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calaofnoldor · 4 years ago

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Sixth Time’s the Charm [4]

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Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 6,107

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you. (Each chapter can be read as a stand-alone.)

Chapter Summary: You offer yourself as bait for a shapeshifter hunt. Things do not go as planned.

Warnings: canon level violence, language, idiots in love, mutual pining, huffy!sam, protective!sam, slight angst?, slow burn, fluff

A/N: i am SO sorry for the wait (story of my life) but to make up for it, look, 6k words! (yeah i’m sorry about that too, i don’t know what happened there.) written for @tvdspngirl314‘s birthday writing event with the prompt “You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone?” which is bolded in the fic. this also fills a square for @spnfluffbingo!

Square Filled: Rescue Mission

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The fourth time was all you. Dean barely had to lift a finger. The result, however, was far more traumatic than he had planned and rather emphatically revealed the magnitude of his brother’s feelings toward you.

Much like the previous attempts, there was a case: a shapeshifter going after women who conveniently happened to fit your description. The strategy was obvious, and you’d leaped at the opportunity to both make yourself useful and hopefully take the place of what would have otherwise been the next innocent civilian victim. But of course, Sam resisted at first.

“No. Absolutely not! We don’t know enough about this guy for you to just jump into his waiting arms, Y/N!” The fervent indignation in his tone and body language was palpable. Sam was rarely one to raise his voice or sport much of a temper at all really, but lately these heated outbursts seemed to be occurring more frequently, and frankly you were getting sick of it. The false hope they momentarily granted you through the notion that perhaps he cared about you as more than a friend was one thing. What’s more, the way his voice lowered half an octave combined with the sight of his flared nostrils, puffed chest, and straining jaw always seemed to have a sideways effect on you, in that it was impossible to keep your attention on his words alone. But boy did you try.

“Sam, how many times do we have to go through this? I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself. And your wrist is still healing so it’s not like you can call the shots on this one anyway. Besides, I’m not going in alone. You and Dean will be there for backup the whole time, right?”

“’Course we will, eh Sammy?” In a strange turn of events, Dean often appeared to be the one with a more jovial outlook recently.

Sam merely nodded and continued his heavy breathing. He glared down at his bandaged left wrist, the result of skirmish with a couple of wraiths, as if it were the root of all his problems. Then he looked up and through densely drawn brows, those magnetizing multicolored eyes pierced yours, his countenance bearing a charged and sullen expression of pensive exasperation as his jaw visibly tightened. You swallowed and could not for the life of you find the will to look away.

“So it’s settled then,” Dean proclaimed jubilantly, “Unless… you’ve got another reason you don’t want Y/N playing bait, hmm Sam? Maybe something you wanna share with the class? Or, you know, I could leave…”

“Dean, stop it. You’re not helping,” you quickly admonished before steadying your gaze back on the taller Winchester, “Look, Sam, have I ever let you down?”

“No. Never.”

“And do you still trust me?”

“Of course,” he responded immediately in a ‘what-kind-of-a-question-is-that’ tone, at which you simply raised your eyebrow to send him a reciprocating ‘then-what’s-the-problem?’ look.

“OK fine,” Sam huffed out a big breath, “But you’re not taking any risks! Anything seems off at all, just… promise me you’ll wait for me and Dean and keep us in the loop?”

His pleading eyes were so earnest and you’d truly never been able to say no to the giant puppy before, so you offered him a little smile and said, “Cross my heart.”

Sighing, Sam rubbed his face, looking lost in thought for a moment until he spoke up again, much more reserved and hesitant this time, “Do you still have that uh… ring from… that time?” Dean muffled a snort at his brother’s expense but you both ignored him, completely accustomed to his nonsensical teasing by now.

“Uh yeah, I- I think so.” The uncertainty in your voice was a lie. Of course you still had the ring you’d once used to pretend to be married to Sam Winchester. You may or may not have tucked it away in a special place for safekeeping.

“Good,” Sam nodded curtly, “I want you to wear it. It’s silver. I’ll wear mine too and Dean already has his. That’s how we’ll know that we’re still… ourselves.”

“OK, yeah that’s a good idea,” you agreed, trying your hardest not to linger on the memories.

“Well look at you two! Getting hitched again so soon-“

“Shut up, Dean,” you and Sam cut him off together.

When the meeting was adjourned and you were about to part ways to prepare for the upcoming hunt, something inside you forced you to call out his name, “Oh and Sam!” He turned around at once, questioning gaze somewhat urgently searching yours for a sign of what might come next. You stuttered though, feeling suddenly self conscious, so the next words you uttered were not much louder than a whisper, “Be careful with your wrist.”

Sam smiled, his dimples making your fingers twitch with the need to caress them. “I’ll be fine. You just look out for yourself. Remember, we’ll be right behind you.”

Somehow you both didn’t hear the groan Dean emitted as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and prayed to whoever was listening, ‘Good lord, someone give me the strength to survive another day with these imbeciles.’

There was only one diner in the tiny Pennsylvanian town, and seeing as you were starving by the time you got there, the three of you were forced to make do with soggy fries and questionable milkshakes. As you ate, you went through your game plan once more, which essentially consisted of waiting until nightfall to visit the bar from where the previous girls had gone missing, while Sam and Dean shadowed you covertly.

Before you left, you took a quick trip to the loo and when you returned, Sam was stood outside alone, a broad smile upon his face.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked as you began to walk out the diner, expecting to find the older brother waiting impatiently in the parking lot by his precious car, but the Impala was gone.

“He went back to the motel, said he had something to take care of and that we should go scope the place out first.”

“But I thought we agreed to-“

“Yeah, well change of plans, you know how it is,” Sam replied casually with a shrug.

Little red flags started fluttering in your head, urging your eyes downward to locate the silver band on his finger. You frowned when you found it there untouched on his right hand; Sam almost never interrupted you, not even when he was absorbed in the foulest of moods.

Apparently sensing your hesitation, he added, “I mean, he made a good point. Maybe if you familiarize yourself with the surroundings first, you’ll be able to take the guy out faster.”

Sam was still smiling at you, but it felt all wrong. You couldn’t explain it, but there was something missing from his rainbow eyes. The colors were all there, but they lacked luster and warmth, a delicate twinkle that you’d learned to associate with the beautiful, heroic yet self-doubting giant of a man. Never had you seen that breathtaking magic replicated elsewhere, nor had you ever seen Sam without it, which was why you were almost completely certain that the man before you was not the real Sam Winchester.

But weaving within you was a thread of doubt, insisting that you couldn’t just pull a gun on your best friend because of something as trivial as… a feeling? No, you needed to test your theory. And so, bracing yourself with a deep breath, you slowly reached out your silver-equipped hand to do something you’d grown accustomed to resentfully abstaining from: touching Sam’s bare skin. You aimed for the large target of his hand, deeming it the most inconspicuous of places (given that he was wearing his hunters’ uniform and the only other visible option would’ve been his face or neck), but Sam was faster. Just before you were able to graze his skin with your ring, he caught your wrist in his much bigger hand and pulled it away, twisting your arm until it was locked painfully behind you.

“You think you’re smart, huh?” the shifter snarled with a flash of its eyes, moving in real close as he used Sam’s immense size and his own superhuman strength to easily constrain you.

Even so, you stared up at him defiantly, unafraid, “Sam and Dean will be back.”

“That’s the plan.”

Sam’s sneering face and threatening voice were the last things you saw or heard.

You had no way of determining how much time had passed when you unceremoniously came to in what looked and smelled to be an underground sewer. As your senses sharpened and your muddled brain began to size up your current plight, you nearly scoffed at the clichéd style of your captor. Sat on a peeling wooden chair, manila rope bound your wrists together behind your back and tethered your ankles securely to each of the seat’s front legs.

Ignoring the ache in your head, you set about strategically testing the knots and the integrity of the wood. If only you could reach the silver blade in your boot. But your attempts were interrupted by the reappearance of the shifter, whose shoe hit something as he stepped before you. A metallic clang echoed through the confined space as a result and you followed the sound to find your coveted knife on the ground, far beyond your reach.

“Fucking hunters, always think they’re so clever, always one step ahead because it’s their game. Sure, we might be the monsters but you’re the predators! So let’s see how you like being the prey for once.” Shifter Sam’s upper lip curled up in a way that seemed so foreign to you as he leaned forward to rest his hands on either arm of your chair, caging you in.

The malicious glint in his eye left you with no qualms about affronting this being who, for all intents and purposes, appeared identical to the man you’d recently discovered you were in love with. Lifting your chin, you glared up at him brazenly, “If you’re so keen on being the predator then why am I still alive? What are you waiting for?”

“Why your knight in shining armor of course!” he exclaimed, backing up as he stood to his full height and gestured to himself with both hands. “You think it was a coincidence that all those women looked like you?”

The shifter’s narrowed eyes were alight with amusement and a ripple of fear surged through your body. You were in much deeper than you or the boys had anticipated, though years of practice helped you keep your voice steady and bold, “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, I gave them a fairly painless death, don’t you worry. They were just stepping stones on my way to you. See, the Winchesters owe me a girlfriend, so I figured I’d take the closest thing to theirs. But imagine my joyous surprise when I got into this big lug’s head and discovered that he’s in love with you! No, actually it’s more than that. He’s obsessed with you; you never leave his brain! Every other thought and memory is about you... Well, it’s either you or his brother, but oh, it’s gonna kill him to see you die before his eyes. I might’ve been able to replace my dead girlfriend, but I don’t think Sam here will ever come back from losing you.”

Stunned into silence, the stupid influx of misguided hormones pumping through your veins forced you to focus on maintaining a neutral expression as he rattled on.

“And you feel the same way, don’t you? So this really will be a double kill. It’s OK, you can let it all out. I might be a monster but I’m not one to deny the dying their chance for some last words. Besides, you can say it all while looking into the eyes of the man you love.”

“Fuck you,” were the only words you could trust yourself to spit out at him.

‘Sam’ laughed, but it was nothing like the laughs you normally pulled from him. It didn’t radiate like sunshine or replenish your soul with glee. Rather, it was chilling and conniving and despite the mimicry of Sam’s beautiful voice, you immediately decided that you never wanted to hear it again.

“Not feeling too talkative, huh? Or maybe you’d rather wait until he gets here in the flesh to make that anticlimactic confession of love? That’s alright, I can just tell you more about this dumbass’s feelings for you.” The shifter chuckled with delight, as if every word brought him nothing but pure joy. “Man, he loves you so much, it’s insane. I’ve never been inside the skin of someone so in love. And I thought I really loved my ex. Afterall, this whole revenge thing is for her. But I gotta tell ya, I’ve got nothing on Sam Winchester. Did you know he thinks you were made specifically for him? You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone? Cause Sam does. That’s how he feels about you.”

“Why should I believe you?” you challenged, growing tired of the inadvertent response his words were eliciting. Your heart was pounding in your neck, core trembling at the mere possibility of Sam genuinely feeling the way he’d described. But you knew better than to trust a monster, and one who was in pursuit of maximal vengeance no less. Still, those rose-colored thoughts resonated within you, and you stumbled to dismiss them as they bubbled up, one after another like a game of emotional whack-a-mole.

Shifter Sam smirked, “Yeah, you’re a cynical one, aren’t you? You know everything he said in that marriage counseling session was true. You kinda hurt his feelings when you just brushed it all off. Even big brother Dean’s been trying to get him to confess his love for you. You must’ve heard them arguing about it at some point? They weren’t exactly being discreet.”

Choosing not to respond, you simply scowled at him.

“No? Still in denial? Perhaps you need details… You ever notice how he always sits across from you whenever you’re doing research? It’s because he thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re focused, and it gives him an opportunity to admire you without getting caught. And why do you think he lets you call him Sammy, huh? Yeah, he might not let it on but he fucking loves it when you do, makes him feel all tingly inside. And you remember that cop who hit on you? Captain Anderson, was it? Sam wanted to break the guy’s nose just for touching you. Oh and why do you think he asked you to move into the bedroom closest to his? It’s so he can keep track of your nightmares. He likes to keep you close because it makes him feel like he can protect you better when you need it.”

By now, your ‘neutral expression’ must have surely mutated to betray your shock, and you couldn’t have answered if you tried. The shifter didn’t seem to mind either way. In fact, he appeared to be having the time of his life.

“And it’s not all pure thoughts, let me tell you! Oh man, buddy boy here has dreamed up plenty of X-rated scenes with you, ranging from obnoxiously romantic to just plain obscene. You name a position and he’s imagined it, in high-definition detail,” he embellished, tapping an index finger against his temple, “His mind is like a library of pornos starring the two of you, although he’ll never get to live out any of his fantasies, will he? It’s a shame really; some of these are really hot... Ooh, I’ll have to borrow that one,” he said with closed eyes, as if a figment of Sam’s imagination was playing through his head in that very moment, “Maybe my girl and I can re-enact it while we’re still in your skins-”

“Shut up, just shut up!” you finally bellowed in protest.

Sam watched the bathroom door attentively after you’d disappeared through it, unable to contain the upward jerk of his lips when he saw you walking back out of it. Heartwarming relief had become his body’s intrinsic response to seeing you safe and sound.

“You ready?” he questioned when you made it to his side.

“Yeah, I’m good.” God, even the sound of your voice made him happy.

Once you got back to the motel, Dean plopped down onto one of the full-size beds, exhausted from the drive. Within a matter of seconds, snores began to fill the room, and Sam chuckled under his breath as he sat down around a wobbly table with you to continue your research on the shifter’s victims, hoping to find something else that linked them together or a clue as to where they might’ve been taken.

It wasn’t long before you inhaled a revelatory gasp and abruptly clutched Sam’s wrist to show him what you’d found. But your grip was harsh, causing him to hiss in pain and do something he’d never before done: recoil from your touch.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does it still hurt?” you asked nonchalantly, smiling up at him innocently.

Worse than the pain in his fractured wrist was what felt like sirens blaring in his head. You were always hyper-cognizant of his injuries and exceedingly careful around them, sometimes even more so than himself. Sam looked you over subtly, eyes landing on the silver ring still upon your finger. Perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him and all that tender attention he thought you’d shown him was simply a mirage of his own wishful thinking?

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Sam sent you a tight smile, to which you responded with a dazzling one of your own. It was beautiful but something about it felt off. In the past, you apologized profusely if ever you found yourself the accidental cause of his discomfort, no matter how indirect or insignificant the case, but right now there wasn’t a single speck of concern in your eyes. Indeed, the more he looked into them, the more he struggled to recognize the person staring back at him.

In a flash, Sam had you up against the wall, a silver blade held against your neck. He looked down to see the metal sizzling there, burning your flesh, and cursed himself for failing to notice sooner.

The noise woke Dean from his slumber and what he saw when he opened his eyes was equal parts shocking and amusing. “Whoa! At least wait till I’m out of the room! And isn’t that a little kinky for your first time?”

“Dean, it’s not her. She’s not Y/N,” Sam grit out, “She’s wearing the ring but she’s not Y/N.”

His brother’s brows knit together as he rubbed the sleep from his emerald greens. “Wha- How did you know?”

“She was acting… weird.”

Dean scrambled off the bed, making a quick call on his phone to ensure you really were missing. He paled when a robotic voice over the line told him the number he was trying to reach was no longer in service.

It was then the shifter decided to speak up, “You know, the real Y/N would have liked this, you pressing her up against a wall?” she murmured suggestively.

“Shut up. Where is she?!” Sam slammed her body against the flimsy motel wall once more and dug the knife in a little deeper. In his panic-stricken state, he barely registered her remark, being driven entirely by a one-track mind at present.

Shifter Y/N grimaced slightly, glancing down at the knife, “Maybe if you stop cutting into me with that, I might consider telling you.”

“How did you get the ring?”

“Oh, this little thing? You like it? It’s imitation silver, but otherwise nearly identical to the one on the real Y/N’s finger. You see, we’ve been following you for a while now.”

“Who’s we? Where did you take Y/N?!” he demanded incessantly.

“My boyfriend’s got her, but don’t worry, he looks just like you so I’m sure she’ll find her accommodations to her liking,” she retorted with a smirk.

Sam’s heart lunged in his chest and his mind began whirring with endless possibilities of escalating dread. Had you been deceived and captured by a shifter pretending to be him? Were you being hurt or tortured by someone who looked exactly like him? How would you ever be able to look at him the same way again? Of course, you’d know it wasn’t Sam but the damage would still be done. You would forever remember his face as that of someone who once hurt you, who tried to kill you. That is, if Sam could make it to you in time.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see her one last time. That’s actually why I’m here, to take you to her when the time is right,” the shifter added casually.

“I will end your miserable fucking life! Tell me where she is right now!” Sam roared before pressing the blade further into her neck, the veins in his forearms ready to burst through his skin.

“Hey, hey! Sammy, ease up! We need her alive, alright?” Dean bounded over to his brother and after quite the struggle, managed to assuage him enough to release his vice grip and replace it with silver chains that shackled her to a chair.

“Sam, maybe we should also be asking ‘why’,” Dean mused as he fastened the end of a chain against one of the beds.

With a shake of his head, Sam avowed through grinding teeth, “I don’t fucking care. I have to get to her.”

“And what if it’s a trap?”

“Then I’ll find her myself.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief as he turned to his usually wise and level-headed little brother, “Oh yeah, and how’re you gonna do that? Where would you even start?”

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed in exasperation. Then, after a pause of desperate deliberation alleged, “Shifters like to make their lairs in sewers, right?”

Taking a step closer, Dean maintained his challenging tone, “So what are you gonna do, just wade through the entire town’s shit and piss until you find her?!”

“If that's what it takes, then yes!” Sam looked like he was about to eat his brother alive.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” shifter Y/N interfered from her seated position before them, raising her chin to meet Sam’s eyes, “Don’t worry, handsome, I can tell you she feels the same way. But unfortunately, by the time you get to her, I don’t think she’ll be able to tell you herself. In fact, you’ll probably hardly recognize her anymore… so you might want to keep me around, if only as a souvenir of your soon-to-be-dead girlfriend.”

Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. Despite looking like a carbon copy of you, the evil gleam in the shifter’s eyes made her easily differentiable, and so Sam held back nothing when he lunged across the distance, knife in hand ready to do some real damage. However, Dean pounced with him, having predicted his brother’s violent eruption and felt his shaking wrath, knowing a little too well just how rash he could be when it came to you. Still, it took all of Dean’s strength to pull Sam back, sending him a stern but knowing look once he did.

“Sam, stop!” His low voice rumbled as he went into authoritative big brother mode, “Listen to me, you wanna save Y/N? Well so do I, but this is not how we do it! Now I know it’s hard, but I need you to calm down, alright?”

Sam’s massive chest was practically at his chin as he heaved ginormous breaths. Though his body language was still offensive, his hazel eyes were filled with fear and devastation when they looked toward his brother, “Dean, if I don't get to her in time, I’ll...” Clenching his jaw, Sam made a fruitless attempt to calm his tremoring frame and quell his tumultuous emotions. What would he do? Sam wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that every cell in his being was currently screaming at him to get to you, to make sure you were safe and soothe away any of your pain. There was nothing he wouldn’t give in that moment to simply know you were alright and to hold you in his arms. He knew you could look after yourself, but for once he had a terrifying feeling that even you were in over your head, that you might actually need him this time, and he’d be fucking damned if he let you down.

“Woah! Hey, hey! Sammy, look at me! That ain’t gonna happen, alright? We’re gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna bring her home in one piece, you hear me? We’re the Winchesters, man! We’ve faced the end of the world. What’s a couple of shifters got on us?”

‘You,’ Sam thought, ‘They’ve got you.’ But he appreciated Dean’s pep talk nonetheless and nodded in response as a fresh surge of determination swelled within him.

“Alright then,” Dean nodded as well, “Why don’t you let me give her a go?”

As Dean’s silver blade cut into the detained shapeshifter, Sam flinched with every moan and howl of agony. He knew it wasn’t you, but she still had your voice and your perfect face. Yet not a second was wasted on the feeling of relief when they finally managed to get a location out of her. Sam nearly tripped over himself in his haste as he snatched the Impala’s keys and his gun before flying out of the room with a jumbled order for Dean to stay with the monster.

“Well, if you’re not gonna admit your feelings for the giant lumberjack, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should stop yapping and get to prettying you up for that first and last date of yours, huh?” Shifter Sam prodded your cheek with a switchblade.

You said nothing. At this point, you had a sneaking suspicion that physical pain might be more bearable than the psychological torment your imprisoner had been so keen on. It was one thing for you to torture yourself by entertaining the slim possibility that Sam might return your feelings for him, but to hear such outrageous perceptions from a creature who could read the inside of his mind like a paperback novel, and conveyed with such tantalizing conviction… well, it just about broke you.

And knowing that the shifter was yearning to coax a confession out of you simply to cause Sam as much anguish as possible made you more resolute about your refusal to submit, beyond the need to protect your own sanity.

One shiner and a slash to the thigh later, however, you heard a loud clash. Shifter Sam paused his handiwork and began to turn around, “Could your knight be here ahead of schedule?”

‘Dammit,’ you thought. The Winchesters were usually capable of being stealthy when necessary but in case it really was the sound of them making a blunder or encountering some other form of resistance, you figured you’d buy them a distraction.

“Wait, wait! You’re right, OK? Maybe I do feel something for Sam, but even if I told him, I think you’re forgetting… This is Sam fucking Winchester we’re talking about here. He’s been tortured by the devil himself. You really think killing me is going do much damage?”

Your abductor had now given you his full attention, leering at you with a sly smile, so you continued, “Besides, you picked a fight with the Winchesters; don't expect to live to see tomorrow.”

Right on cue, a hulking blur of hair and plaid came barreling in, growling ferally as he grabbed the shifter and threw more than one brutal punch against what appeared to be his own face. The silver ring on Sam’s hand made contact with skin and his shifter counterpart groaned in pain.

You nearly forgot about your ceaseless work of untying the rope that cuffed your wrists together as your looked on in shock. Why Sam hadn’t just shot him with a silver bullet was beyond you. He was smarter than this. There was no need to drag out a monster’s death if a more efficient option existed. But as he continued to engage his clone in hand-to-hand combat, it appeared almost as if he was venting his frustrations on the shifter, as if he drank up every ounce of hurt he was able to inflict. But his high only lasted so long and shifter Sam soon regained his balance, making use of his supernatural invulnerability and superior strength.

“Sam!” you screamed as the shifter threw him across the room.

He tumbled up just in time as the shifter meandered over, “So nice of you to join us, Sam. You know, Y/N here was just telling me about-“

Sam didn’t wait for him to finish, choosing instead to tackle him to the floor with a loud grunt. While they wrestled on the ground, you worked furiously at the knots behind you, wincing with every hit Sam took though it was becoming hard to tell them apart.

When Sam finally drew his gun, the shifter was able to divert its barrel and a shot rang out futilely. Catching a subsequent elbow to the ribs had Sam falling to his knees and you watched in horror as shifter Sam once again gained the upper hand, sending the gun flying out of Sam’s grasp. The binding around your wrists was just about undone when Sam seized a stray rusty pipe and swung it against his counterfeit. Shifter Sam was incapacitated for a brief instant but quickly returned to form with some vicious hooks and a couple of well-placed knees.

With your hands finally free of their restraints, you staggered over to the gun, the chair still attached at your ankles. As you took aim, you shouted, “Sam, get down!” before you shot his mirror image through the heart.

Sighing, you slumped to your hands and knees whilst the real Sam sat up with his back against a wall, gaping at you with a look of awe. Yet before he even caught his breath, he was up and gliding toward you, cradling his left wrist at an awkward angle.

“Sam, your wrist!”

“It’s fine, are you OK?” he swiftly dismissed your concern, cupping your face with his good hand as he examined the darkening bruise around your eye.

You ignored the palpitations in your chest and placed a hand upon his wrist, “Yeah, I’m fine. He wasted more time playing mind games than anything. You know villains and their monologues,” you joked, trying to ease his tension and the deluded self-imposed guilt you knew he must’ve been brewing in.

As if to prove your point, Sam lamented, “God, I’m so sorry. I should have known. I should have gotten here sooner.”

“What? No! They were miles ahead of us, Sam. The whole thing was a set up; this was their hunt. How could you have known?”

Rather than replying, he released a breath and busied himself trying to help you out of your binding.

Back at the motel, after icing your eye and stitching up your thigh, you insisted on re-wrapping Sam’s wrist while Dean took care of shifter Y/N’s remains. But when the older Winchester returned and spied you and his brother sitting together on a bed through a crack in the door, he couldn’t resist the chance to exercise his espionage skills.

“How did you know she wasn’t me anyway?” you asked as you gently wound the ace bandage around Sam’s swollen forearm.

“I just…” He looked down at your nimble fingers upon his skin and smiled unwittingly at their tender touch, “had a feeling.”

Sam’s sunflower gaze locked onto yours for a frozen instant and something about his soft expression made you forget what words were, until he cleared his throat, “Did you um- did you know he wasn’t me?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, smiling for some strange reason. Perhaps you were just glad to see his trademark twinkle return to those otherworldly eyes. “Pretty soon after actually. I… had a feeling too.”

Sam’s dimples made every ache in your body disappear as that twinkle glistened in full force, “And how’d you know which one to shoot?”

Well, that dampened your mood and brought you back to the task at hand, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you kept grimacing every time you used your left wrist?” Although your words had a bitter force behind them, the pressure beneath your fingertips never increased and Sam had almost completely forgotten about his pain.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of your struggle to reconcile with what had happened since his question prompted a restored and growing frustration.

It had been bugging you the whole time and you felt compelled to confront him about it because storming in alone with a bad wrist, ready to throw hands with an out-of-his-league monster was really not Sam’s style. Something must’ve gotten into him and with everything the shifter had told you, you couldn’t help but wonder. Nevertheless, you were a little afraid of how he might answer, so Dean had to lean in closer to hear your next words.

“Why didn’t you just shoot him?”

“W-what do you mean?” Sam stammered out after a pause.

“Sam, you have a broken wrist, but instead of sending Dean or using your gun from the get-go, you came in like a madman and went after him with your fists!” Your voice was full of incredulity though it also carried an undertone of anger.

As Sam picked up on that reproachful tone, you could almost feel the telltale signs of his puppy dog eyes coming on. “He used my face to deceive you, to hurt you. They manipulated us. I had to- ...I mean, he killed those women just to get us here. He had it coming!”

Your hopes plummeted. Of course, Sam was ever the righteous man. Why would you assume his brashness had been purely born out of a need to avenge you? Though regardless of his reason, you were still upset about his self-destructing behavior, “Yeah, but you had to have realized you were in no position to be the one to give it to him, right? I mean, you might’ve looked the same but he was juiced up on monster superpowers, Sam… which meant he was stronger and faster, not to mention uninjured, in his own territory, and apparently the only one with a sound plan.”

A breath of laughter left Sam’s lips though there was no smile on his face. Here he’d been on a mission to save you, but you were the one who’d ended up saving him, again. You must’ve thought he was comically stupid and pathetically useless. How could he possibly think he was worthy of you? “I guess I should thank you for saving my ass again, huh?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I mean. Sam, you’re the one who saved me! And I’m beyond grateful for it, really I am. I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself more in the process.” You finally finished up with his wrist wrap, securing the final ends with a clip, and letting your hands linger on his for longer than necessary, momentarily distracted by the disparity of size between them. Sam didn’t appear uncomfortable though, as his fingers twitched closer to yours and he made no move to pull away.

He couldn’t help but smile again when he noticed the sincere concern in your eyes that was previously absent in the shifter’s. “Yeah well, what was it you once said to me? ‘Your ass will always be worth it’?”

“And if I remember correctly, you once told me you don’t do things on hunts that make your injuries worse,” you quoted him back with an arched brow.

“Yeah well, I guess this is payback. Now you know how I felt.” A playful grin made his dimples deepen and you clenched your jaw to refrain from gushing over the ridiculous cuteness of this ‘giant lumberjack’.

“You’re an idiot.”

“As long as you’re OK,” Sam answered assuredly, and you nearly melted when his free hand caressed your cheek for the second time that day, big thumb tracing a feather-light path below the purpled skin.

‘You’re both fucking idiots,’ Dean groaned internally from the other side of the door. He knew he had no choice but to up his game.

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classicshawtyy · 3 years ago

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Roasted Coffee

(Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: spencer meets a waitress that works at a small coffee shop in Quantico and they quickly fall for each other

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: discussion of abuse, abusive language, discussion of violence

A/n: Hey guys! This is gonna be my first series and i’m super excited. I just wanted to clarify that y/n works at the same cafe but in another state iykwim. I’m also not sure of a posting schedule but i’ll tell you guys as soon as I figure it out. If you guys have any ideas or constructive criticism, please feel free to message me!

Chapter 1

New Beginnings

y/n’s POV:

About a month ago, I had moved to Quantico, a small town in Prince William County. It’s a pretty quiet town compared to Las Vegas, the city I had grown up in. Now, I’m 3,727.5 km away from what I left behind and what i’ll never return to. If I had stayed there, I 100% believe that I’d be dead right about now, here’s why…

It started about almost two months into our relationship. He would pass snarky comments like “Are you really gonna wear that” when we’d go out on a date. Or sometimes, he’d even make me change my whole outfit because it was a little too revealing for his liking. At the time, I had thought nothing of it because I thought he was just being a little over protective, and boy, was I wrong.

The fourth month into our relationship, he asked me to move in with him, which I gladly agreed to. At the time, our relationship was going quite well despite the rapid pace. All until it wasn’t anymore. You see, I worked at ‘The Night Cafe’ a small coffee shop chain that’s quickly spreading across the US. Since the sole purpose of the cafe was for people to come at night, I’d often find myself leaving very late, being the one who would close up. This led to a lot of things, one of which was being suspected for cheating by my now, abusive ex boyfriend. I’ve never cheated once in my life and I live by that. But no matter what I said or did, in his eyes, I was a cheater.

July 29 was the first time he hit me. It was my birthday. I had gone out with some friends to celebrate and he was not happy about that. My friends had noticed that I was acting more distant and I seemed ‘off’.

“Y/n are you alright?” Alice whispered. She was waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask me. Now that the others had gone to the bar to get more drinks, she couldn’t miss her shot.

I’ve known Alice since we were kids. She’d always been there for me when I needed her and vice versa. She was like a sister to me and knew me better than myself. We met on the first day of kindergarten, being close ever since.

“Yea,” I said looking down into a once rainbow drink that had turned a dull reddish tint.

“Y/n I know you, you’re my best friend. Something is wrong, tell me what happened.”

“He isn’t the same, something changed in him,” I replied. Something did change but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Y/n i’m so sorry I had no idea. Did he hurt you?! I swear to god I’ll kill him!” She said, her voice getting angrier with a tone of concern.

“No, not yet.”

“Oh.” Is all she said before the rest of the girls came back with bright-coloured drinks in their hands.

“I better get going, Michael’s probably waiting for me,” I said grabbing my purse and standing up once they all got to the table.

Michael. A name that once brought me so much joy.

“Noooooo stay!!” They all groaned except for Alice.

“Yea come on, it’s your birthday,” said another one.

“I’m really sorry ladies, I gotta go,” I said giving them a little smile, hoping I didn’t disappoint them too much.

“Ok, stay safe,” Alice chimed in before giving me a side hug.

I had tried extending my night out as much as possible because I was simply scared of what was waiting for me at home. I had every right to be.

July 30, and I had a big, now purple bruise on the left side of my face. I called in sick that week.

August, the sixth and last month of dating. The violence had gotten more frequent. He would take all his rage out on me, a 5’6 24 year old. He’d hit me and the tell me he loves me and that it’ll never happen again but I always find myself in the same situation not even a day later. I was not a victim, I could see now that he was indeed a misogynistic person and that none of it was my fault. If iId ever argue back, there were two things that could happen; physical abuse or mental abuse. When it comes to mental abuse, he’d always have the same responses:

You’re a whore, you’re too sensitive, you deserved it, no one is ever gonna believe you…

Those words felt like bullets in my chest. I even found myself believing them sometimes.

The threats started when I told him I would leave. Like I told Alice, he changed. It wasn’t the same as when we first started dating. I didn’t feel the spark anymore, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t either. I don’t think he saw me as a person but merely as an object, a possession.

“If you leave, I’ll kill you AND your family,” he’d say, or sometimes even “I’ll kill myself if you leave.”

I was honestly scared that I’d die. That he would kill me and my family.

I left. I thought about telling my friends, family and Alice. Oh Alice, how I miss her. The truth is, I’d put myself and them all in danger if I told them where I was going. So I just packed up my things and left without a trace. No one would ever find me, or so I thought…

It’s now October 3rd and I’m finally safe.

I’m working the night shift at ‘The Night Cafe’ the small chain restaurant in Quantico, Virginia when a tall, slender man walks through the door:

He had dark brown eyes and sharp features. He was pretty handsome actually. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt with a dark blue tie.

It’s quite late resulting in a number of empty tables. Yeah, it’s a night cafe but let’s be honest, people don’t usually come at 12. I greeted the exhausted looking man with a warm smile then sat him down at a table. I brought him a coffee right away.

“Rough day?” I asked placing the hot beverage on his assigned table.

“Yep, just finished a tough case,” he replied quickly, realizing I had no idea what he’s talking about.

“Are you an FBI agent or something?” I joked.

“Yes, I actually am,” he said before taking a sip of his drink.

“Mind if I sit down?” I asked with a shocked but intrigued expression on my face.

“Not at all, aren’t you working though?” he replied.

“My shift ended- I check my watch to see that it’s already 12:34pm “-about 15 minutes ago,”

That night, my college Kyra decided that she’d stay late and close up so that I can get some well needed rest for the following day.

“So what’s an FBI agent doing here so late at night?”

“Well I’m actually a doctor, I have three PHD’s in mathematics, chemistry and engineering.” He said, while looking up to meet my eyes

“So you’re basically a genius?” I asked.

“Well technically, yes. Actually, I can read 20,000 words per minute, I have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory,” he replied.

“So, Dr. Genius, what’s your name?”

“Spencer Reid”

“Well, It’s very nice to meet you Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“Likewise uhh…”

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n.”

“I’ll see you around y/n y/l/n,” he said with a genuine but tired smile.

I left the cafe that night with a grin on my face.

A/n: Sorry for the short chapter. Don’t worry thought i’m just getting started ;)

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 4 years ago

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Nev, Max, Help!-Nate Jacobs Oneshot

Requested: Yes

Warnings: aggressiveness and rudeness from Nate and a brief panic attack scene

A/N: The reader is gender neutral since the requester did not specify what they wanted and I did not want to disrespect the storyline from the show. Also, it’s a long one.

For once, Amy Winehouse’s low, melancholy voice did nothing to soothe my nerves as I typed what I was looking for in the designated box. “Love is a Losing Game” was definitely not the best song for the mood but I loved her voice so much; it was like a really messed up security blanket for me. My thumbs shook as I kept typing and quickly deleting my words.

Someone to have fun with.

No, that’ll bring every single creep to my profile.

Someone to watch Netflix with.

Ew, no, they won’t want to go anywhere or do anything.

Someone to discuss Maya Angelou with...

This could go one of two ways: attract a sensitive, nice person or the ultimate softboi who was really just an f-boy in a sensible cardigan.

Okay, Y/N, just add to it.

...and have adventures, great conversations, and watch the best movies.

That seemed broad enough and, potentially, weeded out all the weirdos. Patti Stanger would approve of this. I took such a deep breath that I could feel the oxygen in my feet as I pressed the green check mark. An adorable buffering sign appeared before being quickly replaced by a CONGRATULATIONS, Y/N/N, ON COMPLETING YOUR PROFILE.

The air came out of me slowly, like a balloon, and I tried to make myself relax as I swiped through different matches. One person was too short, the other too tall, another had way too many pictures with reptiles in his profile, and one’s bio simply read: DM and you’ll find out.

Serial killer much?

“That’s part of your problem, Y/N,” Jules had chastised me a few day prior.

“What do you mean by ‘part’?” I’d replied.

“Well, for one, you barely leave the house anymore unless I drag you out,” Jules argued.

“I’m busy,” I’d defended.

“Rewatching Breaking Bad for the eighth time does not count as being busy. Plus, you’re so picky.”

“Am not!”

“You said you’d only do DiCaprio in his Great Gatsby days,” Rue had added.

“Did you see him in that suit?”

Jules then shrugged. “All I’m saying is if you aren’t careful, you will end up all alone.”

“That’s not true, Y/N might get cats.”

That conversation had haunted me since and had driven me to making a dating profile after the required Saturday night family dinner. While my parents and brother were downstairs watching a movie, I was holed up in my room, cringing and regretting accepting any chat requests.

Half an hour on the app caused the images of various male genitalia to be burned into my mind. I would need my brain soaked in holy water for it to be erased. I huffed and kept scrolling, vainly hoping and wishing for a decent guy to pop up on my radar.

Maybe Jules and Rue were wrong. Maybe I had all the right in the world to be picky, I thought harshly to myself.

I dropped my phone on my nightstand and flopped against my pillows as Me and Mr. Jones began playing. I sighed and felt myself being lulled into the comforting abyss Amy created.

Ding!

I jumped out and glared at the source of the noise. Another chat request, another picture to ruin my young brain?

“Be positive, Y/N, this might be good,” I stated as I grabbed the phone.

Tyler wants to chat!

I frowned and opened up the app, only to be met with the most sculpted six-pack I had ever seen. My heart began banging against my chest and my thumbs fumbled for a moment to answer the chat request.

Whoosh.

My stomach dropped as I stared at my first chat to Tyler: Shg.ismtle

I’m. Going. To. Die. Alone.

I quickly typed: Please ignore that, I’m so sorry!

Seconds later, my phone dinged.

Tyler: Really? I thought you were trying to send me a secret code and I liked that we were that cool already.

This was not real, this could not be happening. Tyler had to be a bot, that was why he didn’t show his face in his profile. Bots were supposed to have a hard time recognizing and creating faces, right?

But, on the off chance Tyler was real, it would have been rude to leave the conversation so abruptly?

Y/N: Who knows? Maybe it was a secret code and I’m just testing you.

Tyler: Ok, let me guess what it means.

Tyler: Hi?

Y/N: Haha, you really thought I’d use such a simple code as a first message?

Tyler: It’s my bad for underestimating u. I should have known u were smarter since you read Maya Angelou.

Y/N: U a fan?

Tyler: “You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”

He knows Angelou? He could have Googled a quote though. Still, it’s a good quote to use if he had Googled it.

Y/N: Nice, but, doesn’t get u out of the guessing game.

As Tyler helplessly guessed wrong for several minutes, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I used to think online dating was a last resort or a breeding ground for predators. But, maybe there were decent people looking for something (or someone) meaningful after all.

Tyler: I give up, you’re really good.

Y/N: Thx. But, I can tell you what I meant to say.

Tyler: The suspense is srsly kiilling me.

Y/N: I meant 2 say hey.

Tyler: I guessed that!

Y/N: No, u guessed ‘hi’, there’s a difference.

Tyler: C’mon, barely.

For the rest of the night, Tyler and I chatted. He told me that he plays baseball at a school across town and he doesn’t like anyone around there. He liked John Mulaney stand-up, lemon bars, going to the gym, hanging out with his friends, and reading good books. He was an only child and his parents tended to spoil him. I told him about my friends and how I liked being on the swim team at my school as well as the different YouTubers and books I enjoyed. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of talking to him.

On Monday, Jules and Rue were hanging out outside the school as other people either headed to class or relaxed on the lawn. I could not stop my feet from bouncing as I walked up to them.

“...and that is why Sailor Mercury is the most underrated character of the whole show,” Jules affrimed.

Rue seemed halfway interested as her head nodded slowly underneath the hood of her burgundy hoodie. “Cool, all I asked was who’s your favorite but, cool.”

Jules rolled her eyes playfully and straightened up when she saw me. “Hey, Y/N, nice shirt.”

“Thanks.” I wore a sky blue tie dye shirt with ripped jeans and white Converse.

Rue leaned forward and squinted at me. “You’re not wearing black, something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, she’s obviously been influenced by me!” Jules teased as she wrapped a slim arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, you can only hang out with this literal rainbow human so long before she starts influencing your outfit choices.”

We started heading inside, which was really just Jules and me dragging Rue into the building.

“But I don’t wanna be here. It’s so stupid that I have to wait six more months before I can legally decide where I spend my time,” Rue muttered.

“It’s fine, you have us!” Jules insisted.

“Yup!” I agreed.

“Hey, Y/N, Rue, Jules!” Cassie greeted as she sidled up next to me.

We all greeted her.

“Have a good weekend?” Rue asked.

“Yeah, there was this great party that Nick Davis threw. I swear, everyone there was on acid.” Cassie stopped herself and bit her bottom lip. “Sorry---”

Rue shook her head. “It’s fine.”

“How were yours?” Cassie asked as we continued to our lockers.

“Fine,” Jules said.

Rue shrugged in response.

I opened my mouth to reply when my phone beeped and I wrestled it out of my pocket.

Tyler: Is it 2 late 4 a good morning text?

I smiled.

“You’re so cheesy,” I muttered under my breath.

“Who’s that?” Cassie asked, peeking over my shoulder.

I jumped and cradled my phone to my chest like it was my child. “No one.”

Jules pulled open her locker and cocked a bleached eyebrow. “‘No one’ does not cause huge smiles like that!” She jabbed a sparkly-manicured finger at me.

“Yeah, show us,” Rue said. “We are your friends.”

“It’s nothing,” I insisted as I weaved around them.

I pushed myself against my locker and managed to open it with my free hand. Rue was on one side of me and Cassie was on the other.

“Is it a boy?” Cassie sang.

“Or a girl?” Rue questioned.

“It’s none of your business,” I gritted out as I grabbed my necessary books.

As I shuffled the books in my arms, Jules came from behind and slipped my phone away from me. I gasped, whirled around, and watched as Rue tried to look at the phone while Cassie playfully blocked me.

“Guys, this is not cool! This is such a serious invasion of privacy,” I argued as I tried to move around Cassie.

“We’re besties, there’s no such thing as privacy!” Jules retorted.

“Wow, Y/N, these are so----” Jules cut Rue off.

“Adorable!” Jules squealed and turned to face me.

Cassie took the opportunity to glance at my phone and she smiled. “Aw, this Tyler guy sounds so sweet.”

I snatched my phone from Jules. “Well, now you know. Can we please go to class now?”

As the other girls grabbed their things from their lockers, I got out my phone to reply to Tyler.

Y/N: It’s never too late...until noon technically.

Somehow, I started wandering away from the girls until I ran into someone. I tried to jump away, but they grabbed me by the forearms.

“I am so sorry, I should have looked where I was going---” I stopped speaking when I recognized Nate’s direct gaze on me. I was pretty tall but I always felt like he could throw me into the lockers if he wanted to.

“Watch it, Y/N,” he muttered.

“Nate, let go of them,” Maddy chided, her hand resting against one of his arms.

She seemed to have the magic touch because he relaxed and I joined my friends. As the couple continued down the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire them. In a very messed up way, they worked. Kat had told me only a little about what Nate would do whenever Maddy upset him and I felt so bad for her, angry at him, and then conflicted. Nate just had to have that stereotypical amazing all-American look.

“You okay, Y/N?” Cassie asked.

“Yeah, is it weird that I can still feel his eyes on me even when he’s not looking?” I asked.

“No, his need for dominance permeates everyone’s sense of autonomy,” Rue assured.

“Nice,” Jules said.

“And scary accurate,” Cassie added.

Jule looped her arm with mine and steered us in the direction of our first classes. “Anyway, if he tries anything, I’m sure Tyler would gladly kick his butt for you.”

Throughout the day, Tyler and I chatted and I even had to get creative with responding. In English, I kept my head down during quiet reading time and made sure my phone was positioned just right in my lap. During geometry, I told Mrs. Packer that I was having some digestive issues and spent most of the class outside the bathroom, texting Tyler. At lunch, I could barely focus on my friends’ conversation.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N?” Lexi waved her hand in front of my face and I blinked.

“Sorry, I was----”

“Texting her boooyfriiiend,” Jules sang.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just talking.” I started poking at my sandwich. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing, just the fact that I nearly blew up the school during chem,” Cassie said.

“Magnesium chloride isn’t an explosive,” Lexi argued.

“Well, the tube overflowed and everyone was freaking out,” Cassie argued.

“Yeah, because magnesium chloride can have bad side effects,” Lexi continued.

“I wonder what would happen if the school exploded and we weren’t all here? Would they have to give us our diplomas?” I thought outloud.

“Ooh, and I could go to fashion school early!” Jules cheered.

“I’d be happy not coming here anymore,” Rue admitted.

It was quiet for a moment as we all ate but that quiet was broken when Maddy yelled.

“WHO ARE YOU TEXTING?”

I couldn’t help myself but look. Maddy was standing behind Nate, who was sitting with his teammates at the center table. Bebe and Kat flanked Maddy a little behind. Everyone stared at them. Nate’s jaw tightened.

“Maddy, calm down,” his relaxed, controlled voice nearly echoed in the silent cafeteria.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU’VE BEEN ON YOUR PHONE ALL DAY!” she snapped.

“Maddy---”

“ARE YOU TEXTING OTHER GIRLS?” Maddy shouted.

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” Nate asked.

Maddy sighed. “Are you gonna let me see your phone?”

“Maddy, we need to talk.”

“Don’t talk to me again.”

Before Nate could respond, Maddy dumped the contents of her lunch tray over his head and threw the tray aside. Kat and Bebe followed her as she strutted out of the cafeteria amid the shocked gasps.

“I’m gonna go check on her,” Cassie whispered.

We all nodded and she quietly exited the room. As I stared at Nate, the supposed king of the school, drenched in soggy salad and fat-free milk, I wondered why he could never stay broken up with Maddy. Their relationship was not just toxic, it was volatile. Their breakups were always public and outrageous, but they always ended up back together. No one questioned it either. I never understood why people could continue to choose relationship they knew was bad over pursuing something new. I told Tyler as much that night.

Y/N: It’s like those dogs that get killed by electric fences because they keep walking into them.

Tyler: U have a good point, but, that couple’s relationship is more complicated than u think.

Y/N: Probably, but, it doesn’t look that way. They hurt each other a lot.

Tyler: How do u know?

Y/N: Bc I’ve seen it. I don’t mean 2 b judgy, but, I could never be in a relationship like that.

Tyler: Well, I don’t think anyone would b if they knew it would b bad.

Y/N: Good point. But, why would they get back together so much?

Tyler: Idk them, but, it could b bc it’s familiar and it’s what they know.

Y/N: Still, it’s messed up.

Tyler: Yeah, but I don’t wanna talk abt them anymore.

Y/N: K, what do u wanna talk abt?

A few seconds later, Tyler sent me a picture so graphically beautiful that I was convinced I passed out.

The next day, I showed Rue and Jules the picture during break time.

“Holy crap!” Jules took my phone and leaned into it for closer inspection.

“Tyler is packing,” Rue agreed.

Jules slid my phone back to me. “You haven’t replied to him?” “No, and he hasn’t talked to me at all today.”

“He’s probably expecting a reply that’s similar to what he sent,” Rue said.

My face warmed up. “I can’t send him nudes,” I hissed.

“Why not? It’s like the greeting cards of our generation,” Jules stated.

“Really? You’d send your grandparents a greeting card of your naked body?” I replied sarcastically.

“Relax, if you’re uncomfortable, we can help you,” Jules assured.

“We can?” Rue asked.

“We can.” Jules gave her a look and Rue relaxed.

“It’s still weird, but, I guess you guys can come over after school.”

“Sweet! Your mom still bakes cookies for you after school, right?” Jules asked.

I nodded.

“She might stop once she learns her darling favorite older child is sending nudes,” Rue snorted as she spoke.

I recoiled in my seat, taking a second to bask in the sun’s warmth. “Don’t remind me.”

After swim practice, once my teammates left the locker room, I eyed my naked form in the mirror. I had nothing to be ashamed of, really, thanks to all the swimming, but, I just felt weird being naked in front of people. There was something so vulnerable about it, like, being on display in a museum or lying on a cold surgery table. But, online dating was supposed to get me out of my comfort zone and I’d found someone who’d made me feel comfortable enough to do it. With this resolve, I changed into a hoodie and some sweatpants and left the school. It was dusk and I typically walked home after practice since it wasn’t far. Plus, I’d told Jules and Rue to just go to my house after school.

The late breeze rippled past me and I dug my hands into my pants’ pockets as I started walking towards the parking lot. There was barely anyone around, except stoners hotboxing their cars, some couples making out, and dance team members and football players getting out of practice.

I kept my head down as I maneuvered around the few cars and people around. It felt like someone could spot what I was about to do once I got home and it was nervewracking. All I had to do was get home, let Jules make me look even better, take these pictures, and never thinking of it again.

“Something on your mind, Y/N?” Nate called.

I froze and snapped my head up to look at him. He was leaning against his truck, looking like a model for Ford in only a tshirt and jeans. Ford should hire him.

“No, not really,” I said.

I started to side step the truck, eyeing the sidewalk that was only a few yards away as though it was a lifeline.

“Get in,” Nate ordered.

I paused and looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“I see you walking home all the time, let me do you a favor, one athlete to another.” Nate was about halfway in the driver’s seat of the car and all I could do was stare.

“We’ve...never really talked before,” I stated.

“We can talk during the drive.”

I stepped back and my eyes flittered around, like the best decision would hit me in the face. Then, I saw Maddy across the lot. She was standing with a couple of dance team girls, including Cassie. She stared me down as though daring me to do it. I glanced from her to Nate, who started the engine loudly.

I quickly climbed into the passenger’s seat and stared into Maddy’s reflection in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“How do you know where I live?” I asked.

“You forgot that I gave you a ride before?” Nate asked.

“When?”

“After Cassie’s sweet sixteen. You blacked out, your friends were panicking, and I offered to take you home. For some reason, you remembered your address,” Nate recalled.

“Oh, thanks?”

“Sure.”

We pulled up to my house a few minutes later, Lil Wayne bragging about his conquests filling the quiet. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed my bag.

“Thanks for the ride, this one, I mean, I owe you,” I said.

“Yeah, see you around, Y/N.”

I closed the door and headed inside.

“I’m home!” I called.

My mom poked her head out from the kitchen. “Y/N, how was school and practice?”

“Fine.”

“Was that Nate Jacobs outside?”

I hesitated.

How did she know what Nate’s truck looked like? “Yeah, he gave me a ride today.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Rue and Jules are waiting for you in your room. They took the cookies with them.”

I nodded and went to my room. As soon as I walked in, they bombarded me with questions.

“Why did Nate give you a ride?” Rue asked.

“What did you guys talk about?” Jules inquired.

“Don’t you hate him?”

“He’s kind of a dick, but, unfortunately, super good looking.”

“Did Maddy see?”

“Do you think she’s gonna kill you?”

“Guys, I don’t know but I do know that if you do not take amazing pictures of me with no clothes on soon, I will delete my entire profile,” I interrupted.

They both nodded.

“But, we will ask for details later,” Jules insisted.

“Okay, but, please give me a cookie, I’ll need it to get through this.”

Rue extended the plate towards me and I bit into the melty goodness as Jules began doing my makeup. It was simple, only bringing out my best features. I made them both turn around as I undressed. Once I had, Jules encouraged me.

“You look amazing, I would be shocked if he didn’t jizz in his pants,” Jules said.

“Lower your voice, Y/B/N can only play Five Nights at Freddy’s so loud,” I hissed.

Jules held her hands up and Rue direct me to lay on the bed, my phone held up in front of her.

“Okay, look sexy,” Rue said.

I tried to smolder, but, by their expressions, I did not achieve it.

“No, like, pout your lips, like, you just heard that TheOdd1sOut is not uploading for a month,” Jules directed.

“And give the camera bedroom eyes, you know, as though it’s Tyler.”

“Okay.” After a few pictures, I slowly got the hang of it and even started posing a little naturally.

“Oh my gosh, Tyra is shook!” Jules cheered.

“Yeah, these are pretty good if I do say so myself.” Rue handed me my phone and I flipped through the pictures.

She was a talented photogrpaher and I joked that maybe she should go professional.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’d have a nice clientele.”

I laughed as I changed back into my hoodie and sweatpants. “Okay, help me pick one to send.”

Jules took my phone and she and Rue began scrolling.

“No, the lighting’s off in this one,” Jules muttered.

“No, it’s never off in any of these,” Rue argued.

“I’m not shading your talent, I’m just trying to find the best thing for Y/N to send Tyler.”

After a little more bickering, we all agreed on the picture and I sent it to Tyler.

“Should I follow it up with something?” I asked.

“Maybe say ‘Wrong person’? Guys want what other guys want,” Jules suggested.

“Or say ‘Sorry for the late reply’,” Rue added.

“I’ll go with Rue’s, sorry, Jules.”

Jules shrugged.

I sent everything off and my friends and I watched as Tyler typed a response.

Tyler: It was worth the wait ;).

We squealed so loud that my mom yelled for us to keep it down. We apologized as we descended into a fit of giggles. Through it all, I could not help but feel so bouncy and light all over. Was I...falling for this total stranger?

“What do you think he looks like?” Jules asked during lunch later that week.

I shrugged. “It’s different every day, if that makes sense.”

“I guess that’s the nice thing about interacting with someone who doesn’t show their face,” Jules thought outloud.

“How do you see him now?” Lexi asked.

I sighed. “Right now, I think he’s tall, six feet at least. He’s got a mix of blonde and brown hair like a surfer because it’s lightened from all the time he’s spent in the sun. He has green eyes, freckles, and he dresses well.”

“Sounds amazing,” Jules said as she rest her chin in her hand.

Rue nodded slowly. “You’re not nervous or anything?”

“No, this is so cheesy, but, I feel like I know him, you know? He’s so easy to talk to and has so much to say.”

“Y/N’s blushing,” Jules teased. “Do you love him?”

“I really, really, really, like him.”

“Do you think you’ll meet soon?” Lexi asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, neither of us has brought it up.”

“Well, it just matters that you’re comfortable, okay?” Rue said.

“Okay.”

If I was honest, I did not know if I wanted to meet Tyler. I knew that I liked him more than I liked anyone before, but, there was something strange about breaking this wall the internet provided us. It was freer to talk on the internet than it was in person. What if I said something stupid in front of him? What if he thought that I looked different in person? What if he looked different in person?

I managed to keep these thoughts at bay for the rest of the day until I got home. Post-dinner had been officially declared Talk to Tyler Time. None of my family knew what I was doing besides blasting Amy Winehouse in my room for about an hour. My laugh nearly overpowered her high note in “Best Friends, Right?”. I had to blink away my happy tears as I replied to him.

Y/N: That did not happen! Tyler: Yes it did! Do u want 2 c the scar????

Y/N: No, I think I’m good.

I wiped away my tears and settled under the covers. I wondered if his friends would agree that Tyler gets into some weird situations as well. Just as I started typing, Tyler beat me.

Tyler: I want 2 meet u.

The speed that I launched my phone away from me almost shocked me more than the text.

Almost.

My heartbeat thrummed in my ears. This was it, I knew I couldn’t avoid him much longer, but, I felt like I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at my phone like it was the most offensive object in the world. Slowly, I regained mobility and grabbed my phone. I took a deep breath.

“Take a chance, Y/L/N,” I whispered.

Y/N: When and where?

“You’re meeting him tonight?” Jules squealed the next day.

I hushed her as people in the hallway paused to look at us. “Not so loud.” “But this is so exciting. Please let me help you decide what to wear,” Jules pleaded with a pout.

“Sure,” I said.

Jules hugged me. “This is going to be so fun. I won’t go crazy with glitter since this is the first time you’re meeting this guy.”

“Thanks?”

“Do your parents know?” Rue asked.

“No,” I replied as I slowly pulled away from Jules. “They’re coming Senior Night tonight, though. and I’m going to meet him at Mercy Park an hour before it ends.”

“Are you sure you even want to do this? I know that Jules and I tease you about your love life, but, this is risky,” Rue said.

“You weren’t saying that when you were helping me with those pictures the other day,” I shot back.

“That was different. You’re...you’re actually meeting him now and he could be a psychopath or a sociopath or, just, a creepy old guy who likes to look at teenagers!” Rue insisted.

“Rue, relax, everything’s going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” She turned on her heel and hurried into the bathroom with Jules and I on her tail.

When we entered, Rue was leaning against the wall, panting and staring up at the ceiling. Jules and I approached her slowly as the girls who were in the bathroom quickly filed out.

“Rue, slow down your breathing,” I said slowly.

“I...I can’t. You-you could get hurt or something and-and I would know about it an-and I-I couldn’t live with that!” Tears burst from her eyes as Rue began pacing and Jules and I were close but gave her room.

“Rue, Y/N is going to be okay, we both know what time she’ll be at the park. If anything happens, we’ll know the area she could be in,” Jules assured her.

Rue shook her head and stopped in her tracks. Then, she looked between us helplessly before bowing her head and sobbing. Jules and I carefully hugged her and let her cry.

“I’m sorry that I’m scared and I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” Rue mumbled into my shirt.

“It’s okay, I appreciate it. I really want to meet Tyler, though, and, I promise I will let you know if something happens, okay?”

Rue nodded and sniffled.

It took Jules about an hour to make me look amazing. I had no idea my hair could be so fluffy and put together until she was done with it. She used eyeliner to make eyes look bigger and rounder and added sparkly lip gloss to make my lips look plumper. After she contoured and highlighted the best places she deemed that her work was done. My outfit, a fitted forest green long-sleeve shirt and fitted black pants with Jadons, was also approved by her.

“Tell me everything later!” she insisted.

Rue couldn’t join us since she had “prior commitments” but I texted her that I would let her know when I head to the park and when I leave. My nerves didn’t let me focus on the soccer game my parents insisted I joined them and my brother at. I couldn’t care less that the forward on one team got a yellow card or that the goalie on the other team made illegal blocks. I was practically buzzing with excitement and fear so much that I had to give my pretzel to Y/B/N. Finally, the third quarter arrived and I told my parents that I would meet them at home since I’d promised Lexi that I would help her with some homework.

Lexi wouldn’t mind being used for a lie this one time; it was an emergency.

I tried to practice some calming deep breaths as I walked over to the park. The dark night sky provided a little bit of comfort to my walk. I wondered how different Tyler would look from the picture in my mind. I wondered if he thought I would look any different. Maybe (hopefully) it wouldn’t matter to either of us.

Finally, I reached the park. It was empty, save for the oak trees scattered throughout the lush green scenery that seemed mysterious under the mooonlight. A few benches and wooden tables were around as well, but, Tyler and I had agreed to meet at the fountain which was further in the park. The breathing exercises had to have helped because I felt much more relaxed and I hoped that everything would go all right.

When I got to the fountain, there was a tall person facing it. All I could make out were dark clothes and broad shoulders. I took another deep breath and kept walking.

“This is a nice spot, you have good taste,” I commented.

“I could say the same for you.” I stopped in my tracks as Nate slowly turned to face me. His face was unreadable but his eyes stayed on me.

“What? Wh-where’s Tyler?” I asked, my voice already hoarse.

Nate glanced down at his shoes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”

I shook my head. “No.” My vision got blurry but I could tell that Nate was looking up at me now.

“Just let me explain,” he requested softly.

He took a step towards me and I took two steps back .

“I don’t wanna hear it. This....this is some sick joke to you or something?”

“No, never, Y/N, just listen to me.”

“I don’t want to!” The tears rolled down my cheeks and I swiped at them so hard that I thought I scratched myself. At least I could feel something because my heart felt numb. “You catfished me!”

“I just wanted to talk to you, I really do like you, Y/N. Tyler and I are the same, just different names,” Nate insisted, coming closer.

For some reason, I didn’t move. I didn’t know if it was from emotional exhaustion or stress, but, I let him approach me. I kept shaking my head.

“No,” I hiccuped.

“I wanted to meet you tonight because I was tired of lying. I want to figure this, us, out,” Nate said.

I sniffed. “Us?”

At that moment, I could actually see his face and Nate seemed so hopeful. There was a slight smile on his lips and his eyes seemed light for once. Maybe he wanted there to be an “us”. Maybe, despite all logic, he wanted to talk to me seriously and could not do it offline because of his reputation. Maybe, he was over the on-again-off-again situation with Maddy. Maybe, this was my chance, our chance.

I wiped my face again, mentally cringing at how upset Jules would be for my ruining her masterpiece.

“Yeah, us.” Nate stepped closer to me, gently wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his chest.

Gradually, my muscles relaxed and I relished in the feeling of his strong upper body and his warmth. Then, I began to feel pressure on my waist and gasped as it intensified.

“Nate, you’re...squeezing...too hard,” I rasped out.

And he started laughing, no, cackling. As he laughed, his grip tightened and I continued gasping and clawing at everything I could.

“Nate...stop!”

But he kept laughing and squeezing. When he finally released me, I looked up and saw nothing behind his eyes. Everything in me told me to run, but, I knew he could have easily caught up to me.

“I really thought you were smarter than that, Y/N. C’mon, you couldn’t honestly think that I would do all this to be with you,” he sneered.

“So why do it then?” I asked, my voice so small that I could have kicked myself for it.

Nate sighed and folded his arms. “Because you made it so easy and, to ask for a favor.”

“What? That makes no sense,” I argued. “I told you I owed you one that day you gave me a ride!”

“Yeah, well, I needed to make sure that you were available when I needed you.”

“Whatever, screw you,” I hissed as I pivoted on my heel.

“Too late for you, you’re already screwed.” Nate pulled out a folder from inside his jacket pocket. “Remember those special pictures you sent to Tyler? Well, they count as distribution of child pornography, which has a hefty fine and sentence.”

My mouth opened and closed several times before I faced him and responded. “But...but you held them, doesn’t that count towards possession? And, you’re extorting me!”

Nate glowered at me and stormed over. “Heresay, no solid evidence for your case. Plus, I’m a Jacobs, so, who are you kidding?”

I felt so sick to my stomach that I could have thrown up, fainted, or cried at that moment. This was not real, this could not be real.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Like I said, just be available when I need you.”

“Fine.”

“Sorry, what was that?” He gripped my chin his hand and forced me to look up at him.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“Hmm.” His eyes scanned my face before he released me. “And if I ever hear you judging my relationship with Maddy again, these pictures are going to be the least of your concern.”

I nodded weakly, regretting every single thing I ever told him. Nate Jacobs was truly the devil. He wandered off into the night like a centurion leaving a victorious battle. It seemed like he always won.

I managed not to start crying until I was on the empty sidewalk. No, I sobbed so bad that my throat went dry.

How could I have been so stupid? I should have known it was him that day Maddy yelled at him for texting all day.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

My sobs continued as I grabbed my phone and texted Rue.

Y/N: U were right.

#euphoria imagine #nate jacobs imagine

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dem-obscure-imagines · 5 years ago

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You’re Green???

Beast Boy x Reader

Prompt: Ok so Beast Boy Soulmate AU, consider the classic: you see color when you touch your soulmate. You could be a new member of the team or just someone who knows the titans. Somehow you just haven’t come in contact with him. Until one day you do and the colors go everywhere and it’s this magical moment but you’re just like “wait...you’re green???”

Note: I’m in love with Garfield Logan now??? Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. Thanks, Ryan Potter. Also, thanks for the prompts!!! This is so up my alley, you don’t understand.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Like the vast majority of the population, you were one of the people who was unable to see color. At all. The magic of the rainbow was a mystery to you and every other person who, like you, hadn’t yet met the person they were destined to spend the rest of their lives with.

Unlike the rest of the population, you were a little…different. Since the time you hit puberty, which hadn’t been all that long ago, given that you were a high school senior, you’d been able to create flames out of thin air. It was a dangerous, scary ability that had forced you into hiding your powers, which had led to the outing of your powers to your entire school, which had led you to where you were now, in the back of the T-Car.

“It can be scary at first, for sure.” Cyborg reassured from the driver’s seat, Raven sitting on his right.

“That’s what we’re here for.” Raven agreed. “The safest thing for everyone involved is that you learn how to use your powers, how to control them.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You pulled your hoodie further over your head and stared out the window as the city rolled by.

It wasn’t long until you finally got to the tower, lugging your duffle bag over your shoulder.

“I’m Robin. Nice to meet you. We set up a room for you down the hall this way.” He pointed and then started walking. You read the names on the doors as you passed.

Raven, Robin, Victor, Starfire, Garfield, and finally…a blank door. Huh. Figured.

Robin tapped on the blank one and it slid aside, revealing a plain room with a few throw pillows on the bed. It would suit your needs nicely.

“Sorry it’s so…empty. You can put whatever you want in here. We figured we’d let you get settled before we—”

“It’s perfect. Thanks so much.”

“Cyborg’s making a plaque for your door. We just figured we’d see if you like it here first.”

“I get it, yeah. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Robin stood there for an awkward moment. “I’ll, uh, let you get everything unpacked, then. Holler if you have any questions.”

“Will do.” You stepped inside and set your bag down. Unpacking only took a few minutes. You hadn’t been able to salvage much after everything had happened, and you were still in the process of getting the rest of your things back from your house. Your parents loved you, sure, but they knew it was safer for you to be with the Titans. They knew how to handle people like you.

God, why did everything have to be different now? Why couldn’t you just be normal?

“Knock, knock! Welcoming committee is here!”

You turned around to find the famed Beast Boy and Starfire standing in the doorframe. Beast Boy, who had pointed ears, and a little fang that jutted out of his bottom lip, was holding a cupcake.

“It is most glorious that you’re joining the team!” Starfire sang, flying over to you and pulling you into a tight hug. You awkwardly hugged her back. “We hope you find it to feel like a home!”

“Thanks…I, uh, think I’ll fit in pretty well around here.” You giggled. Once the strong alien girl let you go, Beast Boy handed you the cupcake.

“I hope you like it. We baked them this morning. Tried to bake a whole cake, but…well…”

“Given that I have fire powers, I can definitely understand a baking mishap.” You giggled. “Thanks so much. I’m…really looking forward to getting to know all of you.”

“Speaking of, we’re having a movie night tonight! Your pick!”

“My pick. Wow, I feel special.” You smiled at the genuine kindness on their faces. You’d been apprehensive about moving to the tower, admittedly, but so far, everyone had been really nice. You were glad you’d made the decision you did. “I’ll be there. But only if there’s popcorn.”

“Would it be movie night without it?” Beast Boy joked. “See you there. Come on, Star. Cy said we’ve gotta clean up the kitchen.”

And then they left you in the quiet of your room. You sighed, turning to look out the gray window at the gray sky, blotted with gray clouds. Taking the wrapper off of the dark gray cupcake, you took a bite. Chocolate. Huh. It was good.

You had a feeling you’d like it here. A really, really good feeling.

***

Later, when dark fell, the Titans gathered in the living room. You slowly emerged from your room, tentatively walking down the hall until you found the source of the chatter, where the rest of the team was.

“Oh, sorry. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting…”

“Nonsense. Come on in. There’s a spot over there next to Gar.”

“And Gar is…”

“Me!” Beast Boy grinned, waving you over. “We don’t really use our real names with the public, I guess.”

You walked across the room and sat down next to him. “So will I get a codename, then?”

“We can figure that out later. Right now, we just need to get you settled in.”

“Alright.” You nodded, smiling.

A few minutes later, you’d picked out a movie. Gar set a bowl of popcorn between the two of you. You took a handful and happily watched along. That is, until you reached in for another handful, your hand inches from his, and the loudest siren you’d ever heard in your life went off, lights flashing.

“What the FUCK?!” You slapped your hands over your ears.

“Trouble!” Robin stood up and the others all ran out the door. It was Gar that turned around when he noticed you weren’t with them.

“Well, are you coming?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess I am?” You got up and followed him and the others. By the time you got to the scene, the city was in chaos. People were running and screaming, and in the center of it all? A giant lightning monster.

Robin lead the charge, dodging the panicked civilians and diving right into action. Cyborg hit the thing with his Cy-Cannon, but that only seemed to supercharge it.

You watched in awe as Starfire took to the sky, followed quickly by Raven, leaving only you and Gar on the ground in front of the massive thing. The gray boy next to you changed into a rhinoceros and charged.

Seeing that you were unsure of what to do, the lightning monster shot at you, blasting you with a bolt of pure electricity. It knocked you off of your feet. Oh, that was a mistake. A big mistake.

Fire boiled in your veins, hands heating as you scraped yourself up. “I haven’t had the best week, buddy. You shouldn’t have done that.”

You launched into battle with the others, adrenaline overriding every other emotion, all of the shock and confusion washed away and you felt something click inside you. This. Yes. This was what you were meant to be. A hero.

***

It felt like hours later that the threat was finally contained. You were covered in dirt and soot, your jeans even more ripped than they had been before. You huffed a sigh, sitting on the street. Before you could move to hoist yourself up and brush yourself off, a gray hand stretched out in front of you.

“Need some help?” Gar asked softly.

You nodded and slipped your hand into his, but the second you did, a jolt zapped up your arm and your eyes stung sharply. You squeezed them shut in an attempt to make them feel better, but they didn’t, not until you opened them again to find a colorful, colorful world all around you.

Looking up at Gar with wide eyes, you watched as his knees wobbled, a similar look of shock on his green features. Green. He was green.

“Holy shit, you’re green?!”

“I’m—what?” Gar looked at his hands, laughing. “I…I am! And you’re…you’re my…”

You scrambled to your feet and stood in front of him, admiring each facet of his handsome green face. “Took me long enough to find you,” you whispered.

He opened his arms, inviting you with an earnest smile, and you hugged him tightly. “I knew there was something about you…” he murmured into your ear, chuckling to himself. “Welcome to the team.”

#beast boy #beast boy x reader #beast boy imagine #garfield logan #garfield logan x reader #garfield logan imagine #teen titans #teen titans imagine

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softyoongiionly · 6 years ago

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Banana Pancakes 🥞

Lazy Sundays were the best. Lazy Sundays with your boyfriend Jungkook we’re even better.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Soft! (as usual) Domestic! Jungkook, smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hi, this scenario has been haunting my brain for the past week so, I finally decided to write it down and, oh my god I’m so soft.

Warnings: smut, language.

Sunday’s were likely your favorite day of the entire week. It was the day you spent rejuvenating and, de-stressing from your usually long and arduous work weeks. Sundays involved sleeping in past 9am, freshly pressed coffee, TV reruns and, most importantly banana pancakes. There were many Sunday’s you spent indulging in these fluffy little bits of heaven by yourself but, today, you were joined by the only thing that could possibly make Sundays any better: your boyfriend Jungkook. Jungkook had been rehearsing into the early hours of the morning for the better part of the month and, this didn’t pair well with your own demanding career that kept you at meetings and conferences during most of your free time. However, this Sunday, the only tasks you were given was to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

“I feel like we could add a few more bananas.” A sleepy, gravelly voice rumbles against your shoulder. Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you mix the batter.

“You already added two more when I wasn’t looking…” You retort, smirking as you use the spatula to scrap the batter down the side of the bowl. Jungkook snickers behind you, not denying your observation as he wraps his arms tighter around you.

“Can we slice some up on the side then? I like the ones you bought this time, they’re so good…” He requests and, you feel your heart clench at the sound of his voice. His voice was still heavy with sleep but, it held a bit of innocence that he only displayed when he was truly comfortable and, at that point, you would have given him your leg if he asked nicely.

“Of course, use as much as you want, if we run out, I’ll pick up some more tomorrow on my way home.” You assure him, smiling to yourself as you feel him move from you, leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder as he does.

Jungkook’s black hair is a mess atop his head: parted practically down the middle and sticking up in quite a few places. He got in late the night before so, he had only slipped on a pair of loose basketball shorts and, passed out beside you. Over the time you had known and dated Jungkook, you had seen his hair in a rainbow of colors and, just about every outfit in the observable universe however, nothing compared to how Jungkook looked in the mornings. You were thankful you were able to witness him in such a state.

“How many do you want?” You call as you start ladling the batter onto the awaiting griddle, the chunky batter bubbling as it hits the hot surface.

“100.” His answer is immediate and confident, causing you to giggle and look behind your shoulder.

He’s smirking to himself as he slices through the bananas, not meeting your questioning gaze.

“I’ll make 10 but, after that you’re gonna have to finish the job.” You humor him and, he looks up at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

“No 10 is fine, five is more than enough….I guess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turn back away from your ridiculous boyfriend, giggling as you do. You flip the pancakes that are currently on the griddle before moving to the bowl to stir the batter again.

“Jagi…where is my…iron man…” Jungkook is mumbling to himself as he rifles through the cupboard, his sentence trailing off as he finds what he’s looking for. He pulls out a bowl, covered in the material of iron man’s suit, a triumphant bunny smile on his face as he does.

“Found it?” You glance over at him, smiling as he does cause, you can’t fucking help it and, he nods, a smile still on his lips as he put the freshly cut bananas in his bowl.

Roughly 30 minutes and a smattering of banana pancakes later, both you and Jungkook are leaning back against your sofa with full stomachs and, content smiles.

“Ah I’m so full…” Jungkook hums contently, the warm skin of his bare arm wrapping around your shoulders. “That was so good jagi, thank you.”

A kiss is pressed to the skin of his chest as you cuddle into him, the low hum of the TV filling the living room.

“You’re welcome…” You mumble, your comfort level maxing out as you pull your legs up on the couch, pulling the throw blanket with you as you do.

A soft smile graces Jungkook’s face as he feels your lips on his chest. He aids you in pulling the blanket up over the both of you, scooting back on the couch to get comfortable. As the two of you settle in, your ears pick up on the low thrum of the rain against your living room window.

As if the morning couldn’t get any better…

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain today…” Jungkook’s deep brown eyes are widen in curiosity as he turns toward the window, the overcast light from the sky illuminating part of his face.

“Me either, it usually doesn’t start for another month or so.”

“It sounds pretty doesn’t it?” He observes, a small smile playing on his slightly red lips. He’s always forgetting to put lip balm on them…

“It does, it’s making me sleepy…”

Jungkook giggles at that, his free hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair as you bury your face into his chest.

“You can sleep if you need to Jagi…I’ll keep watching the movie.”

Avengers, the first one, it’s one of his favorites.

“Don’t wanna sleep…I missed you…” You mumble, pressing a second kiss to his chest as another rumble of laughter is felt against your lips.

Jungkook’s hand that was in your hair moves to your chin, tilting it up towards him. His eyes are softened and, his lips are curved up in a content smile. Jungkook wasn’t the most expressive person in the world but, in the scarce bit of alone time the two of you shared, he always managed to make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in his world.

“I missed you too…” His voice drops to a lower octave as he leans in and presses his lips to yours. His lips are soft and, have a lingering taste of banana from the breakfast the two of you had just shared. Jungkook had intended the kiss to be chaste and brief but, your lips had other plans. You tucked between his lips, kissing at him gently, your hand coming up to run your nails against his scalp, feeling his fluffy hair between your fingers.

Jungkook giggles against your lips as you nibble on his lower one, sucking it gently into your mouth. His giggle is infectious and, you find yourself following suit as he nibbles your lip in retaliation. His nose is wrinkled as he pecks at your mouth, his hands sliding down the material of your t-shirt before sliding slowly underneath it, gripping your hips as he does.

“Jagi…uh…” Jungkook’s voice is slightly shakier than it was before and, you pull away from his kiss, eyes assessing his face. He looks nervous, which isn’t out of character for him. Jungkook was still a novice when it came to intimacy and, often had trouble expresses his desires.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper and, his eyes look down at his lap and, upon following his gaze, another giggle passes through your lips. His dick is straining against his basketball shorts, the soft material stretched slightly to accommodate his length. Jungkook’s nerves don’t settle but, instead of showing it, he tries to laugh it off.

“It’ll go down…its ok. I just haven’t kissed you like that in a long time.” He explains, his cheeks growing pink as your eyes trail back up his body to meet his. You run your hand over his chest, your fingertips brushing his nipples lightly as you do, causing him to jump before another laugh bubbles over.

“We have the whole day to ourselves Kookie… don’t you want to take advantage of that?” You whisper, stifling your own giggle as you observe him fondly.

“It’s been awhile…” He warns, blinking slowly at you as he watches your hand travel further down the length of his torso. “I don’t think I’ll last long enough for you…”

You smirk, fingers tickling over the taut skin of his stomach, causing it to tremble and, yet another nervous giggle to leave Jungkook’s lips.

“Don’t worry about lasting…” You assure him, smiling fondly as you run a soft hand over his clothed erection, teasing the length of him.

Jungkook’s eyes practically bug out of his head as he coughs, not expecting the feeling.

“Jesus…see? What’s wrong with me? I’m so sensitive.” He mutters but, he’s still stifling a giggle, his cheeks pinker than ever.

You laugh softly, leaning over to his lips, pressing a few gentle kisses to them reassuringly, savoring the taste of his mouth.

“We haven’t had sex in a while babe…” You explain and, his lips are responding eagerly, eyes half open as he nods his body slightly restless.

“I already feel like I could cum…it’s so annoying.” He whines, his brow furrowed and his pouty lips are enough to do you in and, you laugh again as you kiss him deeper.

“Just relax… we have all day…just let me make you feel good.”

Jungkook pulls back, blinking owlishly at you, his lips wet and swollen from your own as he nods.

“Ok…” He agrees, trying to contain the eagerness in his eyes.

Your hand resumes its motion over the material of his shorts and, you feel your own panties begin to dampen as Jungkook’s dick twitches under your touch. He leans back against the couch sucking his bottom lip between his bunny teeth, hands fidgeting at his sides, his eyes closing.

You slowly slip your hand underneath his shorts, fingertips grazing over the heated skin of his dick before wrapping it up in a loose grip. Jungkook shuffles beside you, his head lulling to the side as you begin stroking him slowly. A blissful smile curves onto his mouth as you start squeezing and pulling gently on his ever hardening length. You watch his responses carefully, trying not to push him too much as you use your free hand to inch his shorts down his thighs to allow you better access. His cock is swollen beyond belief, the few veins pushing against the tanned skin, his head the same color has his puffy lips, already leaking bits of pre cum.

“Jagi…I.” He starts but, his words get swallowed by a gasp as you rub your thumb over the head of him, causing his hips to jerk up slightly. His eyes pop open at that and, he leaves his mouth slightly agape as he catches a glimpse of what your hand is doing to him. His breath is leaving his lips in stunted pants.

“Fuck…” He giggles, fucked out at the filthy sight before him.

A smile blooms on your lips as you watch him, keeping your hand steady all the while, your brows rising playfully.

“Feel good?”

He nods eagerly, glossy eyes stilled glued to your hand as his hips rise again, trying to fuck into your hand.

“Do you want me to go faster?” You lean in, whispering your question into his ear, nibbling on it lightly, causing a series of shivers to rack his sensitive body.

“Yeah… and a little harder.”

Jungkook isn’t one for making requests in bed. He’s usually quiet and shies away from any opportunity to be filthy. You were his first after all and, his only.

“Harder? Like this?”

You tighten your hand on his throbbing dick, squeezing the sensitive flesh as you stroke him fast, ensuring that you continuously brush your thumb over his sensitive tip as you do.

Jungkook lets out a drunk giggle, his eyes rolling back as he does, his hips stilling their movements as he lies there and takes what you’re giving him.

“Why does it feel so good when you do it?” Jungkook’s face is drawn in absolute pleasure, a smile still playing on his lips as he presses his head into the back of the couch, his hands are clenched at his sides, his toes beginning to curl as you continue your movements on him.

You just giggle, leaning in to press kisses into his neck, sucking slightly as you do.

“oh…uh jagi…I’ll cum if you...” Jungkook’s eyes pop open again, desperation in them as he tries to find yours but, it’s too late, the tightness in his balls erupts, shooting thick, warm pleasure up the length of his dick.

“fuck me…” He whimpers now, his eyes squeezing shut as he starts twitching and cumming against the top of your hand. You have to resist the urge to hop on his dick right then and there, your underwear likely ruined from your own arousal as you watch your beautiful boyfriend reach his orgasm.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, almost painfully as pleasure assaults his lower region, his dick almost becoming too sensitive as he thrusts into the movement of your hand.

“good boy…” you whisper in his ear and, just when Jungkook thought he was done, another spurt of cum shoots out as you say the one thing that gets him every single time.

Jungkook’s clammy hand desperately stills your own as he can no longer handle the sensation. You take the hint, moving your hand off of his dick. The thick, white substance of Jungkook’s release covers the tops of your knuckles and, as you glance down, you notice how much he actually came. Spurts of cum covered his hips, part of his thigh and, pooled in the lower part of his stomach, which was still rising and falling with his shallow breath.

“I love you…” He whispers, giggling slightly, his eyes still closed, completely fucked out. You don’t move to clean him up just yet, leaning over and catching his still swollen lips between your own. He kisses back lazily, shaky breath still escaping his nose as he leans into you.

“I love you too.”

And boy, do you fucking mean it.

#oh my god #i have alot of feelings #softjungkookonly?#honestly i stan ot7 so expect a little something for all the members #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfics #jungkook one shots #jungkook fics #jungkook fic recs #smut #fluff #domestic!jungkoook #jungkook cute #jungkook hot #jungkook sexy #softyoongiionly

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cravingmarvel · 5 years ago

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Apartment - Epilogue

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader Warnings: Swearing, a little angst, sarcasm as always Summary: You just moved from Germany to New York, working as an editor at a newspaper. So what happens when you find out your favourite actor lives in the apartment across from yours? And how will people react when you share your story on your Blog dedicated to him? What will you make of this situation? A/N: Wow here we are... the last of the last... I can’t believe that after 2 YEARS I managed to finish this series completely... I apologize for the time it took, but I just had no idea how to write it and in retrospect.. I’m glad I waited this long. A HUGE thank you to @buckisthatyou for helping me with this!!! I love you!!!

Anyway... I hope you guys love this as much as I loved writing this and I’ll see you at the end of the chapter :)

MASTERLIST

Apartment – Epilogue

I carried the last of my boxes up the stairs, weighted down a little by the contents of it. This one got lost on its way here and I’ve been desperately trying not to cry over it. It’s been almost three months since Sebastian and I moved in together, but this little fucker had to get lost.

As I pushed the door open with my shoulder the light that flooded into the room filled me with butterflies. Just seeing the living room full of life and personality put the biggest smile on my face. I placed the box next to the bookshelf and started to unpack the books inside. I moved some of the cacti out of the way, they are definitely taking over the place.

I felt a hand on my hip and jumped slightly.

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” I turned to see Sebastian.

“Very nicely, but I do think we need to calm down about the cacti.” I pouted and he kissed my cheek.

“Hm, maybe.” I caught the cheeky smile as he walked away.

The move was easy, finding an apartment wasn’t. We came across a beautiful, two-story apartment in the heart of Manhattan that was pretty close to my new workplace. After my move back to New York, we went straight to looking for a place to share. He said he wanted it to be right in the heart of the city, but close enough to central park so our future kids could enjoy some greenery.

I laughed at him, but the thought still filled me with butterflies. I was excited to share my life with him, even if that came with a price. Some people just didn’t like seeing him with me on his arm and they made a point in showing it. Just a few weeks after I came back, we made an appearance at some award show, the photos I was tagged in on Instagram were mostly nice, but a lot weren’t so. My dress was too tight, my hair done terribly, and I felt worse because I made those choices. It was me to blame.

Despite the weight I felt from those comments, I knew I could step away from it whenever I pleased. I don’t have to put up with it. No one does.

With the shelve decorated to my liking, the apartment was almost finished, there were a few pictures that I wanted to hang on the walls, but that could wait.

Two Years Later

“We’re having spaghetti tonight.” Sebastian called from the kitchen; he knew I’d love it. (The spaghetti, not him calling from the kitchen.)

The chill of the night falling over New York put me in the mood to get comfy. I climbed up the stairs to our shared bedroom, crossing the room to the closet. I decided to change into my pyjamas, a decision I did not regret as I felt the soft fabric on my skin. I investigated the mirror to admire my husky onesie. I look cosy as fuck and I feel cosy as fuck.

The table hasn’t been set when I came down to the dining room and Sebastian noticed my confusion. “We’re having dinner outside if you don’t mind.” He filled to plates with food and gave me a quick kiss as he walked towards the balcony. I followed him out to discover the table beautifully set with flowers and fairy lights.

“Oh wow. This is so fancy.” I said while sitting down opposite Sebastian.

“Thank you, I actually put a lot of effort into this. By the way, cute outfit.” I looked down to the fluffiness that I was wearing and in the reflection of the glass next to me, I could see how weird I looked. “Yeah thanks.”

The husky and the Prince.

We soon devoured our food and just sat and laughed while drinking an alarming amount of wine. New York has never looked so pretty; this might just be because Sebastian is the foreground of the scenery in front of me.

Suddenly, Sebastian stood up from his seat. His face lit up with a smile on his face as he slowly went down on one knee. I was just about to register what was happening, my jaw slightly dropping.

“Y/n.” Sebastian held my hand in his, a red velvet box in the other. “I never knew this day would come so soon. I always thought I’d be fifty years old, still looking for the woman who I’m going to marry. And then you came along. Standing at my door with your ridiculous robe.”

I chucked, tears swelling up in my eyes.

“So, will you, Y/n, do me the honour and marry me?”

I stared at him, the tears now rolling down my face. “Yes.” I breathed out.

He slipped the ring on my finger, a diamond reflecting a million rainbows in the light of the sunset, hovering on the horizon of New York. And it dawned on me.

I just got engaged to Sebastian Stan, and I’m wearing a husky onesie.

Sebastian decided it would be good for me and his sanity to hire a wedding planner, even though I told him I could handle it on my own. I hate having someone else step on my toes and interfere with my plans but listened to him anyway and hired someone who could help me organize the day and everything around it.

While I still had a whole month to prepare the final details, I was sure we covered everything necessary that involved the venue, decorations, dress and every other detail I could think of.

I shuffled my shoes from my feet and walked over to the kitchen making myself a nice cup of coffee. I got a text from Sebastian telling me that he’ll be home by eleven, filming dragged on until then unfortunately, but it gave me some quiet time to get back to going through my planner trying to catch any mistakes I made.

I’ve never really been one to dream of the perfect wedding, but since starting this project of mine, I felt my need for perfectionism take over.

I grabbed the little folder, my laptop and my phone walking to the couch. I snuggled into a blanket, putting my mug on the coffee table. After a few hours of flipping through pages and finding no mistakes at all, which was usually the case, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hovering over the Tumblr icon. I hesitantly tapped it logging into my account.

A thing I occasionally did was search my own name. I know I shouldn’t, but something vile within me couldn’t stay away from the opinions of others, strangers, online. I scrolled through endless amounts of posts about myself, cringing and cry laughing at some of the posts. The memes were the best part about it, some people were just too funny. I came across some fanfiction about me… yes fanfiction… about me, skimming over the words. They weren’t bad… it was just a little strange reading it myself, but who am I to judge? I wrote fanfiction about the same man I am engaged to once a few moons ago. Ok more like a year ago, but my point still stands. I can’t judge.

But all fun had to come to an end when I stumbled upon posts about me that just weren’t so nice to look at. Some poking fun at my body, the way it looked in a certain outfit I wore while I was out with Sebastian, some straight up telling me how old I looked and some saying that I’m just not the right fit for him. I couldn’t say they hurt, but a little part of me, the very insecure one, believed them. But something I haven’t come across yet popped up right after all that was a post about me being a fan.

I was slightly intrigued, pondering in my head whether I wanted to read it or not. I could shut my phone off right now, I could step away from this and breathe, but something pulled me in, sucked me right in.

I couldn’t say the post was disgusting nor was it far away from the truth the further I read. The person articulating themselves very well. My stomach turned and twisted.

-I’m just asking myself how she fell in love with Sebastian? How can she know for sure that what she feels for him is actually love? If I got together with him, I would ask myself this. Even if it hurts, I would still question my feelings towards him. Is it actually love, or just the fan inside writing its own fanfiction? And let’s take this even further, they’re getting married… what if she realizes that after all, what she was feeling wasn’t love, it was just the fangirl inside, fulfilling her own fanfiction?-

What if… I’m not in love, but rather satisfying the fangirl within me.

I awoke to the soft morning light peeking through the white thin curtains, a weight on my middle pulling me closer to the body laying next to me. Sebastian laid on his stomach, his arm draped over my back, his hand gripping my waist as he exhaled deeply. He was in a deep slumber, but still keeping me at his side which made it impossible to move away from him.

I worked hard on removing his arm from my body to climb off of the bed, looking back at Sebastian as he shifted in the bed, rolling over to his back. I walked over to the bathroom connected to the bedroom to proceed my morning routine. I took off my baggy shirt and underwear, stepping into the shower to wash off the sweat of the night. Sebastian surely knows how to keep me up to a time where I should be sleeping.

I felt my muscles relax under the warm water, my hands gently massaging my body with fruit scented soap.

I left the shower, wrapping a towel around me, to turn my attention to my skincare routine, washing my face, putting on my serum and moisturizing my face. The door opened to Sebastian walking in, hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder.

“Good morning, love.” He said, sleep sill in his voice. Sebastian stepped into the shower and I changed back into the comfortable shirt.

I made breakfast for the both of us before I had to get to work, Sebastian had a day off and I envied him for it.

We ate breakfast and I headed to work, but not before Sebastian pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately. He took my left hand admiring the diamond ring on my finger. “I love you.” He said and I was out the door.

I arrived at work, dropping my bag on the desk, since the summer holidays were on their way, so are the people wanting to get away with their children and spouses alike. I turned my computer on preparing myself for the eight hours of recommending hotels, flights and things to do at their destination.

My boss, Linda, walked up to me an apologetic look on her face. I braced myself for what’s to come.

“Good morning, Y/n.” She sat down in front of my desk, a sandwich on a plate on her lap.

“Morning. What’s on the menu for today? Anything special?”

Linda laughed, dropping her head. “Y/n, I have to ask a favour. I know your wedding and honeymoon are on their way, but there was an incident. By the way, how’s the planning and your husband to be?”

“Good… good, I have everything set, nothing seems to be missing but a couple thousand dollars in Sebastian’s wallet.” Linda found this one funnier, throwing her head back, almost dropping her sandwich on the floor. “What’s the incident?”

“You know how Beck has a habit of finding ways to destroy her leg?”

I nodded, calling back to the many times Beck has had issues in keeping her leg in one piece. Not that she’s breaking it, rather bruising the shit out of it.” “Yeah, I do.”

“Well she done did it again.” We laughed in union. It became an inside joke by now. “I need you to fly to London for three weeks to inspect and review this hotel right in the heart of the city. It’s under a new owner and quite a few things have changed, I could ask Annie, but she’ll need to find someone to watch her kid. Don’t worry, you’ll be back in time for your wedding, which by the way, I can’t wait for. I already have my dress!”

I stared at her for a second. A trip to London was the last thing I thought I’d be doing right now, especially with the wedding just four weeks away. I pondered and the idea jumped around in my head. It would be kind of nice, getting out of the city, get my head in the game. Maybe think about my intentions of marrying Sebastian… try to find out if the fangirl inside is responsibe or not.

“Ok, sure, why not.” I smiled, Linda clapping her hands together, her Sandwich threatening to fall once again.

I arrived at home, taking my shoes off along with my coat. Linda gave me a folder with all the necessary information about the trip and all the points I needed to check out.

The only person that I now needed to confront was Sebastian.

I walked into the living room, seeing him sprawled across the couch, wrapped in a blanket. “Hey, babe.” I said while approaching him. I sat down and laid his head on my lap. I leaned down, kissing his lips tenderly.

“How was work?” He asked, closing his eyes.

“Good. Y’know, a lot of people preparing for the summer.” I pondered for a moment, trying to find the right words. “Seb? I need to tell you something.”

He sat up immediately, his eyes looking onto mine desperately. He took my hands into his. I knew he was worried.

“I- I accepted a job to go to London for three weeks, to inspect a hotel, I know this is very close to our wedding date, but Linda said I was the only choice next to Annie, and she would have to look for someone to take care of her child.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. First thing.”

Sebastian exhaled deeply, looking away from me. “Feels like running to me.”

“Sebastian…” I squeezed his hands in mine. “I’m not running, nor and I going to stand you up at the altar, I just… have to figure some stuff out.

“So, you are running? What’s there to figure out?” “Did I propose too soon, should we postpone the wedding?”

It was me this time, exhaling, looking away from him. “I’m not sure if the feelings I have for you are my own or just an imagination from the fan I was- still am!” I looked at Sebastian, pleading for him to understand. “I don’t want to leave on bad terms or move the wedding to another day. I just have to figure out if I’m going to hurt you.”

His gaze finally met mine and I knew. I knew he didn’t understand the way I hoped he would.

“Y/n, I know that you love me and There’s nothing that changes that whether you were or still are a fan of me, I don’t give a shit. But if this is what you need to steer your mind into the right direction and lay your worries to rest, then do it.” Sebastian leaned in, kissing me softly. “I’ll be waiting for you, no matter what.”

Tears threated to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know if this would resolve the storm within me, but I knew this was good, for both me and Sebastian.

We went to bed, holding each other tightly, tangled between the sheets, his hands on my body feverishly roaming every inch.

I packed my suitcase with my necessities, suddenly dreading my departure. I got a text telling me that my ride to the airport was downstairs.

As I stood at the door, Sebastian pulled me into a tight hug, whispering in my ear over and over how much he loves me and misses me already. I looked up to him cupping his cheeks with my hands pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Sebastian.” I couldn’t cry right now, but I’m sure he knew I wanted to.

He kissed the back of my left hand, his gaze lingering on the ring. “Come back and marry me, Y/n. I want to be your husband more than I wanted to be anything else.”

“I will.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

With that, I was out of the door, into the elevator. Mentally preparing myself.

London, here I come!

A/N pt.2: YES!! THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THIS MASTERPIECE!! I have thought about it, consulted with @buckisthatyou about it and have come to the conclusion that I need to write it. And because we all want to know what it’s called:

House. It will be called house and no one can stop me.

Anyway, since I already wrote a Thank You post I will keep it short and sweet.

Thank you all for waiting for me to write this. If i had written it earlier, I probably would've not come up with a sequel. So everything has a purpose... right?

Thank you for reading and I will see you in

House!

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan angst #nimi writes

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pcygoldenchild · 6 years ago

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April, and a Flower ✿

✨summary: Jongdae spent days, weeks, months even preparing for his solo debut. The closer the release date got, the more uncertain he got. And you wanted to make sure he was absolutely confident, as he should be.

✨A/N: In honor of my babies solo debut, here’s a fluffy one shot. If I were ever in Jongdae’s presence, I would imagine it something like this. My heart swells for this man. And I’m extremely proud of him! ♡

It was finally happening. Jongdae was finally getting a solo album. He always talked about having an album to call his own. He’s always writing and talking about new ideas for a song. He was the most passionate when it came to music and now he was finally getting a chance to showcase that passion. The only thing was that he was somewhat nervous. Ok a lot nervous. Like extremely nervous and anxious all at the same time. He kept getting really quiet and second guessing himself. You’d wake up and he’d be on the balcony or in the kitchen or not even home. He’d be sitting in silence or singing to himself. When he’d leave, he’d go for walks. He found his own ways of calming himself down but you knew he needed you. And you were there for him whenever you could be, every step of the way.

“Dae? You’re doing it again.” you say smiling at him from across the kitchen island. It was about 7:30pm and it was pretty gloomy all day. The sound of raindrops hitting your windows along with Jongdae humming to an unfamiliar tune filled your house. You were packing away your leftover dinner as he sat watching you. But he was doing the nervous tick he always did even when he didn’t realize he was doing it; biting the inside of his cheek. Even when you weren’t looking you could tell he was doing it because his humming would get quieter and muffled. He stopped humming and chewing and stared at you like a child caught eating candy.

“You’re too good at this. You weren’t even looking at me.” he whined. You laughed and pushed the lid on to the last container. You walked around to him and held his head in your hand. You tapped his cheek for him to open up.

“I don’t have to look at you to know what your doing. Call it a women’s intuition. But you also know not to do that. Remember what happened last time. You cut your cheek and had to swish around witch hazel. Would you risk that again?” you questioned examining his mouth. When you were done he smiled up at you and shook his head. You tapped his nose and walked back around the island to put the food away.

“So? Why are you nervous right now?” you ask putting both hands on the counter.

“I’m not nervous.” he defended. You poked your puffed up cheek and raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t always bite my cheek when I’m nervous.” he defended again. He was so transparent to you. He was literally always nervous when he did that.

“Dae...what’s on your mind.” you ask as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. He placed his arms around your waist and takes a deep breath.

“What if it’s not good? What if people don’t like what I’ve put my all into? It’s apart of my identity. It’s who I am.” he whispered. You let out a sigh and kissed his forehead. Then you pulled him up and walked out to the balcony. The rain never hit the balcony unless it was really windy or at the very edge of the balcony where the railing was. You walked over to the railing and put your hand out letting the rain paint your hand. He came up next to you to do the same thing.

“My favorite weather is the rain.” you suddenly say after a couple minutes of comfortable silence.

“I know.” he replied back.

“The sound, the smell, the calmness. The way the day gets darker then lighter. The rainbow that is somewhere in the sky afterwards. It’s one of the most beautiful gifts of nature.” you say. You could feel him staring at you now.

“And there are people who don’t like it. People who hate it in fact. They hate the sound, the smell. They hate the way is ruins the sunlight. They find it to be a nuisance.” you speak on again. You turn to him finally and see him staring a little lost.

“But does the rain stop being beautiful to those who hate it? Does it become any less beautiful to me? No. It’s still the most beautiful thing this world has to offer to me. It still waters the plants and forests and washes away the impurities of the streets.” you continue. You step up to him and stare into his beautiful eyes. You place your hand on his cheek and he relaxes into your touch.

“Jongdae you are the rain. No matter how many people hate you or wish you’d go away, you’re nothing but beauty.” you finally say. You were starting to tear up. He never understood how beautiful he was. Everything he did was magical. And when he questioned if people would like it, if people will support him, it hurt. Because there will be people who won’t support it. There will be people who don’t like it. But those aren’t the people he should pay attention to. There are millions of people who love him.

“What do you have to be afraid of?” you question. Your eyes flashed back and forth between his looking for an answer.

“I’ve put my heart into this. I’ve stayed up nights rewriting the same song for hours. I’ve put my most vulnerable emotions out for the world to see. And I’m afraid it won’t be enough. It won’t be what people want to hear.” he whispered out. You raised your other hand to focus his face only on you.

“Listen to me Jongdae and listen to me carefully. It doesn’t matter what they think. Because the they you are referring to are not your supporters. Those are people who listen to music and feel nothing for the artist behind it. There are millions of people who are just waiting to hear your voice. There are millions waiting to feel your emotions through your lyrics and melodies. I am one of them. The day this album releases, I’ll be the happiest girl in the world. You’ve worked so hard on this. You’ve made a product of you. There is nothing more you can give me than you, my world. Don’t you see how incredible you are?” you say. You couldn’t stop the tears from escaping your eyes. Your emotions were always heightened when you were confessing to him. Because it was all true and from your heart.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he spoke after a while. His own tear falling like the rain. And the answer to that was simple.

“Sing, to be honest. That’s really all it took.” you joked. He smiled and thumped your forehead.

“Way to ruin the moment.” he laughed. He leaned in and kissed your forehead a for a while just staying there. He pulled away and kissed down to your lips. His trembled. You pulled back and saw his face straining to hold his tears. You smiled up at him and kissed him again. The moment was right. The emotion you know he felt was because you were right. He knew he was an amazing artist. An even more amazing person.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you.” you said back. You pulled back and looked over the railing at the rain one last time. You pulled him in the house and walked back in to the kitchen.

“Why don’t I make you some tea so you can warm up your vocal cords and you sing for me one of your songs.” you proposed. He wouldn’t let you hear any of it no matter how much you begged. He said it just made him more nervous.

“Nice try. But that’s not happening no matter how soft and sweet you are. Just have to wait until April 1st like the rest of the world.” he smiled. It was worth a try.

(I hope you enjoyed this really cute soft one shot. I also you enjoyed his album. If you haven’t, give it a listen and look at this lyrics. He’s worked hard and deserves all the support in the world!)

#pcygoldenchild #exo #exo fanfic #exo scenario #jondgae fluff #kim jongdae #jongdae #chen fluff #exo chen #chen solo #chen fanfic

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polygamyff · 6 years ago

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Listening to my dad just talk on and on and on, he lives the sound of his own voice. He wants things to be his own ideas but I am sorry old man his ideas are useless, nobody wants what he wants anymore “are you done?” looking up at him “I wish you wouldn’t get cheeky with me, I do try” try he says “ok, listen to me. I want to ask you something, it’s playing on my mind. I don’t know how you sleep at night. You may class your first born as your eldest son but I do, I have an older brother. What’s his name?” my dad slammed his pen down “I didn’t want you to go out search for him, leave it as it is. He is no use to us, he lives just fine. You will see it. Go Germany” he’s a real asshole “I will, what’s his name huh? You wanted me to know, I ain’t say shit to your other kids. Do you have any pictures of him?” my dad sat back in his chair “why would I? He is useless to me, I needed normals kids, he just wanted loving and I can’t give that. His name is Adam Davenport, he lives with his mom and they live well ok? Now stop” shaking my head “nah, I won’t stop. I would like to see my oldest brother, you’re one sick man you do know that right? Even if my first born has issues I will love it, I didn’t grow up with love but somehow I bought myself up to love. You gonna die and people are going to be happy you gone, that ain’t no legacy. I am sure you felt the same way with your dad” getting up from the chair “none of you or mom bought me up, I did it myself. Shamefully I lost my mind when I was twenty because you know I had drugs on my lap, I could get anything. Thank you for getting me back together so I can be better person but now I ain’t making that mistake again, I just hope you can change because you don’t have much time to live” I am surprised my dad ain’t trying to beat my ass, but then again he is getting old and maybe he regrets things.

Closing the office door “upsetting your dad again?” my mom said as she walked towards me “when do I ever upset that man? I barely said a word to him, just the truth” my mom is sly too, she knew about this “so uhm, Adam Davenport” my mom sighed out “so you knew but you let him do it, you never ever as a woman said let my eldest brother be with us? He has down syndrome who fucking cares, y’all weak as shit” my mom glared at me in anger “it makes it worse because you knew, I need to buy a new place. I can’t stand to see any of you” my mom clasped her hands together “you have to understand this family, it’s not rainbows and butterflies. You can’t have feelings, it’s all about having an heir. This is what we are waiting for with you” I wanted to laugh, Naomi can’t give shit “I am telling you now, if I have a daughter. She will be the heir, I don’t care for this male shit bullshit. Just admit you failed as a parent, Malik is where sorry? Oh yeah, Vegas for the fifth time falling asleep in someone’s pussy. You two are never parents, who is chasing him? Nalah, I forgot. You just continue to do your nails ok” they both stupid, money hungry assholes.

I got to leave for New Jersey tonight, I have to overlook the real estate there. Before that I need to get myself a coffee, I am tired “Malik, I was just speaking about you” he is finally home after going missing for a few days “about what?” he looks bad “well you know, didn’t know where you was? Why didn’t you say? I was worried at least” Malik chuckled “I was in Vegas, didn’t know anyone cared” he shrugged “well since being back home I am now seeing you’re never here” Malik pointed at him “actually, why are you here?” rubbing the back of my head “because me and the wife aren’t getting along, I don’t want to live with her. You missed it, her father came along. I made dad lie and say I was away, it’s funny what you can make dad do when you find shit about him” sighing out “but anyways, why don’t you come with me New Jersey? You know, can show you the things how it works. I want you to work?” Malik is lazy as shit, he wants to live the life but not work “you know what brother, you can do this” he walked off like I knew he would.

Staring at the boards at Starbucks, I actually might get a Latte. Stuffing my hands in my pockets, there is always a damn queue in this place. Looking down at the sandwiches, I might get a sandwich actually. I am always on the go, in a week I will never stay the full week in Texas, it is hard to run a whole business. I hate meetings though, my dad is better at that he can talk but me on the other hand can do it but hate it. Picking out the Chicken BLT sandwich, this looks nice actually staring down at it “Maurice?” that voice, my eyebrows knitted together looking up ahead of me “what you mean Maurice? How do you know him?” looking to the side of me and at the table, my eyes widened. Dropping my sandwich to the floor “Bonita? I mean Robyn. What are you doing here?” picking my sandwich back up “uhhh, oh wow Kellen, Tiffany” Kellen squinted his eyes at me, I am speechless the fuck is this set up “I came to see my friend, I have time off from work, you knew this” oh wow, she is so beautiful “ok, what is happening here?” Kellen had to be here “next please” looking ahead of me, it’s my turn, this is so fucked up.

Holy shit she is walking over to me, I never knew I mean I have been very busy for once but I wasn’t ready. Pushing my snapback down further more “I did actually tell you I was coming” Kellen is staring at me so hard “I’ve been busy and my mobile number has changed, like an idiot I dropped it in the toilet. Yes I use my phone in the bathroom, so I got a new one I was going to tell you but this was literally yesterday it happened. Wow, this is happening so quick. I mean I just can’t believe you’re here” I needed to mentally build myself for this and now look at me, stuttering all over the place “well here I am, I got a week off so I came to see Tiffany and then you are here. I didn’t come just for you so you can switch that thought off” my smile grew “well erm, it’s good to see you Bonita” Robyn placed her hand over her mouth giggling “it’s how I imagined” biting my bottom lip, do I hug her. What do I do” I am so awkward “I mean this is the first time meeting, it had to be here. I wish I knew earlier now, I mean do I hug you? That is what people do when they meet right? I mean is this something you wanted to see?” Robyn laughed at me “well you did say you would show me Texas, get your Latte” she pointed out, the person didn’t even say anything “oh yeah” grabbing my Latte to go “and that is what people do when they actually meet you’re right” Robyn walked off back to Kellen, she dresses so good.

I wish this didn’t happen though in front of Kellen “cousin” Kellen said, smiling at Robyn as she sat down “I will give my new mobile number” Robyn pointed at me smiling “well, you are my tour guide” see, this is what I love about her “I am just going to speak to my cousin, be back” Kellen got up from his seat “enjoy your sandwich though” smiling at her, Kellen hit my arm wanting me to go. Stepping outside knowing for a fact what this nigga going to say “ok, what the fuck?” holding my drink out to him “hold it” I want to unlock my car door, Kellen is in shock just staring at me and I know what he wants to say but I don’t want to know “Maurice, nigga. Talk to me” pulling open my car door, grabbing my Latte from him and leaning down into my car and placing it into the holder “I am talking to you, what do you want” moving out of my car and turning to him “how?” he said, I shrugged “how, what? What is it? Come on” Kellen looked at the Starbucks “how do you know Robyn? That’s my friend” licking my top lip looking up at the sky “we spoke” closing my car door, I just didn’t want him to know and now he does.

Sitting on the edge of the car front, taking a bite of my sandwich “spoke? When? I introduced you to her at the wedding and you didn’t care, what is this speaking you’re saying? She knows you’re married” staring at the sandwich, this is good actually “nope, you’re not going to say anything either” looking up at Kellen “why wouldn’t I?” is this nigga dumb “Kellen, I added her on Facebook. Shit just escalated from there, don’t blow this for me. You know my situation and you know I never wanted to marry her, please Kellen. I won’t hurt her, we are just getting to know each other, I think she is nice” my cousin is not happy “but I don’t want her to get hurt, like you said. She is nice, I am a bad friend if I lie. Tiffany will kill me” getting up from my position “does she know I am married?” I asked “no, she ain’t even met Naomi” that is a good thing “Kellen, Naomi is not for me. The marriage is gone, she can’t even have a fucking baby. I am done, just shut your mouth on this. I ain’t ask anything from you but this I am, please” Kellen placed his hands on the top of his head “fine, if you hurt her. She is innocent in this, I will beat you myself. I am lying to my wife here” he can’t kill a fly but I will take it “I won’t, just be blind to it. I honestly like Robyn, nigga look how beautiful she is. That day I had so much on my mind that I couldn’t think, Shawn pushed me to do it and now look. Please let me be happy” I am begging to happy, how sickening is this “Kellen, we going now” Tiffany came from behind him, I don’t know. Something with Robyn that makes me want to smile, staring at her just staring at me “uh yeah, we finish now” I want to dick her so bad.

Robyn looked at my Porsche and then back at me “your car?” she asked, looking behind me “my dad’” I lied, Kellen glared at me “nice car” Kellen walked by me “let’s sit in the car Tiffany, but let me say something to my cousin” Kellen grabbed my arm and dragged me away from them “does she know who you are?” shaking my head “I said hotel manager” Kellen rolled his eyes “Tiffany fucking knows my uncle which is your dad owns these things, you want it to work you tell the truth on that part. She doesn’t know you’re married so that is fine, she won’t ever say anything like that but work wise, tell the truth” he is right, I wasn’t thinking “aight I will” turning around “Bonita!” I spat “Bonita? The fuck?” Kellen walked away in annoyance “come here please” I really need to finish my sandwich off “can we trust him?” Tiffany said before Kellen dragged her away “yeah?” I wish I knew she was here beforehand “we can meet tomorrow, are you staying? Or you leaving?” I should be going New Jersey but that is cancelled now “fine, text me your new number. Rude, didn’t even send me it either” looking down at my sandwiches “you want some?” I offered “no, keep that but text me. We can meet tomorrow and I am staying at a hotel” my eyes lit up “which hotel?” I hope it’s the ones we own “Davenport” I knew it, laughing a loud “what’s funny?” shaking my head “I got to tell you something before you go, I don’t want to seem like a bad guy because I am not. Just the situation I am in, you know when I said I am a hotel manager, that is somewhat true but my family own Davenport hotels, I run these hotels now” Robyn placed her hand over her face “I am sorry for making it out like it was just a hotel, I didn’t want to like scare you away” I probably have now, Robyn looked up at me “I feel a little stupid because, your cousin said about it. I should have put one and one together, I was thinking but then it is still kind of not wrong what you said, we can speak tomorrow if you want” she is so nice, god she is good “for sure, but this, the money. It doesn’t change anything, seriously” she smiled at me walking backwards.

Closing the car door as I got into the car, that was so random. Imagine seeing him here out of all the places in the world, kind of makes sense when he was not answering my texts “don’t be smiling in the back, since fucking when?” Tiffany turned in the front seat to look at me “I am not smiling” waving her off “yes the fuck you are, how? Please explain” rolling my eyes sighing out, looking out of the car window seeing Maurice’ car. I don’t know, he didn’t tell me the truth but I don’t blame him “well” looking back at Tiffany “he added me on Facebook and he was like we met at the wedding and I did remember him, it was really nothing. We just spoke on a level, like friends would. We ended up exchanging numbers, texting ended up being calls and then facetime. I find him funny, at the wedding we didn’t get to really see each other but we just grew close, that kind of person you grow used too” Tiffany gawked at me “but why did you not say anything? To me anyways” I shrugged “I said nothing to Leon either, I don’t know where it will take me. We been meaning to meet and now we have” this is why I didn’t say anything, she all pushy with me “so what do you think to my cousin? He’s got a good heart Robyn, he will do a lot for you” Kellen spoke, frowning at him “we not even together, calm down. I can tell what he is like, he is very kind hearted with me. He understands my line of work, he’s different from what I have dated” Tiffany kissed her teeth at me “you didn’t tell me, ain’t shit ass” Tiffany still hasn’t grown up, still has a tantrum.

“You know his ass is rich, he more rich than Kellen” I knew Tiffany wasn’t staying quiet “I know, I realised I am in the hotel they own. Kellen you ain’t say shit, and you made me pay!?” I just realised this “well I didn’t know, we told you to stay with me but I know now why, you wanted to get dicked down by my cousin, we know!!” I want to slap Kellen but I won’t “that is a lie, you think he likes me?” I can ask these things now “like you? He seems a little taken back by you, and it’s weird because his dad, well my uncle. He never gave him that, see how it goes. When you seeing each other again? He will probably find your hotel room number” I gasped “joking, I am playing. But you feeling my cousin? Didn’t seem it on the day” I shrugged laughing “because it was hectic, I wasn’t looking for a man. I was there for the wedding, he added me. I told you, we just text and it happens. You get used to that person, I just want to see how it goes. If he think he can give me shit I am not having it but he seems like a loving guy, I want that” Tiffany cooed out “daddys girl wants some loving, loving from the D, don’t give me that” it’s always about sex when it’s not, she is stupid.

Kellen’ and Tiffany’ apartment is so cute “so, while Kellen is gone, let’s talk” Tiffany just wants more gossip “we could be cousin in laws, I didn’t know about Maurice. Kellen mentioned it, the thing about this family they are so different. They keep themselves to themselves, you know like my mom goes to your house and we all just do things together. They don’t, it’s like you stay there and I stay here which is weird to me. Kellen said that his father owns all of the hotels, Maurice will get the hotels. It’s weird, you don’t get to know much about them at all. Oh god, you ever seen his sister? Maurice’ sister is a bitch, straight up. Girl, she saw me and Kellen and had the nerve to look away from me. Good luck with that” that is horrible and petty “god, how mean. So she just ignored you, I guess it’s the power of money. They should do better with the money they have, see how it goes. It’s early days, I am open to new beginnings and someone that is in need” Tiffany stared at me dumbfounded “I am into my feelings, you know this. I just feel like Maurice is missing something, he is a good guy so either way we will speak” Tiffany giggled “you so into your feelings I love it, when I told your ex that you are into your feelings and he said how, and then you blurted out because I ain’t even in love that’s why. And you don’t see or feel shit” laughing out loud “stop it, that was so rude. I couldn’t help it” that was so funny, no wonder he left my ass because I was rude.

Watching Kellen and Tiffany argue with each other over cooking, they so cute though. My phone pinged at the side of me, new number which can only mean one person.

From: Maurice

To: Robyn

It’s Maurice, took me time to text. Hope I ain’t like fucked it up. I was shocked to see you, I wish my phone didn’t mess up on me though x

Even a little kiss which is cute of him, I don’t know why he feels as if he messed up because he really hasn’t. It is really not a big lie, he probably felt like I would be with him well speak to him because of money which is not the case. I don’t care for money, money is in my bank so I don’t need that.

To: Maurice

From: Robyn

Don’t even think that, you know me. At your big age you shouldn’t care lol jk, it’s weird seeing you in person. We can meet tomorrow BUT you have to find my hotel room, I will be ready by 12:30pm and if you ain’t here by 1:00pm I am going out. Let’s see if you can impress ;)

I am playing with him which I shouldn’t but we shall see, biting my bottom lip not knowing if to send it or not but I am. This is me, I like to keep them on their toes. My mom is constantly like that with my dad, pressing send on the message giggling to myself “you sent a risky text? This is so weird to me” Kellen said from the kitchen “I will let you know if your cousin succeeds which I am ninety nine percent sure he will” I guess it will be a nice little first meet tomorrow for us.

#chrianna ff #chrianna #fanfiction #fanfic

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littlebitlizbit · 5 years ago

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Tinker... Where do I begin? With his spirit, his sass? His grumble meow, or his cooing purr? The crook at the top of his long broken tail, or his blown out oracle eye? There are so many feelings and emotions that his name brings up, and I hope that I have the words to get them out right...

So right, where do I begin? I guess at the beginning.

About two and a half years ago my household lost one of our cats to old age. Our other cat, Rufus, was never a huge fan of his late sibling, but he was still used to anothers cat’s company. I wanted to bring him in a new friend, but knew that financially it would be a stretch. I have a rare genetic disorder that gets in the way of full time work, and vet bills, especially for older cats, tend to add up... but still, Ruffie needed a companion.

I started to look online at some of the various animal rescues around the lower mainland, and stumbled across Katie’s Place. It is a no kill cat rescue, that offers a unique option for those looking to adopt.

It’s called the Permanent Foster Program. This program exists to get the most in need cats into a household asap. It applies to the senior cat’s, in Kate’s Place care, that have non life threatening issues. The hardest part about adopting out older cats is people’s concerns over vet bills, and this is where Katie’s place differs from most shelters... They work with vets who continue to see the cats for the remainder of their lives, and Katie’s Place covers any fees or medication costs.

I started looking through their cats available for adoption gallery, and finding out which ones were available for the PM program. There were at least three that could have been a good fit, so a friend and I headed out on one of their open house days to meet the candidates.

I remember thinking how smart of a set up they had, to house the rescues in a comfortable way. You pass through a safety gate and into a comfortably lit portable, with rooms running down either side of the hall, each with an connected covered patio. Instantly we were greeted by the “hall cats.” We entered the first room, that comfortably housed about 6 rescues. One of the PF cats was sleeping in her bed, and she perked up as I put my arm near her bed. She was a beauty white fluffy girl, who was sweet, but wasn’t a fan of other cats, so not the best fit. As we popped in and out of the rooms, I had my eye out for one named Smigeon, a black fluffy guy who sounded chill on the website. He was in one of the rooms towards the back, on the porch, a volunteer informed me. On the way through to him, my eye was draw to this miserable looking cat, with very obvious sight issues. He was bald and covered in scabs, raising his paw cautiously in front of himself from on top of a cage within a cage. There was something about him... but not wanting to startle him, I let him be, and continued through the door to find Smigeon snoozing utop a cat tree. He instantly rolled over and gave me the sweetest look and started purring at my pets. I was sold, and went to tell the woman in charge that I would like to take him. As I was petting some cats nearby her and another volunteer, I overheard the volunteer tearfully say “I don’t want him to die in here.” I went over and asked what was up, and was told that Smigeon came in with another cat, but this other cat was super sick, and had a stomach tumour, and wasn’t expected to last more than two weeks. I called home and asked my partner if he trusted me, and he said yes. I told him we were getting two cats. Turns out the mostly blind scabby guy was Smigeon’s old house mate. I knew that I could give him so much love in the time he had left, and though it would hurt, resigned myself to this short term guy. I was told to really have a think about it overnight, and was there the moment they opened the next day with carriers ready to bring them home.

It was as if this scabby cat, this Tinker, knew we were coming for him. He was off of his smaller cage, and at the mouth of his big one with his paw outstretched towards me the moment I walked in. My friend helped cage up Smigeon while I got Tinker into his. Smige fell asleep in his cage on the way home, while Tinker, sat half in his cage, half on my lap, staring either at me or out the window. He could see a bit...but not much.

And then the boys were home.

Smigeon pranced around the house like he was the happiest prince. He LOVED water, like would let the tap drip on his head he loved it so much (even tried to jump into the bath with me once.) Rufus was wary of Smigeon, there were a couple hisses, but for the most part didn’t seem to mind him.

Tinker was another story... the poor guy walked into walls and chairs, but could see at least a little bit and had great hearing. Rufus was mesmerized by him. Like he could tell that something was wrong with this guy, so wasn’t aggressive in the least bit. If Tinker hissed, Ruffie would just quietly sniff near him, and give him space.

That first night, all the cats were on the bed. Tinker couldn’t jump up on his own, so I made him a set of makeshift stairs, that he ended up being really good with. He then marched, with all the grumpy sass of an old man, onto my chest, and promptly curled himself around my neck, falling almost instantly and deeply asleep. I knew then and there that this cat had my heart, in a way that I’d never experienced before.

Sure, I’ve had some great cats, amazing cats, sweet silly cats. One of my favourite cats growing up was exceptional, Taz. He was a rescue, a smushed faced himalayan persian, who would jump from the floor up to my stomach then from stomach to shoulder and perch there. He’d give me kisses and hugs, sat on my lap every meal and whenever I was on a couch. He slept at my feet and used to love to sit on my chest and just stare at me, purring. He was the cat that made me fall in love with grumpy old man cats... but he has long since passed and I didn’t think I’d ever get that lucky again.

I was wrong.

As the days went by, Tinker thrived. Him and Rufus seemed to be bonding exceptionally fast, and he would devour any food that was put in front of him. He loved fresh water, and would drink loudly while padding the floor, and then would put his paw right into his mug. Oh yes, he drank out of a Batman mug, he wouldn’t drink out of a bowl, but the mug was his jam.

Smigeon, our clean, other than being older, bill of health kitty, on the other hand, was not doing well. No matter what I’d put down for him food wise, he wouldn’t eat. Not even fresh cooked meat or bacon. I started to “baby bird” him and would fill a thick syringe up with moist food, and feed him that way. He ate a tiny bit of dry food one day, and he’d drink tons of water. After a week I brought him and Tinker in for a check up, since Tinker’s skin condition didn’t seem to be getting any better, and Smigeon was getting weaker. Turns out Tinker, and now my house, had ringworm. But poor Smidge, the vet wanted to keep overnight, to see if he’d improve after being on an IV. I was called the next day by the vet, Dr.Gold, who told me that they did some more tests on Smigeon, and it turned out that his entire body was riddled with tumours. He was weak and in pain and the vet said there was nothing they could do, and that we needed to let him go. I rushed out in time to hold him, give him lots of loves and pets, as he crossed the rainbow bridge in my arms. It was hard, and unexpected, but I’m thankful that he at least got to have a final couple of weeks in a loving home.

He and Smigeon did not come from a safe/loving home. Tinker had scarring that showed not only a once broken tail, but also ribs. Some of his teeth were broken, and he wasn’t born blind, but one of his eye was completely blown out. Both cats were surrendered after a raid, completely matted and dehydrated. It boils my blood to think that some people can be so cruel...

Back home, now Rufus had contracted ringworm, and both Tinker and him had to be quarantined in the spare room, while we disinfected the entire house. Tinker was on cold meds, as well as ringworm meds, and it took me a few times to figure out the best way to administer it. He would go full on feral if I tried to pinch his mouth open at all, but the liquid meds seemed to be the easiest, while I held him with my arms and legs. Both boys had to get bathed once every 2 to 3 days for about two months, and we had to completely disinfect their room a couple of times a day.

During this time I would go, in my massive Batman onesie, and just lay down with them. Rufus was never big on pets and cuddles, but everytime Tinker would march straight up my chest, and lay claim to the real estate around my neck. My guess is that my breath on him from there was comforting, like he knew he was safe... The two boys became inseparable in that time, and Ruffie actually started to want tactile love. Rufus had never liked to sleep near any other cats, but the two of then now cuddled almost constantly.

Finally, after getting the final check/ok from the vets, the boys quarantine was over. (Funny side story, during that visit Tiker needed to have bloodwork done... I could hear him yowling down the hall, and when they brought him back in the vet tech was wearing a fully padded suit, and plastic neck and face guard. She basically threw him at me...poor feral guy, but was calm the second he was back in my arms) Tinker was the first out of the room, slowly but surely relishing in his new freedom. Rufus was a little more cautious upon exiting the room, but cautious is kind of his default.

Slowly but surely more of Tinker’s personality started to come out, as he blossomed. We’d now had him for about three months, and he was showing no signs of slowing down...in fact quite the opposite. After watching him one morning accurately swat at and chase a fly, I realized how good his hearing was. The pet store near me sold these crinkle balls, that made the slightest noise while being batted around. As soon as I dropped it for him, a new Tinker was unleashed. He chased and batted around that thing with the energy and accuracy of a kitten. I couldn’t believe it. Neither could the vet. On his next check up they were pleased at his weight gain, and the fact that his fur was starting to grow back in (the exact same shade as Rufus, who knew!?). His tumour wasn’t growing, but it also wasn’t shrinking, so he was put on some pain meds to make him a little more comfortable. He became even more active after that. It’s funny, he would sing, literally sing and coo to his crinkle ball wherever he would catch it and carry it around in his mouth all proud like. If he’d lose it under some furniture, we’d have to go on our hands and knees around the house to see what he lost it under, because he would cry if he couldn’t find it. Finally I bought him a pack of 12 online, so that if he lost it, we could just pop him out another. Well that didn’t work out.... turns out this one crinkle ball in particular was his baby, and no matter what, we couldn’t trick him into a different one.

As winter started to melt into spring, and we started to let Tinker out into the front yard. It’s completely fenced in, and I'd sit with him while he explored, sniffing everything he could, with a lust for life.

When I was home (Which was most of the time) he would be my constant shadow. I sew, as well as make jewelry, and whenever, wherever I had a project on the go, Tinker would be right there beside me. I ended up getting him these vintage stools covered in padded fabric, and he would snooze lazily on them beside me as I worked away, occasionally waking up for some fresh water and head pets. Him and Rufus were still super close, cuddling for hours every day, an absolute first for Ruffie. He adopted a small Batman stuffy of mine, and started cuddling with it daily. The days that I had to go to work, he would give me sass all morning (if I put on makeup that seemed to be the give away that I was going out) and then come trotting to the door, as fast as he could, upon arriving back home. He did this hilarious thing when he was upset with me for going out... he’d crawl onto the bed and start biting the blanket. The first time he did it I thought he was stuck or something, but then I tried to pull the blanket away, and he grumble meowed. He would do it anytime I had to go out of town (The longest I was ever away was three nights) and usually when I’d come home from work. It turned out to be like a game of tug of war for him.

Before I knew it, a whole year had gone by with this little miracle. I was falling more and more in love with him as time went on, all the while painfully aware that every moment with him was a gift. He started to get a bit more grumbly, and eventually started developing mouth ulcers, apparently something common in cats with stomach cancer. During a check up the vet said it might be time to let him go, but he was still super active. Still eating and drinking a ton, still purred when getting love, and still played actively with his crinkle ball. We decided to treat the ulcers as best we could, and upped his CBD dose. The vet said that if the ulcers didn’t shrink with this treatment, that it might be time to let him go. I knew his lust for life, but alo didn’t want him to suffer. I remember getting him home, and telling him that I would fight for his life as long as he did. I know that cats can’t understand our language, but I feel like some of them are really excellent at picking up intent. He would always look me square in the eye, with whatever vision he had left, and seemed to be intently listening. He would talk back often too, it was pretty incredible.

That week he upped his active factor... Played more than usual, wanted to go outside more, cuddled a ton, and was just an overall super happy to be alive cat. I sent the vet videos of him from that week, and she couldn’t believe it. She agreed that this was a cat who still had living to do, so ulcer meds got added to the pain med list, and he kept on going.

I started working from home, and that really pleased Tinker, though he became even more bonded to me than I thought possible. It got to the point where I'd open the bathroom door, and there he’d be, sitting like a patient dog, waiting to crawl back into my lap. He took his meds like a champ, and just like that, we were passing the two year mark of bringing him home.

Things with him were mostly great, but he was starting to slow down little by little.

He started to pee on the floor once in awhile, around the litter box, rather than in it. He prefered to do his business outside, but if someone wasn’t around to take him out, he would let his displeasure be known this way. He started coming and asking for his pain meds at the exact time he was supposed to get them, if not a little earlier. He was getting slower and slower, and I knew that the time was near. I started to build up this steel wall of protection around my heart, because everytime I thought of life without him, I’d feel this overwhelming sense of loss, and couldn’t stop from crying uncontrollably. We took things a day at a time, and things were mostly normal, other than him getting a little slower. A couple of days after my birthday he was playing with his crinkle ball. The next day he didn’t eat much, but still drank a ton and went outside. The next day he didn’t eat anything, but still drank and went outside, albeit slowly. Three days after playing with his crinkle ball he had trouble standing. I looked him in the eyes and could see that my little miracle, the grumpy old man of my life, the cat love of my life, was done. I called the vet, and found out that our favourite Doctor was just getting home from Japan that night. The receptionist booked him in to be put to sleep the next day and I hoped, selfishly, that our she could make it in.

I was with him 24/7 that final week, and spent the last 48 hours on the floor with him. The morning of his appointment i brought him onto my chest, one final time onto the bed. He fell fast asleep, and I got to just feel his warmth and breath for about 4 hours. Finally, but way too soon, it was time. My friend picked me up, and we drove him out, as we had for multiple check ups, him wrapped in a towel on my lap. The wall of protection around my heart was suffering terrible fissures, but I knew that I had to be strong for him. I did my best not to cry or allow my energy to get upset, so as not to upset him. Thankfully Dr.Gold, our favourite vet, was able to make it in. She set aside a room fo us for an hour, dimmed the lights, and had a beautiful hand knit blanket for him. Remembering what he was like that last time he got poked with a needle, I asked them if I could go in the back with him to have the IV put in, and they were kind enough to just do it all right in the room. He didn’t even squawk when they administered it, which just solidified for us how done he was. We were offered more time with him, but I knew he was done, and every moment with him now was a selfish one. He closed his eyes for pets, then looked at me one final time, as the rainbow bridge opened in front of him.

Afterwards I felt strangely numb, but also calm. I did what I had set out to do, two years previous, and was given so much more than I ever could have hoped for. As I’m typing this I’m crying, and have had to take multiple breaks. Knowing that such a special relationship is over, in these forms, has been harder than I’d care to admit. Being prepared to lose him from the get go hasn’t made grieving any easier. Greif is such a funny thing, that comes for you when you’re least expecting it. I’m bursting into tears much more than I’m comfortable with, but I know things will get easier with time. I’ll never stop missing him, but will always be forever grateful for every single bonus day we had together.

Rufus is doing ok now, though he is grieving too. His tail had a droop to it, and was yeowling the nights away... So I did what I did the last time he lost a sibling... He now has a new PF brother, Clue. I may not have much money, or energy, but I saw first hand the difference love and affection can have on a life. Clue is an all black fluffy guy, just like Smigeon was, and has asthma. He’s drooly and sweet, and him and Rufus have already started sleeping on the couch together. There is no way that Tinker could ever be replaced. That’s a hole in my soul that I don’t think will ever fully heal...but knowing that I’m making a difference in another life helps.

There are so many animals in need of loving homes, and not enough homes to house them. If you can, please consider adopting from our local shelter or animal rescue. I get the impulse for wanting a certain breed, but going to a breeder or a pet store is unnecessary. Just as many pure breeds cycle through rescues as not, so if you’re patient you can become the furrever home to the pet of your dreams, for a fraction of the price, and every fee paid to a rescue ensures that they can continue to help more animals.

My time with Tinker taught me to really appreciate life, and see things to be thankful for with crystal like clarity. He’s taught me compassion and patience on a new level, and gave me a lifetime's worth of cat love memories.

Think of all that your next rescue could teach you, and start looking. Nothing would make me happier than if this story can inspire you to open your heart, and home. It can be hard, it can be painful, but I promise you, it’s worth it.

Please consider donating to Katie’s Place if you have the means. Or your own local animal rescue.

http://katiesplaceshelter.com/

Thank you.

Love always,

Elizabeth xoxo

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something-imagined · 8 years ago

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Full request (since I couldn’t fit all of it in the header): “...the reader's Cheryl's (and Jason's before his death) younger sister and is gay, but doesn't want to tell Cheryl because their parents are 'somewhat' homophobic (as in the kind that 'accept' the LGBT community but wouldn't want any of their family to be LGBT, sort of thing) and the reader doesn't know how she'll take it, but then Cheryl finds out somehow? Thanks so much!”

It didn’t feel like you were living a lie, not really.

Sure, it was hard when Cheryl tried to play matchmaker and set you up with various appropriate candidates and then frustrated not understanding why none of them peeked your interest. It was hard when you had to pretend to not be interested in love at all when you couldn’t help checking every cute person of the same sex as you. Fortunately Jason let you be, though he too did offer to “help you out, y’know” he didn’t push.

You didn’t dare tell them, it was too risky considering your parents view on “the gays”, you didn’t know how it had affected your siblings opinions - and you weren’t exactly dying to find out.

“What are you thinking about?” Cheryl interrupts your thoughts with a smile that demanded you rattentionen back to her.

“Not much, I just... I have a lot of homework now,” you say, smiling back slightly before returning to your book.

Your sister doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, just studies your face for a moment before she speaks again with a casual tone. “Hey, have you seen the new kid at school? Pretty cute, I’d say. What’s (their/her/his/its/whatever’s) name, Alex... something?”

Your heart skips a beat. “Alex? Eh, I don’t- I don’t know what you mean, they’re- eh...”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Cheryl waves her hand to dismiss your protests, “I just thought they’d be more your type, since you’re gay and everything.”

Silence filled the room. Cheryl was no longer looking at you, but down in her textbook - as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb. A rainbow bomb, you thought and couldn’t resist a small smile.

“How did you know?” You had to ask.

“Oh please, I’ve tried to figure out your type since forever so I could find you someone fun, but it seems I was looking in the wrong team,” she looks up and winks. “I’m slightly offended you didn’t tell me sooner, I am your sister after all, and think about all the cute people I could’ve paired you with! We’ve really wasted time.”

“Yeah... sorry about that,” you let out a relieved laugh.

“That’s OK, I forgive you,” she throws you a wink.

“Hey Cheryl, thank you, for... y’know”

A nod and a small smile, “Of course, anything for you; always.”

#cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom imagine #imagine #riverdale imagine #riverdale #jason blossom #jason blossom imagine

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stanknotstark · 4 years ago

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Astral Pt. 17 (Loki x Reader)

Uh oh it’s meet the parents time, well not time yet but like Odin has requested you visit Asgard. Also there’s some uh sexy times in this. I couldn’t figure out how to write this without the stuff happening like i can’t just skip over it say that you panicked and leave it at that so I tried my best to write sexy times. It was extremely hard dude like how do you guys do it so effortlessly?!

P.S. IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE SEXY TIMES I BOLDED THE QUOTE BEFORE IT STARTS. The only reason I put it in here was to show that you do have trauma, it is not pushing the plot in any way, shape, or form.

You had set things up for your mother by talking to Stark. She wasn’t going to live in the tower. Being without her powers and living as another, normal, mortal was her punishment. So, you had Stark set her up a bank account with enough money to be comfortable for a couple months. She would have to find a job to continue to make money and survive in the real world. He also had an apartment bought for her, furnished.

She was getting off lightly, most people didn’t get any of this, had to survive the streets without anything given to them to cushion their fall into adulthood so it helped your guilt about the whole situation a little bit. You try to chastise yourself, this woman had tried to have you killed then tried to kill you herself. She doesn’t deserve your guilt but it’s something built into you that you can’t change, at least without time.

As you walk Madonna up to her apartment you ask the important question, “Do you happen to know where Kang is hiding?”

Madonna frowns at you as you both stop in front of the apartment’s door. “Child, your powers aren’t developed enough to take him on. He’s a prodigy of his time, a genius if you will. If you fight him now he will break you down, destroy you and everything you know, and then take you away and build you into what he wants.”

You chew on the inside of you cheek.

“I’m not as weak as you think. Everyone always underestimates me but regardless I will train and when I think I’m ready I’ll come back and you’ll tell me where he is?” You proposition.

Madonna sizes you up with her eyes but gives a short nod and you give her a small smile then nod at the door.

Madonna takes the keys you hand her and unlocks her apartment. You both walk in and marvel at how nice it is. It’s sleek and modern but the price was reasonable.

The apartment is near to Stark’s tower, something you all had taken to calling the Avenger’s tower now, which is why the price is reasonable. With the whole invasion on his tower all the real estate prices around it had plummeted to an all time low. There were new insurance companies that had sprung up too, superhero insurance, in case your home got destroyed by a fight or invasion.

Madonna makes her way into the living room and sits on the couch with a content sigh. You stand awkwardly at the entrance.

“You seem happy to be here.” You point out in a confused voice.

Madonna looks at you and actually gives genuine smile.

“While I’m afraid of not having my powers I can handle myself just fine and, without my powers, all my responsibilities have been cut in half. You’ll understand the obligations of a celestial if you ever create your own world and beings.” Madonna explains as she runs a hand over the top of the couch and looks around the room.

You frown at her, consider your next question with a pros and cons list in your mind. The pros outweigh the cons though.

“Will you teach me to be a celestial?”

Madonna looks at you again and you watch as she thinks.

“I can answer any questions you have but I think that is something you must learn on your own.” She says slowly.

You shrug at her, “Worth a shot.”

You help her settle in the apartment, bringing in her bags of new clothes you had helped her buy. When she is settled you make your leave in Tony’s car.

You’re not sure you really want to go back to the tower just yet so you make a detour and find yourself at a park. Specifically the Super park. Very original name you can’t help but think sarcastically.

This is a park set up in NYC that holds statues of the Avengers. It’s practically abandoned and covered in graffiti you note as you walk through it. The park had began with good intentions but when the public got their hands on it it had been devastated.

While a lot of people loved the Avengers it was inevitable that there would be those who didn’t like the Avengers, that hated them. People had lost businesses, people, their whole lives in the invasion. The Avengers were the only ones to blame seeing as Loki had been taken off world. The whole situation makes you uncomfortable because there are still lots of people fighting about how the Avengers should be controlled by the government. They believe the Avengers are unstable without regulation. This argument had been brought up right after the invasion and luckily the Avengers could ignore it but now it was getting out of hand and would need to be handled with care.

You know it’s something you’ll have to face in the future but right now, at the present, it is not a problem you can solve so you let it leave your mind and continue walking around, reading the plaques on your teammates statues.

You get into a battle stance as you feel magic crackle to life beside you. You relax as you see the bifrost burn its sigils into the ground next to you. When the light has left and you look at the markings on the ground you see a letter in the middle. You look up at the sky with a confused look but walk over and pick up the letter.

The letter is of old, yellowing parchment. It’s waxed closed with a family crest. It’s on deep red wax, gold dusting helps define the crest. You file a finger nail under the wax with care so as not to rip the letter as you open it. Then, you open and read it.

Lady Y/N,

You have been summoned by the Allfather to attend a royal feast in two days time. The Allmother has requested a days time to communicate.

You swallow. You had hoped you’d have more time to get used to meeting the parents but it seems that was cut short. You fold the short letter and make your way back to the car. You needed to speak to Loki about this new development.

When you arrive back at the tower Loki is in the lab with Clint and Tony. Loki hovers over an arrow, working magic on it, muttering under his breath, and Tony and Clint watch from his sides, leaning forwards with curiosity.

You clear your throat and while Tony and Clint glance at you, Loki continues enchanting the arrow. You smile at them both so they know you’re not here with anything important. Not to them, at least.

Loki finishes enchanting the arrow and hands it to Clint with a smirk.

“Try it, archer.” Loki says.

Clint does a few bunny hops and throws his hands out in a gimme gesture. Him and Tony go to the area of his lab that is cleared and holds a destroyed Iron Man suit, as a target you guess.

Loki comes to you distracting you from the two men. At the nervous look on your face Loki reaches a hand out and holds your upper arm in his hand as if to ground you, and frowns down at you. “What happened?”

You pull the letter you had received from your back pocket and hold it between you and Loki. Loki’s eyes fill with understanding as he sees the letter.

You’re both distracted as Clint gives a happy holler and Tony says a fascinated ‘sweet’. When you look over you see an arrow embedded in Tony’s old suit. The metal, instead of Red and Gold, is now of an animated rainbow color.

You raise your eyebrows at Loki who looks at you and shrugs. Then Loki releases your arm and grabs the letter you still hold up. As he reads it you hug yourself and move from foot to foot in nervousness.

He looks at you, magics the letter away and pulls your arms away from your body till he’s holding both your hands.

“It shall be alright, darling. The Allfather, while he dislikes me,” At this you frown at Loki, he had never really explained why he didn’t call his father father anymore and now you’re learning there is for sure something wrong between them, “He is not biased about the company I hold. Be yourself around him but do not get upset if he doesn’t like you. It means no less about him welcoming you into the family.”

You bite your lip but nod. You’re not soothed at all but you’ll pretend for Loki’s sake.

“Mother will adore you, I have no doubts about that.” Loki says, squeezing your hands, his thumbs then caressing the top of them.

“You’ll have to get me the proper clothes for the feast and all.” You tell Loki, your eyes trailing to your hands in his. You appreciate that Loki’s hands are perfect for yours. His are bigger than yours but slim so they don’t engulf your hands. You can feel each callous from his usage of weapons as he caresses your hands.

“I will make you the required clothes, you will look stunning, darling.” Loki says bringing one of your hands up and kissing your knuckles.

That’s when Clint and Tony come over.

“What’s happening over here, hot shot?” Clint asks you.

You look to Clint with a small smile.

“I’m to meet Loki’s parents.” You say, feeling Loki tense at the word parents but he relaxes just as quickly. Loki drops one of your hands but continues holding the other as he turns and looks at Tony and Clint.

Tony’s eyes widen. “You’re meeting the parents already?”

You chuckle, kicking the ground lightly with the toes of your shoe, a nervous tick. “Ya, technically it’s time, I’ve been with Loki for awhile now.” You shrug.

Tony gasps out a laugh, Clint smiling at your nonchalance. You suspect Clint, at least, knows you’re definitely freaking out inside.

“Ok, well don’t listen to that bullshit about being yourself,” As Tony says this you see Loki roll his eyes and look at you with a fond look, “That never works, kiss their ass if you really want them to love you.” Tony finishes his advice to which Clint laughs with you, Loki merely smiles.

“Tony is right. All parents have this thing where they never feel any person is good enough for their child. Kissing their asses would be beneficial.” Clint says, bringing an arm around Tony’s shoulders and they both smile at you.

You roll your eyes, you can feel yourself relaxing though so you appreciate what they’re obviously doing.

“Ok guys, while i appreciate what you’re doing I need some time to figure out what I’m going to say to them and all so.” You give a small wave.

Loki goes to release your hand but you grab it again and tug on it. Loki smiles at you then nods at the two men and follows behind you.

You find yourself and Loki cuddled up together in your living room. The TV is running in the background, the noise low, but you’re not really sure what’s playing.

You find that you don’t really want to focus on the upcoming event and instead just ask Loki random questions.

“If you adopted a pet what would you name it?” You ask as you curl into Loki.

Your head is resting on Loki’s upper chest, your arms around Loki fiddling with his clothes. He sits up with him arms wrapped around your waist too, his chin resting on your head.

“Einar.” Loki says thoughtfully. “I’ve always been curious about cats. Perhaps one day, when we have a place to call our own, we may look into adopting one?” Loki asks.

You lose your breath at Loki’s words. Moving in together was a huge milestone for a relationship, at least here on Earth, you’re not sure about Asgard. Loki said it so casually too, as if he has already thought about it, planned it out, and that makes you extremely happy, if not a little guilty. Guilty because you hadn’t had those thoughts yet. You reason that there hasn’t been time recently to do it though.

“Darling?” Loki asks, pulling you from your thoughts, he shifts both of you so he may look down at your face now. You see a slight frown on his face and it also shows doubt, as if he said something wrong.

You look up at him and smile, “I would love that.” You say softly causing Loki to smile at you too.

You settle against him again, your head now resting on his shoulder.

“Is there something that reminds you of me?” You now ask.

You can feel Loki thinking which makes you give a small smile.

“When I see waffles I instantly think of you. It does not sound romantic but the sight of them fills me with bliss. It stems from that moment you became angry with Steve because he did not make enough waffles to satiate your needs.” Loki chuckles as he says this.

You laugh and hug Loki tighter. “That is romantic, maybe not in a conventional way but romantic regardless. Plus, waffles are the best, I’ll fight you if you disagree.” You look up at Loki and give him a cute scrunch of your face as if you’re angry.

Loki laughs and shakes his head, “I have no doubt you will, darling.”

You think of another question and ask with a curious face. “If I was a dessert what would I be?”

Loki answers immediately. “Moon pie.”

You let a shocked look fall over your face. “Ok you said that like you’ve thought of it before. Why?”

Loki smirks, looks at the TV but you know his attention is on you.

“Because you have a hard exterior, it is able to be broken but protects what’s inside.”

You hum thoughtfully, “What’s inside?”

Loki looks back at you with a fond look. “All the mushy stuff. Your love, care, and kindness. Your troubles and all the emotions that come with that. Everything that makes you you.” Loki finishes and you look at him with a slightly ajar mouth.

Loki smiles and brings a hand up to close your open mouth then leans and kisses your lips.

When Loki pulls from you you smile but lightly slap Loki’s chest. “You may pretend you’re not romantic but you’re such a romantic.” You say causing Loki to roll his eyes.

“I would say I have a reputation to uphold but that would be a lie and I refuse to lie to your face.”

You laugh and settle into Loki again. He brings his arms up and squeezes you to him.

“Will you make me something with your colors in it?” You say, tiptoeing the subject that needs to be talked about.

“Yes. On Asgard, to wear one’s colors is a sign of commitment and, in a way, shows my claim on you, that you’re mine.”

As Loki says this you bring a hand up to your necklace. “Oh.”

Loki lets one of his hands cover yours at your neck and caresses it with his thumb.

“Yours.” You whisper, looking down at your hands.

“Yes.” Loki whispers back.

You’re not really sure what’s happening right now. You’ve known you were Loki’s, sure, but right now it’s very intimate and you feel as if a milestone has been achieved.

You clear your throat but don’t move. Instead, Loki brings your hand to your lap but doesn’t let go of it.

“I assume I should call the Allfather, his majesty and the Allmother, her majesty?”

“Yes, unless they specify another name.”

“And the feast, what is that like?”

Loki hums, his fingers playing with your hand.

“It will be a five course meal. I suggest not eating much on each course if you plan to enjoy the full feast. Asgardian's eat like savages, using their hands like beasts,” You giggle at the disgust in Loki’s voice, “It will be filled with conversation but the real conversations will start after the feast. Once the feast is over there will be a reception where people share details of their travels with each other, however I’m sure you will be the center of attention for this reception.”

This makes you shiver with fear.

Loki uses his other hand, not holding yours, to rub your back.

“I would say you don’t have to worry but there will be women who challenge your feelings for me.”

“What?” You say a little shocked. “Like women who wish to date you?”

“Yes and no.” Loki says slowly. “Women who wish to date royalty.”

At this you pull from Loki and look at him with a frown.

“Their attempts will be met with disdain then. How dare they even attempt to date you for their own selfish, gold digging reasons!” You exclaim.

Loki smiles at you, his face full of adoration. “Please do, it will amuse me but most importantly show your devotion.” Loki lets go of your hand and brings it up to cup your jaw and caress your cheek.

“You will do marvelous if you stick to your truest self. Do not try to hide anything because the people of Asgard will sniff it out like a shark and blood. They feed off lies and doubt as if it is a weakness.”

You nod, the look in Loki’s eyes giving you confidence and determination. You will show those Asgardian’s who Loki chose to be with, why you were perfect together, soul bond or not. You’re determined to show those...those hussies why they don’t deserve Loki’s attention.

At the frustration rising in you as you think of the women that would use Loki you say, “I need to do something physical.”

Loki raises a brow at you and you let out a shocked laugh.

“Ok, that’s not what I had in mind but I’m not saying no.” You tell Loki who smirks at you.

You arrange yourself to straddle Loki’s lap and look down at Loki. He looks up at you, his pupil dilating.

“This is where you belong. On my lap, pleasing me.” Loki says in a deep voice filled with lust.

It makes you gasp and heat pools in your panties.

Loki gives a sharp smile and brings a hand up to bring your face to his. Right before your lips meet Loki says, “I wonder if you’ll beg for me, darling.”

You let out a soft breath, looking into Loki’s eyes. “I beg for no one.”

Loki growls and takes your lips with passion. You lose yourself in him, letting out whimpers when he pulls away to allow you to breath. Moaning when he squeezes your thighs hard enough to bruise.

You can tell he’s holding back. Forcing himself to try and be gentle and patient. You trust him.

You pull from his mouth and look into his now open eyes. “I think I’m ready...” You whisper. Loki’s eyes fill with more lust and he pulls your mouth back to his. As he kisses you he stands, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist.

You’re not sure how Loki does it, seeing as he never stops kissing you, but Loki walks you both to your bedroom and lays you on the middle of the bed, gently.

Instead of stripping you he starts by stripping himself. You smile at his way of giving you time to come to terms with what you’re going to do.

He strips down to his boxers then comes back and hovers over you. Your hands naturally come up and explore the exposed skin above you.

As your fingers trail from the waistband of his boxers to his chest, Loki starts kissing and nipping at your throat. Your other hand comes up and holds onto Loki’s arm that supports him. Loki finds a sensitive spot on your neck that makes you gasp, close your eyes, and the hand that had trailed on his chest slightly scratches at his skin as you curl it into a balled fist. Loki lets out a groan at the scratching.

You try to tab this new development in your mind but Loki is now playing with that spot on your neck with a fevered passion and you’re losing it.

Loki finally stops playing with you and pulls back to look down at you. “Green?”

“Green.” You say with your eyes closed, a blissed smile on your lips.

Loki hums and pulls at your t-shirt.

You open your eyes and nod, Loki pulls back to his knees and lets you sit up so you may take your shirt off. When it’s off, thrown into the room carelessly, you go to pull of your bra, hesitate, but unclip it and let your breast free anyways.

Loki catches your eyes but is satisfied with what he finds because he lays you down again, hovering over you.

He kisses the tip of your nose, both your cheeks, your mouth, chin, then delves further down and you gasp and grab at his hair as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your mind is going haywire with all the sensations you feel.

As Loki sucks and nips on one nipple, he uses his hand to play with the other. He pulls, pinches, and rolls the nipple between his fingers shooting pleasure through your body that pools into heat in your panties and causes you to moan softly.

You’re pretty sure your nipple will be bruised come tomorrow when Loki finishes with it. He looks up at you through his lashes and shoots you a small smile. You smile back at him, caressing his black locks of hair you had been tugging on.

He decides to come back up for your lips. As he kisses you he slides a hand between your bodies and unbuttons your jeans. When you don’t react in a bad way he then slips his hands under your jeans and panties and you gasp into his mouth as his fingers slide over your wet lips.

You try to stay focused on the kiss. Images you don’t like are flashing into your mind but you want this so bad so you try to force them away, desperate. Loki is running a finger from the base of your lips to the clit.

When Loki lets your lips go you breathlessly say, “Yellow.” With closed eyes.

However you whimper when Loki pulls his hand from your pants. You open your eyes to see Loki’s filled with concern.

“Don’t stop.” You whisper with a pout.

Loki gets a soft look on his face but no less lust. He slowly maneuvers his hand back in your panties and just rests it there, cupping you. Then, he brings his lips to yours again, probing your mouth with his tongue. You gain some confidence and fight Loki’s tongue with yours. After a second he lets you explore his mouth.

One arm wraps around Loki, your hand resting on his back, occasionally dragging your nails over his skin. The other finds its way down his chest, trails to his boxers, plays with the waistband. Loki lets out a breathless sigh as you pull your lips from his. His eyes are closed.

You watch his facial expressions as you slip your hand under his boxers and touch him for the first time. He hisses as you lightly touch the head, teasing the hole, then slowly trail you fingers over his whole cock. His face is beautiful, his eyebrows are stitched together, his eyes fluttering open to look at you with burning desire, but you can see he is still holding himself back. Letting you do what you’re comfortable with. This fuels you with confidence.

Loki bites his lip when you pull your hand from his boxers but takes them off when you pull at them. You watch, half sitting up on your elbows when Loki comes back to you. He straddles your hips and supports himself on his knees that pin you to the bed. His cock stands with attention. You appreciate it and look up when Loki asks, “Yellow?”

“Green.” You say.

Loki nods and cusps your neck with a hand, meeting you half way for a kiss. You now sit up and support yourself through your abdominal muscles. Instead of supporting you, you bring one hand between you and Loki and wrap your fingers around his base. Loki falters while kissing you as you move your hand from the base to the tip and back down. When your hand comes back up you spread his pre cum that dribbles out and tease his head again. At this Loki groans.

“Your hands are perfect,” Loki whispers, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on yours, “Everything about you is perfect, darling.” He whispers across your face.

This spurs you on. You bite your lip and watch Loki’s face as you find a sensitive spot right under his head, causing Loki to grip your arm with his free hand. The hand at your neck squeezes but moves to your shoulder so he does not choke you. His mouth opens slightly as you tease that one spot, his eyes squeezed tight. His body is tense above you.

“Does that feel good?” You ask quietly, a smirk on your face.

Loki’s eyes open to look at you, you hum at the need in them. “Yes, Gods yes, darling.”

“That’s too bad.” You say, looking down at your hand.

You stop playing with that spot on his head and spread more of his pre cum so you may stroke his entire length again. Loki loses the tenseness but not completely.

“You tease.” He breathes out.

You laugh lightly.

You focus on your hand again. As you stroke down you let your fingers wander further down and fondle his balls before coming back up and stroking him again.

You look up at Loki when he speaks.

“If I didn’t know-” Loki grunts as you stroke his tip, “-any better, I would think you’ve done this before.” He finally finishes.

You smile at him, his eyes fluttering shut, opening again to look at you.

“I read.” Is all you say.

You let your hand come back to that spot Loki loves and caress it, play with it, and that’s when Loki grabs your hand with his. His eyes squeezed shut.

“If you continue I will not last.” He says through clenched teeth.

You love that you make Loki feel like this, that you have this power over him.

You retract your hand and smile as you watch Loki compose himself, come down from his high.

When he is able he opens his eyes and looks down at you.

“Your turn.” He says, laying you down, hovering over you so he may access your wet lips.

He isn’t rough but he isn’t gentle when he slips his hand into your panties. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, as he leans down to kiss you. His fingers play with your lips before he finally starts to caress your clit.

You gasp into his mouth at the sensation. It lights your nerves on fire and you moan. He slowly circles it, at one point pinching lightly causing you to twitch and thrust into his hand.

Finally, Loki slowly breeches you with a finger. It’s slow going and you begin to shake. You’re getting images of your brother so your squeeze your eyes shut and take in a shuddering breath.

“Yellow?” You hear Loki ask, his hand now frozen.

“Yellow.” You whisper.

Loki kisses your lips then moves his mouth down, sucking on your neck instead. He bites and sucks at that spot you love but leaves it so he doesn’t leave a hickey. Instead he explores the other side. You relax into him, turning your head so he has better access to your throat.

Slowly Loki starts pumping his finger into you. You stop yourself from tensing and try to enjoy it. You focus on his lips gliding over your throat.

It’s when he tries to breech you with another finger that you have to stop him. When he tries pushing in a second and there is a slight pain that triggers you. You gasp and put a hand on Loki’s chest, your eyes squeezed shut you choke out, “Red, red!”

Loki stops everything, pulls his hand from your panties and his lips from your throat.

You just lay there, doing the breathing exercises Loki had taught you. Loki stays hovering over you but keeps minimal touch. You realize he doesn’t move because he doesn’t want to jar you.

You focus on Loki’s heartbeat, which beats under your hand that rests on his chest.

When you’re calm you realize what has happened and open your eyes with tears welling in them.

“I’m so sorry.” You gasp, trying to curl in on yourself.

Loki stops you, laying beside you and pulls you to him, hugging you.

“It’s fine, darling. I am not mad. I’m sad but only because you feel this way and shouldn’t. I am not sad because we had to stop.” Loki whispers into your hair as you sob into his chest.

“But I’m broken, Loki.” You blabber into his chest.

“Shh, you’re not broken, you are far from broken, darling. You are strong, you are capable, you are resilient.”

“Then why do I-”

“Darling,” Loki interrupts what you had been about to say, “You have been through a traumatic experience, something like this is expected but it does not make you weak or broken. You made it so far before you had to stop. If it was I who had to stop, would you think me weak or broken?”

You gasp and look at Loki now, fat tears spilling over your cheeks. “No! Never.”

“Then why do you speak of yourself like so?”

You swallow a sob, almost choke on it, but understand Loki’s point.

You nod at Loki who pulls you back into him and rubs your back as your crying slows.

When you’re quiet you realize the position you’ve left Loki in. He still stands at attention, not completely but it’s still there.

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop.” Loki says, gripping your chin so you look at him instead of his cock. “Do not apologize. It is something easily handled.”

You bite your cheek but nod. Loki places a peck on your lips.

“May I get dressed?” He asks, needing to know if you need more comfort, physically, or not.

You nod and crawl off the bed with him, searching for your shirt and bra as he dresses.

When you’re both dressed you stand in front of Loki, your hand gripping your other arm nervously.

“Thank you.” You say.

Loki smiles at you sadly but accepts you when you rush into him. His arm slips over your shoulders naturally.

“Should we get some lunch?” Loki asks as you both walk out to the living room.

“Yes, please.”

“Would you prefer to eat here or?”

You think on it but nod.

“Just us, if that’s ok with you?” You ask Loki who looks down at you with a smile.

“Of course it is.” He tells you making you relax.

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#loki x reader #astral #astral pt.17 #loki #loki odinson #my writing #lemon #very very lemon #while it was fun to write this stuff for public for the first time #i was frustrated the whole time because there is so much their bodies need to do and you need to specify #i kept going back because it plays like a movie in my head and i write what goes on #but i had to stop and go back and envision it again to make sure it is written correctly and detailed enough #idk why but only some things play as a movie in my head #sometimes i see the words in my head #sometimes it's the movie #it's weird and im not sure what triggers either thought #anyways enjoy

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Thailand (episode 1) - Bangkok, Chiang Mai and Pai

And so our journey continues. We awoke in Negombo both excited and slightly anxious given that we had overstayed our visa. This was due to our travel agent not being able to calculate 30 days from the day we arrived in Sri Lanka, but having been told that ‘sometimes its ok’ we decided to turn up hoping for the best!

Well the best came through, and not only did we not get charged for our late departure from the country, we also didn’t have to prove our onward journey from Thailand. We had discussed this in detail during our time at the Teak House, and as it was ‘technically’ a requirement to being allowed into Thailand we thought it best to book flights out of the country into Laos as we’d read that land based crossings, like the 20 hour bus ride, or savage six hour fast boat up the Mekong river, weren’t always accepted.

This is where the problem came about. Spud, bless his cottons, thought that he had found bargain flights into Laos that were half the price of those from Chiang Mai to Luang Prabang. Unbeknownst to him (and Em to be honest), he had searched for ‘nearby airports’ on Skyscanner, not unreasonably assuming that those nearby airports would still be in the blessed country that we wanted to get into! So, he booked them and thankfully we checked them once the confirmation was received. ‘Chiang Mai to Udon Thani’; hold on a second....where the chuff is this place neither of us had read about?! Thailand. He had booked internal flights. Fantastic. Anyway, silver linings and all, we shortly found out that the crossing into Laos from here was only two hours!

Moving on from the faux pas, the flight to Bangkok was easy; no complaints. As soon as we arrived we knew that we were in for a treat. Judging by the airport the country was much more metropolitan than Sri Lanka. We had a smooth entry to the country, but a slightly less smooth entry into Bangkok. For some reason the Bangkok airport website had failed to tell us that the bus we were recommended by them no longer existed, and it turned out the signage in the airport wasn’t so great either. It felt like we did five laps of departures before we worked out where to get the shuttle bus to the bus station (a good 20 minute ride away), only to find that not only the bus, but the actual bus terminal ceased to exist......Spud couldn’t help himself but pull a mini-strop, but we got over that one and organised a taxi to the city instead.

After a short nap at our hostel we headed out to explore some of the city. We walked to Chinatown as we had read it would an excellent place for food, and if London is anything to go by, Chinatown in a capital city is going to be pretty cool. Well Bangkok’s, in our opinion, takes first prize. The place is a hive of activity, with a fantastic atmosphere. We perused a few of the million+ street food vendors picking our starters as we went along. It was amazing to watch all the food being prepared and freshly cooked in front of us, especially after most of the Sri Lankan food had been sitting around for a number of hours and lukewarm at best! Our starters included: Thai savoury pancake - hard to tell the filling but some sort of mini taco pancake filled with something that had a resemblance to dried fish (gross), pork meatballs, moo ping (BBQ pork skewers - our favourite) and crab balls, eventually we decided it was time for mains, and chose a street corner seafood restaurant to eat at.

Shortly after starting our Tom Yum soup, an American couple come and sit next to us, Emily can’t help herself and starts a conversation...we immediately hit it off and spoke about the restaurant and the food, and then onto our travel plans and personal lives. Brendan and Erin are from Colorado and these guys have it nailed; they are away for a year and are essentially getting free keep in between their travel plans, in exchange for looking after pet dogs and working on farms. How good is that?! As the drinks and conversation flowed, we kept on discovering things in common, so when Brendan suggested we head to Khao San Road there was no hesitation in us agreeing. What a night it turned out to be, and what a mad place Khao San Road is! We had a great time slugging on beers and promo buckets of booze whilst being offered all kinds of crazy paraphernalia like fried scorpions, grubs, hats, and various explicit bracelets (Spuds favourite being ‘I heart d**k salad’). At 2am the Brendan paid for the ladies to have a foot massage whilst the boysies had another beer to discuss onward plans. We really hope that we can cross paths again and perhaps meet up in another country! To date we haven’t hit it off with any other travellers as well as these guys, so it was really refreshing to have easy flowing conversation and find out so many things we had in common...we really look forward to seeing them again!

Needless to say we woke up a bit fuzzy the next day, but after a coffee and some breakfast we explored some of the city. Although it doesn’t have many large tourist attractions, Bangkok is a brilliant city for exploring. Rather unfortunately Spud suggested that we headed to a floating market that was only open on the weekends even though it was a Tuesday (he blames the booze) but thankfully our taxi driver was very accommodating (and so was Emily :-) ) and dropped us as the nearby local market that we spent an hour or two wandering and eating/drinking in. The day turned into one of those spent meandering around, and we ended up in the east of the city in two humongous shopping malls, MBK and Terminal 21. MBK seemed to be king of counterfeit goods, jewellery and electrical goods. This was fortuitous given that Emily had drunkenly kneed her phone whilst getting into bed the previous night and smashed her screen - this was the perfect place for a cheap repair! Terminal 21 on the other hand was much more well-to-do. It was airport themed and spread over seven levels, each of which was dedicated to a specific country. Not being shopaholics, you have to trust us when we say the place was really cool. Each elevator had a ‘departure from’ and ‘arrival to’ sign and we ended up in Los Angeles for dinner before calling it a day on the shopping malls.

Figuring we were in Bangkok, we felt obliged to check out the local red light district and ladyboy scene, so we made our way on the Sky Train to Nana Plaza, which is allegedly the biggest adult entertainment plaza in the world. We started off slow by walking around the ground and first floors, given that it gets more and more seedy as you gain floors. We settled on getting a beer at the bar in the middle of the ground floor after getting an eyeful of lingerie and suspiciously small bulges combined with bosoms. Over the next half an hour or so we scoped out the atmosphere, and unlike red light districts in Europe (Amsterdam being one we had both been to), it genuinely felt like an OK thing to partake in. Although male heavy, there were groups of girls visiting the plaza for a drink or two, and off the back of that we decided to actually go into one of the go-go bars! Rainbow was our choice; apparently the oldest in the plaza and often one of the most popular. Unfortunately our expectations (although we are not sure what these were exactly) weren’t really met...it is hands down the weirdest thing we’ve ever done as a couple. Sat in essentially a strip club watching these girls stand and shuffle on a podium was quite excruciatingly awkward. They weren’t even dancing and they all looked so so young; we even watched one girl pick her nose on stage and inspect it...this was our cue and we left half way with our beers in hand to take one final tour around all three floors before heading home.

The next day we got up and out and made for the Grand Palace. We strategically packed a shawl for Spuds legs as we’d learned from Sri Lanka that shoulders and knees for both sexes needed to be covered, but seemingly in Thailand shawls are only allowed for females. So we were forced to buy the fetching baggy pants for him to wear. No biggie; we got the feeling the Palace was going to be good. And good it was. It was by a very long way the best kept, most ornate spectacle we had seen so far. The colour schemes, decoration and architecture were out of this world. Dating back over 700 years, the estate was so well kept that you wouldn’t realise it was this old. It was originally built to both re-locate the royal family and to bring the government buildings together. Some are still used to this day. In particular interest was the Palace itself. Designed by a European architect but stipulated by an Asian, it is the only building in Thailand to adopt a European design at the bottom, with Asian ridges at the top. For those interested it was originally suggested to have three domes above the wings rather than ridges.

The rest of the day was spent cruising the river to get a different perspective of the city, followed by street food on Soi Rambuttri. We left the city at roughly 7:30pm to head for the bus station to organise our journey to Chiang Mai. Bangkok bus station is by far the biggest bus station we have ever seen. We couldn’t get our heads around how many vendors and buses there were. Somehow we managed to find ourselves decent tickets for under £25 for the two of us (including onboard snacks and water), and we left at 8:35pm. The journey was straightforward, other than the coach sneaking off for fuel when we stopped for a break, leaving us dropping bricks wondering where it had got to.

Nevertheless we got to Chiang Mai safely. Our first morning was spent chilling in a local cafe and organising a scooter for the next few days. We ventured out to a local market for some street food for dinner, and made plans for the next day. We were going to head 100km or so into Doi Inthanon national park.

Unfortunately this was a day destined to go wrong. We woke up nice and early to get on the road in order to maximise time in the park, but before leaving the hostel we took our Doxycycline on an empty stomach. A bit of advice; don’t do this. Before even reaching the scooter we were both feeling sick, but thought that it was our hunger making us feel bad. Within 10 minutes we had had to pull over in the car park of a boutique hotel to vomit in sync. We managed to get some breakfast down, and although still feeling rough we took to the road with Doi Inthanon in our GPS. What we (when Spud says “we”, this means “he”) didn’t realise was that the GPS had decided to suggest taking us into the park, but not to the actual entrance where the ‘attractions’ are. So we wound up and up into the hills on these tiny roads and wondered more and more just how the buses full of tourists that had been mentioned in the reviews and blogs that we had read, actually got up these roads. It was only when google told us to take a road that didn’t even exist that we checked where it was taking us to. It turned out to be nowhere near the where we needed to be. Around hour away from the entrance in fact. Thankfully we had plenty of fuel, food and water with us so we cracked on and stopped just below the more popular park entrance an hour later for some lunch. It was at this point that it started raining...we figured that we hadn’t travelled 100km+ to be put off by some rain, so after a quick noodle soup we paid our park entrance fee and headed straight for the summit of the park at just over 2500m, the highest point in Thailand. The rain turned torrential so within minutes were were sopping wet, even though we had our jackets on and Emily was doing her upmost with the umbrella (all the while we were

on the scooter) to shield us from some of the deluge. The poor bike wasn’t doing too well at this time. Spud figured it was the altitude causing problems, so we limped to the top, took a single picture and headed back down.

The rain was too heavy to stop at the other, better looking attractions, so we’re sorry that there aren’t any pictures of these. On the way down the rain eventually stopped and the scooter started to run a bit better as it could now breathe. As we were reaching the park exit, on a steep right handed the scooter gave up the ghost. The miniscule amount of engine breaking we had let go with a little bang and we were all of a sudden freewheeling down the mountain. Great. Cutting a long story short we ended up being stranded for four hours after the mechanic couldn’t source a new drive belt. We were taken back to Chiang Mai on the back of a truck; a journey that took over two hours, most of which was in the rain hiding under a tarpaulin. As we are sure you have guessed by now, we were happy to finish this day.

Thankfully the bike rental place were sympathetic and offered us a chain driven, 150cc manual scooter/bike for the next few days at the same price as the 125cc we had had. Spud gave the bike a proper going over before we left, and after a few adjustments we left for Pai for three days. The journey between Chiang Mai and Pai was out of this world. Just under 800 bends and the surface was top draw, even Emily had a great time!

We both really enjoyed Pai, and it was clear that other travellers and the inhabitants did too. We spent three days exploring the area on our little bike and visited waterfalls, bamboo bridges, hot springs, caves, and the local canyon for sunset on one night. Our evenings were spent gorging on street food on the walking street, and listening to live music that was put on every night in the numerous bars in the area. We returned to Chiang Mai via the same 800 bends that we came on, stopping at a amazing “sticky waterfall” on the way home....an absurdity of nature, the waterfall has deposit calcium material that is grippy enough that you could walk up it: so cool! We arrived back in the city feeling refreshed and thankful that we had been able to put some time into covering the north of Thailand, as it really is so varied and beautiful.

We spent one more night in Chiang Mai as our internal flight was booked for the next day. We felt that we hadn’t given the city much of a chance yet, so we spent most of the next day in the old city buzzing around on the bike and looking at the numerous Wat’s and Government buildings within the old walls. We were picked up at 5pm to be taken to the airport so that we could make our way to Laos!

Until next time! X

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