#yes this is the guy who lead me on (unintentionally???) and flirted with me for a year despite seeing TWO people during that time

[redr0sewrites]

Could you do Arkham Knight Jason? Or if not just regular canon Jason, and the things you can unintentionally say to him that would get him hot under the collar? What can you say intentionally to make this man blush like a tomato and have him kicking his feet, sighing dreamily like a schoolgirl when he thinks about it later. Give us your takes on my special bbygirl

🥀A/n: could NOT choose between the two sooooo i added both... teehee!!!

🥀Character(s): Ak!Jason x reader, Jason Todd x reader

🥀Cw: fluff, suggestive, no smut but mentions of sex/praise kink, jason being a liiiiittle horny

🥀minors dni

Jason Todd:

Jason is absolutely whipped for you, any and everything you say makes him fluttery !!! he's disgustingly in love with you and is not afraid to show it

starting off strong for any unintentional comments, any possessive or jealous statements definitely excite him. he would never purposely make you jealous, but Jason can't deny that he finds it attractive when you refer to him as yours. if someone is flirting with him in front of you (and not taking the hint that he is NOT interested) and you interrupt them and say like "thats my boyfriend", Jason nearly giggles!!!

additionally, loves when you call him "my partner", or "my love". anything that depicts him as yours, because yes, he is yours, and you are his. not in a controlling way, but in a "i trust you to give my whole heart to you i love and trust you completely" way

this isn't exactly a comment, but he really appreciates when you defend him? if someone is talking about how he's a murderer or a monster, he certainly doesn't outwardly say anything, but if you speak up about it? he's smiling to himself and blushing like a schoolgirl. Jason would never ask you to defend him, but it's very reassuring to know that you would regardless

when it comes to intentional comments, its even easier to fluster him

flirting, even corny flirting, always makes him very happy. you guys could be married for 12 years with two kids and you using a cringey pickup line still makes him weak in the knees. he loves being romantic with you, and when you are intentionally being romantic in return, it just really affects him positively

sooooo starved for compliments. especially when it comes to his body or looks. after the lazarus pit, his entire body changed. he skipped years of his life, changing from a 15 year old boy to a 19 year old man. he grew in size and strength, and it takes him a while to get used to his body.

it could be as simple as calling him handsome! it just makes Jason feel appreciated and he loves that he appeals to you physically.

i think he's the type to have a bit of a praise kink, so when it comes to compliments, it either makes him really soft and romantic or it takes a different route that leads to the bedroom. he loves praising you, but he really doesn't receive enough praise so it matters a lot to him

COMMENT ON HOW STRONG HE IS AND HOW SAFE HE MAKES YOU FEEL HE WILL MELT. if you say anything along the lines of "being around you makes me feel safe", he will probably cry and makeout with you whaaat who said that 😇 Jason would never want you to be afraid of him, and he cares a lot about your comfort. the idea that he makes you feel safe and comfortable is something he can't understand, and doesn't comprehend how someone as perfect as you could be with him. so please please PLEASE tell him that he makes you feel safe and secure.

Ak!Jason Todd

now Ak!Jason isn't as easy to fluster, simply because he doesn't outwardly show it as much, but he still has a few things that make him tick

when it comes to unintentional things, reassuring him that you'll stay by his side no matter what is a big one. he's lost people, including himself, and he doesn't want to lose you too. reminding Jason that you're going to stay with him, and that you love him unconditionally, is one of the easiest ways to fluster him

another thing that reminds him of how much he loves you is when you shit talk people together. in my opinion, there is nothing more gratifying as someone who's been through abuse than to hear someone else realizing the truth about the people who hurt you. if you started hating on the joker, or criticizing batman's methods, Ak!Jason immediately has heart eyes!!! especially if your animated and funny about it.

if you have any personal vendettas or people you hate, Ak!Jason will gladly join you in venting and ranting. he thinks it's attractive when you compare others to him, claiming that he's so much better than your exes, and ranting on and on about how hot he is and how much better he treats you. he wants to know he's doing a good job, but it's also a bit of a relief that you think highly of him yk? he's also more than willing to make them "disappear" if they're bothering you..

Ak!Jason is more of the jealous type, and would be a lot more into you admitting that you're his than he's yours. if another Big Bad™️ was flirting with you, say for example, Scarecrow, and you respond that you're already taken, or that Ak!Jason is your boyfriend? not only is it a show of your loyalty, but its also really hot in his opinion. he also beats up Scarecrow, but that's irrelevant....!

when it comes to intentional things you can say, this is a bit trickier

like canon Jason, Ak!Jason is a bit insecure about his appearance, especially his scars. if you were to compliment his scars, he wouldn't believe you at first. Ak!Jason does not have much love for himself, and doesn't believe that you can truly see him as attractive when he's so scarred, physically and emotionally. PLEASE compliment his scars, it will not only fluster him but help rebuild his confidence in general

again with compliments, but this time on his efficiency and his skills in general. the work he does is bloody and brutal, and Ak!Jason would never want to scare you. however, if you witnessed him fighting or killing someone (especially in your defense), and complimented him on it? it would probably turn him on a bit ngl. a small part inside of him wants to be your hero, he wants to protect you and keep you safe. if you find it helpful, and even attractive, when he does so, this man is HEAD OVER HEELS in love

bragging about him. yet another intentional turn-on, Ak!Jason loves overhearing you mention to someone else how lucky you are to have him, how strong and brave and wonderful he is, etc. say you both are at some function or other, maybe meeting your family. start bragging about him and watch just how quickly he needs to pull you aside to "talk to you", or how suddenly an excuse comes up and you both have to head home. the fact that you think so highly of him, and would go out of your way to inform others of how much you adore him, is sooooo attractive in his eyes

the last intentional way to fluster Ak!Jason is simple yet effective: i love you. Jason in general is not used to love, but especially Ak!Jason. hearing you say i love you is just so lovely. if you start listing the things you love about him, he will melt. he loves you so, so much, and is so grateful you feel the same

urhrhrhrhrhrh i love him soo much 😭 i need me a Jason Todd smh. i love the idea of Jason w a praise kink, it opens a whole new world of possibilities i swearrrrr. anyways !!! hope u enjoy !!!

[myownprivatcidaho]

thoseve yall who were here a year ago might remember that a year ago He was liking tweets like "idk how people can cheat when im in love im obsessed😍" and "the honeymoon stage rlly doesnt die if youre with the right person🥰" and he was liking stuff like that up till recently now shit like this is in his likes something is BROKEN in him

[planecrashdreams]

Take My Breath Away

Peter Parker x Stark!daughter

Summary: The Avengers are close to unveiling The Vulture’s plan to destroy the city. They uncover that his son is throwing a ball with all of the most notorious villains within the city. It is decided that you, along with Peter, must attend to gather intel.

Warnings: *violence* *swearing* *fight scenes* *mentions of blood/wounds*

Peter & Y/N are 18

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call everyone into the lab in 5 minutes, I need to have a meeting.” Tony announces while peering at the screen in front of him.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice floods the entire compound inviting everyone to meet with your dad. You however, were busy doing your homework with the boy you’ve had a crush on for what feels like a century.

“Ughh, not again. What does dad want this time?” You whine getting up from your chair.

“Come on, Y/N, it sounds important, he said he wanted us in the lab.”

“I’m not even an Avenger, why do I have to be involved?” You say slightly annoyed.

You and Peter were the last ones to join the meeting and your dad started talking almost immediately.

“I found a new lead on Vulture, his son Dimitri Toomes is having a party for all of the mafia bosses and criminals and that roam the city. This party is taking place tonight at 8pm. I’m going to get you Nat, and you Steve, to attend this party as a couple to uncover more intel as you can—“

“Wait, but, how old is this Dimitri Toomes anyway? Isn’t he just a kid?” Bucky interrupts.

“Yeah, isn’t he like 18 or 19?” Nat also jumps in.

“I don’t think sending Nat and Steve in for this mission is such a good idea, Tony. He would know not to trust them once he saw them. We need someone younger.” Bruce suggests.

“No, I’m not sending Peter in to do this mission. Peter hasn’t done many missions, and this one involves the mafia and every criminal in New York!” Tony says sternly.

“Well, we weren’t thinking Peter exactly...” Bruce says very quietly.

“NO! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD EVEN THINK TO OFFER MY DAUGHTER TO GO ON A MISSION!” Tony yells loud enough for the whole city to hear.

“Yeah, uh, Bruce, I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink but sending me for this? What!??” You say very frightened and shocked.

“Tony, I know you would never want to do this in a million years, but hear us out. Dimitri is a young man, he’ll be easily persuaded if something strikes his interest. If we send Y/N, she’ll intrigue him and make him lower his guard and he could reveal his father’s plans. If we do this, we won’t send her alone. Someone will be there to watch out for her.” Bruce explains.

“I can’t believe I’m actually having to consider this plan.” Tony confesses.

“I’ll do it if you guys keep a close watch of me. I just want to get it done and over with.” You agree to Bruce’s plan but almost regret it.

“Y/N wants to go through with it, Tony? Are you okay going through with this?”

“Ok. But she goes in and she’s coming back out as quick as possible.” Tony finally agrees.

“We need to get ready now, the party starts in a couple of hours.” Tony leads the way out of the lab.

“Y/N, you’re going to need a dress to wear to this party. Steve, you’re going to be her chaperone and you’ll need a suit. Nat, Bucky, Thor—“

“Mr. Stark? Can I come and help keep watch of Y/N?” Peter interjects.

“Peter I’d feel more comfortable with you staying here in the compound.”

“Please, Mr. Stark, my spidey-sense can be helpful for this and I want to help keep Y/N safe an I kno—“

“Okay! Peter, fine, you can help Steve keep watch. Just be careful, and if I feel you’re not safe I will pull you out from the mission. Got it?”

“Yes! Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter beams, now he can keep watch on you to make sure you stayed safe.

Everyone headed off to help prepare for the mission and you headed up to your bedroom to get ready for what you thought was possibly the worst party ever.

Nat hung a few dresses on your closet door for you to wear tonight. But one caught your eye. It was gorgeous, it was a shade of dark blue. The fabric was silky and vibrant. The colour made your mind wander to a certain boy whose favourite colour is blue. Peter. “Well, I guess the night won’t be as terrible.” You thought to yourself happy that you got to feel pretty at least. The dress was a ball gown and sparkled in certain lighting.

You put your dress on and had Nat help you style your hair into a princess braid updo. You did your makeup, a few layers of mascara and a layer of pink peach tinted lip gloss. A simple look, but still radiated beauty. Your wore a pair of little black heels under your dress and went on your way downstairs.

Peter dressed himself in a simple black suit that he wore to the last school dance. He even shaved and gelled his hair a bit. Steve also dawned a suit, but dark grey. They went over a plan of how they would surveillance the party while keeping an eye on you. In the middle of their conversation, you start coming down the stairs. Step by step, Peter comes into your view and you smile taking in how handsome he was, especially in a suit.

Peter gasped looking at you, he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were and wished he could’ve been the one spending the night with you. Just thinking about Dimitri being with you sent him into an internal rage. But looking at your smile takes him away from that thought. He realizes you’ve been standing there for almost a minute and he hasn’t said a word to you.

“Wow, you look... pretty.” Peter says rubbing his arms.

“Yeah, you really are beautiful, Y/N.” Steve adds.

“Aw, thanks guys. And you both look very handsome.” You say shyly.

Peter looks up at Steve with an annoyed look, jealous that he made a comment about your appearance. Steve just laughs messing with Peter.

You, Steve, and Peter all drive to Dimitri Toomes’ party and discuss what the game plan will be.

“Ok, here’s what I’m thinking, Y/N goes in and scopes for Dimitri, she talks with him and get him comfortable with her. She’ll lead him on with questions about his family business. Once we get enough intel, she calls it a night and we get her out of there. Y/N, you’re going to go by a fake name and say you’re the daughter of the mafia boss, Lorenzo Bianchi. Just make up answers the best you can to his questions. We’ll be in your ear the whole night and we’ll help you talk to him. Peter and I will walk around the party to look for any suspicious behaviour and to keep a closer eye on you. If at any time you don’t feel safe anymore, say “my head hurts” got it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’m still really nervous about this.” You say scared about the whole situation you were about to enter.

“Don’t worry, Peter and I are with you the entire night. Just act natural and you’ll be okay. We are here.”

The three of you enter and immediately disperse. You enter the ballroom and turn heads as you move towards the bar. As you get to the bar, your eyes meet with a seducing glare. It almost made you uncomfortable but it was oddly alluring. You notice this man is young and clean cut. He was wearing a lighter suit with a dark black shirt. He was very tidy for a criminal.

“That’s him, Y/N. Across the bar from you. Make your move.” Steve says in your earpiece.

You instead have a better idea. You made sure his eyes were still fixed on you and flutter your eyes slightly and order yourself a drink. Just as you predicted, he got up from his seat and made his way over to you.

“Excuse me, miss, I don’t think I know you.” He says with a dark masculine voice.

“You’re right, you don’t know me.” You say slightly shocked at how unintentionally confident you were coming across.

“Beautiful and funny, now I’m sure I haven’t met you before.” He chuckles.

“Dimitri Toomes.” He says now leaning on the bar bench beside you.

“Francesca Bianchi.” You say now making eye contact with the man.

“You’re Lorenzo Bianchi’s daughter? Wow, he never said he had a daughter. A sexy one too.” He says looking over you with a venomous sound in his voice.

Peter was listening to this entire conversation and he was starting to get annoyed by Dimitri’s tone with you. His fist was squeezed tight and his knuckles turned white.

“Y/N, flirt back with him. You’ve got him attention and he’ll be easier to pry if he’s getting your attention back.” Steve suggests.

Peter is now dying inside, having to hear the conversation that’s about to happen. He wants to pull you away and not have you be flirted with by someone who only looks at you as a piece of meat.

“Well, I’m his little girl after all, he wants to protect me as much as he can. He wouldn’t want me to go out and find myself a new kind of daddy.” You say looking deep into his eyes and slightly biting your lip.

Both Peter and Steve stood still, mouth agape at what they just overheard you say. Peter was slightly turned on by your confident tone and how on the nose you were. He was still of course bothered that you were talking to Dimitri. Peter tried to keep his cool for the sake of the mission and your safety.

“Careful what you say, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to say something you don’t mean.” Toomes says towering over you now with a very condescending tone.

“Who said I didn’t mean it? And any way, how do you know my father?” You ask, trying to push for information.

“Lorenzo is a friend of my father’s. My father is working on a plan to run the city better for the mafia. And how do you not know this? Does your father know you’re here?” Dimitri asks slightly suspicious of you.

“My father doesn’t like women being involved with his business. I just want to look out for my father, I don’t want him getting into trouble is all.” You say hoping this puts him off your scent.

“Ah, the delicate princess, of course, I mean, if you were mine, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you, except me of course.” He says now trailing his fingertips along your forearm to your hand.

Unsure of how to react you just play along with him hoping Steve or Peter will help direct your next move.

“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, Y/N. Try getting more info out of him. He’s buying it.” Steve guides you. Peter at this point is speechless, he was stuck in an internal rage. He wanted to kill this guy just because he touched you.

“Dimitri?” You say with a higher pitch now hoping to sound too cute to decline.

“Hmm?” He hums in response.

“Could you tell me what my dad is planning on doing to make the mafia run better?” You ask fluttering your lashes, not breaking eye contact with him.

“I don’t know, Princess. I think it’s best to keep you out of it. Your father thinks so.” He says looking at you, now taking your hand and pulling you up from your seat.

“We can talk over by the balcony, it’s more private there, and I like my privacy.” He says very ominous. You were now feeling pale, unsure of what he meant by that. As you both move towards the balcony, your eyes meet with Peter’s and he looked concerned. He followed close behind the both of you, not daring to let you out of his sight.

“Now, Princess, I’ll tell you just a little bit to give you piece of mind about your your father. Your father works by conducting drug runs across the borders and selling drugs to smaller criminal groups within the city. Lately, the drugs have been resurfacing and the police have been finding out what groups are in possession of these drugs. Your father made a business deal with my father to make these weak groups disappear. My father in turn, had your father invest in most lethal warfare for taking over the city. As of now, our fathers have almost successfully taking over a stronghold, and they’re not stopping there.” He says, taking pride in his father’s work.

“Wow, I never knew my father would actually be helping take over the whole city.” You say in fake awe.

“But enough about that, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you tonight, darling. In the moonlight you are just mouthwatering.” He says, moving closer to you taking a handful of your hair to move away from your neck. He leans in to start kissing your neck. You jitter from the sudden touch of his hand. As he kisses your neck you step away from him. You could sense Peter was near.

“What’s wrong, princess? I was just kissing you.” He says deep in lust.

“Oh, I.. know it’s just, I’m really thirsty, would it be possible if you could get me a drink?” You ask hoping he would so you could catch your breath and talk to Peter.

“Okay, I’ll be back, don’t move.” He says as he makes his way back to the bar.

You exhale deeply and Peter appears almost out of nowhere.

“Y/N! I can’t believe that guy! I want to kill him, if we weren’t on a mission right now I would do it right now—“ Peter whispers loudly.

“Pete, I’m okay, he’s creepy, but harmless. I got so much intel for him. This plan is working well so far, I’m going to try for a little more, and then we’ll get out of here.” You say trying to reassure Peter, but also starting to blush at how much he really cared about you. Does he maybe like you back?

“You gotta go before he comes back.” You tell him almost shooing him away.

A few seconds pass and Dimitri appears with your drink just in time that Peter wasn’t stood beside you.

“Thanks.” You say taking a sip from the glass.

A few minutes pass and your head starts to spin. Your vision is blurry and and your eyelids feel heavy. You tried to remember what Steve said to alert him.

“My head hurts.” You say mumbling, losing control of your voice.

“You know, you really shouldn’t trust people you don’t know, Princess.” He says darkly. Why did he do this? Did he hear you and Peter?

You lose control of your body and start to tumble forward, but a pair of strong arms catches you before hitting the hard ground.

..........

You wake, arms and ankles tied in a dark concrete room. Where was this place? Am I still at the party? You ask yourself.

Moments later you hear footsteps approaching the door to your concrete room. You close your eyes hoping that whoever it was would think you’re still unconscious.

The footsteps approach closer and closer until they stop directly in front of you.

A hand hits you across the face, you shudder from it and find that it is none other than Dimitri.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He says with no recognizable tone in his voice. You almost revaluated if the man even was Dimitri.

“So, you think you would just stumble into my party hoping to steal all of our information? And by the way I know your fucking name isn’t Francesca Bianchi! Bianchi has no children!” He says now very angry at your attempt to deceive him earlier.

“I saw you arrive at the party with those two men, as soon as I saw that, I knew to pay attention to you. Women who show up with bodyguards aren’t good news around here.” He scolds you.

“Now, do you want to tell me who you and those men are? Or do you want me to beat it out of you?” He says bringing his face down to meet yours, taking your chin in his hand.

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout, heart racing at your courage.

Dimitri laughs and suddenly slaps you across the the face. You can feel blood starting to drip from your nose now.

“Talk like a bitch, get slapped around like a bitch!” He yells at you even angrier.

“Do something stupid like that again, I’ll have kill one of your boyfriends.” He says with a sharp tongue.

Did he actually have Peter and Steve captive? You couldn’t help thinking it was your fault, he must have heard you talking to Peter before he drugged you.

“No! Do whatever you want to me but don’t hurt them!” You yell back at him.

“Aw, does someone have a little soft spot for them? I’m thinking you like the little one. He was so bothersome, following us all night. I just couldn’t get you alone could I?” He says with an irritated tone.

“It’s too bad too, I was really starting to like you, you’re quite the flirt.” He says as he shifts closer to you. You try to move away from him but fail, he picks you up and takes you out of the concrete room.

You now find yourself in tied in a chair in a room with mob men. All of them look intimidating, these men were decorated in scars and appeared quite muscular.

“Now princess, I’m leaving you here to think about what you might want to tell me. I’m going to visit your little boyfriends, if you try anything stupid I’ll fucking kill you instantly.” He says sharply and disappears.

You were beyond scared, you didn’t think much of Dimitri when you met him. You just thought he was a rich kid who thought he was a top dog. But now being at his mercy you were so terrified. You were even more scared thinking about what awful things he could be doing to Steve and Peter.

“Steve!.... Steve, are you awake?” Peter asks quietly hoping that the cap was okay.

“Yeah... I’m fine, my head is spinning a bit.” Steve reassures Peter.

“We gotta get out of here, Y/N needs us, I hope she’s okay, I don’t know what I’d do if she was hurt.” Peter cries out.

“It’s okay Peter, relax, we’ll figure something out and we’ll get Y/N. Just let me think of something.” Steve says now thinking of an escape plan.

Peter struggles in his ropes and realizes his knots were not as tight as they should have been. “Hey, Cap? I think I can get out of my ties.”

“That’s great, looks like someone underestimated you.” Steve says struggling in his ties hoping his were loose also.

Peter got his wrists free and is now working on his ankle ties. As he finishes freeing himself, the door starts opening and Peter resumes to his position when tied.

“Boys, you’re awake now?” A dark voice emerges from the black doorway.

“Why are we here?” Steve boldly replies.

“To answer my questions, that little girl certainly had a lot for me tonight. Now, you have the option to answer and be good boys, or, you can dodge my questions and have her get beaten again. Your choice.” Dimitri says coldly.

“You won’t put your damn hands on her you piece of shit!!!” Peter says, now having a nerve struck after hearing that you have been beaten.

Dimitri laughs at Peter’s reaction, “And what? You think you’re going to do something about it? You’re just a kid, and you’re tied!”

“Am I?” Peter says pouncing onto Dimitri, punching him in the jaw.

“Poor choice little boy.” Dimitri says pulling out a knife.

Dimitri lunges towards Peter with his knife and tries slicing Peter’s arm. Peter dodges Dimitri and elbows Dimitri in the face. Dimitri stumbles behind Peter and takes the opportunity to stab Peter in the shoulder. Peter gasps and lands on a knee in front of Steve. He slowly pulls the knife out of his shoulder and drops it on the floor. This only sets more of a fight in Peter, Peter grapples Dimitri and pulls him to the ground. They both wrestle and each try to knock each other out.

As Peter and Dimitri fight, Steve is in arm’s reach of Dimitri’s knife and uses it to cut the ropes from his wrists. A few moments later Steve has now freed himself and helps Peter knock Dimitri out. Peter exhausted, can still only wonder if you were alright. He didn’t want to take a breath, he needed to save you.

“We have to find Y/N!” Peter tells Steve, now running out of the room.

“Peter hold on, we need to be careful, we don’t know what are doing with her. And what are we going to do with Dimitri? We can’t just leave him like this.” Steve warns Peter of his reckless behavior.

“Do you want me to finish him? Cause I’ll do it!” Peter says very dominantly.

“No! We can’t kill him! We need him for more information. We should tie him up and come back for him once we find Y/N.” Steve explains.

Steve and Peter tie Dimitri to a pipe, making it harder for him to remove himself if he were to wake up.

“We should split up, listen you can climb quietly along the walls and the ceilings and not be seen. I’ll go search areas around here.” Steve leads.

Before Steve could even finish his thought, Peter was already on the ceiling making his way to a room.

“And Peter, be careful!!” Steve’s voice echoes.

You were sitting in a chair with five mutants surrounding you in a circle. Your wrists were bruising from the restraints and they wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you tried.

“Stop struggling, sweetheart.” You hear one of them say. “We don’t want to hurt your beautiful face.”

“Why am I tied up when there’s five of you? Is Dimitri afraid I’ll overpower you.” You question.

The same man turns around and slaps you hard across the face. You cheek stung and became numb in a matter of seconds. What the hell? Why did he hit me?! You think to yourself.

“You don’t talk about Dimitri Toomes like that. Show some respect.” He says enraged.

You decided to push him some more. You didn’t know if it was out of pure courage or pure stupidity.

“Why the fuck would I respect him? He beat me!” You scream.

“That man is the son of Adrian Toomes, he’s among the strongest men in the city!” He defends.

“He’s a child, he’s not strong, I know plenty of stronger men and women than him!” You argue.

The man grows more annoyed and tired of your stubbornness. He pulled his arm back and whipped his hand hard across your face. Your cheek burned and you could taste blood on your tongue. You barely let out a whimper.

“You keep talking, and I’ll fucking end you right here.” He says very seriously.

As Peter is crawling along the walls and ceilings of the concrete hideout, he feels the hairs on his arms stand. His spider senses were going haywire. He sensed you nearby. He could hear muffled voices coming from a room ahead of him, he rushed to the doorway and listened for your voice but instead he only heard cries of pain from you. He crawled into the room and met eyes with you. You smile now knowing you were going to be okay. You wanted to help Peter have a better chance at freeing you. You needed to come up with a distraction and fast.

“Hey, do you hear that?” You say curiously.

“Hear what?”

“There! Did you hear it now? It was a loud slam! It sounds like it’s coming from outside of this room!” You say trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“You better not be lying, Dimitri will torture you and your friends even worse than you imagined.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me. Dimitri might be fighting off both of my friends right now.” You say coy.

The man scoffs and slowly leaves the room not breaking eye contact until he fully leaves. Another man follows for reassurance. Only three men remained in the room. Peter could handle them, these men were much scrawnier compared to the other two men.

Peter slowly crawls down the wall behind you and plans his attack. He looks over to you and makes a web shooting motion with his hand. You nodded, knowing exactly what his idea was.

Peter stuck his wrist out and shot webs at man leaving him stuck on the ground. The other two men were now aware of Peter’s presence and began attacking him.

Peter shoots his webs at one of the remaining men’s wrists, removing his knife. Peter then punches the man’s jaw and swings him down. The other man was more difficult to fight. He was much stronger than Peter anticipated.

Peter swung his fist to make contact with man, the man dodges and makes a quick hit to Peter’s ribs. You could see the pain oozing from his face. You cried for Peter, wanting him to be okay.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Peter says staggering in his place trying to get his momentum back. Peter tried to take another swing and hits the man in the cheek. The man is slightly fazed, but kicks Peter off his feet. The man puts Peter in a chokehold. You yell at the man to stop.

“You want me to stop? I don’t know, I think loverboy could take some more.” The man taunts.

As the man taunts you, Peter loosens the man’s grip from his neck. “It’s going to take a lot more for you to take me down that easily.” Peter huskily replies to the man.

Peter then elbows the man in the ribs, knocking the wind right out of him. Peter removes himself from him and reverses the positions between them. He then grabs the man’s collar and punches the man hard, knocking him out.

Peter steps back still looking at the man. He is breathing hard. You look Peter over, glancing at all of his wounds. His neck was already bruising, his fists were bloody, his clothes were ripped and bloodied, his jaw was bruised. You also notice a large stab wound in his shoulder. When did he get that?! Peter was a mess and you blamed it on yourself.

“Peter... you’re hurt.” You say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m okay, please don’t cry.” He says as he quickly makes his way to you.

You could see him breathing deep and hunch in pain when he makes certain movements.

“No, you’re not Peter. Every time you move I can see it hurts you. You were also stabbed, how long ago did that happen? This is all my fault, if I had been better at lying and not trusting Dimitri none of this would have happened.”

“Y/N this is not your fault at all! Please don’t blame yourself for this. Dimitri tried to fight me and he ended up stabbing me. You don’t have to worry about him, he’s not going to hurt you again. We’re okay, and we’re gonna get out of here.” He says now untying you from your chair.

“I put you into a situation where you got hurt, I couldn’t bare to watch that asshole choke you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he actually killed you.” You say now sobbing thinking of what the outcome could’ve been.

“He didn’t, you’ve still got me. I would’ve chosen for him to take me down over you getting hurt.” He says comforting.

“I really don’t know what I would’ve done if one of those assholes had you like that. I could hear you crying. That’s how I found you. They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” He says now getting very tense. You could feel it, being the only one with him.

“Peter?” You say interrupting him.

“Yeah Y/N?

You lean in wrapping your arms around his neck gently to kiss him. He takes control fast and kisses you deeply and sweetly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked down the stairs back at the compound.” You admit aloud.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you, I just never knew how to tell you and I thought you only liked me as a friend.” Peter says now very shyly.

“And, you kinda took my breath away when you came down the stairs in that dress. You know blue is my favourite colour.” Peter admits.

You cut him off and kiss him again, reassuringly.

“I know! I picked that dress out of Nat’s options for you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, Pete.” You confess.

Just as you were leaning in again. Your dad busts the door in finding the both of you in an embrace.

“Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY! THANK GOD I FOUND YOU TWO!” Tony says very relieved.

Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Bucky enter behind and relax finding the both of you safe. Once Steve and Bruce see that you’re both okay, they breakaway from the group to find Dimitri to bring back for questioning.

“Dad! We’re okay! How did you find us?” You say beaming.

“I put a tracker on your bracelet so we could locate you in case of an emergency.” Tony says.

“Wait, I’ve had this bracelet for over a year now. You did just put a tracker on it now right?” You say suspicious.

“...”

“DAD! There’s a thing called privacy! You can’t stalk my every move!!..” As you get mad you slowly realize if it weren’t for your irratic father, you may never have escaped.

“Thanks, dad.” You say running up to him hugging him tightly.

He squeezes back, then realizes who you were hugging moments before when he broke the door down.

“Hey Peter, do you want to explain to me why you were hugging my daughter?” He says protectively.

“Dad! Stop! He saved me, if it weren’t for Pete I wouldn’t have made it.” You say defending Peter.

“And, I love him.”

“Ok.... And we will have a discussion about this later young lady. I don’t like the idea of you using the L word.” He says now leading the way out of the room.

The Avengers follow Tony, you and Peter are left alone for a moment in the room again.

“Thanks for defending me, Y/N. Did you mean that also?” He says softly.

“Yeah I did.” You say placing your hand in his.

You both follow along still hand in hand. “Also, my dad will get over us liking each other. He tells me how great of a guy you are all the time.” You chirp.

“What if he doesn’t? I don’t think he’d think I’m a great guy if I’m dating his daughter.” Peter says slightly concerned.

“Then it’ll be our little secret.” You say whispering to him.

“That’s a secret I could keep.” Peter says now smiling looking back at you.

[coldmilkcreamery]

lux in tenebris

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x male reader 🌹🥀

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4182

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: set in the 1960’s, your relationship with Jaehyun blooms as you navigate a time when homosexuality is unacceptable.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: hinted homophobia (but never shown)

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: because valentines is jaehyun’s birthday !! hbd to my first bias <3 this story is so so fluffy, which is so unusual for me because i’m an angsty writer 🥴 also, i thought of this story while listening to ‘put your head on my shoulder’ !! every time i would write a part, i would listen to it <3 this is the longest story i’ve written, surpassing memories (which is also a jaehyun one btw, i think this unintentionally proves my dedication to him) !! i hope u guys like this because i’ve worked the hardest on this 🥺 happy valentines everyone ! <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

-

(some time in the 1960s~)

-

Everybody thought they were friends. The class-skipping, the after-school hangouts, the dinners at Anka’s Diner—everybody thought they were friends. And truly, they were.

But is that really all they were?

-

“So…” Jaehyun asks as they walk down the halls of Neo High, “Anyone approach for Valentine’s yet? I bet you’ve gotten more than three people to ask you out by now.”

Y/N chuckles, lightly shoving Jaehyun as the latter chuckles as well. “Man, stop it. No one asked me out. And who are you to say that? Star athlete, 6 pack abs, Jaehyun of the Neos, I'd say… 6 girls?”

“7, actually.” They both giggle as Jaehyun continues, “But… I shot all of them down.”

They both near Y/N’s locker, Jaehyun leaning on the ones beside as the former opens his and gets some books out. “Why? 7 girls… neat.”

“I have my eyes on someone else.” Jaehyun says, looking up, blushing at the ceiling, glad that Y/N’s locker door is obstructing the latter’s view of his face.

“Lucky girl.” Y/N says, nonchalantly as he closes the door to his locker. “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”

“Sure hope they do. So… I'm guessing you're still on the make? You know, looking for a date?” Jaehyun says curiously, unknowingly hoping for a certain answer.

“I told you no one asked me out. And honestly, I’m fine with that. It's a Saturday on the 14th—maybe I should just stay home and listen to the radio.”

“Aww. That's fine little man.” Jaehyun says as they begin their trek towards their classes. “Maybe you could go out with me…” His voice softens, not wanting to alert those around them, “If you can't find anyone.”

Y/N chortles, smacking Jaehyun on the shoulder once again, “Kinda gay ain't it?”

“Nothing wrong with it.”

“You think the people around us’ll say the same?”

Jaehyun hums in acknowledgement as he fixes his tie, replying, “Okay then. Well, see ya’ later alligator.”

Y/N smiles as he sends the boy a wink, entering his classroom as the latter walks to his.

-

They both knew it. It was mutual knowledge. But unspoken. It was unspoken knowledge. The sly touches, the flirting—they both knew it.

But neither have made a real move yet.

-

“If you had one thing you could do right now, without being interrupted—without any distractions,” Jaehyun says, lying down on Y/N’s bed, throwing a baseball up in the air as he asks, “what would it be?”

“Hm.” Y/N ponders, pausing the movement of his pencil over the créme sheet of paper, placing it down. “Maybe…” he looks out the window, observing the orange to black ombré, “Moongazing. I just love the moon. The stars too.”

“You always talk about the moon.” Jaehyun stops throwing the white ball knitted with red fabric, catching it on one hand as he sits up. “What’s so bewitching about it anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N continues writing, the graphite marking the pages as it produces the only sound in the room apart from their voices. “It’s… calming. Not to mention, the twinkling stars look pretty too.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star…” Jaehyun sings softly as Y/N chuckles, throwing a pillow at the former.

“If you don’t believe me—”

“I do. I’ll take you for your word.” Jaehyun replies almost instantly. “I always do.”

“Neat. Now flake off. The sun is setting. You live three streets away, and I don't want you walking in the dark alone.” Y/N gets up from his seat at the window, turning to face Jaehyun.

“Walk me home then.” Jaehyun replies, a smirk on his face.

“That would mean I would be the one walking home alone in the dark, you dork.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaehyun replies, getting up from Y/N’s bed to give him a long, warm hug. Their bodies separate as Jaehyun blows Y/N a kiss, walking out the bedroom door, getting a snort in return.

The marmalade sun hides itself on the horizon as Y/N looks out the window, waving to Jaehyun as the latter walks out their front yard, beginning his journey home.

Oh God, was he falling.

-

It was getting increasingly difficult to resist. The sneaky flirts, the clever comebacks—it was getting increasingly difficult to resist.

And maybe he should stop doing so.

-

“Baby~” Jaehyun sneaks up on Y/N, whispering the words as the latter stiffens in surprise before smacking him lightly in the face.

“Dude. You gotta stop saying shit like that.” The boy sitting on his assigned chair replies, looking up at Jaehyun who is now seated on his desk. “Why are you here anyways? Don’t you have class soon?”

“You do.” Jaehyun replies, pointing at Y/N before pointing at himself, “I don’t. My first subject isn’t ‘till 9.”

“Hm.” Y/N mumbles as he looks back down on the sheet of paper with two unanswered math problems waiting to be solved. “Well, I forgot to complete this last night because I was too pre-occupied with English, and there’s five minutes left ‘till my class starts so I really gotta finish this.”

“Maybe you don’t.” Jaehyun replies, a plan already devising itself in his mind. “Do you maybe wanna… go to the park?”

Y/N looks up, a smirk forming on his face as he observes the same smirk on Jaehyun’s. They hold a stare for about five seconds before Y/N shoves the gray sheet of paper into his backpack, not caring if it was getting crumpled. In laughing fits, both boys run out the hall and eventually out the school too. Slowing down from their marathon-like sprint, they don't notice that they have their fingers interlocked. Y/N realizing this, he quickly untangles them as he straightens his uniform, Jaehyun unconsciously bummed out.

“Well,” Y/N says, looking up at Jaehyun who was already staring at him, “lead the way, my good sir.”

Jaehyun bows as he jokes, “Why of course, Milady. I’ll have you back in school by 9, just in time for your second subject.”

Both giggle as they skip to the grassy park, unknowingly spending the whole day out of school.

-

Maybe it was something in the air. Something they inhaled, passing their airways as it made its way to their heart, freeing them from their icy restraints. Maybe it was something in the air—or maybe something in the grass. But it made them both come out of their shells.

What took that damned O₂ so long to enter their lungs?

-

“Oh shit.” Y/N realizes halfway through fawning about a low-graphic, black and white but new cartoon that had just come out. He looks down on his right wrist as he scoffs. “You said you’d get me back in school by 9.” He says, annoyed, looking up at Jaehyun, “It’s 9:05”.

Jaehyun chuckles innocently, planting his palm on the back of your shoulder. “Well… if people see us here in the park when we’re supposed to be in class… we’ll get detention for skipping.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, totally didn't know that, Jae.” Y/N says, facetiously.

“Well… we could go to the movies? Or the fair…” Jaehyun brings his lips closer to Y/N ears as he whispers convincingly, “Or both.”

The flustered pulls away, hands pushing Jaehyun towards the opposite direction. “Fine. But I didn't bring my wallet today.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” Jaehyun replies, a look of sarcasm cascading his face. Y/N rolls his eyes before staring straight into Jaehyun’s, cracking his knuckles. Before he could get a word out, Jaehyun already surrenders. “Okay, okay! Calm down dude.” He chuckles. “But on one condition.”

“I’m listening.” Y/N replies, crossing his legs.

“Be my Valentine. For tomorrow.”

“W-”

“Dude, you don't have a valentine, I don't have a valentine—”

“Because you turned them all down!”

“Okay fair enough.” Jaehyun admits, “But it's not like I can ask them out again, it would be too humiliating for big ole’ Jae, wouldn't it?” He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he stares into Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N contemplates, sighing after a minute as he replies, “Fine.”

Jaehyun jumps in glee as he cheers, acting like a kid whose parents agreed to buy them ice cream.

“Just take me to the movies already.” Y/N sighs yet again, scratching his head as the taller calms down, bowing facetiously.

“Of course, Milady.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

-

The popcorn was exceptional. Splendid indeed. The pop of flavor just made everything fall into place. The popcorn was exceptional—maybe that’s why Jaehyun held the bag so cautiously.

And soon enough, that won’t be the only thing he’ll be holding—and eating, too.

-

“Mmmh.” Jaehyun moans as he sips his pop, taking a handful of popcorn right after.

“Dude, stop! We haven't even gotten in the theater yet and you're already devouring everything.” Y/N whines, upset. “By the time the movie starts, we’ll have nothing!”

“Chill,” Jaehyun replies, taking one last sip from his straw before he smiles at Y/N, “we can just buy another one.”

“You’re just wasting money.” Y/N groans, not wanting Jaehyun to spend any more.

“Okay, okay.” He replies, sealing his popcorn as they wait to be let in the theater.

-

Was it the popcorn in the theater? Something that gave Jaehyun the courage. Because Jaehyun had not been this bold 6 months ago. Was it the popcorn in the theater—or was it the soda pop?

It didn't matter. What he was going to do with his newly-found virtue did.

-

In the darkness, the mono-colored movie played as the bag of popcorn was set in between the boys.

“Remind me why we decided to watch a romance movie again?” Y/N brings his lips closer to Jaehyun’s ears as he whispers, not wanting to disturb the rest.

“People say it’s a good movie.”

“They both die.”

Jaehyun peels his eyes away from the screen to stare at Y/N, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “You just spoiled the movie for me.”

“Everybody knows the story of Romeo and Juliet.” Y/N replies, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I don’t.” Jaehyun whispers, looking back at the projected movie, correcting himself, “Didn’t. I guess I do now.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know though.” Y/N remarks, grabbing popcorn from their shared bucket, staring at the movie playing.

“Now I do, and…” Jaehyun looks at Y/N once again, his cheeks burning as he braves and says, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ll both be Romeos tomorrow.”

Y/N lightly chuckles, trying to ignore what Jaehyun had just said, keeping his eyes glued to the movie.

Unsatisfied with Y/N’s reaction, Jaehyun slips his fingers past the bucket of popcorn and onto Y/N’s, resting on the armrest. With the sudden weight and warmth on his hand, Y/N tenses—but doesn’t look at Jaehyun. Rather, he watches the movie intently, silently hoping he doesn’t give in.

Jaehyun leans closer to Y/N, lips right next to his ears as he whispers, “I’m cold.”

And he gives in.

Their fingers interlock in the dark of the theater, the sounds of dialogue from the movie filling the enclosed space up. No one can see them—it’ll be alright.

-

Jaehyun always found rings cute. A cheese ring, a metal ring, the ring around Saturn. Jaehyun always found rings cute,

But his greatest wish was to put a diamond one around Y/N’s finger.

-

“This is a scam.” Y/N retorts, hands crossed. He stares at Jaehyun as they stand in line for a hoop game on the board walk’s carnival, a few minutes after their exit from the theater.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Jaehyun replies, his eyes on the prize—a teddy bear the size of a toddler.

“That’s like saying ‘There’s no harm in getting scammed’, Jae.”

“Well,” Jaehyun cheekily replies, smirking as he blurts, “there’s no harm in getting scammed for you.”

Y/N looks at Jaehyun in disbelief as the flirt grabs 3 round hoops, preparing to land them on the moving bottles. Much like Y/N’s prediction, the first hoop falls too early and too far from the bottles, the second slides off after nearing and the third one flies too far and hits the stall owner. Jaehyun cringes as the owner painfully smirks, the feeling of victory of scamming another customer engulfing the latter’s mind, accompanied by the feeling of pain from the metal object recently hurled at his stomach.

“At least we have consolation candy?” Jaehyun’s face agonizes, embarrassment taking over.

“At least we have consolation candy.” Y/N repeats, grabbing a handful as he smiles at the owner and makes a 180°, leaving the booth. Jaehyun follows behind, hands in his pocket as he looks around the fair.

“Oooh,” Jaehyun interests, “What about that one?” He says, pointing at the game with a man in his 20’s trapped inside a container with water below, fate depending on his partner’s aim at the target.

“How about no?” Y/N replies, chuckling shortly after, “If you like water so much…

how do you feel about the beach?”

-

Tonight was the night. It wasn’t the 14th—it was the day before. But Jaehyun was more than confident enough to make a move. Tonight was the night—and nothing could go wrong.

Or so he hopes.

-

The tangerine sun meets the navy water once again, its center resting at the edge of the coast. Both boys walk down the beach, hands in pockets as they keep their feelings in.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Jaehyun perks up as he stares at Y/N breaking the silence. “The sun setting.” Jaehyun nods as Y/N continues. “It’s a shame that it’s disappearing soon. Give it a few minutes more and there won’t be a trace of orange on the sky.”

“It’s just how it is.” Jaehyun replies.

“Exactly.” Y/N gleams, the wind blowing on his shirt. “As much as I love seeing the sun, and as much as I hate seeing it go, I see it as a good thing too.”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun replies, sparkles in his eyes as he stares at Y/N, only the calm waters and the sun’s secant behind him.

“I see it as, ‘if you love something, you have to let something else go’, or something of the sort.” Y/N chuckles, his hands still in his pockets, “I love the sun so much, but if it means seeing the night sky again, I’d give it up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

“You must love the moon and stars so much, huh.” Jaehyun awes as his skin glows under the dying sun’s radiating tint.

Y/N nods as both boys settle down on a spot by the ocean, watching the sun submerge, darker and bluer hues taking over the early evening sky. They sit there for a few minutes, staring at the ocean waves, thinking about their current situation. As they contemplate, the sky has completely changed, from warm hues into cooler and darker ones, the moon showing itself first.

“There you go.” Jaehyun chuckles, laying his back on the sand as he points up, “Your favorite.”

Y/N follows the direction Jaehyun’s finger is pointing at as he looks up at the indigo atmosphere, a faint, glowing crescent standing out. He beams as he appreciates the moon’s presence, basking in it. “Thank you for today, Jae.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget about tomorrow okay?”

Y/N nods as he gets up, dusting his shorts off from the sand. The other gets up as well, doing the same as Y/N watches.

Just as the latter is about to leave, Jaehyun speaks up. “Wait!” Y/N faces him once again, a sparkle on his eyes as he wonders why he was called back. “I— I have something to say.” Jaehyun shivers, clenching his fists as he breathes in and out, preparing himself for his own confession. “For the longest time I’ve— I’ve looked up to you and I just wanna say,” Y/N raises his eyebrows, the sound of waves crashing onto the beach filling his ears, “I like you.”

‘I like you’. The words ring in Y/N ears, the syllables painting his eardrums with love. It seems great at first but then he remembers—the predjudice, the shame, the disgrace, the dishonor—and doubles back. “Y-you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.” Jaehyun says as he inches closer to Y/N, his hand grazing the latter’s cheek as he pulls closer. Their lips touch under the moonlight, the stars and benthics as their witness. The taste of strawberry fills Y/N’s taste buds, the savory flavor of intimacy filling his mouth. With the doting feeling of passion engulfing Y/N’s body, he kisses back. They move in sync for a few seconds until Jaehyun pulls away, the feeling of endearment filling his mind as he registers that he had just kissed Y/N—the one he's been pining for for the past few years. Of course, that feeling isn't long-lasting as he notices Y/N take a step back, fear in the latter’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun questions, his words coming out as a mere whisper. Y/N doesn't reply as he takes more steps back, mortified. Jaehyun reaches his hand out—and that’s all it takes to send Y/N running.

He sprints the opposite direction, ignoring Jaehyun’s shouts behind him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as his shoes hit the sand continuously, fear and disappointment fueling his run.

Jaehyun is left alone, under the moonlit beach, and instead of hearing his beloved’s voice, only the sound of waves fill his ears, sending him into full regret.

-

Was it like water? Sometimes everything would be blithe—calm, tranquil water, their insouciant selves enjoying the world. But sometimes it would be erratic too—the unpredictable waves engulfing them and their relationship. Was it like water—their love for one another?

Jaehyun just hopes it wouldn’t dry up.

-

“Thought I’d find you up here.” Jaehyun mutters as he closes the rooftop door, making a sound as it closes again. It’s been a few hours since the beach incident, the moon already glowing brighter. “Look, I’m sorry for kiss–”

“Don’t be.” Y/N replies, keeping his voice as stern as possible, despite already being on the verge of tears. “It was great, I just,” Y/N pauses, takes in the night sky’s view for the last time before he breaks down, and plants his eyes on Jaehyun, still by the rooftop door. “Don’t you think this is wrong?”

“What is?” Jaehyun replies, already knowing the answer he would receive.

“This.” Y/N replies, whining dejectedly as he gets up from his sitting position, facing Jaehyun. “This is. We’re both guys, we shouldn't be flirting, let alone kissing!”

“Why does it matter?” Jaehyun questions, stepping forward as he tries his best to keep his tears in.

“It just does Jaehyun!” Y/N yells back, the exact opposite of Jaehyun’s hushed tone, his voice echoing out into the night sky. “It just does.” He repeats, tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.

“If it does, then…” Jaehyun steps back, the feeling of woe engulfing him, “you never liked me the same way I like you.”

“No!” Y/N replies almost immediately, a tear already slipping out, painting his right cheek, “I, I like you Jae, I like you so fucking much. Every single moment we’ve had, every single moment we’ve shared—I relish every bit of it. I can’t stop liking you—I’ll never stop liking you. But,” Y/N pauses, “I’m scared.”

Jaehyun steps closer to Y/N, pulling him into his embrace as the latter cries out onto his shoulder, tears staining his t-shirt, “Don’t be.”

“But I am.” Y/N replies, sniffing as he tightens his grip on Jaehyun’s body. “I’m scared of everything—What if people talk bad about us, behind our backs? What if our parents kick us out? What if we get expelled? What if—”

“Shh.” Jaehyun shushes, his hand rubbing Y/N’s back slowly, the strokes calming the latter down. “Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, just focus on me.”

“I’m sorry, I know I overthink a lot.” Y/N mumbles, pulling away from their embrace as he looks Jaehyun in the eyes, the moonlight shining on them. “I’m just… scared of the darkness that awaits, you know?”

“I get you.” Jaehyun replies as he stares at Y/N, melancholic. “And I’ll do whatever it takes, okay? I’ll be your candle, your shining light, anything that’ll get you through the darkness.”

“Thanks.” Y/N chuckles, looking down, noticing the sand still on Jaehyun’s shoes. “But that still doesn’t change what people would think about…” He points to Jaehyun, then at himself, repeatedly, “this.”

Jaehyun hums as he guides Y/N to the ledge of the rooftop, sitting both him and himself down as they stare out onto the deserted school field below. “Remember what you said about the sun, just a few hours ago when we were down at the beach?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’d give it all up. All of it. My status, my family, my friends—all of it…” Jaehyun says, peeling his eyes off the dark field below them and locking them with Y/N’s, passion fueling his words, “if it meant I could be with you. Because as much as I love them, if it means seeing you in my arms, I’d give them all up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

Y/N forces a sob in, trying his best not to break down. “But why?” He replies, feeling tears pool again.

“Because I’m serious with you, dude.” Jaehyun replies as Y/N chuckles, the tears still in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all this for a while now.”

Y/N snickers louder, he and his best friend’s intimacy overwhelming him. He takes in Jaehyun’s form, the moon casting its light down on him, and makes a desicion. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, you can be my candle. Fine, you can be my shining light. Fine…” Y/N pauses, trying to find the right words, “Fine, I’ll give this—us—a chance.”

Jaehyun quickly switches moods from his dejected one to a grin from ear to ear, painting over his gloomy look. “Does that mean you’re still my valentine for tomorrow...” Jaehyun pauses, looks at his watch then looks back into Y/N’s eyes, noticing all the sorrow fading, “I mean later?”

“Yes, dude.”

“We have to stop calling each other that now, babe.”

“Ew. Too cheesy don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I think it suits you.”

Both men chuckle as they stare out into the landscape, a completely new bond between them formed.

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day already,” Jaehyun mumbles as he looks toward Y/N’s direction, “do you mind giving me a kiss?” Y/N stops his peaceful gaze on the stars as he locks eyes with Jaehyun, noticing the sparkles in his eyes. “No running away this time though.”

Y/N chuckles before he places his hand on Jaehyun’s cheek, moving closer and closer, feeling their taboo love get stronger and stronger. Their lips touch as he realizes that Jaehyun’s lips taste more like peaches than strawberries. With this thought in mind, he smiles into their kiss, the feeling of fear leaving his body as he feels his best friend’s—now boyfriend’s—lips on his.

Instead of the briny ocean water witnessing their love wither merely 6 hours earlier, it was now the magnificent moon and the stunning stars bearing witness to their young, requited love bloom.

-

Maybe it was the stigma. The thing that kept them apart for so long. Maybe it was the stigma—or maybe they were both just pussies.

Good thing they grew some balls.

-

“I think I get why you like the moon and stars so much.” Jaehyun blurts as the two lay on the beach once again, staring up at the glittered night sky, the valentine air floating out and about.

“And why’s that?” Y/N says as he looks up at Jaehyun, curiosity devouring him.

“It reminds me of a phrase in Latin.” He replies, smiling as the bijou stars twinkled at them, as if they were smiling. “It means light in darkness.” Y/N nods. “The moon, the stars—they paint the plain black sky and turn it into something stunning. I can’t look away from it now. Whenever I look up at night, I’ll always remember you.”

“Good for you.” Y/N chuckles, shifting his gaze from his boyfriend’s cheek and placing it back on the painting-like sky above them, miniature dots glistening on the canvas. “What’s that phrase again? If it sounds pretty, I just might get it tattooed on me.”

“Light in darkness,” Jaehyun stops, smiling back at the specs winking at them, “and in Latin,” Y/N looks up at Jaehyun, only to catch him staring back, stars in his eyes,

“Lux in tenebris.”

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.13.21

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

okay so i’ve been going crazy these past few days. all about cockles/jensmish and obsessively watching their panels or reading the transcripts BECAUSE. THEY ARE LOUD. LIKE. i saw some fancams on twt and i thought people were just exaggerating but noooooooooo!!!???? so, getting to the point. you said that how do we know that jensen is performing masculinity? because jared isn’t and THAT IS A BIG BRAIN MOMENT. ON POINT. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. a particular moment from gag reel that jumps out (which you’ve talked about) when jensen goes ‘cas, you are my baby daddy’ and misha goes, ‘i know i love you too’ and jensen goes, ‘i didn’t say i love you’ and misha goes, ‘i know you wanted to’ and jensen says, ‘i love you’ WHAT THE FUCK! that was NOT a joke. yes, people took it as a joke and had a good laugh BUT I HAVE WATCHED IT TOO MANY TIMES AND IT LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE BECAUSE IT WAS NOT A PERFORMANCE. THAT WAS JENSEN. THAT WAS MISHA. jensen has a had trouble with the pda and being all touch feely (the breakup theory) and he gradually grew into it, accepted it and misha was right there all along, never pushed it. it was like a deancas au but tbh, 99% of destiel is because of cockles and we all know it. i just. jensen has latched onto dean as an emotional support because he tunes with it. understands it. projects on to it. yeah, i just had to say it and get it off my chest. (and what about those poetry pages on instagram? alma? what is your opinion?) btw, you have a lovely blog and your analysis are right on target.

so there is a LOT i’m going to address here(how dare you bring up [gunshot] i HAVE to talk about it now) so again!!!! under a cut it goes but i hope you appreciate my rambles anon it seems like you do :,)

1. jared vs. jensen and performing masculinity. hell yeah man. jared and jensen are both just ‘guys from texas’ but they are still so vastly different. today i actually had a revelation that i’m pretty sure has to do with me being bi. and it’s that i have a group of straight friends(that i love dearly but they care too much about hockey and pitbull imo could not be me) and i have a group of queer friends(who are also batshit[affectionate]). and it’s like whichever group i hang out with a different side of me emerges? they’re both me, it’s just that certain aspects of who i am as a person only surface depending on who i am around. however, i will say i feel like i watch what i say around my straight friends more. i see that very clearly in jensen as well. around jared during panels and on set, he’s definitely putting on an air of machismo and engages in typical guy talk. i do think an element of it is performative, because he wants validation from jared that they’re still just two dudes from texas taking on the world together despite his sexual identity. does that make any sense??? i hope so. but when he’s with misha he is an entirely different person and his sense of humour becomes wildly different. the machismo fades away, he’s way less caught up in what people think about him, lets his guard down, etc. to go back to my original point which is how j2 are different in that regard....jared does not do this. he is a constant. he does not flip a switch between ‘performing masculinity’ and ‘not’ because he isn’t performing any part of who he is. he just IS. so yeah these two are similar in many regards but there’s somewhat of a dissonance between them when it comes to how they perform masculinity because one of them is putting on a show and the other is merely being.

2. that crypt scene blooper(here just in case you need to see it again. do it. as a treat.) when i tell you i have easily seen this over thirty times??? since it first came out??? i mean it. it is such an overlooked(r*mantic) moment and it means so much more than people think it does. i’ve talked about the context behind it, and i think that’s why this blooper was so meaningful, so i’ll mention it again. jensen and misha had a LOT of trouble with this scene. the reason is that jensen couldn’t wrap his head around why dean would be saying these things, if i remember correctly, and both of them sat down and scoured over how they should play it for a while before filming(teamwork ;) teammates *ahem*). [to be honest we all know why jensen had a hard time with that scene and it is because it is blatantly romantic. rip to him but i would simply give in to it at that point but oh well] so anyway, their heads were scattered going into shooting, which is NEVER a good headspace to be in for a scene, ESPECIALLY not a pivotal one. but they had each other to help them through said weird energy on set that couldn’t possibly have invoked the best feelings, especially considering jensen STILL doesn’t think he played that correctly(but he praised misha on his performance :,) ). and with that context every single part of that video hits haRD 

-’stop pulling my face towards your crotch’ i think this is objectively hilarious because it really really looks like jensen is pulling HIMSELF towards misha’s crotch. again, you’re fooling no one, jensen. misha’s wheezing laugh and the way he wraps himself around jensen is also,,,sweet??? like i don’t know how else to describe how i see it but this moment really reads as jensen, in his weird ‘constructing elaborate rituals’ way is asking for security through a physical touch from misha and he happily obliges and gives jensen what he needs. because i mean...watch it again. jensen ‘fights back’, but not really at all, actually. pretty wimpy counterattack. he literally lets himself be smothered by misha, and i would literally describe what they end up doing as cuddling. 

-’i need you, cas. you’re my baby daddy’ i love having an actor’s perspective on things bc i think i can explain what’s going on here. jensen just delivered what was(in his own mind) a rotten take of the lines he’s most scared of delivering. so the scene was already messed up. therefore; ensuing fuckery is warranted to help him feel better. but there’s also for sure more than meets the eye for what he says here because of misha’s reaction after??? like he seemed genuinely touched. first of all, he’s saying ‘you’re my baby daddy’ as half-jensen, but not necessarily dean either(because he didn’t say the previous lines as true to his character...you get it), to misha, not cas. i think i’ve made this point before, but every single innuendo in the gag reels is to misha specifically, never once cas. therefore; logical conclusion: ‘you’re my baby daddy’ was for misha and it meant something deeper than we think because of what follows it

-this part. jensen’s giddy ass smile after he sees misha crack and then misha says ‘yeah, i know’ (can i just say his voice when he says this is so intimate???? like am i intruding guys??? sorry i’ll let myself out) also he is smiling SO BIG

- ‘i know’ ‘why are you laughing?’ ‘no i know i love you too’ this analysis is already so long but i still want to get into what THAT whole exchange means. ‘why are you laughing?’ to me sounds like jensen’s pretending to be affronted by misha laughing at something that is serious. and it’s serious because he quite literally meant ‘i love you’. he did. misha knows it. misha’s really REALLY good at cutting the bs and just getting to what people are actually trying to say. he has an innate sharpness to his sense of humour. so yes, misha is being 100% accurate when he says ‘i know, but you wanted to say it.’ misha isn’t lying here. jensen did want and mean to say ‘i love you’. and then he actually does say it(in a jokey way but not really). 

- so yeah. it is actually so romantic??? like in a weird way jensen was professing his love for misha here?????? and that’s why this clip will NEVER. ever. get old. 

3. jensen having trouble with pda and projecting onto dean: we can all call ourselves dean coded cas girls but NO one deserves that title more than jensen ackles himself. he is dean winchester but marginally less repressed because he actually did admit he was in love with his best friend and let himself be happy, and pretty early on too. one year and two months as opposed to twelve years. so. happy deancas au is correct. and yes about the pda thing: one day i want to write my own post about both of their body language when it comes to each other, but all i can tell is jensen, even in the early days, couldn’t help himself from flirting with misha, but if misha ever crossed a line, jensen would not be happy. clearly he’s come around, however. what i find sweet is that misha always follows jensen’s lead when it comes to how much affection they’re allowed to show each other onstage. it touches my soul

4. destiel is cockles fault. yeah. and the thing is everyone knows it, too. even non-cockles shippers will explain early destiel as entirely dependant on jensen and misha’s wild chemistry. and that chemistry is easily explained by the fact that misha and jensen are literally just wildly horny bisexuals who were crazily attracted to one another and were falling in love on screen before our very eyes. and when you have THAT insider info(which sounds cray doesn’t it!!!! the destiel actors are in love irl??? huh???) everything really does click into place. why destiel got SO popular when the show and actors never ever intended for it to happen.(i know some people think misha was playing cas as gay the whole time for shits and giggles, and i won’t deny that[especially considering he found out early on that destiel was why he was staying on the show], but i don’t think he really wanted it to amount to anything, nor did he care??? i mean he has the real thing with jensen, for one, so their characters aren’t really as important. for two, he loves joking about destiel because it’s a cultural phenomenon and it’s fascinating, and i’m sure he did ship it because he’s unhinged, but i don’t think it was vastly important to him either way.) destiel got popular because everyone was and is unintentionally reading into the real deal. i could pull up countless gifs that people have used as destiel proof that is actually just jensen and misha being messy. mainly jensen. if i’m being honest.  the symbiotic relationship between destiel and cockles is why i’ve stayed onboard the destielcule and shellerscape for three solid months now; because it is utterly fascinating to witness and kind of super beautiful, too. 

5. alma(and others). so. i do NOT want to really REALLY get into this in its entirety here and now so i will just give you my opinion on if i think alma is misha or not. also; i don’t want to mention the other poetry accounts here bc i feel like that’s a bigger breach in privacy, but a lot of people do know about alma now. way too many, actually. this is why we can’t have nice things. anyway-to answer your question-there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that yes, misha is running that alma poetry account. i am 100% certain. some people think it’s actually three people and they’re all connected to misha in some way but that is so needlessly complicated. as it goes in psychology; the easiest explanation is probably the right one. it’s just one person running that account, and it is misha collins. i don’t know why it’s so hard to believe KNOWN POET misha collins(who is known to spend most of his free time writing poetry anyway) would have created a secret poetry account to write about his intense secret relationship under an alias and also get legitimate feedback since no one used to know it was him. oh and the handwriting is identical??? you are blind if you do not see that i am sorry. and a million other things prove it’s misha too but yeah all you need to know is yes. it’s him. it would take a literal livestream from a random woman on that account to convince me otherwise. and honestly not even that because a random woman could technically still log in if misha asked her too. so. it would take a hell of a lot to convince me otherwise, clearly. that said DO NOTTTTTTTTTTTT GO ONTO THAT ACCOUNT WITH A SUPERNATURAL RELATED USERNAME AND COMMENT THINGS THAT ARE COCKLES RELATED. ARE YOU BRAIN DEAD WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT’S OKAY. sorry i got heated but god please just don’t be dumb so many people have already gone way too far 

6. thank you for your lovely compliment on my analyses!!! i love doing them but i don’t know if people actually like reading them so i really appreciate it

[masterthespianduchovny]

No please share your theory if only you want to though. Well I mean David did kinda almost slip up when he said years age Nate's the single guy lol & him unintentionally always bringing her up and Gillian is getting flustered and shit and whatnot all the time when he's brought up. In your OWN opinion do you think that DD is also captivated/charmed with GA's charisma and her being her in general?

Wait, what does “Nate’s the single guy” refer to again?

Full disclosure: the only thing I claim to be true is that David and Gillian are friends, which I’ve stated before last Sunday.

This is all speculation on my end and I don’t claim it’s the truth by any means.

Personally, the only way I can make sense of David and Gillian’s is if they were/are having a torrid affair.

Antis will claim this is a fantasy of mine, but I don’t fantasize about people having affairs. However, I am realistic that these things happen.

As I mentioned in another post, how is Gillian still flustered about a question she literally answers several times a year for almost 30 years? Why can’t she give a straight answer? Why does she lie and sometimes contradict herself?

Because she was and currently is involved with David in an on again/off again affair. Depending on her answer, they’re either involved at that moment and/or she’s upset at him.

Where as David can answer the question, but he slips up in other ways.

And it explains why they’d lie about it.

Let’s get something clear: they’ve always admitted that they’ve had a complicated relationship, which they are open about, but they’ve never said they’ve hated each other.

Part of the reason is that they both have dominant personalities, the other reason is that they couldn’t or wouldn’t commit to each other for whatever reason. Then when they got married to their respective spouses and had kids, but still fucked around, they couldn’t expose their indiscretions.

They’re both trying to protect their kids, David more so than Gillian. David’s father cheating, and then leaving his mom for his mistress, deeply shaped David and his brother. People may think this is ironjc and hypocritical, but sometimes kids mimic their parents behavior. Even the toxic shit. As a result, he doesn’t want his kids finding out what he did because he knows what it could do to them. It’s also to spare their former spouses embarrassment (to be honest, I’m not sure David and Gillian would ever receive public blowback for it, esp now. People already think they’re fucking, so what difference would it make). Acknowledging that they ever hooked up leads to questions about when, and then people doing the math.

Gillian’s marriage was from ‘94-‘97 and David’s from ‘97-‘14. Okay, so maybe Gillian was single for a few months and David was single during his separations from tea. I’m not sure there’s a lot of overlap where they were both technically single at the same time. David dated Perry and the woman who dated det white. There has almost always been a relationship going on.

So if they’ve been fucking on and off for almost 30 years, it wasn’t always when both were single. One or both of them were definitely in relationships.

Something we know happened: Gillian admitted that they were talking (as in trying to see if it could lead somewhere) when David lost interest because she wasn’t from New York.

So there is evidence straight out of Gillian’s mouth that when they first met they kinda hit it off in that way before David walked away.

During the dark ages, you know the time they famously ‘hated’ each other, David elopes and doesn’t tell Gillian. Months later, her and David are doing an interview for print or video where they interview each other. Gillian brings up tea and is like, “you must’ve really liked tea to marry her so quick” and “why didn’t you tell me that you were getting married?” This isn’t verbatim, but the gist of it. David says, “you’re still mad about that?”

Let’s take a moment to note how weird that is. They hate each other, right? Why would Gillian fucking care that David didn’t tell her he was getting married and that it happened so quick? It doesn’t matter, but she was hurt by that. She really was. It wasn’t friend hurt, it was jealousy and betrayal.

David hates Gillian, but makes snarky remarks about her boyfriend Roland aka “six pack” (or is it eight pack). “Well, he hates her right, so it makes sense he’d make cracks about her boyfriend?” Well, years later, it’s an inside joke between them.

Their failed relationships are inside jokes to them. Does anyone else find it unusual how often they joke about their failed marriages and relationships? How is this something apart of their narrative or necessary when talking about how long they’ve known each other?

The only way their behavior and responses makes sense to me is if their relationship is messy as hell.

Why would you lie about how close you are to someone unless you had something to hide?

When you comb through their history and read/see what they were doing and what they said, it doesn’t match this narrative that they hated each other. They were at a difficult point in their relationship, personally and professionally, and that bled over into work and interviews. But they’ve always maintained that it wasn’t hate, it was just complicated.

I think in “ghost in the machine” Gillian pretends to blow David. They insisted on doing the “cut” FTF loss and I write cut in parenthesis because, although it was cut, it shouldn’t have existed. They made out twice for fun. Why? Why would you make out for fun with someone you hate? And didn’t this occur during the dark ages? In the unnatural, after tea leaves the set, David starts humping Gillian and she giggles. Yes, two people who hate each other right there.

Their relationship was so tense and complicated because they were stubborn, proud, and strong willed. Those type of people are bound to clash. Throw in their work environment and their relationships, it was a pressure cooker. An explosion waiting to happen.

When people say they hated each other, the question is why and how did they get over that?

There’s never an answer for it. Or when they do claim something, it’s disproven.

And that’s because they didn’t.

If they hated each other, they wouldn’t have done IWTB, various cons together, or even seasons 10 and 11.

Could I be 100% wrong about this, ABSOLUTELY.

Look, it’s no skin off my back if I’m wrong.

I just can never shake the sensation of how Gillian looks like she’s about to be caught or is scared when she’s on a late night show and someone says “picture” and “David” in the same sentence. She looks shaken.

What was up with their kimmel interview?

Why we they basically flirting while talking about hooking up with women?

I expect anon hate accusing me of saying “you said that they had a horrid affair doe 30 years.” 🙄 “but Gillian was so in love with Peter and David loves young pussy.” But my whole point is, I don’t know what to make of their relationship and this is the only thing that makes sense to me. Both of those things could be true in these hypothetical anon hates, it still doesn’t change what I said.

Hell, even Téa while freshly married to David described his relationship with Gillian as sibling like and like a married couple. What does that even mean?

People who talk about “Téa had to force David to invite Gillian to his housewarming party.” Was that because he hated Gillian or because they used to fuck/were fucking. Inviting your former/current lover to your new home with your new wife. A bit awkward and disrespectful, wouldn’t you say?

Keep in mind, months before (or a year before), he was her date to the Emmys, as a friend, to support her because her divorce was being announced that day. How do you go from that to hating each other and not wanting this person to come to your housewarming party?

What was the catalyst?

Why did the fall out?

Didn’t their tension start around the time he married Téa? 🌚

I don’t know if it’s in the same year or within the same 12 months of his marriage, but she’s mad at David at one award show and kissing him on the cheek at another. Dark ages, right?

Remember when Gillian gave a spot on, unfavorable assessment of David and he responded to it all hurt and moody? 😂

And, how could I forget, let’s think of the other suspect behaviors.

1. David: we only email like five times a year.

Gillian: that’s what you like to tell people.

2. Gillian’s gum falls out of her mouth, David puts it in his mouth.

3. Gillian spitting food in his hand and David not being grossed out by it.

3. David pulling on the hem of Gillian’s shirt to pull her closer so he can sign it. Neither thinks twice about it, despite the level of intimacy being unusual.

4. David biting on her shirt.

5. David going quiet and making shit awkward after joking about her saying she kept saying she’d point at random men and say, “I’m going to marry that man.” Same occasion two minutes before, Gillian asking how David knew who mitch’s wife was (it was her stunt double). It felt accusatory.

6. The chili’s story where she has to explain she means Mulder and Scully had sex at Chili’s and not them.

7. Then holding hands under the table at comic con in 2013.

And there’s a lot of stories either I forgot or don’t know, I’m still finding out new things.

I know this theory destroys their perspective of DDGA and it ruins them for some fans, but it’s just a theory. Like I said, I’m not saying it’s the truth. I’m saying it would explain a shit ton about the ebbs and flows of their relationship and why they’re so inconsistent and reactive to being asked about each other for just about three decades. Why aren’t they bored of the question by now and answer it without this big to do?

I don’t know if David stans believe he is/was a cheater, but Gillian stans swear he is until you mention he could’ve cheated with Gillian. All of the sudden, he’s faithful and committed. 😒

I can admit that I might be wrong because I don’t know them. Only they know what goes on in their relationship. But if you had friends acting like they do, you’d think they were fucking or wanted to even when they insist otherwise.

To tour last question: OF COURSE David is captivated by Gillian. Gillian is attractive, funny, and flirty. They seem to have similar senses of humors at times as well. She’s silly too. I can totally see David being taken in by her because we see that now.

He’s more of the straight man to her zaniness, but he finds her zaniness endearing.

EDIT: please feel free to add any normal colleague behavior between David and Gillian over the years. 👀

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

I love you, I hate you- Part 3

For those of you who also are into Felix fanfic this has a little taste of that in it.

Even though I can’t hear the bushes move or footsteps I know that look Pan had and it definitely means he’s going to scope out whatever is going on.

“So Lee, what was life like before you came here?” I ask starting a conversation somewhere.

“It’s rough. Constantly teased at school, family that ignored me, no one showing me interest of any kind,” he shrugs, “Why do you show so much interest in me? No one else does,” he looks down.

I put my hand on his arm, “because I know there’s something special in you. You’re more than what others think of you,” I smile.

“Y/n, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you,” he tells me.

I can tell the bomb is coming that will put Pan over the edge, “yes?” I ask.

“Well the past couple of days you have been quite flirtatious,” he begins, “and…” he pauses for a second and I wait for him to say how he has feelings for me. “I’m not over my ex” he blurts nervously and quickly and my mind is baffled now.

“What?! But what about everything you’ve been doing and acting like!” I begin.

He had no idea what I was talking about when I said that and I explain everything he’s mislead me with.

“Yeah I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m really sorry I misled you,”

“Pan needs to see you!” Felix says urgent which is very unlike his usual calm, dull, tone.

“Now? Why?” I ask sounding annoyed.

“I’m not sure. He’s your boyfriend maybe you pissed him off.” He tells me blowing the one thing that was going to make my scheme with Lee work.

“Peter Pan is your boyfriend?” Lee asks stepping away with a look of betrayal, “So what? You were just going to cheat on him with me?” He begins.

“Yes he is my boyfriend but he’s cheating on me too!” I blurt out unintentionally, “Why does that matter your not into me?”

I feel all eyes on me now and Pans presence gone.

After a pause Felix grabs my arm, “Let’s go,” Felix pulls me away roughly and once we are further away in a private area I stop and kick him.

“Why did you do that? Why did you have to say I’m dating Pan? I need Lee to distract me from his amazing affair! You know I don’t have the courage to break up with and confront him about that!” I’m on the verge of tears with my voice cracking.

“Don’t get mad at me for him not seeing how great you are! I was pushing you two together so I wouldn’t fuck up!” He yells back.

“What do you mean do you wouldn’t fuck up?” I don’t mention the first part because I don’t think I want to know. I am sniffling and wiping the hot tears on my face.

“It doesn’t matter,” he mutters to me getting serious again, “Let’s go,” he orders but I refuse.

I grab his arm, “No Felix! I may not have the nerve to stand up to Pan but I have no issue with you! Now stop being so cryptic for once and answer the damn question!” I demand.

He stands there for a second looking furious and then stomps toward me and grabs my face and kisses it passionately. I am overcome with shock and anger and betrayal and shove him off.

“What the fuck!” I shout, “You know I thought you weren’t like that.” My heart drops. Not only was a guy leading me on but Pans second, the guy most loyal to my boyfriend’s has feelings for me? “When you told me about Wendy you said you cared about what happens. Were you expecting me and Pan to fall apart so we can live happily ever after to be the aftermath of “what happens”?” I ask still furious. I’m too afraid to hear his response so before he has the chance to I stop him, “You know what just stay away from me,” I turn around and start running away.

Before I make it back to camp I run into Pan and stop, “Uh what are you doing here?” I ask nervously hoping he didn’t see everything that just happened with Felix.

“It’s my island. I can be in the woods if I want,” he answers with a serious tone. I nod with him obviously being right. We begin walking back in silence and there’s a nervous tension in the air from me.

“I saw you both… together,” Pan says breaking the awkward silence in a serious tone.

I gulp nervous not wanting to have this conversation and be left alone, “Pan please I really need some space it was a mistake,” I sniffle wiping my eyes that are starting to trickle from not being able to fight.

“You want space from me? Why so you can get closer to him?” He asks.

“I never planned on Felix having feelings for me!” I turn to face him annoyed.

He looks confused, “I was talking about Lee. What is this about Felix?” He asks serious with a lethal tone.

“N-nothing forget I said anything,” I tell him stuttering.

“No! Beside openly flirting with our newest arrival what are you doing with my second?” he demands mad.

“I’m doing nothing with Felix! He kissed me! But hey maybe I will since you don’t have an issue sharing your dick with the London chick!” I shout having more nerve. “What’s stopping me from flirting or doing stuff with other guys?” I huff angry.

“This is about Wendy? He asks not even denying it, “Yes I do see her every night and enjoy it! She’s absolutely obsessed with me and I love it!” When I thought my heart couldn’t be any more broken he shadders it more.

“I love you though,” I say with desperation.

“Well maybe I’ve fallen out of love with you! And something else about her is she’s coming to neverland and your going back to where you came from!” he states.

“Please Pan don’t send me back there. That life I had was horrible, you know that,” I beg him.

“Well there’s only space for one lost girl and you no longer fit in that spot,” He tells me as we arrive back, “Now go to MY cave and pack your things” he orders.

[ladynoirelf]

Dark Crystal Tik-Tok challenge: Walking in naked on s/o

Deet to Rian:

Deet peered into the room she and Rian, her body dripped wet from her shower and warped in a fluffy towel. She smiled as she watched Rian playing on the computer, headphones on and sometimes yelling at the boys in the mic.

Taking a breath, she slowly opened the door. The creak of the wood grabbed Rian’s attention, looking up from his desktop he watched Deet saunter next to him.

“Oh, hello” he greeted, lifting his mic so his friends couldn't hear.

“Hi~”

“You uh...just take a shower”?

“Mmh-hmm~”.

“Oh… You gonna-”

The soft landing of the towel cut Rian’s sentence to a halt, leaving him to stare at the beautiful nude body of his beautiful gilly. His breath hitched as she slipped into his lap, Rian had to slam his computer shut just in case the cam was on.

“Hey! Rian what happened? You disappeared”. Gurjin asked through the mic.

“Can someone help the orphan please! I'm getting killed over here”! Kylan’s panicked screeching feel deaf to Rian’s ears as Deet started kissing up his juggalr.

“S-Sorry guys I have to um...handle somethingseyoulater”!

Rian ripped the headphones off his head, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend before ripping the power cord from his laptop to force it off and hurried to the bed with Deet giggling madly in his arms.

 Rian to Deet:

“Did you get the gift package I sent you”?

“Yes father, but you don't have to send one every month”.

Deet watched her father on the other side of the Crystal-holo do some dishes. 

“Yes, I do. I don't want you using too much of those surface products. Who knows what they use in them, I was just reading an article about how they use fizzgig dung in some of their skin ointments and they even use…”.

Deet drowned out her father at the clicking of the bathroom door opening. Knowing it was Rian coming out from his shower, she stayed on the couch absently nodding as her father droned on about dung products and bone marrow shampoo. 

Suddenly, a damp towel flew over her head!

Deet whipped her head to see Rian standing smugly in the nude with his hands on his hips.

Deet’s mouth opened and closed like a Hooyim out of water, her eyes unsure of where to look.

“...so that's one of many reasons to avoid-oh my. Well hello there Rian~”.

Both Shadowling and Woodling looked in mortification to see Lath’N looking impishly at the exposed bits of his daughter’s boyfriend in the corner of the screen.

“Is it chilly in the house son”?

“FATHER”!

Deet threw the retreating Rian a couch pillow before pushing the floating crystal back in its slot to end the call. 

“Om my Thra, I’m so embarrassed”.

“YOUR embarrassed”!? Rian popped his head in the living room, pillow pressed over his groin. “I can't show my face to your father again”!

Both could only groan in embarrassment and shame.

 Brea to Kylan:

Brea made sure that her fluffy towel was good and loose before tiptoeing through the kitchen to sneak behind her boyfriend on the couch. Kylan sat oblivious to her sneakery, tending to his virtual farm on his handheld console. Brea mentally counted three before flinging off her towel and plopping her bare breasts atop Kylan’s head.

“Crushing titter attack”!

“Gyaa! Brea”!

Kylan nearly had his eye poked with an ample nipple. Shocked by Brea’s undress, he swiftly removed the sweater he was wearing and wrapped her up in it.

“For Thra’s sake the windows are open”! Kylan cried, gently pushing Brea away from the living room.

“We live on the 25th floor”.

“You never know, there might be some pervert with a telescope trying to see in here”.

“So you don't like it”? Brea coyly pouted, batting her lashes as she moved the sweater so her chest brushed against a blushing Kylan.

“N-N-No, no,no I do like it. I really like it”. He stuttered, looking to the ceiling in habit. Unintentionally giving Brea access to his jugular where she trailed placed her sweet kisses.

“Let's go then”. She cooed

“G-G-Go”?

“Bedroom” she kissed his bobbing Adam's apple “right now please”.

“...Okay”. 

Kylan dreamily followed his humming princess, leaving his game unsaved and console to die of battery loss.

 Kylan to Brea:

Normally, Kylan would try to avoid the group's challenges that required him to get chased, flirt with strangers and get nude. And after hearing how Rian’s challenge went horribly wrong, Kylan was definitely uninterested. 

But, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't curious to see Brea’s reaction. Since she took the lead most of the time, he figured it would be quite a suprise.

Curiosity got the better of him and now here he was standing outside his and Brea’s bedroom wearing only a robe. Taking Rian’s caution to heart, Kylan made sure Brea was nowhere near a cam or crystal-holo. He peeked through the crack of the open door to see Brea reading on her side.

With no cam-quartz insight, Kylan took a calming breath. Then pushed open the door with such force it slammed into the wall as he threw his robe off!

Startled by the noise, Brea jerked up to see a shaking Kylan standing before her with his cock out.

…

…

“So-”. Kylan was cut off with the shuffling of the comforter as Brea sat up to tie up her hair in a messy bun. Her eyes eyeing her target right in between her boyfriend's legs.

Kylan yelped in surprise as Brea pounced on him, devouring him right there till sunrise.

 Mothria to Gurjin:

“Darling”.

“Get your head in the game fellas were almost there”!

“Darling”.

“Come Kylan hit harder buddy you got this”.

“Daaaaaarling”

“YEAHEHEH! EAT SOG YA BASTARDS”!

“Gurjin”!

Said gillon winced at his love’s booming call, though he couldn't say he didn't deserve it. He muted his mic before removing his headphones.

“S-Sory about that lovemoth, I got caught up in the-ooooh”.

Pouting with her arms crossed, long locs untied and flowing freely to the floor, and bare as the day she was born. Mothria huffed as she turned her back to her boyfriend, her hair nearly hitting his awestruck face.

“You said tonight was my night”. She whined “but you’ve just been playing with the boys”. 

“Im sorry, I'm sooo sorry Lovemoth. Here I'll turn it off right now, and then” Gurjin pressed his lips to her webbed ear “then I'll lavish you in attention, okay? You forgive me, Mothy”? Gurjin wrapped his arms around Mothria’s waist, trailing kisses from her shoulder up to her neck.

She looked up with sultry green eyes.

“You promise”?

Gurjin kissed her, hard “I promise”.

 Gurjin to Mothria:

Mothria just wanted to rest, that's all.

After long hours on the breeding farm and running errands for Grigor, a nice relaxing weekend indoors was all she needed. It helped that the forecast was cloudy and rainy, perfect staying and couch potato weather.

So she sat on the couch with the bola and spear channel on high with some “Peach berry” frozen cream. Taking a bit of her tart and sweet treat, she heard quite rustling behind her.

Knowing it to be Gurjin, she simply contented to watch the contestant prep for their throw.

“Mothyyyyyy”.

Mothria groaned, knowing what was coming.

“LoveMoothhhh”.

She just wanted to relax, sex with Gurjin when its raining was not relaxing. She mentally urged herself to keep ignoring him.

“Mothriaaaa~”.

“How can I help you”?

“Look behind you”.

“I'm watching something”.

“Please”.

“This is a really good match”.

“And I'm really good looking, look my way lovemoth”.

“Nah, not falling for it”.

Mothria’s smirk of victory quickly plunged when Gurjin moved to stand in front of the TV. Ready to go for a romp.

“...Can you at least wait until I finish my snack”?

“You have five minutes”.

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The Cancer King's Court ~ The Vengeful Storm

Sollux Captor/The Vengeful Storm

This version of Sollux lived a life nearly identical to his canon counterpart up until one specific moment. During his fight with Eridan in the session, Feferi tries to interupt. This distraction allows Eridan to get a hit in, killing Sollux. Feferi chases Eridan off in a rage, before taking Sollux to his quest bed to revive him.

Now that he’s God-Tier, Sollux is able to obliterate Eridan once he turns traitor on the meteor. This results in him and Feferi surviving the game, as they’re able to make it to Earth C without to much fuss from there. 

He settles into a peaceful life with Feferi and Aradia from there, with the three of them settling into a quiet pseudo-routine. Whether it be Sollux not batting an eye as Aradia throws a corpse party in the backyard, or Feferi dragging Sollux’s boney ass to bed when she catches him playing video games at three in the morning, things wind up becoming a strange sort of normal.

The three of them never wonder what their relationship is exactly and no one else really asks. Except Karkat, who thinks he knows exactly what their relationship is and boasts about that fact whenever it comes up. Ironic, seeing as he’s completely oblivious to John’s flirting. Sollux, Aradia, and Feferi have started a betting pool to see how long it takes him to notice.

All is well… until The Condescension comes back.

The forces of The Condescension have been spreading across Paradox Space from the main timeline, slaughtering civilizations and rounding up their remaining populations to be consumed by the HIC. Entire timelines had fallen before her gluttony and this timeline was next on the chopping block.

Sollux’s only warning was when he heard Feferi’s voice in his head.

Sollux was swiftly captured by the invasion force and brought before The Condescension. HIC recognizes him as the descendant of her beloved Helmsman and has him strapped in to her ship. Has Sollux is dragged into the engine room, he passes dozens of versions of himself, his ancestor, and Mituna. Some of them are just shriveled up and mindless husks. Others are still muttering the names of loved ones under their breath. 

He lost count of how many were asking for Aradia and Feferi.

Sollux would lie there for decades, surrounded by broken versions of himself as his energy was sucked out of him. As the nights trickled on, he never heard Aradia’s voice. He never knew she was dead. It kept him going. Kept him sane until the day he was rescued. 

The Holy Prince had united the timeline’s survivors into an army. He lead them to victory against the Condescension, forcing her armies out of the timeline. But not before he brought down one final warship.

Sollux opened his eyes for the first time in decades to see Aradia standing over him.

She was alive.

She was safe.

He was free.

…Until he heard her voice.

One final shrill gasp echoed in his head seconds before a drone shot Aradia dead.

Sollux tore the worship apart.

Eridan looked up to see a red and blue sky swirling over him, Sollux glaring down at him as the warship fell in flames. The only reason The Holy Prince didn’t get obliterated right there was because Sollux passed out from exhaustion soon afterwards. 

Eridan brings Sollux to the King, who puts him in a bed to let him rest. Sollux spends the next few weeks being taken care of in recovery mode, with the Red Death and the Holy Prince helping him come to terms with his loss. Even the King makes time to visit him. The recovery is much more mental that it is physical. After all, Feferi can heal him up just fine. But trauma isn’t processed that easily.

Aradia and Feferi try to help. His interactions with them are strange. They’re still their usual chipper selves, but there’s something holding them back. It’s a grim reminder that these aren’t the same people he fell in love with. On the other hand, he finds himself actually liking this version of Eridan. He’s willing to take responsibility and he genuinely sympathizes with Sollux. That’s enough to get him forgiven in Sollux’s book, it just took a while for him to trust Eridan enough to see that.

After a few visits, Sollux asks whether they’re going to ask him to join their little group. He’s put together by this point that these guys aren’t all from the same timeline. Karkat explains their goal and Sollux says he wants in. “ii want my mate2priite2 back. and ii want two make her pay.”

Sollux is a one man army. Telekinetically ripping apart battle fleets and tossing around continents. His god-like power obliterating the Condescension’s forces with ease. Eridan is the scalpel. Sollux is the hammer.

He has an uneasy relationship with this version of Aradia and Feferi. He gets along well enough with Feferi, but she’s just a bit… off. She’s so close to the Feferi from Sollux’s timeline, but not quite. It feels weird, but they still get along well enough. Same goes with Aradia, but with an added wrinkle.

Aradia is unnerved by how vengeful and vindictive this Sollux is. Yes, he has every reason to be pissed and HIC needs to die anyways, but Aradia is still worried about him going to far. Revenge blackens the soul. She knows that first hand. She doesn’t want to see Sollux experience that too.

Tavros, conversely, eggs Sollux on. He deserves his revenge, he deserves his happy ending. Tavros knows what it’s like to be robbed and he encourages Sollux to do whatever he can to get even. The two end up as close friends as a result. Which, by extension, makes him close friends with Gamzee. Those two have a mutual respect for each other as some of the strongest members of the team.

Ironically enough, Eridan ends up reigning Sollux in a lot of the time, almost to the point of being pale. Sollux actually has a huge amount of respect for Eridan finally dropping the attitude so he’s far more inclined to listen to his advice. That said, he’s still Eridan’s opposite. He ends up being an unintentionally corrupting influence on Karkat, showing by example that being less restrained gets more done.

The Vengeful Storm is a weapon of mass destruction, a force of nature few can match, and a thoroughly unfettered individual who will do whatever it takes to get the job done. If you anger the King, get below ground. You will not survive the coming Vengeful Storm.

now hear me out

i am willingly okay with sollux having the ability to Go Apeshit ™

also sollux friendship with tavros, ALSO going Apeshit ™?

HMMMMMMM MY FRIEND YOU JUST FED ME UNLIKE THE ANGST YOU THINK YOU’VE MIGHT’VE INSTILLED IN ME FOR THE PAST THREE CANCER KING KARKAT POSTS

anyways I went with something akin to sollux’s quirks - red and blue, white and black, and his modified messed up god tier outfit - I consider that with his powers and his drive he’d kinda end up messing up the damn thing in one or two or more fights. also not to toot my own horn but the electric lighting was a last minute idea and i fucking LOVE it.

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Wishing you were here... 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (chatroom)

A/N: Hey guys! here’s the fourth installment. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Part 5 will be posted next monday! ps: if you want to be tagged, please inbox me directly!

Warnings: language, flirting, pet names, feels, nerves, angst

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The ride to Sarge’s apartment takes less time than you anticipated, but you’re not sure if it’s because he lives so close or if he’s speeding just so he can get there faster. 

He pulls into his parking space and is out of the car with your luggage in hand faster than you can even unbuckle and open the car door. 

He leads you inside the building and to an elevator, pressing a button for one of the highest floors. You can feel his eyes on your face every few seconds, as if he’s trying to gauge your reaction to everything that’s happening, but you try your best to keep your face composed.

Once inside his apartment, you feel some of your nerves from before resurfacing.

Sarge disappears for a few minutes to put your bag in the appropriate room, and you take the brief moment of solitude to take in and exhale a couple shuddering breaths. “You can do this. You’re fine.” Murmuring to yourself, you run a hand through your hair and close your eyes in an attempt to bring your heart rate down. 

You’re so caught up in your breathing that you don’t hear him come up behind you, and the feeling of his hand on your lower back makes you jump.

“Woah there. It’s just me, kitten.”

Opening your eyes slowly, you look up to meet his gaze for the second time that day. 

He exhales a sigh of relief as he smiles, left hand staying at your waist while his right comes to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Still weird, right?”

You nod, unintentionally nuzzling your face into his hand, but leaning into it when you realize how comforting the action really is. Your eyes shut once more and his thumb sweetly strokes your cheek while his fingers press a bit more firmly to the muscle in your back.

“C’mon..” He says after a few minutes, “Let’s sit down. We can watch a movie. Just hang out.”

You let him lead you to the couch, choosing to sit by the arm while he sat in the middle, but left plenty of space between the two of you, in case you didn’t want to practically cuddle him.

Closing the distance had already crossed your mind, but you decided to play it safe for now, staying on your own side of the furniture while he chose a comedy for you to watch.

Thirty minutes into the movie, and you can’t recall a moment where you couldn’t feel his gaze on your face. He’d shifted two or three times, before finally settling on putting his arm over the back of the couch, almost a silent invitation for you to snuggle into his chest.

You knew he wouldn’t ask you to, he made that very clear before you even arrived, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t something that you desperately wanted.

“Sarge..?” The name leaves your lips and he turns to you, grinning. “You can call me James. Or Bucky if you’d like.” 

“James or Bucky?” You repeat, smiling coyly in return.

He nods, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “James Buchanan Barnes is my full name. Most people just call me Bucky.” 

You hum at the idea of calling him anything other than Sarge, but decide to see how the name felt on your tongue. “Bucky.”

It only makes his smile grow.

Deciding it's time to be brave, you slowly move closer to him, ducking your body under his arm to rest your head over his heart, keeping your hands to yourself for the time being by wrapping them around your middle. He immediately notices how uncomfortable that seems and takes your hand in his, bringing it to rest on the open side of his chest, tracing your knuckles with his fingertips. His arm moves from the back of the couch and around your waist instead, securing your body against his with a content sigh.

You’ve never been more comfortable in your entire life.

He continues to trace mindless patterns over your fingers and the back of your hand, breathing deeply and slowly, almost as if he’s afraid of disturbing you. You find yourself gripping onto the fabric of his shirt and tucking your face into his neck to hide the evidence of your embarrassment - heat flooded cheeks and a shy smile. 

He chuckles and the vibration from it moves through your body, as well.

“You alright, kitten?” He wonders, squeezing your waist as if to reassure you that everything’s okay. 

You simply nod into his neck, which only makes him laugh again. “You gonna be all shy on me, now?”

He pokes and prods at your side some more, until he gets a small giggle as a response. 

“Donnnnn’t!” You protest, “I’m very ticklish.” 

His eyes brighten as his fingers continue dance along your ribs. “Oh? Are you really?”

He coaxes more laughter from you, causing you to squirm and writhe on the couch beside him. He seems to enjoy the fact that it’s bringing you closer to him, physically and in the sense of your comfortability.

Your laughter eventually dies down, but his hand stays securely at your side. Your face is buried in his neck once again, nose brushing over his pulse point with each slight movement your breathing causes. He rests his chin on the top of your head and and a hum sounds from deep in his chest.

“I’ve dreamt about it, y’know.. Holdin’ you like this..” He pauses and squeezes you a bit tighter, “Doesn’t quite compare to the real thing.” 

You smile against his skin, which he seems to notice and releases a chuckle. 

“You keep gettin’ shy on me, kitten. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, bringing your hand up to trace the bit of his collarbone that’s now peeking out of his shirt. You take note of how he stops your hand when your fingers dip below the fabric, towards his left shoulder.

“Now that you’re here.. now that this is really real.. I think there are some things I should tell you.” He brings your knuckles to his lips, brushing soft skin against even softer skin. 

You sit back from him slowly, studying his face, noticing that he can’t make eye contact with you. 

Your stomach drops immediately.

“You’re married, aren’t you?”

He meets your eyes and laughs loudly, shaking his head as he does so, “No, definitely not, it’s nothing like that, it.. it has to do with my job.”

You cock your head slightly and narrow your eyes, silently asking “what is it?”.

His hand is still clasped tightly around yours, his eyes trained on the intricate lines that surround your knuckles. It feels like decades pass before he speaks.

“You’ve heard of ‘The Avengers’, haven’t you? Captain America? Iron man?” His voice is quiet, and shakes with each word. 

You nod slowly. You’d seen the group of heroes on the news a handful of times over the past few years. You, and most everyone owe your lives to them after an otherworldly being turned half of the population to ash. 

“Yes, but..” your mouth goes dry mid sentence and you have to pause to clear your throat. “Do-Uh.. do you know them or something..?” 

A sad half-smile forms on his lips and he nods slightly. “Somethin’ like that..”

His hand gently slips from yours and he cracks his knuckles absentmindedly. “I-I’m part of their team, Kitten. I’m one of them. I’m.. they call me The Winter Soldier.. Well, they used to.. not too sure if that’s who I am, anymore..” 

Your mind goes completely blank for a whole ten seconds. All you can do is stare, and as the time passes, panic becomes more and more evident on Bucky’s face.

“You.. you.. what?” Is all you can manage to push past your teeth. 

“I’m an Avenger.. that’s why I was gone for so long. I was on a mission.” 

You’re not sure why, but the only reaction you have to his confession is laughter. Loud, manic laughter.

He watches you with concerned eyes. 

“Kitten?”

You shake your head, standing up from the couch in a haze, “This is a joke, right? You’re an Avenger? That’s the real reason you were gone?” You laugh again, drier this time, and shake your head.

He follows suit, standing up beside you with an exasperated expression. “Kitten, I’m being serious. Why would I lie about that?” 

You shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, “Maybe to hide the truth from me? Was there someone else?” 

He exhales a rough sigh, his left hand coming up to rake through his hair. This is the first time that you notice the glove, which his right hand lacks.

Cottonmouth suddenly returns and you can’t take your eyes off the appendage, remembering that itch you’d felt in the back of your mind earlier, the one that told you he looked familiar.

“You.. you’re..”  Not lying? Telling the truth? The fucking Winter Soldier? You’re not sure what you’re trying to say, but it just won’t come out. You know a weapon is shielded by the fabric of his glove, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little scared of that prospect. 

He follows your gaze to his hand and nods, staring at the fabric with sorrowful eyes.

“I am.”

The breath you let out is quick and violent, tears brimming your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort. “H-holy shit. I-uh.. wow.. That’s um.. unexpected.”

Air is entering and exiting your body in quick little pants, and you don’t realize that you’re nearly hyperventilating until Bucky takes a step forward and breaks you away from your thoughts.

“I-I need some air.. um..” Without realizing it, each step he takes towards you causes you to take one back. You can see the hurt in his gaze, but he nods anyway, only wanting to fix this - to make you as comfortable with him as you were ten minutes ago.

“We can go for a walk? I can open a window? Anything for you, Kitten.. Just tell me what I can do.” His voice is soft and it breaks your heart, knowing that you’ve hurt his.

You shake your head, opting for a different route, one that might get you a few moments alone to clear your head. “Um.. bathroom?”

You can read in his eyes that he doesn’t want to let you out of his sight, that he’s afraid you’re going to run, but he points you in the right direction anyway.

As soon as the door is closed behind you and you’re alone, you swear you hear his fist hit the dining room table.

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Uncontrolled: 2 (B.B)

Pairing: Bucky x younger!reader

warnings: anxiety, cursing, confusion? Age gap, smut eventually.

A/N: want to start a taglist? If so comment. My friend edited this. Here’s her wattpad if you guys want to check her out https://my.w.tt/3ZKpWIZxy1.

                                    CHAPTER 2

I sat in the bay window overlooking New York on this cloudy morning. I thought that maybe this scenery would calm me down, but it wasn’t working. Not like it usually does. 

“Hey,” a voice said. “What are you doing out of class?” 

I looked behind me to find the voice belonged to Bucky. He waited for my answer, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Instead of telling him, I decided to just hold up my hand and let the oversized sleeve run down my arm to show him the ripples of electricity randomly moving up and down the lengths of it. He frowned, hesitantly moving closer to me.  

Tony had gotten me a free pass to skip classes. He has told me that he will allow me to skip classes ‘for emergencies only.’ Which is what this is; an emergency. I couldn’t control myself and I can’t endanger those around me. Tony played it off to the school like I had this crippling anxiety disorder, which isn’t far off but still wasn’t exactly on the money. 

Bucky was close and looked at me with his eyes asking if he could sit on the bench next to me. I gave a curt nod and he sat down. I didn’t even think he knew that much about me. Apparently, he does.    

We both sat in silence, all but the traffic below us sounding like there was a riot outside. The silence was awkward. I was curious, though, as to why he was here sitting with me. 

“Can I help you?” I asked trying not to come off rude, but my question had a bit of a tone to it. Unintentionally, of course. 

He looked up at me, “I just thought you’d like the company.” Looking at him, he seemed to have a hint of something in his eyes. But I couldn’t tell what. 

I nodded and we went back to sitting in that awkward silence. He picked at his fingers and I just watched him. His hand was huge and the metal hand wasn’t any different. “Would you like to go somewhere?” He asked quietly, distracting me from his hands now. 

I tilted my head to the side. Something about this man was so compelling. I felt like I had to say yes to this impulsive decision. What reason would I have to say no, anyway? Aside from barely knowing him, of course. Something about him felt familiar, though. And I was going with that. Besides, I need a distraction and maybe I’ll learn what made him stop my powers. 

“Okay,” I answered simply. “Where?” 

He looked at me slightly astounded by my answer, clearly not expecting me to say yes.

“It’s a surprise”, He replies masking his shocked expression. I shrug, okay with the fact that I didn’t know where he is taking me, and stand. What the hell is wrong with me? I know I’ve done some crazy things in my past, but this has to be the craziest and probably most impulsive. 

Bucky follows suit and takes the lead. Walking out to the parking deck, we arrived at a shiny black motorcycle and he ran his flesh hand along the back of it. Tossing me a helmet, which I catch gracefully, I placed it on my head and latch the clip. 

He hopped on the motorcycle and stood it before I throw one leg over behind him and straddled the back seat. He throttled the engine and instantly my arms wrapped around Bucky's taught middle area. With the knowledge of him not having a backrest, I hold on tighter, but with a slight smile. The rumbling of the motor made me feel even more excited to go on this mysterious trip. 

He kicks off the ground and spins out of the deck, curving right into traffic perfectly. We rode for what felt like hours. The city line melting away behind us as we head into upstate New York. 

He glanced back at me as I let go of his waist and moved to stand, all the while making sure I was sturdy enough by placing my hands on his shoulders. I saw a hint of a smile in the mirror, as I went to lean my head back and let out a loud, “wooo!” The wind was loud, but I could still hear him laugh and copy my cheer. 

I laughed as I felt the wind blow through my hair. This is what freedom felt like. It also smelt like wet leaves and crisp air. I needed this. The taste of freedom, instead of feeling like a caged bird. It felt good to spread my wings, even if I was being whisked away by a somewhat stranger. 

I carefully sat back down and wrapped myself around him, taking in his scent which consisted of cedar and oranges. It was a calming scent. 

Bucky began to slow as we pulled up to a small cabin, drooping trees bowing down to us as we drove up the dirt road. Some leaves had decided to kiss the ground, littering it with a mixture of reds and yellows. 

Turning off the engine, he kicked down the stand and hopped off, offering his hand out to me. I accepted gladly, getting a glance at my now normal hands with no lilac insight. So odd. 

“Is this where you murder me?” I asked with a small smile, clearly making a joke. Though, maybe it was in poor taste considering his past as the winter soldier. 

He laughed lightly, something that sounded like music to my ears, which surprised me. Especially with how compliant I was and how easily I trusted him. It took me a while to even open up to Tony and Peter, who are like family to me. Why did I trust this burly man so? 

My thoughts are pushed to the back of my mind as he asked, “Are you cold?” I shook my head, but the shiver I felt run down my spine betrayed me, causing a small smile to tug at the corner of his lips. 

He quickly shrugged off his worn jet black leather jacket and wrapped it around me. I didn’t doubt I would smell like him later. Not that I was complaining. 

A small path to my left caught my attention and I took a step away from Bucky, trying to see what was beyond the pathway of the trees. Heading down the very worn dirt path, I heard shuffling behind me signaling he was tailing me. 

I ran my hand along the top of the tall grass surrounding me. It tangled around my fingers, getting them wet with cool morning dew. Continuing down the path, my fingers flirting with the grass, there in the center of the heavily wooded area was a clearing with flowers peppering the ground. The smell of damp earth was strong but welcoming.

Bucky approached me slowly as if testing the waters, with a flower in his non-metallic hand. He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear while depositing the flower in the same exact position. 

My breath hitched as he left his hand cupping my cheek. His blue eyes searched mine for any sign to tell him to stop, but I made no efforts to stop as he leaned in closer. 

Slowly, I closed the gap connecting my lips to his soft ones. Our lips fit perfectly together against one another and I melted into him, snaking my arms around his neck and tangling a hand into his luscious locks. He grunted against my lips clearly liking my previous movement, but the kiss didn’t go far. He pulled away before it could. 

I was breathless and confused. Why had he kissed me? More importantly, why was I okay with it? Why did I like it? My head was swarming with questions, but none of them really seemed important. 

Ignoring the conversation of what just happened, he took my hand and lead me to an opening further past the cabin. 

Approaching higher grounds, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I hadn’t seen anything so beautiful. We were high enough to see a hundred miles out. The birds flew high in the clear blue sky and the trees moved in rhythm with the breeze. I was taken away from the scenery. 

“Beautiful, huh?” Bucky asked as we gazed at the view. 

“Very,” I answered. 

“I come here when I want to clear my mind,” he explained then sat down in the grass below us. I quickly joined him without question and together we watched the sky in silence. 

Occasionally we would chat, make jokes, or ask questions to get to know one another further. I thought we would sit here for a few minutes, but those minutes turned into hours and soon the sky turned from a light blue to a mixture of pinks and purples. 

Just before the sun disappeared completely, he sat up and asked: “Are you hungry?” My hunger made itself known as my stomach roared loudly causing him to chuckle, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I blushed out of embarrassment as he stood up, offering his hand to me and I gladly accepted. Gently he pulled me up and side-by-side we made our way to the cabin. 

Opening the door, he held it open for me and I walked inside after throwing a thank you, his way. The cabin was just as gorgeous on the inside as it was on the outside. 

“Is this your place?” I asked taking everything in. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to feel comfortable and not claustrophobic. It was homey and I was starting to realize why this was his go-to place when he left any negative emotion.

“Yes, it is,” he answered placing his jacket on the coat rack. “It’s helped me a lot. Being away from everyone and everything. It could be beneficial to you, too.” 

“Bucky, as sweet as that offer is,” I started off. “I don’t think anything could help me.”

Bucky went over to the fireplace and threw in a few logs before lighting them, “Why do you say that?”

I shrugged, not giving him a verbal answer. I really didn’t think there was anything to hope for. My powers have been getting stronger with each passing day. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone anymore. It’s better that I surge out so Tony, Pepper, and Peter can go back to the way their lives were before I came in and ruined everything. 

“Don’t give up on yourself now, (Y/N),” he said sincerely, reading my mind. I had spent all afternoon pouring out my soul to him, and he actually understood where I was coming from. He understood me. No one, not even Peter, has been able to understand much about me, but Bucky has. 

Bucky had come a long way from his past from what I’ve heard. He used to be so withdrawn and angry. Now he’s happier and free. I smiled at him, though the smile didn’t meet my eyes and he could tell. However, he didn’t say anything as he went into the kitchen to start that dinner he talked about. 

Alone in the living area, still in view of Bucky, I gave myself a tour. There wasn’t much decor throughout the rooms, but that didn’t make it lose its homey feeling. 

I did, however, expect there to be photos laying around, but there weren’t. Which probably had to do with the fact he’s 100 years old and didn’t live a normal life. That doesn’t mean he can’t change that now. Hell, with a place like this I’d be living life to the fullest. 

Coming across a record player, my eyes instantly search for the vinyl records. Finding them sat out in a metal storage container on an end table, I plucked through them till I found a record and placed it on the turntable. 

Frank Sinatra began softly playing through the speakers and I watched Bucky start up the over for what looked to be a healthy dinner. 

After turning the volume to a low setting, yet loud enough for us to still hear, I joined him in preparing the meal. He had a few chicken breasts laid out, along with some broccoli and potatoes to match with it. 

As we made dinner, we went back to our original jokes and random 20 questions again. With how long this meal was taking, we could have ordered pizza. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. I was actually enjoying myself with cooking dinner and chopping salad. 

Once the bell rung signaling the chicken was cooked and ready to eat, we grabbed our plates and dug in. The smell was taunting me while the chicken was in the oven and now that I have it in front of me I could dig in till my stomach couldn’t handle anymore. And it wasn’t long till I had achieved just that. 

Frank Sinatra still played as we began cleaning up our mess from dinner. Just as I was about to start running water to clean off the food from the dishes, he took them from me and placed them in the sink then held out his hand. I took the invitation happily and he pulled me into the living room, pulling me flush against his body. 

We swayed to the music, matching his steps as he changed the footing. He leaned me back and I laughed, causing a smile to spread on his face. 

Pulling me forward again, I pressed my head against his chest as we swayed to the beat of Call Me Irresponsible. We were both silent, enjoying each other’s company until the last song. By that time, I was exhausted and ready to rest my eyes. I remembered I hadn’t told Tony or anyone where I was, but I’m sure they’ll be okay. I’ll explain in the morning when I see them. 

Bucky seeing I was ready for bed, finished up cleaning and turned off the record player before retiring to the bedroom. I hadn’t planned on being here, so I hadn’t packed any clothes thanks to Buckys' surprise trip, though I wasn’t complaining. I ended up settling for something from Bucky’s closet. 

Tossing me one of his shirts, I turned my back to him, stripping off everything but my underwear. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t really care. It wasn’t like he could see anything. 

After slipping the oversized shirt over my head, he said, “I’ll take the couch.” 

I turned to look at him and shook my head, “No, I don’t mind sharing. I, uh, sometimes can’t sleep alone.” There were many times I had called Peter late in the night and he would come to my rescue, laying right beside me never once complaining about it.

“Nightmares?” He asked curiously. I nodded and his eyes held knowledge of understanding. Like I said, it wasn’t uncommon for people in the compound to have nightmares. 

He took the right side of the queen-sized bed and held up the covers for me to slip under. Doing so, I made myself comfy and his arm instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I could hear his breath in my ear as I closed my eyes, his breathing getting softer as he drifts off and I follow close behind. 

Part 3

[unwiltingblossom]

Hey there. Sasusaku may know me, but Zutara probably doesn’t. I’m not in the ATLA fandom, but I have observed enough to notice something that intrigues me about Zutara, aside from the fact I’d totally board the ship if I were foolish enough to watch a show knowing I was going to fail (actually, consider me proto-Zutara I guess because I think I liked it in the movie. Maybe I liked Kataang. Maybe I liked both. Can’t remember. moving on.)

I think it’s interesting that somewhat unintentionally Sasusaku and Zutara illustrate pretty clearly the difference between Japanese fandom and western fandom, in a way that Sasusaku already shows to a lesser degree.

There’s a bunch of fundamental differences in these two ships, I’m aware, but at their core, I feel they’re much the same. Call it ‘same energy’, if you will. Yet in one story they end up together and the writer keeps adding more things to insist that they are, and in the other one they end up apart and the writers keep trying to delegitimize the pair more and more.

In Sasusaku’s case, not only do they marry and have a child, the writer has stated that he always intended them to be together, and given various interviews and novels and mini comics for them.

In Zutara’s case, the writers seem to contradict themselves claiming they didn’t plan it, and that while it’s interesting, they mock anyone who actually thinks it would be a good idea or would happen, claiming their relationship would be unhealthy and unhappy.

Now this is interesting, because there are parallels with how fandom reacted to Sasusaku (and if ATLA ever got released in Japan I’d be curious how the fandom reacted to Zutara). In Japan, Sasusaku has always been one of the, if not the, top ships. Mostly what beats it out is slash, because fujoshi are gonna fujosh. Fans love it, went crazy for its ending, and loved all the scenes it got leading up, joking about them getting married and such offscreen.

In the west, however, while Sasusaku is still super popular, it gets a LOT of pushback. People like to insult it, insist it’s abusive and horrible, claim that Sasuke and Sakura could never be happy, and that anyone who honestly thinks they should be together should never get into a relationship for their own safety, because they’re romanticizing abusive relationships and will be hurt.

Sure sounds familiar, right?

Well, I’ll do you one better. Because you’ll see often the complaint that “I wish Sakura had just been strong and realized she didn’t need a man, becoming an independent etc” or “This is really harmful to Sakura’s character, because it forces her to abandon the things she loves and live subservient to Sasuke as some wife”

These are, almost without exception, lies. What they’re almost always saying is actually “I wish she would have grown up past Sasuke and married instead (Naruto/Lee/Kakashi/Sai/a girl), but if she couldn’t do that, then at LEAST she should have been alone!” they just cut off the first part because it reveals their bias.

And frankly, there’s a lot of parallel between Narusaku, who had a childhood crush on Sakura because a part of him thought she’d give him the recognition he needed and becomes the sage of six paths hero who saves the world from war in the end, and...well. Kataang. Which basically seems to have been a puppy crush on the first girl he met, that he nurtured into love over years as he became the Avatar hero who saved the world from war in the end. Both have a brother/sister or mother/kid relationship with the female in question through their quest (Sakura treats Naruto much like an annoying little brother and Naruto + Minato both recognize Sakura as ‘like his mother’, and Katara has a very motherly relationship with Aang most of the time until they start kissing)

Most importantly, I feel there’s a lot of parallels to be found in Sasusaku and Zutara.

Sasusaku runs on a baseline of Sasuke being extremely hostile and cold to everyone, refusing to let anyone in, and Sakura reaching out to him and through his defenses over and over despite this. She is the first person that he admits the reason for his behavior to -before Naruto or anyone else, he begins to explain to her that his brother killed everyone - and they have a mutual respect. Sasuke acknowledges her skills and smarts, and considers her to be the one light in his life, the ‘spring breeze’ and ‘the one who filled his lonely existence with love’. Despite this, he betrays her and everyone else, choosing his revenge over his happiness, but even through the many years of isolation and hatred, his response to Sakura always has a softness that isn’t there for anyone else. He saves her when he doesn’t need to, he listens to and responds to her before anyone else, and he even offers to let her go with him on his quest. Yes, it’s because she’s a healer who can replace Karin, but do you really think he couldn’t have used Naruto at his side, the other one the village rejected and turned against, who might want revenge? Juugo and Suigetsu aren’t healers, but he keeps them anyway because they’re useful. Sakura is the only person in the Leaf he offers to join him.

Anyway. Although they’re enemies most of the story, her love for him endures and she keeps trying to reach out to him. Every once in a while he responds, catching her when she falls, caring about her harm. The eventual nexus of their relationship is after his final battle with Naruto - which he puts her to sleep during, because she jumped in the way and almost got killed last time, and he doesn’t want her to do so this time - is her kneeling over him laying on his back, healing him, crying. He apologizes until she finally accepts his apology, and canonically this is the moment he realizes he loves her (though it’s much longer before he acts on this in a real way).

I won’t presume to fully summarize Zutara, because I am but an observer. However, I do know that they begin as enemies, that she is able to break through his cold shell with her kindness and compassion, so that he opens up to her about things he either never does to anyone else, or doesn’t to anyone else for a long time. I do know that he betrays her trust, and that they don’t truly mend fences for a long time because of their antagonistic relationship and betrayed trust. I also know that one of their later moments involves a scene where Zuko is on his back and she’s kneeling over him in tears, and he thanks her.

Plenty of details are different, but there’s all sorts of similar themes, notes, and visual parallels. Zuko’s appearance during later episodes looks very similar to Sasuke’s appearance after his duckbutt hair stage, Sakura’s color scheme is usually red and Sasuke’s is blue, and of course Katara is blue while Zuko is red. Sakura is a healer (I can’t think of anything water related, no), and Sasuke uses fire (when it’s not illusions or lightning). You can definitely make a convincing argument to say these relationships are pretty close to the same thing portrayed in different media with a different story shaping their behavior.

So then, why is it that one of them ended up together and has a happy family life and is considered to be the ‘good end’, while the other one didn’t end up together and is considered to be the ‘bad end’ were they to get together?

Why also did Kataang get together and become the ‘perfect’ couple that everyone should have seen coming and agree with, but Narusaku was nothing more than jokes to tease the audience with occasionally and was completely sunk multiple times in canon before they both married other people?

Well...I think it’s a difference of cultural sensibilities directly affecting the outcome of the same story.

In the west, essentially, the woman is the ‘prize’ for the hero at the end of the journey. If he finishes his homework and saves the day, his reward is the woman he’s been pining after for ages. It doesn’t matter whether she openly wants him or not, there will be little ‘checkpoints’ through the story where you see that secretly she does want him as he gets better and ‘more heroic’, so anything he does in trying to woo her is ‘acceptable effort’, essentially. And more importantly, the person who has love needs to ‘deserve’ that love. The heroine has to get with a ‘good’ person like the hero because the antihero isn’t ‘good enough’ for her. He’s the ‘bad boy’ that she flirts with but then grows out of so she can marry the nice guy instead. And it’s this to an extreme. If she marries the ‘bad boy’, then she’s consigning herself to a lifetime of abuse or unhappiness, because she can’t be happy with someone who isn’t as good as her. This is tripled if they have an antagonistic relationship, like if they’re at war with each other and have been enemies. (this doesn’t work in reverse. A bad girl can marry a good guy if she sufficiently redeems herself and goes good, because men can’t be abused in this cultural standard) Instead, the antihero generally ends up with a woman of similar morals if he marries - another bad girl turned good, another rogue figure, something like that. That’s because it’s what he deserves and in turn what she deserves.

Weirdly enough, it works in reverse for attractiveness - hot women marry down, but not hot men. But that’s neither here nor there right now. The point is, you can see how on this scale the ending NEEDS to be by western standards Kataang, Maiko, Narusaku, Sasukarin. The tarnished and dark man MUST marry the tarnished woman of ‘inferior morals’, while the good and pure hero MUST marry the heroine, because she must be his prize for his heroism and success, and  he is the only one worthy of her goodness, therefore the only one who can make her happy.

In Japan, it’s just not really like that. The hero doesn’t need to get the girl in the end as his reward, and in fact it’s often the girl who gets the man she’s always wanted by the end of the story. This is because ‘patience and dedication’ is seen as more praiseworthy and deserving of reward. Because the heroine stuck with the love she had even when that person wasn’t ‘deserving’ of it yet, her love should blossom and be returned to her. Much more focus is on enduring and quietly continuing onward in spite of difficulty, basically. Orihime must get Ichigo because she loved him from the beginning. Same with Naru and Keitaro, Hinata and Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke, Juvia and Grey. They ‘make their love choose them’ instead. In fact, who the man wants is sometimes just played off as a joke, such as in Black Clover where Asta is determined to marry a nun while there’s a princess not-so-secretly swooning over him. It’s not hard to guess how that story is going to end.

Anyway, because the qualifications of what makes an ‘acceptable romance target’ differs in  Japan, worrying about whether the girl is ‘good enough’ or the man is ‘good enough’ for the romance is less important, only whether they’re dedicated or patient enough.

It’s not saying one is better than the other, whether using the man as the prize or the woman as the prize is the correct way of writing it - and there are exceptions, plenty of Naruto’s couples are written just because they go well together, there’s western stories where the girl gets the bad boy after he’s redeemed himself and it’s fine - but the differences are there to be seen.

And, weirdly enough, I think is what ultimately determined the different endings between Naruto and Avatar: The Last Airbender.

[sherlockmormorrp]

Boarding school rp Mute! Seb

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You both like mormor.

Stranger: (MorMor) Sebastian Moran (16) was born mute. Nothing special. He just couldn’t talk. His head was wired a bit differently. He got on well enough being normal in every way but that. Apart from being in trouble all the time and being a bit of a punk. Although it made the fight that he’d gotten into rather difficult to explain. Which is how he ended up here at a new boarding school, expelled from his old one and on a scholarship that had somehow opened up. Sighing Sebastian sat down in seat at the back in the corner, he was grateful the room was still empty and yet to be filled by the other students. But then again it was the beginning of the day and the first class.

You: Jim (15) had a wealthy family and that meant he was in a boarding school for most of his life. His parents didn't want to bother raising him and would much rather pay someone else to deal with their troublesome son. Jim was bright- much smarter than his teachers and he knew it. Yet Jim's grades would have you thinking he was an idiot, in actually Jim just didn't care- all of the material was boring to him, he loathed being here, he was teased constantly for being smaller than the other boys and he didn't play sports so he didn't really have any friends. The only reason Jim had gone to class so early was the before school detention he was assigned and escorted to. He entered the class room to find another boy sitting in the empty classroom. He frowned- he was new. Jim would have noticed the other before if he wasn't. He was very handsome. Jim walked over and sat two rows across from the new boy, not quite brave enough to introduce himself.

Stranger: Sebastian looked up from the text book he was poking at. Maths at the very least and physics was of potential use to him. So he was at least interested in finding out if he was ahead or behind with this school transfer. The boy that entered was pretty in that posh sort of way that seemed to lead to more trouble than it was worth. He might be bi as hell but he was clearly not in his league. Taking a breath he found himself unable to guess if he was behind or ahead so he set the book down and settled back to watch the new comer. Least he had something nice to look at for a while.

You: Jim felt the other looking at him and finally turned his head, "I doubt you've already gotten detention, its your first day..are you just eager to get to class or something?" he asked, he was a little surprised that he'd gotten the courage up to actually talk to the new, handsome boy but it was just too awkward to sit in silence like he wasn't there.

Stranger: Sebastian snorted a very odd aborted sound when he was asked that. Akin to a strangled goose. The tops of his ears flushed briefly. But he got up slowly. Walking over to sit on top of a desk next to the boy he pulled out a card. Laminated and utterly wrinkled, torn at a corner, yet very much a life line. Sebastian Moran. Mute. Yes, I can hear you. It means I can not speak. Can speak through my tech or sign British Sign Language. I'll have the card back.

You: Jim was a bit confused at the sound that came out of the other, and even more confused when he stood up and sat closer to him. He read the card and nodded, "Oh. Jim." he introduced himself. He handed the other back his card, it had clearly been used a million times. "I learned sign language a bit in elementary, I'm rusty." he explained. He looked the other over, he was tall and quite built. Just looking at him made Jim's stomach have knots.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. Sticking to small and common signs as he knew how, signed, 'How'd you have a chance to learn to sign?' It was a curious thing. But he stayed quite passive, his elbow going to his knee and chin in his hand as he watched the other boy... Jim.

You: Jim had to access knowledge he hadn't bothered with in years but it started to click quickly. "Oh- I got bored." he answered. "I know French too and Gaelic-obviously." he answered. "I taught myself..thought it'd be useful one day..guess I was right." he joked.

Stranger: That had a small smile quirk at the corner of his mouth. 'Gaelic would be a stretch to sign. And French is a pain in the arse.' He signed, finger spelling some of it. 'If I could speak my first language was Welsh.' He added unintentionally letting it out that he once could speak. 'You... look intimidated by me a bit. That a problem?'

You: Jim had caught the mention of once being able to talk. He wanted to know more but knew that was an invasive question and he had only just met the other. The whole school practically hated him and he was doing his best to not add another person to that list. Jim blushed as he made out the last part of what Sebastian was signing, appreciating the spelling out of certain words he wouldn't have remembered. He laughed softly-trying to play off his embarrassment of being called out. Right-bring back the gay Jim. He already got bullied for being a queer. "Most guys your size are trying to beat me up. You're taller than I guessed.-and I'm..awkward sorry." he excused. He looked down briefly, "Where'd you go before this hell hole?"

Stranger: 'Most guys are straight when they happen to have muscle.' Sebastian signed with a shrug. He made a so-so gesture. A silent half half. He knew he was risking the obvious rejection over him guessing wrong. But he'd only met one boy that skittish and he certainly hadn't been straight. So he went on and signed, 'It'd be a bit dim of me beating up the one bloke so far that can understand me with out having to type things out. It's a nice change.' He jerked his head to the north wall. 'Public school down the way.' He had money. Just no access to it until he was 18 apart from school costs and a small living stipend.

You: Jim's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when Sebastian oh so casually mentioned he wasn't straight. Were they..flirting then? Jim's mouth suddenly felt very dry, "I'll have to brush up on sign again so you don't have to spell out everything I don't know." he gave a soft smile. He hoped that showed he wanted to talk to Sebastian again. "You're not going to meet anyone who can sign..and the kids here are dicks." he warned. "Though I don't think they'll bother you. You look like you could rough someone up quite easily.." he said this with a particular purr in his voice. This time not hiding the fact that he was ogling Sebastian's body.

Stranger: Bullseye. Sebastian thought to himself. But that purr.... damned but that was attractive. 'Dicks. Cunts. Usually boring as hell. But knocking heads is something that I do rather well. Just gotta convince the rugby coach he'd be stupid not to let me on the team.'

You: Jim chuckled, "I'm sure they'll be happy to have you." he shifted in his seat. "Middle of the year transfer..? You must of gotten in trouble or your family moved." he questioned. He was a bit proud of himself, he'd kept the conversation going without making an idiot of himself.

Stranger: Sebastian sighed. 'Finally got in a fight, That I finished mind you. But couldn't get out of. Stupid really. Apparently my Da, the bastard of all bastards had a grudge with that kids Da and....' He rolled his eyes.

You: Jim nodded as he followed along, he smirked. "Ah well. Feel free to put the idiots in their place. They need it. Everyone here is very entitled. " he rolled his eyes, "Let me see your schedule, maybe we've got more than one class together."

Stranger: Sebastian glanced back at his bag on the far side of the room. Then looked to Jim. 'Mind being on that side of the room?' He signed wanting his back to the wall with all the new people around him that was going to happen soon as the bell rang. But he got up and went back to the desk he had staked out as his own earlier to dig in his bag. He was fairly certain that they wouldn't have much luck with the schedule thing. Because he was going to enlist as soon as he was able. And classes lining himself up for command didn't match up well with a civilian life.

You: Jim nodded, "Sure." he grabbed his bag and sat in the seat beside Sebastian's. He rose an eyebrow as he read the other's schedule. "Military?" he questioned. He frowned and handed the paper back to Sebastian. "you know they dumb those classes down. You don't seem like an idiot."

Stranger: Sebastian frowned at that. 'Seriously?' He asked annoyed by that thought. But he drummed his fingers light on his desk for a moment. But took the paper then looked at Jim. 'You got a recommendation to go along with that wildly accurate guess at me wanting to enlist?' There was something there he wasn't sure what it was. But he rather liked it.

You: Jim smirked, "I don't know, all the classes are boring. I started in Advanced placement but it wasn't any harder than the normal classes." he rolled his eyes. "Most kids who plan on going to the military don't care about school at all, they're just psychos who want to kill people and get away with it. Or they have no other skills." he looked the other over, "Please tell me you didn't get my hopes up. You're not an idiot are you?"

Stranger: Sebastian rolled his eyes at that. But he shook his head. 'Just a mild propensity towards violence.' He admitted. Then crumpled up a spare bit of paper and threw it without looking at the waste bin. It went in without any issue. 'And a steady hand.'

You: Jim smirked, "Show off." he teased. "I'd just enroll in the normal classes, you might learn something." he frowned as he was cut off by the bell. Great, students would start filing in soon. "The teachers going to try and introduce you. Might want to show him your card so he doesn't drag you in front of everyone." he warned.

Stranger: Sebastian made a disgruntled face at that. But he went up and set his card on the teacher's desk. 'There is no way in bloody hell that I will be going up in front of the bloody class.' He signed before he crossed his arms. Petulant and a hair dramatic.

You: Jim chuckled, "The second I got up there I got made fun of for my accent. Got called a fuckin leprechaun for the first month I was here." he rolled his eyes. Jim was an easy target-small and shy. "None of the teachers are going to know sign either. "

Stranger: Sebastian made an aggravated huff of air. But he pulled out his phone and tapped quickly at it. 'I can speak if they bloody well need me to. But I'm not going to go up and perform for laughs.' That idea had well and truly annoyed him. So did the idea of such a pretty boy being called a leprechaun. Setting his phone aside he looked at Jim. 'You might be short. But at least you don't have the Hitler youth thing going for you.'

You: Jim rose an eyebrow, "You weren't born mute?" he asked, he made an exaggerated gasp as he was called short. "I'm not that short..I think I'm just not done growing yet." he joked softly-able to poke fun at himself. "And you're more Hitlers taste don't you think, blonde, blue eyes-perfect?" the last part sort of slipped out.

Stranger: Sebastian licked his lip slowly. Biting at his lip he took a breath before shaking his head. 'Traumatic experience. Least that's what they keep telling me. Da was too much of a bastard for me to believe it tho.' He signed letting his phone stay silent for the moment. 'Blue eyes-perfect?' He signed at the end shifting to sit on his desk again, and a bit closer to Jim.

You: Jim wanted to know what Sebastian meant by that but he didn't pry, besides other students were filing in now and he knew this wasn't the time to pry into Sebastian traumatic past. "Don't be humble, you own a mirror, you know damn well you're attractive." he signed this. He was rusty and a bit slower than Sebastian but he liked that they could talk to one another without anyone knowing what they were saying. He'd figured it'd be better to sign that than openly flirt with Sebastian with others around, he didn't need another beating for being a queer and he didn't want Sebastian to get shit on his first day.

Stranger: Sebastian shrugged. It was an expressive gesture. One full of confidence and yet at the same time it was more humble than he would normally admit to. 'I tend to scare off the pretty ones. And the smart ones.' He signed with a casual smile as he shifted to slide back properly into his seat. He just hoped he could switch up classes. Which had him glancing at Jim for a moment. 'What's your schedule like?'

You: Jim's face was red when Sebastian implied he was pretty and smart. His heart was beating so fast- he couldn't believe he was flirting with Sebastian- he was so attractive..and interesting. He wrote it out on a spare sheet of notebook paper,at the bottom he put his phone number. He handed it to Sebastian. "Maybe I can at least see you for lunch." he spoke. He frowned as the teacher began quieting down the class so he could begin his lecture.

Stranger: Sebastian pulled out his phone and put the number in immeditatly. Then texted Jim so that he had his number. 'Bang. SM' He flushed a bit as he rolled his eyes at himself. But he looked to Jim and motioned at his phone to look at. Flirting back a bit.

You: Jim smiled when Sebastian texted him immediately. He quickly saved the blondes number and texted him back. Jim never paid in class anyways but now he had a reason to ignore the lecture. He saw your card. He's avoiding you like the plague. Are people usually that awkward when they find out you're mute? JM

Stranger: Sebastian snorted softly. Much less goose like this go. But still an odd sound. 'Every damned time. SM' He shot Jim a look that held a world of annoyance.

You: Jim smiled back at him. Christ Sebastian was gorgeous, he could stare at him for hours. JM You're going to have an interesting first day. JM

Stranger: (Just checking the first line was not in the text correct?)

You: (Oh shit no it wasn't supposed to be my bad!)

Stranger: Sebastian shot Jim a look and then snorted again. 'I already am having a good damned day. Unexpectedly SM'

Stranger: (All good.)

You: Me too, surprisingly. JM What hall are you assigned to? I live in C-hall. JM

Stranger: Sebastian grinned at that. 'C Hall. Was told that if I climb out the windows on the third floor I'd deserve it if i broke my neck. SM'

You: How do you think I got detention? I like to go on the roof and smoke. JM

Stranger: Sebastian couldn't believe his luck. 'I haven't tracked down a source willing to sell to me yet. SM' He sent that rather quickly as he looked up and counted his lucky stars. Cute, smart, and a bit of a bad boy. Or at least accepting enough of the fact that he didn't have the straightest moral compass.

You: Skip lunch with me and I'll show you my favorite smoking spots. JM He looked over and gave Sebastian a wink when he caught the other's eye. He didn't know where the confidence had come from but it was going so well already and Sebastian was flirting back with him. Jim was fairly certain he was the only gay kid in school-well the only one out. It'd been some sort of blessing to have a handsome bi kid show up, /and/ be into him.

Stranger: Sebastian shot back an instant reply. "Fuck yes. SM' He looked to Jim and grinned. He was craving some. Utterly and wantonly.

You: Jim smiled, excited and nervous for lunch to come. He rolled his eyes as the teacher scolded him for being on his phone. He, of course, didn't say anything to Sebastian about it, too awkward to acknowledge him still. Jim shot Sebastian looks throughout the lecture, smiling at him and signing about their teacher being an idiot. When the bell rung Jim gathered his things and stood up, "Text me, yeah? And I'll see you during lunch."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. Gathering up his stuff he glanced at Jim and mouthed, 'Office?' Deciding to skive off class in favor of sorting out how to get the same classes as Jim. Then almost dropping his book bag he quickly signed, 'Last name?'

You: Jim smiled, "Moriarty." he answered, "I can show you where the office is to change your schedule around. " He was a bit surprised that Sebastian had listened to him. He figured Sebastian wanted slightly challenging classes- he certainly wouldn't be adjusting his schedule just for him. "I insisted my parents pay for the private rooms, do you have a roommate?

Stranger: Sebastian shook his head. 'No roommate. But two beds. Only room available.' Sebastian signed as he fell in step with Jim. Taking note of his interest in him actually remembering and taking note of the situation. Let alone actually following it.

You: "Two beds? I'd push them together and make one big bed. The private rooms aren't anything special. They're tiny I just don't have to put up with some idiot in my space. " He lead Sebastian through the busy hallway. As he was talking and walking another student pushed between them-purposely shoving Jim against the lockers. "Watch where you're going fag!" the bully called out as he walked away. Jim stopped to gather his fallen book bag and grab his shoulder, "Fucker.." he mumbled, he was so embarssed, why did they have to torment him in front of Sebastian.

Stranger: Sebastian made a point of sticking his foot out immediately after and caught the boy sending him straight to the floor. He stepped in front of Jim and made it so that he couldn't get at Jim. Crossing his arms he looked down at him with an extremely intimidating look. Glancing at Jim he waited until he had his stuff before he made to fall in step beside him.

You: Jim watched the other fall and held back a laugh as best he could. He watched from behind Sebastian, the random student quickly backed off seeing the size of Sebastian and the look on his face. The asshole got up and left quickly. Jim blushed- he'd never had anyone protect him like that before. He grabbed his school bag and turned to Sebastian as they kept walking. "Thanks..you-you didn't have to do that. It happens all the time..."

Stranger: Sebastian's jaw was set into a hard line as he turned to follow at Jim's side. 'Not on my guard.' He signed not thinking of how militant that sounded. But he took Jim's bag and shouldered it along with his own. Freeing up the smaller boy to move around quicker.

You: Jim was even more surprised when Sebastian took his bag for him. He instinctively wrapped his jacket around his body a little tighter-feeling smaller than he already was. He couldn't help but be even more attracted to Sebastian when he went around trying to protect him after knowing one another for only two hours. "Careful, or I'll start having you walk me to all my classes." he joked- trying to make light of the incredibly embarrassing encounter. Soon they were outside the main office. "Mrs. Terret is the woman who handles class schedules." he explained.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. But he signed, 'Sounds like Ferret.' He glanced at Jim trying to make light of the situation. Even just a little bit. As he slowly relaxed his shoulders he kept his head up watching for more attackers. A natural body guard instinct. He pulled out his schedule and a pen quickly. Handing them to Jim. 'Write down your schedule. And I can more than let them know that I'm not stupid. Might mean a bit of a cram session to pass placement tests tho.

You: Jim's eyes got a bit wider as he realized Sebastian was trying to match their schedules. He smiled and used the wall to write down his schedule for Sebastian. "There you go." he smiled as he handed him the paper. "I'd be more than happy to tutor you." he assured him, his tone just slightly flirtatious.

Stranger: That did get another faint flush over the tops of his ears. Which made his roguish tanned complexion stand out a bit. But he nodded, accepting the help. Taking a breath he ran his hand through his hair. Absently wondering if he was being too brutish and forward. Yet he signed, 'Just don't call me moronic and we're good.' A bad memory surfacing and giving Jim an insight to his personality a bit, and a trigger point.

You: Jim nodded and gave a weak smile, "Wouldn't dream of it." he assured him, he understood that Sebastian was being serious. He liked that he was getting little windows into who Sebastian was. He rolled his eyes as the bell rang to signal he was late-its not like he cared. "I'll see you for lunch." he gave the blonde a smirk and wink. "I should hurry, before I get another detention. "

Stranger: Sebastian nodded and held out his bag. But then hesitated. 'Want me to just bring it with me to our next class?' He signed with in clear view of the front desk in the office. Both asking the question and setting the stage for the con he was about to pull.

You: Jim rose an eyebrow, "Sure." he agreed, he was curious to figure out how Sebastian intended to get his classes switched so quickly. "I'll see you in English then." he smiled, "Text me how it goes."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. Shot Jim a slightly lopsided, toothy smirk, then headed into the office. Inside he pulled out his phone and started to tap quickly. Waiting for the secretary to notice him. Or rather bother with him.

You: Jim took his time going to class, he was busy daydreaming about the fascinating dreamy boy he'd just met. Sebastian was interesting and nice to him. He seemed eager to be around him, once Jim got into class he spent the whole time on his phone brushing up on his sign language.

Stranger: Sebastian wandered to English class about 5 minutes before the bell and sat down next to Jim with a smug expression. Deciding that he preferred to tell Jim the good news in person. He passed over his new and matching schedule to his new friend.

You: Jim smiled when he saw the identical schdule, he was impressed to say the least. A bit flattered too, he was slightly relieved that Sebastian seemed just as interested in him. Jim could get a bit attached and Sebastian was leaving the door open for him to latch on quickly. He sighed to the other, 'How'd you do it?'

Stranger: Sebastian sat back a bit and signed back. 'Flirted with the office lady. I might need to get her flowers... or at least a box of toffee.' But he waved that bit off. 'Mostly it was playing on their need to not violate my civil rights. The walked all over themselves trying to fix the problem of me not being able to communicate fluently with the staff and them falling over backwards when I mentioned I was friends with you and you can sign.'

You: Jim chuckled quietly, 'Clever boy.' Sebastian was smart and knew how to get what he wanted from people, that was a useful skill. 'I brushed up on signing, tell me if I get something wrong. I'm a fast learner but a lot of things I've never signed before'

Stranger: There was a hesitation around Jim calling him clever boy. But he tipped his head to the side and glanced at the clock. 'I was gone 40 minutes and you brushed up on a whole language?'

You: Jim gave a weak shrug, 'I could probably learn another language in 2 hours if I had to..' Jim didn't know how to explain it but he'd been tested and had an impressive IQ level.'It seemed important to brush up...'

Stranger: Sebastian sat back and stared at Jim for a long moment. Then snorted a breath of air. 'You may want to find mints or something for up on the roof.' He signed hinting at something and letting a door open for what he hoped would be a snogging session.

You: Jim blinked-his face turning nearly completely red. He supposed that had impressed him then. Jim was glad that Sebastian found his intelligence attractive and not annoying or show off-ish. He swallowed and nodded, 'I'll be sure to stop by my room then.' soon the bell rang to dismiss them from English. Only one class left before lunch, 'You know we could skip class, you're new. You won't get in trouble.'

Stranger: Sebastian arched an eyebrow. 'Risk detention?' He asked. Not saying no. And yet at the same time not saying yes. Just yet. He rather liked that embarrassed enjoyment in Jim's expression.

You: Jim gave a shrug, "What's another detention. I've got detention every morning for two weeks by now. They won't kick me out my dad pays too much." Jim started to lead him in the opposite direction of their next class and toward C-hall.

Stranger: Sebastian was up and following Jim blindly. He had a key to his room. But hadn't been there yet. And clearly skipping class to continue on the path to a good snog and a well craved for cigarette. But he did pause a beat. 'Not a good family life either then?'

You: Jim shrugged, "They don't hit me or anything. That would mean actually interacting with me." he rolled his eyes, "I've been in boarding school since I was 5. I see my parents maybe twice a year." he explained. "Neither of them wanted a kid, but I suppose good Irish Catholics weren't going to terminate a pregnancy so..here I am. Had a nanny till I was old enough to go to school then they shipped me off." he turned to Sebastian as they walked out of the main building and into the court yard. It was a quick walk to their dorm building.

Stranger: Sebastian went a bit silent even for him. On the fence about what he was going to say or rather sign. 'Mum's dead. Da got his arse killed.' Him but he didn't need to say that. Least not yet. 'Twin brother dead. Family money tied up until I'm 18. Cheerful lives us.' He offered.

You: Jim was interested to know how Sebastian was the only one left alive out of his family. He rose an eyebrow, "you're the only one left?" he asked, "What..what happened?" he asked softly, hoping he wasn't overstepping.

Stranger: Sebastian eyed Jim for a few moments while they walked. 'Brother ended up down the stairs. I think Mum had too many pills and alcohol. Blamed herself. She did herself in after Severin died.' He signed. Then not quite hesitating, but not making showy signs now. 'I happened to Da.'

You: Jim's eyes got a bit wider. He wasn't quite sure if Sebastian was joking, surely he wouldn't just casually admit to murder to someone he barely knew. He rose an eyebrow, "/you/ happened?" he questioned, "What'd he do?" he asked, strangely Jim wasn't put off by the idea of knowing his new friend had killed someone. Was it worse that it kind of turned him on?

Stranger: Sebastian licked at his lip and eventually nodded. It was a slow and hesitant thing. But there he was baring himself for a boy he just met and finding someone that was more curious than appalled. It made him relax some what. 'He bought her the pills and wine and then called her horrid things until she took them all.' He glanced away. 'Hunting accidents are rather easy to set up. Just didn't realize that he'd screw me after the fact with the fucking will.'

You: This was defiently not normal-but then again neither were they. Within hour they had met, chatted and immediantly clung to one another and now Sebastian had just told Jim he'd killed his own father. Jim wasn't scared or put off in the slightest, he wanted to know more. He found the whole thing...kind of hot. Jim nodded, "Smart, that's an easy cover." he complimented. "And your brother..he just had an accident?" he questioned. He lead Sebastian to his room, unlocking the door and leading Sebastian inside.

Stranger: Sebastian glancing around curiously. 'Da...' He signed as he turned to look at Jim. 'I'm sure Da pushed him. No proof tho. Just his arrogant and fucked up self.'

You: Jim frowned, "He took your twin and your mother from you.." he stepped closer. "Guess I'm lucky I got sent away." he muttered. He looked up at the taller man, his heart rate increasing as he thought about snogging him

Stranger: Sebastian felt a bit naked just then. He looked to Jim and waited. He had handed Jim what amounted to a loaded gun. He was caught between being nervous of a response and wanting to kiss Jim.

[clouds-of-wings]

Rating of all Bioware romances I’ve played

(Note: for a lot of people anything under 7/10 seems to basically mean it’s crap, for me everything under 3/10 means crap, 5/10 means it’s okay - because it’s in the middle - and 7/10 is already pretty good. Also if anyone else wants to make a post like this too, that would be cool, I’d like to read it.)

Baldur’s Gate 2

Jaheira - 7/10 lots of long, intelligent conversations I don’t recall at all, it seems weird to romance your mom figure tbh but nice to not have constant drama Aerie - 5/10 here you double as therapist and cause some serious character development. It’s not really interesting though and then she has a kid at the worst possible moment. I’m still torn on whether the whole “if you sleep with her when she first offers, the romance is over” was a good idea. Viconia - 8/10 starter of countless puberties the world over, you can’t just agree with everything she says or she’ll see you as weak and pathetic, which puts this romance head and shoulders over most of the rest already. Crap ending though, and a shame that they didn’t make her bi like they planned. Although, given Drow gender roles, that would have meant having to write 2 completely different romances probably. Anomen - 1/10 uncontroversially terrible, only gets a single point because you can make him betray everything he stands for, then break up with him, strip him of all equipment and leave him wounded in the wilderness, which I have done on at least 2 playthroughs Edwin (fanmade) - 6/10 the romance a million fangirls were waiting for. Starts out great, becomes unrealistic later due to too fast progression and the player’s response choices being too good. No one really talks like that. Haer’dalis (fanmade) - 10/10 the best, the amazing, everything that’s good and pure in the world, I eventually started responding as myself instead of as my character because it felt like he was actually listening to me, peering at me through the screen, and I wanted to know what he would say. The author is a professional writer if I remember correctly, which might expl- ahh no wait I just remembered that the canon romances are written by professional writers too haha oops Yoshimo (fanmade) - ?/10 too buggy to finish but great alt portrait!

Neverwinter Nights

Aribeth - 9/10 a complicated, sensitive and ambitious woman gets a boyfriend who can’t help her. Here you - spoiler alert - help your mentor cope with her husband being sentenced to death by her king for political reasons, fall in love, then she starts a war and you kill her, meet her again in hell and fight the devil together! Best storyline of all romances for sure! Aarin - 3/10 all I remember is that he tells you endless BORING stories of his life, then gives you gifts for enduring them... but my sister likes him Valen - 5/10 very attractive but also kinda boring. I don’t really like the brooding hero type. my sister REALLY liked him though, one bonus point for horns, one for “yes, my love?” Nathyrra - 3/10 I remember absolutely nothing of her romance, actually had to check while writing this whether she even was a romance option. But I didn’t hate it either, apparently.

Neverwinter Nights 2

All main campaign romances - 3/10 they were utterly forgettable, sorry I could not even bring myself to finish either of them - I don’t even remember who the male romance option was. I wanted to romance Sand and/or Shandra, but nooo we had to... I think there was a paladin and that brown-haired druid, right? And some flirts with this manic pixie dream tiefling? Who gets jealous when you romance druid lady but you can’t actually romance her instead? Bishop - 1000/10 I hated the fucker but it’s funny how realistic his “romance” is: the developers cut the plans for his romance but couldn’t be arsed to remove the writing for it that was already in the game (lol this game is such a mess I can’t believe the balls it took to even release it), so you have a guy who keeps insulting you and being a general fedora DOUCHE... and then betrays you and joins your enemies because “my love meant nothing to you”. Unintentionally great writing! Safiya - 3/10 she’s one of my favourite video game characters ever but the romance made me very uncomfortable. Safiya seems like the kind of woman who’d only be attracted to a very specific kind of person and the game doesn’t give you the option of playing as that kind of personality. I ended up breaking up with her because it felt like the game was holding a gun to her head and forcing her to say she loved me. In a way it’s a point in the game’s favour that both joinable female NPCs are complicated, strong-willed women who would realistically probably not be taken in by the rather generic responses the game allows you to give them (out of necessity of course - a game can’t give you 100 dialogue options and let all of them lead to different outcomes, that would take 293482 years to program). Gann - 9/10 honestly my favourite canon romance. Male Viconia, moody, sardonic, tired of being objectified, pretends to be arrogant as a coping mechanism (lol), it’s actually difficult to make him fall in love with you, which is great - I gained influence with him once by calling him ugly, then lost it again for saying I was sorry he lost his parents. Would romance again anytime.

Dragon Age: Origins

Alistair - 8/10 lots and lots of fun. Saw him and my warden more as bros but played the romance just because he’s so much fun to talk to Zevran - 2/10 wanted to romance him until I actually met him. Very much Not My Type. Still had sex with him in the middle of the camp minutes after Alistair confessed his love to me ahahaha Leliana - 3/10 very boring, didn’t get beyond second romance talk Morrigan - ?? have only played the game once & with a woman but would like to try her romance one day.

[taeken-my-heart]

Moirai - chapter 2

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 6024

*Side note: I put a read more option on all my stories so if it doesn’t show up, I’m sorry :( It’s the Tumblr app and there isn’t anything I can do about it. I hope it doesn’t ruin your experience!

*Side side note: I actually had most of this chapter written already so that’s why the update was so fast, don’t hold your breath for future updates being this quickly updated, haha. :P 

After school you walked with Lillian to her car, jumping into the passenger seat and flinging your bag by your feet. Because her family was wealthy, when Lillian had gotten her license she’d also been gifted a car. You’d been green with envy at the time, but since you still hadn’t even found the time to get your own license you didn’t see the point in being jealous over something you couldn’t even drive so you’d quickly gotten over it.

“It feels like I haven’t seen Lucas in forever.” You replied, looking over at your friend who was drumming the beat on the radio onto her steering wheel.

“You still have a crush on him?” Lillian teased, eyebrows wiggling.

You rolled your eyes. “I was 13. Cut me some slack here, I didn’t know any better.”

“Hey now, my brother is awesome.”

You laughed. “Yes, he is, that’s not what I meant. I guess I was just unintentionally into the whole crush on your best friend’s older brother thing. It’s a phase we all must go through.”

Lillian pouted, “Only you don’t have an older brother so I never got my phase!”

“Well, there’s always Ella. It’s never too late.” You smirked at Lillian’s scoff.

“Please, she couldn’t handle this.” Lillian sighed, waving at her body and grinning.

“That’s definitely true. She wouldn’t know what to do with you.” You chuckled.

As you drove the short distance to Lillian’s house you felt the butterflies begin to jump around in the pit of your belly. While it was true that you’d had a crush on her brother when you were 13, there was still this part of you that wasn’t quite over it. He’d been your first serious crush at a time when you were just barely beginning to navigate the teenage waters. At the ripe age of 15 he’d been a babe, a class a dime. You weren’t really sure how to behave after not seeing him for half a year. You didn’t have his number so of course you hadn’t kept in contact. Maybe he’d met Daisy by now, or maybe he’d just decided to date someone else; not everyone sought after their soulmate, after all.

It was fiction what those fairy tale books said, that when you met your soulmate your fate was sealed and you’d never be without them again. Though the numbers weren’t high, there were people who chose to be with someone other than their soulmate. This was of course particularly painful for the half of the pair that was left behind, but no one was bound by a cruel mistress named fate; everyone still had a choice.

You were apprehensive about what you’d find when you saw Lucas again. There had been a moment when you thought Lucas liked you too. You were almost 16 and Lucas was nearly 18 and there had been moments of whispered thoughts, soul bearing confessions about life and the future. Moments of stolen looks, stowed away in the janitor’s closet after hiding the school’s mascot at the bottom of the pool and waiting with baited breath as they sought the culprit. The way he’d looked at you, as though he saw something there, as though he had secrets to tell.

You never found out, though, as you’d been wrenched from the closet by your look out, Lillian, and you ran laughing to her car in dizzy excitement, peeling from the parking lot and to your freedom. The school never did find out who did it.

“So what movie are we watching, anyway?” You inquired, turning to inspect your best friend as she made a turn off the main road.

“To be decided,” she grinned, “but Lucas brought some new stuff that he bought at school so he might have some gold in there.”

“There better be actual gold or I’ll be thoroughly disappointed.” You smirked. Pulling into the drive way, you grabbed your bag from beside your feet and followed after Lillian as she stepped through the front door, announcing her arrival loudly into the foyer.

Not even 10 seconds after Lillian’s voice had died down Lucas came barreling from the kitchen, grabbing her in his arms and laughing at her squeal. You’d always been jealous of their relationship, they were close on a level that you and Ella never had been and you envied that. Not that you and your sister didn’t get along, you had all the normal arguments about stealing each other’s clothes and taking too long in the bathroom, but if you’d been away for a long time Ella certainly wouldn’t be rushing to you with a giant hug and lots of I missed you’s.

Suddenly Lucas was turning to you and you were struck again by how handsome he really was. His blonde hair styled into a messy quaff, strong, square jaw, bright green eyes, and a big smile trained directly on you.

“Y/N!” He crowed, swooping in to pull you into a bone crushing hug and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Wow, have you gotten even prettier since the last time I saw you? I didn’t think it was possible.���

You blushed at his compliment, swatting at his chest and laughing, “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me in front of your sister.”

Lucas chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Ah she’s used to this by now, she knows I love to tease her friends. Especially the cute ones.”

Lillian scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so gross. If you’re so in love with her, why don’t you just ask her out already?”

“Maybe I will.” Lucas grinned and you found yourself blushing deeper. He’d always been a flirt, insisting he loved to watch you turn bright red, but college seemed to have honed those skills if your puddle like state was any indication.

“Alright, alright, alright.” You laughed, shoving him away from you. “Where are your movies?”

Lucas laughed, leading the both of you into the front room where he had a three ringed binder filled with movies laid out on the floor. “Geez, Luca, did you seriously buy all of these in the last few months?” Lillian gasped, dropping to her knees to flip through the book.

“Hey,” he said, holding his hands up, “you know I’m a movie buff, this shouldn’t be surprising to you. Besides, the last few pages are empty.”

“Oh, the last few pages, my bad.” Lillian teased. “So what are you in the mood for, Y/N?”

You dropped down next to her, looking through the pages and stopping here and there at something that peaked your interest. “Hmm, well, I’m always in the mood for a romance,” at the sound of Lucas gagging in the background, you laughed, “or a good old fashioned comedy. I’m pretty flexible. You guys choose and I’ll be happy with whatever.”

You made your way to the couch, curling into the corner and grabbing a blanket to spread over your legs. After choosing some new action movie that you’d never heard of, that was apparently out of this world, Lillian came to sit beside you until Lucas pouted and forced her to move to the other side so that he could sit in between the both of you, something about not wanting to be left out. You’d snorted, rolling your eyes and cuddling further into your blanket.

After the lights had been turned off and the movie had started the three of you quieted down to watch. As expected, Lillian fell asleep about 10 minutes into the movie and you smirked. She was so predictable. Movie nights and sleep overs always turned into a solo activity if it was just the two of you because she just couldn’t help it. The lights were off, she was comfortable; she was going to fall asleep.

The movie was just barely building up to the climax when suddenly you felt it. Fingers running up and down the side of your thigh. You tried not to jump at the contact, thinking perhaps it was an accidental graze, but as it continued you grew curious and over the edge of the blanket (which you’d pulled up to your eyes as the hero of the movie was about to pull off some incredible stunt) you glanced at Lucas.

He didn’t look at you at first, looking the picture of innocence as he stared straight ahead at the movie. You were tempted to shrug it off, maybe he thought he was stroking his own leg, but suddenly he turned to look at you, smirk etched deeply into his cheeks.

You felt like the air was being sucked from your lungs as you felt his fingers tap their way up to the top of your thigh, squeezing gently. Had you fallen asleep? Were you hallucinating? He leaned towards you, whispering, “Hey.”

“Hi.” You whispered back. You hoped you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

“I missed you while I was gone.”

You could barely hear his voice over the thrum of the music but your heart skipped out of your chest as you lapped up every word.

“You missed me?”

“Of course, you may be Lillian’s best friend, but we’re friends too, right?”

You nodded, head slightly dizzy. He hadn’t removed his hand from your lower thigh and you felt confused. Friends don’t rub each other’s thighs. When Lucas chuckled softly you realized you’d said that out loud and blushed.

“You’re right.” He said, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Can we go to the kitchen to talk for a minute?”

You followed like a robot, unsure of what to do or say but as soon as you were in the kitchen he closed the door behind you and sat at the kitchen counter. “Come sit with me.” He smiled up at you.

You sat across from him, fingers immediately lacing together to try and squeeze the nerves from your body. “How was school?”

He shrugged, “school was OK, nothing special. Trying to get the boring classes out of the way so I can enjoy the classes for my major.”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll have to remember that when I go to college next year.”

“Are we really going to talk about school?” Lucas asked, scratching the back of his neck and you chewed on your bottom lip. That was his one tell. When he was nervous about something, he would scratch the back of his neck. You’d known him for so many years, fawned over him to the point of near obsession and when you’d come back down from it all and tried to reign yourself in you became friends with him, learning to read his queues.

“We don’t need to talk about school.” You mumbled. You tapped your fingers lightly against the counter top, shoulders bunching together. “Did you find Daisy?”

Lucas looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together. “Why would you want to talk about her?”

You shrugged. “It just seems like we’re going into a conversation that maybe wouldn’t be good if you’d found her.”

“You know I don’t believe in the whole soulmate thing. It’s all so romanticized to trick us into marrying someone with some weird matching tattoo.”

“I’m not saying I like it either,” you defended, “I was just curious.”

Lucas sighed, rubbing at his chin, “No, I haven’t met her, but if I do I’ll just tell her that I’m interested in someone else.”

“You are?” You asked in surprise.

“Yeah, my little sisters best friend. She’s pretty cute, maybe you’ve seen her around?”

“Oh come on,” you laughed, “stop playing around.”

“I’m being totally serious.” At your look of confusion he continued, “Look, when I was in school all I could think about was you and how much I missed you. I started to forget the sound of your laugh and that’s when I realized how much I like you. I’m just telling you this because, I don’t know, I kind of hoped that maybe you’d give me a chance. I know it would be a little awkward since I will be going back and forth between school and home but I want to try…if you’re willing.”

He suddenly looked down at his hands and it occurred to you that you’d never actually seen him look so awkward before. He was always confident in what he had to say and who he was as a person and it made you feel oddly flattered that you were the one causing this change in him.

“Well,” you started softly, “it would be rather difficult being so far away from each other for so long,” and he conceded with a nod, “but I don’t see the harm in trying.”

Lucas’ head snapped up, grin peeled at the edges of his lips. “Seriously?”

“Did you really think I’d turn you down?” You smiled and Lucas chuckled bashfully.

“Kind of. I just figured you must have a lot of options at school, why would you want to date your best friend’s weird older brother?”

You stood, coming to stand in front of him, fingers running along the curve of his shirt collar. “You’ve never been weird. In fact, I may or may not have had a crush on you since I was 13 years old.”

“Really?” Lucas grinned, eyes wide with glee, “I seriously never would have guessed.”

“Well, you are kind of dense.” You teased and Lucas laughed, poking your side as punishment.

“Hey, be nice to your boyfriend.”

You blushed, chewing the inside of your cheek and looking down as your fingers continued to fiddle with his collar. “Wow, boyfriend. I never thought I’d hear that in relation to you.”

Lucas spread his hands along the expanse of your lower back, pulling you closer and smiling up at you. “It feels really nice to say.” He admitted. “But we should probably get back before the movie ends. You know how Lillian is, always waking up in the last few minutes.”

You smiled, nodding, and Lucas stood, lacing his fingers with yours and walking back to the darkened living room, cuddling under the covers and settling back into the nearly finished movie.

After Lillian woke up and the three of you hung out for the next hour she offered to drive you home and you made your way towards her car, waving at Lucas as he stood in the doorway and you fastened your seat belt, holding onto the strap across your shoulder.

“I have a confession to make.” You murmured, once you’d left the neighborhood and were back on the main road.

Lillian hummed as an affirmative for you to continue and you clutched your seat belt tighter in your hands. "Lucas may or may not have asked me to be his girlfriend.”

The look on Lillian’s face as she snapped her gaze in your direction would have been comical had she not been driving. As it was, she swerved slightly and you gasped, throwing your arm out to try and steady the wheel.

“What?!” She screeched and you weren’t really sure if that was meant to sound happy or angry.

You sighed, clutching back at your seat belt. “Do I really have to repeat myself?” You complained.

“Yes, you absolutely do!” She insisted, bobbing her head vigorously up and down.

“Lucas asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“And what did you say?”

“Uh, well, you see…”

“Y/N, what did you say?” Lillian insisted.

“I said yes.” You replied timidly. Lillian’s squeal of excitement wasn’t what you were expecting but it made your shoulders loosen never the less.

“Oh my gosh, my brother and my best friend! This is the best thing ever! When did this happen?”

“During the movie, after you fell asleep. He told me he liked me and asked if I’d give him a chance.”

“Which of course you agreed to, you have had a ridiculous crush on him for years, after all!”

“Not so ridiculous now, it turns out.” You blushed.

Lillian laughed giddily, reaching over to slap your knee in excitement and you quickly joined her with high pitched giggles of your own. She pulled up in front of your house, waving you off with a promise to gossip more tomorrow and you laughed, waving as she peeled away from the curb.

“You’re in a good mood.”

You jumped at the deep timber of an all too familiar voice and turned, sighing. “Yes, I am. Can I help you, Jungkook?”

The sun was setting behind your house and it gave Jungkook a slight halo, which was laughable. He stood there in a dark bomber jacket, black t-shirt and criminally tight light wash jeans with a rip in the knee. He honestly looked so handsome that you wanted to vomit just from having to think that.

Jungkook shrugged, “just thought I’d say hi.”

“Our parents aren’t around, you don’t have to pretend to be my friend.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and looking up to the sky. “Don’t act like such a victim, Y/N. You act butt hurt when I don’t say hi to you but then when I do you’re all of a sudden better than me.”

“I never said I was better than you!” You cried.

“You don’t have to say it with your words, I can just see it on your face.”

You felt a little guilty because Jungkook did actually seem offended so you sighed and shrugged. “I’m sorry, OK?”

“I can tell that really came from your heart.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Look, I am sorry, I really didn’t mean to come off that way. To be fair, though, you always make me feel like crap so it seems like a fair trade off.”

Jungkook snorted, “I had no idea you were one of those eye for eye types of people.”

“Well, you don’t really know me, Jungkook.” You muttered.

He nodded, lips pursed as he surveyed your frown. “Fair enough.”

You sighed, running your hand through your hair and looking off at the lights in your house. “Look, I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you at the barbecue tomorrow.” You began to walk towards the house before noticing that Jungkook was walking right behind you. “That wasn’t really an invite.” You frowned.

“Lucky for me, I don’t need your permission.” He teased, “Besides, your mom wanted me to come over and help her move some furniture around since your dad’s at some work function or something.”

“OK.” You shrugged, walking through the front door, Jungkook following and closing the door behind himself.

“Jungkook!” Your mother beamed, coming from the kitchen, “thank you so much for coming over, honey. I really appreciate your help.”

“Of course, you know you’re like my second mom. I like helping you out.”

Your mom laughed, wrapping her arm around Jungkook’s waist and leading him to the living room. You walked slowly up the stairs as you listened to them chat while she directed him where to move things. You supposed it was really rather nice of him to come by and help, you were sure that he had better things to do; after all, he had a roaring social life and a beautiful girlfriend.

After slipping into a pair of shorts and a baggy hoodie you made your way back downstairs to grab a snack and you stood by the dining room door, watching as he brought in a table from the garage. During your barbecues you always inevitably made your way back inside to play games and it had just become a tradition at this point. It was easier to have tables and chairs set up for you the night before so that no one had to worry about it while eating.

Usually your dad was the one to move the furniture around, but since he wasn’t here Jungkook was the next best thing in your mother’s eyes; like a son she’d never had. She always insisted that you and your sister were like delicate little flowers and rarely let you help with any heavy lifting. Sometimes it actually annoyed you how little faith your mother put in your physical abilities and other times, like right now, you didn’t mind so much that you didn’t have to pick up the couch and move it. Chewing on the roll you’d grabbed from the kitchen, you watched as Jungkook moved to where your mother directed him, muscles cording in his back under his t-shirt as he dragged the couch to the back wall and moved the table into the center of the room.

You hated to admit that you liked the way he looked. He’d been a brat nearly all his life, but he was so handsome it made you ache a little. Why did mean people always get the best things?

“Hey mom?” You called suddenly and she looked over to you from her position by Jungkook, “I was wondering if I could invite my boyfriend over for the bbq tomorrow.”

Jungkook dropped the couch suddenly and you and your mother both jumped before she trained her vision back on you. “Boyfriend?” She asked in surprise.

“Yeah, Lucas actually asked me tonight.” You grinned and your mother squealed, running over to you and pulling you into a hug. She’d known about your crush on him almost as long as you’d had it and you’d always felt like she was silently rooting for the two of you, even after Daisy’s name appeared on his wrist.

“Oh my goodness, honey, of course. I am so excited for you! Also, what are you doing with that roll young lady?” She scolded and you grinned, shoving the rest into your mouth in one big bite, “those are for tomorrow!”

“It’s only one!” You mumbled around your mouth full and you could see Jungkook grimacing in the background as he returned his attention to the couch.

Just then the front door closed softly and you watched as Ella strolled into the room, backpack slung across one shoulder. “Oh!” She said in surprising, taking note of Jungkook finally pushing the sofa into place and she blushed. “I didn’t know you were here, Jungkook.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. She was so obvious about her crush on him, you were surprised he hadn’t picked up on it by now. Jungkook smiled, rising to his full height and shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just helping out your mom a little bit.”

“That’s so nice of you!” She gushed and you sucked on your teeth noisily. It seemed as though you were the one feeling all the awkwardness that Ella seemed to ignore as she made her way into the center of the room, grabbing onto his bicep. The look of surprise on his face was so priceless you would have laughed if you weren’t also surprised yourself. Your sister had never been quite so forward. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m sure you’d much rather be doing something other than moving around heavy furniture on your Friday night.”

You watched in amusement from the sides as Jungkook cleared his throat and turned to look for your mother. She’d retreated to the kitchen to hide the rest of the rolls (from you, presumably) and then let his eyes sweep over you. “Well, if the three of us grab some chairs from the garage we could probably make pretty good work of this.”

“Oh,” Ella remarked, turning to look at you, “I didn’t know you were there. Were you just sitting there watching and not helping?”

“I was eating!” You exclaimed and she frowned.

“As if that’s any better.” She scolded and you glared. “Poor Jungkook is over here working his butt off while you’re just sat there watching him. That’s, like, creepy or something.”

You scoffed, making your way towards her, “fine, let’s go.” You ushered Jungkook in front before sending another glare Ella’s way. “Your crush is showing.” You smirked and Ella blushed, pushing passed you and following Jungkook into the garage.

After the three of you had finished setting up the living room and you’d had to quietly survive Ella’s painful attempts at flirting, you’d sat down on the couch to send Lucas a text about tomorrow. He’d replied with a resounding yes and insisted that he would bring something to contribute despite your insistence that it really wasn’t necessary.

Your mother had asked Jungkook to stay for dinner and you watched as he helped her to set up the table. What a show off. Even Ella was contributing, which was laughable because normally she was somewhere complaining about letting her nail polish dry or something. Your mother asked you to help her finish making a salad so you stood, shoving your phone in your back pocket and going to wash your hands.

After dinner you sat back on the couch, watching in displeasure as Jungkook made his way to the same couch, sitting beside you with a loud sigh. “So a boyfriend, huh?” He asked, leaning towards you, “who’s the unlucky guy?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you as he laughed. “Bite me.” You muttered, careful to keep your volume low enough so that your mother wouldn’t hear.

“Come on,” Jungkook coaxed, “I’m curious. You said Lucas before; is that Lucas Olsson, Lillian’s brother?”

You sighed, shrugging, “maybe it is, maybe isn’t.”

“Doesn’t he have a soulmate?” He asked and you frowned, turning to look at him.

“We all have soulmates, Jungkook, doesn’t mean we all want to be with them.”

“Isn’t that fighting against fate or something?”

“What, you’re telling me you actually want to end up with your soulmate?” You questioned dubiously.

“Sure, why not? The universe always puts us with the person that would make us the most happy, seems like it knows what it’s doing. Why would I try and compete with that?”

“Wow, how sappy of you. You don’t think the universe messes up sometimes?” You questioned.

“I’ve never seen it before. I mean, yeah, sometimes we see something in a magazine or the newspaper or whatever that says two soulmates are getting a divorce due to irreconcilable differences, but honestly, the media lies all the time and we don’t actually know any of the people they’re talking about. Maybe they’re making it up.”

“You sound like a conspiracy theorist.” You groaned. “Doesn’t it weird you out at all that somebodies name, a person you’ve never met before, just appears on your wrist and you’re expected to just make a life with them because the universe dictated it that way?”

“Not really,” Jungkook shook his head, “I wanna be happy, she wants to be happy, it’s worth a shot, right? My dad was skeptical before he met my mother and now he’s deliriously happy so it kind of seems like it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, well, what if you end up with someone you hate, what then?”

“That’s so unlikely,” he scoffed, “the universe is not going to stick two people together who hate each other, that would make no sense. You’ve gotta trust the system.”

“Did you suddenly turn into a hippie?” You rolled your eyes. “Does that system know you stick your dick in every woman that breathes?”

Jungkook frowned, tapping his fingers against his leg in agitation, “you have so much anger for someone your size, where do you bottle that shit up? I really haven’t slept with as many people as you seem to think I have.”

“Sure,” you quipped, going to stand, “and the moon is purple.”

Ella quickly took your spot on the couch, drawing Jungkook’s attention away from you and you made your way back upstairs. You had too much homework to do and not enough energy to deal with his special brand of irritating, anyway. You needed to save your energy for tomorrow when he’d be here to annoy you all day.

Also, Lucas. You smiled at the idea, sitting down at your desk and pulling out your phone. You wondered if he’d try to kiss you tomorrow. He hadn’t tried tonight but that’s because his sister was there and everything was so fresh. You wondered if he was the type of guy to wait a few dates or go all in. You couldn’t wait to find out.

I hope you enjoy this update. There will be a bigger gap between this update and my next because I’m not close to finishing the next chapter so you can expect it at the end of this month or in early December. 

Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Copyright © 2018  by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.

[aggresively-dabbing]

Oh.

Oh no he’s tall. And pretty, he’s far too pretty.

Gabriel sat close to the door in this class, having heard from his older brother how boring it was and how quick he’d want to leave the room. However, it seemed as though the situation had dramatically changed since Michael had been in the class, because the man walking in through that classroom door was far too good looking for class to be boring.

The man taking hurried, long strides as he rushed in had books tucked under his arms and a stereotypical college-y jacket, with the patched elbows. A paper or two went flying as he slammed his things onto the teacher’s desk, and brushed his long hair away from his face, unintentionally showing off sideburns and impressive cheekbones, huffing in relief that he wasn’t late for class. He looked up and around at the class, his hazel eyes sweeping briefly over the room. And just like that, Gabriel knew he was absolutely doomed.

This man, far too pretty for Gabriel to remain undistracted in class, turned out to be the teacher. He introduced himself as Mr. Winchester, but quickly clarified that he’d rather people just call him Sam. “But not Sammy. Not ever.” He warned the class, raising an eyebrow like he could hear them immediately nicknaming him. He went on to explain the basics of the course, Creative Writing, and told the class a little about his family. Gabriel thought briefly about actually taking notes on this, but decided it would look weird to be the only one writing. Plus, he was never actually going to ask the guy out, right?

But he did learn that Sam had an older brother, Dean, who was a mechanic down at Singer’s Auto, and a dog, Bones. He didn’t mention a wife, Gabriel found himself thinking. Whoa, whoa, Gabriel warned himself, you don’t know if he even swings your way. Plus, he’s your teacher! Gabriel recognized the voice of the metaphorical angel on his shoulder, but made it a point to listen for the equally metaphorical devil on his shoulder.

Sure, maybe he doesn’t swing your way, but, maybe he does. You won’t know until you ask!  Almost audible was a wink in the fictional little voice as Gabriel’s thoughts marched on without him. And really, it’s not illegal to date your teacher. Not in college, and not at your age. Sure it’s. . . questionable. . .  but not illegal. He almost nodded to himself in agreement before realizing how ridiculous that would have been seeing as how he was the only one listening to this argument with himself. Realizing how distracted he was by this thought process, Gabriel looked back at the teacher.

Sam had leaned up on the desk, half sitting on it. He’d taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves at some point- admittedly, the room was rather warm, but Gabriel had thought that it was just him, so looking around the room now, he realized that quite a few people had loosened hoodies or taken off sweaters that had been so useful outside- and as Gabriel watched he loosened his tie. Are teachers even allowed to be that hot outside of bad porn?

Gabriel glanced down to his messenger bag, wondering whether he’d need any of the notebooks or supplies in it. A second later, turning back to the desk up front he saw Sam staring right at him. Slowly heating up, he snuck a peak at the rest of the class, only to see most of it staring right back at him. A girl right up front glared at him, as a few people looked at him like they wanted to laugh but were too polite to do so, and a few more didn’t care enough to keep from snickering. What happened? Did I miss something? Oh god, what did I miss?  His mind was racing until Sam spoke up, an easy grin spreading across his face.

“Well, I certainly appreciate the compliment,” he began, and Gabriel finally realized what had happened, “but I’d also appreciate it if you at least kept your volume when saying things like- ah, that, to a minimum.” Gabriel, feeling himself blush furiously, buried his face in his hands. I said that out loud! How did I even- I mean that’s one way to tell someone they’re hot af, but ughhh why

Thoughts running along that track, this lovable fool lowered his hands as Sam went back to the class, saying something about what the year should be like, what their first few assignments will look like. No one was looking at him anymore, Sam had moved the class along, and for that Gabriel was eternally grateful.

Eventually, the class period ended. Nothing had been needed from his bag, so Gabriel could have simply picked it up and walked out. But just before the bell rang, Sam had looked right at him, in a way that made Gabriel happy that he was sitting down, because if he hadn’t been sitting, he would have fallen over there and then. So he stayed at his desk, puttering around it longer than needed, wiping at a pen stain in the wood that he know wouldn’t come out.

When the rest of the class had cleared out, chatting excitedly about this class or their next, Sam approached the desk, resting his hands on the edge, and leaning over slightly. Gabriel gulped. It had been obvious when the man had walked through the door that he was tall, excessively so in Gabriel’s opinion, but, wow. Tall and sexy. Sam laughed, and Gabriel internally cursed his own absolute lack of a verbal filter.

“Again, thank you for the compliment.” Sam laughed, ducking his head slightly and lifting a hand to move a strand of hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ear.

“Please, I’m only being honest.” And Gabriel was. That strand of hair slipped out from behind Sam’s ear again, and Gabriel couldn’t help brushing it out the way. Sam stiffened a little, and Gabriel froze where he was, his hand still partly in Sam’s hair. Oh no no nonnono I went too far he hates me forever what have I done curse my lack of filters curse this hand of mine oh father who art in Heaven hallowed be not thy name because I’m cursing God himself too for allowing me to set foot upon this earth-

Gabriel’s thoughts rushed past him again, blurred and half focused when Sam smiled widely. He removed the other man’s hand from his hair, leading it back to the desk. And then he didn’t take his hand back. Gabriel was bright red by now, he could feel it, and Sam was holding his hand. Oh. OH. OH HE’S HOLDING MY HAND THIS IS IT THIS IS HOW I DIE I’M JUST TOO GAY FOR THIS EARTH TO HANDLE.

Sam, still holding his hand on top of the desk, and still smiling so, so prettily, spoke again to interrupt Gabriel’s rapidly accelerating train of thought before it yeeted itself off of some kind of mental cliff or something. “You know, I think it’d be pretty nice if you spoke up in my class to do more than comment on my attractiveness.” After a moment’s thought, he added “Not that I don’t appreciate it.” Gabriel tried to stay cool, and grinned up at Sam.

“So, I really must know, are you flirting with me? Because I’d love that, and I’d love to flirt back. A lot. If that’s cool with you.” For good measure, he winked at the end, and though it may have been wishful thinking, he could swear he saw Sam blush lightly, and it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Like, ever. Sam finally looked at him, looked Gabriel right in the eyes, almost like he was looking for something.

“You know what,” Sam started, leaning in just a bit closer, “I think I am flirting.” The teacher grinned, and leaned back again. Frozen for a second at the confession, Gabriel gathered his wits and grinned. Happily, yes, but also like he was about to pull the greatest prank of his life. Which would certainly be saying something, considering the magnitude of a few of the tricks he’d pulled in the past. Of course, this is all entirely off topic. But the Great Ping Pong Ball Event of 2016, and the Unmentionable Spray Paint Week of 2018 were epic, just saying.

The shorter man stood up suddenly, at Sam’s level now, since the taller man, now looking at him in surprise, was still leaning over the desk. “Alright then.” He swung his messenger bag over his shoulder, and began to walk to the door. “So I’ll be seeing you tomorrow?” Gabriel had barely lifted his hand to teasingly wave goodbye, when Sam grabbed his wrist. Lightly, not trying to hurt him in any way, only stop him from leaving just yet. Gabriel smirked. “That eager, eh, Moose?”

Sam looked like he’d been about to say something, but the sudden nickname caught him off guard. And, oh, his confused face is adorable too. “What, cat got your tongue?”

Sam seemed to shake himself  out of a brief stupor before responding. “No, no, I- sorry. I mean, must you leave so soon?” Sam was clearly trying to stay cool, a little more teacher like, but Gabriel saw that he had his teacher flustered. Feigning innocence, Gabriel motioned at the door.

“Well, I’ve got lunch right now! And, I mean, a man’s gotta eat.” Sam pouted slightly at that. Gabriel spontaneously combusted. Well, not really, but he certainly felt like it. How the hell is every face this sasquatch makes even more cute than the last?!

“Right, right.” Sam took his hand away, rubbing the back of his neck as his other hand rested on his hip. “Sure, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you from eating or anything.” And Gabriel might have left then, maybe stealing a kiss on the cheek, but the grown man in front of him just channeled the energy of a kicked puppy left out in the rain. So he decided to stay a little longer. Or. . .

“Well, I could, maybe, invite you to come to lunch. With- with me.” Gabriel started smooth, but fumbled his words at the end, getting shy. Sam brightened instantly at the suggestion.

“I’d love to!” The taller man beamed. Gabriel smiled right back, and grabbed Sam’s hand.

“Alrighty then, Samshine, it’s a date!”

“Samshine?”

“It’s a nickname. You banned ‘Sammy’ early on, so I’ve got to improvise. Also, you’re like, really bright. I don’t know how to say this. You’re a ray of fucking sunshine and it’s adorable.”

“R-right.” Gabriel led the way out of the classroom into an empty hallway. Both men were blushing, and making a furious effort to hide it. Said effort wasn’t really working. Sam broke the silence between them.

“So, nicknames already?” Gabriel stopped in his tracks to turn and face Sam, continuing to hold hands. He had to look up a bit to do so, but still.

“What, do you not like nicknames? I can stop if you like.” Sam shook his head hastily.

“No, no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean, I- I like the nicknames.” Sam stumbled on his words, finally blushing and smiling softly down at Gabriel. Gabriel stared up for a second, because ahh he’s so cute, until he grinned mischievously. Sam realized he may have opened a door he would regret later.

“Nicknames are good.” Gabriel tapped his chin with his free hand , thinking, but dramatically. “Alright then. . . Sasquatch. No! Samsquach! “ The shorter man almost started bouncing in place because the possibilities for terrible nicknames here were endless. Sam just sort of stood there, with that face people make when they realize that they’re going to be sitting through something for a long while, but it’s something they would gladly sit through for a long while.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Sammoose! Like Sam, but moose. ‘Cause you’re far too tall to simply be human, so, moose. Very reasonable.” Gabriel closed his eyes and nodded to himself seriously, very sure of his facts. Sam couldn’t resist making a joke.

“I don’t know, I’m not that tall. Maybe you’re just really short.” Gabriel opened his eyes slowly. Dramatically. Sam barely held in a loud laugh.

“I can not believe this.” Gabriel let go of Sam’s hand to swing his hands up in the air and pace in small circles in front of him. “That’s it! The relationship’s off before it even started! Short jokes! At my expense! My god, Samuel, I expected more from you.” He crossed his arms in mock dismay, and Sam had to cover his wide grin at the shorter man’s antics. “I mean, short jokes! That’s just cheap. Especially coming from you, Jolly Green. Everyone’s short to you! You’re like, the Abominable Snow Sam! The Samzilla! Sammoose! I can’t think of enough crazy tall things to continue this rant, you tree! “ Gabriel fell into Sam’s chest, and kept mumbling about short jokes and Sam being tall, but his voice was just sort of muffled. Sam thought it was absolutely adorable.

Gabriel felt Sam chuckle, and Sam wrapped his arms around the shorter man. Before he could ask what was happening, Gabriel felt himself being, quite literally, swept off his feet. All of a sudden, Sam was holding him bridal style.

“Wh- SAM!” Gabriel couldn’t even formulate a proper response as Sam started walking down the hall, carrying him and his bag and his rage, all like it was nothing. Sam finally let out a laugh, and Gabriel’s half hearted protesting quieted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- you’re so cute when you’re mad, and we weren’t going to lunch like we said we would, so I had to take matters into my own hands!” Sam laughed again at Gabriel’s surprised face at being called cute. They walked in a pleasant silence for a few steps, until Gabriel piped up again.

“Hey, so, is this like, a date?” Sam stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he thought it over. After a pause, he continued walking.

“Yeah, I think this counts as a date.” Sam nodded. Gabriel smiled up at him, and wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck.

“Good.”

@sadshyglitter Hey I did the thing! And I’m going to bed now, promise. :P