sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, no. No fucking way.”

“What? What is it?” He reaches a hand over your shoulder and gives the door a shove, “Is it stuck?”

“No tom, it’s locked! The wind must’ve closed it! I’ve left my apartment open and the keys are on the kitch – fuck! I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey it’s fine. Calm down. Hey, maybe if you lived with us we wouldn’t be having this problem…” he joked, pulling off his hoodie as thunder rumbled in the distance, the rain bouncing down onto the two of you.

“Now is really not the time Tom!” You exclaim, feeling your heart-rate spike, anxious about being locked out on your very first day living alone.

“Would you calm down, we’ll sort it. Your doors just unlocked, it’s not like you left it wide open.” 

“If you hadn’t been asking so many stupid questions, I wouldn’t have forgotten my keys in the first place!”

“Really?! You’re blaming me for caring about you? Alright listen, I just wanted to know what’s going on with you. I know you, and I know when something’s wrong! Why won't you just tell me?!”

“Oh my god, fine! You want to know so badly? It’s you, okay!” You shout, whirling around now standing chest to chest, you could feel your eyes burning with the tears you were fighting back, “You’re the reason I can’t move in with you guys! Because I hoped that this feeling would go away. If I avoided you it would go away and things would be normal and nothing would change. But that’s not the case!” You gulped in a breath, refusing to look into the deep brown eyes that were staring at you, so wide and confused, “That’s not the case, because every time I’m with you I feel like my heart is going to beat straight out of my chest. I get these stupid knots in my stomach whenever you so much as send me a fucking text. Sitting together in there side by side, alone together, casually watching a film and all I can think about is god, I wish he’d just kiss me! I don’t want to fall in love with you because this,” you gesture between the two of you, “what we are, it’ll all be gone and I’ll have ruined everything. And I can’t Tom. I can’t deal with that. So, there you go. I’m in love with you, and I hate myself for it. So, what? Are you happy now?! Does that clear everything up for you!”

Tom froze.

Your chest heaves, the tears that you let fall mixing in with the rain, leaving you sniffling. You push your soaking wet hair out of your face, roughly wiping your cheeks as you turn and hit the buzzer for the apartment block, banging your fist on the main door. 

“C’mon!”

Tom stood silently, still frozen outside your apartment entrance, the rain so heavy it was bouncing off of his clothes. His curls were flattened, droplets dripping from his hair, his nose, his eyelashes. his t-shirt was already drenched by the rain, fabric clinging to his frame. He blinks, once, twice then once more, his jaw unclenching.

He reaches forwards, fingertips lightly caressing your hand, his featherlight touch pulsating through your entire body.

You tear your hand away from him, a gasp letting loose, “Don’t.”

He perseveres, pulling you round, more forcefully this time until you are nose to nose again.

Your body shivers in the cold, wet air as you stare at the ground. Tom’s firm grip around your wrists.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice soft and gentle.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head as you exhale breathily.

He lets go of you, your hands curled into small fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

One hand lifts your chin to his level, his thumb softly collecting the mixture of tears and rain from beneath your eyes and brushing them away.

“I wish you’d just told me. It would’ve saved you all this hurt.”

His left hand comes up and tucks the soaking wet pieces of hair that has been whipping around your face in the wind gently behind your ear. Stroking the stray strands. 

Your teary, glistening eyes connect with his. They were alive with such care and concern. Before you knew it, that feeling was back in the pit of your stomach, pulling and twisting in knots as you stared into the eyes of the boy you loved. 

You blinked, eyelashes fluttering when all of a sudden, the hand that had brushed your tears away cradles the side of your head, bringing your faces together, the other hand lightly fluttering to your waist, pulling you in closer. 

The rain continued to fall, the two of you completely oblivious as your lips brush, foreheads pressed together. It’s soft and slow, almost uncertain at first before immediately intensifying, the two of you pushing your bodies against each other. You take a breath as he strokes your cheek and your lips with his thumb, pulling you back in for another gentle kiss with a hand to the back of your head, tangling in your soaking hair as he presses your faces closer together. 

The pair of you pull away, both your chests heaving as you exhale. 

“Why did you do that?” you ask, voice raspy. 

“Because. that’s the way I love you. Not just as a friend. And for years, I sat on it, too scared to ruin what we have.”  You shake your head, as a couple of bubbles of laughter spill from your lips. Tom’s face brightens up quickly, those little creases that you loved so much appearing at the outward corners of his eyes as he whispered, “C’mere. I got you.” 

He pulled you in, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, his body cold under your hands. You could hear and feel his heartbeat, still in perfect time with your own. He tucked his chin so it was resting atop your head. His arm hadn’t moved, still cradling the back of your head, pressing you ever so carefully into his chest, the two of you just resting in each others embrace as the rain eased up slightly around you.

There was a beat, as you both relaxed into each other. 

“So, I'm glad we solved one problem, but you do know we’re still locked out, right?” Tom says as the pair of you burst out laughing. 

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

The Little Girl

[Gif credit to @vinylackles]

Square: Never Been Kissed ( @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo)

Pairing: Jensen x adopted!child!reader

Summary: The Reader is adopted by Jensen and his family after a tragic event in her life. Soon after being adopted, she begins to learn what a family really does.

Warnings: Angsty-ish, child abuse/neglect (implied?), religion is mentioned in here (if you have your own belief, that’s fine we’re all different. It’d be boring if we’re the same.), there will be feels in this both fluffy and sad. You might have happy tears, who knows. Song inspired fic, song fic since the lyrics are in this.

Word Count: 1,840

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a/n: Inspired by the song The Little Girl by John Montgomery. I can’t italicize the lyrics; it’d look a bit weird and mess with the flow of your reading.

a/n2: probably not what one would expect for a “never been kissed” square. But I kept hitting a block with the typical, and this one came to me. Hope ya’ll enjoy nonetheless. :3

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Her parents never took her to church. Never spoke of his name, never even told her of his word.

Her parent’s weren’t really believers. Her dad drank all day, her mom did drugs. Every night her dad would go out drinking. Her mom would be passed out in the chair as Y/N sat on the couch watching TV.

They never wanted to play. Or give kisses and hugs.

And the drinking and the fighting, just got worse every night.

Behind their couch, she’d be hiding. Praying for it all to stop.

And like it always does, the bad got worse. With every slap, and every curse.

Until her dad in a drunk rage one night, used a gun on her mom. And then took his life.

Some people from the city, took the girl far away. To a new mom and a new dad.

. . .

The caseworker drove young little Y/N up to her new home.

“This family is going to be good to you.”

“Not like my old family?”

“Nothing like them, they’re new parents to one of their own kids. And once they heard your story, they wanted you.”

She sat in the back seat, smiling, wondering how it was going to be like? Who her mom and dad were?

He pulled up to the house, parking it and turning off the car. He gets out to get her things from the trunk, and he stops by her door to help her out.

She picked up her backpack, and turned to see a fancy house.

Suddenly feeling nervous, she swallowed and mustered up whatever courage she had and followed her caseworker to the house.

The caseworker rang the doorbell.

She could faintly hear a women on the other side. “She’s here.”

She sounded excited.

The door opened, she found a man, a woman and small girl standing before her.

“Hi, Chris?” the man asked.

“Yes, you must be Jensen?”

“I am, this is my wife Danneel and my four year old daughter JJ.” Jensen says, introducing his family. “This must be Y/N?”

She nods, shying behind the caseworker.

“It’s okay sweetie, you’re safe here. This is your new home?” Jensen says, getting down to her level.

“How about we have a little tour, warm up to your new family?” Chris, her caseworker suggests.

The little girl nodded, following Chris inside the house as Jensen showed her around.

 That night, dinner went off without a hitch. Sure she was quiet, but she was still a bit shy. But now it was the time for her and her new little sister to go off to bed.

She gone off to her room, getting her night gown on. Heading to her bathroom that her and JJ shared. Danneel helping JJ make sure she was brushing her teeth alright, Y/N grabbed her toothbrush and began cleaning her teeth.

Danneel taking a hairbrush she brushed the girls’ hair.

She could see Y/N tense. She didn’t know what she was doing at first. Danneel continued to brush her hair, cautiously.

She could see her relax as she continued to brush.

“Your parents never did this, did they?” she asked kindly.

Y/N shaking her head as she brushed her teeth.

Danneel held back warm tears that threatened to surface.

What else have these parents not done for her? she wondered.

Once they’ve finished they went off to their respected rooms. Danneel walking JJ to her room, JJ wanting a story. Y/N headed to her room.

She was about to get herself settled when Jensen and Danneel entered.

“Busy day so far, huh?” Danneel asked.

She nods. “mm-hmm.” She hummed quietly.

“Tomorrow we can have a lazy day, all four of us, just relax and maybe even play outside a little bit. The weather’s supposed to be nice.” Jensen says.

“What do you play?” she asks innocently.

“We could do, tag, or hide and seek, or whatever JJ comes up with.” Jensen chuckles.

“Could you teach me?”

“You never played before?” Jensen asked.

She shook her head innocently.

Jensen’s jaw clenched as he fought back tears of his own.

“We’ll teach ya tomorrow. It’ll be fun.” He says with a smile.

Bending over he gives her a sweet kiss atop her head. Danneel following suit.

She laid there staring up at them with wide eyes.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, you had a busy day.” Jensen says, brushing her hair from her face.

Y/N nodded. Feeling herself grow sleepy, she let her eyes fall closed.

Jensen and Danneel smiled softly as they shut her light off, left her door open slightly letting the hall light in. And went back down to the living room.

 It was getting close to Jensen and Danneel to head to bed themselves.

Just as he shut the TV off they heard a sniffle from the dark hallway. Seeing their new daughter stand in the hall, holding her blanket as she rubbed the tears from her eyes.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Danneel asked.

“What’s got you crying?” Jensen follows up, as they both got up to go to her.

“Bad dream.” She cries.

“Everything’s okay sweetheart, you’re safe.” Jensen consoles, rubbing up and down her arm.

The little girl nods but couldn’t stop crying as a slight tremble shook through her. Jensen felt it.

Jensen without hesitation picked her up, holding her close. Walked back to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap.

“What are you doing?” the little girl asked?

“You never been cuddled before?”

She shook her head against Jensen’s chest.

He only held her tighter.

“Well I’m holding you, making you feel safe. It’s something parents should do to help their kids feel safe after a nightmare, being scared, or even if their kid is having a bad day.”

She nods against him.

Danneel sat beside Jensen, sandwiching the little girl between them.

“It wouldn’t hurt to stay up just a little bit longer.” She says.

Jensen nodding as he places a comforting kiss atop their daughter’s head.

 The little girl slowly adjusted to her new family. Getting kisses and hugs every night. Even getting one from her little sister.

Fourth of July with the family was a struggle for a moment. The loud noises sounding an awful lot like gun fire.

She ran inside, crying.

JJ the only one noticing. She followed her big sister into the house. Finding her behind a couch in the family room, crying.

“Sissy what’s wrong?” JJ asked.

“It’s like the night my mom and dad died. It sounds like the gun he used.”

“Your daddy used a gun?”

Y/N nodded tearfully.

“Well our daddy is not like that. Come on sissy, come back outside.” JJ tells her. encouraging her to come with her. Only to get a fearful shake of her sister’s head. And more tears.

She let out a fearful sob.

JJ took it upon herself to comfort her big sister. She got behind the couch with her, sitting in front of her, she kissed the top of her sisters head while cradling it. Having short arms she couldn’t wrap her sister in her arms not like how her dad does.

“JJ?” Jensen calls. “Y/N?”

The stifled cries from Y/N gave them away.

Jensen found the couch where she hid, to find JJ holding Y/N’s head in a hug.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sissy’s scared of the fireworks.”

Jensen having the gut feeling he knew why she was.

“Why are you scared honey?” He asks anyway.

“It sounds like his gun.” She says with her head on her knees.

Jensen’s heart sank.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll get you through this. How about you hang out inside for a bit. Okay?”

Y/N nodded.

“We can play in here, or we can watch movies in the movie room?”

“Okay.” She says. JJ and Y/N getting up to the movie room and watching movies.

 The little girl made so many friends at her new school. One of her friends took her to church one Sunday for the first time.

Sitting in Sunday school, the teacher walked in.

The little girl saw a picture of Jesus on the cross.

“I know that man, up there on the cross.” She says.

“Oh?” the teacher asks.

She nods. “He was there in my old house, and he held me close to his side. As I hid there behind our couch, the night my parents died.”

She told the teacher her story. Her old mom and dad, tainted with sin, neglecting her.

“But everything is fine now. My new mom and dad, they give me kisses and hugs every day. We play almost every day. Dad plays on TV; he plays a guy who fights monsters with his brother. My dad is a hero.”

“What about your new mom?”

“She brushes my hair every night, her and dad make me feel safe. She’s dad’s sidekick.”

Some kids giggled. The teacher even chuckled.

“That’s sweet honey, how about for the first bit of class, we draw our superheroes. It could be Christ Himself, or your parents. Let’s do that and you can take it home to show everyone.”

The teacher let the kids be and draw away.

 Y/N’s friend’s parent’s dropped her off back home.

“How was church honey?” Danneel asked as she waited outside for her.

“It was good, we drew our superheroes in Sunday school.” She says holding up a picture. Drawn in crayon and marker.

Jensen walked through the door outside, stepping beside Danneel wrapping an arm around her.

“How as church kiddo?”

“Good, I was telling mom I drew my superheroes.” She says.

Jensen peered over Danneel’s shoulder. Seeing the same drawing.

Of stick figures, one with Dad under it, wearing a cape with an S on it. Symbolizing Superman.

He saw another stick figure, the word Mom under it. Wore a skirt and a cape with a S on it as well.

Under the both of their stick figures, she wrote in big letters as big as they would fit on the paper, Thank you.

Jensen walked around, picking up Y/N, hugging her close. Danneel joining in the hug as she hugged her and Jensen as close as she could.

“We love you so much sweetheart, and you’re most welcome.” Jensen says, holding back the tears.

She smiled against him as her parents held her close.

At first growing up, she never knew what it was like to be loved, to be given a kiss or a hug. To be cuddled, or let alone held in a loving and cuddling way.

Now she doesn’t have to worry about another fight. She doesn’t have to worry about her dad going off drinking, when he’s always home with his family. She doesn’t have to worry about her mom doing drugs to get through the day, when her mom just needs to see her girls smile, to hear her girls laugh to make her day better. 

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a/n: Did you cry? Here are some virtual tissues, I cried too hun. How’d you like it, let me know! Feedback is always appreciated!

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@luci-in-trenchcoats, @supernatural-jackles, @becs-bunker, @jayankles, @jeaniespiehs20, @winchesters-favorite-girl, @mlovesstories, @moonlight-on-her-skin, @backseat-of-deans-67chevy, @salt-n-burn-em-all, @lyarr24, @akshi8278

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@flamencodiva, @anotherspnfanfic, @megzdoodle, @misfit0118​

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