#Sad girl smiling fir the first time

[ellaworldsworld]

just Two girls that are not sister hanging out

I had this Idea in my head where June Puts stickers on Giselle and she leaves her alone and Giselle started smiling :)

[metallicames]

Young and Beautiful

Description: you are current James' thirty-year-old girlfriend, you get the idea of ​​spending a few days in your house in the mountains after seeing him particularly tired and down during the last tour dates. You comfort him and then you make passonate love.

Warnings: age gap, fingering, sex, dirty talking.

“Hey Babe? Can you hear me?”

“Hi Jamie, how are you?”

"Fine.. I'm on my way! How long until you get there? "

"I just left the highway in 20 minutes I should have arrived! You? How long until you reach me?”

“An hour or so and I should be there.. I can't wait! I really need to get away and be with you, you know.. these last few dates have put me to the test".

I hear the tiredness in his voice and a veil of concern creeping into his words. I'm afraid to not being able to manage the situation, offering him a break from the tour immersed in nature in our house in the mountains seemed to me to be the most sensible thing to do at the moment hoping that it will help to restore his energy.

“Everything is ok Jamie, we have a few days to catch our breath and recharge, you'll be back on top as always” I let out a smile while the clear image of him appears in my mind, his face and his smile, that smile that I fell in love with and that I can't do without. I miss him infinitely, I haven't seen him for a month and I need to feel him close to me, to reassure him, kiss him and spend time simply doing nothing with him.

“I know you're right.. I hope it's just a moment.. and not old age.. you know..” his sigh on the phone makes my heart heavy, he is the person I love most in the world and I need to know that he is happy and mentallynat peace.

“Trust me, you're still in great shape, you just need to rest and regenerate! Jamie the hairpin bends began, soon the line will go dead. We'll see later ok? I love you.. you have no idea how much I love you” these last words come out of my mouth slowly and clearly, I want him to really feel all my love.

“it's okay Y/N, drive slowly! I love you to death too. See you soon"

I enter the house, the smell of fir wood and vanilla of candles pervades me, I put down the bags, turn on the lights and I wear a comfortable and warm sweatshirt. After lighting the fireplace and a few candles I began to cook the vegetables for the evening, leaving the meat to James, he loves cooking meat, is really good at it and everytime he gets busy preparing some dish he relaxes and for a few moments his mind is calm and free from intrusive thoughts.

I, on the other hand, can't stop thinking about his words and the speech he made a few days ago during a concert. Seeing him so vulnerable and insecure destroys and destabilizes me more than I thought.

I hear the keys in the lock, the door opens, I turn around quickly and his imposing and slender figure peeks out from the entrance, he come in with a slow and thoughtful step, places the bag on the ground and looks at me with his wonderful smile that warms my heart. He comes closer to me while he takes off his cowboy hat throwing it on the table.

His beauty takes my breath away, no matter how old he is his charm will always make me feel like a little girl with her first crush.

As I get closer I see a slight veil of sadness in his eyes, my intent these days is to make him return to the James he always was and I will do my best to achieve this goal. I stretch my arms around his neck standing on tiptoe, James holds me to him, lifting me up and kissing me softly on the lips, it's a tender but at the same time passionate kiss that makes me understand how much he missed me and how much he needed this moment.

“I missed you, I missed you so much Y/N” he whispers in my ear, holding me even closer to him. “I missed you too James, I was going crazy these last few days, thank god you're here.. are you tired?”

James gives me another kiss as he lowers me so my feet touch the floor again "A little... more than tired I feel overwhelmed, the tour is demanding and I'm no longer a kid, it takes me longer to recover now..." as he speaks he can't meet my gaze, he doesn't want to be seen as weak and this worries me, I need him to feel safe with me.

"Honey, you can let yourself go with me, what you are feeling is normal. You always give your best during tours and you're always busy with so many things, it's your right to feel that way.” As I speak I stare at him forcing him to look me in the eyes, when I finally meet his gaze I see his eyes slightly shining and I hug him instinctively: "I'm here for you, just for you. We have a week all to ourselves".

I caress his short hair and my fingers run down his white sideburns to his neck where I leave a light kiss. I take the leather jacket off his shoulders, while I smile at him: "let's go to the couch ok? Let's relax a bit, it's still early for dinner".

James helps me take off his jacket and follows me on the couch, we sit next to each other my forearm is resting on the back of the couch as I turn towards him who slowly leans his head back trying to relax by sinking into the couch: "are you saying that I'm still fit? I don't want to appear ridiculous on stage or lose credibility.. I don't even know how to explain it" his tone is low and worried while he stares towards the ceiling.

“James.. if there's anyone cool on stage that it's you, people look at you like you're a God, I've seen it with my own eyes, these thoughts shouldn't even touch you.”

Seeing a smile forming on James' face reassures me, he doesn't say anything, he breathes deeply when at a certain point he looks at his hand and I can see the concern return to his face.

"Sometimes I wonder, how long will I be able to play, I feel quite energetic now but I know that it won't last much longer... and then you... you are so young, so full of life, you deserve the best, I don't know how long I will be able to satisfy you as you deserve..” As he speaks his eyes continue to stare at his hand, his words strike me deeply and I understand that I have to act somehow. I have to make him understand how wrong he is, remind him how good he makes me feel. I bring my hand closer to his slowly and squeeze it, James turns towards me, lifting his head from the couch.

I bring his hand to my mouth and slowly kiss each fingertip starting from the thumb, looking into his eyes intensely without saying a word. His gaze captures my every movement and when I start sucking his middle and index fingers I see his chest rise and fall deeper.

I slowly bring his hand between my thighs, James approaches me and start kissing me passionately, pushing me against the couch, making me lie down under him. Our movements are punctuated by the sound of the clock and that of the wood burning in the fireplace in front of us.

While our tongues meet with growing passion James takes off my sweatpants and then returns with his hand between my legs tracing with his index finger the profile of my pussy covered by the light fabric of the panties. His touch makes me let out a light moan so I draw his head towards me with my hands and I kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip while his hand moves my panties to the side and his fingers start moving up and down my already wet folds that were just waiting for his touch. He moves next to me and I place my leg on his hip giving him more room to move his hand as he wants on my body. He stimulates my swollen, throbbing clit with two fingers, applying more and more pressure until I begin to moan, closing my eyes as he kisses my neck, sending shivers through my body.

We start kissing again as his fingers move slowly on my clit driving me literally crazy, he has no idea how much I need his fingers inside me right now, or maybe he knows and he's making me wait on purpose to make me craving him even more.

The moment we stop kissing I look at him with a supplication gaze, biting my lower lip, his blue eyes literally penetrate me "How bad do you want it baby girl?" he tells me, giving a small slap on my clit, instinctively I have a slight spasm of pleasure and my eyes close from the sensation.

When he finally inserts two fingers inside me I let out a long sigh enjoying every sensation, "God" I whisper panting, while his fingers make their way inside me slowly but deeper and deeper, moving confidently.

“Look me in the eyes…yeah like that.. good girl” James whispers to me with a grin, my eyes can barely stay open, every time he picks up the pace or swirls his wrist to change the angle hitting the perfect spot they automatically roll back, but I can still feel his gaze focused on my face a few inches away.

My moans become louder and my breaths more erratic as James' fingers slide deep inside me curling up, stimulating every point of my rubbery walls while he gasps in turn in my ear making me completely lose my mind.

“My God.. If you continue like this you'll make me come..” I whisper to him before closing my eyes, letting out another moan and squeezing his leg with my fingers. "Don't hold back baby, cum on my fingers" he whispers in my ear panting. Just before coming I feel the palm of his large hand pressing against my pubis while his fingers continue to move tirelessly inside me. The sensation is so overwhelming that I can no longer hold back and I come with spasms as I squeeze James' wrist with one hand while he continues to stimulate me: "ohh Fuuckjffuckfuchkfuuckfuckkk” my brain can't even formulate sensible words as I let myself be overcome by ecstasy.

James slowly starts to decrease the pace, kissing my neck, my earlobe and then my lips softly.

I'm out of breath, I feel completely overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure, I look at him almost distraught, still with altered breathing.

"Make love to me” I whisper few moments later while he's caressing my face, his gaze is sweet, full of love, sadness has finally vanished.

I let him take control once again, I want him to realize how good he makes me feel and how much I desire him.

He positions himself between my legs after hastily undressing, as I take off my sweatshirt, he looks down at my body for a few moments while moving a hand from my breast to my still numb clit taking off my soaked panties.

My hand reaches his hard cock, I touch it with slow and rhythmic movements spreading precum along the entire length making him pant.

I need to feel his body on top of mine, I want him to press me against the couch and hold me still while he pushes himself into me.

“Please.. I need to feel you so bad James” my words come out of my mouth like a river in flood. James lowers himself towards me putting my legs on his shoulders and resting his forearms on the sides of my face as he pushes into me slowly, very slowly until I tremble for the sensation. He buries his face on the crook of my neck, his deep, harsh grunts ring through the room and into my ear, making me moan in response as my hands grip onto his buttocks, squeezing them with my fingers. I can feel him soo deep inside of me, his big cock stretching my walls slowly clouding my mind.

His weight crushes me against the couch, in this moment he doesn't care if I'm out of breath, he needs to feel me, he needs me like I need him. The connection between our bodies is perfect, deep, intimate.

As James penetrates me our lips meet occasionally letting us losing ourselves in passionate and hungry kisses.

James increases the pace, moaning into my mouth as I squeeze his buttocks even tighter while the weight of his body immobilizes me.

“Fuck don't stop.. I'm about to come.. again..” my voice barely comes out of my mouth as James' thrusts become stronger and deeper, “Yeah baby? Come for me.. come for daddy” the tone of his voice, low and sexy interspersed with sighs is all I need to come.

The feeling of pleasure is long and pervades every part of my body, I feel my legs tremble against his chest while James pushes himself one last time inside me, coming shortly after, holding me to him with his arms, emitting a low and vibrant growl against my neck.

"Shiiit that was so good" he murmurs while his mouth is still resting on my neck.

James moves next to me as we both catch our breath, our eyes look at each other as if we were still making love, my fingers caress his face lit by the firelight.

“I missed all this, seeing you like that and hearing you moaning makes me feel.. alive” he says while his arm holds me tightly to him, I feel his chest wet and warm against mine while his hand slides along my back giving me shivers.

I close the distance even more by resting my head on his shoulder blade.

“Tell me, do you still feel old?”

[rekino2114]

project eden's garden girls reacting to their S/Os death

P.e.g girls reacting to your death

A/N:FINALLY, my first fangan request

Eva tsunaka:Ultimate liar

She had no emotions when she found your body. She just kept her emotionless demeanor and poker face, but inside, she was incredibly distraught.

She used her talent to make everyone,and maybe even herself, that she wasn't affected by your death, but it was a lie. She was truly lost without you.

The only time when she showed any emotions was when your killer was revealed. She glared and screamed at them but returned to her normal face during the execution.

She was even more quiet and untrusting for the rest of the killing game. You were the only person she actually liked and trusted, and now that you were gone, she had no one

Cassidy amber Ultimate pro gamer:

She thought you were playing a prank on her at first, but when she heard the body discovery announcement(I assume there's gonna be one), she just screamed and cradled your body.

She was uncharacteristically mad at everyone, her playful comments turned into straight-up insults, her happy and bubbly personality just went away.

This was probably one of the few times she actually investigated properly everything, and was actually useful during the trial, she wanted to find out who took your life.

When the killer was revealed, she just screamed insults at them but she broke down after their execution.

Eloise taulner:ultimate fencer

She just starts bawling her eyes out the moment she sees you. You couldn't be gone. You promised to never leave her alone.

Ingrid and Wolfgang try to calm her down, but she's just inconsolable she spends all of her time crying even during the investigation and trial.

When the class figured out who your killer was she just kept crying only muttering a why did you do that? Even if she already knew the answer.

She was genuine depressed fir the rest of the game she didn't care about living anymore she just wanted you back and to go home.

Wenona:Ultimate entrepreneur

She was beyond pissed when she discovered your body but she didn't show it very openly.

She throws passive-aggressive comments at everyone and accuses each one of her classmates to be the killer.

You know how, in the first trial, she was the one to suggest that Cara was trying to kill her killer? Well, if anyone even dares to suggest that about you, they're getting directly yelled at by her.

She just threw a barrage of insults at your killer to get her anger out, but after their execution, she's just way too tired to do anything, she shouldn't even have gone to this damn school and now her lover is dead.

Grace madison Ultimate golfer

She was sooooooo angry and pissed off and unlike Wenona she definitely shows it.

If people thought she was aggressive before then they didn't see anything yet, she's ready to punch anyone who even slightly annoys her or says something about you.

She was ready to beat up your killer like she did with tozu. She didn't even care what Mara was gonna do to her, but Wolfgang managed to convince her not to for her own sake.

She's just extra angry during the rest of the game, not even caring about the murders, she just wants to leave this fucking place.

Diana venicia:Ultimate cosmetologist

Much like Eloise, she just starts crying when she sees you, you always helped her keep a smile on her face throughout everything she can't believe you're gone.

She tries to keep it together and to regain her positive attitude but it's very difficult without you.

She doesn't have any hatred towards your killer, she knew they were just forced by tozu and this game.

She's a lot more sad after your death, but she needs to keep living for your memory.

Ingrid grimwall Ultimate blacksmith

She's more shocked than sad, too shocked to say anything, she genuinely didn't expect that to happen.

She swore to protect you and did everything she could to do it and yet you still died, she's heartbroken by this.

Her protective personality gets expanded to all of her friends, she can't let anyone else she's close to die.

She doesn't say anything to your killer she doesn't even look at them she just closes her eyes and accepts that you're gone.

[mars101]

Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers

WRITTEN PART -> (1.3k) -> no ss after text

For the past hour, Y/n was stuck in the same spot as before, just recollecting her thoughts. Her hands fidgeting with the plates set on the table already. Tears already evaporated from her eyes as quickly as they appeared.

“mom!” The voice of Yin snaps her out of it. She finds herself turning away from the direction of her daughter's voice to try and recollect herself by wiping away tears that have already dried up.

“Yin, where's Karina and Yuna? Aren't they supposed to help you get ready?”

“i was wondering if you.. would you want to help me get ready?”

In that moment, Y/n felt her whole world light up again. As she grew older, not many things filled her with joy. But when it comes to Yin, her daughter, it's like everything lit up with a twinkle.

“Of course I would help. Is there any reason you want your little old mother to help you?” Y/n's eyes gleamed with joy as she finally got up from the chair and moved closer to Yin.

“i just want to spend time with you before i get married. mother and daughter time before the big wedding” yin shyly smiles, contrasting her usual hyper behavior, which alerts y/n.

“Are you sure there’s nothing more?”

“nothing else” yin shakes her head hesitantly, “is it so wrong for me to want to be with my mom?”

“No, no—lets get you ready now, baby.”

post-shower, yin found herself staring at the vanity mirror in her mother’s room, her hair still wet and a robe on her body. multiple pictures of her mother with the people she loves run along the frame of the mirror.

the woman who looked back at her in the mirror was different from the girl she once knew. yin grew up with her mom supporting her through everything. now that she's getting married, she can't help but feel sad about the fact that she's growing up so fast.

It's a feeling that Y/n knows all too well. When she was there for all of Yin's achievements, it both breaks and warms her heart as the sweet baby she raised grows more and more each day.

As her hands runs along the neckline of Yin's dress it starts to hit her. Yin is grown, and not a little girl anymore. She's a woman who can make choices for herself and doesn't need her mommy's help.

“Should we have you put on your dress first or makeup first?”

the sound of her mother's voice behind her snaps yin away from the thoughts in her head. “what—” she looks at y/n through the mirror, seeing the faint smile that paints her face.

“I guess makeup first considering we're nice and cozy at my vanity.”

Y/n makes herself busy with starting out the base of Yin's makeup. A simple look always complimented the girl best. And it's something easy for Y/n to do.

yin can't help but gaze at her mother, there's always expectations of a child leaving behind their parents once they get married. but how can she do that when it's been the two of them for her whole life.

“have you ever been in love mom..?” she finds herself blurting out. making y/n pause her movements.

A split second passes as y/n thinks of what to say, “yes, but a long long time ago.” She makes eye contact with Yin through the mirror.

“was it my dad?”

Her eyebrows furrow as she's caught off guard by what she heard. “No…” she lies. “And you've never asked about your father— Why all of a sudden?”

yin inhales and exhales a deep breath, “just curious. i'm getting married, i want my mom to have a happy ending, too.”

“Well you don't need to worry,” Y/n's hands pat down Yin's hair before she plants a kiss on top of her head. “I am happy because I fell in love with something else. My surroundings. This place, my life, your aunts, and my beautiful, beautiful daughter. There's nothing else I would love.”

“And I guess Jay has made his way in there too, don't tell him though. I still want to seem like a mean in-law.”

“i think that image went down the drain once you cried when i first brought him here”

“Oh well, how could I have not cried. My baby brought her first boy over. The first sign of you flying the nest.”

“and what's the final sign?”

“Well, look in the mirror. You know, ‘We mothers stand still, so our daughters can look back to see how far they've come.’”

after hearing this quote, yin can't help her eyes from watering, “mom did you just quote the barbie movie? stop, that's my weakness”

a single tear running down yin's face is the spark of the fuse for the explosive thoughts in her head. yin turns her body in the chair to hug her mom. her arms wrap around y/n's waist, and she's now sobbing into her mom's stomach.

the pat of y/n's hand against her hair makes her want to bury herself in the warmth that only her mom can give her.

“mom i'm so so sorry, i invited them.” yin finds herself blurting out.

“What are you talking about, baby? You and Jay controlled the guest list.”

“i invited them.. i'm sorry”

Y/n's hands pause, switching from pats to cradling Yin's head. “Oh.. How—How do you know about them..?

yin starts to ramble out words, “i read your diary from your travels. i'm so sorry, i don't know why, but before the wedding, i just felt that there was something.. missing and—mom?”

she looks up from where she is and finds the view of her mother trying to hold back her own tears.

Y/n kneels down to be face to face with Yin, her hands now cradling her daughter's face. When she feels her tears start to fall, she moves to hug her.

“Oh no, Yin, I'm the one who's so sorry. I didn't know you felt like this. I thought that I was enough and you were fine with just me around… I didn't know you wanted a father figure too.”

“mom, you are more than enough. you've taken care of me all by yourself, and look at me.” she backs away slightly so that they can look at each other. “i’ve grown so well thanks to you. i got to live the life i want thanks to you and your support.”

The mother-daughter duo are now smiling at each other, with their tears still running down their faces. In a way, they're mirroring each other.

“can you forgive me for this? i just wanted to find out who my dad was and maybe give you a second chance at love.”

“I guess it depends. Do you forgive me?”

“for what?”

“Being a raging whore in the 00's.

“mom!”

The two giggle together as they embrace once again. Any reminisce of the tears gone from their faces, but the soaked shirts tell another story.

“can i ask you a really important question?”

“No you can't invite my ex-flings in hope to find your dad.”

“no what— this question is serious.” she takes a deep breath before asking y/n the big question that stressed her out the previous night. “will you walk me down the aisle?”

“I'd thought you'd never ask.”

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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[logicaldreamer96]

Miraculous movie spoilers (and season 5 finale spoilers)

So I watched the miraculous movie and over all I loved it!

There was so much going on that I had to really process what was going on.

I loved the animation, it was stunning!

I also like how they utilized a lot of concepts from the PV Miraculous.

Gabe was actually a fashion designer, and it was glorious to see him be his inner Miranda.

Also, I understand why they went the path they did in the season 5 finale because they didn't want to copy each other. With the movie, I felt like we got all we were hoping for with the Adrien and Gabe confrontation and the identity reveal.

I like the screen time we see with Chat Noir...and his hidden theater escape was pretty cool.

Marinette was great and I love the animation for her clumsiness.

Chloe is gorgeous. And I do like that they toned her down a little.. but at the same time, they turned a character that was 3 dimensional to 2 dimensional... even more so than the show did in recent seasons.

The careless whisper gag caught me off guard, and it had me rolling!

The music was great. However, with the breathy voices, I found them to start to sound the same just a little bit...though it was still good.

Honestly, I think if I was showing someone miraculous for the first time, this would be a good gateway....

...that being said. As a long time miraculous fan there were a couple of things that bothered me.

Plagg. Why did they do my boy dirty??? He's literally the best Kwami and they turned him into a fart joke. I was sad 😔

Also I felt like the timeline wasn't super clear. As someone who watched all the series I know it's first day if school to the end if year ball...however my friend asked me if it was Marinettes first day at the school because everyone else were already accumulated even Alya who's the new girl...and Adrien?

Adrien Agreste was robbed in this movie. If we were upset about lack of screening for the Sunshine boy before this took the cake.

We hardly saw the struggle between Adiren and his home life and him have to fight for his freedom...and his personality was so.. different. He actually said Marinette was "weird?" What the heck boy?? You're supposed to be polite and smile awkwardly and only think she's weird in your head. Yes he was more like chat noir, but even he felt off to me. This Adrien felt more like Felix...which makes sense considering they used a lot from the PV...but I missed him.

Once again, I felt like they sidelined him for Marinette..not saying I don't like her (she is literally me)we didn't see him and Plagg interact fir the first time, he didn't save Master Fu or showed he was worthy. It didn't feel the same.

Honestly, I feel like we would have benefited if the opening song was a duet between Marinette and Adrien to show their struggles and wants, which would help show why Adrien is worthy.

No M'lady or Buggaboo.

It also bothered me that she didn't use Luckycharm. It felt odd..however, it made sense to give Ladybug and Chat only one power each.

So there were a few things... but hey, at least there was no Akuma who turned people into shoes.

[creepytoes88]

Let me spoil you, baby

Y/n’s Pov

Dating Vinnie wasn't what I expected I never was a big social media person but everyone and their uncle has tiktok. Chances are if you have tiktok you have seen Vinnie so needless to say I had a major crush on him. After seeing all the seemingly “Perfect” girls he hung around with. I never thought I had a chance, ya know besides the fact that I was a nobody. However living in LA is never boring and it never disappoints I saw Vinnie's cute ass on melrose, I'm not what you would call a “skinny” girl I have relatively small breast and a pleasantly plump butt as my mother would say. I'm not ashamed of my less then flat stomach either I don't need anyones approveal to be happy with myself. However back when I first met Vinnie that was a different story I was too shy to come up to him and say hello so I just admired him from where I was standing before walking away right passed him and his friends.

I walked into the nearest store and began to look at clothes picking out a pair of nice mom jeans and a vintage Cheech and Chong shirt. I heard the bell attached to the top of the door jingle as I walk to the jewelry part of the store I began to look at the earnings and necklaces. “How’s your day been so far beautiful?” I look up towards the voice ready to tell them to fuck off but I look up to see Vinnie Fucking Hacker. I quickly recover and Smile pulling myself together “I've had a great day! how has your day been?” I smile at him “it was alright but like 10 minutes ago I think I saw the most beautiful woman in my life walk into this store so I had to pray and hope that she didn't leave.” I widen my eyes looking around seeing no one “Did she leave?” Vinnie let out a laugh “No I'm actually talking to her, if you have time I would love to grab coffee or lunch with you, right now, on me of course!”

I drop my mouth a little before looking around for the cameras “um I would love too... My names Y/n by the way, I won't lie to you I know who you are Vinnie.” I say with a sad tone half expecting him to cancel “good now I don't have to explain why people are taking pictures of me” he says as he holds out his hand “are you ready to check out or are you still shopping?” he says with a small smile “Oh yea I'm ready I can always come back anyway” I smiled back at him as I grab his hand and walk towards the cashier setting down my clothes and jewelry she quickly rings then up “That’s gonna be $357.45.” I smile and start to take my card out when suddenly Vinnie hands her 400 hundred dollars I turn to him with my mouth wide “Why did you just do that please get your money back” Vinnie laughed at me grabbing his change and the receipt “you can pay it back to me by going to dinner with me again tomorrow?” I look at him we haven’t even gotten food yet and he’s trying to schedule another date “your not paying for my food this time or next though you just lost those privileges” I say with a sassy attitude grabbing my bag and walking out Vinnie following close behind.

Fast forward to now we never really tried to hide our relationship we just let it grow naturally and didn’t speak on it. Everyone has recently been hating on me jealous girls calling me ugly and fat, at first it didn't even affect me. I know Vinnie love me but in the back of my mind it bothered me it hurt my feelings. I didn't tell Vinnie, I don't want him to feel bad or worry there is nothing anyone can do to make them stop so I just lived with it. It's been 3 weeks since I've been getting hate in my DMs on every platform everyday I wake up and it keeps piling up. I look at them again before clicking my phone off and getting in the shower to release some tension and stress.

Vinnie's Pov

“Alright ill see you guys later!” I yelled at the boys running up to my door step we just got back from the skate park and I was so Gross and sweaty. I open the door and make my way upstairs as I walked into Y/n and I’s room slipping off my shoes and stripping myself of all my sweaty clothing except my boxers I fall flat on the bed. “Ouch” I said as I felt my forehead connect to a hard surface “what the fuck” I said in a soft voice holding my head I look down and see Y/n phone a smirk spreading across my face. I'm gonna tweet weird things off her twitter I think to myself as I open her phone I see her DMS are open and people are saying some pretty nasty things I look at the other social media platforms. I'm shocked and I'm pissed how could they even say such thing about Y/n the sweetest, most humble and beautiful person I have ever met or seen for that matter. I click off the phone and place it on the bed side table hearing the shower turn off quickly I pick up my clothes off the floor and shut the door I watch as my beautiful girlfriend comes out “boo.” I say behind her seeing her jump in the air slightly “fuck baby you scared me” she said turning around kissing my lips before turning and grabbing her lotion. Now usually when Y/n gets out of the shower she drops her towel and puts on lotion before getting dressed this time she picks it up along with her clothes and speeds off to the bathroom quickly shutting the door. “What are you doing sweetie?” I ask softly before tapping on the door “n-nothing...just getting dressed”

I bit my lip slightly “baby this doesn't have to do with what I saw on your phone does it?” no reply so I tried the doorknob and it was locked “baby let me in please” I hear sniffles and shuffling “let me g-get dressed fir-” I growl slightly not even noticing “now princess” I once again her shuffling before the door clicks. Pulling the poor open I rushed in seeing Y/n naked and basically covering herself looking at the ground “oh no baby look at me” I say softly walking over to her “please beautiful” she sniffles before looking at me I see tears are running down her face. I simply kiss them away “please don't hide yourself from me baby” I kiss her cheeks and her forehead “I love you and I care about you I think you're perfect” I say before kissing her lips. Slowly she dropped her arms kissing me back harder I take my hands to her thighs picking her up which we usually don't do she would always complain and get uncomfortable. This time was no different “mmm no vinnie put me down” I kissed her lips squeezing her thighs “i got you I promise baby just to the bed” she finally wraps her legs around me her arms leaving the wall going to my hair. She wasn't even hard to lift let alone carry 20 feet I wish she didn't think and feel this way about her self. I walked her straight to a wall completely skipping the bed.

“I'm gonna show you how beautiful and amazing you are my sweet girl” I began kissing her lips and grinding against her my hard shaft against her bare clit moans spilling out of her mouth immediately. I grab her full breast in my hands playing with her soft nipples as I kiss down her neck whimpers coming from her mouth. My hard cock grinding harder against her as my mouth attacks one of her nipples my hand attacking the other pinching and pulling. Her moans get louder as I switch nipples I leave little hickeys on her boobs and chest making my way up her neck. I could feel her legs gripping onto me and her hips thrusting against mine “oo-ooh shit Vin... I'm gonna cum” she says in a hot breathy tone I kiss her lips pulling one of her knees up onto my shoulder and gasp leaves her mouth letting me enter my tongue I grind faster as I abuse her sweet mouth with my tongue swallowing her moans and pants. Her thighs shaking slightly pulling away I kiss her cheeks grabbing her other leg tossing it over my shoulder so her full body weight was against me and the wall. Her sweet pussy staring me in the face I could smell her and I moaned spreading her legs wider hearing her gasp I smirk “you smell so good baby mind if I have a taste?” she just whines and kicks her legs slightly “mmm I'll take that as a yes baby.”

I say with a smirk dropping my head slightly my nose poking around her clit and my tongue plunged as deep as I could possibly get in moans spilling from my mouth as her taste fills my mouth. Clouds cover my brain all I can think about is making my baby cum. I was making a deep growling sound in my chest and didn't even notice it everytime she tried to pull away from my mouth and nose it got louder almost like a warning to stay still. “Ahh Vinnie baby please” I started to get curious and before I know it I feel my tongue swipe across her pink button and load moan and gasp along with her grinding her hips into my face I assume she likes it. I do it again this time swirling around it making it known I'm doing it on purpose “Vinnie why are you doing that?” she say grinding against me “Do you want me to stop?” I answer her question with a question she throws her head back and moans “noooooo please more!” I pull her from the wall walking to the bed I drop her. Y/n spreads her legs apart looking up at me “butt in the air Princess spread your legs as far as you can get them.”

She flips over her hands and elbows holding her up that's not exactly what I want tho “spread your ass and pussy for me baby” I say with little smirk she lays on her face and knees as her hands pull her butt cheeks apart with a little moan. I look down admiring her sweet little holes staring at me I let out a wolf whistle “damn beautiful....i can't wait to taste you again” I grab ahold of her soft asscheeks in my hands as hers fall to her sides. I lick a thick stripe over her clit all the way to her button slightly entering my tongue before licking around it again “please daddy” I look up at her pushing my thumb in to her greedy pussy “yess daddy more please” I chuckle “what more could you want baby?” she slightly blushes turning her head the other way “mmmm baby Daddy isn't a mind reader if you want something you have to speak up.” I say with a smirk “p-please ea-” she shakes her head and takes a deep breath “please eat me” I chuckle she's so cute “eat what baby?”

I rub her thigh with my other unused hand and kiss her squishy butt cheeks definitely enjoying myself “God I love your bubble butt princess it's amazing If I had my way I would sleep on it, roll on it, and most definitely eat it” I say giving her the ok to ask biting down on her ass “YES YES DADDY EAT MY ASS PLEASE” I laugh before spreading her open and I lay a kiss on her wet hole as a moan leaves her mouth I lick around for a second before slipping my tongue in slightly before pulling out. Her moans and whimpers music to my ears I repeat this a few times till I think she's loose enough to put my tongue fully in “ready my dirty little girl” she moans in response and I slip my tongue fully into her as both my thumbs attack her clit and slit “FUCK DA-ADDY MORE PLEASE” I eat her like crazy shaving my tongue in between both holes as I slap her ass and clit “OOOOH FUCK IM CUMMING” she yells as I feel wetness on my chin and fingers.

I pull away dropping down next to her before turn my head to meet her gaze “sit on my face Princess” I say as I pull her hand she slowly moves over to me with wild eyes I pull her over me before pulling her hips down to meet my face she was completely sitting on my face with all her weight as I dive my tongue in for a third time occasionally slipping it in her butt making her moan and grind against my face “Daddy I'm coming already” she says humping my face with her hands in my hair “MMMMM” she gasps as she cum on my face for the 4 time “fuck princess you ready”

I say as I pull my boxers down she nods as she lays down spreading her legs for me “such a good girl for Daddy” I pick up one of her legs wrapping it around my hip tossing the other over my shoulder before slipping into her. I grunt as her walls squeeze around me I hear her moan “shit daddy your so big” I give a breathy laugh “i think your just tight baby” I say before I thrust into her. Moans leaving both of our mouths as I pound into her I pull out flipping her over and push back in “AH” she groans “you good baby” I say as I thrust softly “ye-YES” I smirk pushing into her as deep as possible “can I put my babies inside of you baby” she gasp and turns her head to look at me “i wouldn't want anyone else to spend my life with and I can't think of ayone I would rather raise my kids with then you baby” she drops her head moaning as she thrust her hips back in to me “flip me back over so I can hold it in Daddy we might not get lucky the first time but it's worth a shot.” Y/n moans grabbing my hand I flip her over putting her legs on my shoulders fucking into her “mmm baby I'm gonna fuck my baby into you honey” I bite and suck at her neck “would you like that?”

She moans and throws her head back moaning “hold it princess please just a little longer” I pant kissing her neck quickly I grab my pillow and shove it under her ass before stuffing my entire length inside of her moaning. Releasing my load deep inside of her before pulling my hips out almost all the way fucking my cum inside of her till I couldn't feel it sloshing around anymore. “Do you wanna cuddle baby” she nods her head I turn her to her side putting her under the cover getting up to turn the light off climbing back in behind her “stay still princess I wanna make sure nothing comes out tonight” she smiles holding out her hand. Knowing she was going to be sensitive I grab it kissing her shoulders and back as I slowly slip my limp cock inside of her before it hardened back up “oo-oh shit Daddy I love your big cock” she says sleepily I pull her close to me kissing her lips “well we love you too” she opens her eyes “ew” she laughs making me laugh too “go to bed brat I love you beautiful” “I love you to handsome I'm very excited to have a mini you running around”

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I know youre probably busy but I was thinking maybe 👉👈 you could do a fic bakugo x reader where you ask bakugo out he rejects you and starts being mean to you only for you to get sad and distant and the other students start hating on bakugo fir hurting you (Pls take ur time ur probs busy you dont have to do it right away

thanks for your patience~ i always love writing for bakugou

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → sorry

summary: bakugou rejects your confession in a panic but quickly regrets it and tries to make it up to you word count: 1,541 tags/warnings: light angst with a happy ending

Bakugou Katsuki was not a boy that earned a lot of attention from girls, more often than not girls were scared off by his demeanor. But you weren’t scared off by him. If anything his fiery spirit was endearing in a way. You had a crush on him but you hadn’t yet worked up the courage to tell him.

He was your friend, as much as anyone was friends with Bakugou. You hung out with him in groups and even spent time with him studying or training. A part of you was scared that if you told him how you felt it would ruin the relationship. You didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

It was one day when you heard that another student was interested in him, that you decided that you needed to say something. The last thing you wanted was to miss your chance and for someone else to date him.

You decided to make him his favorite dessert, he wasn’t big on sweets but he mentioned once that he really liked chocolate chip banana bread. You spent all night trying to get the recipe perfect. You placed it in a nice tin to keep it safe and attached a little note to it.

It was after class, you were heading back to the dorms to study with Bakugou. You thought it’d be best to get it over with. You stopped on the path as you walked beside him, pulling out the tin with the dessert in it.

“What are you doing?” He asked turning around.

“I-I wanted to tell you something.” You said. What you hadn’t expected was for there to be a good amount of other students around when you did this. It was too late now. You held the tin in your hands nervously playing with it. “Bakugou, I really like you. More than a friend and I was wondering if you’d go out on a date with me.” You said holding it out in front of you as an offering.

Even though your nerves you saw Bakugou’s expression change a few times before he spoke.

“Why would I be interested in an extra like you?” His biting tone cut through the silence.

“Oh.” Your voice was quiet. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Bakugou. No, don’t cry not now in front of everyone. The metal of the tin rang out as it hit the ground loudly. You swallowed painfully before running off in the direction of the dorms.

Bakugou stood there staring blankly at the space where you stood moments before. He could hear snickers from the students around him. He turned around to glare at them and they ran away. He kneeled down picking up the tin you had dropped. Opening it he saw his favorite dessert and his heart dropped. Grabbing a piece he was shocked at how good it was, it was even better than his own recipe. There was a note on top of the container.

Bakugou,

I hope you enjoy this, I know my baking isn’t as good as yours but it was made with love.

Every passing moment he felt more and more like a monster. The teary look on your face haunted him.

Why did he say that? He liked you too but he never expected you to feel the same way. With all the people around he panicked and did what came naturally to him, he was mean. He knew he should apologize and explain but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He went to the training gym and took his frustration out there.

“I know you can be mean sometimes but you had no right to do that to her,” Mina said, approaching him as he sat at his desk waiting for class to start. He couldn’t reply before she continued. “She really likes you, the least you could have done was let her down easy.”

Mina stomped off before he could say anything to defend himself. Not like there was anything he could say to defend himself.

You were nowhere to be seen for the rest of the day.

The rest of the week he got dirty looks from his classmates, even Kirishima had given him a disappointed look in the cafeteria before sitting down at your table to eat.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, even with the other students flocking to your side to cheer you up, you still looked so sad and it was all his fault.

“Man, that was really messed up,” Denki said walking beside him to class. “You know you could have just said you weren’t interested.”

“Shove off Pikachu.” He growled before walking ahead.

He knew how bad he messed up, he couldn’t sleep at night, he could barely eat. All he could think about was how sad you looked. He had to make it up to you but how?

“On one condition,” Kirishima said. “You never hurt her again.”

“I didn’t mean to in the first place, okay. I don’t like seeing her sad.” Bakugou replied. “I just need your help to make it up to her.”

“Alright but I’m holding you to it.” He said.

Bakugou had a plan and he hoped it would work. He was cooking all of your favorite foods. Then he would set up on the balcony of the common room a table with candles and you could eat together. Or by yourself, if you decided not to forgive him. All he needed from Kirishima was for him to bring you out there.

You had one of the worst weeks of your life. Every day you were both too embarrassed and too sad to leave your room. You got away with one day but you knew you couldn’t sacrifice your learning for some guy. Even if it was Bakugou Katsuki.

Your friends had been amazing, staying by your side, bringing you food and anything else you need but it only could do so much. Time would be the best solution, Momo told you. You knew she was right but you just wished it would hurry up and make you feel better.

It was a Friday night and you were sulking in your room listening to sad music once again. You weren’t expecting a knock at your door. You sighed it was probably one of your friends hoping to cheer you up but you just wanted to be alone right now.

“Kirishima?”

“Hey, I need to show you something.” He said.

“I’m really tired, Kiri. I just want to stay in my room.” You told him.

“Please, it’s important.” He said. The genuine look in his eyes guilted you into following.

As he led you to the common room balcony you thought you might scream if Kirishima made you leave your room to show you another cute frog outside again.

What you didn’t expect was a nice table covered in a white cloth with flowers and candles. Even more so was Bakugou standing there with a guilty look on his face. Before you could question Kirishima he was gone.

You looked at Bakugou before turning to leave.

“Wait, please.” You were shocked to hear him say please. It made you pause. “Just let me explain myself and I’ll leave if you want me to.”

“Okay.” You said more curious than anything else. What was he up to?

“I didn’t mean what I said. I was caught off guard and there were all those people there and I spoke before I could think.” He said.

“Yeah, imagine how embarrassing it was to be rejected like that in front of everyone.” You said. You knew it was unheard of for Bakugou to apologize but it would take more than that to earn your trust again.

“I know, I know. I feel horrible about it.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “What I’m trying to say is- I’m sorry.” The words came out quite but he did in fact say he was sorry.

“Okay.” You said, not quite sure what to say.

“Not just that but I feel the same way.” He admitted. “I like you too and I want to go on a date with you.”

You were even more stunned, he felt the same way?

“I made your favorite food, I can leave.” He said opening the metal cover over the plates. It looked amazing and smelled even better. “You can eat with Kirishima instead if you want.”

Bakugou started to head for the door but you caught him by his wrist

“No. Stay.” You said. “This can be our first date.”

Bakugou smiled. Not his usual cocky smirk or the smile he gave when he was about to beat someone up. The soft smile stopped your heart for a moment.

You sat down together at the table.

“I would have worn something nicer if I knew this was going to be a date.” You laughed. He smiled at your joke.

“You look better than anyone else I’ve seen.” He said. You hadn’t expected any of this but you really weren’t expecting Bakugou to be so smooth.

Things weren’t always going to be easy with Bakugou but he knew how to show he cared when it mattered most.

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Lover

pairing: captain syverson x reader

summary: your man is finally back home after months of being away and he can’t help but want to make things official. based off of taylor swift’s lover.

a/n: here’s the very requested part two! i hope i make you all happy with this follow up and the first part will be linked here. credit for the use of the name ‘logan’ goes to @littlefreya​! 

we could leave the christmas light up till january

this is our place, we make the rules

Excited wasn't even the word to describe how you were feeling. Logan’s flight was set to land at 11PM and of course you were just thirty minutes early. Sitting and pacing your living room as the clock ticked away wasn't doing you any good.

There weren’t many people in the airport, mostly employees and what looked like businessmen catching late/early flights. You shifted in your chair for the thousandth time and looked towards the arrival gate to see a crowd of men walking through.

All in various states of tiredness and army colored garb. You jumped from your chair as you spotted the one man you’ve been waiting seven months for. Logan caught your eye the moment you stepped into view. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulder as he weaved his way through the men, his eyes only on you.

Logan scooped you up and spun in a circle. You threw your arms around his neck and couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. Happy tears, you promised. His large hands gripped your waist as he set you down and you two finally made eye contact.

“I kept my promise, I came back.” His voice sounded so different from the late night phone calls. No static or cutting out.

You nodded with tears in your eyes, “I never doubted you would.”

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

You don’t remember the drive, but you remembered that you stared at Syverson the entire time. He insisted on driving, saying he needed to drive his truck again. You couldn’t argue, you were just happy he was back in your sights.

The walk into the apartment was a mess; you two were stumbling for different reasons. Logan because you were clinging to him like a koala and you because you refused to let go of his waist. You didn’t want to not be touching him again.

“You kept the christmas tree up,” He mused, eyes lighting up at the green fir in the corner of the living room. “Christmas was three weeks ago.”

You felt yourself become shy under his gaze. You stood next to the tree and watched as he looked from you to the stack of gifts at your feet.

“Those for me?”

Nodding, you pointed to the couch before grabbing the wrapped presents and sitting next to him. “I couldn’t not buy you things. I knew you’d be home eventually to open them.”

A sad smile crossed his face as he spoke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here then.”

“We don’t have to talk about that, c’mon,” You were desperate to change the subject as you put a large box in his hand.

i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue

It only took Logan Syverson a year and a half to bite the bullet and go buy a ring. A white gold pear-shaped 1 carat was burning a whole in his pocket the entire dinner.

“The nurses area was so unorganized I got a headache looking at it so I just-” You stopped your story when you noticed Logan nervously fidgeting with his napkin. “Baby, you alright?”

Logan’s head snapped up to you with wide eyes, “Huh?”

You giggled at his expression and repeated your question which only made him more visibly nervous. Aika picked her head up from her dog bed in the corner as if she could sense her owners emotions. The german shepard arrived at your door a few days after Logan came back, said she was his best girl back there and he needed to bring her home with him. Who were you to refuse such a cute face?

In the short time you looked at Aika, Logan had stood up and got down on one knee at your side. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you; your hand coming up to clutch your heart as he spoke those four words.

You couldn’t form words and only nodded as the wide grin spread across your mans face. “Yeah? That a yes?”

“Yes! Of course, yes!” You pushed yourself into his arms as he stood up himself. You two laughed when Aika jumped up and barked, seemingly understanding what just happened. The ring was slipped on your finger and it was a perfect fit.

Logan cupped your face and kissed you like his life depended on it. You didn’t know it at the time, but you just made him the happiest man on earth. You wrapped your arms around his waist and just hugged him; physical touch was both of your love languages and it couldn’t have worked out better.

“Guess we gotta start planning, huh?” Logan asked.

“We need to call your mom before we do anything else.” You were already making a mental list of who to call and text, planning your facebook announcement down to which pictures of the ring you’d take. Your thoughts were interrupted by Logan’s gruff voice.

“I love you, Y/N Syverson.” You could practically hear the smile he wore.

“I love you too, Captain.”

can we always be this close forever and ever?

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the beauty and the beast (chapter 1)

word count: 2k461

angst

series masterlist

Synopsis:

When you move to a new city due to your father's job, you don't expect to stay for a long and so decided not to get attached to the world around you.

But still, you are "the new girl", unwillingly attracting people's attention because of your family's background. Your strict father expects a lot from you, not to say perfection. And when you are sit next to a certain Jung Yunho, you didn't expect your life to take a radical turn

You don’t even remember when you stayed more than a year in the same city. It probably started around the age of 3, when your father got his promotion he wanted for so long. That’s how your family used to move every year, or even shorter than this. You don’t remember having a childhood friend, and worst, have you ever had friends ?

The unfamiliar view of the busy city at your window made you remember that once again, you had to unpack the few items you owned. You quickly discovered it was more a burden to drag along unnecessary things that would later be a pain in the ass to unpack and pack forever. Only school books, clothes and some other accessories were keeping you company in this new room. So impersonal, cold. But it would stay this way, since you knew you’d probably move on again in few months. While tidying your room, you heard a knock on your door, making you look at it to see your father.

« Y/N ? Can we talk for a bit ? » he asked, a poker face on.

« Yes father. »

Father. From the moment you could speak, he always told you to call him father. No dad, or affectionate pet names. It was just showing the gap that have been created so far between you both. Your mom ? You don’t even remember her face. You learnt from your grand-mother a long time ago that your parents got divorced when you were just a newborn. The reasons to this separation are staying difficult to know, but your father never talked about her in your presence. You always thought that somehow she didn’t want you, that was probably the best reason you could thought due to the lack of her tries to contact you for 17 years. So instead of a mom, you grew up with a nanny who was still living with you and your father. She was a sweet and caring person, always making sure you weren’t lacking anything. You owed her a lot, knowing she was the one who was basically raising you up, of course with the directions of your father.

You soon arrived in the large living room, as impersonal as the rest of the luxurious apartment your father got from his work. It was neutral as possible, but still anybody could notice the taste for luxury he acquired with the time. Trophies, some modern canvas you couldn’t even interpret, a large TV with home cinema etc. Your father was sitting in his black leather armchair, in his usual white shirt and black suit. And you just sat down on the white sofa, waiting patiently for him to start.

« I got you a place in a school from a friend of mine. » he began, and you felt your body being rigid.

Studies were his obsession when it comes to you. You always had to be first, having the best grades, the best in every field you could reach. That was probably also the main reason of why you never got close friends. Because you were « Miss Perfect Brain » and the only child from a wealthy family, most of people thought you were just like one of those entitled kids who would think they are the one ruling in this world. But you were not. Actually, you never wanted any of those thing. How many times you wanted to go to clubs after class ? Just hanging out with kids from your age, sharing hobbies etc…But you never could because your father would always send you to study classes after your school schedules.

« The school ranking is pretty good, so I think you are able to reach 1st place right ? » he continued, his cold glare piercing your body, making you tighten your fists on your knees.

It would be a disaster for you to be 2nd. Actually not really for you, but for your father. With him, it was first or nothing, and nothing would results as punishment for you. Even since elementary school, he would force you to copy the mistakes you’d done until 2 in the morning, « to make you remember not to do the same mistakes again ». Sometimes depriving you from eating until you would perfectly recite the lesson. As a child, you had spent nights crying in your pillow, hating your father for being so mean to you, and today, you just gave up. As long as you were doing as told, everything would be fine, right ?

You nodded as an answer, finding the courage to finally look at his strict face.

« Y/N, this year is going to be a decisional one for you. After graduation, you’ll go to Korea University and study international business. Don’t deceive me » he announced, making you gulp at the end of his sentence.

Of course it wasn’t what you wanted. But what did you want in the first place ? You didn’t know. You couldn’t find any perspectives for yourself. And of course, you didn’t have a word to say.

« Yes Father… »

And without adding any words, he stood up and left for his office, leaving you alone in the living room. You wanted to cry, to yell how unfair it was for letting someone decide for yourself. You throat was dry and your fists were trembling from madness until you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder. It was Sookja, your nanny and the housekeeper. She probably heard the whole conversation, and was knowing perfectly how you felt at this moment.

« This is so unfair… » you mumbled into your breath, trying to hold back your tears of pure rage.

« I know sweetie… » the old woman sighed. « Maybe he will let you do what you want later » she tried to soften your mood, but it was already ruined.

You sighed and stood up, just shrugging to join your bedroom again, head dipping first into your pillow. You didn’t feel like unpacking, so you just stayed in your bed, until your nanny came to inform you dinner was ready. As usual, you were eating alone. Your father never ate with you, because of his schedules. How funny it was to see that even on your birthday he would be absent, justifying himself to be busy but that he would « make it up for the next year ». Weariness eventually took over sadness. This was your daily life, and you didn’t expect it to change now…Unless.

It was your first day at your new high school. You were so nervous that you had barely eaten on the morning. You were apprehending people. Of course you were used to see new faces all the time, but this time was different. You were arriving in the middle of the first semester in a school where everyone from your prom was knowing each other’s, and to crowned everything, your father was accompanying you this morning to greet his friend, the principal for this year. The more the black Audi was entering the school yard, the more you wanted to become a mouse. You hated so much those looks of curiosity, or full of judgment. Your father intimated you to get off the car, which you did, looking at the floor while the Principal was waiting at the main entrance. You didn’t hear the following conversation, your heart beating too fast and in your ear. Some students stopped to watch the scene, and some of them at the windows were taking pictures. How embarrassing. Little did you know a group of boys were also watching from the first floor.

« Heh, is this the new girl everyone’s talking about ? » hummed a blonde boy, his chin in the palm of his hand while he was leaning on the window sill.

« Seems like it » answered a tall boy, a lollipop in his mouth. « Dude, she looks hot »

« Mingi, you even haven’t seen her face yet » groaned the little blonde again.

Mingi shrugged and said. « Hongjoong, she’s rich, so she’s hot »

« You’re an idiot » sighed the said Hongjoong, rolling his eyes in exasperation. « What d'you think Yunho ? »

Yunho stayed silent during the whole conversation, hands in his pockets as he was watching the scenery before scoffing. « She’s just a little rich bitch » he mumbled before turning from this, going to his classroom.

You had to stay at the professor’s room, so that the Principal could introduce you to your homeroom teacher. Strangely enough, all the teachers seemed too nice. Of course they were. The shadow of your father must be planning around. « Let’s go introducing you to your new comrade » said your teacher enthusiastically which made you forced a smile. You silently followed him to the door where he made a sign for you to wait. Your heart was about to explode, as you could hear the sounds for chairs and people chatting in the classroom. You didn’t know how much you waited in this hallway, but your teacher appeared again, calling your name. You jumped a little, not expecting this time to come…so quickly. Gulping again, you slowly passed the door to present you in front of everyone, your eyes scanning the room. « Can you please introduce you ? » Asked your teacher, everyone’s waiting to hear the sound of your voice for the first time. You really wanted to run away and never come back, but you couldn’t. Your father would definitely kill you.

« H-hi, my name is Y/N, nice to meet you » you said, quite unsure of yourself.

Some kids applauded, which made you blush from embarrassment.

« Alright, Y/N you can go sit next to Yunho there » said your teacher, pointing at the front row at the very left of the room, not to say the corner.

Your eyes landed for the first time on the boy called Yunho. His black wavy hair were hiding his forehead and also his eyes, but you could definitely feel he was glaring at you. Not staring, but glaring as if you did something wrong. But what could you have done wrong ? Was sitting next to him a crime ? You awkwardly sat down next to him, feeling the cold tension radiating from the silent boy next to you. At some point, you really felt uncomfortable, to the point you didn’t dare looking at him a single time. You tried your best to focus on the class, nervously holding your pen. Surprisingly, the first two hours of class went by fast, but you still haven’t talked with Yunho, and he seemed not trying to neither. When the bell ranged, announcing the first break of the day, you gathered your things before you heard his deep voice for the first time.

« Move. » he ordered in an annoyed tone, his tall figure dominating your frail one.

Your heart stopped beating for a second, suddenly scared. He seemed mad at you for God knew which reason, but you quickly moved to let him pass, looking at your feet while you could hear a « Tsch… » from him.

What the hell was happening ? Why this boy was hating you from the start ? You took your phone and went to the girls toilet, to regain composure, but still, you felt a dark aura from him. While you were thinking about this, you heard girls gossiping outside the cabinet you were occupying.

« Did you see that ? She is next to Yunho ! »

« The poor girl, I bet she won’t stay next to him for a long time » said another girl, in a mocking way.

« She doesn’t know he’s a total douchebag tho. »

« Hey ! He’s still hot. But yeah, a douchebag »

And they laughed before exiting the place. What does this mean ? You began to get really worried about this Yunho. He seemed to be a bad guy, but was he really ? You inhaled deeply again before going back to your classroom, expecting to see Yunho again, but he wasn’t here anymore.

Class started again, and you couldn’t help but wonder where Yunho went and why he left. Your new Korean literature teacher didn’t seem surprised when doing roll call. « Ditching classes again huh ? » he mumbled before going on.

At lunch time, you searched for a place to eat alone. You didn’t feel like going to the cafeteria or stayed in class to eat, so you went to the rooftop, surprisingly empty. You expected to see at least one or two people…But anyway, it was better for you. Leaning against the wall of the staircase, you took out the lunch box Sookja made for you with your favorite food inside as a good luck charm for your first day. It slightly made you smile and brought you some comfort. You didn’t want to think to anything, just having some peace until you heard loud laughs from the stairs, making you panicking and quickly packed your lunch to see a group of boys who seemed as surprised as you to find you here.

« Oh, isn’t the « New girl » ? » smirked the small blonde guy.

You quickly looked away, mumbling a « sorry » before trying to pass over them, but an arm blocked your route.

« Hey, you could at least say hi when someone’s talking to you » groaned the tallest from the pack.

You felt intimidated. You just wanted to leave, without creating any problems. You looked up at the tall guy, scared about what he was about to do next until you noticed wavy black hair. Yunho was here also, and he didn’t seem to pay attention.

« I-I’m sorry, I just want to go p-please » you said weakly, the panic gaining your body each second passing by.

« Tss, is that how rich bitch like you are behaving huh ? »

This was escalating quickly. You were too scared to do anything, when you saw the tall guy’s hand reaching out for you too rapidly, making you flinch.

« Mingi. Stop. »

It was Yunho’s voice. As you shut your eyes tight, you slowly opened them to see an annoyed Mingi, rubbing his nape in frustration while the blonde guy was shocked. Yunho looked at his friends.

« Hongjoong, let’s go somewhere else » he added to the blonde guy.

Hongjoong nodded and slighlty pushed Mingi away to the stairs, only Yunho staying still, his dark orbs fixed on you in silence.

« Hey, I really hate people like you, but I didn’t want Mingi to do something bad, so you better go now. » he warned, giving you a cold shiver in your back.

Why was this always like this ? No matter where you go, people always hate you, or fake to be friendly to you because of your status. You felt tears filling your eyes, but you with the few pride left in you, you left Yunho alone on this rooftop, running away from him until next class. You were certain of a thing, Yunho hated you and you're far to know he'd soon take advantage of you.

chapter 2 coming soon ! please let me know what you think about this first chapter <3

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AHEM. Abi: 💐,🎡,🌈 ,❤️ Gabe: 💥,🌙,📣,❇️,💘  Mari: 🌠,🖍️,🎵  Miguil: 🙉,🌱,🔥,💚. Pick and choose. teehee

AHEM 🦅 (swoops down on you)

🐈Miguel:

first of all sicko. Honestly, he's pretty unbothered most of the time, but when it comes to his love it would be a hard hit. Anything diminishing it or implying it to be false would be bad.

But from Kitty specifically? I don't love you. He'd simply lose it and cry and throw up. Cuz, 1) why would she lie about that, 2) did she ever?

Peace and love to you.

Age 6, new girl on the playground, and her laugh rings out above anything else. With the setting sun her hair almost glows and she's laughing with his sister. She sees him looking and invites him to play with them.

He remembers thinking it was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, and he's lucky he still get to see the same smile everyday.

How fucking dare you 👺

Just like his big sister, he makes himself pass last. Could he better if he took opportunities thrown his way? Yeah. But he doesn't want to be better at the cost of people he cares about, and he doesn't want to lose them. He does truly think that and he's not that scared of the future but it's also an excuse.

He's reckless when emotional (jjoeblush) He's not used to being emotional so it leads to him making bad decisions but usually nothing ever lasting because he can get a grip on himself fairly quickly. But he tends to isolate a lot and not fighting, just leaving a situation.

Uhm being known and knowing :) Depends from people to people, but he's happy when he knows they're trying their best for him. Just knowing that I.e Matty saying sorry means a lot to her and its hard for her to do but she does for him. Or like Mari's presence is often enough because he knows she always has his back.

Otherwise he needs big hugs where he can hide his face , Kitty is smaller than him but generally hugs where he can hide his face in the crook of her neck :) She's the one who offers him comfort most of the time. REST UNDER DA CUT ✂

💌 Mariana:

She'd wish to never lose anyone without having to choose :) She wants it all, she knows she can't! But maybe they can make it work .

god. Hmmmm stop running before you have to. You might find you're better suited for it than you think.

I dunno enough artists to be like syeah she has a favorite one HAHAH

but ahem she has one here , the song i associate with her the most always changes :)

💘Gabriel:

Anger and sadness. He doesn't feel them often nor linger on it. But those who can make him feel them makes it..harder to deal with. With age it became easier but he was def punching walls in High school. rip eric's locker door ig

Heh. His greatest wish is for Eric and Kitty to be happy and being part of that happiness. He has a family in them and they're getting farther away and it scares him. He's not willing to push Kitty's boundaries for it but he'll push on Eric's because he knows Eric doesn't want to lose his daughter. (His ultimate wish was that Piper never died but lol. just...being all happy together. He would have loved to see it.)

Very loud! (heh 😏) His voice carries easily! He just has that presence about him. Talks semi polite like, too casual for business but not rigid. No voice claim for now...will think about it... He has a similar accent to everyone in town. Still talks hindi with his family a lot.

Something Kitty did at school and she sent over to him. He gushed over it to her for hours on phone . It looks so shit now but he loves teasing her about it and it's still really important. Meant the world to him that she thought about him. Otherwise, there's a gift from piper he keeps close and a gift from his parents when he graduated.

He does believe in attraction at first sight. Not so much love now.

In a relationship, he looks for understanding. Being able to communicate openly is very important to him. As long as they can work through stuff everything will be fine. He also needs someone who can understand they won't always pass first for him, especially for family.

🌞 Abigail:

sicko

White chrysanthemums - truth, loyalty & honesty

White orchids - humility, innocence, elegance , etc

Cyclamen - feelings and sincere affection

Red carnation - Love & affection

Hydrangea - gratitude for being understood Hydrangea and orchids being her favorite :)

It's not something important or that she thinks about. but she WILL HEH. Before Damo, no. Doesn't think it's anything special and it's not like she had the occasion for it. BUT! I think she will giggle and blush if Damo asks :) She's happy to indulge him.

To not lose herself.

So I thought it was word of affirmation but did a lil test and apparently its physical touch and quality time close second ♥.

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S/o that hates them but slowly love them [Assassination Classroom]

Characters included: Karma Akabane, Nagisa Shiota, Hiroto Maehara and Yuuma Isogai.

Note: No one requested but I’ll indulge myself :3 (Beware of cheesy things :).)

Reader’s Gender: Gender Neutral [Implied Female in Maehara’s, well not really but you get it]

Warning: none

Karma Akabane

Okay, you have lots of reasons to hate him. Sadistic yet intelligent. 

When you first saw him, you instantly hated him. You could feel his sadistic aura from a mile away yet he maintains his innocent facade. 

You were considered the smartest in class, alongside Takebayashi and Okuda. But that all changed when Karma joined the class. 

Unfortunately for you, you’re seated next to Karma. Which made it even worse since he always want to disturb you during class. By poking you, throwing paper ball, or whispering to you, just plain annoying you.

You tried to ignore him, really. But he seems keen on making you notice him. 

One day, you decided to indulge him by doing it back to him. Now it’s a contest on who can annoy the other.

While this contest was in session, you slowly but surely find yourself falling for the sadistic red-head.

You tried to deny it. But you couldn’t really control your heart. And, finally, you gave in to your heart. You accepted the fact that you are in love with Karma Akabane.

You don’t know if Karma feels the same as you, but it looks like you don’t need to wonder any more. The next day, he asked you out. Which is uncharacteristically for him, so you assumed that he has something up in his sleeves.

“Okay, Karma-kun. I don’t know what this is about but tell me why you want to date me?” 

“Because I like you.”

“Yeah, right.” You remained stubborn.

But, unfortunately, Karma is too. And he’ll prove that he likes you genuinely.

For the next few days, he would give you compliments, give you a carton of his favorite milk and always seem to have time for you. Which isn’t helping you really as you were falling deeper in love with him.

By the end of the week, you decided to give in and said, “yes”. 

Your eyes widened at how genuine his smile is, bright and true.

And now, you are dating the Sadistic strawberry-headed boy.

Nagisa Shiota

HOW COULD YOU HATE THIS PRECIOUS BBY?!

But, for some reason, you hated him. Maybe it’s because of how he interacted with your classmates so easily, maybe it’s because of how cute he is in pigtails, or maybe it’s because he seems so nice that it seems so unreal.

So, you tried to distance yourself from the blueberry-haired boy. Which proves to be difficult than it seems, since Nagisa has the opposite in mind. 

Nagisa always thought you were cool whenever you tried to assassinate Koro-sensei. And he wants to share some weakness with you. But whenever you ignore him or walk past him, he looks like a kick puppy.

Everyone knows about this however. So Koro-sensei, being himself, decided to partner them up in the next assignment.

During this assignment, Nagisa tried to interact with you but you remain stubborn as you continued to scribble. It’s actually hard to ignore his sad puppy eyes as you finally cave in and talk back to him. You blushed at Nagisa’s bright smile.

You soon found out that he’s fun to hang out with. You also found out that you were just jealous of how easily Nagisa is, while you were difficult to be with. You were surprised that Nagisa hasn’t left you to hang out with his other friends.

For the next few days, you find yourself sick. So you consult your friend, Kayano. Explaining that your heart quickens whenever Nagisa is near, but to other guys, you were normal. You started to stutter and getting nervous in talking to Nagisa, your palms were sweaty as well. 

After you finished, Kayano is stifling her laughter as she (tries) to explain that you are in love. And to Nagisa.

You ask her what to do when you realize that that was the case. She said to go with it. 

So the next day, you confess your feelings to a flustered Nagisa, who happily (yet embarrassingly) agreed to date with you. Admitting that he has feelings for you ever since he laid his eyes on you.

And that is how you started to date the deadly bby blueberry-haired boy.

Hiroto Maehara

Of course you hated him because he was a flirt and playboy. 

You had a bad experience with your previous boyfriend, who cheated on you. So you decided to stay away from flirty boys. 

Maehara, on the other hand, wants to be close with you. You attract him by your cool yet cold face. Unfortunately for you, you are seated conveniently next to him. Which made it worse because he keeps using pick-up lines.

“Are you an angel? Cause you look like one.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I know right?” Maehara smiles cheekily.

He only wants you to talk to him, and the only way he knows how is to use pick-up lines.

You gotta admit though, you find some funny and some made your heart beat. So you decided to use a pick-up line for him.

“Can I take a picture of you? So I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”

He whistles. “That’s good!”

And that is how your pick-up lines contest with Maehara began. To see who has the best pick-up line between the two of you.

While you two were busy using pick-up line on one another, you slowly start to get to know him. You realize he isn’t really the playboy you thought he was, he was just protecting his heart so he put up this fake flirty facade. [I don’t know if this is true though..]

And, slowly but surely, you fall in love with him. And quite frankly, you were scared.

Maehara was the one who confessed first. So you admitted to him that you were scared and explain to him about your past relationship. 

He promised he’ll never be like that so you decided to trust him.

And that is how you start to date Maehara.

Yuuma Isogai

H-How? Why? I don’t get why you hated him.

You don’t know why but you hated him when you first saw him. You don’t know the reason yet you hated him. The worst of all, he’s the class president! You’re surely going to have to talk to him one way or another.

When Isogai finds out about your dislike/hate for him, he was sad and confused. Did he do something to upset you? So the only action he knows is to apologize for it.

And so he did. 

After class as you were about to go down the hill, Isogai calls out for you and apologizes. You turn around, confused on why he is apologizing.

He explained that he must’ve done something to upset you so that’s why you hated him. You started to feel guilty when you noticed how sincere he is.

So you explained to him why you hated him. At firs, he was confused (much like you were). But suggested if he could hang out with you.

You agreed nevertheless. And you two had fun.

And for the next few days, you two were hanging out after school. The class soon caught up with it and endlessly teased the both of you.

Ofc, Isogai told them off to knock it out and that you two were only friends.

Crack

The sound you suddenly heard. You suddenly felt pain in your chest as tears started springing out of your eyes. You were panicking. Why am I crying? Why does my chest hurt?

Nakamura noticed your distraught self and accompanies you to the bathroom. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I don’t k-know..”

You then explained to her the feeling. It happened right after Isogai told them off, but when he mentioned the last part, your chest hurt. 

Nakamura listened. After you’re done explaining. She explains the reason why you are feeling like this.

“It’s because you’re in love with Isogai-kun.”

“I’m what--?”

“In love.”

Nakamura decided to leave you so that you can calm down.

After you calm down, you started to walk back to the classroom. But when you opened the bathroom’s door, you were greeted with Isogai’s worried face.

“Ah! [Y/N]-sa--!” You slammed the door in front of his face.

“[Y-Y/N]-san?!”

“Go away!”

“E-Eh?! What’s wrong?!” 

“J-Just go away!”

“T-Tell me what’s wrong!”

You then explained to him. You confessed your feelings to him and how it hurt when he called you a ‘friend’.

“Oh..”

You feared that this would be the end of your guys friendship.

“T-That’s not a problem at all..”

You blink as your mind tried to comprehend what he said.

“W-What?”

“B-Because I like you too!”

And that is how you start dating the Ikemen President of Class 3E. Which is embarrassing since you confessed to him in the girl’s bathroom. -_-

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traditions (1/1)

MERRY CHRISTMAS @ohmakemeahercules​ FROM YOUR SECRET SANTA!!! 

Did you guess it was me?  Let me tell you, capitalizing my first person pronouns and remembering to turn on anon were hard, so very hard, but the hardest thing to do was NOT CLICKING ‘LIKE’ on every one of your responses, because i loved them all SO MUCH.

i know this time of year is not the easiest for you, but i am sending you LOVE and HUGS, and i want you to know that i had the most wonderful time chatting with you these last 3 weeks.  

Also, you like canon, and therefore i wrote canon -- actual, compliant canon -- and there can be no greater proof of my love.  💕😂💕

But seriously, i loved writing this for you, absolutely enjoyed playing in your sandbox, tackling the original characters, and i hope hope hope you like it.  

i also hope December gets easier for you next year and i wish you ALL THE GOOD THINGS, because you DESERVE THEM ALL.

You are wonderful.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!  🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

PS:  There’s one small reference to firefly in this because i cannot help myself sometimes.

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Thanks as always to the amazing @profdanglaisstuff​ who laughs out loud these days when i say i don’t write canon.  And who makes sure i don’t fall down rabbit holes.  Laugh it up, fuzzball.  (Yes, honey, i’ll quote Han Solo any time i damn well please.) 😍😘💖

And thank you so much to the organizers of @cssecretsanta2020​ for being so lovely and wondeful.

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SUMMARY:  December happens and Killian has questions. Not about Christmas.

About his place in Emma's life.

But then cookies are baked, hugs are given, smiles are smiled, and it turns out traditions are just the things you choose to keep.

Or the things you choose to start.

Set during the six weeks of peace in S4. Canon compliant if those six weeks include the month of December. 😂

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TRADITIONS .

The thing about Christmas in the Land without Magic is that people keep explaining the wrong things.

  “We get a tree,” Snow says one morning at Granny’s, in full teacher mode with her earnest eyes and her sincere smile.  “An evergreen.  Last year it was a fir, even though I prefer spruces.”  Her smile turns wistful for a moment.  “They remind me of home.”

The way she says ‘home’ makes it abundantly clear that she does not mean anything remotely near Storybrooke, and the irony of Snow White referencing the Enchanted Forest while lecturing Killian on the nature of Christmas trees is almost too much for him.

  Especially since he asked her out for breakfast to find answers to a whole different set of questions.  Questions which are much more important.

  “And then we put lights and ornaments on it,” Snow goes on.

“Yes,” Killian says, barely keeping himself from rolling his eyes.  “Many of the children in Neverland spoke of Christmas when they first got to the island.  Seems Pan delighted in taking them right around that time of year.  There was lots of talk of Christmas trees and presents and meals which included geese and pudding.  Although they seemed to have widely different opinions on what constitutes a ‘pudding’.”

“Oh,” Snow’s face falls.  “Of course.”  She falls silent.

“I’m sorry,” he says, because she looks sad now, and he doesn’t want that.  “I didn’t mean to cut you off.  Please tell me what else you do.”

Snow smiles.  

“You’re being kind,” she says.  “You probably know more about this realm’s traditions than I do.”

He grins.  “ Kind is not usually the first word that comes to mind when one thinks of me.”

Snow laughs out loud.  

“Maybe not,” she says, and then her voice gets very quiet.  “But you are.”

  He can’t speak for almost a minute.  Snow doesn’t miss a beat, just pats his arm and then focuses on her waffles until he gets his bearings.

“Thanks,” he mumbles once he finds his voice again, and she just looks up, nods at him briefly, and then says, “We’re baking cookies tonight.  Did Emma tell you?”

And that, that is much closer to what he’s actually confused about.

  Because the Land without Magic isn’t really all that puzzling.  Or at least this portion of it isn’t.  

The currency is entirely self explanatory and makes perfect sense.  It’s in sensible parts of ten, all of which fit into each other.  Anyone who’s ever been forced to accommodate doubloons and cringlets and half-rafters (which aren’t actually half of anything ) could be nothing but pleased at this perfect decimal fractioning.   

The food is not so different or unusual and none of it seems to require knowledge of poisons or side effects.  

There are shops for everything, labels for everything, warnings for everything.

And there are instruction manuals for everything.  A fact which not enough people take advantage of, as far as Killian is concerned.  When he reset the oven clock in Snow’s kitchen a few weeks ago, because it was an entire hour ahead and he simply could not bear this gross inaccuracy a moment longer, Emma had looked at him with eyes as big as saucers when she noticed and said, in an incredibly earnest voice, “How did you do that?  Nobody sets oven clocks.”  She’d shaken her head for good measure.  “I’m serious.  Nobody.”

So, all in all, in its customs and habits and workings, this land is not nearly as intricate or complicated as many other realms he has been to.  Like the Sylvexh Empire, where looking directly at any of the citizens could cost you your head, or Lirsom’bhar, where talking during theater performances carried the death penalty and wearing black clothing was a stoning offense.  He’d hated the latter.  Pirate captains are not nearly intimidating enough in powder blue.

  So the questions he has aren’t with this realm, and certainly not about Christmas.

No, what he has a hard time gauging is where he stands with Emma’s family.  Specifically the woman currently sitting in front of him, wiping maple syrup from the corners of her mouth.  And her husband.

Also known as Emma’s parents, who may or may not have very firm opinions on whether or not Killian is allowed to join in the various festivities.

That is his problem.

Because if it were up to Killian he would like to spend pretty much every waking moment with Emma.  Including those moments she spends at the loft with Snow and David and Henry doing family things.  Like baking cookies.

Emma has mentioned the baking plans.  But that’s the thing, she only mentioned them.  He doesn’t know if he’s invited.  

He doesn’t know if he’s welcome.

  “Killian?”  His face must be mirroring some of his thoughts.  Snow looks a little worried.  “Are you all right?  Do you not like cookies?”

Yes he does.  He loves cookies.  This land’s prowess in all things chocolate is unparalleled.

He tries to reassure Snow with a grin.  

“I do,” he says.  “I just didn’t---”  The way she looks at him.  Open.  Inviting.  It’s almost painful.  “---know what time you wanted to commence the revelry,” he finishes lamely.

“Around five,” Snow says.  “Henry’s at Regina’s tonight, so the ‘revelry’ will be all grown up.  Just come on down, you don’t need to bring anything.”

  Yes, well.

He knows enough about the customs in every realm he’s ever traveled to that when you’re invited to somebody’s house, you bring a present.  Even when they tell you not to.

He spends most of the day down by the harbor, just breathing the salty air, listening to the seagulls, and then shows up at the loft at 5 PM on the dot,  holding a bottle.

When Emma opens the door he goes to hug her, long and tight, because he hasn’t seen her all day. 

“Hey,” she says in that soft voice she only uses with him, and hugs him back just as tightly.  “I missed you today.”

So has he.

Missed her terribly.

She kisses him slowly until David behind them clears his throat very loudly, and Emma rolls her eyes and grins.  

“I’m glad you’re here,” she says, and he’s so relieved to hear her say that.  For tonight at least, he is welcome.  

He nods at David who watches him with narrowed eyes and then hands the bottle to Snow, who can roll her eyes better than even her daughter can.

“Killian, I said not to bring any---”  Snow’s voice cuts out all at once and her jaw drops.  “David,” she whispers.  “David, look at this.”

Emma looks at Killian in question, but he just smiles at her and points his chin at Snow.  At Snow who is now staring at Killian while holding the bottle out to David.

“Killian,” she says.  “How?”

“Had a few bottles left on the Jolly ,” he says.  He can feel Emma next to him tense up, just like she always does when he mentions his ship.  He wants to tell her not to worry, that he doesn’t regret trading his vessel, not for a moment.  He smiles at her instead and says, “I took them to my room at Granny’s  back when I---”  

He stops himself.  There were dark nights full of rum and despair back then, more of them than he cares to admit or remember, and they do not belong in this brightly-lit living room.

“Anyway, I never could bring myself to drink them,” he says instead.  Couldn’t bring myself to sever the last line to a life I thought I wanted , he doesn’t say.  “And I thought you might like one.”

“Is this what I think it is?”  David says, his voice unsteady, and Snow nods.

“It’s our wine,” she says, and--- are there tears in her eyes?  She looks at Emma.  “It’s our coronation wine.  I never---  I----”

A sob cuts her off and David wraps his arms around her and looks at Killian and for this one, brief moment, Killian knows David approves.  He’ll take it.

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Snow looks over David’s shoulder at Killian.  Sees how his posture relaxes a bit after David nods at him, sees how it relaxes even more as Emma leans into him and he pulls her close, buries his nose in her hair.  Emma smiles, a soft, lovely, contented smile and in that moment Snow can actually see how much they belong together.  

See how perfectly they fit.

How genuinely happy he makes her.

With Emma, Killian is not just a pirate and with Killian, Emma is more than the Savior.  Even when he still looks so unsure—and he does look unsure.  He looks like he’s afraid to breathe wrong.

Snow is going to have to have a very stern word with her husband about making pirates feel welcome in their lives.

  Then she wipes her eyes and shakes her head.  

“That’s quite enough of that,” she says, as if she weren’t the one crying, and extricates herself from David.  Who grins at her and then winks, because he knows her.  Damn him.

“Cookies,” Snow says firmly, and then looks at Killian, still holding on to Emma.  

“Why don’t you take your jacket off?”  She says gently.  “Make yourself at home?”

If only she could make him realize how much she means that.  

“OK,” she goes on, facing three pairs of expectant eyes across the counter.  “Let’s see what we got.  It’s not like we really know about Christmas---” she nods at Emma and Killian--- “you guys know much more about it.  But we did have Saturnalia back in the Enchanted Forest, and you know---”

Her voice trails off as she watches David’s grin grow wicked.

“What your mother is trying to say,” David says, rolling his eyes, “is that in the last two years she has discovered that in this land, throughout the month of December, there are a lot of movies on television which she’s rather fond of.”

Emma’s jaw drops.  “Oh god, Mom.”  She actually shudders.  “Don’t tell me you’ve discovered Hallmark.”

Snow can feel herself starting to blush.  She doesn’t quite know what’s gotten into her either.  It’s as if these stories thrum a primal chord deep inside her.  

Well, some of them do.

Emma leans forward, her eyes narrow.  “You’re a bandit .”  Oh, the accusation with which her daughter can front-load a word.  For a very brief moment Snow feels exceptionally sorry for Killian for when he makes his first real mistake.  

“I am a bandit who can appreciate pretty decorations and a message of hope and good cheer,” she says, and it comes out sounding rather defensive.

Killian smiles and once again pulls Emma close.  

“I think your mother deserves to like whatever she chooses,” he whispers into her ear. 

Emma shakes her head, but then she grins and Snow raises a stern eyebrow.  

“I also like a good reason to eat sweets,” she says.  “And this holiday seems to be built on treats.  It’s like the official month of sugar and spice.” 

She puts her hand on her hips and everyone bursts out laughing.

So far so good.

*

“I don’t really have any traditions,” Emma says with an air of nonchalance so perfect it has to be practised.  “Christmas is not exactly a big deal.”

  Killian’s heart constricts.

He doesn’t really know that much about this holiday, despite what Snow says, but he remembers the children Pan snatched in December, remembers how they cried more and longer and harder at the thought of what they had lost.  

Without fail the December children turned into Pan’s most ruthless minions after they got over their pain and anguish, every last one of them callous and brutal and crueler than the rest of them.

As if their emotional connection to humanity had been severed more completely than any of the others’, as if their heartache had been too great to bear and instead turned on them, burned away every last shred of empathy and compassion and kindness.

Christmas had clearly meant something to them once.

Judging by Emma’s tone, Christmas has never meant anything to her at all, and somehow that seems worse.  Not the holiday itself, he couldn’t care less about that.  The fact that Emma has never let herself put down enough roots to have traditions.

To make something last.

He remembers his mother making mulled boysenberry wine and sugar buns for the winter solstice, remembers their cabin smelling sweet and wonderful, remembers their father smiling often, at her and at Liam and even at him.  

  “That’s a shame,” he says softly, trying not to put too much pressure on this point.  “It’s nice to have some things you love, that you can remember fondly and share with your own.”

David scoffs.  “And what would you know about it?  Aren’t your traditions basically just pillage and plunder? ”

It stings.

A lot.

From out of the corner of his eye he can see Snow slap David’s arm, hard.  Can see David wince.

“Ignore him,” she says, and smiles warmly at Killian.  “We used to have a feast for winter solstice at the palace.  My father used to send envoys out every fall, to gather the most exotic, extravagant ingredients.  I remember the first time I had oranges.”  Her voice grows wistful.  “The whole town celebrated - there were tables out in the open everywhere.  People used to come from far away, gather in the streets, celebrate together. We had fires going and blankets and mulled wine.  It lasted two days.”

“I remember,” David said.  “I went once or twice when I was a boy.  I loved it.  Ate until I dropped.”

“That’s kind of why I like this Christmas thing,” Snow says.  “I like the notion of lots of food and the smell of fresh sap and candles and cider.  It reminds me of home.”

“That sounds really nice,” Emma says, but it’s perfunctory.  Killian looks at her, smiling but not moved, and he walks over and wraps his arms around her.

“Maybe you and I can go look at the stars later,” he says.  “Take some hot chocolate and a blanket down to the docks.”

It’s a shot in the dark, but Emma’s arms tighten around his waist and he knows he’s said the right thing.  Or at the very least not a wrong thing.

  David looks at him sharply.  “As long as you don’t spike it with rum and have your wicked---”

“DAVID.”  Snow’s voice is pure flint and he actually flinches.

“ Seriously. ”  Emma adds and then kisses Killian in full view of her parents.  Thoroughly.  

He closes his eyes, feels her hand fist into his hair, feels her back arch against him and blocks out everything but the taste of her.

The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin.

He does not want to let go of her, not ever.

When she pulls back he is breathless and she puts her forehead against his, smiles and gently rubs his neck and he no longer cares who’s watching.  There’s no one else on the planet at this moment.  There are just the two of them.

  Killian sighs when Emma finally straightens up, sighs and turns and blushes, walks over to the counter and blindly grabs for his bowl and whisk, just to have something to do.  Something useful to do which will avoid David’s steely gaze for the moment.

  Emma turns to Snow to ask what temperature the oven should be, and David keeps staring at him, daring him to look up, which he absolutely will not, thankyouverymuch, and then the bowl he’s been holding, barely, with the tip of his hook while he whisks with his right, shoots out from under his grasp and catapults along the counter before slowly somersaulting in a flying leap to the floor.  Splattering egg whites and creamed butter and milk everywhere .  Most of it on his pants.  His black pants.

Fuck.

But then Emma laughs out loud and he’d gladly drop a hundred bowls of batter on himself if that is the reaction.

“That was a solid 10,” she says when she can breathe again, and takes the whisk from him.  “It stuck the landing.  Literally.”  She points at the sticky puddle at their feet.  “I got the bowl.  Go get cleaned up.”

She takes his hook and starts to push him towards the bathroom and he can see it, can see the moment it happens, the moment her face falls, her smile vanishes, and she looks down at his hook, the hook which couldn’t hold the bowl, and then back up at his face, her eyes large and worried.

“Don’t,” he says before she can open her mouth.  “It had nothing to do with this.”  He points his chin at his hook.  “Trust me when I tell you I’ve done more complicated things than hold dishes in place.”

She takes a deep breath and then exhales and bites her lip.

“Sorry,” she says.  

“There is nothing you should be sorry for, love,” he says, and she nods again, and this time he knows she believes him.

“We can take some cookies with us later,” she whispers.  “When we go look at the stars.”  And then she grins.  “Unless you plan on wearing them all.”

*

An hour later the place smells delicious, everyone is covered in flour, and it has started to snow.

“I think you should shovel the walkway,” Snow says to David, and he turns to her, full of righteous indignation at being sent outside, and then he sees her face.

“Am I in trouble?”  

Snow looks at Emma and Killian on the couch, Emma curled into his side, and Killian stiff as a board except for the arm around her daughter’s shoulders.

Then she looks back at her husband.

“I think we’ve had enough of the overprotective father for one night,” she says.  “Your daughter is an adult.  An adult we sent through a wardrobe into an unknown land by herself when she was a baby, so I don’t think we’re entitled to put the thumb screws to anyone.”

She can see her words hit home when David starts to duck his head, but she remains firm.

“So I think it’s your turn to cool off outside and a bit of exercise is just the thing to do it.”  She glares at her husband for good measure.  “I strongly suggest you use the time to think.”

David nods, chagrined, and simply goes to grab his jacket, and Snow puts on coffee.

  “Hey,” she hears Emma say.  “Please relax.  He likes you.  He just doesn’t know how to show it.”

Killian shrugs and Snow walks over to them, sits down in her favorite overstuffed chair and pats Killian’s arm.

“David’s making up for lost time,” she says.  “He never got to put the fear of the Evil Queen into teenage boys, and he’s taking it out on you.”

“That’s not Killian’s fault,” Emma says, claws showing a bit, and Snow smiles.  Her daughter likes the pirate a lot more than she’s trying to let on.

“Give him time,” she says.  “He’s trying.  And not everyone can be as naturally cool as I am.”

Emma and Killian look at her for a long beat before they both burst out laughing.

“True,” Emma says, wiping her eyes.  “You definitely are the cool parent.  Even if you have horrible taste in movies.”

  The oven timer dings and Snow gets up.  She takes the baking sheet out of the oven and watches Killian once again relax, sink into Emma the same way she melts against him, watches her put her head against his chest and his arm tighten around her.  Their body language is in beautiful sync, two pieces working in perfect harmony, and it makes her happy.

She knows the signs of True Love.

  “Here,” she says and walks over to them to hand them a small basket.  

“What is this?”  Emma hardly looks up, sighing into Killian’s chest.

Killian smiles at Snow and then bends down to kiss Emma’s temple.  

“It’s our stargazing picnic,” he says softly.  “Cookies and--- is that hot chocolate?”

“It is.”  Snow nods.  “Hot chocolate with cinnamon, to be exact.  And rum.”  She winks at them.  “And a warm blanket.”

Emma sits up and grins.  

“Yeah,” she says.  “You’re definitely the cool parent.”

*

Two people sit at the end of a wooden pier, wrapped up in each other and a warm blanket, listening to the water and looking at the stars.

The man hands the woman a thermos cup and then drops small kisses to her jaw as she drinks and then snuggles into his chest, smiling and warm and so, so content.

“We should do this every year,” she says, and the man nods, his eyes soft and fond and full of love.

“It’ll be our tradition,” he says, and then he kisses her again.

.

.

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A TALE OF ALWAYS AND FOREVER

CHAPTER 7

Fanfiction : Bloodbound (Choices)

Pairing : Adrian Raines x Amy Richard Parker (MC)

Warning : none

Rating: Teen

TAG LIST : @otherworldlypresents ​  , @evelynistic ​   , @silma-words ​ , @fireycookie , @lauren-raines-x , @nala-raines

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read previous chapter here ….. Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

So here i promised this last night but sorry it got delayed ...got stuck in some important work .... now here i am .... i hope u like it

Amy had to forcefully cut the call, in order to shut her brother and she new that this will make him angry. But she didn’t need a pep talk for not getting wasted in the club before her interview. She could handle her brother afterwards and the interview was important. She wandered here and there and settled on the bench. She felt like she is being watched from behind but didn’t find someone. Just then a stunning woman with an icy demeanor came towards her.

“Amy?” stern woman said .

“ yes that’s me “ she replied .

“I am Nicole Anderson, VP of operations at Raines Corp. I will interview you . “ she said .

Amy was surprised to see that she was going to be interviewed by someone so high at post but her queries were eased when she reminded her that they take their hiring process very seriously and she followed her in the conference room keeping her confident look .

“ now then. The Raines Corporation is a global leader in technology and innovation . Why exactly are you interested in being the executive assistant to our CEO ? “

“well…” Amy took a deep breath and continued , “ I’d love to help make the world a better place . what I admire most about the Raines Corporation is your dedication to global innovation and improvement. The clean – water initiative …the vaccine for the cerella virus …the green energy project… you guys aren’t just getting rich. You’re trying to help people, to make technology that’ll save the planet. I can’t think of anything better than being a part of that.”

“hmm……a good answer. A bit cloying , perhaps, but Adrian might actually like that “ Nicole said with an appreciative look.

Just as she was going to speak the next thing , the door at the back of the room swings open , and a handsome man in a perfectly – tailored suit strolls in.

Intelligence sparks through his eyes . He was extremely charming , with his black obsidian eyes assessing her , her already killer nervousness now peaked a whole new level.

“ Adrian I wasn’t expecting you…” Nicole asked unable to hide the surprise in her voice .

Adrian as in Adrian Raines …well all escalated very quickly for her .

“ I had a free minute. Is this the candidate ?” he asked taking the authority in his hands as he decided.

Professionalism and seriousness reflected in his voice .

“ yes …but I’ve just started the interview and—“ Nicole asked stammering .

“ I’ll take over from here “ he cut her off not wanting to take any excuses .

“……of course sir , go right ahead “ she surrendered .

Adrian sat across Amy , eyes burning right through her . He has never seen such a beautiful person in his entire existence , god knows how would she be as a person .

Amy’s nervousness grew even more when his eyes bore through her but she remembered once more , she is Amy Richard Parker and nothing in this world ever scares her , she remembered her brothers’ advices on professionality and confidence and recalled her dad’s proud thought about her and her mother’s loving smile . Now that was enough to calm her down , so she put on the brave and fearless smile again on her face and straightened her back.

“ Amy , is it ? “ Adrian looked at her and saw her hazel brown eyes which her so hypnotizing , with all his strength he prevented himself from being lost in them .

“ that’s right “ she said interrupting his thoughts .

“ tell me Amy , what do you desire ? “ he asked her and she was surprised at the question .

Amy was already so mesmerized from him that this question surprised her.

“ You mean ……why do I want this job ? Because I – “ but was interrupted by Adrian .

“ I didn’t ask why you want this job. I asked what do you desire . “ he asked seriously and professionally.

“ I desire ……PASSION “ she answered after thinking fir a while .

“ oh , really ? “ he asked , his brows raising , he was in true sense intrigued by her answer .

“Sorry , if that is too personal but I am just being honest . I want to feel deeply. I want to experience life , live every moment like my last. We never know when is our last moment , it is better to live our life to the fullest than to regret it afterwards . That’s what I desire “ she answered honestly and it was the true answer she saw what happened to her family everything was good and happy then suddenly they lost everything , she do not want to regret anything .

“ I can relate“ Adrian was impressed internally but didn’t expressed it. He supressed a smile to reach his face. He was truly impressed by her desire to live and feel and experience. He now looked at her resume .

“ lets see here … graduated college 3 years ago …masters in communication …interned at Mannon financial…volunteered in San Torbida and France abroad for a year “ he read out and again was impressed from her but wondered why it took her an extra year to sign up for this interview or for that matter any other one .

“ yep that’s right “ she said .

“ well , how was that tell me in three words “ he asked .

“ difficult. Enlighting. Rewarding. “ she replied easily .

“ good , this job can be challenging and unpredictable , are you comfortable running unusual errands ?”

“Absolutely “

I have been doing them since a long time now , she thought to herself , smiling .

“ Handling confidential information ? “

“ I can keep a secret “

You wont even realise how many I am keeping right now too , she thought again and smirked .

“ Working nights ? “

“ Always been a night owl “

Okay , I atleast told him one thing fully without strings attached , she smiled while thinking .

“ Good , Anything else I should know about you ? “

“ Hmmmm …… I have got WORLD CLASS people skills “ , she said with a proud smile .

“ Oh , really ? “ he asked with questioning eyes .

“ I was voted ‘ most likable ‘ in my high school class . Also ‘ most popular ‘ and ‘ best smile ‘ . Technichally you are not supposed to win in multiple categories , but I was able to persuade them . And also the cherry on the top I was the PROM QUEEN “ , she stated out all of her achievements proudly and remembered how happy and proud her father was to see her that day . She and her brothers has always been the brightest in the whole family , anyways. Suddenly feeling nostalgic and tears building in her eyes she averted her gaze on the floor.

“ Thus proving your point “ said a grinning and impressed Adrian , but he saw a glint of sadness in her eyes and he doubted that he saw tears too , and was unable to understand why counting her proud moments made her sad .

“ exactly” Amy said after controlling her emotions and forcing a smile.

“ one more question “ Adrian leaned forward hands folded on the table and with an intense expression , told her the story of a man who got a genie lamp and destroyed everything , and then finally asked her about what should his final wish should be .

“I think his final wish should be to undo his first two wishes “ she said after thinking for a while .

“because ?” Adrian asked curious to know her theory .

“ because he already had everything he could ask for a family and many friends …what could he ask for more it was more than enough …all he wanted or ever needed was right there in front of him …this is a story of temptation and greed …he should have never played this game …all now he can do is making things as they were before “

Her answer was something totally honest … Adrian glanced at her and then noticed how true each and every word was . she was not only beautiful but also quite intelligent …in true sense beauty with brains.

She was quite interesting too …Adrian personally never saw such a person in his entire life … and he needed to know her …he knew that it is a huge risk and a mistake but he already did that when he decided to interview her himself …now he couldn’t resist her … so then he does the only thing he could do …he knew that Nicole will be a big trouble after this but guess he was okay with that if it was what would keep this girl around .

Then he grins brightly at Amy and says

“ You’re hired “

“wait what ? …seriously “ Amy asked with wide eyes , she was surprised , how in world is it possible that someone gets hired so fast …this was weird to her … but of course she was happy .

Adrian left an inside giggle watching her surprised reaction …she looked adorable with those wide eyes …his smile grew even wider … and he extends his hand …which obviously she took .

‘ oh my god …his skin is impossibly smooth…and hold so firm …wow he is really handso-……no no no …stop brain stop thinking …no eyes …don’t look in his eyes for too long … fuck …, I am a disaster …stop cheeks don’t turn red …god please ‘ she thought .

Good god if god wanted to kill her please kill her in this exact moment …someone save her from this embarrassment …she was a disaster with wide eyes blushing cheeks …FUCK.

Adrian saw her flustered reaction which was by far the cutest thing he saw in his life … his vampire senses made her blushing cheeks clearly visible …the dark pink tint on her cheek made her impossibly adorable.

“welcome to Raines Corporation “ , he said with a bright smile

They made eye contact for just moment but everything stood still for that particular moment …it was mesmerising .

In that moment Adrian didn’t knew about Amy but he knew that they were going to go a long way .

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The pain she left behind

Title: The pain she left behind

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader, Sam x Platonic!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Jack x Platonic!Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: language, character death, grieveing, Dean crying, angst, death, a little bit of explicit content,  violence, fluff, spoilers s14

Prompt 1: Loving me is a death sentence.

Prompt 2: We found each other. That’s all that matters.

A/N: This is my enterance for SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge. I don’t usually write and all that, but I wanted to try something new and I don’t know... I tried my best, I hope you enjoyed it!

Tag: @supernatural-jackles

Something Dean has told himself and everyone around when they asked, is that he doesn’t need that in his life. He doesn’t need love, he doesn’t need to find a girl; he tried that before and it didn’t work out. But what he needs is to have his mind clear, focused on cleaning America from monsters, he needs to keep his family safe. But he failed, he met you and all his life was turned upside down. And sometimes he regrets the day they met you, because now, you are just too hard to forget.

Laying on the kitchen floor, heavily breathing from the enormous weight that’s pressing on his chest, Dean’s playing with a bottle of beer, switching it annoyingly from one hand to another over and over again, just as you’re switching in his head, from one memory to one another. He locked himself in his room for the past 3 days, binge watching some random horror movies wanting to wash away the need to cry, to scream, and beg God to bring you back to him, but it was pointless, he still cried himself to sleep. So he decided it’s time for something stronger; he needs to be back in tracks as soon as possible and be ready to fight the monster that took you away, there’s no time to grieve.

“Dean!” Sam yelled his name again while descending the stairs to the kitchen, abruptly snapping him from his memories of you.

He refuses to answer, he refuses to talk to anyone and Sam understands it, because he feels the empty space you left in their lives too, but he’s maybe more afraid than Dean to show it. Sam wants to be strong for his brother, he wants to be there for him, especially these days. Only the third time after hearing his name, Dean bothered to look up at his younger brother and allow him to see all the broken pieces of his heart spread all over the place.    

“Sammy, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” Dean’s voice is rough and shaky, tears threatening to burst in any moment and Dean’s aware that he’s going to lose it soon, but still hoping that Sam will not be around.    

“Dean, you have to – “

“I don’t have to do anything today.” He raised his index finger and stopped Sam, then he pointed to the fridge: “Now pass me another beer and leave.”

Sam did so and Dean thanked him with just a movement of his head, before turning his attention to the abandoned metallic box full of memories from his lap. A bunch of photos with Sammy, some with his mom and dad, few with his friends that soon became family, and even fewer with you. Dean doesn’t like photos that much, he’s not that kind of guy who’d let himself be photographed everywhere and every time, but now he wishes he was that kind and wishes he’d have done a lot more photos beside you. There are only six instant photos of you, with a red ribbon wrapped around them; six, one for every anniversary and one from the first proper Christmas the Winchesters ever had.

He’d have wanted to be that stupid kind of men and take photos of you everywhere: in your favourite pyjamas, curled up in a chair from the library with a leg under you, so deeply focused in research, trying so hard to fit in with his life; standing in front of a pan in the mornings when Sam would be out of town, only in your beautiful underwear, moving your hips while making breakfast for him; curled up in a soft, warm blanket on a chair, sound asleep far too many hours before Sam and Dean would come home after so many weeks of being away.

“Dean!”  

“Dean!”

You jumped from one of the chairs on the war room at the sound of the bunker’s door loudly opening. You almost caught roots on that place waiting for Dean and Sam to show up. You woke up alone this morning, no sight of any of the brothers or your angelic friend so you waited and waited before panic started to grow inside of you. You prayed to Cas and asked him if something happened, you started to pace around the war room when no answer was coming and then you sat on that chair and wondered what the hell happened with everyone. Bad scenarios running through that beautiful mind of yours and you were preparing for the worst.

But you were never prepared for what entered that door; Sam, Dean and Cas were fighting over heels to carry a giant fir tree, you could bet it is even taller than Sam. Your jaw dropped at the sight of Dean, all covered in snow and sweat beads painting his forehead, trying his best not to drop the lower part of the tree.

“What happened? Are you ok? How hard did Sam hit you in the head?” You tried to hide the fact that you were scared as hell with a sarcastic tone, and thankfully Dean bite it, but Cas not so much, because he was throwing you Cas-type of awkward glances.

Dean always rejected the idea of having a proper and normal holiday celebration so as you skipped Halloween, again, you pleaded and pleaded, every night and every day to celebrate at least Christmas, your favourite holiday. But a week or two ago, you gave up when you saw you were getting not even a negative response to your question.

Library was transformed and instead of two big and cold tables with some uncomfortable chairs around, there was a long table decorated with two beautiful candlesticks and little angels and snowflakes. The dish was prepared by Dean with a little help from you, and all around the bunker were hanged beautiful lights, some Santa figurines and angels. Christmas tree was decorated by you and Dean who got involved in this holiday celebration thing more than you even expected.

Sitting around the Christmas tree, after everybody praised the food, you were smiling proudly to have these special people around you. Jody, Donna, Claire, Alex, Patience and Kaia are your second family, and every time Sam and Dean would leave for a serious case, they’d prefer you to stay with the girls. Not because they don’t trust you, just because they’d be more peacefully than knowing you home alone so many days in the bunker. You and Alex became very good friends especially because none of you is hunting. Your boyfriend wants to keep you out of this life as much as possible and is trying to make everything as normal as he can.

Dean ripped you from your thoughts when he wrapped his hand around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. You smiled at him excitedly and then exchanged presents with the girls. Then you gave Jack his present, a blue sweater to match yours, and he sadly looked at you. You panicked a little when you saw his face and your body strained, catching Dean’s attention.

“Why are you sad? You don’t like it?” you asked Jack.

“No,no! I love it!” he immediately said, stopping you from making films inside your head. “But I didn’t know we were buying each other gifts. I thought only Dean was supposed to buy you a present, because he’s your boyfriend.”

“Oh, so Dean bought me a present, huh?” you turned to look at your boyfriend and showed him your most beautiful and mischievous smile. “Sam, you really should tell me with what you hit him in the head because it may use me too in the future.”

Everyone laughed at your joke and Dean could swear he had never seen you so happy in his life. He knows Christmas is your favourite holiday and he and Sam were always preoccupied with hunting and saving the world to even think about these holidays, but you understood and never complained. You anyway got to celebrate it at Jody’s place, so you never said anything to Dean, mostly because it was pointless; you loved Dean so much and you accepted him as he is, you accepted his life and embraced it, though he kept you at a secure distance from his life, especially to protect you, and offered you a life as normal as possible, but it was impossible after a certain point ...

Sam watched Dean from distance as he flipped through the Polaroids, with tears cascading on his cheeks, knotting under his chin and loud sobs shaking his body in pain. It breaks Sam’s heart, but he needs it, he needs to cry, to express his feelings, to get it over his chest, even for a moment.

Jack accompanied Sam and Cas and watched over Dean, but they stopped themselves to intervene when a bottle of beer loudly crashed on the floor and wetted everything around. All three of them startled when the sound reached their ears, but they stood still.

It was odd for Dean to break like that in a place where anyone could enter any moment, but nothing was normal anymore, it wasn’t normal for him to lose like that the love of his life, so he allowed himself to do all sorts of strange things in order to calm down even for a second.

“Deano!” you giggled happily in his ear as your body embraced him from behind, your naked body combined with his, just as clothless as yours. It is barely eight and he would probably curse for the rest of the morning if your plan on waking him up will work. It is your fifth anniversary and after long and deep talks with Sam, you decided it’s time to do a little more today.

After you prepared your special breakfast while Sam was leaning on the kitchen counter giving you small advices here and there, he decided to leave you two alone, teasing you, saying you can be as noisy as you please.  

You leaned over him and pressed your lips on his back, chaotically tracing kissed all over his shoulders and going up to his neck and cheeks and then right back from the beginning. Leaving wet spots all over his body, Dean rolled on his back, making you to fall on top of him, your breasts pressing firmly on his chest.

“Well, that is a very interesting way to wake me up, sweetheart.” Dean yawned and looked at you first only with his right eye, then with his left one, finding it very hard to keep them both open.  

You are a simple couple, but more like an old married couple who just puzzle up one another like you’ve known each other for your whole lives. Dean and you as well are not the kind to celebrate and do big stuff about it, just cooking together a breakfast, finally making time for you in such a long time and mostly spending the day together, talking and fixing the problems that you encountered on the way. You are just communicating, that’s your celebration. And this is all you need. But this morning, Dean felt it’s going be a little different. He can smell the breakfast already cooked and he frowned at the smell of fresh, hot coffee.

He kissed you with love, cupping your cheek and rubbing his finger over it, as he always does when he wants to melt your heart, because he knows your weaknesses so well. You cuddle in a little more before you decided to get out of bed and eat your breakfast, stalling a bit to telling one more time – or ten more times – how much you love each other.

“I wanted to spoil you today.” You told him as you put your underwear on and wrapped the red satin robe, the one Dean loves, around your body.

“You know what –“ Dean begins, chewing loudly his bacon. “I’ve been thinking –“ he stops again, sipping his coffee, giving you appreciative sounds as in he’s enjoying very much the coffee you made.

“Oh, no! Always ends bad when you’re thinking.” You teased him and laughed so hard when he gives you the Winchester bitch face. “Ok, we are serious this morning. I’m listening.”

“I was thinking... maybe we should get married.” He says.

Your heart stops at the sound of his words and you almost choke with coffee, slightly coughing to get lost the lump that formed in your throat. You dreamed of marrying Dean from the first moments when you met him. He’s exactly what you’re looking for in a man, he is smart, funny and you can feel his love for you, though he doesn’t show it that much. You love him terribly much and never crossed your mind that this day would come, despite the fact you wanted it so bad. You understand that his life is dangerous, complicated and he doesn’t have time for this kind of things in the first place. You never thought about changing a thing about him or his life and never said anything, because nothing bothered you in the first place. Dean loves you, Dean treats you so right and protects you that you never needed anything and accepted him with his good and a little less good things without questioning, because it is a part of loving.

You adore him with every inch of your being, and the fact that he thought about marring you shocked you, that for the first time, you couldn’t get the words find your mouth. He looked at you, still chewing his food, but he had more of a worried look.

“Ar-are you sure?” you asked and he grabbed your hand over the table and caressed your soft skin.

“Yes, I am a hundred percent sure.” He frowned a little before he continued: “You?”

“Yes!” you immediately responded, leaving no place for any other thoughts. “Yes, I want to marry you, Dean Winchester.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He chuckled and pressed his lips over yours, and then over your forehead. “I discussed with my mom about it, when she was around... She gave me her ring.”

He excitedly bit his bottom lip and then he told you to wait for him, just rising his index finger and then hurried over your bedroom. You smiled like a fool and your stomach flipped almost painfully just at the thought that he discussed this with his mother, especially knowing how important his mother was.  

He came back too soon and ripped out of your thoughts and he shyly asked for your hand. Dean placed the ring on your ring finger and you kissed him so many times, as he dragged you on his lap.

You planned your wedding to be something simple, just a dinner with some friends at the bunker, but soon enough, it turned out to be a dinner with all of your friends at the bunker. You are wearing a simple white casual dress and Dean is wearing his FBI costume, nothing fancy, because fancy was never the Winchester style.

“I am not good at words, especially not at speeches.” He paused a little and everyone laughed. “But I need to say that I love you to death, Y/n Winchester! And I am so grateful that we found each other, that’s all that matters. “

“I love you to death, Dean Winchester!”

And you indeed loved him to death.

In Dean’s head was repeating over and over again the way your body collapsed into the ground, as the last tears fell onto your cheeks when your eyes shut closed. Dean could imagine only a quarter of the pain you left the world with, but he never understood your enormous love for him, not even in your last moments when you looked at him and told him how much you love him.

As Chuck paced the grass and waited, you stand still as you had the gun He gave to you pointed at Jack. The nephilim is dangerous, he is a monster and must be stopped.

“Y/n!” Sam and Dean shouted as they came running towards you. “Y/n, no!”

“I understand...” Jack said, looking up to you from where he stayed on his knees, Sam and Dean calling your name in the background. “I know what I’ve done.”

“No, no, no, no! Y/n!” your husband came running to you, but he stopped as he heared your voice:

“Stay back, Dean!” you said, looking at Jack.

“And you were right, all along. I am a monster.” Jack said.

“Do something!” Dean told Chuck, but he frowned when He shushed him. “Are you enjoying this?”

You took the safety off as you overheard their conversation and looked at Jack one more time; he was standing in his knees in front of you, with his hands folded on his lap, looking innocently at you. He is just a kid, he’s no monster. You frowned; all of this is just Chuck’s plan. You put the safety back on and lowered the gun, throwing it away on the grass.  

“No,no! Pick it up!” Chuck said and approached the two of you and Jack looked at him with a frowning painted on his face. “Pick it up! This isn’t how the story is suppose to end!”

“The story?” Castiel asked.

“Look at the Gathering Storm, the gun... this is epic!”

“Wait what are you saying?” Dean asked Chuck, moving his sight from you to Him.

“He’s saying that he’s been playing us...” Sam responded and Chuck sighs “...this whole time.”

“Come on – “ Chuck started but he’s been interrupted by Sam:

“Our entire lives... mom, dad, everything. This is all you, because... you wrote it all, right? Because... because, what? Because we’re your favourite show? Because we’re part of your story?”

“Y/n, no offense, but your brother-in-law is stupid and crazy. This kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun.” You looked at the gun but didn’t make any move. “Pick is up. Pull the trigger. And I’ll bring her back. I’ll bring Mary back.”

Everyone’s faces fell contemplatively, and you really thought about it as a possibility. Jack moved his looking to you and tried to understand what were you thinking.

“No!” Dean responded immediately.

“I’m not talking to you, Dean. I know how much you want this for Dean, because you love him so much and you want him to be happy and all crap. So pull the trigger and I’ll bring her back.”

“No.” You said and Chuck frowned.

“My mom was my hero, and I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this, she would not want this for Y/n. She wouldn’t want for her to have her hands stained with innocent blood and live with the thought of killing someone innocent, someone she loves so much, for the rest of her life. And it’s not like you even really care, ‘cause Sam’s right. The Apocalypse, Lucifer and Michael, you knew everything that was going on. So why the games, Chuck? Huh? Why don’t you just snap your fingers and end it?”

”Look...” Chuck started, but he was again stopped by Sam.

“And every other bad thing we’ve been killing, or dying over...” he scoffed. “Where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer? So we can do this over and over and over again? Fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me!”

“Y/n, don’t do this – “ Chuck said, but no one let Him finish one sentence.

“No, we’re done talking. ’Cause this... this isn’t just a story... it’s our lives! Leave my wife alone. So God or no God, go to hell!” Dean said, both of the Winchesters having their serious faces put on, while chuck smiled mischievously in the corner of the lips.

“Have it your way!” He said, then snapping his fingers.

Everybody watched as your body collapsed lifelessly into the ground, and Dean shouted your name, but the pain was too deafening. Everyone was shocked, and Sam reacted as adrenaline was pumping in his body. He picked up the gun and drunken in pain, he shot Chuck in order to kill, for you, for his best friend. Unfortunately, he shot God in shoulder, and Sam as well felt a killing pain in his shoulder.

Dean cried his pain out of his body, his soul and he tried to cry you out of his mind too, but it was too hard. He tried to erase that hurtful memory of you, but it just wouldn’t get off, it would play over and over again, just to kill him slowly and slowly every second. He broke down one more time, loudly sobbing and frantically shaking his body.

Sam ran towards him and crashed beside him, Sam as well having tears staining his cheeks at the sight of his big brother broken like this. There were too many bottles of beer drunk and Dean was not feeling alright at all. Sam’s arms moved around Dean’s body and embraced him, trying not to let him broke into pieces.  

“It’s alright, Dean! I’m here. I’m here, Dean!” Sam shushed him and tried to keep him from shaking.

“Everyone around me is getting hurt and they are dying, Sammy. Loving me is a death sentence, Sammy.”

“Dean... listen to me!” Sam cupped his cheeks and moved his head from his shoulder so that he can look into Dean’s eyes. “Dean, look at me. I love you and I’m not going anywhere, alright? Y/n loves you from a better place, alright? I bet you’re gonna get into the same heaven someday, alright?” Dean slowly nodded his head and looked at Sam between the eyelashes, finally he stopped crying. “Let’s go get your strength back and we’re going to kill that son of a bitch, alright?” Dean nodded again and let Sam put him to bed, hoping maybe it will hurt less tomorrow.

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Moonlit Masquerade: White & Red pt 2 (Final)

Ghouls and Gowns.

It was probably the nicest formal dress shop in all The Boiling Isles, and Amity had always imagined getting her wedding dress from this shop since she was a child, since before she had even met Luz. It was well known for it’s one of a kind garments, but they booked appointments for fittings out months in advance, sometimes even a year. Getting in with less than six months' notice was an impossible task, so maybe Amity had flexed her status and reputation a little to get such a short notice reservation, she wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, especially Luz.

Willow, Emira, and Viney were waiting outside the shop when they arrived.

“Hey, Mittens!” Her sister grinned at her as they approached. “Eda, Ms. Noceda.” she nodded, smiling at the older two women.

"Hello, girls." Camila smiled at them.

"Thanks for coming." Amity smiled at the three.

“As if I’d let you do this without me.” Emira smiles at her.

"Of course!" Willow smiled.

"Wouldn't miss it," Viney agreed with a grin, crossing her arms.

"Well, we gonna do this or what?" Eda asked.

"Yeah, let's go." Amity nodded, rolling her eyes at the older, wild witch as they went into the shop.

The room was large and spacious with a few white couches arranged into a semi-circle around a raised platform with a half-circle of full-length mirrors and row upon row of dresses in every size, style, and color one could imagine.

"Ahh, Miss. Blight, you're right on time.” The well-dressed clerk with long, straight black hair clapped her hands together and smiled at them. “Feel free to walk around and pick out anything you’d like and try on, and don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” she nodded as they split up and wandered through the aisles.

“Any preferences Amity?” Willow asked, her voice carried over the racks.

“Not really… I kind of just hope I’ll know it when I see it I suppose...”

“I don’t even remember what I was wearing when I got married…” Eda’s voice calls from somewhere behind her.

“You were married?!” The younger witches shout and Eda’s chuckle comes from somewhere in the store.

“Just for twelve hours, give or take. Sometimes you have to go that extra mile for the scam.”

Amity rolled her eyes and shook her head at the woman Luz had chosen as a second mother and would be her second mother-in-law.

“Well, why don’t we pick out some options for you to try on?” Her sister’s voice sounds from somewhere off to her left among the clothes.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Amity called as she wandered up and down the aisles, it’s a little overwhelming, honestly.

This is, so far, the only thing she and Luz hadn’t decided on together. They’d picked a date, a place, a time, and already sent out invitations to everyone that really mattered to them as well as arranged for the food and cake at the after-party. It was all fairly simple as far as weddings went, neither had any interest in a big, extravagant event.

She felt a twinge in her chest. It had been well over two months and she still hadn’t heard from her father. She did her best to shove down the hurt feelings, she knew it was a high possibility that he might not come, but she had really hoped he would. She shook her head, she was shopping for her wedding dress, now was not the time to be sad, she should be happy, and she was, but there was still a twinge of sadness beneath, thinking that both her parents had all but abandoned her. She shook herself off and focused on the task at hand.

She picked a few dresses off the racks that she rather liked and met them back in front of the changing room and piled their suggestions into Amity’s arms. Her knees strained under the weight of the material, but she managed to get them back inside the dressing room. The first dress in the pile was a short, white, sheath dress, Amity wasn’t sure how she felt about it as she looked at herself in the mirror, but since it was on she may as well see what the others thought.

“I can’t believe it’s just two months away.” Willow clapped her hands together.

“Seems like just yesterday Luz was denying she even had a crush on Amity and having a conniption in the living room.” Eda chuckled wistfully. “Now they’re getting hitched.”

“When are you going to propose?” Emira huffed, crossing her arms and glancing sideways at her girlfriend who blinked owlishly at her.

“Uh....” Viney is saved by Amity coming out of the dressing room and quickly garnering all of Emira’s, and everyone else’s attention.

“What do you all think?” Amity asked, stepping out.

“It’s cute, but I don't think that’s really what you’re going for for your wedding.” Emira cocked her head.

“It’s pretty,” Willow agreed. “Maybe a little on the short side, you are pretty tall.” Willow smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t love how short it is…,” she mumbled, smoothing her hands over the stiff material.

“Luz might…,” Viney chuckled, and Amity pinked.

“Well, the color is fairly traditional…,” Camila threw in her own two cents, and can immediately tell by the confused faces the witches make that a white wedding dress isn’t something they do.

“Is white an important color in human weddings?” Willow looks at her curiously.

“Important? No, but in the human world many cultures have brides wear white, though it’s more of an old tradition, it was a way to signify their virginity.” The assembled witches are looking at her strangely.

“Why?” Viney’s face is scrunched up in confusion at such a strange and frankly, embarrassing concept.

Camila pauses a second, trying to figure out how to explain old cultural traditions to people who have very different traditions and values of their own.

“In most cultures, you aren’t meant to have sex before marriage and the white dress was a way of telling your future husband you hadn’t,” is the simplest way she can think to explain it.

“So white’s out then,” Emira grins wickedly, looking at Amity, who shoots her a withering look, if there is one thing she doesn’t want to talk about in front of her future mother-in-law, it’s having sex with her daughter.

“Definitely out,” Eda chimes in, looking tired at the very thought and Amity slaps a hand to her face.

“It’s really just worn more for the sake of tradition now, you should pick whatever color you like, Cariño.” Camila frowns, she also does not want to talk about this. She’ll always think of Luz as her baby and she does not want to talk about her in any kind of passionate embrace with the young woman in front of her, or anyone really.

“Moving on,” Amity snaps when her sister starts to open her mouth again, a grin on her face. Emira pouts as Amity disappears back into the changing room and sets aside all the white dresses that have been hung up. She’s not going to have this conversation again.

They go through a few more but Amity just can’t see herself getting married in them. She looks through them before deciding to try the last of her own picks but quickly spots a problem.

“Willow, can you come help me?” she calls and within a few seconds, Willow was popping her head in the dressing room.

“Whatcha need?”

A few minutes after Willow disappears into the dressing room she comes back out, smiling giddily before Amity comes out behind her, and Emira gasps, as Eda lets out a low whistle.

"Oh, wow." Viney blinks and Camila can't help but think how incredibly lucky her daughter is.

It's long, stretching down to just above her ankles and in that dark shade of magenta Amity is known for, all save the sleeves and shoulders that stretched from the back of her hands up to the sides of her neck in black lace, strewn with floral patterns. She catches sight of herself in the mirror and can’t help but smile to herself. She likes the way it feels and looks on her skin.

“What do you think?” Amity turns to look at them, doing a little spin, making the skirt flutter.

“Oh, I love it! The lacing in the back is cute too!” Emira gushes, looking at the dark lace that intricately zigzags across the small of her back, cinching it closed.

"It's beautiful." Willow clapped her hands and Viney nodded in agreement.

"You look wonderful, Cariño.”

“Yeah, the kid might just die when she sees you…,” Eda chuckled approvingly.

“But, do you like it?” Viney asks and Amity smiles brightly to herself as she looks in the mirror and everyone can see it in the reflection. It's obvious to all of them that Amity loves the dress if that smile on her lips is anything to go by.

“Yeah, I love this one.” she nods, trying not to let the stinging of her eyes turn to tears.

“Sounds like we got a winner to me.” Eda clapped her hands and stood from the couch.

“Yes, this is the one.” she smiled and turned to face them and the front of the shop. “I think…” There's a flash of white out of the corner of her eye and her head whips up and standing outside the glass are five figures in familiar off white cloaks and gray masks, gloved hands raised. She barely has enough time to whip up a hand, spell circle blazing to life and then there's a loud blast and the front windows explode in a shower of shattered glass and flames

Magic flies through the air into the street and people start screaming.

~ ~

Luz hummed to herself, quickly filling orders and trading them for snails while Calliban laid around her neck dozing, his flickering tail tickling her ear. Mochuelo had grown bored of the market and returned to his staff, holstered safely across her back.

The buzzing is still a quiet constant, but she manages to drown it out, for the most part, keeping herself busy, hocking potions to every passerby with an enthusiasm that would make a car salesman green with envy.

It was busier earlier but the market has thinned some now and Luz is leaning on her stand, chin in one hand and scratching Calliban's head with the other as he growled contentedly. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, picking up an elixir and rolling the round bottle around in her palm, trying to still her anxious energy. The market is quiet today until it isn’t.

It was faint at first, a dull, distant noise. She didn't notice till a sudden stampede of people were running past her stand screaming and shouting that a group of loyalists were attacking the garment district of the market. Luz froze and the potion held in her hand fell from her limp grip, shattering as it hit the ground at her feet. Her whole body starts to seize up as cold dread spreads through her.

The constant, nagging anxiousness that had been whispering at the back of her mind all day comes roaring to the forefront, unable to be ignored and Luz is flooded with panic, all she could think of was the last time she had stood in this market during a similar situation; panic and bedlam erupting around her.

Suddenly she’s there again.

The market is in flames and people are screaming as they run past her, smashing into her shoulders and stampeding all over each other in their panic, trying to escape imminent death in the approaching legion of white-cloaked loyalists that are systematically making their way through the district, killing anyone who does not kneel or run.

There are at least a hundred of them marching down the main aisle of the market, tearing the stands apart and burning them down as they execute anyone who tries to stop them. They aren’t looking for anything or even stealing, they’re just destroying.

There are too many people for her to fire off any spells and more importantly, somewhere beyond the line of approaching loyalists, was Amity, she’d been meeting a contact, alone, and is now behind the enemy line, and panic wells up in her, threatening to overflow. She takes off running and jumps on her staff, flying overhead, dodging and spinning through the sky as the air fills with shots of fire and loud crackling bolts of lightning that make her hair stand on end as they strike to close for comfort through the air near her head. She manages to get past the advancing force and behind them are stragglers, still destroying the market and blasting holes in the permanent buildings and another emotion rises up to join her panic. That’s one thing about the war that Luz had never expected to bring out in her: hot, indignant, frothing rage.

Belos would rather destroy the Isles than lose his Iron grip on them, and now that they had pushed his forces back to the chest, he was doing just that. How many innocent witches, adults, and children had she seen slaughtered without a second thought by those wearing the off-white cloaks and gray masks? Too many to ever forget or to forgive, but right now, she can’t stop the bedlam going on below, to try would be suicide by herself, and it kills her inside to do nothing, but the best she can hope for is to find Amity and get out of here to muster their forces waiting to the south where they had been preparing to storm the castle for the last two weeks.

She has to find her, quickly, they were less conspicuous apart so Luz had walked around the market while Amity went to meet their contact from the castle near the entrance to the night market, now as she flew over the market, eyes desperately moving over all the people running panicked through the market, flames, and smoke obscuring her sight, she wished she had insisted that she stay with her.

Her teeth grit together as her eyes flicker from one gruesome section of the market to the next. Bodies are lying in the streets like bits of discarded trash and the stands and tents are burning like dry kindling, their crackling and popping fires fueled by spiteful magic, accompanied by a chorus of screams that thumps in her ears, a high pitched concerto in this death song. It’s not the first time she’s heard it, and it probably won’t be the last. Her eyes water from the smoke as she flies over the market, searching.

“Where are you, where are you, where are you!?” Is her one screaming thought as her heart pounds in her chest.

Suddenly, near the entrance to the night market, her eyes fall on a shakingly standing figure with bright, dual-colored hair but all Luz can see is the bright crimson staining her white cloak as a squadron of loyalists closes in on her.

She doesn’t feel her mouth open or even recognizes the screaming voice that rips out of her own throat.

“Amity!”

Luz jerks suddenly, the buzzing has turned to loud static crackling across her body, shooting in electric bursts that make her twitch with pain as tense numbness that only makes her feel more panicked spreads through her body with cold dread. She can’t even feel Calliban rubbing himself against her neck, trying to quell the sudden panic he can feel radiating off her like the heat from the flames in her memories, feels the ghost of on her skin. Her heart is hammering in her ears and she grabs her staff off her back and jumps over the counter and is flying in the direction of the dress shop she knows Amity was going to. She has to see her, has to see with her own two eyes, know that’s she’s okay, has to, has to!

~ ~ ~

Amity scowled to herself as she ducked behind the overturned couch, spinning a circle and jumping up, flinging a wind spell that sent the group of loyalists stumbling backward as the gale-force winds pushed them back out toward the street, Viney, and Emira following up with a blast of fire, while vines have burst out of the ground to create a wall between them and their attackers.

“Loyalists!” Eda spat.

“What are they doing here?” Willow frowns, throwing out another vine at an approaching loyalist, flinging them across the room like a sack of meat, before they hit the wall with a bang and fall to the floor, unmoving.

“They want me if I had to guess,” Amity grits out between her teeth.

There are only six in the shop and three already lay motionless on the floor. When Belos had finally laid dead, those who had supported him scattered to the winds, the majority of people just gave up and moved on, accepting the new order, but some splinter groups remained loyal to the tyrant emperor, even in death.

Amity jumped up, sending an abomination leaping through the air to pounce on one, crushing him beneath its weight. His comrade being crushed to death distracts the fifth long enough for Eda to send a bolt of lightning flying straight into their chest with her staff.

“Still got it!” Eda grinned as the loyalist's body lay smoking on the ground. Camila gave her a look. “What?”

The shop quieted and slowly they moved out from behind Willow's barrier to inspect the damage.

Amity frowned, looking around, frantically, the rest of the girls are looking for anymore, it seems they got them all. They cautiously move around the shop, careful of the broken glass, furniture, and turned over wracks of formal wear that lay singed or in ashes on the floor, checking to make sure the loyalists laying on the floor are really dead or unconscious. Movement out of the corner of her eye makes Eda turn to look.

“On your six!” Eda shouts from the other side of the shop and they turn to find a last masked loyalist, as he jumped out from behind a display on the sidewalk outside the doors, dark red spell circle already completed and about to fire a spell right at Amity when a scream makes them and the loyalist turn to look, and suddenly Luz flies into sight and is still airborne when she rips her staff out from under her and whips it back, still flying through the air and swinging with all her might. A sickening crunch fills the air as her staff crashes into them and the loyalists’ mask goes flying, clattering to the ground with a splatter of blood as they’re flung back from the vicious blow and hit the ground in an unmoving heap. Luz stumbles as she hits the ground but stays standing, panting heavily, staff clutched tightly in her white-knuckled grip, and face pulled back in a manic snarl.

The women are frozen as they look at Luz

Camila’s mouth hangs open in horror, as it had been nearly since the attack had started, but especially now, as she looks at her baby, panting and standing hunched over the fallen attacker, trembling, and looking crazed.

Emira actually comes out of it first and is quickly shoving Amity into the dressing room, out of her fiancée's sight.

“Wha- Em! What are you doing!?” She shouts at her as she pushes her behind the door.

“She can’t see you in that before the wedding!” Emira reminds as she locks the door behind them.

“Is that really important right now?!” Amity yells at her sister.

“Change quickly!” Emira helps her quickly start unlacing the back.

“Kid, what are you doing here?” Eda calls as she quickly walks up to Luz and the second she turns to look at her, she knows Luz is only barely there. Her pupils are blown wide and she’s looking around frantically and not seeing her fiancée, which only makes the panic in her eyes double. Eda clenches her jaw, hissing expletives under her breath; she’s having an episode.

“Where’s Amity?!” Even if everyone hadn’t immediately seen the crazed look on her face, they hear the panic and alarm in her voice the second she speaks, as does Amity in the dressing room, and after how Luz had been this morning she knows exactly what is happening outside the dressing room.

“Hurry!” Amity barks at her sister who unlaces her as fast as her fingers can manage, swearing under her breath at the complicated backing.

“Stupid fucking lace!” Emira spits.

“Calm down, she’s fine, Luz, we promise,” Viney tries, scooting closer, slowly, she too knows what is happening and Luz is liable to bolt for the changing room, and while she doesn’t care one way or the other if Luz sees Amity in her dress, they don’t need her ripping the door off the hinges to a half-dressed or undressed Amity.

“No, No! I have to see her now, I have to!” She’s shaking her head and her eyes are starting to glaze over, body quaking with visible tremors.

“Luz, relax, Amity is fine, she’s just changing.” Willow holds up her hands as she carefully approaches her friend who is clearly having a panic attack. They all had seen it happen before, just after the war, just once, but it was enough to always remember, and Willow had her own specters from the war, after all. They all did and knew what behavior to look for, and right now, Luz was a glowing beacon of distress.

Wide, brown eyes whip to the changing room, and predictably, she bolts forward, so do Viney and Willow, grabbing her in their tight grips

Luz growls, immediately trying to break free, kicking and screaming and it’s all Willow and Viney can do to keep her still as her staff clatters to the floor as she pushes at their hands.

“Let go!” she snarls, she’s past hearing anything they say until she sees Amity with her own eyes, heart pounding in her ears. Nothing else will ease the hands of panic wrapped chokingly around her throat and dipping into her chest to squeeze her heart, threatening to pop it.

“Mija, it’s okay…!” Camila starts but Eda puts a hand on her shoulder and gives her a look she can’t really describe.

“She can’t hear you, she’s having an… episode,” Eda says quietly and Camila blinks.

“Episode?” Camila asks, eyes back on Luz, she holds her hands over her mouth as Luz thrashes wildly in Willow and Viney’s grasp. Eda scowls to herself, watching Luz panic in her friend’s grip, writhing and screaming. She’s seen Luz have episodes before, exactly twice since the war had ended, they had been hard to watch, but even by those standards, this one is bad. She’d already been feeling off this morning, but the attack from one of the remaining loyalist splinter groups had triggered an epic meltdown in the human.

Eda quietly explains this quickly to Camila who comes to a startling realization, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

“She has PTSD…,” Camila chokes, chest aching as her baby is still screaming and fighting against her closest friends who can barely contain her, they fear using magic to hold her will only make her thrash and fight harder, maybe hurt herself.

“Luz, please, it’s okay!” Willow clutches her friend tightly, she hurts for her, and Viney grimaces, arms looped through Luz’s while Willow clings to her waist as she bucks and strains against them.

“ARGHHH!” Luz threw her head back and the loud, high-pitched, wailing sound that rips out of her throat has no words, but the agony it carries is visceral and they can all feel it echo in the core of their beings. Inside the dressing room, Emira feels a cold chill go up her spine at the sound. Luz is howling as though someone has died and Amity is nearly in tears.

Finally, she turns and bursts out of the dressing room, Emira yelling back at her.

“Amity, your shirt!” she yells.

She ignores her and dashes around the corner, barefoot, and only half-dressed in her pants and bra. She was dressed enough, she couldn’t stand listening to Luz’s anguished wails that cut deep into her heart another second.

“Luz, it’s okay!” she hurried forward and the second Luz’s eyes land on her the fight drains out of her like rushing water. Viney and Willow step back as she launched herself at Amity, who grunts as her fiancée grabs her in a bone-crushing embrace. She can feel her whole body shaking

“You’re okay, you’re okay…,” Luz chokes on her gurgled words before she finally burst into tears, burying her face in Amity’s neck, wailing, her nails are digging painfully into the skin of Amity’s back but she barely notices it as she runs her fingers through Luz’s hair as her knees buckle and she carefully lowers Luz and herself both to the floor, mindful of the glass still scattered across the floor.

“I’m okay,” she whispers back softly, squeezing back. “It’s okay, love, everything is alright," she coos softly into her ear.

Emira comes out of the dressing room with the dress carefully folded and in its box and glanced worriedly at them as she walks past to the counter, the others join her, leaving the couple alone on the floor, trying hard to ignore the sounds of Luz’s muffled sobbing or Amity’s mumbled words of comfort.

“We’ll take this,” she tells the still cowering clerk behind the counter.

“You fought off the loyalists, just take it,” the witch insists, shoving it back to them.

"Amity won't want us to do that…," Willow says quietly, frowning.

"She won't complain this time," Eda decides for them, taking the box off the counter and walking out the door. "Come on, let's give the kids a few minutes."

They follow Eda out, Camila does so reluctantly, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter, curled up tightly in Amity’s arms on the floor.

“Everything is alright,” Amity mumbles, burying her face in her weeping lover’s hair, tears dripping down her own cheeks. “It's okay, Luz.” she shoves as much conviction into these words as possible, willing Luz to believe them.

It takes a good half hour before Luz can stop crying and squeezing Amity tightly against her. The panic that had choked her and clouded her mind has ebbed away, receding to the same quiet buzzing it had been before. She can feel Calliban still wrapped around her neck, his warm scaly body scrapes her neck as he moves, trying to comfort her.

She sniffles and takes a shaky breath.

“Mierda… I’m sorry,” she finally manages to say. “… people were running and screaming through the market and I...I...”

“Shhh, don’t be sorry,” Amity says, cutting her off gently as she cards her fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. “I know, I understand,” she feels Luz go limp against her before she pulled back to look at her and Amity reached up to wipe away the remains of any tears still sliding down Luz's flushed cheeks. “Are you okay enough to go home?” she asks and Luz lets out a shaky breath but nods.

“Yeah” she nodded.

“Good, I still need to finish getting dressed…” Amity tells her and Luz blinks, finally really looking at Amity and noticing her less than fully dressed state.

“¡Ay Dios mio! Lo siento mucho, Amor.” Luz grimaced, pulling her cloak off her shoulders with still shaky hands and draped it over Amity, who smiled softly at her.

"It's alright, Luz," she assured her as they stood and Amity disappeared back into the dressing room for a few minutes before coming back out fully dressed and Luz's cloak in hand.

She laid it back across her shoulders before meeting the others, still standing outside the shop.

"Hey, Kid. You okay?" Eda asked once they appeared.

"I'll be okay…just… sorry…" she gives a tired shrug. Now that the panicked energy has left her she's exhausted.

"Mija, why didn't you tell me you had PTSD?" Camila asks her, and Luz blinks.

"Oh… I never thought about it, yeah… I guess I do…" Luz frowned.

"What's PTSD?" Emira blinks.

Camila spends the next hour explaining to the witches what PTSD is and by the time the day is done, several of them leave knowing a little more about themselves now than they did before.

Emira and Viney leave on Puddles and Willow makes her own goodbyes as well, before leaving for home.

Eda takes Camila and the dress back to the house with promises to start on dinner.

Amity goes with Luz to pack up her stall in the market. She can tell that Luz is drained but she's also avoiding Amity's gaze, which makes her frown. She reached over and rubbed her arm.

"I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah… I just feel like I ruined your dress thing." Luz frowned and Amity's eyes widened.

"No, Luz, those loyalists did that, you didn't ruin anything." Amity takes hold of both her arms and forces her to face her.

"I don't think my showing up and acting like a lunatic helped things,” Luz grunted, eyes trained on the ground. That wouldn’t do. Amity reached up and gently took hold of her chin. Luz didn’t resist as she lifted her head to lock eyes with her.

“Hey, I understand, you know I do. That… panic just takes hold of you and it’s all you can do to hold yourself together, I get it. I feel that way some days too. When sounds are too loud and lights are too bright, it feels like you can’t breathe…,” she lets go of her chin to gently cup one of Luz’s warm cheeks. “I know, just like I know when I’m having those days you're there for me, and I'll be there for you. Today was hard, and some days will be, but it’s okay, we’ll get through them, together.” she smiled and Luz sighed heavily through her nose as she reached up to press her hand over hers and turned her head to press a kiss to Amity’s palm.

“Together,” Luz agreed.

They make quick work of closing up her stand and head home on Amity’s staff. Luz lays her head tiredly on Amity’s shoulder the whole way, arms wrapped around her waist, drawing comfort from the warm body pressed to hers.

They have dinner with her moms and Lilith, King doing a lot to lighten the mood when he climbs on the table and tries to steal food from Eda’s plate, triggering a massive food fight before Amity takes Camila back through the portal, while Luz sits tiredly on the couch.

“You doing okay, Kid?” Eda plops down next to her and Luz sighs.

“I guess, just tired, and I feel like I made a fool of myself in front of everyone today,” she grumbled.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, everyone understands, especially after Cam explained the whole PTSD thing, honestly, I think most people that fought in the war got a little of it, I know sometimes Lily is kind of tense...er than usual anyway. You and Amity, you did a lot of fighting, saw a lot of tough stuff. I’d be more concerned if you two weren’t affected. I mean, you two were the ones that killed Belos too.”

Luz flinched at that, eyes squeezing shut

“I don’t want to talk about that today.” Luz turned her head away and Eda frowned but nodded to herself.

“Sure, Kid.”

“Also, since when did Mami become ‘Cam’?” Luz turned back to face her, brow cocked and Eda grinned.

“We've been talking.” she shrugged. Luz wasn’t sure she liked the way Eda was grinning about that. She was ecstatic they were getting along, but maybe better than she had anticipated.

“About what?”

“All kinds of stuff, mostly you, but lots of stuff, see?” she pointed to the family photo wall and for the first time, Luz noticed some new additions and groaned when her eyes fell on a slew of her baby photos that had definitely not been there before.

“She’s been coming to have tea time with me and Lily, we trade photos.” Eda grinned.

“Of course she has,” luz groaned and Eda cackled. “I’m gonna go lay down,” Luz mumbled, hauling herself to her feet. “Night.” she waved as she climbed the stairs.

“Night, Kid.”

It’s all luz can do to kick off her shoes and lay her staff and pouches on the desk before flopping back into bed with a sigh, eyes closed.

She’s not sure how long she lays there but after a while, she hears the bedroom door open and closes softly, followed by light, quiet steps she’d recognize anywhere. She listens to Amity move about their bedroom quietly for a few minutes before the bed dips and she slots herself against Luz’s side, arm draped over her waist and head on her shoulder.

“Are you awake?” is the quiet question and Luz hums affirmatively.

“Just trying to relax…,” she mumbled with a sigh.

“Maybe I can help…” is the quiet, lilted reply and Luz can’t help but laugh, eyes opening as she turned on her side to face Amity, brown meeting gold.

“Tempting, but I don’t have it in me tonight.” she grinned and Amity grins back at her and shrugs.

“Thought I’d offer.”

Luz chuckled and pulled her closer, foreheads touching.

“This is fine,” she murmurs, eyes closing again. Amity hums against her and they lay there quietly for a while. The buzzing has finally quieted, leaving her in wonderful, blissful silence, muscles finally full relaxing.

Till a quiet tapping makes her eyes pop open to stare into Amity’s, gold eyes silently telling her that she hears it too.

Luz props herself up on one arm and looks around their room, the tapping starts again and she catches a tiny shadow outside the window through the stained glass.

She growls, eyes narrowing but then Amity raises a finger and casts a spell circle, the window swings open, and sitting on the windowsill is a snake.

A dark purple and black cobra with gold eyes and Amity sat up immediately.

“A snake?” Luz blinks as it slithers into the room, a rolled-up piece of parchment held in its curled tail.

“It’s Thrasus... my dad’s palisman…,” Amity mumbled, reaching down to let the cobra slither up her arm, it looked at her expectantly and she ran a finger over his smooth, scaled head before taking the paper held in his tail.

“What’s it say?” Luz leaned in over her shoulder to see the paper.

Amity bit her lip, eyes scanning the paper quickly as her eyes glazed over.

“He’s coming…,” she mumbled after a moment. “He’s coming to the wedding.” she smiled to herself and Luz squeezed her shoulders.

“That’s great, mi amor!” Luz grinned.

“Yeah…,” Amity mumbled, still smiling to herself.

“...We should sit him next to mom..” Luz laughed after a moment and Amity snorted, turning to smack her with the paper.

“Titan, no!” she laughed.

[aliendes]

Natural Borns - Chapter 8

Banner by @thebannershop​

Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, smut (NSFW) *this chapter is SFW

Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual)

Warnings: cursing, mxm hints, anxiety and panic, overall sad bois, finally some kissing, but that’s it.

Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it?

Word count: 5.2k~

A/N: I’m sorry for the shit chapter.

He didn’t even have a chance to tell you before you left the warehouse earlier, despite how badly he had wanted to, and now he has to deal with the possibility that he’s lost both of you. 

Crunching leaves, wet foot steps, and falling rain whizzing by your face was all you heard. You were hyper focused on looking ahead of you, not risking looking at your feet, or behind you, as you and Jungkook ran as fast as you could away from Jimin and Teahyung’s location. The warmth of Jungkook’s hand in your own helped ground you and that mixed with the heavy pounding of your own heart momentarily stopped the tears from falling. Though at that point, you couldn’t tell the difference between the rain and the tears, together becoming a wet mixture on your face. 

The sounds of the forest were starting to close in on you as the two of you sprinted through what seemed like an endless sea of trees and shrubbery. Dripping water as the rain picked up, the hum of insects that were just beginning to wake up, the rustling of leaves and twigs on the forest floor, were all way too loud mixed with the sound of yours and Jungkook’s heavy breathing. You could feel your chest start to tighten. You clench your teeth, lips slightly parted, as you squeeze Jungkook’s hand even tighter. If he feels your oncoming panic, he doesn’t mention it, instead pulling you harder to the right, veering off your initial path and towards a clearing in the trees. 

Once you made it past a large cluster of trees, you broke into an open meadow where the rain was even louder than before. It sounded like you were in a tin can, rain echoing off all sides of you. When the two of you made it to the center of the clearing, you both came to an abrupt stop, spinning around, hands still clasped together, as you searched the dark tree line for danger. The sound of the rain hitting the ground around you was deafening, like a white noise rattling inside your head as your eyes searched for someone, something that was following you. You had no idea if anything actually was following you, but this open field offered you a perfect opportunity to search your surroundings. When you couldn’t find anything lurking in the shadows, you started to calm as you looked up at the young man standing with his back against yours, searching for the same things you were. 

Jungkook’s chest was heaving up and down from exertion. You could feel the solid muscles of his back tensing with every inhale he took. You slowly turned against him, looking up towards his wet face, a mixture of sweat, rain, and tears, eyes brimmed red. The two of you shared a look of desperation, a meaningful look that said, we did it, but at what cost?

Breaking the stare, you looked around you one last time before collapsing onto the soggy ground, a crack sounding when your knees hit the dirt. Jungkook watches you crumple onto the ground and slowly follows, kneeling carefully in front of you, arms hung at his side, face hanging down as he lets the rain soak his body further.

“Did we lose them?” you murmur, barely audible over the heavy rainfall, looking up at him through wet strands of hair.

“Yeah,” he whispers. Neither of you say anything else yet, focusing on your breathing and wondering what exactly you had gotten yourselves into. 

All you could hope was that whoever was following you, whoever saw you in the forest, wouldn’t track the others -

“Jungkook!” you startle him, causing his puffy eyes to dart to yours, “Your phone!”

His eyes soften at your realization, something broken replacing the look of bewilderment. “It’s dead,” he mutters, a look of embarrassment crossing his features, “it was so low, it was about to die when we were close to Tae and Jimin. I’m an idiot and didn’t think to charge it before we left. Jin-hyung warned me, and I didn’t listen.”

Jungkook shoulders drop even further, and you’re reminded just how young the man in front of you can act sometimes. “Kook,” you whisper, reaching out to grab his hand, “you aren’t an idiot. We’ll figure this out, okay?” The sound of rain and cracking thunder was drowning out your voices, making it hard to hear. 

He nods, but doesn’t meet your gaze, instead focusing on your hand now grasping his, a look of wonder in his eyes. “We need to get out of the rain,” you said, tugging his hand lightly to let him know you want him to stand. Slowly, he obliges, standing with you as you rise. You wince as your knees start to buckle, but Jungkook’s strong hands are on your elbows, supporting you so you don’t fall. Worry creases his brow as he looks down at you, guilt racking his brain at putting you in a situation where you wouldn’t be found by the others. His own stupidity and inability to listen to Jin would be the reason you would be lost out here with no one to find you. He didn’t care at all about himself, something inside him burning to protect you, a feeling he’s never felt before. Usually it was Jin taking care of him, not the other way around. He’s never felt this overwhelming feeling to keep someone safe before. As he watched you right yourself and stand again, he couldn’t take his eyes off your face, studying you for any indication you were in pain, anything letting him know you needed him. 

When you felt like you could stand again, you looked up at Jungkook, “T-thanks…” you trailed off when you caught the intense way he was staring at you. Brow furrowed, eyes zeroed in on yours, you’ve never seen Jungkook look like this. “Are you okay?” you ask quietly, bringing your own hand up to place on top of his that was still on your other arm. 

Jungkook shook his head lightly, whatever spell he was under seemingly broken, the puppy dog look returning to his eyes. “Y-yeah, fine,” he murmurs, eyes blinking rapidly for a second as he pulls away from you. “Let’s g-go.”

You nod your head and look around you, trying to get your bearings and figure out where to go. The rain was starting to lighten a bit, but was still very much coming down. The both of you were soaked, dripping with water. Even though it was the beginning of summer, the early morning chill was freezing you both to the bone. You could see the slight blue tint that was threatening to take over Jungkook’s perfect lips. Wait. You shook your head. Those are not the thoughts to be having right now. Shivering, you point towards a slight opening in the trees, “That way is West. Should we keep heading that way?”

Jungkook thinks for a minute, lips pursed in a thin line as his body shakes from the cold. “I think the hyungs wanted to head North, towards the city, after reaching Jimin and Tae, maybe we should head that way…” he sounded unsure, but you wanted to trust him. After all, he knew more about the others and their plans than you did. 

Mustering up the best smile you could in your current situation, you take Jungkook’s hand in yours. “North it is, then.”

The two of you walked for what seemed like hours, the clouds in the sky blocking most of the sunlight and making it hard to tell what time of day it was. The rain had stopped a while ago, but the forest was still wet and a light fog was starting to roll in from the West, making it hard to see farther than ten feet in front of you. It felt like you were wading through a swamp with how wet and humid your boots were. You were sure Jungkook wasn’t faring much better. 

The summer humidity and heat were starting to bear their teeth as the day grew on, making the air around you hot and heavy. You weren’t sure what the plan was for you two, but you knew if you didn’t stop and rest soon, you both wouldn’t make it much farther. You were exhausted from all the running you’ve done all night without a break, starving from not having eaten anything in nearly twenty four hours, and mentally collapsing from the stresses you’ve both been put through. 

“YN,” Jungkook’s soft voice brought your thoughts to an abrupt halt as you stopped in your tracks to turn and look at the younger man. The sight shouldn’t have been surprising, but the paleness of the boy’s face, the sweat dripping down his temples, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all indicators that you needed to take a break. 

Doubling back and walking towards Jungkook, you grab his hand and tug him over to a small overhanging of rock, a little nook of land within the cavern of trees. Nestled in between a couple of firs and bushes, was a small creek, surrounded by tree stumps and logs. It was almost too serene, too out of place, that at first you thought your exhaustion was getting to you, but when you knelt down near the water and splashed your hand in it for a moment, you realized you weren’t hallucinating. 

It was still extremely foggy, and while you couldn’t see very far, or breath very deep, sitting next to Jungkook on the forest floor, you felt at peace for a moment.

Without any further thoughts, you start taking off your boots and socks, laying them on a nearby fallen tree trunk to air out. The bandages Jin had wrapped around your feet yesterday were long destroyed, wet and soggy and no longer serving their purpose. Taking them off, you roll them up and set them next to your boots. Surveying your poor feet, you notice that your wounds were slightly swollen, and quite possibly infected now that you had walked for hours in waterlogged shoes. You wince as you touch the tender spots around the soles of your feet. 

You were so caught up in actually getting to sit down and relax, that you don’t notice Jungkook rustling around in his bag beside you. A few moments later, you feel his presence next to you, also lacking socks and shoes, with his jeans rolled up to his knees. It also looks like he’s put on a different shirt, though it’s still damp, his duffel not having been completely safe from the rain.

Taking in his appearance for a moment, you realize you’ve never seen him look so… mature. He looks his age for the first time since you’ve met him. When your scrutinizing gaze travels to his face, he’s wearing a warm smile and soft, deep brown eyes that you swear you can see galaxies in if you stare hard enough. The sharp jawline he sports and perfectly carved lips and cheekbones, a sharp contrast to his bunny like smile and personality. Your eyes travel up a little farther, and you’re met with a tiny man bun sitting on top of his head, his dark curls, even darker from being wet, tied up haphazardly in a black hair tie. If he notices the way you’re ogling him, he doesn’t mention it, nor does he shy away like you expected him to. He’s crouched down next to you, holding something in his hands as he shakes his head a couple times to get the stray hairs out of his face. 

“Can you stand?” he asks quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever thoughts you were lost in right now. Slowly, you nod, taking the hand he offers you and rising up with a slight wince. Jungkook wordlessly walks you over to the log that houses his duffel bag and sits you down and hands you something. 

Looking at the small package in your hand, you realize it's a bag of dried fruit. “Jungkook,” you start, but you’re cut off by him shaking his head as he grabs a few more things out of his bag. 

“I have more, just eat, please,” his shyness coming back as he urges you to eat something, “I have a shirt you can, uh, c-change into, too.” A small smile crosses your lip as you tear into the bag and start picking at the small pieces of fruit inside. 

“Can I?” Jungkook asks shyly, looking down at the forest floor in front of you. It takes you a  moment to realize that he’s actually looking at your feet, and self consciously you pull them closer to you, before you notice he’s holding a small first aid kit. It’s your turn to be shy, as you stop chewing to nod your head lightly, pursing your lips as Jungkook sinks to the floor and opens the first aid kit.

“You don’t have to,” you start, watching as Jungkook carefully and hesitantly starts to wrap your feet up again. You can tell he’s nervous by the slight shake of his hands, but he’s trying to hide it, so you don’t mention it. “I can do it.”

“P-please, YN,” he stutters, still wrapping your foot and not daring to look up at you, “please let me take care of you.” His voice was so soft and genuine that you didn’t push further. Instead, you continue to eat your fruit, watching as Jungkook wraps your feet up securely, tighter than Jin, but with more support and cushion so you could stand easier. When he’s done he packs away the kit and takes a damp, but clean, black t-shirt out of his bag and shakes it out a few times before handing it to you with a rosy blush on his face. “H-here,” he whispers, looking away as you take it from him, “I wont look.”

 You know he’s telling the absolute truth, but much like with Jin, you feel safe with Jungkook. Though you don’t want to push the shy boy, you want to let him know exactly how you feel. “It’s okay Kook,” you start, pulling off the drenched cardigan and ringing it out, “I feel safe with you.”

Jungkook’s head whips around so fast you’re worried he might have whiplash. “Y-you,” he sounds nervous again, “really?” The surprise in his voice shocked you. Did he really think you wouldn't feel safe with him?

You furrow your brows as you set the cardigan to your side, Jungkook walking over and picking it up to shake out as he stares you down. “Of course, Kook,” your voice is quiet, almost drowned out by the soft babbling of the water a few feet from you, “you’re caring, and kind, and you’ve never done anything that has made me uncomfortable, and I don’t think you would do so purposely.”

“No, of course not,” he says with a conviction you haven’t really heard from him before, “I- I really, r-really care about you, YN.” His voice pitters out to a whisper as he looks away from your face, deciding to fold up the cardigan and stuff it into his bag. 

When you don’t say anything for a moment, Jungkook panics, looking up to see a wide smile spreading across your face at his admission, your eyes crinkling in a way that makes his heart stutter. He doesn’t get these weird fluttery feelings in his heart and in his stomach with his hyungs - well, maybe Jimin - so why is he feeling it right now, with you, in a situation like this? 

Disregarding his duffel, he sits down next to you on the log and smiles softly back at you. He doesn’t know it, but your heart is doing the same fluttery thing as his is as you reach out hesitantly and place your hand atop his on the tree bark.

 Jungkook can’t take his eyes off yours as you scoot closer to him, but his hands have a mind of their own as one reaches around your shoulders, pulling you into him, while the other comes up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face. This isn’t the closest the two of you have been by any means. He literally carried you through a forest on his back, you’ve held tightly onto each other’s hands more times than you can count in the last few days, and earlier this morning you were hugged to his chest so tightly you felt like you were melting into him, but something about this closeness right now, was different. 

There was a mutual understanding in the air as you brought the hand that wasn’t resting on the log up to his chest, gently grasping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer to you. The closeness resembling that of the one you shared with Seokjin only a day ago, but what felt like an entire lifetime ago now, making your smile falter. Jungkook notices, and lightly runs the tips of his fingers against your cheekbone, his eyes, deep as the ocean, staring back at you with what you can only describe as wonder. You hoped that your eyes were telling him the same thing his eyes were telling you right now, you’re safe with me. 

Jungkook’s gaze flits down to your lips for just a moment, but it’s enough for you to notice, making you nod your head once in permission. The soft smile he wore earlier was replaced with a slight pout as he descends on you, his plush lips pressing lightly into yours in a sweet kiss as both of your eyes slip closed. Your first kiss. You idly wonder if this is his first, too, deciding that it probably isn’t. With the way the boys act around each other, you’d be stupid to assume otherwise. 

The kiss only lasts a few moments, never deepening into anything more than a chaste press of lips. When Jungkook pulls away, your eyes stay shut, fingers coming up to push against your bottom lip in awe of the tingly feeling his lips left there. Jungkook smiles down at you in amusement, watching as your eyes slowly flutter open and find his. A giddy smile spreads across your face as he leans forward, placing another quick peck to your pouty lips. 

How poetic that your first kiss would take place on a foggy morning in a storybook esque forest, next to a babbling brook. It was like your childhood fantasy, formed by outlandish princess stories and movies, was coming true. You smile to yourself at the thought of seven year old you cheering twenty three year old you on right now, jumping up and down in her pastel pink princess dress, sporting that plastic crown you adored so much. The memory only lasts a minute, and soon you’re brought back to the present and reminded of what exactly you’re doing in this forest in the first place. It wasn’t some epic adventure with prince charming that led you here, and the thought makes your eyes close as you suck a breath in through your nose, hot, wet air entering your lungs and grounding you again.

Jungkook’s hand moves down your shoulder, rubbing against your arm as he takes your hand in his. “Are you okay?” he asks, pulling you even closer to him and placing a kiss to the top of your head. You wince at the feeling, assuming your hair is probably a disgusting mess right now. Jungkook doesn’t care though, and he won't mention it.

“Yeah,” you whisper into his shoulder where you rest your forehead, “I’m okay. Thank you.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rubbing his hand up and down your spine in a calming motion. 

“You should change,” he says finally, pulling away from you and grabbing the t-shirt from earlier. Surprisingly, it’s dried a little bit and sounded way more appealing than the sticky, wet shirt you currently had on. Gripping the hem of your shirt, you pull it up and over your head, setting it on the ground and taking the shirt from Jungkook’s grasp.

Jungkook is considerably less anxious than he was about you changing only minutes ago. Instead, he watches your face to make sure you really are okay, before bending over to fold your shirt up and stuff it away in his bag. 

Both of you sit there for a few minutes longer, basking in the morning warmth, trying to dry yourselves off a bit more before venturing further. While the sun still isn’t fully visible beyond the fog and clouds, the air is considerably warmer. 

“Do you know where we are?” you ask, looking over at the dark haired boy whose eyes are closed, head hanging back and pointed up at the canopy of trees above, the epitome of ethereal. 

Without opening his eyes, he nods, “Kind of.” He stays quiet for a second before sitting up and looking at you with a fondness that has your stomach twisting in a delightful knot. “I’ve been trying to keep track of how far we’ve walked. We stayed mostly North, slightly East, and we’ve walked about six miles.” The details he provides shocks you. It’s not that you didn’t think he was capable of tracking, he just seemed lost in his own world while you walked, not offering up much information as you went along. He must notice the shock on your face, “Yoongi-hyung teaches me a lot,” he chuckles airily, the sound like bells in your ears, “if we head to the East a few miles, we may cross paths with the others. Hopefully.”

You nod along as he speaks, letting you know how long he thinks it will take to get to the others, if they’ve even started walking. He hopes that they haven’t backtracked, or tried to search for you back there. He talks himself out of it, knowing Yoongi and Namjoon would be thinking tactically, like he is right now. He just hoped the others would listen, especially Jin. 

“We should get moving soon,” he utters as he stands and walks over to start packing his bag up again. You make a noise of affirmation, standing up as well.

Before you could stand completely straight, you hear a whizzing sound next to your ear. You whip your head to the right to look at Jungkook who seems blissfully unaware of the strange noise you just heard. “Jung-” before you could fully call his name, you hear it again, only this time it’s followed by a sharp, burning pain in the front of your neck. Stunned, you reach your hand up to your throat, feeling a small piece of metal sticking out of it. Your head is swimming, a sudden feeling of lightheadedness taking over as you try to step towards Jungkook, but failing as you fall to the ground. 

“YN!” You think you hear Jungkook’s muffled voice, maybe feel his large hands on your body as you feel yourself floating. Or are you being carried? Your eyelids feel heavy, you're unable to keep them open, or really decipher what is going on around you at all. You feel a sour warmth spread through your veins, and when it reaches your fingers and toes, it feels like your entire body has been set alight. 

“YN! No, fuck!” Jungkook is frantic, holding your limp body close to his chest as he pulls the small metal dart from the front of your neck. He’s not sure exactly what was in it, but he can feel your body temperature raising and your heart rate pick up, and he’s panicking. He’s lightly shaking you, trying to keep you conscious, but he can tell you’re slipping fast. He tries to support your head as he lifts you up bridal style, spinning in place to figure out where the dart had come from, but it’s no use when he’s surrounded by thick, white fog. “Hold on,” he whispers, “I’ve got you.” 

Jungkook takes off running to the East, hoping beyond all hope he would cross his hyungs before whoever was following you caught up to him. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, you told him you felt safe with him. He wasn’t going to let anyone take you. 

Before he can get very far, he feels a searing pain in his left shoulder, then his right. He knows he’s going to go down soon, but he pushes through for as long as he can. When the third dart hits the back of his exposed neck, he drops to his knees, an overwhelming feeling of weight taking over his limbs. It feels like he’s trying to wade through quick sand as he slowly slips into unconsciousness. “No, no, no,” he whispers, his throat dry and scratchy, “no, YN. I-I’m sorry.” He sobs quietly, eyes slowly closing. Before he lets the darkness completely wash over him, he lays you gently in front of him, careful not to harm you, and lays beside you, one arm thrown over your body protectively.

“Check again,” Jin urges once more. 

“I just checked, Jin-hyung. It’s not going to change. Just relax, we will find them, okay?” Yoongi says as calmly as he can, though it’s hard to bite back his annoyance, he understands why Jin is so distraught. 

The six of them had set out a few hours ago, once they had completely dried off and changed in the safe house. Well, aside from Seokjin, who was still wearing his drenched clothes and shoes. He had refused to change, just wanting to get out and look for Jungkook and you. He insisted that the two of you wouldn’t have been able to have the same luxuries they all had access to, and insisted he would wait until he found you both. 

The others tried to get him to rest and eat, telling him he would be no good to Jungkook and you if he was sick and tired, but he refused, sulking at the kitchen table while the rest of them figured out what to do.

Eventually, Yoongi and Namjoon had decided that Jungkook would probably take the two of you North if you had gotten lost. Yoongi had taught Jungkook enough that he would know where North was, even in the thick morning fog that was overtaking the forest right now. But something in Yoongi’s gut told him you weren’t lost. Jungkook would’ve been able to find his way here, especially when you were so close in the first place. Something happened that made you veer off path purposely. He didn’t want to dwell on what that could be, instead instructing the group to head North, towards Seoul, which is likely where Jungkook would be heading. 

The rest agreed, and were now traveling North, in search of the two of you. It was difficult to see anything in the fog, and the heat of the late morning sun that was just starting to peak out from between the clouds was making it hard for them to move quickly. Seokjin wasn’t deterred, though, constantly checking with Yoongi to see if Jungkook’s phone had pinged again since before the safe house. The answer was always the same, but hearing the answer helped push him forward in search of his other half and the girl who already held such a large part of his heart. 

“Jin!” 

At the sudden shout of his name, Seokjin is halting his steps and turning towards the owner of the voice. Jimin is standing about a hundred yards in front of the others, crouched down near a small grouping of bushes. Without hesitation, Jin sprints towards the younger man. 

When he reaches the golden haired boy, he drops to his knees as soon as he realizes Jimin is crouched over what looks to be a sleeping Jungkook, laying face down in the dirt behind the bushes. Oh god, he hopes he’s sleeping. 

“Kookie? Kookie, it’s Jinnie,” Jin sobs, picking up the young man and turning him over gently. 

“These were in his back, Jin,” Jimin says, holding his hand out and presenting three small, metal darts. They looked like tranquilizer darts at first glance, but Jin is too preoccupied with making sure Jungkook is okay to care all that much.

Jin carefully picks Jungkook up bridal style, a feat in itself, considering how muscular the younger man is, making him one of the heaviest in their small group, and moves into a sitting position. Letting Jungkook’s body rest on his lap, Jin brushes his messy hair from his face, briefly noticing how he had tied his hair up into a cute bun atop his head, had this been any other time, he would’ve cooed at the sight. Jungkook’s lips are slightly parted and Jin can see from the slow rise and fall of his chest that he’s breathing. Letting out a sigh of relief, Jin drops his forehead to rest on Jungkook’s, letting go of the tears that had been threatening to fall. In his rush to get to Jungkook, he hadn’t yet realized that you weren’t anywhere to be found. 

The other men, aside from Jin and Jimin, were searching the area, letting the two closest to Jungkook have their moment. “What do you think happened?” Jimin whispered, moving closer to wrap his arm around Jin and brush his other hand against Jungkook’s forehead. He looked so peaceful, though Jimin knew whatever he had experienced was probably far from it. 

“I don’t know,” Jin sniffled, letting Jimin wipe a stray tear from his face, “w-wait. Where’s YN?”

Jin’s momentary peace at finding Jungkook was wiped away when he realized you were still missing. 

“We can’t find her,” Hoseok spoke, leaning down to place a hand on Jin’s shoulder, “we’ve looked everywhere in the area, but, she’s gone.”

“No,” Jin shook his head quickly, “no, we have to find her! We-”

Jin’s panic was quickly cut off as he felt Jungkook shift in his arms, letting out a long groan as his forehead pinched in pain. The younger man bared his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath as he tried to open his eyes. “J-Jin-hyung?” he blinked his eyes open carefully, a hand coming up to rub at the sore spot on the back of his neck.

Jin’s tears started to fall again, “I’m here, Kookie.” Jimin and Hoseok watched on as the rest of the boys started to gather around them. 

Once Jungkook was coherent enough to remember where he was, he tried to sit up abruptly, his muscles smarting at the sudden movement, making him let out a growl from the pain. Jin reached out, trying to keep him laying down but Jungkook resisted. “No, YN. Where is YN?!” Jungkook frantically searches around him, leaning backwards on his hands, as Jimin and Jin share a worried look, “She was right here with me. Jin-hyung,” Jungkook’s eyes were panicked and Jin’s heart cracked at the sight, not remembering a time when Jungkook had been so passionate about something, the weight of his words settling in his own chest, “They took her.”