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wasabito · 4 years ago

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➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

#bokuaka x reader #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut

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levihantrash · 3 years ago

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Hi! Got a prompt for you if you're interested (feel free to write a drabble, a one-shot, or a multi-chap): Levihan, "One more chance." Open to interpretation. Thanks, and good luck! :)

okay so i decided to combine this prompt together with my headcanon for that levihan ring merch for a canon setting one-shot!

One More Chance

"What do you think of rings?" Hange asks Levi out of the blue, in the little room that could suffice as an office for his unofficial position as second in command.

"Why?" Levi knows that Hauge doesn't ask questions out of the blue without motives.

They could be random, absurd, silly, but there was always a reason behind their questions.

Hange plants one elbow on the table, bent forward in anticipation for Levi's answer. His eyes catch the glint of Hange's bolo tie as it swung back and forth.

Jewellery? Vanity aside, Hange knows better than Levi how expensive it is to obtain warm clothing and food, much less a bunch of shiny rocks. They spent days mulling over the Survey Corps’ budget, where to allocate resources, how to seek funding, and to keep expenses humane but tight.

“Why?” He repeats, unsure as to whether to sneak in a crass joke as Hange’s eyes were shining—in a different tone compared to the bright-eyedness that showed whenever they made a new discovery. It was, what was it? Nostalgia? Levi is certain that Hange had never, of ten years being by their side, even hinted at a desire for a ring, for whatever reason they might yearn for the object.

Hange knows Levi is perturbed—suspicious, even. They know that such an ambiguously-worded question, simple as it was, will not warrant a straightforward answer from Levi. He is far too observant to not think of Hange’s line of questioning as uncharacteristic from the usual. The usual Hange will elaborate; they will give details. Perhaps this is a ring made from a special sort of metal to go undetected from metal sensors to sneak past the enemy and pass on valuable information etched in code on the inside, for example. Whatever reason that prompted Hange to take a sudden interest in rings wasn’t for battle, or for moral good, which frankly, is more embarrassing for them.

“Do you keep those patches with you?” Hange changes the topic. Levi blinks, then turns to the drawer and pulls the handle. The open drawer speaks for itself; filled with rows and rows of haphazardly torn patches of the Survey Corp’s uniform, the emblem of the wings of freedom.

“You keep it here, huh…” Hange muses, touching one patch tenderly, feeling the crusted blood stain at the tip of their finger.

“Do you remember who each patch belongs to?”

Levi shakes his head, not defending the lack of differentiation between the patches. To him, each patch is louder than a name attached to it. A fellow soldier whose heart he carried on within him.

“If I die, Levi, will you bring back my patch?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Levi is quick to retort, sounding mildly irritated that Hange brought up the possibility of death.

“We all die someday.”

“We should think about how to stay alive,” Levi says firmly. “And what does any of this have to do with rings?”

Hange laughs, patting Levi on the shoulder affectionately. “You won’t let that go, huh?”

“It seems important,” Levi says, disgruntled. “You’re not usually so hesitant.”

“It’s not.” Hange waves their hands defensively, straightening up to avoid Levi’s gaze.

“What’s that in your pocket? Your hand keeps touching it.” Levi is sharp as ever, Hange thinks, itching to back out and tend to more important commander duties.

“Maybe next time! I have to go!” Hange brisk-walks out of the office, leaving Levi in the dust. He has the immediate urge to follow them, to grab their arm and ask what’s wrong, to force some kind of coherent understanding to this muddled conversation. Yet, he continues sitting on the chair, wondering if their mutual awkwardness had swept past them in the form of a lost opportunity. The patches flutter a little in the wind, as though asking him, what are you so afraid of?

He closes the drawer and sinks back onto the creaky, wooden chair, waiting for Hange to come back.

The next time he sees them again is when he’s so battered that his back trembles at the prospect of sitting on another hard surface. The series of negotiations, arguments, plans, fly past him in a whirlwind of decisions led by Hange. He occasionally spots the bulge in their side pocket, but his head is spinning with a million of other more dire worries to figure out what the hell is this unresolved mystery from months ago.

One night, as Hange tends to the bandages around his head, traces the stiches on his face, and mumbles quiet nothings about how they’re glad he’s alive, he finally lifts a shaky hand to point at the bulging pocket.

“Are you going to tell me what’s in that?”

“Nothing that will help us stop this mess,” Hange says, sweeping some of the fringe off his forehead to wipe the sweat underneath.

“But it’s important to you,” he states. Hange nods slowly.

“And you want to show it to me.” He tries, unaccustomed to the presumptuousness of his claim. But there is little time. If there was ever time before, now they were running on thin, cracked lines of time, teetering over the edge.

Hange sighs, and stuffs a reluctant hand into their pocket to bring out a small box.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t use the Scouts’ funds.”

“The Survey Corps doesn’t exist anymore,” Levi reminds them, to distract his mind from speculating endlessly about what’s in the box. He wants to sit up. Physically straining himself feels unwise, so he settles with tilting his head to get a clearer view of both Hange and the box.

Hange carefully holds his shoulders to sit him up, leaning him against them.

“I got rings for us.”

“Huh?”

The box is opened, and inside were two shining rings in silver and gold. Purple embellishment on the gold and green on silver. Not to mention it was heart-shaped rings. Levi feels his cheeks getting warmer by the second by its blatant implications, and is thankful that the bandages literally covered half his face.

“I know, I told them not to make it heart-shaped but you know when Reeves knew it was for you he said I had to make it obvious, whatever that meant,” Hange says quickly, snapping the box shut so as to save themselves from having to confront what was glaring at them.

“It’s not practical for fighting,” Levi murmurs, reaching out to take the box from Hange.

“Dedicate your hearts… wasn’t that what Erwin said?” Hange, always the one to inject light humour in tense situations, decides it will be alright to quote Erwin’s war cry in what is essentially a confession.

“Right.” Levi opens the box, looking expectantly at Hange.

“What?”

“Rings are for wearing, right?”

“You said they weren’t practical!”

“We’re not fighting now.”

Running their hands through their hair, Hange looks rather sheepish. “It’s a bit selfish but I just want to be remembered. As more than a patch.”

Levi frowns, bandages crinkling. “You think I’ll forget you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I won’t forget you. Ring or no ring.”

Upon hearing the seriousness of Levi’s voice, the light-heartedness returns to Hange, as they cheekily present the ring to them.

“Well then, will you dedicate your heart to me, shitty Captain?”

“Whatever, Four-eyes.” He says it as flippantly as he can, yet handles the ring like sudden movement will break it.

“Hah! I wonder what the kids will say about the rings…” Hange stretches out and lays beside Levi, admiring the ring on their hand amidst the backdrop of night stars. He takes their hand and weaves his fingers through it, placing their interlocked hands on his chest.

After the plane takes off, Levi’s eyes are trained on the floor. The plane rattles, swerves, and gains momentum. Everyone around him is emotional—rightly so, because their leader had said a fleeting goodbye before leaping to their death. He holds one hand in the other, feeling the cold metal on his finger. Rings don’t leave the smell of Hange’s skin when they lie their head on his shoulder after a long day. Rings don’t capture the sound of Hange’s laugh when they make friendly banter with their juniors, or when Levi makes the occasional, dry joke that only they pick up on. Rings don’t emulate the dialogue of their late-night discussions in his office, the tea that he makes and that they drink from the same cup—to save the time needed for washing, according to Hange. He doesn’t protest.

Still, the ring is all he has left. The one chance Hange had, they entrusted in him this ring. They could translate Levi’s words into more palpable versions for other people, but they could not for the life of them come up with words to express their more vulnerable feelings. For Hange, the ring was another chance to cement what remained unspoken: I hope you remember me. I’m here with you.

The last chance Levi had, he placed a fist on their heart.

“Dedicate your heart.” The ring flashes in the sunlight, making Hange blink back tears.

Now, he clutches one hand in the other.

“See you, Hange.” The ring stares back, patiently. He closes his eyes, bringing the thin, metal sentiment to his lips.

“Keep watching us.”

thank you for the prompt @djmarinizelablog !! ^_^

#aot #levihan #rings #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #fanfiction #my writing #hanji zoe #shingeki no kyojin #prompt #how many times can i use these same three lines from chapter 132 #yes i admit merch has inspired my writing what can i say #tbh a heart shaped ring irl sounds hard to wear XD

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janerogan · 2 years ago

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god any recs for best supernatural fics?

Hi hello, why yes I do! Unfortunately, I don't have time or space to list every single beloved spn fic BUT I will give some highlights of one's I can remember off the top of my head. It's all Deancas cuz that's all I read really. Oh apart from As You Were which has no pairings. Obvi be aware of like tags and ratings cuz some of these deal with some heavy shit.

Four Letter Word for Intercourse was the first spn fic I ever read. I've reread it like 5x by this point. I adore it. Literally one of the most iconic spn fics I think, I knew about it before even starting spn

Canticles - no idea how to describe this it's just fucking GOOD. Beautiful writing. Also one of the first spn fics I ever read.

Cinderwings - LISTEN. THIS FIC. You want good worldbuilding? Look no further. It's a cinderella au when boiled down to it but that does in no way prepare you for the story. Dean is a prince, cas is an angel looking for the key to his peoples freedom under the guise of a masquerade ball.

And this, your living kiss - THEE poetry fic. If you love good Dean pov and characterisation and you love poetry or even if you don't like either then pls read this. Cas teaches poetry and Dean is a mechanic who published poetry under the pen name Jack Allen. It's beautiful.

Fenario - Lake House fic! An absolutely gorgeous post empty fic. My fave subgenre of Dean buying cas a house so he doesn't have to live in the bunker anymore and through renovation he's able to sort out some stuff about himself and how he feels.

Take the bones, begin anew - a post empty cas comes back fic. I love it so so tenderly. I am not immune to post empty fics. I could do a whole list just for cas comes back from the empty fics tbh.

Crossing lines and the sequel you want it darker - this series holds a special place in my heart. Also one of the only fics to make me cry (possibly the first?). It's a time travel fic where young Dean is pulled from the past and this forces Dean to assess the trauma he's been living with. It's really heavy going so, as with all these, check Tags. Just a heartbreaking exploration of deans life and trauma and relationships but in a really cathartic way. The sequel is much lighter and Dean is healing. Cannot stress the happy ending on this one.

Carnival oasis - creature cas! He's just a weird centuries old little guy who eats sin and Dean finds him in a tent at a carnival, advertising itself as a confession stand. Just,,, great cas characterisation and really interesting creature also. It's fun, it's silly, it's serious, it's good.

It's the end of the world as we know it - you will see the tag friends to enemies and think that braces you for the impact. It will not. Another one in which the worldbuilding and plot is just delicious. Like fucking hell, the way tiamatv paints a picture of the places the characters travel through... It astounds me. But yeah a real whirlwind adventure. Its set in high school and then jumps to when they're older and they reunite when the world is quite literally coming apart. It's got heartbreak. It's got other planes of existence. It's got cosmic horror. It's got incredible cas characterisation. It's got a suggested reading list embedded into the fic jskdkf. I love it so so much.

Here, bullet, here - a dean study but it's just,,, it's like poetry, it's so beautifully written. I adore it.

Let's take a drive - KID JACK FIC. It explores the implications and messy emotions of the characters if Jack DID de-age after the finale. It's messy but God is it soft and ends happy. Just a really beautiful study of relationship dynamics tbh.

Aching in the absence of you - oh it hurts but the payoff is worth it. Cas leaves the bunker and Dean let's him. As the tags say, it's a study in missing someone. Ends happy tho I prommy. Also, just generally I love sobsicles.

Dean Winchester Beat sheet - lichrally iconic college au. Another fan favourite also

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) - really really tender possession fic where cas needs a vessel to reside in for a while and Dean offers himself up.

Under the midnight sun - so obsessed with this fic, the artwork is the best artwork I've ever seen embedded in a fic. Dean is camp manager at a research station in Alaska and he's been told that a new ornithological researcher will be camping a few miles away and not to bother him. The ornithological expert is ofc cas but things are NOT adding up so Dean keep an eye on him. The descriptions and details in this are so fucking delicious. It's a fic where it feels like the authors love for the story and the setting shines through so much you cant help but love it too.

The cheapest room in the house - starts off silly goofy, cas comes out as gay and Dean decides it's his job to guide cas throw that by downloading grindr for him. Do not be fooled by the silly goofy premise tho because it's also a heartbreaking exploration of Dean and it hurts man, amidst all the laughing Thom. This fic has it all. Dean disorders, so much second hand embarrassment, Dean and cas' weird boy best friend dynamic, incredible characterisation. The list goes on.

Muscle memory - I have never seen 50 first dates but this is an au of that and its soooooooooooooo gorgeous.

Empty spaces - really intense fic where John dies and Dean is struggling and then meets cas. It's about deans mental health and him experiencing an eating disorder. It IS hopeful tho. One of the only fics to make me cry.

As you were - de-aged Dean and Sam fic. NO pairings but it's them being taken care of by cas when they get hit with a curse and it destroys me with how loving it is. Dean and Sam being looked after in the way they deserved to be by John.

Not part of the plan series - it starts with a one night stand which in no way prepares you for the absolute beast that is this fic. Once again worldbuilding is incredible and also the politics and planning of the world is sooo? Fucking good. Its about the tension between a kingdom and its neighbouring Republic and the arranged marriage of Dean and cas. Lots of political intrigue but also the most satisfying build up to a relationship. Its a slow burn despite the one night stand start. There are so so many moments that have stayed with me from this and the amazing thing the author does is manage to write the characters with so much depth, everything is explored, the author never pushes anything to the side in order to get the characters or plot where they want it. If there are implications and repercussions, then they're getting explored.

#Well there we go #If I recced all the spn fic that changed my life then we'd be here all year #Fic rec #Ask #Anon #Spn

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A Little Braver - Chapter 1

Here I am!

As i promised here is the first chapter of my new Rowaelin.

This one will be very different from Island Dream. It’s meant to have a slightly more challenging plot line and a smidge more angst in it. Also, i know very little about fire fighters and the airforce. I did research for both of them and for the firefighters I used some shows I follow as inspiration. Whereas for the airforce... it’s mostly research. I based the ranks system on the UK RAF.

THIS is Rowan’s jet (it actually exists. It’s called a Eurofighter Typhoon. I have seen it live at some airshow here in Scotland and it’s so damn sexy.), just imagine it in deep green for Terrasen.

I have 12 chapters down but still no actual direction in mind yet. I have a few ideas I want to develop but the storyline is still hazy.

And this is the SONG that gave the idea for the title.

Anyway, I’ll leave you to it

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Aelin is a firefighter for the Terrasen Fire Department (TFD) and one day her squadron get called to deal with a fire at the airbase of the Terrasen airforce (TAF). During the incident she meets icy Captain Whitethorn. They are thown together in a forced cooperation. Slowly they will find their lives entwined beyond work. And both of them, with a tragic past at their backs... will have to be a little braver...

(Sorry i suck at introductions)

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“Again!” Shouted a blonde woman standing in front of a training tower on fire. Her long braid gently placed on her shoulder. Blue eyes like the clearest of days fixed on the inferno in front of her and a concentrated expression.

“Brullo, help Luca and start again, perhaps this time without killing our victim.”

They had been at it for a while but it seemed like the newbie was struggling with training. Being a firefighter was not a job for everyone. Aelin knew Luca was still a probie and still learning the ropes but sometimes she felt as if the boy was not as tough as he tried to be. Luca had been with them for three months and he had become the mascot of the group. He was eighteen an eager and she was happy to support him as much as she could, but her job was also to make sure her people would walk out of a raging fire alive. She had already lost enough in the line of duty.

She was about to call for a break when the dispatch siren went off.

“Everyone, time to go.” She turned to Luca “You stay at the station and cover dispatch or just study for your exam.” She winked at him and ran to the engine, donned her gear and climbed to her seat.

Being the Captain she took the passenger seat in the engine and joined Nox who was the driver.

“Were are we heading?”

“Airforce base.” Replied Nox while driving the engine to its destination with incredible skill.

“Did a pilot forgot to turn off one of their fancy planes?” Then she turned to Aedion, the man was her lieutenant and her second “Are our EMTs with us?”

The man nodded “right behind us.”

The engine sped through traffic, siren blazing “what’s our ETA?” Asked Aelin.

“Five minutes, Cap.” Replied Nox.

Not long after they reached their destination and arrived at the main gates of the airbase which were shut. Aelin swore. She opened the door and jumped off the truck.

To meet her there was a tall man, his hair silver and the eyes of the deepest of green. She thought Aedion was tall. She was wrong. This man was a good twenty centimetre taller.

“Fire department at your service, did one of men’s arse caught fire?”

The man glared at her. His face harsh.

Ok, wrong audience.

“We have a fire in hangar bay 2.”

“Good, now open these gates and let us through if you want us to work our magic.”

“This is a restricted area as you can imagine.” His tone flat and almost bored.

Aelin took a step toward him, not afraid “Listen, you either let us through with the engine and the ambulance or you start praying the gods for a fuckload of rain. Which will it be, sir?”

Aelin noticed a flash of anger pass through his eyes. He would have been the most gorgeous man she had ever seen if it wasn’t for his stick up his arse attitude.

The man in front of her made a gesture and a car appeared in front of the truck “Follow the car and do not wander. This is a restricted area.”

“Sure, I always wanted a picnic in an airbase.”

Aelin ignored him and gestured at the ambulance to follow them. She jumped back on the truck and noticed the silver haired arsehole getting in the car in front of them.

It did not take long to reach their destination and Aelin swore when she noticed the fire engulfing hangar bay 2.

“And that’s me hoping in a boring day. How silly of me.” Joked Aedion from his seat behind Aelin.

Aelin jumped off the truck and started shouting orders then joined again the officer “Do you have all staff accounted for?”

The man shook his head “Two engineers are missing and we have a few injured as well.”

Aelin shouted for the EMTs and the two women appeared in front of her in an instant “there are few injured that need treatment. Go and call for backup if you need it.” The taller brunette nodded and they disappeared again.

Aedion’s voice reached her over the radio “copy that, Aedion. There are still two civilians trapped inside.” She turned to see her squad at work and a pang of pride rushed through her. They were an amazing well oiled machine and all the gruelling training paid off in the end.

She turned to look at the grumpy officer and noticed the man was like a statue. His eyes fixed on the raging fire in front of them.

“We’ll get them out.” She offered as a comfort but the man didn’t even notice her.

“Any idea on how it started?”

He turned his head slightly and his icy stare focused on her “isn’t that your job, captain?” She did not like the tone she used to call her captain. She could hear a veil of mockery.

“Ansel, Ress,” she shouted while donning the rest of her fire suit “direct the jet there.” She pointed to the location that looked like the epicentre. Once her mask and oxygen tank were on, she grabbed a fire extinguisher and ran into the building to join the rest of the squad.

Rowan stared at the woman ran into the fire. The captain had struck him stupid when she had the guts to challenge him without any fear. He was so used to give orders without ever receiving a rebuttal that it totally threw him off that the woman had fought him that way. Soon after he had found himself staring while she directed her squad to take positions and start to tackle the fire. She was fierce, of that he had no doubts. And with the same fierceness she had ran into the hangar and joined her team.

He was too busy staring at her that he missed the instant in which the structure had started to collapse on the ground. It went down as if made of paper and he froze at the realisation that there were still people inside the building. Engineers and firefighters alike. And for a brief second he felt a pang of panic for a woman he did not know and who had a temper of fire.

“Captain!” His head whipped to the side at the subtle veil of panic in the dark-haired man, handling the jet of water on their truck. “Lieutenant, come in.” But no sound came over the radio “fuck.” The man intensified the jet of water.

Rowan knew that level of panic. He had experienced it a few times in his career. The soul crashing fear of losing a member of his team, the fear gripping his heart until a response came over the radio. He knew that fear very well.

It took ten minutes for the auxiliary vehicles of the airbase to reach the site. They were not proper fire engines. For that they had to use the firefighters. But they could help and they started spreading a sort of special agent that slowly stifled the fire.

Rowan sighed in relief when he noticed some figures appearing from the smoke. The captain amongst them. Her hair was now covered in soot and her face just as dirty. He relaxed completely when he spotted the captain carrying one of the engineers and another fire fighters carrying the second one. The firefighter deposited the victims gently on the ground and the two EMTs went to check for them. He saw her collapsing on the ground on her knees then she stood, almost regretting that moment of weakness and went back to the engine to give some more orders. A tall blonde man approached her and after discussing something he moved away and stood staring at the collapsed building and the fire now fully extinguished.

She coughed once and then turned noticing the presence at her back.

“You should ask one of your EMTs to have a look at you.” His tone flat and devoid of emotions.

“I am fine.” She admitted with defiance “I don’t need you to babysit me. Sir or whatever rank your insignia has.”

“Captain. Captain Whitethorn.” And his words had a far gentler tone that he expected and it surprised him.

She walked away from him and went to the rest of the team to make sure everyone was okay and then checked on the civilians that had been saved and finally returned to captain Whitethorn.

“The two engineers will be fine.” She coughed one more time “They inhaled a lot of smoke but they are now on their way to the hospital for a few more checks. There are a few other with minor burns but everyone has been treated and on their way to the hospital as well.”

“Thank you.”

“Once the embers cool down I want to have a look at the site. Something clearly went completely wrong in here which means that some of your safety systems or your basic procedures are not working.”

“Are you saying that we are slacking in terms of safety?” His tone became harsh once again.

Aelin again stood straight in front of him “I saw sprinkles, but there was no trace of water which means they did not activate as soon as the fire started as they are meant to. Which in a place with so much fuel and flames is a big infraction and can land you in a shit ton of problems. Whoever was in charge of safety fucked up big time, Captain.”

Whitethorn ran his hand through his hair. That was his CO’s job. Lorcan was the one meant to look after all those things. But Lorcan had inherited a situation that was a bit of a clusterfuck and he had been working hard to fix it since his promotion.

“I will need to come back tomorrow to do an inspection of the site and I want to inspect all the other remaining buildings and make sure they are up to code. And I don’t care if this is a restricted zone,” she moved a step closer to him and Whitethorn stared in her deep blue eyes “You get me a pass into here for tomorrow with access to all areas. And if you don’t, I’ll go high enough that when I come back you will have to roll out the red carpet. Do you read me on this Captain?”

He nodded silently. A part of him was in awe. Who was this woman? She did not seem to be intimidated by rank or a pretty uniform. He was speechless. Even civilians often tended to offer a certain level of respect to him just because of his rank. She stood in front of him, chin high and defiant.

“Yes ma’am,” he heard himself say with unexpected obedience.

“Good. I will see you tomorrow, Captain Whitethorn.” She turned on her heels and left him still planted in his spot and completely stunned.

Aelin joined her team again and once the scene was cleared up and all the gear tucked back in the truck they left the premises.

“I hope Luca had some sort of food ready, I am starving.” Added Aelin sitting back in her seat in the truck.

“The day you will say that you are not hungry it will be a day when doom will descend upon us.” Chimed in Aedion.

“Hey, I use a lot of energy.”

“Sure, having a stand off with Captain silver fox must have been exhausting.”

Aelin turned and stared at Ansel. The red haired woman was smirking.

“He was being a pompous arsehole who think he is a god just because he wears a uniform.”

“Yeah, one hot arsehole though. I mean did you even notice him?”

Aelin did not reply. She had actually noticed him but her first impression of him hadn’t changed. The man was impossibly gorgeous but he still needed a bit of manners.

Eventually the squad got back to the station and got off the truck abandoning their equipment for checks later. “Let’s all go and get some chow in.”Aelin shouted while removing her boots “Aedion make sure you and Ansel check the truck and take Luca with you he needs some training in what we do after a call out.”

The ambulance pulled over beside them a bit later and the two women joined the rest of the group.

“Lys, all okay with the victims?”

The taller woman nodded “dropped them off. No serious injuries though.” Then she opened the back of the ambulance car and grabbed a clipboard and handed it to Aelin “our supplies order for the hospital. I was going to give it to you before but then we got called out and I forgot.”

Aelin grabbed the document “I’ll get it done today. You and Elide go and join the guys for food.”

Lysandra walked over to Aedion and dropped him a kiss on his lips. The two had been dating for years now and the whole squadron had been taking bets on when Aedion would pop the question.

Aelin eventually joined the rest of her team for their meal and Luca had overdone himself and prepared some amazing food. She was ravenous, however during her meal her head kept going over the call they had received at the airbase. There were a few things that bugged her and she was looking forward to her visit the next morning to check the scene again. The sprinklers had been her first clue. She just hoped Captain tight-pants would be more willing to help after he had a nice night of sleep.

It was much later when Aedion found her in her office buried under layers of folders and papers on her desk.

He gently knocked at her door “Lys and I are going home. Are you staying late again?”

“Aedion, look at these documents.” she passed him a pile of sheet of paper “That is the last safety check they had a look at the signature of who passed it.”

“Fucking Havillard senior.” The man had been the fire chief and had finally retired a few months before and the event had created a sense of relief in every single firefighter in Orynth. The man had a bad reputation and a penchant for currying far too many favours with politicians “I am so glad Dorian finally took over. He is a much better fire chief. He has done more for the fire department in a few months than his father in years of his rule.”

“I want to check every single thing he signed off as to code. I don’t trust the bastard and if he passed things not operating correctly I am going to cause a shitstorm.”

“And do what, Aelin? The man is retired and back to his mansion in Adarlan. There is nothing you can do.” Aedion was always the rational one and sometimes Aelin hated him for that.

“His negligence could have killed hundreds of people.”

“I know, but all we can do now is to fix his wrongs and make sure that the airbase is up to code. And keep your friend the Captain safe.”

Aelin snorted “Why everyone thinks I have the hots for the Captain?”

“I have known you all my life and you totally are into him. I recognised the signs.”

“Well, my dear cousin, you are highly mistaken.”

Aelin and Aedion were cousins. The man had served in the army and when he retired she had told him that her fire house was looking for recruits and asked if he wanted a shot at being a fire fighter. Aedion accepted and went through training at the academy and in the end the skills he had gained in the military had proven amazing for his new role.

“Don’t tell me you guys are taking bets on me.”

Aedion laughed “my revenge for starting the one about me and Lys.”

Aelin growled “Yours is bound to happen eventually.” She looked at him “me and his stiffness? Not a chance. He might be hot as hell but he has no sense of humour and probably cannot go to the toilet unless he gets permission from his CO.”

Aedion sighed “That’s military training. It gets drilled into you from day one. He is still active and it’s normal. I am retired and still have that instinct.”

Aelin laughed “No, you don’t do anything without Lys’ approval.”

He nodded “I love her but the woman is scary. And now that she had Elide as a partner she is getting craftier.”

Aelin smiled “Go home and relax you two. Just don’t make me an aunt yet.”

“Don’t stay too long okay?” The man waved at her and left.

Aelin sat five more minutes then she heard the second team arrive on the premises she packed up her stuff and decided to go home. She walked down the corridor greeting the other team and had a catch up with the lieutenant and eventually she left the station. The weather had turned cold and winter was definitely in the air. Aelin sniffled the air, cosied up in her jacket and walked home. It took her much longer than usual to go home as she took a different route and stopped at the park. Not the best idea at night but she had enough knowledge of hand to hand combat that she would easily kick the arse of whoever tried to assault her. She stopped in her favourite spot and leaned against the rail to look at the ducks in the pond. Going back home was still hard. Since she had lost Sam she hated her empty house. Even after over a year. They were both firefighters. He was the captain at the west station. They had met during a call out and got along from the start. Then got along a bit more until things got serious and they moved in together. They had two years of happiness until he went out on a call with his squadron and thing went south. He and another firefighter lost their lives that night. It had been over a year now but her heart still ached and missed him.

She heard ambulance sirens in the background and her instinct was to look for a cause for it.

She said goodbye to the ducks and eventually walked home.

The next morning Aelin had got to work so early that the second team was still on. She had shared breakfast with them and was glad to hear they had a quiet night with just a call.

She walked back to her office and went over one the documents one more time. As a courtesy she decided tray and phone Captain Whitethorn but then realised she did not have his number and doubted the airbase would advertise its number freely. Ach well, he knew they she was going.

Once Aedion arrived she gave him instructions on what to do while she was away. She wanted a few more drills run and the truck scrubbed and equipment checked. She knew that when she was away they tended to have far too much fun “And if I come back and I discover you guys slacked off I am going to unleash Lysandra on you.”

“I will keep them in check.”

“You better.” And with that she left and drove away to the airbase.

It took her a good half an hour to finally reach the main gate. She got out of the car and went to the guards posted at the entrance “Hi, I am a firefighter on the TFD. I am here to see Captain Whitethorn, he is waiting for me.”

“What is your name?”

“Captain Aelin Galathynius.”

The man walked away to check something with another guard and got back to her “You can go in. The Captain will meet you at the next check point.”

Aelin grunted. They did not have this many checks the day before. Although, with a building on fire they were probably quite eager to have them in as soon as possible.

She got back in the car and drove the short distance where another military man stopped her and she noticed the captain behind him. Still stiff and a face that deserved to be punched.

He knocked on her passenger window and Aelin lowered the glass “good morning, Captain.”

“I will need to get in the car.”

Aelin rolled her eyes and unlocked the door for him.

“Follow the main road until you see the main building. Park there and we’ll get you all signed in.”

What was his problems? Didn’t they used greeting in the military?

Aelin drove in silence until she spotted the main building.

“Park over there.” She sensed the command in his voice.

She did as told and once done she grabbed all her stuff from the back of the car and followed him. He had exited the vehicle and started walking not bothering waiting for her.

She was going to kill him.

Once inside the main building she found him waiting for her at the reception area with a clipboard in his hands “Fill this in.” Again, that tone of command and not a single please.

Aelin had a look and realised they were annoyingly thorough in term of security “Do you want my bra size as well?” She smiled at him “it’s a 38A, by the way.”

No reaction. She sighed and filled in all her details. Once she was done the captain took the clipboard and gave her her badge “Keep this on you at all times Miss Galathynius.”

“You can call me Aelin. I gave you my bra size, I guess we are on a name basis kind of relationship.” She grabbed the badge and wore it around her neck.

“Were do you want to start?”

Fine. No jokes and back to business “your office for starters.”

“I thought you wanted to see the fire scene.”

“Yes, but I need to ask a few questions first.” And she waved the big pile of documents in her hand.

He tensed and with a hand he gestured for her to follow him.

They walked until they reached an office at the end of a corridor “This is my CO office. I discussed the situation with him and he believes it’s a matter that needs his presence as well.”

“The more the merrier” and flashed him a smile but she had no reaction from him.

They entered the room and Aelin froze. The man in front of her was huge. He stood to greet her and she thought she had never met anyone as tall as the man behind the desk.

“Sir, this is the Captain.”

“Miss Galathynius, isn’t it?”

“Captain, if you don’t mind. I earned my rank like all of you, even if I am a woman.”

“I am Air Commodore Lorcan Salvaterre.” She shook his hand and took a seat after he offered. Captain Whitethorn stood behind her, rigid and cold as his usual. Gods, the man needed to get laid.

“I believe you had some concerns with regard to that accident from yesterday.”

“I do.” And she slammed the pile of documents on the desk. If they wanted to play tough, they had met their match “My first concern is that some of your safety checks are two years old. As you are aware Mr Salvaterre, considered the nature of your business and the level of dangerous materials present on site you are required by law an annual check.” She passed over a piece of paper with the current regulations “and again in your case there are aspects that need to be checked twice a year and you have not done so.” She sat back on the chair “Yesterday I noticed that the sprinkles had not activated during the fire. Again, your reports show that the last maintenance check was three years ago.” Another sheet landed on the man’s desk “A hangar that could, according to your plans, have up to a 100 personnel on site at the same time, only had one fire exit.”

“If you had a look at hangar bay two blueprints you could see why only one exit was added.”

Aelin unfolded the blueprints in challenge. They had no idea who they were dealing with “I can see that one side of the hangar share the door with the airstrip and I can see that this is a very bad idea for an evacuation spot. However,” and she pointed at the plan “this area here, as you can see is perfectly safe. It offer protection from a possible explosion of fire and it looks like it could accommodate at least half of the staff.” She closed the folder “I am going to be frank with you. It’s a miracle you are still allowed to operate. This are only the biggest infractions, I am sure that once I will inspect the site of the fire I will find more.”

She noticed Salvaterre flinch.

“I am also aware that it was the old fire chief who signed off the last inspections and that explains a lot. The man had been a thorn in my side for a very long time but his son is a far more capable chief.” She sat comfortably again “My concern here is for all the staff. Yesterday could have had a far worse outcome. I can see that at least your team has a good grasp on how safely evacuate and I am positive that once we add a second door it will be even more efficient.”

“Any big changes will have to get approved by the military.”

“Well, get that done. If you value your people you will grovel until you get what you need. You don’t seem the man to back down from a valid fight.” She leaned forward a bit, not breaking eye contact with him.

“What do you suggest?”

“I will make you a deal.” She offered “I am aware it might take some time to fix all the issues and bring the whole base up to code. I am giving you six months. Work with us, I am willing to help as a consultant. I had a chat with chief Havillard and he is okay with my plan and authorised me to cooperate with you.”

“I guess I can work with that.” Then he stared at Captain Whitethorn behind her “Captain Whitethorn will be you liaison. I am too busy, but he has my authorisation to help you with what you need.”

She turned to the man at her back and noticed at his panicked face “I am sure the Captain and I will have fun. We are best buddies already.” She flashed him a smile and the man flinched. Well, at least that was a reaction.

“Perfect. Captain Galathynius I expect you will keep me updated on the progress.” And he offered her his business card “my email is at the bottom. It’s the best way to get in touch with me.”

“Thank you sir,”Aelin said pocketing the card. The man was just as cold as the captain but seemed a bit more willing to cooperate “Now if you’ll excuse me sir I have some work to do.”

The man nodded and Captain Whitethorn walked outside, probably already dreading the idea of working with her. She was not ecstatic either.

They were walking toward the hangar when four men stopped them and Whitethorn stopped

“I thought I told you to go over the last tactics we developed.” He really had no idea on how to talk to people.

“We just finished.” Said the older of the group.

“Hi gorgeous.”

Aelin turned to the voice and saw a stunning blonde man staring at her “I am Flight Lieutenant Fenrys Moonbeam, m’lady. I hope our cold hearted captain is treating you nicely. We have been trying to teach him manners…”

Aelin laughed. So they had sense of humour. It was just Whitethorn.

“Lieutenant, why don’t you go and clean your jet until it shines like a mirror?”

Fenrys got closer to her “he is old and cranky.” Then he straightened up “call me if you need a fun guide during your time at the base, Captain.”

“Lieutenant!” Whitethorn barked with a tone that did not admit any more games.

The older man grabbed Fenrys arm and pulled him away “let’s go pup. Don’t anger the man.”

“Bye guys.” Aelin waved as they walked away.

“They are my squadron.” Whitethorn finally spoke and she turned at him in surprise “The man who took Fenrys away is Gavriel and he is Wing Commander. He is basically my second. The other two were Vaughan and Connall and, well, Fenrys. They are all Flight Lieutenants.” He sighed “Fenrys is a good pilot but he is still young.”

“The only person with a sense of humour inside here and you shot him down that way?” She shook her head “Come on grampa, let’s go and do our job.”

Aelin walked away with a swagger and when she was not looking his lips bent in a fraction of a smile. The woman was a force of nature and for some reason he could not explain why he had spent the previous night wondering about the fierce woman who had not backed down and who face him fiercely. Not that he would ever admit to anyone, but he found her madly attractive.

She was now walking in front of him and was almost skipping and he had to try very hard not to chuckle at the scene.

“You are going the wrong way.” His tone cold again.

“Well, then get your arse in front of me and lead the way.” She stopped and waited for him to walk past her. While behind him she sneaked a peak at the man and she realised that Ansel had been right. Her gaze lingered on his backside and some very improper thoughts passed through her mind. Her gaze trailed up to his broad shoulders and lingered on his short silver hair and then dropped to the strong hands folded behind his back. Some very improper thought passed through her mind but she shook them off. He was a horrible man. She was not going down that road. Boundaries.

“We are here.” His voice woke her up from her thoughts.

From her bag Aelin extracted two masks and a torch. She threw one of the masks to Mr cranky pants “put this on. There will be still fumes lingering and they are very toxic.”

Thankfully he accepted the mask without complaints. It looks like he was intelligent enough to understand the risks.

He unlocked the place and allowed Aelin to go in first. He trailed behind and let her work in silence.

“What kind of jobs do you do in here?”

“Hangar two is were the jets needing heavy maintenance are moved to. Hangar one is the main one where all the jets ready for take off are kept.”

She moved around pointing the light in some specific areas “Am I correct in saying that the planes in here do not have any fuel and are not armed.”

She saw him nod “The fuel is removed as soon as they are moved in here. A small amount is added only when they need to be moved back to the main hangar. And yes, no weapon of any type is held here or in hangar one for all that matters. We have very tight procedure for ammunition and the missiles are loaded only an hour prior to take off and armed only after the jets have left the base.”

Aelin nodded, well, at least it seemed that on some areas they had their shit together.

She moved to what looked like the epicentre of the fire and crouched down and touched a strange puddle on the floor. She smelled it and cursed. That smelled like kerosene but a doubt was nagging her. The puddle looked big enough to be a leak.

“Do you keep track of the repairs done in each bay?”

“We do and I have the jobs recorded for yesterday in bay four.” Then his eyes reacted in shock “It looks like the jet in bay four had suffered a fuel tank leak and was scheduled for a repair or possibly a replacement.”

Aelin walked around the charred remains of the jet then she noticed a panel missing on the side “help me here Captain, what is this panel for?” And she flashed the light inside the livery.

“This is the access panel for the tank. It looks like they had started the works already.”

“I am allowed to make a guess Captain?”

“By all means.” He stood at her side.

“My theory is that while the tank was emptied fuel leaked out. Whoever did the job, did not realise it. Once the tank was empty he proceeded with the replacement job and used tools that might have caused a spark and ignited the fuel and caused the explosion. Am I getting closer?”

“I have a feeling ma’am that you are on the right track, alas.”

She crouched again and stared at the puddle “however, this is not how kerosene works… kerosene does not catches fire easily. It has a high flash point.” she muttered to herself then she turned to the man behind her “Captain, are you using a special type of fuel? Jets are usually powered by kerosene.”

He froze and she knew she had hit the jackpot.

He cleared his throat “we have been experimenting with other fuels and liquid oxygen.”

“Fuck,” muttered Aelin turning and standing “do you really need all that power?”

“As I said we have been experimenting. This plane was one of the new prototypes.” He confessed.

“How many of these monsters do you have?”

“I am not allowed to tell. This is as much as I have been authorised to say.”

“Damn it Captain.” She shouted.

“They are not on the premises and in a very remote location away from inhabited areas. This one was here for testing.” His face grew dark all of a sudden “I was meant to fly it.”

Aelin gasped “are you telling me that you were willing to strap yourself in this crazy thing and risk your life with something clearly not stable?”

He looked away “It’s my job after all.”

“Shit.” Aelin stood and walked away. Why was she even caring about him.

“Captain…”

But she brushed him off and kept inspecting the area “your fire extinguishers a too far away and it takes a person too much time to grab one. And you need more.” Then she turned to the Captain “I assume they at least know how to use it…” he nodded.

“Well, that’s a start but we will have refresher session. That never hurts and you guys will have to do it as well.”

He nodded.

“Fine. Take me to hangar bay one.”

“Follow me.” He just said and started walking still thinking about her reaction and was stunned that for a moment she had seemed to care.

The two walked in silence and Aelin followed him looking around the base and noticing things.

Once in the main hangar bay, Whitethorn opened the door and Aelin stood still at the sight. In front of her there were at least ten jets. All painted in the Terrasen green. They were a sight to behold.

“I am not sure I agree with their use but they look majestic.”

The captain nodded while he stood at her side, hands folded behind his back “come.”

He walked to one of the jets, said something to one of the engineers buzzing around it and it was just the two of them “This one is mine.”

Aelin traced her hand to the livery “Iceman?” She asked noticing the word painted just under the canopy.

“My call sign.”

Aelin chuckled “I guess it fits you perfectly.” Then she walked to the stepladder “Can I?” She asked. She was dying to sit in the cockpit. Just for a few minutes. She could not get distracted but she wanted to do it.

The Captain moved closer to her “be careful on the ladder.” She flashed him a smug smile and Whitethorn kept a watchful eye while she climbed turning his head when her backside was basically in his face. Once at the top she climbed over the edge and sat in the cockpit quite skilfully and now she looked down at him with a big grin. His heart jumped. When she smiled she was the most stunning creature he had seen. A brat, but still a gorgeous brat.

A moment later he had noticed she had taken his helmet and was now trying to wear it. He held back a chuckle and climbed the ladder “let me.” He was so close to her that he could smell her scent of lavender and jasmine. He helped her fastening the helmet properly then he turned to some of the dials on the dashboard.

“This is the altimeter” for some reason he leaned forward and started to explain her some of the dials in the cockpit “this is to check the speed and this one tells how many g’s we are pulling. That is—“ but he got interrupted.

“I know what that is Captain. How many g’s do you pull max?”

“9 in a vertical steep ascent, dogfights and in some turns as well. We never sustain it for too long because it’s dangerous.” He leaned on the livery “we wear special suits called G suits that help with the pressure and we undergo a crazy amount of training in the centrifuge and we also have to keep a strict exercise and health regime.”

That, she had noticed the previous day and on a couple of occasions she had imagined the amount of muscles under that uniform of his.

“Let’s get back to work.” She said, saving herself from the strange direction her thoughts had wondered. She stood and the Captain straightened and moved closer to her “be careful, climbing is much easier than coming down.” She turned and gave her back to him and felt a phantom of his hand on her back. He was not touching her but she could feel his hand lingering there, protecting her.

“Ok, one rung at a time.” His tone had changed as well and somehow the iciness had gone “Good, one more and you are there.”

Aelin climbed off the last rung and turned only to crash into his hard chest. She had not realised how close he was standing and when she looked up she met his eyes. They looked brighter and they had a strange light she could not place. As soon as she realised how close they were standing she backed away and for a very brief second she thought she noticed disappointment in his expression.

“Thank you for that Captain. Now I can brag that I sat in a fighter jet.”

He nodded but did not added anything.

They finished inspecting the main hangar and Aelin looked puzzled “How is it possible that this hangar is all up to code and perfect. Such a discrepancy does not make sense.”

“Salvaterre took over from our old CO only six months ago.” He sighed “do you want the diplomatic answer or the actual truth?”

“What do you think?” Her answer was a bit harsher than she intended “Sorry, I did not mean it like that. The truth of course.”

“Our old CO was very much a friend with Havillard senior. And I think politics and money are the answer to your question.”

“I don’t fucking it believe it.” She almost shouted in frustration “so these bastards prefer to save some money and leave a hangar with very little safety?” She leaned against the plane and looked up to try and calm down for a moment “It’s disgusting.”

“We both got new COs who both seem to be more decent individual. Let’s leave the past where it is and fix things from now onwards.”

Aelin smiled at him “this might be one of the wisest thing you said since I met you.”

Whitethorn glared at her but she ignored him.

They spent another hour going around the base and Aelin completed her inspection. There were some issues but all things that could be easily fixed and she was relieved that although the base was not in its best of state it was definitely not as in bad condition as she thought after the disaster in the secondary hangar.

“Captain, that’s me all done. I would like you to come to the station tomorrow so we can discuss an action plan and put forward some ideas for your CO.”

“I can do that. Do you have a preferred time?”

“Would morning at 9am be okay for you or is it too early?”

“It’s fine.”

“Amazing.” Aelin flashed him a very bright smile and then extracted a card from the pocket of her jacket “These are my contact details. If you have any question you can email me or phone me.” She pointed at the card “that is my direct phone number at work. The address of the fire station is on as well.”

The man accepted the card and placed in the trousers pockets of his uniform.

“Well, Captain Whitethorn, thank you for today. And I will see you tomorrow.” She extended her hand and the man took it.

He nodded and in silence he walked her back to the check point. Another nod and he turned on his heels with military precision and walked away.

Aelin stood to study the man for a moment. She found him fascinating. He was still an emotionless prick but there was something that got her attention. She hoped that working together would become easier in the long run otherwise it would be a very long and touch liaison mission.

Eventually she got back in the car and returned to work.

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #rowan x aelin #Lysandra #aedion x lysandra #elide x lorcan #fanfic #Throne of Glass series #angst #modern au

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kuekyuuq · 3 years ago

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Gloria, Jet-lags and Imps [6x11]

Let’s jump right in:

Kinda love how Kara lamp-shaded addressed the fact she didn't tell the gang about her adventures in the PZ. She’s not wrong, tho.

...what do I want to say about Mxy using what's basically a well-known gay-anthem to tell his tale? I mean, it didn’t lead anywhere. The original song is about freeing oneself, liberation, stepping out of a (gone bad) relationship and moving on, stronger for it - empowerment. The only connection I could make, is that originally it was Nyxly’s aim to just do that (freeing herself and her kind from an oppressor), but in the way Mxy performed it, that part of the parallel was long over before he even reached the chorus. It’s also a popular Karaoke song, tho, so... he chose it because it’s catchy? I’ll try not to overthink it for now. At least, the Superfriend’s reactions were fun.

Nia exiting the elevator, "And what's this Old Stone?" I love it when ppl enter a room / situation and pick up on words that they couldn't have possibly heard. I think cinema sins ding such... Are we to assume, she dreamed Mxy's rendition of ‘I will survive’? Or is the elevator not sound-proof at all? (If it’s the latter, Nia later apparently telling Brainy “in private” between scenes / during the elevator ride about her Nyxly adventures, was a silly thing to do.)

So, "Jared" created the ring Old Stone to rule them all, it got shattered into the Paragons totems? Nyxly needs the totems and to get them she needs a crystal which also belonged to "Jared" - who happens to be Mxy's ancestor, which is why she needs Mxy / his blood, too.

I have one important and incredibly relevant question here, tho...

With the introduced imps and their names... Why’s dude named Jared of all things?!

Really, did I mishear that? If so, I’ll leave it as is and never edit, bc that would be hilarious in its own right 😋

...

Not sure what to make about Supergirl paraphrasing a Dirty Dancing quote. "Nobody puts Mxy into a power crystal on my watch." ...is he Baby now? (Seriously, though: Which of the writers thought that was a fitting quote to use in that particular context?)

...now, is the exposition section of the episode over yet?

Sensitive Brainy sensed something was up with Nia. He can relate... Nia doubting Kara would understand, too, is ridiculous. But I get it... insecurities and all. But, I mean, just 5 minutes later Kara announces she wants to save Nyxly despite her wrongdoings. And yet Nia still remains convinced, Kara wouldn’t forgive her own personal mini-me... After having witnessed Kara forgiving Lena for a whole season of the writers being stupid messing up to the nth degree. But I digress, Lena’s Lena.

...how old is Nia meant to be again? Just asking out of completely unrelated curiosity.

F*ck. They really went with NewFoundland...

Imma assume it was an executive choice after realizing they couldn’t find enough actors and actresses with a convincing Irish accent... maybe. Again, no offense to Newfoundland! Just... we got the insinuations of Ireland, not Newfoundland... And truthfully, when I think of magic, Ireland is an easy association. Whereas I only due to this whole debacle learned Newfoundland has Irish ancestry. So, okay, the show forced me to learn something new... I give ‘em that.

An easy journey, she said.

Lena's been off-screen for two whole episodes, Kara announcing at the beginning of ‘Dreamweaver’ [6x09] Lena being “back east” (at least insinuating Lena’s left the west-coast already), which span over at least one full day (feat. a scene at night), and ‘I still rise’ [6x10] at least another a whole day (the whole Nia’s mom back for a day deal). And, now, after at least 48 hours she barely just arrived.

Lemme check how long a regular plane would need to fly from California to NFL......... ... .. .. So... approx. 10 hours with at least one layover.

Yeah, using a private jet made it easier, but apparently also much, much slower...

Or, Lena randomly went some other places / did some sight-seeing in NFL before she decided to finally visit her mother’s hometown... [Either that or the timelines don’t match up and Lena’s scenes are flashbacks of sorts.]

Optimistic and relaxed Lena is a sight to behold. I rewound 3 times, just to enjoy it for as long as possible. We all knew it was going to be short-lived...

Let’s check off a few more items...

OMG, Kara hiding behind Alex at the mere sight of the PZ-projector broke my heart! 😢

"Elisabeth Walsh" is the new 'the one you shall not name'. ...poor Lena. 😭

Oh, so Mxy wants to be Patrick Swayze instead of Baby... gotcha.

...is this going anywhere?

KITTY!!! Okay, this must be the best opponent in the history of CWSG.

Despite the horrible CGI, SG using her heat-vision to project a laser-beam to distract the cat had me in (happy-) tears! 🤣

Gotta love the civilians of National City quickly returning to business as usual once the giant cat is gone. Even the police officers looked rather chill...

Nyxly did look fabulous this episode ^^

Andrea being Lena's rock is both great and annoying. I can't fault Andrea. It's just, that we still have to see an on-screen interaction between Lena and Kara and that bugs the heck out of me. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Andrea.

Nia: "...is my fault." Kara: "Nu, is MY fault!" J'onn: "Stop fighting, kids!" Space-dad has spoken.

Mxy used an LuthorCorp copy machine... and of cos it's faulty. It's not an L-Corp product.

Kara forgiving Nia came as a surprise to her... Oooookay. I mean, the show has been writing Kara a bit inconsistently the past two seasons... so, yeah, maybe being unsure which of her traits apply this week was not such a far stretch...

Maybe it's the hair, but I wished, Florence was played by Alex Kingston.

So, not-Alex-Kingston shows Lena herself with a funny wig and tells her how her mother was still watching her...

If it wasn't for Katie's acting skills (I love her.) I would have already hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Something about these scenes had me constantly cringe and I made it through 5.5 seasons of this show already... Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was highly distracting from the story that explained Lena’s mom was special even to another witch, where there was domestic abuse, and an accidental murder. Y’know, important stuff, deep-cutting stuff!

At least, poor widddle Lena got some closure there. Elisabeth was a good cookie. And filled with magic. And Lena’s gotta have that ‘spark’, too...

....so... Lena’s gonna stay in NFL for how much longer, to train becoming a witch? Please, just hand her a how-to manual and send her back home, to figure it out on her own, please... (Yes, that would be horrible decision-making, but I need her back with the team!)

On to the finish line:

So... Mxy IS Nyxly's brother? Wait, that doesn’t sound right... then Nyxly would have the same blood... Did I miss something? Can someone explain, please? Or is he her ex, and that’s where his rendition of “I will survive” makes sense?

Hnn... I can't help, but think Kara's speech for Nyxly was 85% based on her experiences with Lena in s05.

Awww... he said "stronger together"... Mxy... I hope, you'll be okay!

Lena believes in magic now. And I absolutely love how Lena wants to science magic XD

...but apparently magic isn’t science that hasn’t been explained yet, but parallel... powers? concepts? ether strings?

Nyxly has a loyal henchman now. Which was a bit heavy-handed. Took way too much of screen-time, so it better leads to something interesting.

And Kara is on a warpath now. Wooooot! Girl’s got enough.

...what else?

Did I miss a third Patrick Swayze hint / quote / mention? I learned, these things come in threes... Y’know, basic writing rules...

I guess, for once the episode title was meant to be taken literally, Mxy popping up between characters, to try and help. (I need in-show footage, of Mxy sneaking up on ppl, without his powers, on all fours / crouched, just to get the desired effect.) I mean, I’ve never really watched Malcom, but wasn’t he like what Mxy usually is? A bit of a trouble-maker, prankster, chaos-ensuing wherever he goes? ...well, in that case, the episode title didn’t hold up, as Mxy’s scenes were not fun or really goofy. Yes, there was some superficial humor, but just to serve Mxy dealing with not being able to use his powers, which in turn was only barely scratched at (although it turned out to be his final character development crisis, appreciating not having powers and - in turn - facing consequences for once). Again, a whole lot going on in the episode, so a lot of that may have ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...where’s Kelly? Secretly adopting a kid, maybe?

...Kara’s still a reporter, right? I mean, whenever it serves the immediate plot, yes? ...Not even a throw-away line, that she has to pop up at CatCo for appearances sake? Since Andrea is already upset with her AND looking into her friends’ identities? At least, Kara should take a peek to make sure Andrea hasn’t uncovered anything yet... No?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kue out.

#Supergirl #supercorp #Mxy in the middle #6x11 #mxy #nyxly #lena luthor #magic #lena's mom #fiction dissected #fandom #episode #Nia nal #dreamer #brainy #brainia

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fenheart87 · 4 years ago

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Lukanette prompts #26 (but Luka says it...)

There was always a feeling of calm when he came home, almost nothing was better than touching down in the Paris airport and feeling the stress from touring fall off with every step from the airplane. It had been longer than Luka had liked to be away from his family and really this time he was early, not that he had told his family just yet. Luckily, Penny was the best and booked him a room where he was able to crash for the night and had options for food places nearby as he was sick of hotel room service.

“If you’re fighting with Ma again, I don't want to hear about it.” He answered the phone, knowing it was his sister on the other line.

“No, just talking about your baby pictures.”

“Oh great, you’re being sappy? Do I want to come home in that case?” Luka teased, not meaning a word of it.

“Blame your nephew, he started it.” He choked on air as he heard shuffling before Rose’s voice came through, indicating she had taken over the phone.

“Luka! We got approved for a baby boy! Captain has been a little weepy but like a good weepy because he has the most adorable face and dark hair but with a slight curl and his eyes gosh! They are like the ocean! He really likes your baby pictures, ah I can't wait for you to meet him!” Rose squealed in excitement, risking Luka’s much needed eardrum.

“Wait, wait, how did you get a whole baby?!” the older exclaimed, putting the phone on speaker in an attempt to save his ears.

“Well, two mommies loved each other very much and decided they wanted to share their love with a very special little baby. The two mommies went to meet the baby but on their way they met another precious child and they knew right away that the little boy with hair as dark a night and eyes like the ocean was destined to become part of their family. And after some time of play dates and special trips around the city, the mommies got to take their new son home.” There was some shuffling as Rose was sniffling and his sister murmuring words of comfort to her.

“I wow, congratulations… Another Couffaine huh?”

“Not quite, we still need to finalize some papers and such. We’re meeting up at Marinette’s parent’s bakery, he loves it there. This will be his first overnight stay so we’re excited but nervous because we want him to feel comfortable.”

“I don't think you have to worry, you both have a lot of love to give and worst case, Uncle Luka can come to the rescue.”

“If you were here yeah, rescue us or him depending. Maybe next time.”

“See you can be sappy! I’ve got to get going but do keep me posted, I’ll read my message even if I don’t respond right away.”

“Sure, stay safe and away from crazy fans.”

“Jules, you know we have a dye party set for when I get back. I’ll be fine.”

"Whatever loser."

So change of plans, Luka would get to see his favorite designing baker sooner rather than later which was fine by him. First he needed to wash off the plane smell and find his plain black hoodie, then he would surprise his girls. Plan in mind, Luka grabbed his shaving kit and started the shower. Shucking off his clothes and tossing them into the bag of dirty laundry he would need to do soon, the guitarist Stepped into the Shower to rinse off with Some body wash. Deciding his hair wasn't in need of a washing, Luka quickly got out and toweled off.

Luka watched as Marinette played with Llewellyn. The boy looked so happy to be running around the bakery and picking up speed now that he had some sweets to perk him up. It was kind of eerie to look at said child because Llewellyn was similar in looks to a younger Luka, it was definitely that fate had played a huge hand in guiding the boy to his family. The smiles on his sister's faces were definitely worth it and seeing him he hoped would bring an even bigger smile to them.

"Do you want to color a picture or have more cookies?" Marinette kneeled down to the little boy's height and smiled gently, hoping to ease the sudden anxiety he seemed to be feeling. It really pulled at the guitarist's heartstrings and his body moved to do what needed done before his brain had caught up with it. A soft tune slipped gently from the strings, sneaking by everyone as it blended in the background and caused little shoulders that were scrunched up to slowly relax and fall at ease. Two pairs of blue eyes sought his person but he pretended to not notice as he twined together the gentle melody with the heart songs of those sitting at the table sipping their drinks.

"Luka! You big meanie head!" Rose squealed and carefully tackled her brother in law from behind.

"Hey watch it now, Claire doesn't like the rough treatment."

"Oh hush you! Sneaky little meanie head." The petite blond hugged him even tighter.

"Well since you're here, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" The designer rose from her crouch and turned to the counter, slipping through the gap of the raised counter.

"Ah something warm please and maybe a macaroon or two."

"You got it!" Marinette spun around and reached to grab a mug from the shelf, her shirt sliding to reveal a hint of green and black on her pale skin.

"I uh hey Ma-ma-Marinette uh is that- its okay if I just have a plain cup! I just uh okay please don't punch me too hard but is that a tattoo?! " He could feel his cool factor dying at that moment.

Marinette dropped from her tiptoes to standing normally once more and Luka found he could breathe again as the tattoo went out of sight again. She had always been able to give him a heart attack and the guitarist could already hear the ribbing from his ever lovable sister.

"Oh! Yeah, it was a gift from Nona. You know Nathaniel and Marc’s comic? It’s inspired by Viperion." The petite woman brought over some macaroons and his designated cup with Sabine's special blend. It was like a piece of home and Luka took a large gulp in excitement, "I tend to forget unless I'm in a swimsuit or in the shower."

"Oh Luka!" Rose cried, swatting at Juleka who was laughing and grabbed some napkins to help clean up the tea that her brother had spit everywhere.

"Hey who are you?" The small voice drew the adults attention.

"Well I am called many names but to you, I am Uncle Luka. Juleka is my sister."

“Cap’tin says I look like a little you.”

“Yeah a little bit but just means you were meant to meet us, maybe even be a part of our family if that’s okay with you?” Lka smiled softly, watching the little blue eyes grow wide and a bit sparkly from tears. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Smoke on the water.”

“Oh good choice! And what’s your name?” Luka started strumming the requested song, twisting the notes and improvising some notes as he watched the kid.

“Llewellyn, I’m this many!” The small boy held up six fingers with a big smile.

“That’s a big number.”

“Not as big as your number though… Why is your hair blue? Can I have green hair? Can I play guitar? How do you play it? Is it heavy? Can you sing too? Are you a rockstar? When I’m big, can I be like you?” The young boy fired off, slightly catching Luka off guard and causing the women to laugh.

“Slow down speed racer, deep breath,” the guitarist inhaled slowly and evenly with Llewellyn and released the breath in the same manner before answering, “now isn't that better? Blue is my favorite color, maybe we can have matching green hair for your party. Playing guitar can be tricky but if you want I can show you how, it can be heavy if you hold it too long but then you build up some muscles and it’s not so bad. I can sing but not as good as your Momma Rose. I’m not a big rockstar but when I grow up more I hope to be. And I’d like that but I doubt Momma Jules would like that too much, I drive her crazy.��

“Are you mean to her?” The small boy frowned, scooting back a few steps warily.

“Nope, just silly and it drives your Ma crazy because it happens a lot.” Luka’s honesty and resuming the plucking of his guitar strings to ease the sudden tension. Sharing a fond look with Juleka that they would later deny, the elder male lifted his guitar and removed the strap completely before sliding to the floor. Waving over the young look-alike, he helped to position the guitar and demonstrated how to strum and play different chords before letting the child noodle on the guitar. Luka picked himself up and finished his slightly cold tea before returning the mug to Marinette.

“He’s so happy Luka! Just look at him!” Rose was sniffling and wiping away tears, the reality that Llewellyn was part of their family finally settling in.

“Yeah he fits right in. So now that you found a mini me, with your attitude and shares a whole name with me, are you going to deny that’s why you picked him?”

“Nothing to deny.” Juleka wiped away a few stray tears from her wife’s face and laced their fingers together. “It was meant to be.”

“Calling dad out here Jules.” Luka quirked a brow, ignoring the snort his words caused.

“Calling B.S. huh? Fine, that’s about ninety percent, the other ten is he looks like he could be your kid if a certain designer were the mom.”

His ears were full of cotton and he missed the squeak of surprise because of course, this was Juleka he was talking about, Marinette was coming up behind him and he froze. The slight curl to Llewellyn’s hair was similar to his if he had it shorter, the blue eyes were lighter than his but the shape reminded him of Marinette’s. And judging by the sly look in his sister’s amber eyes and the giggles from his sister-in-law, they had planned this to drop that bomb at some point. That’s what he gets for having a nosy family.

“Unca Luka! My fingers hurt, how do you play for hours ?” Luka turned around as his nephew, that would take some getting used to, groaned.

“Practice and patience.”

“Sounds like good advice for other things.”

“Practice and patience, two very very useful things when it comes to many things.” Luka tried to smile reassuringly at Marinette who was turning an even deeper shade of red and made his way back to Llewellyn, intent on ignoring his scheming sisters and spending the little bit of time left for the day bonding.

#lukanette endgame #lukanette #luka cou #marin #modern au #Fen's Plunny Corner #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #oc

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super-btstrash-posts · 4 years ago

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He’s your best friend who is in love with you and you go through a bad breakup (part two)

This is a continuation of my previous post. Also I realized that I left Namjoon out of the first one so he will get his own imagine. Sorry guys!!

*Seokjin*

We finally got the hospital and Y/N was immediately rushed inside. I was stopped at the entrance.

“We are going to have to do a lot of tests. You need to stay back and fill out some forms. I know that you are worried. We are going to take care of her.”

The nurse says.

I nod. Another nurse comes and hands me a clipboard with a good few pieces of paper. The boys immediately rushed in and to my side. I give them a weak smile.

“Have they said anything?”

Namjoon asks.

I shake my head.

“They made me stay here. They are going to be running some tests.”

I say.

“Okay, just take deep breaths. Everything is going to be okay.”

He says.

“I’m just super worried. You know I love her a lot. I just can’t believe that someone would do something like this to her.”

I say.

He nods. Jeongguk sat down beside me and gave me a tight hug. I am pretty close with Jeongguk so he knows when I need a hug.

We had now been sitting in the waiting room for hours. I looked up when one of the nurses that had taken Y/N back walked through the door. I immediately stand up and rush over to her.

“How is she?”

I ask.

“She has a broken rib that punctured her lung. We placed a drainage tube to get the fluid out. She also had a broken eye socket that will take some time to heal. There’s some cuts and bruises but she will be okay. She is sedated right now because she woke up and had an anxiety attack. You guys can go back and see her. Just keep quiet. She needs rest.”

The nurse says.

I nod. I knew that tears were falling down my cheeks but I didn’t care. I needed to see my best friend. We followed the nurse back to the room. I let out a sob when I saw Y/N hooked up to all of the wires and equipment. I immediately fell into the chair that was beside her bed. The boys all crowded around me, rubbing my back. I could hear sniffles coming from all of them.

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It had been about a week and Y/N was still sleeping. She was on a lot of strong pain medicine so I did not blame her. She is stronger than most people give her credit for. I heard a groan and looked up from my phone. My eyes widened when I saw that Y/N was awake. I immediately pulled her into a gentle hug.

“What happened?”

She asks, voice croaky.

“Your ex boyfriend. I guess he got angry. You’ve been asleep for about a week. You have a broken eye socket, broken rib, and a collapsed lung. The others will be happy that you are awake.”

I say.

“Did you find me?”

She asks.

“Yeah, I was so worried. Why didn’t you tell me that you had a boyfriend?”

I ask.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She says, quietly.

“What do you mean?”

I ask, confused.

“I know that you like me Jin. I just thought that I would never have a chance because I’m not an idol like you.”

She says.

My eyes widen and I walk over to her and cup her cheeks. I gently pressed my lips to hers.

“You silly girl. You’ve always had a chance. I’ve loved you since I first met you.”

I say.

She smiles.

“I love you too.”

She whispers.

*Yoongi*

Y/N has been asleep for a few days. They said that since they bumped her stomach they were putting her on some strong medicines so that she would not be in pain or panic. I wasn’t worried because I know that she needs all the rest that she can get because she hasn’t been doing so lately. I sighed and brushed some lose hair behind her ear. I had braided it out of the way when I got here.

“God, I love you so much. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you.”

I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She groaned softly and her eyes squeezed. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me with her (your eye color) eyes.

“Hey.”

She whispers, looking away from my face.

“Hey yourself. How are you feeling?”

I ask.

“Tired even though I just woke up. I’m sorry.”

She says, bottom lip trembling.

I caught the tear that fell down her cheek with my thumb.

“Hey its okay. I’m here now. I talked to my manager and you are coming back with me on tour once you get out. The tour has been pushed back until then.”

I say.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

She says.

“Yes I did. Y/N you fail to realize how much I care about you.”

I say.

She looks at me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I love you Y/N! That’s what I mean! I’m not going to continue to let you destroy yourself like this. You are more special to me than you will ever realize.”

I say.

She blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears that had started to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m not completely okay right now so I can’t be sure what my feelings are so give me time. I’m sure that my heart will make the right decision.”

She says.

I give her a gummy smile.

“I’m not rushing you. Take all the time you need, I will be right by your side the entire time.”

I say.

She smiles and nods and holds her arms out.

“Cuddles please?”

I chuckle and nod before laying down beside her and pulling her into my side. She cuddles as close as she can and lays her head on my chest. I lightly run my fingers down her back.

“Thank you for being my friend.”

She whispers.

“You never have to thank me.”

I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

*Hoseok*

I ran through the airport bag slung over my shoulder. The boys were rushing behind me. The cops had gotten there just in time and Y/N was placed on suicide watch at a local hospital in Seoul.

“Hoseok, slow down just a little bit. Yoongi and Jimin have to catch up.”

Namjoon says.

I sigh and stop waiting for everyone to catch up. Everyone gets caught up, breathing heavily. We then walk quickly to the plane that I had been prepared for us. The tendants were waiting for us and helped us get everything set up.

“I’m going to release a statement on twitter. Our manager asked me too. How specific do you want it to be?”

Namjoon asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Just say that I have a family emergency. I don’t want everyone to worry about her. They know how much that she means to each and everyone of us.”

I say.

He nods. He then places a hand on my shoulder.

“She is going to be okay Hoseok-ah. She’s strong and your her sunshine.”

He says.

I nod.

“I know I just love her so much. She doesn’t deserve any of this. He didn’t deserve her.”

I say.

“I know Hoseok. You are going to help her a lot.”

He says.

I nod. I sit down in my seat and pulled out my headphones. It was going to be a long ride back to Seoul so I might as well and try to get some sleep while I can.

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We made it to the hospital where Y/N was staying. We walked inside and walked to the ward that she was staying at. She was only allowed to have one visited at a time because they didn’t want her to become overwhelmed. I walked into her room and she rushed over to me and threw her arms around my neck. I could feel her body shaking with sobs. I hug her tightly and bury my face into her neck.

“It’s going to be okay Jagiya.”

I whisper.

She shakes her head.

“It’s not okay because I hurt you.”

She says.

“It’s okay. Sometimes you hurt someone you love and that’s okay.”

I say.

She looks up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Can I stay with you?”

She asks.

I could feel my heart race. We had never spent nights together but I knew that she would not want to be alone when she got out of here.

“Of course. The tour is going to be pushed back a while until you can be released. If you want to come with us then I’ll talk to my manager and see what I can do.”

I say.

“You didn’t have too.”

She whispers, playing with the collar of my T-shirt.

“The boys agreed that it was a good idea.”

I say, brushing a hand through her hair.

She nods and presses her face into my chest.

“I’m glad that I have you.”

She whispers.

*Jimin*

I had been waiting outside of the emergency room for hours. My plane had landed around 3 am and I immediately headed to the hospital. They hadn’t told me anything other than she had a surgery due to internal bleeding and was now in a medically induced coma. They wouldn’t tell me anything else other than she was stable. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

“She’s going to be okay.”

Taehyung says.

The cops come over to me.

“Did you know that Miss (Your Last Name) had a boyfriend?”

He asks, notepad and pen in hand.

“She told me that she was seeing someone but she never told me who he was.I hadn’t met him yet. I’ve been out of town for work. They had just gotten together when I left.”

I say.

He nods, writing it on his notepad.

“Did she seem off at any time? Like something was wrong?”

He asks.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

“No! That’s the thing. If something was happening she never let it show. She hid it really well.”

I say.

He nods.

“Okay, well if you hear anything please let us know.”

He says.

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I looked up when someone busted into the emergency room door. It was Y/N’s other best friend. She immediately ran over to me.

“How is she?”

She asks, sitting down beside me.

“They haven’t told anything to me.”

I say.

“I really can’t believe this.”

She says.

“Did you know the boyfriend?”

I ask.

She sighs and nods.

“Sadly. He was sketchy. They met through class. She knew that I was worried but she said that everything was going well.”

She says.

“The cops are looking for more information. When they come back you should probably talk to them so that they can catch this guy.”

I say.

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They had finally let me back to see Y/N. They had moved her up to the ICU. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

“She is in a very fragile state but we got the bleeding stopped. The rest is up to her.”

The nurse says.

“Can I see her?”

I ask, voice cracking.

“Of course. Try talking to her. She will be able to hear you even if she isn’t awake right now.”

She says.

I nod and slowly go into the room. I gasped when I saw her. She had all kinds of wires attached to her body and she was hooked up to a ventilator. I walked over to her bedside and sat in the chair that was there. I took her hand in mine and pressed a kiss to it.

“Hey there jagi. They say that you can hear me so if you can, you have to wake up. We need to get all of this straighten out. I will figure out who did this to you and they will pay for it. They hurt the one that I am in love with and I don’t take something like that lightly either. From now on, it’s just me and you against the world.”

I say.

*I’m going to make another part for this. It’s going to get long*

*Taehyung*

You and Taehyung were outside of the clinic that you had been staying in. They had finally let you outside for some fresh air. You and Taehyung had found some yoga mats so you decided to do some breathing exercises and maybe some yoga as well. You had been feeling better than you had in months. Taehyung and the boys had decided to reschedule the tour until you got completely better and you really appreciated it.

“So how have the therapy secessions been going?”

He asks.

“Pretty good. We have been going through some of the stuff that happened during my relationship and I’m starting to see how toxic that it actually was. Being here has really helped a lot.”

You say.

“I’m glad that you are feeling better. You really worried me you know. I love you and it scared me.”

He says.

You sigh and nod.

“I know. I can’t give you what you want right now and for that I’m sorry. I need to learn to love myself before I can give love to someone else. He really did a number on my confidence and I don’t want you to have to deal with that.”

You say.

He nods.

“I understand. I’m not going to force anything on you. Take all the time that you need.”

He says.

“So Christmas is coming up soon. Are you and the boys going to do anything special since you are going to be home?”

You ask.

He shrugs.

“My parents are going to be coming up from Daegu. They want to check up on me. We will probably just go and get something to eat from a restaurant.”

He says.

“Well, the clinic is actually doing a dinner for everyone’s family that can come. I thought that maybe you and the boys wanted to stop by for a little while. I miss being with all of you at one time.”

You say.

He smiles.

“I’ll talk to the boys and see if they want to come. I know that they are going to be staying in Seoul because we have some work to do the day after Christmas.”

He says.

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Today was the day of the Christmas dinner. Taehyung said that all of the boys were going to be able to come. You were excited because you haven’t seen all of them at the same time in ages. You were also excited because you were going to be able to be released by spring and you wanted to tell all of them at the same time. You smiled and sat your brush to the side and brushed out the end of your red skirt.

“Your friends are here. They are in the family room. They are excited to see you.”

Your nurse says.

You smile and make your way to the room. You grinned when you saw all of the boys. You rushed over to them and they pulled you into a group hug.

“How have you been?”

Jimin asks, a smile on his face.

“Good. I actually have a surprise for you all.”

You say, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Well, let’s hear it.”

Jin says, smiling.

“I get out in the Spring!”

You say, a big smile on your face.

Taehyung hugs you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“That’s amazing! When did you find out?”

He asks.

“Last week at my therapy session.”

You say.

He giggles hugs you tightly again.

“I can’t wait.”

He says.

*Jeongguk*

Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair that had grown out a little too long for his taste. He had stayed in his room for two weeks after you had woken up and didn’t know who anyone was.

“Jeongguk, I fixed lunch do you want something?”

Jin asks, sticking his head in the door.

I sighed and shook my head.

“I’m not hungry. Have the doctors called?”

I ask, blanket over my head.

“No. They said they would call when something changed. She is still calling out for her mom when she isn’t sedated. They don’t want to tell her anything to quickly and cause her to go into shock.”

He says.

I sigh and feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“If I sent a CD with you or Namjoon can you give it to her?”

I ask.

They were the only ones that Y/N remembered because they had been friends since before her mother passed away so she remembers them. I sighed and adjusted myself on the mattress. I knew that I should get up and take a shower, wash the sheets but I couldn’t bring myself to get up. My heart hurts. I knew that she needed time but I need her.

“Get up and take a hot shower. It’ll help.”

Jin says, coming to sit beside me on the bed.

“Yeah I probably should. I should also probably wash the sheets as well.”

I say, running a hand through my hair.

“Take a shower and I’ll leave some food in the microwave for you. Jimin and Taehyung are downstairs and Hobi is at the studio. Me and Namjoon are going to go and check up on Y/N.”

He says.

I nod and take the blankets off. My wrinkled clothes making me sigh. I got some fresh clothes and made my way to the bathroom. I turn the shower on and let it warm up while I run my hairbrush through my hair. I also brushed my teeth since I hadn’t done it today. The bathroom had started to slowly fill with steam. I undressed and got inside showering quickly. I got dressed and made my way downstairs. Jimin and Taehyung looked up at me in surprise. I get the food in the microwave and deem it still warm enough to eat. I walk into the living room.

“Can I sit with you guys?”

I ask, quietly.

“Of course!”

Jimin says, tucking his feet under him so that I could sit.

I eat quietly and place the bowl on the table. I felt a bit better after eating and showering.

“How are you feeling?”

Taehyung asks, quietly.

“I’m okay. I miss her.”

I say, voice quiet.

“We miss her too.”

Jimin says, cuddling into my side.

*okay so I will have to also make another post for Jeongguk’s because it won’t let me make any more paragraph spaces or whatever.

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #btsfanfic #junghoseok #bts reactions #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jeongguk

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musicallisto · 4 years ago

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without fail tag

THE “WITHOUT FAIL” TAG — List five things that you, WITHOUT FAIL, weave into or explore in your stories, whether it be specific themes or tropes, character archetypes, allusions to other literary works, what have you! It really can be anything that you consistently include in your narratives for whatever reason. Then invite others to share theirs by tagging them!

I was tagged by @deadlymodern - thank you so much for tagging me, this tag is amazing and I loved reading your answers! I can tell you have a very thorough approach to your writing & themes, it’s so cool!

(tagging people at the bottom of the post if you want to skip)

1. flowers, skies & words

grouping them together since they're all related to a wider, general literary device: symbols and allegories in my stories. Without fail, I’ll always use flower symbolism to evoke certain themes, places, characters... withered petals for death, blossoms for youth, you name it, it’s probably been in one of my stories. just consider my main WIP’s title, The Grave of Roses (Le Tombeau des Roses). It’s a little basic, and has been used time and time before in literature, but I still love it.

Other elements that often make it into my stories as symbols are planes (because I love aviation obviously, but also as a symbol of breaking free, independence, of man’s domination on mortality, what with having tamed the skies, but also his frail condition and how everything hangs on a thread). Also, the sky is pretty.

And lastly, words, stories, novels always have their place in my stories, and more often than not one of my characters is a writer, or someone who uses words and stories as some kind of comfort, outlet, or a driving force.

At its [the tombstone] foot, below the name, red roses piled up, enough of them to cover ten graves. A single vermilion bud, a wind-swept poppy, clashed with the rest of the bouquet, and Samuel knew that it was William's children who had placed it there. Only they knew that he didn't even like roses anymore, and that he would come to lay poppies on his father's memorial every time he returned to London...

The tomb was both smaller and prettier than Samuel imagined, less opulent than England would have wanted to give its precious child. The morning sun, like a caress, illuminated the epitaph, a Latin verse that Samuel had known in the past. “Bury me southward,” he heard William say so clearly that he almost turned around, "so that I can look at England and France in the same breath." His name, however, was drenched in full light, facing east, and inexplicably this saddened Samuel.

“And there it is... it's pretty, don't you think? I don't know if he would have liked it... You probably know it better than I do...”

“And why do you care about that, huh? You don't even believe in God.” “He's a writer. He believes in symbols.” “He believes in vanity, alright.”

“I think he would have liked it anyway,” he nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to the lonely poppy. (Translation)

2. parental roughnesses

this was bound to come, because I feel like we were all pretty fucked up at some point in our lives from our upbringing. I didn’t go for straight up “parental issues” because I don’t deal with like, abusive or absent parents or anything, just complicated relationships between parents and their children, but who still love each other. Oftentimes it has to do with one of the children idealizing the heck out of their parent and slowly realizing that they make mistakes and are not a hero at all, and/or unmeetable expectations and parental pressure. but it’s not like I’m projecting or anything lol

“You never knew Father, William,” Grace stopped him immediately [...]. “Don't you dare pretend you know what it's like.”

“Growing up without a father is not necessarily better than losing him in childhood! Everyone here has suffered from his disappearance, Grace. You have no idea how much I miss him, despite never meeting him. But that's all in the past now. And there's no reason for there to be another war.”

“Of course there is!” she retorted ferociously, despite the tears spilling from her eyes. “Of course there is, and they're going to send you there like Father, and you'll want to play hero like Father, and then you'll get shot down like a dog! Where's it going to be this time, huh? Above Luxembourg, just like him, or maybe somewhere in your beloved France?” (Translation)

3. patriotism

One way or another, all my stories always deal with patriotism, nationalism, pride in one’s country and more broadly speaking one’s relationship to it. It questions what it means to belong to a country, to share one culture, one language; does it justify acting in the benefit of one’s country, and where do you draw the line before you intentionnally harm others’; what even is a country, a nationality, and it what sense do you belong to one, and what do you owe it, if you even owe it anything? Is it wrong or right to feel love and attachment to your place of origin? And what does it mean to fight for your country, for its values, for its people? & other things of the like. It probably stems from my own experience as a binational person; growing up, I was always asked stuff like “but who do you root for in a football game” “but are you like really French or not?” “if Spain and France got into a war what would you do?”, and this all lead me to question “am I more French or am I more Spanish - which one am I, and which one would others perceive me to be - do I need to pick a side? And how can I express my affection to these places that raised me both differently, without undermining the other - or others? can I still be proud of my heritage given the horrors my countries have committed in the past?”. I still haven’t found a definitive answer, so my writing is just me throwing trails out to the world and hoping I’ll figure it out someday. that’s why my stories often have a war setting; firstly I just love historical fiction, and secondly it’s the perfect backdrop for all these questions to unfold.

William laughed at the idea - he, a true Frenchman! It was a very silly thought. He may have loved what he had seen of Charlotte's country, but England was not to be ashamed of any other land, for it was the only one he would love until his last breath. (Translation.)

4. just a hint of supernatural

I love me a good ghost story, and I’m a fan of everything spooky, but what’s subtly spooky, and not the gory, in-your-face horror. This particular theme may have increased since I saw The Haunting of Hill House which completely OBLITERATED ME with how it uses the house and its ghosts to tell a story of family and trauma and memories... but I’ve loved ghost stories forever. Another piece that truly resonated with me was One Hundred Years of Solitude (Cien años de soledad) by Gabriel García Márquez. It was my first dive into the world of magical realism and I didn’t make it out of there the same person I was when I entered. This one is not necessarily included in every piece without fail, because some are just too anchored in reality, but if it’s not a straight-up spirit or an otherworldly creature, I’ll always find a way to include an aspect of superstition, a myth, a legend, a tale from faraway that is neither proved nor disproved throughout the story. It truly adds to the atmosphere of the world, even in a very realistic and gritty setting, I believe.

I hear murmurs of legends among the soldiers. [...] One of those stories caught my attention, I must admit... It is not very special, nothing more than a children's tale, but I thought it was beautiful enough to please your Romantic soul. Some pilots speak of a cemetery, somewhere in the countryside north of London, which has something mystical about it, lost in the flowers that sway as far as the eye can see, in the calm rhythm of the wind, wrapped in the heady scent of eternal spring, and where the bravest warriors would go to rest forever, tired of their exploits and the continual explosions. No one knows exactly where it is or what to do to be buried there, but this beautiful image simply floats like a dream in the minds of many and, I confess, in mine as well since I first heard about it.

It is said that there only flowers dare to disturb the heroes in their sleep... This fragment of silence is called the Grave of the Roses.

So if I were to leave you, if you were to hear that I am gone...

With a bit of luck, that is where you will find me.

5. love

this one is broader and less obvious than you might think. Of course, I’ll always, always implement an element of romance to my story (and more often than not it’s angsty with star-crossed lovers or insurmountable obstacles or forbidden romances and whatnot), but there’s more to it. I don’t think I have ever written a story that is entirely grim and bleak, simply because I do not believe the world is built like that. I’ve said time and time again that love is my favorite thing in the world, and I believe it is the force that drives us all forward and connects us all together; love is, to me, the truest power of humanity, and its inherent purpose. And love covers all subjects and all types of relationships, but my absolute favorite ways to explore and show love in my stories is through long-lasting, rock-solid friendships (because friendships are often overlooked both in fiction and real life), and just a grandiose love letter to humanity as a whole. I’m an optimist, and many people who have suffered more than I have would deem me naive for thinking this - and I cannot blame them -, but as Anne Frank put it more bravely than I ever could, “despite everything, I still think humans are good at heart”. My stories are always born out of love and made for love. For the love of humanity and kindness and literature and love of myself, too, because sometimes I just like rereading the words and thinking, “wow, I’ve made it this far. look at me go.” In a word, yes, I would say that is what it boils down to; my work, but also what I hope my entire life and being will be. An ode to love.

“He admired you and truly loved you, you know. You were a good leader, I'm sure, and a good friend, above all.”

He thought she was going to put her hand on his shoulder, and prepared to bend to avoid it, but instead she came to rest on the polished marble of the tomb, which was already beginning to erode at the corners. The soft light bathed her hand, and Samuel's on the other corner, still resting above William's surname, the only thing he had been proud of from beginning to end.

“And I loved him too. I loved them all. If you only knew...”

well, I got carried away, as I always do when talking about my writing, but it made me miss it so much. I haven’t worked on any of my projects since literally October and I’m feeling the void rn. anyway, thank you again for enabling me to ramble about what I love most, Thais! and I’m tagging @softeninglooks, @lxncelot, @myriadimagines, @swanimagines & @randomfandomimagine + plus any writer who wants to talk about their marvelous work <3

#tag game #mywriting #long post #writing #ltdr

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fandom-collective-writers · 5 years ago

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Reader x Jihyun Kim {MysMes} - Letters to Heal a Broken Heart

Title: Letters to Heal a Broken Heart Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jihyun Kim Genre: bittersweet? romance Warnings: spoilers for his good ending! Intended Gender Audience: Neutral Audience Word Count: 2040 words POV: second person Other comments: no smut but im proud of this! please note that everything with the push back is a letter! i think its pretty clear, but i wanted to make sure it’s understood <3 Written by: @mythiica Req:

Dear –

I’ll admit, it feels a bit strange writing a letter for you, but my therapist recommended it. He told me to explain my emotions with words, saying it would help me become more confident.

See, the reasoning behind it, at least from what I remember, is that there is no pressure to think quickly. Writing allows a flow, a sense of movement between the words before you pick which one you wish to use. Talking is different because it follows a completely contrasting rhythm. To keep a conversation going, you have to speak rather quickly so the person stays engaged in the topic.

It’s all really interesting, and my therapist has given me a book over the fundamentals of other practices like this. I read half of it on the plane to Japan.

To clarify, I’m writing this from my hotel room in Tokyo. I landed a few hours ago and the jet lag has yet to hit me, so I decided to take advantage of this time to write.

I think you’d like it here – the sakura are in full bloom and I have three days dedicated to photographing the sea of pinks as they ripple in the wind. Until now, I’ve only seen pictures of the famous parks, and I never thought that I would be able to witness them in person.

I didn’t think I’d

I never conside

Ah, I should mention, I’m not allowed to erase or cross out sentences I start. Another confidence booster? It’s a bit sillier, but it’s meant to force me to say what is on my mind, rather than letting it fester. I’ll try again:

During my years under Mint Eye, my vision was narrowed, and I had only one duty. However, I am learning to broaden my horizons and expand my mind to encompass everything. The urge to explore bubbles in my chest, waiting for the moment to come out. There are so many chances to do anything, and I’ve got all the time to do all of it.

I’ve also realized that I went over my word limit. I have to stick to 300 words or under. Confidence booster #3! Express yourself with less words. Take a guess of how many times I’ve opened the thesaurus, looking for better synonyms for words? At least seven times in the past five minutes. It’s crazy!

For now, I’ll sign this off and try better next time.

よりご多幸を祈って

Jihyun Kim

PS, I’m practicing my Japanese! That says best wishes… I think.

नमस्कार

Hello and greetings from India! I took a long nap on the plane, and forgot to write. Although I’m only passing through, I ate some delicious food (that I should really try to replicate for you). India is absolutely beautiful – from the sunrises to the bustling markets to the colorful fabrics hung at every corner. I’ll inhale the air and smell six things at once, albeit, not all of them are the best, but I embrace it nonetheless.

More about what I’ve been doing: funnily enough, my phone died on the bus ride, but I made a new friend named Sunmi, and she was kind enough to lend me her charging cable. Instead of ending the interaction there, we spoke for a few hours at least. I learned she was traveling with her friends on a photography excursion. She gave me all the information, and I’d like to look into it when I have wifi again.

You wouldn’t believe what they’ve seen! Last year they went to Antarctica through South America. She got to pet a penguin! Apparently the company also takes people to Greenland and New Zealand – some places I’ve been dreaming of visiting since I was a young boy.

I’ll use my last 100 words to mention that… I’ve gotten a bit homesick. I miss the RFA – well, the people from the RFA minus…

Don’t tell Jumin about the company though, he’ll insist on flying me around with his private jet. I want to experience for myself. Saeyoung is somehow messaging me when I don’t have service? I don’t… understand. Anyways, I also saw Zen landed a huge international role (someone had a magazine on the plane). Otherwise, I hope Jaehee and Yoosung are well. And Elizabeth the 3rd of course. Send them my wishes.

I didn’t forget about you though! The keychain you gave me reminds me of home every day. It might have lost an eye, but I found a button and stitched it on. And I also wanted to ask you–

Ah, I’m over again.

Next time.

Jihyun Kim

Iyi günler! I am in Turkey now and actually writing this on a boat. The sun is setting over the horizon, making the sky change colors with every passing minute. It’s breathtaking, but I wish you were here with me. The other passengers and I take turns standing at the front of the boat, and I sometimes linger, trying to take pictures.

Good news! My vision is getting better. I’ve been taking some Greek herbal remedies, and the seem to be helping. Either that, or they have a wonderful placebo effect. Has that ever happened to you? To think something is working, but you’re just imagining things?

I apologize, maybe that stirred bad memories for you.

Back to Turkey: I stepped out of my comfort zone and spent a night camping. Honestly? I was terrified of doing so, but now I want to do it every night. It is the perfect temperature for hiking, even though I am a bit sunburned.

So many people have been commenting on my hair. Good things mostly, and I started styling it with a bit of gel to keep it out of my eyes. It feels good to look people directly rather than through a curtain.

What are you up to? Hosting anymore parties? I imagine that you are keeping busy, as always of course. My therapist said it would be best to wait messaging you until I return home. I nearly called you a week ago, but I didn’t want to break my vow. It’s like lying to myself, and I know better than that now.

Still, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

Sending love,

I’m genuinely angry, but writing to you always calms me. Someone stole my bag – I luckily didn’t have much in it, but your keychain… can you make me a new one please? Now that I don’t have it, it’s almost like I’ve lost a part of you. It hurts a lot, but then I wonder if I am being silly. It’s just a keychain.

Otherwise, France is nice. I didn’t want to go to Paris, so instead I traveled through the countryside to visit a few wineries.

Yes, I did… drink a bit, but I wasn’t impaired when my bag was stolen!

You would laugh at me if I told you what happened, so I will save the story for another time. Before coming to France, I went through Germany and visited some of the most beautiful castles I’ve ever seen. They all looked like they could be straight from a fantasy movie set, and I was convinced one – Neuschwanstein Castle – actually was.

I’ve barely written anything despite so much happening.

I got a haircut (finally), because it was becoming a hassle to tie it back at night.

One evening, I fed some stray cats and they followed me home.

And a drunk (?) tried to play cards with me. But he didn’t have cards. He was dealing an imaginary deck.

Other stories will have to wait until I see you again, and I feel better now. It’s okay to be upset, but it won’t hinder my trip any more.

Je t'aime,

Jihyun

Alaska doesn’t have a night.

That’s not exactly true, but it’s basically true. The hotel has special curtains that block the light, and it is only dark for a few hours.

It has been many miles since I last wrote, but I was caught up in visiting show after event after party after exhibit through America. Their art has given me a new perspective on point of view and emotions, so I hope that the ten camera chips I’ve filled with photographs will be able to convey the same sense of awe.

I’ve also been mistaken for an idol? Like – multiple times. Interesting to say the least, maybe I’ll say yes to the next person that asks. What should my stage name be? I’ll spare you the embarrassment and not share my ideas. They are all very silly and no one would believe me if I told them my name was Cam Ra. Do you get it? It’s bad, I know.

I’ll be returning home soon, unless I get distracted or impulsive and go down to California and Hawaii before coming back. I want to – it doesn’t feel right to return just yet. But that doesn’t mean anything about you!

Really, I think about you and everyone else each day.

Have you met new people? We’ll exchange so many stories…

See you soon,

J K

You pace around, waiting for the last guest on the list to appear. The party started an hour ago, but he still has not arrived. Then again, it has been three months since anyone heard a whisper from V, and you start to lose hope. Swallowing hard, you remind yourself that V is having a wonderful time exploring the world and finding himself.

Taking a handful of your dress, you turn and head through the doors to the main room. Jumin tries to pull Saeyoung away from Longcat, Yoosung explains his most recent surgeries to a group of nurses from his work place, and Jaehee receives many compliments for her majestic cake.

Everyone is happy and has moved on.

You hope V has too.

Maybe all the wishing and praying finally paid off, because you hear his familiar voice calling out behind you. It’s a long shot, but you turn around nonetheless, thinking it is a different guest.

Instead, you see Jihyun, wearing the most dazzling smile you’ve ever seen, running towards you. He’s carrying a folder filled with papers, but that doesn’t stop him from embracing you. He smells rugged, like his voyage has transformed him, but you rather like it.

“Jihyun!” You melt against his hug. “You’re.. Here… you’re here!”

Your squealing draws everyone’s attention, but he focuses on you and only you. “Of course I’m here. I missed you more than I can verbalize.”

His stance is open, welcoming, and confident, much different from two years ago. He is a different person now, brave and proud. Jihyun offers you the folder. It is strange to gift something in the middle of a party, but you accept it anyways, happy he has returned.

Jihyun’s heart races as he explains. “I wrote you letters every time I went somewhere new. These are just a few of them, really I have so many. But each shows something I’ve learned.” He takes a breath and laces his fingers with yours. “This is sudden, and I’m sure you will need time to think about it, but I’m trying something new: asking without being afraid. Over the past two years, I’ve… longed for you. Art has shown me the power of friendship, joy, perseverance, and most importantly, dedication. I want to dedicate my art to you, if you’ll stand by my side.”

You can’t find the words to express yourself because you are so awestruck. He truly has changed, but he has embraced himself and his life. Tears start to roll down your cheeks from the overwhelming surge of emotions. Jihyun brushes them away and presses his forehead to yours.

“I still have much to learn, but I want to do it all with you.”

“I’d like that a lot, Jihyun,” you whisper, captivated by his intense gaze.

“And I can finally say this without fear–”

You tip your head up, and Jihyun kisses you the next moment. His lips are chapped and the warmth radiating from his skin envelops you. He doesn’t need words to communicate it, because you understand perfectly what he is trying to say.

#mysmes #mystic messenger #mysmes v #mysmes jihyun #jihyun kim

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ddaengsopemin · 5 years ago

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Worlds Away - Ch 4 (Final)

Genre: Online Dating!AU - Smut & Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Language, Slight Dom/Sir kink. Let me know if I am missing anything! ^^;

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

A/N: Well….This took so much longer than it should have to be finished. I got a random burst of inspo, so I hope you like it. Thank you for giving the rest of the chapters so much love. ^^ (Any quotes in italics is being spoken in Korean)

Four years.

It had been four long years since the day Jimin stepped over the threshold of your small apartment and walked away.

You would have been lying to yourself if you said it was easy to let him walk away. Easy to not pack up your things and take the next flight to Korea. No, it wasn’t easy. It was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, as you closed your door behind him and cried harder than you ever thought you had in your life.

Not much had changed between the two of you, other than the heightened sexual tension, and even worse, the longing to be in each other's arms once again. You still spoke over skype every day, and every once in a while you would join him and Taehyung for a round or two of video games. Before your job and your intense studies sucked you in like a black hole.

There was one thing that had changed since Jimin left, and that was within yourself. You were firm in your decision to change your major half way through your freshman year of university. Moving from a business major, to a linguist major had been fairly easy, since it was your first year and you were only working on your basics. Your counselor raised her eyebrows so far when you told her you were going to specialize in Korean that you thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head, as it was not an often occurrence for the language to be chosen. Most students chose French, or Spanish when entering this field. But, you had made your decision and you were sticking with it no matter who tried to detour you.

At first, learning the alphabet and how to pronounce the words had seemed daunting, but once you got into the flow of it it was like second nature. The letters and syllables forming the words roll off your tongue as if it was your native language. After receiving the highest marks of your class, you graduated Summa Cum Laude. Walking the stage to receive your diploma was the happiest you had been in those 4 years. As you looked over to where your parents said they were sitting, and met their gleeful, cheering faces, you felt your heart sink and your smile falter. Jimin wasn’t there. He should have been there. Cheering for you alongside your parents. You understood, however. Things were tight with his schedule, as the boys had come a long way since you started dating. He was very busy, and you knew that. It still did not stop your heart from longing for him to be there. You nodded to yourself, thinking the long haul was over, and now was the beginning of your lives together.

Your parents were thrilled, as were your closest friends. All of you were sitting around the table of your favorite restaurant, chowing down on some appetizers.

“Y/N.” You mom called your attention from the plate you were zoning out on. “When will you be leaving?”

“Ah. My flight takes off in a week. I figured that would be enough time to get everything I need in order.” You nodded.

“Have you found a place to live?” Your best friend chirps from beside you.

“No.” You sigh. “That has been the most difficult part, unfortunately.”

She pursed her lips and nodded, you looked up just in time to see the concern passing over your mom’s face before quickly disappearing. “I will make sure I secure a place before I leave, so you guys do not have to worry about that.”

“Okay!” Your best friend held a thumbs up before turning to continue the conversation going on with the rest of your friends.

“Just don’t let anyone take advantage of you while you are there.” Your father gruffed. “I still do not like that we have not met this Jimin, but you are moving across the globe to be with him.” He was almost pouting at this point.

“Dad, don’t worry about me.” You said as you grasped his hands in yours. His thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands. “I will call you both every chance I get, and you can come visit me whenever you want. I will scold Jimin for you for not visiting last time he was in your area.” You smirked, a devilish gleam behind your eyes.

Your dad chuckled as he let go of your hands. “You were always a tough girl. You can’t blame me for worrying.”

You nodded as your plates heaped with food were placed in front of you, the rest of dinner going by filled with laughter and reminiscing on various memories throughout your life.

As you were all leaving the restaurant, you hugged your mother and your father tightly. Thanking them for everything, and promising to visit them as often as you could. You did the same to your friends, lingering a little longer when it came to your best friend. You cried as you hugged her, thanking her over and over for being in your life. She pulled apart from you, wiping your tears.

“This isn’t goodbye, silly. I will still text you everyday, and will come visit when I can. You best do the same for me! Okay?” You nodded and brought her back into your embrace. Only letting go once her Uber arrived and you were forced to leave each other.

“One last thing,” She yelled, one foot in the car. “You tell Park Jimin if he ever hurts you, it’s not hard to get a flight to Korea!”

You laughed, wiping more tears that fell from your eyes. “I will! I love you!”

“I love you too!” She said as she got into the car. Blowing you a kiss and waving through the open window.

Crazy girl….She’s going to get into so much trouble without me… You thought as you made your way to your own apartment.

-1 week later-

You slipped your cab fare into the driver’s hand as you tugged your backpack over your shoulders and made your way inside the airport. You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to secure a place to live and movers that would have all of your belongings in your apartment in time of your arrival. You had also been offered a job at a company almost as soon as you woke up the day after your graduation. Your salary was much, much higher than you had expected, as it was difficult to find linguists who would move to Korea. They would be paying you more than enough for your expenses, and you would have lots of play money left over. That did mean that you would have to be on call at all times since you were fluent in English, and would have to account for time differences.

Your parents bought you a first class ticket, among other things for your new apartment, as a graduation present. What you didn’t expect, was for them to buy you a pod of all things! You would have been perfectly comfortable in a regular seat, but now that you were here and saw everything that came with the pod seating, you happily accepted their gift.

The long flight went by without any issues. You mainly slept, but spent your time eating and watching movies where you were awake. You were surprised when the pilot called for all passengers to return to their seats and prepare for landing, as you did not think that much time had passed.

Thanking the flight attendants as you walked off the plane, you secure your backpack and took a deep breath, heading to baggage claim. Finding your bags was rather easy, as they were bright pastel blue and purple.

There was a line of taxis outside the airport, eagerly awaiting passengers needing a ride. You hopped into the nearest one and gave the driver your address. He said it wouldn’t be a long drive, as you bucked up and nodded at him with a smile.

As he drove you took in the sights of Seoul. It was much more beautiful than you had ever imagined. The bright blue sky, further illuminated by the sun beaming down on the tall skyscrapers, basking in its warmth.

“May I roll down the window?” You asked.

“Of course, my car is yours while you are here.” The driver responded.

As you rolled down your window the spring air whipped around your hair. You took in a deep breath and smiled. Letting go of all the stress and heartache the last 4 years had brought you. You were glad it was all over, but now the real stress of a new job begins. A thought you didn’t dwell on for long, as the excitement of being in a new city, and so close to Jimin was stronger. Much stronger.

The driver pulls up to your apartment and helps you get your bags out of the trunk.

“Thank you.” You said to him with a slight bow, he returned the gesture and told you to have a good day.

Typing in the code your landlord gave you, you opened your apartment door to all of your belongings neatly placed in their respective areas, according to what was written on their box. You sighed as you walked into your new home. A closet for your jacket on the left, and a rack for your shoes on the right. You took off your shoes and put on your slippers as you reached out and ran your fingers along the counter to your left, the kitchen sitting on the other side of that counter. To your right, your TV had been neatly mounted to the wall, built in bookshelves framing it on either side. Straight ahead down a small hallway and to the left was the door to your bathroom. A normal bathroom as any, but what made your heart swell was the his and hers sinks. You pictured yourself standing next to Jimin, brushing your teeth getting ready for your day. At night, sloppily trying to take off your clothes between heated kisses, trying to stumble over each other to get into the shower. Shaking your head and tapping your now heated cheeks you closed the door and stepped into what would be your bedroom. To your left stood a door that led into your bathroom. A little bit further to your left was the door to your closet, again it wasn’t anything too special. The flutters returned to your heart at the thought of Jimin’s clothes being nestled tightly next to yours. In the center of your room was your bed. Side tables and dresser being placed exactly where you would have put them if you had moved them yourself.

“Wow...they really didn’t have to go to this much trouble….” You whispered as your hand ran along your dresser, looking at your TV that had been mounted just like the one in your living room. You spoke a quiet thank you to whomever was listening that the kind movers did this, as you did not think you would have been able to do it yourself. To the right of your bed was a sliding door that led out to a small balcony. The view from your balcony almost took your breath away. Since your company was paying you much more than you had expected, you decided to splurge a little on an apartment almost smack dab in the center of Seoul, and if you looked to the left you had a nice view of the mountains outside of the bustling city.

You turned around and walked back into your apartment, throwing yourself on your bed letting the sleep that was nudging at the back of your mind since you walked into your apartment take hold, falling into a deep sleep without the weight of school, jobs, or the move slipping from your shoulders as you inhaled deeply.

When you woke up, the sun had already set. Stretching your limbs, groaning as your muscles tightened, and your bones cracked. You looked at your phone, eyes widening at the 20 text messages from Jimin, and the 5 missed calls on your skype. “What is with him?” You tisked. Soon realizing that you were not in your home town anymore, you were across the globe, where the time is different. Slapping yourself on your forehead, you quickly responded that you had just fallen asleep, and that you were in fact fine. Keeping your move a secret from Jimin had been one of the hardest things to keep from him. Making things up about your supposed major, threatening your friends and family within an inch of their lives not to say anything. You were happy that you would soon not have to keep your little plans a secret. You made a quick trip to the nearest market to grab some dinner and necessities for your home. Giggling to yourself as you picked up a blue cup and toothbrush, and a matching purple one to go alongside it.

After you ate, you began unpacking your living room. Putting your various books, video games, movies, and plushies on the shelves next to your TV. The kitchen was next, followed by your bathroom, and then your room. It did not take you long to unpack as the movers had done a lot of the work for you, and you brought as little as possible from your old home and sold or donated the rest. You smiled a wide smile as you brushed your teeth, looking at the cup and toothbrush that Jimin would soon be calling his own. Turning off the lights and giddily hopping into bed, you texted Jimin goodnight before putting down your phone and quickly falling asleep.

“Goodnight? Why is she texting me goodnight?” Jimin asked as he showed his phone to Taehyung. Who just shrugged in response.

“I mean, it is 1:00 pm her time….” Jimin twitched his head to the side, staring at his phone.

“Who knows man, maybe she is just taking a nap and misspoke. Focus on the game now, will ya?” Taehyung tutted as he tossed a pillow at his best friend.

“I know. I know. I just miss her. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe I should go visit her.” He sulked.

“You know you can’t. Our schedules are just too tight right now.” Taehyung sighed. Jimin huffed, and nodded before putting his full attention back into the game they were currently playing. Jungkook screaming in his ear as they won, yet another, match.

The only person, other than your friends and family, that you had let in on your plan was Taehyung. You needed someone to help you find various items, and of course an apartment to live in. You needed to thank him later for finding you such a good place. “It’s a 5 minute walk from the dorms, too.” You laughed as you heard the playfulness behind his voice. You could almost hear him wiggling his eyebrows through the receiver. “Ah, Tae! Stop it. Just remember, keep him busy and DO NOT say a word to him about this.” You nagged him.

“Yeah, yeah. My lips are sealed. Wouldn’t want to ruin this for our precious Jiminie, now would we. Bye bye now!” You heard the click of his phone directly after that, shaking your head and laughing before diving back into studying for your last exam.

The next morning you woke up to hear the birds chirping from outside your window. Pulling yourself out of bed, you wrapped a robe around your frame and quickly made yourself a cup of coffee. You sat on your porch inhaling the scent deeply before drinking the warm liquid down. As you were about to jump in the shower, you texted Jimin and asked him for a favor. You had wanted him to pick up something you had ordered online, and send it to you. He asked a million questions a second, before agreeing once you had thoroughly calmed him down. You patted yourself on the back for quickly thinking up the fib. Telling him you found something you liked online, but did not feel comfortable giving the person your address, even if it was so far away. Jimin agreed with you, and said he would be at the address you gave him in an hour, and would text you when he picked it up.

You showered quickly, and wrapped a towel around yourself as you began blow drying your hair. When you were done, you applied a little bit of makeup. You pulled out the lingerie that you had bought specifically for this moment. A black bustier, that hugged your curves perfectly, ending at a pair of lace black boy shorts that you were sure would have Jimin’s eyes bugging out of his head. As a final touch you put on some thigh high stockings, that had cute blue bows at the top. Nodding in the mirror at your appearance, you moved to top it off with your favorite pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. Inconspicuous indeed Y/N….. You laughed to yourself as you checked the time on your phone. Jimin had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on his way. He should be almost here then… You thought.

You anxiously paced your living room for what felt like hours, before those 3 magic knocks wrapped upon your door. Your heart lurched itself into your throat as you tripped over your own two feet trying to get to the door. With your hand on the door knob you took a deep breath, and put your hand over your heart willing it to stop beating so hard before turning and unlocking the door.

As you opened it, you were met with the top of a black baseball cap with blonde hair wildly poking out of the sides of it. The boy wearing thick rimmed glasses and a face mask staring down at his phone, oblivious to someone opening the door.

“Now, where are your manners, Park Jimin?” You asked in a sultry voice, grateful that it didn’t crack or show how absolutely thrilled you were to have him standing in front of you.

He visibly stiffened as he looked up from his phone, his mouth hanging wide open under his face mask. His eyes opened as wide as they probably ever have, staring at you as you stood there.

“Are you gonna come in, or not?” You said as you lifted your fingers to his chin and pushed his mouth closed. He simply nodded and followed you into your apartment. The second he got his shoes off, his brain seemed to have caught up with what was going on. He turned you around and crashed you into his chest. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, burying his face into your neck. Deeply inhaling the scent of everything that is you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, giggling at his reaction to you being here.

“How, when, why?! Why are you here?!” He asked, you were not sure if he was on the verge of tears, or excitement.

“If you don’t want me here, I can always go back.” You laughed into his chest. He looked at you and firmly shook his head before slotting you back into place against him.

“Let’s have lunch, shall we?” You asked as you pulled away, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the table where you had already placed the take out you ordered shortly before he arrived.

As you were eating, you told him everything about how you had come to live in Korea. He cursed at the fact that Taehyung knew this entire time, but after you told him not to be mad at the poor boy, he nodded and said he understood why he kept it a secret.

“I’m going to have to punish you for lying to me this whole time...you know that right?” He was looking at you from the corner of his eye, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glint swimming behind them.

“Of course, sir…” You replied in perfect Korean.

Those 3 words turned the mischievous glint, into full blow lust. You saw the change in him as he sat a little straighter, started licking and biting at his lips, and of course the way his pupils were blown wide as he looked at you.

He stood from his chair and stalked towards you like an animal hunting his prey. He held out his hand to you, and expectantly raised his eyebrows. You put your hand in his. As you stood he spun you around, your hands bracing the wall as he molded his body to your back. His lips attached to your neck and you sighed into his kiss.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you? How much I have craved you? To feel you against me, under me, above me?” He said as he punctuated each question with a sharp roll of his hips into your backside.

All you could do was groan as you put your head back to lean against his shoulder. He took the opportunity as your chest pushed upwards to roam his hands from your hips to your breasts. Massaging them in each of his palms. You took one of your hands and pushed it in between your bodies to palm at his clothed erection. His eyes snapped open as he spun you around, pushing you back into the wall while pinning your arms above your head.

“Now, now. I didn’t say you could touch me, did I?” He said as he ran his nose along your jaw, causing you to shiver under his touch. “Words, princess.”

“No, sir. You didn’t say I could touch you.” You sighed out as he pressed his body flush with yours. Eyes looking deeply into yours as he nudged your nose with his own.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled darkly. “We’re going to have to do something about that now aren’t we?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer him properly, as the second he got the last syllable of his question out he crashed his lips into yours. Tongue immediately swiping your bottom lip to gain entrance to your enticing mouth. As you kissed, he hugged his body to yours, relishing in the feeling of having you with him again. He could break out into tears at the fact that he would now have you with him for good, that you wouldn’t have to part from each other. At that thought he pushed both of you off the wall, leading you into your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He tossed you down on the bed, with him following shortly after. Settling himself in between your legs as he kissed you deeply, not willing to part from you for a single second. Not yet, at least.

You had been lazily making out for what felt like forever, but seconds all at the same time, he lifted off of you. His fingers skirting the hem of your t-shirt.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under here. Shall we?”

You returned his mischievous smile from earlier as you stood up from your bed, pushing his shoulders until he was laying flat on his back. Propping up his head on the hands he had laced behind his head. You made a show of taking off your shirt, swaying your hips as you moved to remove your jeans. You noticed Jimin licking his lips as you revealed what was underneath. Climbing up on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, you continued to put on a show for him.

You put your hands on his chest and rolled your hips against him a couple times before leaning down, giving him a nice view of your chest, and kissing the length of his neck, moving along his jawline, before reaching his ear on the other side.

“I bought all of this just for you, sir. They’ve been under my clothes this whole time and you didn’t even have a clue.” You practically moaned into his ear. You gasped when you felt the palm of his hand reach your cheek in a loud smack. Even more to his liking, you groaned when his hand did the same thing to the other side. His hands slid up your body, landing at your waist as he began to side you over his clothed length. You delightfully moaned into his ear, a sound he wished to hear more of.

He tapped your thighs, signaling for you to sit up. When he did he ripped his shirt off his body, and undid the button on his jeans and you eagerly helped push them off his body along with his boxers. You slid your hands along the length of his chest, spending a little extra time feeling the deep ridges of his abs along your fingertips, moving to sit on your knees on the floor as you did so. He raised himself up, propping himself with his hands, and looked down at your expectantly. He threw his head back and groaned when you wrapped your hand around his cock and gave an experimental squeeze. While he was distracted, you took him into your mouth. Rolling your tongue around the head. Your actions caused him to completely lose strength as his arms gave out and his back hit the mattress. As he regains his composure he completely sits up, pulling your hair out of your face and bunching it up into his fist. You took the action as him wanting you to take him deeper, which you happily obliged. It took your gag reflex a moment to settle down, but once it did you were able to take all of him down your throat. Stilling for a second, he began to lose patience as he began to thrust up into your mouth.

“Ah, princess. That feels so good…” He groaned as he thrust his hips upwards. As he did this, you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs, letting him know you were okay and he could keep going. It was when you cupped his balls and began rolling them in your hand that he pulled you off of him with a loud pop.

“You want me to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, don’t you?” He asked. His voice dropped an octave as he fell deeper and deeper into the lust that was clouding his brain. You wiped your lips as you looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and nodded.

“Come here.” He said as he held his arms out to you to pull you back onto his lap. He reconnected his lips to yours for a brief moment before he flipped you onto your back. His hands finding their way to the hem of the stocking you were wearing, he moved to the floor as he began pulling them down. Kissing every area they were once covering, pulling them off as he reached your ankles. Then did the same thing to your other leg. His hands roamed their way back up your body, and slipped under the waistband of your lace boyshorts. He looked up at you, when you nodded your underwear were discarded with your stockings. Leaving the bottom half of you exposed to him.

He maneuvered himself back up until he was eye level with your dripping core. “All of this, for me?” He sighed as he took in a deep breath. When you didn’t immediately answer him, he smacked the outside of your thigh. “Yes, yes. Only for you. Only ever for you.” You yelped. “Now please, Jimin….Plea-ohhhh..” You stuttered as he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Where he stayed, flicking the bundle of nerves as if his life depended on it. Your back arching off of your bed and your hands intertwining with the light strands of his hair. He chuckled as you gargled out a moan as he entered two fingers into you. Curling his fingers just enough to reach the spot inside you that had galaxies twisting and turning behind your eyelids.

Goosebumps rose along your skin as you reached your high quicker than you thought was ever imaginable. You didn’t even have time to warn Jimin, not that he cared. “Jimin!” You screamed as he continued on his mission, Not letting up for even a second. You tried to push him off of you, but your limbs weren’t working correctly as the pleasure started to overwhelm the pain of overstimulation.

“One more...hmm?...I know you can be good and give me one more.” He whispered as his fingers continued their movements inside of you, moving his mouth back to your clit once you nodded. Your hands were gripping his hair tighter as he sent you hurtling towards your second high in mere minutes. You cried out, your body convulsing uncontrollably as you orgasmed around his fingers. You could barely hear his coos of praise as the rushing waves of pleasure took over all your senses. He waited for you to come back to him before he moved on, stroking your hair, and making sure you were okay. He was sure that was the first time anyone had ever done that for you, and he didn’t want to push you too hard.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked when he saw the light return to your eyes. You nodded with a smile and he put his hands on the front clasp of your bustier, not moving an inch until you gave him the okay. When you simply nodded, his face set into a deep frown. “How many times must sir tell you, I need to hear words, princess. Do I need to make this ass red again since you can’t listen?” He asked while grabbing a handful of your cheeks and squeezing. “No! I’m sorry, sir. I will be good. Please, please, continue.” You rushed the words out so fast you weren’t sure he understood. Your body already alight for more pleasure that was guaranteed to come from the man draping himself across your body. After a quick peck, he moved his hands back to the front of your bustier, undoing the clasp and sliding the garment away from your body. He massaged your breasts as he lavished your neck with all the bite marks and bruises you could ever need or want. When he pinched your hardened nipple, you shoved your chest into his hand with a gasp. Moans escaping your lips as he rolled the pebbled bud between his fingers, while flicking the other with his tongue. He switched sides, drinking every single noise you made in, remembering the sounds as if this were the last time he would ever get to hear them. When he felt like they had gotten the attention they deserved, he moved back up to your mouth. Lazily rolling his tongue with yours as he had done before. As if he had all the time in the world. You reached for his cock, which had been angry and leaking for a good amount of time now, and lined it up with your center. After one final kiss, he slowly began pushing himself in. Dropping his head into your neck, groaning at the way your heat enveloped him, a feeling he was certain he would never be able to get over.

“Jimin, move. Please move.” You signed as you felt him bottom out. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” He chuckled as he began thrusting in and out of you. You thanked Taehyung and his smart brain for finding you an apartment that was on the corner of your building. You didn’t have to worry about your headboard knocking against the wall, clueing your neighbors in on what you were doing.

Jimin’s bangs began sticking to his forehead as he propped himself up above you on his arm. He used his other arm to prop your leg on his shoulder. With one thrust at this new angle, he pushed deeper into you than you thought was possible. He stilled for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and moaned as your nails raked his arms. Leaving crescent shapes in the taut muscles. When he began slamming into you, reaching down to draw sloppy figure eights into your clit is when you lost all coherent thought.

“Are you gonna cum, hmm?” He cooed. “Are you gonna cum around your sir’s cock and make yourself all messy for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, sir, please make me cum around your cock.” You yelled as his thrusts became sloppier.

“Cum then. Hurry up, don’t make your sir wait.” He commanded, and with one final thrust you were a shrieking, shuttering mess beneath him. He put your leg down and grabbed your hips. Thrusting in and out of you so hard you had to brace yourself against the headboard to keep from getting a concussion.

“Finish inside of me, sir. Please. I need you to finish inside of me.” You begged, as he came closer and closer to his end. When you wrapped your legs around his waist in an effort to bring him impossibly closer is when his arms gave out, landing on top of you as you felt his warmth fill you to the brim, moaning into your mouth as he sloppily kissed you. Thrusting slowly in and out of you until he became too sensitive to continue. With one final kiss to your forehead, he shuffled off the bed and into your bathroom to retrieve a towel.

When he came back you noticed he was smiling and holding something. You looked over at him as he held up the blue cup and toothbrush.

“Is this….mine?” He said shyly, a complete contrast to the person that was just inside you, commanding you to cum around him.

“Yes…” You said. Ducking your head underneath the duvet. “I got it in case...you know….you ever wanted to stay the night. Or whatever.”

You felt your mattress dip under his weight as he pulled the blanket away from your face. “I would love to take you up on that offer. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he set the cup on the bedside table.

You ordered takeout and watched movies wrapped up in each other for the rest of the night. The only difference was, this time when you fell asleep on the couch and woke up a couple hours later, Jimin was still next to you. Still fast asleep, without a care in the world. You began tracing his features with the lightest feather like touch, moving the strands of his hair out of his face before moving down his nose to his lips. You don’t know when he woke up, but you couldn’t miss the light peck of his lips against your fingers as his eyes fluttered open.

“Did you sleep well, my love?” You blushed at being caught admiring your boyfriend. You weren’t sure why, you’d been together for 7 years now. You had been caught staring at him more than once. Perhaps it was because this was much more intimate. Much closer than you had been over the past 4 years. Your heart swelled as you thought about how you would be spending the rest of your foreseeable life like this. You nodded as you cuddled closer into his chest, feeling his chest shutter with the chuckles rolling through him as he cradled you closer to his body.

“Let’s go get in bed. Yeah?” He said. His voice was heavy with sleep. You nodded and begrudgingly pulled yourself from his warmth and made your way to your bedroom. Pulling back the sheets and laying down, he took the other side of the bed and pulled you flush with him. Both of your breaths becoming deep and slow as sleep once again pulled you under.

-6 months later-

Life in Korea was far better than anything you expected. Although, if you were honest with yourself you did not know what you were expecting. Your job was fantastic and you got along well with your coworkers. Being on call 24/7 wasn’t that bad, as it was only once or twice a week you were called by a potential investor outside of work hours. Even then, you were able to speak with them from the comfort of your own home.

Jimin was spending more time at your place than the apartment he shared with Taehyung. Tae of course pouted at this, but you made him feel better by setting up a second TV in your living room so you could all play your favorite video games together. You also relished at the fact that you made Tae blush when you told him he could now find a girlfriend of his own to bring home, and not having to worry about Jimin being there. The rest of Jimin’s friends were great. You met them slowly, one by one, as their schedules are getting busier by the day. The couple of times you hung out with them all together, you compared them to a pack of wild hyenas. Which sent Jimin into hysterics at the picture forming in his mind, telling you it was true between giggle fits.

Jimin and his company made a deal that they wouldn’t force him to continue the fake relationship with Rose, if he would make his relationship with you public. Thinking it would boost their sales if his fans knew he was happy and healthy. That they would believe the words behind his music more than they already had.

You were lost in thought walking down the streets of Seoul after lunch, hand in hand with Jimin. Your thoughts had drifted to how happy you were to be here with him, and patting yourself on the back for making the decision you did.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Jimin asked, turning to face you, stopping you in your tracks.

Wide eyed, you answered him honestly, without so many words. “I love you.”

His eyes closed with how big of a smile he was wearing, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before saying, “I love you, too. Always have, always will. Thank you for moving here.”

You began walking back towards your apartment when he ran around to face you, once again forcing you to skid to a halt. You looked at him as he began rummaging around in his pocket. You looked at him questioningly, before it all clicked in your head as he sank down to the ground.

“J-J-Jimin….?”

“Y/N…” He began, swallowing his nerves. “Will you marry me?”

You began crying as you nodded at him, your hands covering your mouth. You held out your hand to him as he placed the beautiful silver ring with a single diamond in the center around your finger. He wrapped you in a tight hug, tears of his own falling from his eyes. Even as the clicking of cameras could be heard from all around you, all you could focus on was Jimin, and all that made him, him.

He planted a loving kiss right on your lips, and whispered in your ear, “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, Y/N. I will do everything I can to make you happy for the rest of yours.”

That was a promise that he kept, for the rest of your lives together.

#ksmutclub #bts smut #jimin smut #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts fanfction #Worlds Away

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pidayforpi · 4 years ago

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(Something personal. Something sad.)

(Sorry if it is incoherent. I wrote this when I was very sad.)

Hokkaido always has a special place in my heart.

It is beautiful. It is tranquil. It is cool/cold (that means a lot to me. I hate the hot, but live in a hot climate).

The wonders of Hokkaido cannot be described in how many posts written, so the following are just a few.

I have been to Hokkaido for three times (in summer). Each of the photos above was taken from each trip, in chronological order.

The first one was taken in 2015, in a flower farm in Furano 富良野.

The middle one is my favourite. This was taken in 2017, in a flower farm in Biei 美瑛. I did not know the two people in the photo. I did not interact with them. I just took that photo by chance, and I love it. That tree is apparently famous, by the way.

The third one was taken in 2018, in the same flower farm in Biei. That was the last time I have been to Hokkaido as of now. That was the last time I have traveled overseas as of now.

I have made many memories in Hokkaido, both in smiles and tears. I would even say Hokkaido is a land of miracles. After coming back from Hokkaido, something is going to happen.

2015 was a bad year for me. And then 2016 was the best year in my life.

2017 was an even worse year. And then 2018 was another wonderful year.

2018 was a wonderful year. And then 2019 was the worst year in my life.

A trip to Hokkaido really does change fates.

Especially the second trip. 2017 was such a painful year, yet just a year apart from 2016.

When I am sad, I have the bad habit of looking back at past memories. I remember during those days in 2017, I always looked at old photos, read old journals/diary entries from 2016. Just a year apart, how could things be so different?

During the summer vacation in 2017, I said I wanted to go to Hokkaido again.

I did. And I even cried there. In public. In a foreign land. In the middle of a vacation.

Only I know why I would make such a proposal, revisiting a place we have already been to.

It sounded superstitious. It sounded stupid. Even to me.

But I thought: What if I went to Hokkaido again, and the next year would be another year of miracles?

No way, I just cried there. The trip was very emotional, not so enjoyable. Why would I even think a visit to some foreign place would solve all my problems?

And it did. 2018 was wonderful. Even the latter half of 2017 was wonderful.

It was a second miracle, after the one in 2016. I thought that blue roses only bloom once. But the flower of miracles really does live up to its name.

Yesterday was the worst day in this year. Can’t say it was the worst in my life.

I stayed at home all day. I almost stayed in bed all day, except for eating and taking a shower.

I did not (do not, actually) have motivation to do anything. Not gaming. Not writing. Not reading. I just laid on my bed, occasionally listening to music, and somehow I could fall asleep.

Just like I did a year ago in 2019, three years ago in 2017, I start crying uncontrollably. Until my tears dry, or until I fall asleep. As if time had travelled back to the past.

And just a day ago on Tuesday, I was still happy and carefree. Now I haven’t smiled since yesterday morning.

Life has been pretty bad since the last Hokkaido trip in 2018. I failed at everything. I lost my old friends. I couldn’t do anything constructive. I was always tired. I can’t remember how many hours wasted lying on my bed, or tapping on the computer keyboard aimlessly.

I used to think that all those were for the big finale yesterday. A happy ending for all my sufferings for almost 2 years. I had hope.

Last winter and spring, I forced myself to get up, to push forward. I gave up everything else in my life. I retrieved the long lost passion in 2016, 2018. Just to get a happy ending. Just to get a closure. I don’t care what would happen in the epilogue or the sequel. Just give me a happy ending.

But when a bad ending is given to me, all those hard work suddenly means nothing. What were all those pain and suffering for, then?

The ending is even worse than others predicted.

I am devastated. I am disappointed. Confused. Hopeless. Sore.

I hope it is a dream. I have been having dreams that sound way too real, perhaps this is one of them?

Am I arrogant? Perhaps. But I did work hard. Very hard. People always say arrogance leads to failure. But I don’t see a direct relation with that. Is failure a must for arrogance?

I promised myself not to cry. Be strong, stay strong. I hadn’t cried for at least half a year, I told myself not to cry for this silly reason. But I did. I couldn’t help it.

“...but a long accumulated cumulus would have to rain for a while.”

Funny how just a few weeks ago I wrote about Alistair Boorswan crying himself to sleep. A few weeks later I’m doing it myself.

Yesterday evening, I looked outside the window. I saw the clouds of dark-blue in front of a sky of indigo.

Suddenly, I thought: Can you see the same clouds from the fields of Hokkaido?

...from the city of Sapporo?

...from the town of Asahikawa?

...from the hills of Mountain Tomamu?

...from the hot springs in Noboribetsu?

...from the canal in Otaru?

...from the farm in Kitami?

What if I woke up one day, and I was on the flower fields in Biei?

Under the same old tree. Under the same blue sky.

Everything in these few years was but a dream.

But then, how would I know that after taking a plane from New Chitose Airport, the next year would be the best or the worst year in my life?

I used to think that the flower of miracles is watered by tears.

Whenever I had a bad time in my life, miracles usually followed.

It happened once in 2015-2016. It happened again in 2017-2018.

But how many tears have I shed since the summer vacation in 2018? How much price have I paid since school started in September that year? Were they still not enough for the flower to bloom again?

(It is sunny here these days. The flower beds must be beautiful if they share the same weather over there.)

(I’m not leaving virtually or in real life. I just need a rest for a while. Hope I can recover soon.)

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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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marry me?

Title: marry me?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Fluff: engagement

Rating: G

Tags: none that I can think of, kissing, taking shots, proposals, getting down on one knee, saying yes to the rest of your forever.

Mentioning: @sweetness47

Created for @spnfluffbingo

Fluff list part 1 part 2 part 3

by this point you have had an amazing almost 2 years. fell head over heels with a man who makes you feel like your more than just a top notch ace reporter.

you confessed your feelings for said man at a wedding you were supposed to be covering not making a huge fool of yourself. your best friend well she had also found love, hers wasnt as vaste as yours but she got the other half of a very stunning package.

the article written by your best friend Beth became your new fave article. though you still wrote fabulous wedding articles, that story put beth on the article map. your editor loved it, loved the entire scope, the plot, everything.

she also enjoyed meeting the men who had enriched both yours and beth’s lives. Jensen and Jared the two men who had stolen your hearts, had decided that you both were important enough to keep.

what you didnt know is that on this day the anniversary of when you had first met Jensen would be the day that your life would change once more. this time a bit more drastically i suppose the story shall continue from hence forth.

we pick up in the penthouse you and Jensen are living in, both of you preparing for date night. well double date night anyway. it was the one thing both couples could agree to do, once a week both couples went on a double date. it was that easy.

Jensen knew you had just finished your shower, he didnt care he was having trouble finding what he wanted to wear.

Jensen: hey babe, where is my dark navy faded jeans?

YN: on top of the dresser in the pile of clothes you still need to put away.

jensen: oh umm right silly me.

YN: do you want me to wear my hair up or down?

Jensen: half and half, its gonna be a magical day. one that has been planned for a while now. one that we both will not soon forget.

now you were really curious, he said this had been planned for a while… what the hell could the surprise be.

YN: why do i not get to know where we are going?

Jensen: cause that would spoil the fun of the surprise. now ive laid out your outfit on the bed hurry up we have a schedule to keep.

YN: schedule. babe we have never had any kind of schedule other than when you are filming. so what are you planning? and why this outfit?

Jensen comes over to you and kisses you to get you to stop talking. thats when he pulled back looking at you with smiling faces.

Jensen: so curious babe, why cant you just enjoy the surprise for once.

YN: fine ill put it on and enjoy whatever you have planned. but im gonna say this you better have something extra special planned otherwise you will have me to deal with.

Jensen: never fear babe i will always have lots of surprises for you from this day forth. now what kind of mischief can we get into if you dont put on your outfit. or do you want me to put it on you?

YN: I can do it but it’s just I haven’t used this outfit since our anniversary last year.. Why do I need to wear it again, not that I’m complaining…

Jensen: just do it and when we get into the car i have to blindfold you and cover your ears so that way you dont spoil the rest of the surprise.

now you were curiouser, this made you pull Jensen onto the bed and pin him there…

YN: why do you insist on tormenting me like this?

Jensen could only smile as he flipped you onto the bottom as he held you there.

Jensen: cause its fun now hurry up and get ready we are gonna be late.

the following happened like this:

you finish getting ready

both you and jensen walk out of the apartment and down to a limo where jared and beth are waiting.

beth and you both are curious as you both are blindfolded and ears are covered before you both are allowed to exit the vehicle.

once Jared and Jensen knew it was safe for you both to see and hear again they were to remove the blindfolds and earplugs.

you both are revealed to be in the airport. you both plea to your men but they instead of saying anything give you both money to go and buy anything from the boutiques.

you both come back with another backpack and a whole bunch of things. random objects, but ones that would provide great entertainment later on. come fancy things in case of whatever your boyfriends had planned.

then Jared and Jensen ear plugged you both when the flight number was called. though they had spoken to the flight attendant when you both were gone, told them of their plan, told them that you both would have ear pluggs in when you both board.

both you and beth still oblivious, as the boys remove the ear plugs as the plane takes off. thats when it made you both question really badly. Where your boys were taking you.

the flight wasn’t long but one of the boys sat in the aisle then the respective girl would sit beside then so on and so forth. The one on the end would get informed when it was time to blindfold and ear plug you both again.

Sure enough you both were unsure of how much time had passed, but eventually one of the flight attendants came round and whispered something to the guy on the end. It was ear plug and blindfold time again.

You both didn’t question when the guys did their handy work of blindfold and earplug it wasnt like you were strangers to it. Jared and jensen led you both off the plane, through the busy airport and into the taxi landing bay.

They unplugged both your ears.

Jared: in a moment we will take off your blindfolds but first we want you both to listen to the sounds. What do you both hear.?

You and Beth listened very carefully to the sounds around you both.

YN: people talking

Beth: something about taxis so we are definitely on a taxi landing of some kind.

Yn: the smell in the air is familiar. Wait a minute. I think I know where we are I just hope I’m right.

Jensen: you both may step forward and remove your blindfolds. I guarantee you both that where we are is gonna be a fun spot for all of us.

You and Beth remove your blindfolds, your eyes land on the sight before you of a place where your story had began all those years ago.

Yn: you did this?

Jensen: happy anniversary sweetheart! Now we need to find a taxi or a ride or something.

You look around and you start walking toward the person at the small stand near by.

Yn: excuse me sir, I was wondering if you had any cars available to rent?

Rental dude: what kind of car were you looking for?

Yn: do you have anything sporty but easy to get in and out of?

Rental dude: what about a lack 2021 jeep wrangler Rubicon unlimited 4x4?

Yn: can you show it to me?

The guy flips round his monitor and shows you the car, you whistle and the others bring the bags to where you are.

Yn: babe can I use the card?

Jensen: what kind of vehicle are we getting.

Yn: you will see. Now sir, do I need to sign anything.

The rental guy laid out papers told you to sign/ initial at the spots marked with “x” that’s what you did. Then he handed you the papers in an envelope, the license plates and insurance for the vehicle and then sent you guys to the spot where the vehicle was.

You led your boyfriend, best friend and her boyfriend to the vehicle. Their eyes went wide as they loaded the bags into the jeep.

Jensen: babe this is style. But whose driving?

Yn: me silly cause I have a feeling I know where we are staying. The place where we spent our vacation together.

Jensen: correct, now everyone in the vehicle so we can get this show on the road. commence vacation immeidately.

everyone piled into the vehicle and you began to slowly pull out of the parkade. you hit the highway and sped up, within 45 min you were pulling into the resort. you told the guard that your reservation was under Ackles.

the guard handed you a packet with park passes, roomkeys, parking pass and your receipt. along with the list of nearby stores, and the hours for the resorts amenities. and then opened the gate for you to drive through.

upon arriving at the parking space you handed a room key to Beth discovering it was a side by side. this vacay just got a whole lot better.

You all seperated into accommodations to settle in.

Jensen: I have made reservations at gastons where we shared that big plate of nachos and grab us some champagne to celebrate the start of our vacation!

YN: i like that idea. i wanna get out of these shoes first. i want to put on something more suited for walking in the parks that wont kill my feet. these heels will kill my feet from walking through the park.

you sat down to take off your heels but Jensen was now kneeling by your feet undoing them for you. he placed gentle kisses on your legs as he removed the shoes from your feet.

he then slid on your slip on runners. he smiled as he got off the floor, helped you up and he spun you around like the love struck man he was. you had no idea what was about to happen but you were gonna enjoy yourself.

now in comfy shoes you and jensen head to meet up with jared and beth as you all head to the car and head off to main street magic kingdom. To where you and jensen first met. Course ya know it was also to enjoy the fireworks and eat the nachos and such as well.

you look around still amazed by everything you see around you. but you are the way Jensen kept looking at you was what made you feel normal. like the disaster at the wedding of Misha and vic didnt almost ruin your reputation.

your vacation was finally in the bag, your happiness was now in sight. your new life awaited but nothing would prepare you for events of the future. upon your arrival to Gastons tavern, Jensen had started talking to the waitress, she took something from him and smiled as she led you all to a booth.

Jensen could not help but smile, all he could do was smile. he was beyond excited for what he was about to do.

waitress: welcome to Gaston’s is this your first time here?

Jensen: for me and the lady across from me no, but the other 2 yes. can we get 4 rounds of your finest house shots right away, and 4 glasses of your finest champagne and bring the item. on a tray with the shots.

waitress: coming up sir. your shots will be out in a moment.

thankfully for jensen you were too engaged in conversation with Beth and Jared to hear what jensen had discussed with the waitress. Jensen placed his arm around your shoulders, his own breathing shifted, he was nervous about what was about to happen.

Jensen: ah good shots. we each get one i have a toast to make. but ill make the toast after we take the shots. now i dont know whats in these but they are sure to be good. on 3.

You all swig back your shots, Jensen kisses you after you both have downed yours. Then Jensen turns to you and smiles as he gets up from his seat and whistles to get the restaurants attention.

Jensen: I invite you all to bare witness to this momentous occasion. Me and my girlfriend are celebrating 2 years together this very day. I have to know YN did I mention that I'm in love with you.

That's when music starts playing. And jensen begins to sing.

Jensen: I met this girl who rocked my world like it's never been rocked and now I live just for you and I won't ever stop, I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me but now look at what you've done you have got me down on one knee.

You look down and see Jensen kneeling in front of you.

Jensen: it's us against the world, us against those who are jealous, those who dare to throw outrageous accusations our way or print stuff that isnt true. now and evermore i will have the most gorgeous woman on my arm. Will you do me the honor of marrying me.?

The entire restaurant now looking at you as Jensen unveiled the 24k rose gold emerald cut diamond ring surrounded by yours and Jensen's birthstones.

You begin nodding your head before your mouth would let you speak.

Yn: yes yes yes yes a thousand times yes!!!

You felt the cool metal ring slide around your finger as Jensen helped you off your seat and kissed you in front of the entire restaurant.

Lifting both your hands in the air he then yelled.

Jensen: shots for the entire restaurant on me. She said yes!!!

Then he turned to you and you leaned in his ear.

Yn: descendants 3 proposal nice touch.

Jensen: thanks to our best friends for helping set this up.

the hugs and congratulations poured in from everyone in the tavern. it wasnt till a few hours later as well as several shots and drinks later that you, jensen, beth and Jared all exited and went to watch the fireworks.

the moment of yours and jensen’s first kiss under the fireworks was just recreated. you and jensen waited till the first firework cracked lighting up the sky before creating once more your first kiss.

~to be continued~

#spnfluffbingo

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