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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Eli/Hawk X Reader

Warnings: This may get you in your feels for a sec! Very slight smut warning!

Fighting Gravity

You would be lying if you said it wasn't tough, it was the hardest thing you have done. It's not easy breaking up with someone but you felt as if you had no other choice.

You were with Eli before he turned into Hawk, before he started becoming someone who he despised the most, he became his worst enemy; a bully.

Just as if the day could get any worse you had to be at school, well it was lunch time so it wasn't so bad. I mean you were already halfway through school just two more classes, that you also share with Demetri.

"Listen to me Y/n" Demetri says catching your attention.

You playfully roll your eyes as you know that he's going to tell you a cheesy Star Wars joke, that will most likely be funny to only you and Demetri and we'll Eli if he were a 'nerd' again as he calls it.

"Which Star Wars character works at a restaurant?" He questions, already laughing at the joke he was thinking of.

"I don't know who?" You ask sarcastically.

"Darth Waiter" Demetri says, now fully laughing at his own joke.

He laughs at his own joke caused to you to laugh, plus it was a cheesy move. The laughing dies down as you and Demetri stop, in the middle of the hallway. Eyes subconsciously connecting with each other's, you both feel yourselves being pulled towards one another.

"What the h*ll do you think you're doing nerd?!" You hear someone yell causing both you and Demetri to pull away, have being caught.

"I-uh well-" Demetri stutters before you speak up, Demetri sighs in relief.

"Why do you care? We aren't together anymore" You exclaim, as Hawk walks closer to you both.

"Yeah I wonder why, it's not like I wanted you anyways" He smirks.

You knew what was happening, you knew that he was just putting on a facade to the students that don't give a crap about him.

"Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you" You smirk.

"Quite well actually, I don't have to see your ugly reflection everyday" Hawk snarls.

"Yeah well neither do I" You scoff, almost saying something bad but you bite back your lip. Knowing that's Eli's insecure spot, that you shouldn't bring up.

You bite back the urge to say something you'd regret in the long run "whatever I'm not even in the mood" you roll your eyes and walk away.

"Come on Demetri" You demand as he follows behind.

"Uh- what was that?" He asks referring to the almost kiss.

"I- I don't know" You admit honestly.

He decides to not ask any more questions even though it kept running around his mind. After lunch, the day went by pretty fast you were driving on the way home when you got a call. It was Demetri.

Both Demetri and Moon decided to get your mind off of things, so she threw you a as she called it a 'get over hawk' party. Which was what Demetri called to tell you about of course.

"Come on Y/n! This will help you in-lighten your inner spiritual self!" Moon says jumping up and down, clapping excitedly.

"Fine fine fine...." you mumble, knowing you couldn't say no to Moon.

"Yay!" She exclaims happily.

"Come on I have the perfect dress for you!" She says pulling you into her closet full of dresses and unique outfits.

"Here! Take this!" Moon pushes the dress into your chest, excited.

You don't even get time to check out the dress before Moon rushes you into her second closet, "rude..." you mumble playfully.

You slip on the dress, with no problems at all. It fit ever curve just perfectly. "Wow.." you gape as you spin around looking at yourself in the mirror.

The dress included a slit in the middle from your thigh and it was a sparkling blue shade, with spaghetti straps.

Not even a second later Moon barges into the closet causing you to jump, she squeals cheerfully "o-m-g you look so sexy!" She says smirking, proud of herself.

"Wait, why am I wearing a dress when I'm just going to swim anyways?" You question.

"Oh you silly Y/n! We're showing Hawk what he's missing!" Moon says smiling as she grabs some of her green juice that she made.

"Okay.." You nod your head, trailing off.

"Plus I bought me a matching colored dress!" She says holding up the dress.

You gasp "it's beautiful Moon! You'll look gorgeous! As always" You gush.

Moon smiles slightly at the compliment "well what are you waiting for! Let me do your hair" She says ushering you in the chair.

After a couple hours Moon had finished your makeup and hair turning you around to see your beautiful reflection in the mirror.

"Wow.." you gape at the magic Moon had put into.

"I know right!" Moon agrees.

"Oo- I'm going to slip on my dress!" She exclaims happily as she rushes into her bathroom.

An hour went by and people were finally here, kids eating pizza in the corner, some drinking beer, and some already throwing up in the lawn.... 'pfttt lightweights' you giggle to yourself.

In the middle of your direction you seen Hawk and a group of his friends sitting around him, a red solo cup in his hands as his fierce eyes scan over the partying people. Only to be met with your beautiful shinning eyes.

His demeanor changes almost immediately, he was tired of putting up this act yeah. But he did not want to go back to the kid with the weird lip, so throwing this act away was a no at least for now.

His eyes sparkle with admiration as he scans your beautiful features, and your sparkling blue dress. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the slit in your dress which revealed your right thigh.

Just then Demetri walks over to you with a wave "hey Y/n, would you like to I don't know per say go for a swim?" He asks, beating around the bush.

Sparing a side glance at Hawk you notice his jaw clench as he squeezes his red solo cup causing whatever liquor that was held inside to drip down his hands and onto the floor.

Deciding what harm could do you nod "I'd love too" you reply as he leads you both to the pool outside, few people in the pool which confused you considering it seems like people always head for the pool first at party's.

Unzipping the side of your dress you reveal your white bikini that Moon had bought for you three days prior as a best friend-adversary gift along with a matching gold necklace.

You of course returned the gesture as this was your best friend were talking about, you fold the dress and put it under your towel so it wouldn't get wet.

Demetri had already started getting in the pool, sitting down as you got in slowly enjoying the cold water against your warm skin.

"You know Y/n, you look not the term I would use... but you look mighty fine" Demetri compliments causing you to giggle but roll your eyes playfully.

That is until you hear a cup hit the concrete ground next to you, "you just can't stay away from what's mine can you Demetri" Hawk interrupts.

You look up at him in shock, obviously it was just a compliment so why is he getting all worked up. I mean when people compliment Hawk you certainly try to start anything with them.

"Hawk, cool it" You say softly, not wanting to come off as rude.

"Oh so I'm supposed to 'cool it' while I watch Demetri flirt with you? H*ll no." He states bluntly as he starts walking closer to Demetri.

Deciding you didn't want to see one of your friends get beat today, you pull yourself out of the pool. Gently you grab hawk by his forearm, grab your towel and push him into the pool shed full of floats.

Roughly you slam his back against the wall causing a couple floats to fall off the wall "we need to talk" You state.

Hawk's breathing picks up at how close you both are, "no talking" he says sliding his hands onto your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles against your skin.

"Just kissing..." He mumbles before placing his lips upon yours, pulling your body closer into his causing him to get wet since you just got out of the pool.

You pull away leaving Eli with a hurt look as you push onto his chest pressing him against the wall firmer "we talk and sort things out then I give you what you want." You state firmly.

Slowly Hawk nods, giving you puppy eyes "Look Eli, I love you I really do. But I don't like watching you become someone who you used to hate, I don't want you to inflict pain mentally... and physically like others did to you" You exclaim softly, rubbing his cheek soothingly.

His jaw clenches before he soon relaxes "i understand Y/n, and I'm sorry I just didn't want to be the weird kid with the lip anymore..." He mumbles, slowly tearing up.

"Eli... baby, you were never the kid with the weird lip. I love you for you, not strength, muscles, or popularity but you. I loved your corny jokes-" You rest your arms around his neck "-I loved your shyness, I loved your battle scar baby... it's what makes you my Eli" You finish as a small tear falls down Eli's eye.

"Don't get me wrong, I love your confidence now and I love your hair but I didn't want you to get to wrapped up in it" You mumble softly.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I really am" Eli mumbles, digging his head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Don't be Eli, baby I understand what happened and I know why it happened but just know I always loved and always will love the real you" You say smiling as you lift his head up with your thumb.

You run your finger over the scar on his lip before placing a gentle, loving kiss upon the scar "this is beautiful Eli, don't be afraid to love who you are" You praise as Eli feels his heart warm up with love.

Eli reaches down and picks you up by your thighs before placing you on the little couch that laid in the room, he places his smooth lips on top of yours letting you feel his vulnerable state.

He tugs in the middle of your bikini asking for permission if he cold take it off but before you could respond someone busts into the shed causing you both to jump.

It was some horny couple making out and slamming each other against the walls removing clothing not even paying attention or noticing you two.

"Seriously?! Get out!" Eli yells, startling the couple causing them to rush out half naked.

You giggle as you rest on your elbows, sitting yourself up a little as Eli sits on his knees halfway straddling your thighs.

"You think this is funny huh?" He teases has he bends down leaving kisses on your neck.

"Yeah, I love the rush of being caught" You exclaim, catching Eli off guard.

"Oh really? We'll see about that"

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peachhcs · 3 years

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Love Languages Pt. 2

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Pt.2 to Luke asking you what Love Languages are

Warnings: talk of drinking and cheating but that’s it

Word Count: 1.6k

Here is part two that you all have been asking for! I deeply apologize for how long it took me to get this up, school is really kicking my butt. I have a bunch of people asking to be on my taglist and I’m currently in the works of making one so comment or reblog or something telling me you want to be on my taglist! Make sure you specifiy for my series or for small blurbs/oneshots like this or both!

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PART 1

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You didn’t mean to avoid Luke, it just kind of happened. Junior Year was no joke and it felt like every night and every weekend you had piles of homework to get done, so you sort of drifted from going to Julie’s house everyday. She didn’t mind, she understood just as much and kept you updated on how the band was doing. However, you still felt guilty for avoiding the boys. You were worried that Luke would think he scared you away by touching you, but you were feeling the exact opposite. You wanted to explore more and find out more but here you were, in your room at 12am trying to finish this nagging essay that was due in 8 hours.

You felt your eyelids growing heavy but you shook your head, trying to keep yourself awake. The 3 monster drinks on your nightstand said enough about how much you were trying to keep yourself awake. You had 2 paragraphs left but you knew you were at a losing battle with yourself. The way your eyes were just glazing over at this point and rereading the same sentence over and over was becoming a very evident indication that you needed sleep. Before you could even think about quitting for the night, there was a noise from the side of your room and a grunt. Your eyes quickly darted over to where the noise came from and there stood Luke with that magenta pull over that you really liked.

“Luke?” His eyes quickly darted over to you, clearly surprised to still see you awake.

“Y/n..hey..” He started and you pushed your laptop away to give him your full attention.

“What are you..doing here?..” You weren’t really sure why he was here and you felt a small bit of tension in the room from avoiding him for the past few weeks.

“I uh..came to see you..” His voice was small and you pushed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“At 12 in the morning?..” You knew ghosts didn’t really sleep but it was still a strange sight to see Luke in your bedroom this late at night.

“Yup..” He trails off and pushes his glance down to the floor. You raised your eyebrow, knowing he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. You two were still best friends after all, so you could read him like an open book.

“Luke, seriously. What are you doing here?” You ask trying to push an answer out of him. He finally meets your gaze again and you see his small expression on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

You blinked a few times at his bluntness. This time you were the one to avoid his gaze. You picked at your fingernails slightly, knowing Luke was watching you and waiting for an answer.

“I don't mean too.. School’s been tough and stuff.” You say cringing at how lame that sounded even though it was true. Luke stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide if you were lying to him or not. You avoided his eyes and kept your glance locked on the floor.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I overstep by touching you? I didn’t mean to scare you or anything..” Luke trails off and you frown. You quickly shake your head to tell him no.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been really swamped with homework..” You grimace to yourself for coming back to your really lame excuse. You watch as Luke steps a little closer, testing the waters. When you don’t object to him moving closer, he takes a slow seat on your bed beside you.

“You look tired..” He points out, gently reaching to touch your cheek. It warms both of your bodies as your skin makes contact. His hands were..warm..and comforting. You weren’t sure what you expected but it definitely wasn't this. Who knew ghosts were warm?

“I told you I’ve been swamped with homework.” You chuckle and this time Luke chuckles along with you. He gently pulls his hand away and folds them into his lap. You stare down at your feet for a few moments trying to figure out what to say next. This felt like completely new territory the two of you were exploring and by the energy and growing tension in the room; this was a little bit scary.

“Do you think you know..why we can..touch?” You ask hesitantly. Julie was filling you in here and there at school, but it wasn’t much and they didn’t seem to come up with anything as to why you had the “powers” too.

“No..it’s still all confusing. We think Julie’s mom has something to do with us being connected to Julie but we don’t know about you.” Luke says, side eyeing you and you weren’t sure if that was a hint for you to talk about your past or not.

You didn’t really open up about your past. No one had ever really asked so you never really talked. Julie knew a little bit, she knew that your mom and dad fought a lot and you didn’t like being at home that much, but that was about it. You didn’t talk about it further than that, so when you could feel Luke trying to dig into your past more, you shrugged.

“My parents don’t talk much about stuff. I don’t know.” You say, keeping it short and simple. Luke frowns a little at your answer, but he knows not to push so he doesn’t. The two of you sit in more silence beside one another. You picked at your finger nails while Luke’s eyes travelled around your room.

“I ran out on my mom. She didn’t believe in my dream and though dropping out of high school was the worst possible idea. We got into a fight and I ran out. That was the last time I saw her face to face. I died before I could make amends with her.” You glance at Luke, surprised at his openness. Even though you guys were best friends, talking about stuff like this was kind of off limits. The memory hurt too much so you never talked about at home, parent problems.

“Wow..I’m sorry. That must have been hard on both of you.” You admit and Luke nods.

“It was, but Julie helped me make amends with them last year.” Luke smiles a little and you smile too. You knew his little story was a play to get you to start talking so you took in a little breath.

“My dad cheated on my mom a few years ago with..a few other women. My mom keeps trying to make excuses for him to keep him around. They fight a lot because my dad doesn’t want to stay but my mom keeps pushing it. They’re both pretty heavy drinkers, too. It’s not a very good mix.” You explain. It felt weird to say it out loud, but it also felt nice to talk about it with someone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I can’t imagine how difficult that is.” Luke empathizes but you only shrug.

“It’s a good thing Julie let’s me come over so much. She’s been there for me for it all and I really love her for that.” You say, smiling at the thought of Julie’s friendship. You really couldn’t ask for a better best friend to get through it all.

“Yeah, Julie’s really great. She does it all.” Luke laughs and you nod in agreement. More silence fills in between you two but it was comfortable silence. This time you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder and he pulls his arm around you to bring you closer. You could feel the tension slowly fading away. Sometimes all it took was one meaningful conversation to break the barrier.

“Oh yeah, I saw these on my way over here and I thought you might like them.” Luke smiles and you watch as he digs into his pocket before pulling out a small bouquet of those pretty Aster flowers. You sit up a little, instantly recognizing them. They were your grandma’s favorite before she passed away when you were little.

“Asters?” You ask and Luke glances at you a little surprised.

“Is that what they’re called? They’re really pretty.” Luke smiles and hands them to you. You smile, smelling them and instantly getting that fresh scent of your grandma’s house.

“They are very pretty. Thank you.” You smile warmly and Luke smiles again.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. They just reminded me of you.” Luke says and you chuckle. That was something your grandma had said to you a lot.

“You should probably get going. It’s getting late and the boys are probably wondering where you are.” You chuckle, glancing at how much later it had gotten and you still had to wake up for school the next morning.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at Julie’s tomorrow?” Luke stands up and sends you a hopeful glance. You chuckle and nod a yes.

“Yeah, see you there, Patterson.” Luke smiles at your response. You watch as he hesitates to leave for a moment and you’re about to question him when in one quick motion he plants a kiss on your cheek before poofing out.

You sit there, a little stunned, before allowing a small blush to creep its way onto your cheeks. You got up to put your flowers in your little vase on your desk. It added a nice touch to your room. If Luke hadn’t come in to make you more alert, you would have missed it. On your desk by the vase was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Upon examining it further, it was one of the last notes your grandma had written to you before she passed away. You thought you had lost that somewhere in your numerous papers, but there it was, front and center on your desk.

I will be with you, today, tomorrow, and forever. You just have to look for the signs - Grandma

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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TLC

A/N: Sorry not sorry about the length.

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Pairing: Chubby! Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, a little angst, but so much fluff!

Word count: 1900ish

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The events of the snap had affected everyone. Some more severely than the others. Millions had lost families, some mourned the loss of those who sacrificed their lives in the battle, others simply dusted away into oblivion with no signs of returning.

Your ex demi-God boyfriend took it the hardest. His downfall had begun when he took the entire blame of failing to stop the Mad Titan during the battle of Wakanda. His family, his support system was lost long before but he’d still managed to look at the bright side. It was you that he held onto when the times were tough.

Thanos wiped out half of the population along with every last strand of hope Thor had left to believe in himself. After that, he had pushed everyone away, wallowed in self-pity no matter how much he denied and pretended he was just taking a break. He pushed you away too, now that there wasn’t a point to anything he thought it best to set you free, free from the pain he’d put you through over the years, free to lead your life without him.

There came a time when Thor had been down in the dumps, drinking & wasting his life away, you received a call from Brunnhilde from New Asgard, asking for help.

As heart-broken as you were, there was still a part of you that cared about Thor, the part that loved him without knowing his whereabouts before the call, the part that made your hopeless heart beat a little faster every time there was some news regarding your fellow Avengers, or a knock on your door. That part in you made you book a plane ticket to Norway in search of your Thunder God.

New Asgard was beautiful, brave Asgardians had rebuilt their lives after losing their home planet. Upon meeting Valkyrie, you learnt that there was a brawl in the local pub initiated by none other than the person who’d come looking for. The damage was severe given the reason for the fight. He’d been denied more alcohol that led to several tables being destroyed and the owner of the pub sporting several bruises to his face.

“He’s not our King, not anymore.”

“That man has lost his way, who wants that in a leader?”

The Asgardians held more anger towards their King that you’d ever known. You understood their side, you did but, you also knew what made him act the way he did. And you had made up your mind to fix it.

The walk to Thor’s cottage was short, the door was left ajar & your nostrils were filled with a stench of old beer and something vile as you entered.

The place was a mess to say the least, old take-out boxes strewn about, clothes and shoes that hid furniture pieces under them, the Stormbreaker resting against the fireplace. There was a groan from upstairs indicating the location of the Asgardian God.

“Are you here with my barrels?” He called out, speech slurred and muffled as it reached you.

“No actually I’m here to restore a former King who has lost his way.”

Your voice made him freeze, he hadn’t heard you in two years, a voice that once filled his heart with joy and love, and the face that once made him so happy. As you pushed the bedroom door open, you saw his eyes meet yours for a second before he turned away to stare out the window.

“Why are you here? I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”

It broke your heart to see his eyes not light up the way they used to upon seeing you, it pained you that he didn’t reach to pull you in his arms and spin you around like he used to.

“I think you do. The old Thor would be delighted to see me, he would make sure the world would melt away when he’d kiss me, the old Thor w—”

“The old Thor is dead. If you came looking for him, I’m sorry but he is long gone.” He replied harshly, still not facing you as he shoulders sagged and you heard him sniffle after some moments of silence.

You stepped closer and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder coaxing him to look at you. He moved but his eyes were downcast before you grabbed his face in your hands and were met with his mismatched eyes swimming with unshed tears, once well groomed face now a scruffy mess of overgrown beard and unkempt blonde locks.

“Don’t you ever tell me that the old Thor is dead. I know he’s still in there, he’s just hiding beneath this defensive, hurt, slightly sloppy exterior.”

He gave you a watery chuckle, before wiping his nose on the sleeve of his sweater. You took his hand and led him to the bathroom where you began filling water in the bathtub.

“I have missed you (Y/N).” Thor spoke as followed you back out where you removed your jacket.

“I know.” You nodded towards his bedside table that held a picture of you and him taken by Natasha back at the compound when you had fallen asleep on top of him after a mission on the couch. You remembered wondering who had stolen your copy after you thought you misplaced it years ago.

Thor remained clothed as the water filled the tub, eyes downcast again.

“I’m not how I used to be.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

Giving him a reassuring smile, you helped him undress, noticing how self-conscious this man got. You thought of something he’d done when you had your moments of insecurity back when you started dating the Avenger.

Closing the bathroom door, you undressed as well, revealing your curves, battle scars and everything Thor was once so familiar with and had made you believe just how beautiful you were. Now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“What are you doing? Y-you don’t have to—”

“I’m reminding you how secure and loved you made me feel when I was having trouble believing it for myself.”

“You have always been beautiful to me. You always will be.” He said with such surety, almost proudly as if there wasn’t a breakup that had left you both miserable.

You made Thor sit in the tub with his head leaned back for you to clean and he obliged, holding onto your hand the entire time in case he’d been dreaming this entire time & that you would vanish into thin air.

A soft kiss to his forehead later you began working your fingers through his hair, trying to get all the accumulated dirt out. It wasn’t long before Thor’s breath became uneven and he held back tears once more.

“Thor it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ve let you down. I’ve let everyone down. I failed at protecting everyone from him.”

“You didn’t fail Thor and you certainly didn’t let anyone down. You’ve lost more than any one of us can ever imagine, you were grieving. You are allowed to grieve. You know what this means. You’re just like the rest of us.”

“But I’m not supposed to be like the rest of you.” He sniffed, holding onto your arms as dry heaves racked his large frame.

“Everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be Thor. It’s okay to mourn, it’s not okay to let yourself be lost in that feeling forever. You lost all of your family but you kept fighting didn’t you? Well the fight’s not over just because he won. We fight everyday, some days harder than others, no matter how difficult it may seem because we owe it to the people we lost.”

You kept rubbing his back while he calmed down, pressing as many kisses to the side of head as you could given the awkward position you were in.

“You were my family (Y/N) and I pushed you away. You didn’t deserve it a-and I’m so so—”

“I don’t blame you, I never did. I still love you Thor, very much. Nothing will ever change that.” You smiled, touching your forehead to his.

“I love you too my beautiful dove.”

He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss a little different from the ones you were used to. He tasted of beer but it didn’t matter, it was still your beloved God of Thunder. The kiss turned hungry when his hands went to the back of your neck to pull you closer while the other went around your naked back, coaxing you into the tub.

Water splashed about and spilled over as you stepped in, straddling his lap before resuming, this time your tongue ran along his bristly lip, biting softly, relishing in the feeling of him again after such a long time.

Thor moved on to pepper your jaw and neck with hurried kisses while his hands roamed over your body, having missed feeling your skin against his, the way your body moulded perfectly against him. He had missed the way you shuddered as his teeth grazed the junction between your neck and shoulder, the way you moaned when he marked a spot there, claiming you as his. He missed the way your breasts felt against his palm, the way your nipples hardened under his touch.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Thor mumbled between wet kisses against your chest while you pushed his face closer with your hands, wanting to feel as much of him as possible against your skin, a loud gasp emitting from your lips when he rolled his tongue around your nipple before sucking.

Your hips slid against his crotch, desperate for more friction, his shaft rubbing against your folds earning a groan from Thor who suddenly moved your hips, angling you to hover over his erect cock before slowly letting you sink down on him.

The stretch stung a little given how long it had been, though your warmth welcomed him as you held him close, that familiar feeling of being one with Thor returning after a long gap. He buried his face in your neck, soft hands holding your back securely, leaving no space between your bodies as the only sound echoed in the room was of warm water lapping against the sides of the tub and your mingled breaths.

“My love...”

“I’m here.”

You rolled your hips slowly, savouring the feeling of him snug inside you before the need to chase your releases became vital and you both moved in tandem before your end washed over, leaving you writhing in pleasure in Thor’s arms while he held you. Your orgasm triggered his own as he grabbed your hips and began thrusting into you, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your system.

A few moments after returning to your senses, you realised the water had gone cold & it was time to get out before your skin started pruning but neither of you made any effort of doing so.

“Thank you love.”

“For what?”

“Saving me.”

“You would’ve done it for me.”

“We have to get out some time you know.” You chuckled, lazily drawing patterns on his soft back while he placed kisses repeatedly on your shoulder.

“I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

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snapefiction · 3 years

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Someone who appreciates me Pt. 1 - Snapefiction

A/N: Hey! Thank you to everyone who supports my writing. I just recently reached 200 Followers after not even full two Months of starting this Blog and I couldn't be happier that you enjoy my writing. In hopes that you'll like this one too! x

(I tried to use gender neutral Pronouns and Descriptions at first but sadly lost the track of it so it slipped back to a fem!Reader. I'm sorry, I am trying to learn and do better next time.)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Y/N, Severus Snape x fem!Reader

Setting: 3-4 Years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Mentions of Insults

Word count: 2871

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name, Y/W/A - Your wished Age, Y/B/M -Your Birthday Month

Someone who appreciates me - Pt. 1

,,Dear Professor, As you may know Minerva can be very consistent of certain things. One of these Certain Things seem to be the fact that we both are (if all my given Informations are correct) not currently in a relationship. I do not want to pressure you to read my letter or even answer it but i´d be very thankful if you’d at least let Minerva know about what your intentions are. Since a long time now- to be exact 7 Months and 3 days - she started to play my personal Matchmaker and I’m very sorry that you seem to be chosen by this fate that she gave us as well. So by Merlins Sake I’m going with her wish in hope Minerva may be Satisfied by it.

My Name is Y/N Y/L/N. I´ m currently working for the Ministry but will be switching to the St. -Mungos Hospital soon to continue to work as a Healer. I am Y/W/A years old and will be turning Y/W/A on Y/B/M. I live near the Diagon Alley. I despite the idea of introducing myself to someone else like I just did. It feels like I am exposing myself.

In my free time -which has gotten very rare over the years - I enjoy reading, drinking tea and going on walks. It’s not very much, actually it’s nothing, but it makes me happy. I’m a simple Woman.

Since this is the most awkward Thing I have done in a while i will end this letter down here. In hopes that you’re well and have a great day.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N”

Sighing he turned the Letter to look at the sealing. It must’ve sent directly from their workplace as they even used the official seal from the ministry itself for this use. He had to admit that he was lonely. Very indeed but Minerva was taking it too far by now. She tried to set him up a few times yet but he never really went with it. But now that she persuaded another Person to send him a letter directly to his workplace he was fed up. Pity grew in his stomach as he imagined what Minerva must’ve said about him to the other Person. She was always exaggerating about him, his past life and everything from the present. She mothered and did everything to fuss over him since he was a Student at Hogwarts himself and yes, he had to admit it, he liked it sometimes. Enjoying their annual Tea each Sunday it was alright having her as a Friend. Especially after the Dark Lord passed and he finally got rid of the pressure of hiding. But her well trained skill to brew a perfect tea won’t make up that she tried to play a constant matchmaker for him.

A deep Sigh left his throat as he sorted his Thoughts. Whatever he’d try to say would lead to a discussion about why she wants him to meet that Person so dearly. It was always a repeating scheme. Getting up from the wooden Chair which could need a replacement he took the letter in his one hand before heading to her chambers.

The Parchment burned in his Hands. Deciding on how he’d like to drop the bomb that he’d prefer to stay alone he kept walking faster. To be honest, he would never admit that towards Minerva nor anyone else and not even himself, he loved the idea of founding a family. He always imagined it as a great Joy since his own family was rather a decent disaster. But he knew what the Newspaper wrote about him after he survived, he knew what rumours go around at the Ministry, he knew how People still degraded him and how everyone secretly was checking twice if he wasn’t secretly still a death eater. He knew, felt and saw it everyday. So it just wasn’t meant to be for him to become the man he dreamt about in private. Maybe i should go back to Cokeworth, get a dog and dedicate my life to the science.

Before he could continue his daydream of vanishing from his current world he reached the door leading to Minerva´s private rooms. Knocking he already knew she was there because the heat from inside and the smell of tea already reached his nose.

After a few seconds he heard her mumbling and finally opening the shrieking door.

,,Severus, my dear. What is it?“ A warm smile formed on her face. He just tried to keep his cold face as he hoped it’d get him further in the argument that he tried to start to prove his point. Silently holding up the Parchment he pointed the wax seal directly towards her.

,,Is it from Y/N?" Her eyes shined brightly and she was already asking him inside as her hands took the letter and she moved her tall figure aside to let him in.

,,Of course it is." He mumbled while making his way over to his usual seat. Watching her reaction as she read the Letter he wished to vanish. It was simply embarrassing.

,,Oh, she can't be serious. I told her to tell you something about herself."

,,She did!" He pleaded.

,,No she didn't! She just talked about me. Oh! The two of you match perfectly. You both are very self conscious about what you are and what you deserve or in general on how to communicate." She went to the kitchen to get kettle.

,,You're just mad that we don't want to play along with your plans." Mumbling Severus knew that she heard every whisper.

,,No you're just mad that I told her about you." Rolling his eyes he watched her setting down the kettle and filling him a cup of tea.

,,I don't need a Relationship." Stating his Fact he hoped it could bury the Topic finally.

,,I know. But it wouldn't harm you as well." Taking a sip from the still brewing water tea mixture he wondered how she wasn't burning herself.

,,Can you just stop setting those things up?" Now it was her who rolled their eyes. ,,Only if you give it one first and one last try. Y/N is very kind."

,,Kindness isn't everything. Her Letter wasn't very tempting."

,,Merlin, if you start judging people over their Kindness I'll lose my mind. You aren't very charming yourself, you twit."

,,You call me a Twit?"

,,You're clearly a Twit."

,,Stinky Witch." Shrugging her shoulder she hid her smile behind her cup of tea before downing it almost completely. ,,One date and I'll stop for good."

,,Do you promise?"

,,I solemnly swear. If this won't work out then you might be a helpless case." Ignoring her spur he gave in. Again.

,,Fine." And so it came that he drank his tea and they chatted about something else. Their Friendship had their own charm. But before Severus could leave to go back to his own Rooms Minerva put the Parchment in his Hands and told him with a warm smile to write back.

It didn't work out like he planned. Actually it was the opposite. He wanted to burn the Letter and forget that it had happened but if it was the only way to get rid of any unwanted dates, matches etc. he would actually give it a chance. Unbelievable. He'd really write Y/N back.

Since it was almost midnight he decided that it was time to continue his paperwork. He couldn't fall asleep until three A.M. anyways if he was able to fall asleep in general. After answering a lot of Letters, correcting some Works and finally writing down what he had to get from his next visit at Diagonal Alley he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to his new acquaintance living there. Wasn't she repelled by his ruined reputation?

Rereading her Letter he was wondering what a type of person she was. How did she look like? What made Minerva think that they'd be a great Match? In his Mind he was starting to puzzle a picture of someone he'd expect to write to. Of what he'd expect someone nice to be and act like. To his surprise it wasn't anything close to Lily. Not at all. It was almost the completely opposite. Bewildered he laid down his feather. He almost hasn't noticed how he started to mindlessly write all the attributes down that he was hoping to find in Y/N.

Nice but not foolish. Intelligence. A dry sense of humor. Challenging. Special. Complementary. Appreciative. Pretty Eyes. A soothing voice. Someone who appreciates work. Someone who appreciates me?

Eyeing the Clock he noticed that it was already past 4 am. Again he was completely loosing his track of time. Packed by the idea of finding something of those attributes in her he grabbed a paper and his feather.

His enthusiasm quickly faded. What was he supposed to say? What did she knew about him? His wide eyes and his raised eyebrows scaled down a bit. This grew to be more complicated than he anticipated.

,,Y/N, I'm sorry that Minerva grew this Mania about you as well. I have known her for a long time by now and can confirm to you that despite all her promises she won't stop setting things up. It seems like it became one of her dearest ways of passing time.

Not knowing of what she has told you about my person I will just start formally.

My Name is Severus Snape. Currently I am still preoccupied as the head of house of Slytherin at Hogwarts. And due to latest events I won't return to teaching soon or anytime again. Most of my time I look out to keep myself busy with science studies, working and reading.

To be completely honest, I promised Minerva to write back as she promised me in return to stop setting any acquaintance with me. Also I feel uncomfortable introducing myself as well. I prefer Meetings.

Yours faithfully Severus Snape"

After his eyes read the letter multiple times he finally got himself to seal it. Watching the wax cool down he noticed how much he hoped that she could at least fulfil on of the attributes he was looking for. Hope? Don't make a fool out of yourself. She will probably loose her interest soon.

But she didn't. He sent his Letter around 4:50 am and already at 8am after he slept 2 full hours she sent her response. Not truly believing his eyes that Y/N was answering and not someone who would want to mess with him he quickly opened it. This Time the Seal was a different one. One that contained her Initials.

,,Dear Severus, Taking it from your response I anticipate that we are on first name base now? If that's so completely fine with that.

Reading your Letter I had to laugh. Minerva is simply one of a Kind and somehow I feel very reliefed that you're as uncomfortable as I am.

Maybe that's a great opportunity to admit that I already know a lot about you. Minerva is very chatty and as you probably already are aware of your Name is very well known and greatly appreciated. And by that I don't mean that that's the Reason why I decided to write you but I mean that I'm impressed by you. I actually chose to follow Minerva's will to contact you because she introduced you as a very kind, intelligent and somewhat funny Man. And despite the fact that I am happy by being alone I can't deny that the idea of meeting someone like you was interesting me. Someone who Minerva introduced as a great Friend. This may sound cheesy but you deserved to get known to my intentions.

You mentioned that you prefer Meetings. What about a Meeting at the Three Broomsticks? I bet you know a lot funny stories about Minerva which I'm not aware of yet. Name a Time and Day and I'll be there. And if it makes you more comfortable- you can decide if it's as friends or if you want to call it a date. As I already said I'm mainly interested in getting known to you.

I hope you'll have a successful Morning and i'm expecting your Owl.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N"

That wasn't like anything he expected. She wasn't disgusted by everything he did? She wanted to meet him? He thought that she'd politely decline and he'd get rid of all the fuss but she actually sounded nice. Should he give in?

Some time has passed since he received her letter. To be exact four days and nights. Severus told himself that he had gotten busy in hopes this could ease his guilty Feelings. But Minervas Questions wouldn’t stop and he had to make the decision he was shoving back for too long. He just wanted to end that Matchmaking Service and now it had gotten him to the point where he was too nervous to answer a simple letter after the Person openly admitted their interest in him.

Hoping for someone to take the Decision which now laid heavy on his shoulders he wandered around the corridors. His duties for the day have been already done by now and he was just looking for a task to get his mind of the Woman’s Name. He was too nervous to answer, way to nervous. It was nice to get known to someone, yes. But it was too early for him. He hasn’t recovered yet and still felt hurt from his past. Who could blame him? No one. Right? Slowly he started to feel better. Like it was a great opportunity to back off and make this another awkward Memory he had in one of his many brain cells. He won’t answer her. That’s it.

Feeling some Weight flowing off his shoulders he reached his Chambers. He should at least answer Harry. Since he had graduated two and a half years ago he still checked up on him. It simply was his promised duty to do so. Thinking of Questions to ask Harry about his new Life as a Auror and about his Girlfriends Ginny Weaslys as a Professional Quidditch Player he grabbed some Parchment and took his Feather. Dipping it into the small ink Pot he had to notice it was empty. Annoyed he took the List he had put in his drawer in his hands. Diagon Alley, was written on it. Tea, Ink, a new Book and some Parchment.

,,Dunderhead.“ He called himself as he again rolled his eyes. He had forgot to get his supplies. That one Task had slipped off his mind. Annoyed and grumpy as always he gritted his teeth while grabbing his Coat and using his Cabin to reach named Diagon Alley. Slighty coughing he scrunched his nose. As Years have passed he grew to hate using Floo Power.

Diagon Alley was shining. Lights from every Window invited Passengers into their Shops. But Severus wasn’t the Man to just go shopping and buying random Things. He was organised. So Organised that a simple Woman who showed slight interest in him could get him off his tracks. Ironic. He worked Years as a spy and now a simple Letter did this to him.

His Feet lead his set route to the Shop where he got the Parchment and some ink and afterwards to the Teashop. The last station was the Book Shop. It was the only stage where he was spending an unknown amount of time each time he got there. Words always had a big impact on him. Of course Actions were important too but it are words who seduce him easily.

That’s why he was carrying his now heavy bag through the huge aisles of Books trying to find a new object of Desire. He was very fond of almost every Herbalism, Potion and Healing Book so it had to be something new. His Position as Head of house was boring him. He needed something to do. So he decided to focus his energy on Books and as already mentioned Science.

Opening a smaragd green book he followed some lines about Muggles. Even though he never found himself very intertwined in this Topic he gave it a chance. The fact of how well written and even advanced it was was interesting him. Putting it in his little Basket he continued to decipher the Book Titles. Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming. Taking it in his Hands he way eyeing it closely.

,,I hope you aren’t expecting anything bad, Professor Snape. That's a dangerous Book.“ Caught he quickly looked to his side. A young Woman was smiling nervously at him. Confused he tried to remember her. Was she a Student? A former Death eater? Merlin, no. She was too young to be a death eater.

,,Y/N.“ Her cheeks blushed now and she lowered her glance shortly. ,,Y/N Y/L/N. I thought it might be not very polite if I wouldn’t even say hello since we somehow know each other.“ Getting lost in her eyes he quickly forgot his Plan on to stop thinking about her and not writing her back.

to be continued. last update 30.jan.21

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changkyunswifey · 3 years

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bittersweet l lee jooheon

wc: ~1.5k (i got a bit carried away -)

request: hello, I love your writings, they are like a cosy blanket and help me to ease my anxious mind; can I request something fluff with Jooheon, like when he helps you with your messy thoughts and anxiety (or something like that)? (I’m a sucker for this man.) Thank you and know that there are people who love your stories <3 take care of yourself <3

genre: lots lots of angst at first but covered up by lots lots of fluff at the end

pairing: jooheon x gn!reader

contains: nothing jooheon always having your back no matter what (and a bit of alcohol -)

a/n: so first of all thank you so so much for this request!! i made it angsty in the beginning but i hope it’s okay with you :( thank you for liking my work, i’m happy it helps you with your anxious feelings, i really hope you take care of yourself too <3

Since Jooheon last spent the night at your place two weeks ago, you didn't meet up even though you two texted you couldn't help but think something was wrong.

So that's why you were out so late in the busy streets of Seoul.

It felt like the street was screaming all around you, some people were going in and out of bars, some of them were leaving work from a long day while the other just wanted to find some party to crash.

Looking around you could really pass for a tourist who lost themselves looking for their hotel, but you were none of that, you just wanted to walk until your legs would feel to weak to keep going. You needed to go somewhere, anywhere.

You continued walking through the noise, looking around you, observing people, smelling the scent of food, alcohol and smoke mixed together invading your senses.

You stopped at a convenient store to buy a small bottle of whatever alcohol they had and your favorite snack and started walking again.

Your expression was blank, your gaze livid, your bottom lip trembled at the contact of the cold air, your hand squeezing the bottle in your left hand almost as if it was going to disappear if you were not holding it tight enough, your mind was filled of thoughts, anger, sadness, regrets.

You were walking along the side of a bridge, the cloudly sky above your head subtly warning you of the upcoming rain, your pace was slow, from the outside it almost seemed like walking was painful for you, but was it really ?

Every time you took a new step, your feet were feeling heavier but you kept going, not caring about the pain you were feeling.

Your bottle hasn't been opened yet, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, turning toward the view you were getting from the city on the bridge.

You opened your eyes, looking at the lights coming from the city that was now far from you, you could still slightly hear the noise escaping from it mixing with the sound of the water underneath the bridge and some cars passing by behind you.

You took your phone out from your back pocket to plugged your earphones and listen to some music, finally opening your bottle to take a sip.

Wind was brushing against your face as strands of hair were coming in your view, your fingers and cheeks turned red from the cold air, you pushed your hair aside of your face and drank a bit more, hands laying on the safety barrier of the bridge and freezing from the contact with the cold metal.

Small drops of rain were falling on your face, blending with the tears that were now escaping your eyes.

It started to pour really hard but you didn't care.

You just stayed there, looking far away, sipping some of your drink every now and then with your music at full blast.

You didn't know why you came here in the first place, you couldn't even remember why you left your apartment earlier.

But there you were, crying under the cold rain, blood filled with alcohol, mind full of problems, eyes glued to the horizon, hands shaking on the barrer, your legs feeling like jelly as your knees were giving up, not able to support your numb body anymore.

You cried silently, holding back a scream you wish you could let out. You had so much to let go, so many insecurities, so many fears. You were so scared and lonely. So deeply lonely.

After a few minutes, the rain started to calm down as you dried your tears with your sleeves, you were exhausted and the only thing you wanted to do was sleeping.

You didn't feel like walking back home so you grabbed your phone to call a taxi but when you looked at you screen you saw that you received a message 15 minutes ago and one or two missing calls, it was him.

‘Hi, honey

I don’t know where you are and I hope you’re safe right now, I came at your place right as the rain started to pour because I wanted us to have a cosy movie night. Please call me when you get this.

I love you’

You locked your phone as your tears were leaving a bitter taste on your lips again.

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About 20 minutes after you’ve read his text, you finally got home. As you opened the door a really smiley Jooheon came up to your, who’s smile quickly faded away as he took in your appearance.

Your hair was wet, your clothes drenched, your eyes red and puffy and you just looked unwell. Worry started to bubble in his chest. He dropped everything he had in mind and rushed to hug you close to him, not caring about getting wet from your clothes.

“I got you honey, I’m right here okay? You’re not alone in this, not anymore. I’m with you and I’m not going anywhere.” he said softly, gently caressing your hair before pulling away the slightest bit to place a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s get you changed again? How about a warm shower and a hot chocolate? Does it sound good?”, after a small nod from you, Jooheon helped you out of your clothes, put them in your dryer, got you some pajamas ready in the bathroom and made you some hot chocolate while you showered.

When you got out of the bathroom in the warm comfy clothes Jooheon got ready for you - including one of his hoodie which smell exactly like him, a smell that you affectionate so much because it felt so much more like home -, you walked to your living room where you were welcomed by the scent of warm hot chocolate, the sight of comfortable blankets laying on the couch and the wonderful comforting smile of your dear boyfriend.

He gestured you to come over on the couch, which you did, taking your cup of hot cocoa in your hands before blowing some air on it.

“Y/N..” he started carefully to make you look up at him with a questioning look. He carried on “What happened? You know you can talk to me, right? Please baby talk to me..” he had a pleading look plastered on his face, you had no idea how helpless he felt seeing you like this and not knowing what was bothering, it felt like hell to him, like his worst nightmare was becoming true.

“It’s just.. It’s just life being hard on me I guess?” he gave you a look that said “it’s okay, keep going” as he placed his hand on your knee and rubbed his thumb softly on the material of your sweats, he made you feel warm inside, he made you feel so safe without even saying anything and just by being here he was working wonders, with his unspoken encouragements you spilled everything that was putting any sort of weight on your shoulders - and you heart - and he listened carefully to every single word, waiting for you to finish.

When you were done he took a minute to think, organizing his thoughts, thinking about the right things to say and after what felt like an eternity he finally broke the silence :

“Listen, I know sometimes life can be really hard on us but it’s just an obstacle you have to overcome, it’s not a phase because it’s not going to go away on its own with time, you’re going to have to work to get through it and it is for sure going to be painful but you’re not alone in all of this and you will end up stronger than you were, ready to fight any other obstacles coming on your way to happiness. I know someday it feels helpless, there are some mornings you wish you could stay in bed all day and avoid all the potential problems you could possibly encounter but unfortunately that is not how it works. Unfortunately we have to get up everyday and fight the day. And it’s okay to lose a fight every now and then but it doesn’t mean you’ve lost your battle. It’s okay to fail, it’s okay to feel unsure, it’s okay to feel sad and anxious but you’re allowed to let go of that pressure you’re feeling, I want to help you carry some of the weight you have to carry everyday, I want to be there for you anytime you need me but for it to happen you have to talk to me like you did tonight, okay baby?”

His words made you tear up, you were so lucky to have him in your life, you felt so grateful for him as his words find their way directly to your heart, a few tears rolling down your now hot cheeks, you smiled at him.

“I love you so much Lee Jooheon, I love you so damn much” you said.

“And I love you even more Y/LN Y/N” he said as he placed a gentle kiss full of all his love for you on your lips.

The soft of his lips contrasting with the salty taste of your tears, creating the most perfect bittersweet taste you could imagine.

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bellasweetwriting · 4 years

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Memories

Jess Mariano x f.Reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

requests: “omg please please PLEASE do a jess mariano x reader with the enemies to lovers prompt that says “ive accepted my feelings now accept yours” i can’t remember the number lol but hope that helps!” -- holiwould

“ okay bet. jess mariano x reader except the reader feels like jess is kinda slipping out of control and away from her and she can’t keep fixing his mistakes and they maybe break up or something? idk ab the ending that up to you ” - holiwould

note: this is a mix between the two requests, the song Miss You by Louis Tomlinson, and When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. If you haven’t heard them listen to them while you read

warnings: yelling, some trauma, most angst, kissing

word count: 2,3k

He was staring at your picture. Your hair was a little bit shorter than it is now. You were wearing this wine tone of lipstick that the employee of Sephora recommended to you. He remembered that time you kissed his cheek as he said goodbye just for him to walk six blocks with your lips marked on his face,

Damn, he missed you.

He missed your laughter, your suggestions for movie nights that always involved either Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling. So much you loved them, and he knew that; he was jealous of them even.

Could he drink his memories away? Damn it, he needed to erase you from his thoughts. Everything reminded him of you. Every song on the radio was about you.

His pride, his ego, his arrogance, caused you to walk away from him the moment he needed you the most.

"Jess!" You exclaimed as he lifted you up and threw you to the pool, jumping next. "Why did you do that?"

You were both staying at Jess's friend's house after a celebration party for your new book, which was just published. You and Jess went outside to the backyard and walked around the swimming pool when he decided it would be funny to throw you to the water.

After seeing you battle to get to the surface, he jumped too, holding his laughter until his head was above the water, staring at you with a big cocky smile.

You threw water and him while you took off your favorite shirt since you didn't want the chemicals of the pool to ruin it. You left it by the side of the swimming pool where just a few seconds ago you were standing unaware that you would end up in the water.

Jess glanced at you, not being able to ignore that your shirt was gone and your bra was visible. He smiled foolishly, not being able to help it.

"Stop looking at me, you horn dog," you exclaimed laughing, as you splashed him, Jess tossing water back at you. "Was this your master plan? To throw me to the pool in the middle of the night and froze me to death just to see my underwear?" He laughed even louder, and you couldn't help to join him, letting out a giggle. "You have no game, Mariano."

"You look just so darn cute when you are mad, Y/N," he said with that tone of his. His deep voice stumbled in your brain as you sat down on the edge of the swimming pool. He swam quickly in your direction, impulsing himself out of the water and sitting next to her. "Did the cold pass?"

"No, I'm just trying a new blue tone in my lips. Does it suit me?" You sarcastically asked as he stretched his arm and grabbed his jean jacket, covering your shoulders with it. "Oh, what a gentleman. Is this your new move, because I'm falling for it. I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby." Jess chuckled as you simply rolled your eyes, putting on Jess's jacket correctly. "Aren't you cold, Cry-Baby Walker?"

"I've been worst. Those cold nights in New York City, only covered by a blanket and the constant screaming of the adults in the room at the end of the hall, were the coldest nights and roughest nights," he murmured before looking at you. You were shooked as you listened to him, but soonly upset when he started laughing. "You sometimes say a joke and never know if it is trauma until you see the look on people's faces."

"Asshole," you mumbled.

"Pretty," he replied, making you look at him. He slowly leaned in until he was close to your lips before whispering next to them, "I know a way to warm up." And with that, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your wet hair, instantly warming you up.

"Hey, Jess!" Yelled some guy, grabbing the guy's attention.

Suddenly, he wasn't at that swimming pool anymore. He was at the bar again, filled with these stupid friends he made in this new city. If you saw him right now, you wouldn't even recognize him.

He was wearing a leather jacket and some old jeans, with an edition of The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand on his pocket, a book he wasn't able to finish yet. He had in his hands your photograph next to that old vintage restaurant three blocks away from where you work. You described it as that colorful coffee shop with strawberry smoothies and a cute place to read a book or spend time with people you care about.

"Mariano," his friend called him again, appearing with two glasses of beer and sitting next to the writer. "What are you doing crying over here? We are having a party in your honor, man. It is not an everyday thing that your books get a review on the Washington Post, and make it to the Best-Sellers list. What's up with you?"

"Today is her birthday." His friend looked at him, confused. The clock had just marked midnight. "It's her birthday, and I'm in fucking New York City, getting drunk with people I met three weeks ago and staring at a picture that was taken a year ago."

No matter what this strange guy that he calls friend just to lie at himself to hide that he is, in reality, alone would say. He missed you.

"Don't make so much noise, Mariano!" You yelled at him in a whisper, both of you watching their steps as they enter his apartment. "Your neighbors are trying to sleep."

"I feel so sorry for them already," was the reply you got from Jess as he closed the door behind him and started kissing you, leading your way to the couch. "Who could say that I would be making out little Y/N someday?"

"Did you just call me «little Y/N»?" You questioned, laughing between kisses. "Hey, so I was thinking..."

"Think, no talk," he interrupted you as both of you sat on the couch.

"Wait, it is important," you said again, making him give up and listen to you. "Ok, so tomorrow, as you know, is my birthday..."

"What?" Jess exclaimed. "You never told me it was your birthday tomorrow! Now, I'll have to cancel my plans. Wait a sec..."

You looked at him, confused. Plans?

"Jess, I told you tomorrow was my birthday, like five times. With whom did you make plans tomorrow?"

"Wel, Jack, Fred, and Gabs. We were going out to the movies or some. Let me call Fred and tell him."

"Gabs as in Gabriella? Your ex?" He nodded. "You could've told me."

"Why? She's ancient history, and you aren't my girlfriend."

You quickly stood up, making him look over his cellphone to you. You didn't look happy, you seemed really upset.

"What are we doing here, Jess?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how long have we been hooking up? A month? Six weeks?" He knew where this was going. "At what are we playing here?"

"I don't know. You want to be something serious, I don't understand."

"That is precisely the thing I'm talking about, Jess. You never know anything. You never communicate! You have no idea how to express yourself or even how to treat a person that cares about you."

Jess sighed.

"What do you want from me, Y/N, huh?"

"I want you to care for someone at least once, Jess! I want you to remember things like my birthday or my favorite things or the way I like my coffee because you want to remember; because you care about me. We aren't teenagers anymore, Jess! You are grown enough to know that relationships are built by communication."

The writer quickly stood up, ready to discuss.

"I care about you, Y/N!"

"No, you don't..." she whispered. "You can't even admit that you like me. That what you feel for me is more than making out because of boredom." He looked over to the big window with the view of Philadelphia. "Your birthday is on March 9th. You tend to forget to carry a pencil with you, and surprisingly, you are always in need of one, so I always carry one in my bag. When you meet someone, you stay extremely quiet while they talk and don't even say goodbye to them when you leave, and I've always told you that that is extremely rude, but you don't listen, you change the subject."

His eyes met yours, and he noticed the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes.

"You like french toasts," you continued, "but not with your coffee, so I always serve you orange juice when I make them for breakfast. Your eyes shine every time your uncle calls to tell you that he is doing fine because even if you don't admit it, you love him and appreciate him so much. And I remember all of those little details because I care about you, Jess. Hell, call me idiotic and girl for even thinking that maybe... I'm in love with you. But I'm worth more than this, Jess, I am. And if you can't see it, then it is no my problem. I am done trying just to release I am doing it alone. I've accepted my feelings, now accept yours. Bye, Jess."

And with that, you left.

"Then what are you doing here?" The guy asked Jess, dragging him away from his memories.

"What do you mean?" Jess asked.

"You are clearly not over this chick, you don't want to be in this party even though it is kinda in your honor, and it's her birthday. So, just leave. Go get her.

"How would I be certain she'll receive me with open arms?"

"You don't, man, that's the thing about love: you never know what is going to happen until you take the leap of faith."

He was right. He has always been scared of making the big jump. He has always been insecure about if anyone is going to be waiting to catch him. He couldn't keep making the same mistake over and over, he had to accept his feelings.

"I'm gonna go now. Thanks for the party, man."

Jess Mariano has never been more sure about something that what he was about to do. It was absurd. He was going to drive for an hour and a half in the middle of the night to Philadelphia. Yeah, sounded insane, but everything was about taking that leap of faith he was always scared to make.

But as soon as he hit the road, the doubts and questions hit his head like a train. What was he going to do? How would it end?

He was a writer. Every time he had an idea, the next thing that he knew was how it was going to end. You can't write a story without knowing the ending. But apparently, that was the only way of living it.

While he was driving to Philadelphia, you were sitting on your kitchen island, staring at that red velvet cupcake that held your single birthday candle. You were all alone, the same way you were your last birthday. You couldn't believe a year has passed since the last time you saw him.

You read that his book made the best-sellers list of the week. As soon as you read his name, the memories came back, as they have never left, they were just hiding inside a locked box waiting to come out.

Jess Mariano messed with your life in a way you could have never imagined. You were in love with him, and he never prooved you, he felt the same way with you. Jess wasn't even slipping away from you, you knew Jess always had a footstep out of the door, and you tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. Once he was in your life, he was in your life forever.

You blew the little candle, ate your cupcake, and went to sleep, not knowing that two hours later, you'll wake up by the sound of the doorbell. Who could be at two am in the morning? Your friends were going to come to prepare you breakfast, but a seven-hours head start was too much, even for them.

"What's going on?" You sleepily asked as you opened the door, looking at Jess standing there. "Mariano? What are you doing here?"

"Your headaches are provoked by strong smells. You ran away from home at 18, but I've seen you call your parents from now and then to check on them. Your eyes light up at the mention of sugar. You have this Victoria Secret perfume that you stole from your aunt, and you never used it, you just like to spray it on the air and inhale it, because she smelled like that and you miss her. You used to be addicted to gum, so much that your mom had prohibited you from ever buying it. You love watching people renovate their houses on HGTV, and you make plans on how you are going to remodel your place. You love strawberries covered in chocolate, and you cry at the movies. And I remember all of these, even if it has been a year because I care about you, Y/N. And I couldn't say it back then because I was scared, but now I'm not. Now, I am the guy for you. I know how much you are worth it, I knew since the day I met you." He took a deep breath. "Please, Y/N, let me prove it to you that I can be the guy you need."

What would you say if Jess Mariano was standing in your doorstep, begging for a second chance? I'm honestly asking.

#gilmore girls #fanfiction #y/n #angst #slow burn #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #literati #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #pov #fic #imagine #writing prompt

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sweetestlamb · 4 years

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Sometimes Goodbye’s a Second Chance

Summary: Gang-tae and Mun-yeong talk.

Author's note: Here it is the final chapter of Stronger, for those of you who were waiting I hope you enjoy this chapter and enjoyed this journey. The series was honestly one of my favorite despite its shortness, I enjoyed letting MY express her anger and frustration and letting GT address them instead of gaslighting and never apologizing directly. There’s so much more I could have written but I think this was the ending I wanted, I won’t say too much but thank you for joining me on this journey. My IOTNBO fics might start to dwindle as a I explore new shows and fandoms but this was my first and they will always have a special place in my heart. All my fics are like my babies. I think about them all the time and how I could continue, if I find time I will update one of my other stories. Stay tuned and thank your for your support!

With a poignant pause at the sliding door, Mun-yeong contemplates evading this conversation once more and closing Gang-tae out again, not out of any maliciousness or desire for revenge but simply because she's terrified.

She hadn't been knowingly bluffing when she told him to leave but the pain she'd felt when she'd come out to find him gone had been immediate- her heart had plummeted faster than even their moment at the beach. The very catalyst for all of this. But after pushing him away and taking time to figure out what she wanted, it had still been that broken man with the unforgettable eyes. He wasn't perfect and he was adept at striking her with dagger sharp words but he was just as astute at soothing her and bringing light into her eyes.

At the end of her soul searching, all signs pointed back to the one thing she had been running from.

Whilst running away from him and everything being with him entailed she'd realized her true feelings for him and they are deeper than want, desire, or like. Despite lacking it almost her whole life somehow this stunted man had awoken something in her heart that had been locked away for years.

"Come in." She hears herself beckon, stepping aside to let in a cautious Gang-tae who moves carefully as if he's scared to spook her. It's too late his mere presence is doing that.

He sits on the floor, placing a moderate distance between them but facing her head on. For once he's not running, not being a coward and honestly it unnerves her; his eyes are unwavering as he stares back at her.

Taking a deep steadying breath she collects her thoughts and considers this conversation they need to have, uncertainty making her stomach coil into knots.

"CanIstart?" Gang-tae stutters out in one breath, and she stills in shock before simply nodding, shaking hands clasped in her lap.

Now it's his turn for a deep breath. She can almost see his lungs expanding and collapsing through his chest.

He's nervous too.

That thought eases some of her jitters.

The sounds of nature permeate the silence that lingers between them, twin bird calls cutting through the air, she wonders if the lone bird found a companion and if the creature had been lonely before.

"While you were gone I got a chance to think too."

Quite an ominous start to this conversation and she vaguely wonders if he came all this way to break up with her, thinking it kinder to sever their bond face to face. She can't promise that she will remain pinned if that is his intention.

As a precaution she straightens up, preparing for the worst. Life has always been an unfair battle for her after all why should this be any different?

"I missed you everyday."

Oh.

Her heart, the traitor perks up instantly thundering away despite her brain trying to calm it with reminders of how much he's hurt her in the past, her reckless heart doesn't care growing wings and taking flight.

"Everything reminded me of you, the rain, books, bright colors, I couldn't even use a knife without thinking of you." A fond smile creeps onto his face and she feels an answering smirk threatening to spread on her own lips.

He's definitely not the repressed unflinching Gang-tae she'd meet so long ago. She will happily take some credit for that.

"Mun-yeong, I didn't mean any of those things I said on the beach. I know I can't take it back and I'll have to prove myself to you everyday, but I want the chance. I want you to give me another chance to show you that I can be better, I can be the man you need. Please."

It's so gravely different from the Gang-tae who sat across from her at the dining room table, expectant and entitled, no apologies in sight as he asked her to stay by his side despite leaving her side when she begged him not to.

She'd given him her worst, lashed out and hurt him purposely, she now understands this was petty and love shouldn't hurt but she deserved some comeuppance she'd been the bigger person with him several times and her only reward had been him throwing her aside like something expendable.

So she has no regrets but she can't deny the happiness that bubbles up.

Finally he understands. The weight on her shoulder lightens as she stares back before a wary smile spreads across her face.

She'd missed him so much.

"I missed you so much." It takes a minute to recognize that he spoke those words and her thoughts are not audible for all to hear.

She's not quite ready to be that vulnerable with him, yet.

But she preens at the words, letting the words wrap around her bruised heart like a bandage.

"I'm not ready to go back yet. I'm going to stay here, I promise I'll come back tomorrow though. I'll come back to you."

Not a concrete answer to his plea but the warmth that fills his eyes let's her know that he's received her message loud and clear: I'll give you another chance.

"You can go back before me, I'm sure Sang-tae is waiting for you. " She means it, she no longer views him as competition for Gang-tae's affection, he cares for them in different ways and she similarly cares for both brothers in different ways.

Love has various hues and nuances.

He huffs climbing to his feet before walking over to her and extending a hand, "Where would I go? You're here so I'm staying. Do you want to go for a walk?"

She was offered a multi-dollar deal when she was just 21 for her first best selling book and even that offer pales in comparison right now. He has fundamentally changed her mind about so many things, including the purpose of taking walks.

Grabbing hold of his large warm palm, she allows him to pull her up.

"Yes. I want to go with you."

They take a leisurely stroll around the area, avoiding puddles that flood the dirt paths. He brings her to the field where he plucked those wildflowers for her, choosing a single flower to carefully place in her hair.

She can't control the shy blush that burns on her cheeks as he whispers that she looks pretty. Under his watchful eyes, she feels like a work of art. During their walk his eyes never stray too far, as if he's scared she might disappear.

She squeezes his hands in reassurance.

When they wonder back to the guest house the skies are dark inky blue and the moon glows brightly, a beacon that guides their way.

A tray filled with drinks and snacks greets them, déjà vu making a surprise appearance.

"We can bring it in the room, my feet hurt I want to take a bath."

Gang-tae quickly moves to lift the tray at her words and she nods at him before entering the room and collecting her sleep clothes before wondering off to take a well needed bath.

Minutes later, she returns feeling freer and squeaky clean, the warm water doing wonders for her sore feet. Stubborn drops of water drip from her short mane soaking the collar of her satin white sleep dress, it brushes against her knees as she walks.

Sliding the door open she softly enters the room question on her tongue, "Do you want to have a drink? I think we both deserve one."

She wanders around the room unfolding her bedding and then finding a brush in her bag before sitting to detangle her hair. Humming softly to herself, a nameless tune.

Moments later she realized that Gang-tae never responded to her question, after a final downward stroke she peers at him over a barely covered shoulder.

"Hmm?.."

He is staring at her. Penetrating through her more like, his dark eyes sweeping from her face down to her body and then back up, marginally. Too low to reach her eyes, licking his own lips slowly before he realizes what he's doing.

A loud cough expels from his throat as he shifts looking away resolutely. Nervous twitches as he twists his hands in his lap.

But as if uncontrollable his eyes meander back to her, devouring her face. Now she knows for a fact he's staring at her lips. As if they are a four course meal.

Finding her lips dry she soaks them with a wet swipe before crawling cover to the tray, her dress drapes teasingly under her chest, material clinging to the soft mounds of her chest, she shivers at the breeze that caresses her naked chest, opting for nothing underneath the thin dress.

His gulp is deafening in the dead quiet of the room.

Ignoring him, she pours herself a drink careful not to splash any of the deep red liquid to on her dress.

Leaning back she swallows the saccharine beverage, savoring each drop as it slides down her throat.

"Don't you want some?"

His eyes are locked on her mouth and she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to capture some stray liquid. He groans. She releases it empathetically.

She pours him a cup, handing it over to him.

His fingers brush against her hand and the static crackles between them at the first touch.

He grabs the cup and she begins to retract her hand but his grip is too quick and too firm.

He clamps down on her wrist, gentle but sure.

Eyes glittering in the hushed darkness he simply holds her.

Before he tugs, a single strong tug that sends her crashing into the wall that is his chest. She releases a puff of surprise that lands squarely on his neck. His arms wrap around her waist as she settles comfortably against him.

She takes a shuttering breath before gazing up at him, he'd been waiting for her eyes already locked on her face.

"What are you trying to do to me?" He groans out long and suffering, she accidentally squirms brushing into the growing hardness, rigid line pressing against her thigh.

"You were so controlled last time. I didn't do anything this time, why are you losing control?" She taunts him, not a big enough person not to mention his ironclad control and rejection the last time they'd been here.

"We're different now. I know what I want. I want you."

Oh how long had she waited to hear those words? It feels like coming home after a long journey.

She melts into his hold at his proclamation. Freely giving herself to him. Happy to be the one wanted this time.

Her want for him is always thrumming under her skin, its exhilarating to see his want so openly on his face as he surveys her body and hardens from simply looking at her. She feels powerful.

He swiftly grabs her shoulders as he throws her onto the mat, catching her wrists in this hands and peering down at her. Sweeping her off her feet, before he kisses the wine off her lips. She gets drunk on his flavor, lost in the swipes of their tongue and his hands pushing under her dress to clutch at naked skin.

As they surrender to their bodily desires, clothes torn and swept away, hands roaming and stroking, joining together in passionate waves she feels his love as he thrusts into her breaking her apart only to haphazardly stuff her back together. Her skin tingles as he caresses her, fingers plucking at taut nipples and tongue exploring her wet treasures.

He breathes love into her skin as he fucks any doubts out of her mind with powerful thrusts that drive her up the bedding as she scratches and screams her pleasure. He hammers at her walls, drawing her back each time she tries to find a moment of reprieve.

She's so dazed by their frenzied coupling that she almost misses his frantic whispers.

"I love you. I love you Ko Mun-yeong. I love you."

She wraps her legs around his waist tightly, gripping at the hard length that slams into her with uncoordinated motion. Fast, faster, faster.

Her orgasm blinds her as she twists and bucks in his hold, his own release flooding her in creamy warmth before they collapse in tangled limbs.

She loves him too. She knows that now. One day, she'll share those feelings with him. But for now she'll give him a chance, give them a chance. It's what they both deserve.

#its okay to not be okay #its okay to not be okay fic #psycho but it's okay #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #stronger #final chapter #thank you all #it's okay to not be okay #my babies #my muses

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uswnt-owns-this-homo · 4 years

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Let a Bitch Hit You- Julie Ertz x Reader

AN: Here’s my attempt at a protective JJ, hope I did it justice!

TW: Homophobia, mentions of drugs/alcohol, cursing of course, homophobic slurs and language

You take a deep breath as the ref blows the starting whistle, the Courage kicking the ball back to their defense, signalling the start of the game. You try to follow the ball as much as possible, taking care to stay in position and wait for opportunities and passes to come your way. You can’t help but to think of the circumstances as your teammate, and long term girlfriend, Julie Johnson, gets the ball, and passes it quickly, opening up space and helping the Red Star’s attack.

The significance of the game is not lost on you, your first one against your prior team. Jaelene Hinkle, one of the most openly homophobic people in the league, had pushed you towards your transfer, though you and Julie were already discussing a request at a later time. After her and Ashlyn’s epic twitter battle, Jaelene had lashed out slightly, demanding that you, as the “resident queer on the team’’, get dressed for games and practices in a different area, so that she “could change without being leered at”.

The rest of the team, minus your national teammates, had just let her go along with it, not defending you or telling her she was wrong. This, along with direct statements to you about your sexuality, including, but not limited to: constantly telling you you’re going to hell and sinning, pelting balls at you during practice, and, during team bonding events, conveniently forgetting to invite you, leaving you disconnected with the rest of the team, had led to the situation at hand.

Your former teammates, bar the national team members, attack you mercilessly. They go for cheap moves, like holding your jersey during corner kicks, and performing late slide tackles, obviously targeting your notoriously weak ankles and knees. Throughout the game, Julie’s frown has become more prominent, her play more sharp, focused on getting the win over the people, or more accurately, the person, who contributed to her girlfriend's small fall down the rabbit hole.

Instead of discussing the transfer, and the events behind it, with a professional, you had turned to alcohol, and over the counter medications, drinking booze and then taking benadryl, or cough syrup, and sleeping for days. You had kept up your facade of your usual happy, energized, rival to Sonnett in memes personality, up until you had moved in with Julie in Chicago. She had quickly noticed your actions, taking count of the vodka and medicine bottles, and had pushed you to see a therapist, resulting in your sobriety of now 4 months.

Hinkle makes the mistake of going in for a late slide tackle, clipping your already sore ankle. You turn to her and she sneers, winking at you. You slowly get up, rolling your eyes as the ref allows play to continue.

Julie has been slightly more aggressive when facing Hinkle, and some people have noticed, mainly you, and of course the target herself, especially after a particularly hard run in was made for the ball.

“Hey, Johnson, how about you clean up your play? This is the third time you’ve shoved me, getting sloppy there, homo?”

The look on your girlfriend’s face says it all, and all you can do is run to put a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep her from retaliating.

“Aw, look, dyke is trying to stop big bad Julie from starting something she can’t finish. How’s the cough syrup binge going, Y/N? Still sober, or have you fucked that up as well?”

You just blankly stare at her, feeling old urges resurface, trying to stay in the present, as well as keep Julie from getting carded.

“You know, I think you transferred because you know I’m right, and you can’t face the fact that you sin everyday, and don’t like that your sickness is brought to light, isn’t that right, Y/N?”

Julie shakes you off, stomping forward and shoving Hinkle, causing you to follow, holding her back slightly, your team, and the opposition coming together in a large huddle, Alyssa grabbing Julie and holding her back..

“Alyssa, please. No, Y/N, she can’t talk to you like that! I mean, the league has done jack shit to her for harassing you, or for poor sportsmanship, or any of the other numerous things she’s done. Jesus, you tried to kill yourself! And what does she get? Absolutely nothing!”

Jaelene seems to falter for a moment, before her face turns in a sneer.

“Poor Y/N, can’t take any criticism, what’d you do, try to get away from it?”

Julie finally breaks out of your and Alyasa’s grip, lunging at Hinkle, landing a solid punch to her jaw. The ref comes running, putting her hands on both players. Julie is still attempting to reach Hinkle, and laughs at the red card she’s shown.

“Oh yeah, fucking let the one who’s caused severe emotional and mental harm to my girlfriend get off scott free!”

Coach calls her over and she rolls her eyes, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, glaring at Hinkle when she fake gags.

You’ve had enough, officially snapped, gone off the metaphorical rails of tolerance of douchbaggery.

“You know, you can insult me, make me want to cease living, but you have no right to be disgusted. Any god I know would be appalled at how you’ve treated my community, and I know you don’t go to heaven just on the merit of being a homophobic christian. Ash was right, you have no place on the national team… You wouldn’t fit,”

You shove her backwards, taking your yellow card with a grin. Play resumes relatively quickly, and your whole team goes forward into the second half with a renewed passion, compensating for Julie’s red. You lose yourself in the game, giving it your absolute all, and laying yourself out on every possible play. You manage to score 3 goals, one which could have been defended by Hinkle.

The whistle blows and your team rushes you, picking you up, hugging you, and cheering. You all head back to the locker room and you spot Julie, staring at her phone, a blank stare on her face. You sit beside her, putting your arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you, so much. For defending me, for fighting for me, even though I really missed my favorite ball feeder,”

Julie cracks a smile and shrugs.

You pull her in for a short kiss, trying to convey all of your love for her. You all walk out of the locker room, bags and bus buddies in tow. Julie holds your hand as you walk to the bus, rubbing a thumb over it as you stare blankly ahead of you, thinking back on your whole experience with Jaelene. Julie wraps her arms around you as you both get onto the bus, finding your usual seat beside Alyssa, who smiles worriedly at you. You take a deep breath and look at Julie.

“I just, I thought transferring would give me peace, but she’s still there, the thoughts, they’re still there. Just. Why is it such a big deal to her? I’m just living my life, trying to be happy, and she constantly made me feel, hell, sometimes still makes me feel, worthless, and I know therapy helped, but still, sometimes, like tonight’s game, brings it all back,”

Julie gets a look on her face, as does Uncle Naeher. They look at each other and nod slightly, brows furrowed.

“Come on Alyssa, Y/N, sit here, we’ll be back in a second,”

You curl up in the seat, listening to Julie talk to Alyssa’s seat mate, and one of your friends on the team, Sam Kerr.

“Look, me and Alyssa have to go do something, we’ll catch an Uber to our place afterwards, could you do me a huge solid, look after Y/N for me? Make sure she stays talking, doesn’t zone out too much?”

Sam nods and Julie sighs, turns to you, and kisses you on the forehead.

Okay, love, I’m gonna go, sort things out. I’ll be back in a bit, before you go to bed, okay?”

You numbly nod, heart racing.

She quickly turns to Sam, nods, and goes to get off the not yet started bus. Coach looks at her and Alyssa, and they talk for a few seconds before he waves them on, glancing back at you. Sam moves to sit beside you, and you curl up to her side, silently wishing it was Julie.

You’ve made it back to the hotel, eyes red from your crying on the way back. You carry your bag to your room, Sam walking you to it and giving you a hug as you walk inside. You put your things down, taking care to organize it so you don’t have to deal with it later. You turn the coffee maker on, set it to hot water, and start to run it, putting a tea bag in and leaving it to brew while you shower. You get your sweats and long sleeve t-shirt, taking out your toiletries and turning the water on cold, hoping the chill will help pull you out of your funk. You hop in and sit under the water, shivering slightly, but unwilling to turn it warmer.

You must sit there for an hour, slowly numbing even more from the cold water. You vaguely hear the room’s door open, Julie setting down her bag and putting her keys on the desk.

“Y/N? Babe?”

You want to turn your head, say something, go lay and curl up in your girlfriend’s arms, let her reassure you, but the motivation doesn’t come. So, you sit and numbly watch, shivering and lips turning blue, as Julie comes in the bathroom, looks to you, and immediately rushes into the shower, clothes on and forehead cut, eye black.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here, stayed with you, I just. She did this to you, without really trying, I couldn’t just let that happen,”

You just shrug and hug her, trying to get warm, regretting your tactic for pulling yourself out of your mind.

“Okay, we need to get you warm. I saw your tea, you can have that, and then we can lay down and watch that documentary you heard about from Rose?”

You nod, watching her turn water to warm, and strip, leaving her soaked clothes on the bathroom floor. Julie slowly washes your hair, conditions it, and takes a cloth to your slowly warming body, every touch and prod gentle and full of love. She keeps you under the warm spray for a while, holding you and rocking slightly.

“Okay, now which one of my hoodies do you want? We have the Santa Clara U or the Red Stars one, and some sweats, and some fuzzy socks are in your near future,”

You smile.

“You wore the Red Stars one more recently, so that one,”

A small blush runs across her cheeks, her usual confident demeanour gone.

“I’ll see what I can do, charmer. Ready to get out, get bundled, and get cuddled?”

She goes about shutting off the water, looking down to nod at you, and then stands up, you still cradled to her chest. You have a moment of realization.

“If I ask nicely, will you avoid putting clothing on?”

She sputters and turns tomato red.

“I- what? No, clothes are going on so I can properly warm you up, no more sly passes! I’m trying to take care of you, short stuff,”

You glower, sigh, and wrap your arms around her neck, waiting for her to put you down.

“Okay, look, tonight may have gotten to me, just a bit, but even all wacked out, I know somethings wrong. What happened to your face, and where’s Uncle?”

She sighs and starts to towel you off.

“Fine, The Giant and I went to have a chat with Hinkle, and I had her record it. I simply started talking with Hinkle, trying to reason and help her to understand things a little better, and then she hit me, and I didn’t hit back, and then she hit me some more,so now we’re hoping that we can send this to the big people in charge and maybe she’ll get suspended or in trouble or something. Alyssa is back with Sammy trying to stay away from conflict for the rest of her life. She did tell me to tell you to come down tomorrow if you needed some tips for dealing with the whole situation. Honestly think it’s the most she’s spoken this season,”

You hug her and wrap the towel around her shoulders before smacking her gently in the leg.

“No more inciting violence in the hopes that you fuck with people who have ‘wronged me’ or whatever it is you said that one time, got it? Also, you need ice, but I will say I love a girl with a black eye,”

You walk off into the main part of the room, ruffling through Julie’s bag to find her sweatshirt, lifting it over your head with a triumphant croon.

“Aw yeah, the epic girlfriend hoodie, let’s go!”

Julie chuckles and walks out, coming up behind you and grabbing her SCU hoodie, pulling it on and winking.

“So that next time you want a sweatshirt, you can have a freshly me scented one,”

You roll your eyes and grab a pair of training shorts, pulling them on and grabbing your tea, laying back carefully on the bed.

“Okay, coral documentary, snuggles, and then sleep,”

Julie nods and gets in bed, pulling you close and grabbing the laptop beside the bed and opening up Netflix.

“Sounds like a pretty amazing night to me, shorty, let’s watch us some ocean stuff,”

Needless to say you’re crying by the end of the documentary. Julie jerks awake, her soft snoring abruptly ceasing.

“What? What happened, who hurt you, I’ll let em’ punch me, get their ass suuspeendedd,”

You chuckle, still crying slightly.

“Nobody, babe, just, he loves coral! And it’s disappearing, and he’s sad and all emotional and now I’m all emotional!”

You sniff a few times and shut the computer, quickly putting it on the bedside table.

“Please don’t let anyone hit you again, Juls, pretty please,”

She sleepily grunts and mumbles.

“Man, sometimes you just let a bitch hit you, ya’ know. Gotta get the w somehow, cause I sure didn’t get it during the game,”

You laugh and wrap her arms tighter around you, knowing it’s going to be a bit of a long road ahead, but certain that the whole situation will pan out, and that you have Julie by your side through all of it.

#julie johnston x reader #julie ertz x reader #julie ertz #uswnt imagine #julie ertz imagine

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Baby of the family OR Birthday wishes are tricky pt 1 (Power pack)

Baby of the family OR Birthday wishes are tricky

It was Alex's 15th birthday and while he found the party his parents were throwing him to be a little cheesy and childish. He did understand though at a certain level this party wasn't just for him even though it should of been. Being the oldest meant his needs were put on the back burner for Julie or Jack's or Katie's needs, and toss in Katie was STILL wetting the bed at 8 years old (and wearing pull ups for longer car trips) and well, he'd basically had to become a mini adult. it was Katie and Jack who drew his attention now, watching them run around the living room with Jack having apparently stolen Katie's stuffie again. 'You know, for someone who so desperately wants to be man of the house..he needs to stop being such a bully.' Alex thought and went to move over to stop him. "Don't worry Birthday boy, I got this." Julie said, holding up a hand and marching over. his oldest sister and still younger then him, Alex smirked as he watched Julie snag jack by the ear and march him over to say sorry to Katie. having a big sister like Katie would of been sooo cool growing up, he watched Julie interact with Katie and Jack lots and while her and Jack didn't always get along, she tried. "alright everyone, to the table. time for the birthday boy to blow out the candle!" Came Mr.Parker's voice. His parents just knew of him as a nice guy who had recently moved into the neighborhood to help look after his aunt but of course Alex and the others knew the truth. Mousey gentle Peter Parker was really spider-man. And he wasn't even the only superhero at the party! of course with the kids being the hero team known as power pack one would expect a few heroes to show up but mom and dad were actually STILL clueless about the powers. That said Jack being best friends with Franklin Richards, AKA the son of Reed and Sue Richards meant that not only Franklin but Johnny and Sue had a excuse to come over. (the thing while loving birthday party's had excused himself apparently upset when he was told he couldn't go in the bounce house this time, while reed who Alex had hoped would show up had gotten busy with a experiment.) Mix in the other kids who'd been invited and a whole lotta people were singing happy birthday to Alex as his barbie princess cake (He'd made the mistake of asking Katie to pick out a cake for him) was carried over and he closed his eyes and thought of a wish. 'I wish I could be the baby of the family for once. see what it's like to be like Katie.' he thought, then blew.

The party went on for awhile longer but soon guests were excused and some of the family had to get ready for bed. and by some of the family that meant Katie on her back in the living room, both hands on a sippy cup of warm milk and watching the last of a cartoon movie as Julie got her tapped up in her thick bed time diapers. Of course they didn't WANT to put the 8 year old back in diaper diapers, but without how much Katie flooded the bed there was no choice. heck, the car trip Pull up's were starting not to be enough. the sippy cup was because once it got close to her bed lately Katie seemed to zone out and as funny as seeing her dump a drink on her face was, the clean up was awful and she had started asking for warm milk before bed and no one wanted her to burn herself. "hey Alex, I know your the birthday boy and all, but my show is coming on and if I don't claim the tv now Jack will put it on something stupid and say he was there first just to tick me off...you mind?" Julie asked, scooping up the almost asleep now padded Katie and offering her to him. "heh, I got this." Alex said and took Katie who oddly..seemed heavier then normal. 'must be from all the sweets she packed away.' Alex thought and struggling to not show he was having a little bit of trouble, carried her up the stairs.

with Katie bear in bed, Alex yawned big time and headed for the bathroom. it was only going on 8 pm but he felt just wiped as he paused to look in the mirror. 'no bags under my eyes and I look ok..maybe it's just sugar crash.' Alex thought and shrugged. Normally one to put off his shower till right before bed, Alex started the water running and heating up as he stripped and answered natures call, then got in and started to wash himself. on a silly whim he made use of one of the pink extra soft cloths they used on Katie because of her baby soft skin and also used some of the fruity smelling princess shampoo she had, giggling and picturing a old bugs bunny cartoon as he lathered up his hair.

Downstairs Julie and Jack exchange puzzled faces as the water started up for a shower. Mom and dad were a few doors down meeting aunt May and Alex never went for a early shower unless forced too. heck, you could set a clock to his shower time! "..Maybe Katie sprung a leak already and he's cleaning her?" Jack suggest and shrugged a little. "no way! those new diapers are MASSIVE! even a little pee princess like her couldn't make them leak THIS fast." Julie said shaking her head. "welp, that's all I got. Maybe he just wanted to cover up the sound of his taking a massive dump. you KNOW how much he blushes when we tease him." Jack laughed. "Pffft yeah..mister gruntzilla. I think the whole block knows when he's going he grunts and whimpers so loud. " Julie snickered. "Remember when Katie knocked down the bathroom door convinced he was being attacked because he kept going..oh god..what was it.." "Oh! 'please god please god Oh oH oHHH!'" Julie said, mimicking Alex's whimpers of despair. "Bwhahahaha yeah! That was when he took too much diarrhea medicine because he had to give a speech to the whole school and kept getting the runs." "then couldn't unload for five days. yeah. Mom and Dad were gonna take him to the ER if he hadn't of gone when he did." the middle siblings laughed and shared more embarrassing stories about their respective roomies as the TV show was forgotten.

Alex was swaying back and forth on his feet, having fallen asleep standing up in the shower and only woken up when the cold water hit him. He was shivering a little from that but mostly moved as if drunk he was just sooo tired out of the blue and hauled himself out of the shower and turned it off and grabbed a large white towel and started to dry himself but was doing a worse job of it then Katie had when she was 5. shrugging it off he just wrapped it around him like a damp clock and made his way into his way into his and Jack's room, and headed for his dresser. deciding to go with a KISS solution since he was so tired, Alex just tugged on a pair of old white briefs (he'd been avoiding them lately despite liking their cut better then boxers because Jack kept calling them toddler pants) Tossing the wet towel in the hamper Alex stumbled over to his bed and plopped down, face first and was out like a light before he could even cover up.

around 9 was Jack's bed time and their parents where back, having asked where Alex was and Julie and Jack told them as far as they knew, he'd gone to bed. Making his way upstairs Jack had 'somehow' managed to put off taking his shower and gosh, would just have to get it in tomorrow. It wasn't that Jack didn't care for showers or liked being stinky, just there was ALWAYS something better to do then take a shower. Coming into the room he shared with his dweeb of a big brother, Jack noted that the light was still on which meant Alex had to of been super tired since he was super OCD about turning off lights if they weren't being used. Looking over Jack snorted at the site of Alex on his back, legs and left arm sprawled out in his bed while he was sucking on his right thumb, in just his toddler pants. 'what a doofus.' Jack thought and shook his head. Doofus or not, he was still his brother and Jack didn't want the dork to get a cold. with that in mind he tugged Alex's Blanket up over him, then as a after thought grabbed one of his own old stuffies (that he was keeping around because they'd be worth money some day. not that he still totally needed ot loved them!) and held out Mr. Fuzzy wuzzy , having it brush on the blonds arm. Alex reached out with his free arm in his sleep, coming out from under the blanket and whined around his thumb. "whoa..too much cake and pop and Alex goes baby brained! awesome!" Jack thought with a grin but then let the big toddler have the stuffie and huggle it. 'I'm going soft in old age.' Jack thought to himself then after changing into just his boxers got the lights and climbed into bed.

In a universe where a god of Myth fought alongside with a world war 2 hero, a man who had built his own battle armor and well, any number of different heroes and villains and forces exist, it was amazing that random wishes weren't picked up by more cosmic being's who might just answer them. and for the most part, it's a good thing that most of these are ignored because Alex was about to learn what happened when a simple wish can get granted, at least to a degree.

Alex hung his head in shame as he showed his parents what had happened the next morning. Having always told Julie, Jack and many many times Katie that they should be honest with their parents if they have accidents, it had been Alex's turn to practice what he preached when he'd woken up this morning in a very soggy bed. Thankfully it didn't smell THAT bad and mom and dad were going to open the windows and air out the mattress in the back yard, but Alex was still SUPER ashamed. He'd of course gone and gotten washed up but came back to find the others in his and Jack's room, and two out of three of them were being less then nice with no mom or dad in site to call them off. "Sheesh, and I thought I dodged having to deal with anything worse then you with a milkshake in you!" Jack said, holding his nose and waving a hand. "Oh puh-lkease. you think this is bad? try waking up in a diaper pail everyday because of pee princess here." Julie said, and jerked a thumb at Katie. "H-hey! don't be meanies!" Katie huffed and then turned to a mortified Alex, patting his leg. "It's OK Alex, accidents happen. but worse case you can come into my room. as Julie said..it uh..kinda smells.." "Kinda?" Julie asked and then shuddered. "and that's all i need, twin pee fountains going off in stereo." "I-it's not that bad!" Alex whined. "and really? Little miss farts rainbows is gonna start giving lip about sleeping arrangements!?!" Katie added as Julie's cheeks flared red now. "we talked about that,m you're not su-" "and YOUR not 'pose to complain about me either. fair's fair." Katie said and nodded her head. Alex gave Katie a weak smile. "heh, thanks for coming to my defense..kinda, Katie bear." Alex said and gave er a hug. He was sure this would prove to be a just one time thing, and as such, tried to put it out of his mind as much as he could when a look out the window showed his mattress being set up in the back yard.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🤾 Tryhard; Atsuhiro “Mr. Compress” Sako (Sportember #017)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,902

Pairing: Quirkless Reader x Compress

World: Boku no Hero Academia

Prompt: “Why do you try so hard?”

Sport: Dodgeball

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Sako frowned as he watched you running through the park, just as you did every night at eight. You had no regard for your safety, out late at night as a quirkless, headphones in your ears as loud music blocked out the sounds around you. He thought you were utterly stupid, perhaps having a desire to be kidnapped or murdered. You were certainly making yourself an easy target and he had already intercepted several thugs in the past three months that he had been watching you.

Why did he feel the need to protect you when you had no desire to make things easy for him? For a brief moment, he considered the possibility that he had fallen in love with you, but he had never really been a man to believe in love at first sight. However, when he first met you in that coffee shop three months ago, he knew there was something special about you, something different.

In that time, he had gotten to know you as he watched you. Your name was Y/N and even though you didn’t have a quirk, you had gotten a scholarship at the Japanese Sports Academy, or JSA. The school specialized in creating professional athletes, but the school had never seen a quirkless graduate. Sure, the school had many quirkless students, but they either never graduated or simply dropped out because of the pressure.

Sports these days focus heavily on quirks and the amount of quirkless sports around today were less than eight percent. The number went down every year because people were no longer interested in quirkless people playing a sport. They preferred the thrill of quirks battling it out on the field, threatening to destroy each other in the name of sport.

You knew these facts well. He knows that you. So why are you trying so damn hard to keep up with people that you physically can’t stand beside? The world constantly tore you down, telling you how worthless you were, how impossible your dreams were, simply because you didn’t have a quirk. So why? It made no sense to him and it hurt to see you struggling so hard only to fail in the end.

You came to a stop in front of the vending machine outside the park, breathing heavily as you wiped the sweat from your brow. There was a stitch in your side from your run, lungs burning and legs throbbing from the effort. You felt so tired, but you still have twenty minutes left in your run. You were already so behind, you couldn’t afford not to stick to your training regimen.

You slid the coins into the machine, pressing the button for the sports drink and waiting for it to fall to the tray. Just as you reached for it, another hand darted out to take it from you. Your shoulders tensed as the hair on the back of your neck stood on end, your eyes locking with those of an older man. Two others stood close behind you.

Swallowing hard, you tugged one of the headphones from your ear, eyes narrowed at the man in front of you. “That’s my drink. Give it back.”

One of the men behind you snickered as he stepped closer, his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, looks like we got a feisty one, boys.”

You scowled, shrugging your shoulder as you tried to step away, but the three of them had you trapped against the machine. “If you want to keep your lives, I suggest you keep moving.” You may not have a quirk, but you had learned to fake it until you made it.

“Big talk coming from someone so small,” they snickered, exchanging amused looks.

“Why don’t you just hand over your wallet and we won’t have to hurt you.”

“Fat chance,” you scoffed, attempting to force yourself through them but the first man grabbed your arm. On reflex, you shot around and jabbed your foot into his crotch, watching him cry out as he fell to the ground.

“You bitch!”

“We’ll kill you!”

Their hands lit up as they activated their quirks – one seemed to be some form of electricity, the other sprouting green spikes. A squeak passed your lips when a spiked hand tried to grab at your face and you dodged just in time, the spike scratching the skin of your cheek. The man on the ground grabbed your ankle when you stepped back, causing your body to fall to the cement.

“Let go of me, you prick!” You scowled, using your other foot to kick at his hand, but his grip was like iron and wouldn’t let up.

“You’re gonna get it now!” They rushed at you and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the impact. The sound of screams filled your ears, the grip on your ankle disappearing and when you cracked an eye open, you found all three men a few feet away, unmoving on the ground.

You blinked, pushing yourself up. ‘What the…’

“Honestly, my dear, you really are trying to make things difficult for me.”

Your eyes snapped to the side, wide with surprise when you noticed the man standing beside you. He was quite tall, wearing a large yellow coat that covered his body like a tarp. His face was concealed behind a black and white mask, a top hat sitting on his head. You knew who he was, you had seen his picture on the TV along side the others that called themselves the League of Villains. But… this villain had just saved you, hadn’t he?

He turned toward you, extending a gloved hand toward you, the color of a ripe tomato. “Come along, now, before the cops arrive.”

You shook your head, sliding back away from him before scrambling to your feet. “You’re a villain.”

“Well, at least you have some sense,” he teased. “Now if only you applied that sense to everyday life, as well.”

You scowled, resting your back against the stone behind you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He tapped where his ear is beneath the black cloth. “Every single night you run around this neighborhood with music blaring into your ears. If you have a quirk, that would be one thing, but you do not. Have you any idea how many thugs I’ve had to take care of to keep you safe?”

“And why would you do something like that?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and he took a step closer to you.

“Hm, do I need a reason?”

“You’re a villain. You don’t save people unless you can use them.”

“Come now, Y/N. I’m not an animal,” he chided, finally closing the distance between the two of you. You should feel terrified by this man, but you didn’t. Instead, you felt… safe.

“You know my name.”

“I know many things about you, my dear. Now, won’t you come along? I will escort you home safe and sound.” His hand extended to you again and, for a moment, you just stared at it. You could hear sirens in the distance, steadily getting louder as they got closer to your position.

Your heart was thudding loudly within your chest, but you knew that if this man had the intention of hurting you or worse, killing you, that he would have done so. Better yet, he would have just allowed the thugs to do it for him. No, he was not intent on harming you, that much you were sure of.

Swallowing down the lump that had formed within your throat, you slid your hand into his, watching as his fingers curled around it. Your life changed that night.

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Sako rolled over in bed, his hand instinctively reaching out for you beside him, but the bed was empty, the sheets cold beneath his fingertips. His brown eyes squinted in the darkness, fumbling for his phone on the bedside table. Four in the morning. Where could you possibly be at four in the morning?

Throwing the covers back, he shifted until his bare feet rested against the soft brown carpet of the room. He checked the bathroom first, and then the living room, but the apartment was empty. With a sigh, he knew exactly where he would find you, so he quickly got changed and headed out.

Your breathing was heavy as you jogged on the treadmill, music blasting through your ears to try and motivate you to push yourself. You thought about the upcoming exams and you were determined to pass them, no matter the cost.

Sako stepped into the small gym that the apartment complex offered, his eyes scanning the empty room before settling on you. As usual, you were unaware of anything happening around you. With a sigh, he stepped up to you before tugging on the cord of your headphones, watching it fall from your ear.

Your head snapped to him in confusion before giving him a sheepish smile and turning off the machine, accepting the water bottle that he offered you. “Morning, Hiro…”

He hummed softly. “While I do appreciate that you’re no longer jogging at night, I would appreciate it if you actually slept sometimes.”

“I did sleep,” you pointed out. “We fell asleep together, remember?”

“For how long?” He quirked a brow, his hand resting upon his hip.

“Two hours.”

“That’s not something to be proud of, my love.”

You sighed, settling down onto one of the plastic chairs sitting under the window. “I know, it’s just… the exams are coming up soon. I have to train harder in order to keep up.”

He frowned as he squatted down in front of you, eyes scanning yours as he rested his hand upon your knee. “Why do you try so hard?” he mused softly. “The world will only hurt you.”

“Why?” You repeated with a smile, resting your hand over his. He was surprised by the warmth lingering within your eyes. “Maybe it will, but I won’t know that for sure until I try. This has been my dream since I was a child, the thing I based my whole life around. I know dodgeball isn’t the most popular sport, especially not for a quirkless like me, but… it’s a sport that I adore, that I grew up playing. If I don’t at least try and chase my dreams, then I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I know you don’t understand, but…”

“You’re right, I don’t understand.” His free hand came to rest upon your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin. “However, I will support you in whatever you choose to do with your life. Forever and always, my love.”

You smiled, tugging him closer until his lips met yours, soft and warm, and full of love as he pushed himself against you, hand sliding to your jaw to pull you closer. Sako would probably never understand your feelings when it came to how hard you tried at sports, but he didn’t have to understand in order to support your dreams.

His forehead rested against yours as you brushed a hand through his short brown hair. “I love you so much. Never forget that.”

You chuckled in response, giving his hair a gentle tug. “How could I possibly forget when you tell me every day?”

“Don’t act as if you don’t enjoy it,” he teased, capturing your lips again.

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war-sword · 4 years

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𝚗̶𝚘̶ 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕

summary: Y/N is Draco’s angel, his true love, sent to turn his life around. Nothing could ever break them apart. A/N: this was my alternative version of my winter exchange fic, but since it’s no longer for that i took out the Christmas elements, but you can still see the prompt I had in it (snow). hopefully it’s not too obvious tho, haha. words: 2.3k taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines @acciodracoo @eltanin-malfoy @silentexplorer18 @shawn-is-bruh @heavenlycat567

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Draco Malfoy loved Y/N L/N.

Their love had been rather unconventional. Draco could still remember their younger years in school, the days when they were younger and he definitely did not like her. Y/N was sweet as sugar, and everyday she’d take the acid words Draco would throw at her and turn them to cotton candy. He used to hate her for it. Now, it was one of his favorite things about her.

She would return his sneers with a smile. Drive his storm clouds away with sunshine. It was a battle to see who would crack first, and Draco vowed to disturb the peaceful waters of Y/N’s personality for as long as they were in school.

Until one day, he didn’t.

It was like waking up from a dream. What once had been effortless able to call atrocious in every way, Y/N’s features left him at a loss for words, for how could he describe such beauty? Her honeyed voice slowly sounded less annoying, and became downright intoxicating. Hands so holdable and lips so kissable. Y/N turned from the object of his loathing to one of devotion.

Draco, who never got nervous, had a heartbeat of a mile a minute the day he decided was time to relay this strange new development to Y/N herself. He could seek no comfort in the solace of his friends, who all thought he was losing his mind. Pansy especially liked to preach he’d lost his mind, and Draco was terrified that was exactly what Y/N would say when he told her. In a quiet corner of the castle, Draco stumbled over his words trying to describe the complicated transformation that had occurred in his heart, while Y/N waited ever so patiently with a confused look on her face. He decided the only way he could ever explain it all was to take her face into his hands, and kiss her.

“I’ve waited months to do that,” Draco had said as they pulled apart.

“I’ve waited forever,” Y/N replied.

Y/N pulled Draco into her sunshine. She enthusiastically introduced him to all her favorite pastimes–– feeding the fish in the Great Lake, finding cozy nooks in the castle to drink tea in, drawing outside on the lawn, or climbing the most inviting trees. Draco would hold onto her tight when she would squeal at the sight of the Giant Squid, and lay beside her while she would sketch him as he napped. She never wanted to share her drawings, but sometimes when she left it alone, he would sneak a peek. She was so talented. Draco called her his angel, sent from Heaven to make all his dark days light again, and he loved to tell her so.

As the years passed, Draco slowly had to give up on trying to get his friends to accept Y/N. After a particularly raucous argument with Pansy in the common room one night, Pansy had screamed at Draco they couldn’t be friends anymore, if he was never going to wake up to Y/N’s poisonous psyche.

“I’ve told you time and time again, there is something wrong with her! She’s hiding something! I know it! What does a girl like her want with someone like you?!” Pansy screeched.

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Draco roared back. “It’s fine if you don’t like her! You never even had to talk to her, but it’s been almost two years, Pansy, and if you can’t even glance at us without a nasty look on your face then leave us both alone.”

Pansy was fuming. “Do you love her Draco? Actually? Because you used to hate her guts.”

“Why would I ever lie about that? Y/N is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, all you’ve ever been was a pain in my ass.”

“Then do me a favor and don’t ever talk to me again,” she sneered. “And especially don’t come running when it falls apart.”

Draco’s last year at Hogwarts had been rough, being totally alienated from his housemates. As angry as Draco was with Pansy for turning the rest of his friends against him was well, he knew he would always have Y/N. Every evening he knew he could count on her for a smile and a kiss that he swore could erase all his bad memories.

“I’m going to marry you one day, Y/N,” Draco said plainly one day as they relaxed in one of their favorite spots by the lake.

Y/N lifted her head from where it was resting on his chest. “Really? Are you being serious?”

“Of course, angel,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I swear everytime I look at you it’s like I’ve never been more in love with you.”

The look of happiness on Y/N’s face could have probably gotten him through the rest of his life.

Draco didn’t mind that she changed him. His face became dotted with freckles with all of his newly spent time outside. He treasured every nick and scar that now covered his hands from his and Y/N’s adventures. On a larger scale, he would be forever grateful that Y/N had turned his opinions around about muggles and muggleborns. Y/N made him a better person, he just knew it. She made him whole.

Now, out of school, Draco and Y/N had a life of their own in a house together. They ate their dinner by the fire, and in the evenings Y/N would make him his tea just how he liked it before bed. In the days, Y/N had her dream job of working as a seamstress, and Draco was more than happy to help her in the shop with bookkeeping. He never wanted to be too far from her.

One night, Draco watched Y/N dance around the kitchen as she cooked, completely entranced by the sight of her. He especially loved the sight of the sparkling diamond on her ring finger, as she delicately dipped it into the soup to give it a taste. They still had a few months to go (Y/N wanted a spring wedding), but Draco felt like it couldn’t come fast enough.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he jumped up to stand behind her and wrap his arms about her waist. He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her neck that made her giggle.

“It smells delicious, angel.”

“It’ll be ready soon,” she says, offering him a taste. Draco hums into her ear.

“Tastes even better than I thought.”

Y/N pulls bread, fresh from the oven. They have their warm meal at the table while cold wind swirls around outside the house. They eat their meal in mostly comfortable silence, and as they’re finishing Draco notices something out the window. “Y/N, look! It’s finally snowing.”

“What, really?” She runs from the kitchen where she was getting another slice of bread to join him at the window. Sure enough, white flakes are beginning to come down.

Draco grabs her hand. “Let’s go out. You love snow!”

Y/N breaks out into a grin. “Okay. Yes!”

They break out into giggles as they throw on their coats and hats and scarves, stumbling into each other as they pull on their thick winter boots. They trapse outside, and Y/N giddily lifts her hands to the sky to catch the flakes on her mittens. “Draco, look, it’s already starting to stick! We’ll have so much snow by the morning!”

Draco’s chest swells with affection as he watches his fianceé spin in circles. “Yeah, we probably will. Come on, let’s walk around while it comes down,” he says, reaching out a hand. Y/N takes it and they start to walk down the lane from their house to the street.

While it’s freezing outside and Draco can no longer feel his face, it’s all worth it to see Y/N get excited about the snow beginning to cover the ground. By the time they finish their walk and are making their way back to the house, several inches have fallen and the sun is setting, nearly dark. The lights that are still on in their house cast a warm glow across the now-white ground. Y/N throws herself down onto the lawn on her back, and starts to swish her arms and legs. “Dray, come make a snow angel with me.”

Instead of laying down next to her, Draco gets down and lays right on top of her. Y/N laughs and tries to push him off, but he insists on peppering her with kisses. “You’re my snow angel,” he says, pulling back to admire her, cheeks and nose flushed from the cold.

“I love you so much.” Y/N reaches up to brush some snow from his hair. “You look so pretty in this light…” she trails off, her grin slipping from her face. “Draco, what time is it?”

“Um, I’m not sure.” He rolls to the side and pushes up the sleeve of his coat to look at his watch. “Nearly eight. You want to go in?”

Y/N scrambles to her feet and holds her arms out to offer to help him up. “Yes, please. Come on, it’s time for tea and bed.”

“What’s wrong? We’re having fun,” he says reassuringly. Y/N just grabs his wrists and hauls him up, rushing towards the house.

“Nothing!’ I’m just… cold! I’m cold. Please, let’s go in.”

“Um, alright. Let me get some more wood to put on the fire.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m sure it’s fine, let’s just go in.” Draco allows her to pull him back inside the house. She yanks off her jacket and kicks her boots off at the same time, bolting into the kitchen.

Draco lets out a chuckle, slowly taking off his layers. “Y/N what’s the rush?” He peeks around the corner to see Y/N in the kitchen, frantically waving her wand to summon teacups and tea bags. He turns back to the hall closet, shaking his head, and starts to put her haphazardly scattered clothes away in the closet.

By the time he gets to her discarded hat, he finds himself staring at it with a sort of disconnected recognition. He knows this hat. The texture and pattern are familiar, so many memories attached as his fingers brush across the wool. And yet, he’s also seeing it for the first time. Why does he know this hat.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound and sight of Y/N sliding into the entryway, tea sloshing over the side of the cup. Draco turns slowly from looking at the hat in his hands to looking at her.

“Draco, here–” She shoves the tea in his direction. The cup is ratting on its saucer in her shaking hands.

Everything is coming into sharper focus now. Y/N’s frantic face, her shallow breaths. His nostrils are filled with a familiar and homely scent, but there’s nothing from his childhood it reminds him of. Draco ignores Y/N’s pleas to take the tea and pushes her aside to walk into the living room.

It’s covered in him. Moving photographs of him and Y/N in frames. His jumper he’d had since 6th year is draped over the back of a chair. Dishware he remembers receiving from his mother are stacked clean, next to the sink. Dishware he’d gotten when he’d moved in with Y/N.

All these memories, so clear in his mind, yet no recollection of them actually happening. Draco feels like he’s been transplanted into someone else’s consciousness. No, someone else is in his.

He turns again, where Y/N still stands in the entryway. Her eyes are now filled with tears.

“Y/N, what am I doing here?” A heavenly aroma wafts from the cup she’s now white-knuckle gripping. “Y/N,” Draco asks again, more forceful this time. “Why. Am. I. Here.”

“Draco,” she stammers, her voice cracking. “P-please…. Please just drink the tea.”

Draco starts to back away from her. Reality is hitting him fully now– the shiny diamond winking on her left hand, books that were his from the Manor sitting on the shelves. And so, so many photos. “You’ve been drugging me. You’ve been giving me amortentia.”

The china slips from Y/N’s hands, shattering on the floor in a deadly starburst of porcelain and potion. She sinks to her knees, her eyes taking on the vacant look that Draco’s held just moments ago. “I’m sorry, I just wanted–”

“Me,” Draco snarls, reaching for his wand in his pocket. “You just wanted me. You’re sick.”

Y/N had started to sob. “There was no other way! I-I could n-never get you to notice me.”

“BECAUSE I HATED YOU! I HATE YOU!” Draco yelled. Y/N curled even further into herself, laying down on the floor in a ball.

Draco didn’t turn his back on her, but he grabbed as many things as he recognized as his into his arms. He moved back towards the entryway to put his shoes back on, shaking with rage at Y/N and also fear of having nearly five years of his life taken from him. Y/N reached out as he walked past to brush his leg, and he pulled it away as fast as he could. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled.

“Draco please, you have to remember,” she begged, eyes red from crying, pieces of broken teacup stuck to her hands. “You love me. You tell me all the time.”

“No, I do not. I never have, and I never will. And if I ever see you again, I swear to Merlin I’ll kill you myself.”

#..... uh sorry?#as you can see.... i had some reservations about making this my exchange fic lol #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #my writing

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fmufmu · 4 years

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Love4eva.

Your boyfriend is a bit drunk and very much in love with you.

“I love you. You know that right, y/n?” Hyuk stands in front of you, flowers in his hands at your front door at one-thirty in the morning. You can see the red flush that spreads across his face and the way his lips are pulled into a sheepish lopsided smile. He’s drunk, to put it better. “Like, I really really fucking love you.” He says. You rub your tired eyes and he pushes the flowers towards your chest.

It’s been almost a week since you’ve seen your boyfriend and you really didn’t expect to have him standing at your door like this. You know he’s been busy with things and even though you’ve called and texted, it’s nothing like having him right beside you.

“You came all this way to say that?” You ask, a smiling forming on your lips as you take them, admiring the pretty colours. Hyuk nods. You’re a lost for words. It’s not like Hyuk doesn’t tell you these things, he does. Just in a very reserved manner. “What bought this on, Hyuk?” It’s not like you don’t appreciate this, you do. Your boyfriend is someone who’s emotional when it needs be. It’s rare to see your boyfriend looking dishevelled outside your door in the early hours of the morning.

“I missed you like crazy.” Hyuk admits, letting out a breath. “I sleep better next to you, y/n. I like the way you make me breakfast in the morning and I like when you play with my hair when I’m falling asleep. I thought I was going crazy without you this last week.” You boyfriend slumps against the side of the door, eyes never leaving yours. “I really needed to see you.” You giggle. Kwon Hyuk was something.

“And you thought to come at one am?” You’re trying not to laugh. It’s cute honestly. You’re boyfriend likes to pretend he’s all tough. But you see right through that completely. His smile falters and he looks a little embarrassed as he stands up properly with a slight pout.

“Jiho said it was a good idea.” Hyuk mumbles. Your boyfriend was something – you remember meeting Hyuk and not thinking much of him. You remember treating him like he was anyone else and how that had somehow transpired into a fully pledged friendship that had moved into the awkward period of does he like me? Do I like him? Now, three years later, you can’t get enough of him. He never ceases to surprise you. “Do you want me to go?” He mumbles and you grab his hand, squeezing tight.

“Of course not, idiot.” You say, entwining your fingers together. “You came all this way.” Hyuk kisses your hand, grinning wildly.

“Can we go eat together, y/n? I want pork belly.” You blink. Your boyfriend is completely unphased at the time of night he’s arrived. You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. A date at this time of night isn’t the one – maybe tomorrow when he’s sober you can get breakfast together.

“I can make you some food, baby.” You suggest. You’re too comfortable in your pyjamas to want to get out of them.

“Yes please.” Hyuk shuffles into your apartment and shuts the door. You put the flower o the table and move into the kitchen to make some ramen and side dishes. In the background, you can hear you boyfriend struggling to take off his shoes before you hear a thud and see your boyfriend shuffling to be right next to you. His arms wrap around your waist as you search your cupboards for food. “I really missed you, y/n. Did you miss me?”

“You’re so clingy.” You snicker. Hyuk kisses the back of your neck. “How much did you drink, Hyuk?”

“Enough.” He says, a grin against your neck. “Jiho kept ordering rounds.” Unsurprising. You could imagine how drunk your boyfriend was earlier compared to now. You find yourself breaking up the ramen into chunks and dropping it into the pot of water with all the seasoning.

“And you couldn’t say no?”

“Eh? Of course not.” Hyuk huffs. “Jiho was nice enough. I should be nice enough to drink it.” Hyuk sighs, head resting against your shoulder. “I can’t wait for this food with you.”

“It’s not much.”

“I love it anyway.” Hyuk insists. “You make ramen the best. Never too soggy and never too firm. Just right.” Your boyfriend is definitely wasted. It’s a battle to separate Hyuk from your waste so you can make some eggs and grab some side-dishes. He sits down at the table waiting with a soft look on his face and you feel yourself feeling so incredibly fond.

Once it’s all ready, you bring it to the table and Hyuk looks with hungry eyes at all the food.

“Wow, my girlfriend could be a chef.” Hyuk compliments, digging his chopsticks into the ramen and taking a mouthful. He hums, content, around it with hearts in his eyes. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks go warm and your stomach fill with butterflies. Why was your boyfriend so goddamn sweet?

“Stop it.” You say, smiling. “Just eat, okay? I’m tired.”

“Yes baby.” You both eat in comfortable silence and you can’t help but think that it’s the best kind of silence. You’ve never been so comfortable around anyone before but with Hyuk, you feel like you can really be yourself. It’s silly how much you love this man, who has sauce all over his face and sucks up noodles like he’s never eaten before. Three years and everyday feels better than the last. You’ve never loved someone as much as you love Hyuk.

When your plates are empty, you sigh with a heavy stomach and your eyes fluttering close.

“Sleep?”

“Sleep.” Hyuk answers and you leave the plates abandoned on the table. That’s a tomorrow problem. You both shuffle to your bedroom and as soon as you flick on the light, Hyuk is behind you, flicking off the light throwing you into the bed. Diving in next to you, he pulls you close and sighs.

“Baby, you can’t wear jeans in bed.” You say. Hyuk grunts, unmoving.

“I’m comfortable.” He retorts and in the darkness of the room, you can see his eyes are closed and he doesn’t look like he’s going to move anytime soon.

“You’re going to uncomfortable in the morning.” You tut.

“It’ll be fine.” You boyfriend say, adamant and unmoving. “Don’t think I’ve ever missed someone as much as I missed you, y/n.” You move your hands to run through your boyfriends hair. He hums and you kiss his cheek.

“Is that so?” You say.

“Everyone is jealous of my sexy foreign girlfriend.” Hyuk mumbles. “And they should be. You’re so sexy.” You feel his hand run the length of your thigh. “Everything about you is sexy, y/n. Whenever we go out, everyone tells me how lucky I am to have a sexy girl like you by my side.”

“I remember you saying I wasn’t your style.” You tease. Hyuk stammers against your neck, embarrassed. You remember how you told him you thought he was attractive, and he had said you weren’t his type, that was before you both were friends and realised your feelings for one another. Of course, that’s not the case now.

“I was wrong.” Hyuk says, seriously. “You’re seriously my type. You cook so well and you dress like a model. Your parent’s food is the best as well.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” Hyuk says. “You’re the best.” You say, letting your legs tangle with his own. “I think I wanna stay here for the rest of my life.” You know he’s drunk but those words make your heart skip a beat. There’s no where else in the world you want to be than right here, next to the love of your life.

#kwon hyuk #kwon hyuk imagines #kwon hyuk scenarios #dean imagines #dean scenario #khh x reader #khh writer #khh scenarios #khh imagines #fanxy child imagines

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thepalace · 4 years

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her body, his worries

➳ Prince Jinyoung didn’t lose hope on wanting to see the Lieutenant back on her feet.

characters ➵ Ahn Yuna, Park Jinyoung

warnings ➵ a little angst, mention of blood

Prince Jinyoung lay down his pen, his sight changed to the opened window - feeling the breeze on his hand.

His eyes then fell towards a picture frame and whenever he looked at it, he could feel his ears turned warm and red - knowing he himself feels shy.

It was a picture of the Lieutenant - smiling slightly, wearing her usual uniform and her badges shining on both sides of her chest.

Prince Jinyoung finds the Lieutenant looking cute whenever she wears a beret - maybe he is the only one finding her looking all adorable when others find her looking scary as the Lieutenant was heard to be a woman who rarely smiles.

The prince secretly had her picture ever since the Lieutenant has been offered a royal photoshoot - it was a ‘thank you’ gesture for her after saving the King’s life.

But what the Lieutenant didn’t know is that the prince was there - secretly spying on her the whole photoshoot and the whole time, she was feeling very shy as there were a lot of cameras facing her.

Prince Jinyoung has always kept an eye on her - hiding behind the walls when he sees the Lieutenant having a walk with the Colonel and the King and Queen, discussing the usual royal duties.

Sometimes, Prince Jinyoung would be caught by the Lieutenant and she would always brush him off by smiling slightly, continuing her walks with the royal family.

The Prince finds the Lieutenant admirable and cool - though he didn’t often have conversations with her because they had complicated schedules with the prince having royal meetings and the Lieutenant having emergency calls from neighboring kingdoms.

Recently, Prince Jinyoung had his mind occupied with the Lieutenant knowing where she went.

It was absurd for him as the Lieutenant went off to finish a war and knowing he can’t stop the King, Prince Jinyoung could only give in - praying that the Lieutenant would come back safe.

As Prince Jinyoung was about to pick-up his pen, his sight changed outside the window - to see soldiers from his own kingdom marching towards the entrance.

His eyes search for someone he desire to see when his eyes slowly widen - a frightening sight he could have ever imagine.

He was quick to move, getting up from his chair in an instance - pulling the door roughly as he ran towards the hallway. He was the only one running through the hallway, earning a few shrieks from royal servants, wondering why the prince was in a rush.

The prince ran downstairs, jumping 2 steps down and as soon as he pushed the huge doors of the main palace entrance, he ran down the little steps - approaching the general soldiers as one of them were carrying a body on his arms.

As he got to see the body clearer, Prince Jinyoung’s eyes went teary.

“Yuna!” The Prince shouted, making everyone on the ground look at the prince.

“No, no, no, no..” Prince Jinyoung repeated as he gestured towards the head of the general for the young prince to carry Yuna’s bloodied body.

Yuna’s armor was filled with deep scratches - there were blood stains on her head and her chest. Her face was too filled with little scratches, her side-bangs covering her eyes.

Prince Jinyoung’s eyes were brimming with tears, a silent sob being heard from him.

With a shaky sigh, Prince Jinyoung moves his head nearer towards her face - a way to know if she is still alive or dead. Once his ears were near on the Lieutenant’s nose, his eyes went wide.

“She’s alive,”

Yuna’s eyes slowly flickered open and the first thing she felt a throbbing pain on her head, causing her to groan loudly.

“Lieutenant!” One of the royal maids called as she helped Yuna to sit up when the younger one was struggling.

Yuna squinted as she observed her where-abouts, seeing the Park’s Kingdom logo - sighing in relief. Her biggest nightmare was being captured by soldiers from another kingdom soldiers.

“Everyone is going to be happy as soon as news spreads that you have awakened, Lieutenant.” the royal maid commented as Yuna frowns slightly.

“How long was I on the bed?”

“A month, Lieutenant.”

“What?” Yuna muttered as she re-positioned herself, her feet touching the floor - her head was feeling much more heavier.

“A month? I missed a month..” Yuna muttered and the royal maid looked at her with a warm smile.

“You have to thank the prince, Lieutenant. When everyone started to lose hope, he was the only one who still stays - gripping onto every little hope he has, knowing that you will wake up.” the royal maid helped Yuna to stand up - going by her side as the Lieutenant rested her arm on the maid’s side.

“Stay? What? What happened?” Yuna repeated, clearly she was confused as she tried moving.

“Prince Jinyoung would always visit you - helping to wipe your face as an everyday routine. There were days where we would catch him silently crying while reading a book to you. The prince was really sad and just down. Everyone could see it,” the maid explained with a sad tone as she looked back to the previous weeks.

Everyone in the royal household could see Prince Jinyoung’s changed attitude, he was more focused and more strict to the soldiers ever since the Lieutenant is attached to the bed.

Days went by and one day, Prince Jinyoung stumbled across the King and Queen as the prince was about to visit Yuna - hiding himself as soon as he heard the loud sobs echoing the hallway.

He then realized why his own mother was sobbing after hearing the words coming out of the prince’s father.

“My love, the Lieutenant died with bravery and courage. We can’t be like this. I don’t think Yuna would want to see you like this,”

“She was like a daughter to me. How are we supposed to tell our son?”

Prince Jinyoung was in denial.

While everyone thinks that the Lieutenant is slowly dying, the prince would always pray every night as soon as he finished writing his diary - praying that the Lieutenant would wake up.

The prince would help the royal maids take care of the Lieutenant - with the permission of the Colonel.

It was heartbreaking for the Colonel since his daughter was slowly losing her own life and he couldn’t do anything to help other than praying, doing the same thing as what the prince did.

The Colonel didn’t lose hope - he knew Yuna, his daughter, the Lieutenant would wake up, just like other days when she would get injured from going on battles and wars.

But it was just a little longer for her this time.

“How is Prince Jinyoung?” Yuna questioned weakly, then trying to drink some water - with the help of the royal maid. Yuna couldn’t realise that this was the weakest she had felt.

With numerous bandages on her head and all around her body she saw on the mirror, Yuna knew that this was the nearest she met with death.

“Devastated, but all of that would change after knowing that you are awake,” the maid commented and Yuna sighed softly.

Forcing the maid, Yuna asked her to be by her side in case she fell to the ground due to her being weak. She wanted to make herself back to her usual routine by trying to take a stroll by the hallway.

Yuna weakly twisted the door handle, pushing the door as she could smell the usual scent of the royal palace.

“Where to, Lieutenant?” The maid questioned as she turned her head to both sides slowly.

“Just to the ends and back here.” answered Yuna as she started to take a few steps slowly. Yuna groaned slightly as she felt pain on her chest but she still made a few more steps.

This is what she always does whenever she woke up from wars and battles - back when she was staying in the soldier’s cabin.

Yuna didn’t know that she was about to meet someone when the prince was about to turn the corner with his usual book.

As soon as Yuna looked up, she stood frozen with one of her arms on the maid’s shoulder as she saw Prince Jinyoung somehow flipping onto the pages with his feet moving forward towards her.

Yuna gulped as she wanted to turn away when it was too late. The prince looked up and he immediately stopped at his track, his book falling onto the ground as his feet started to run towards where Yuna and the maid is.

“Y-Yuna.. What.. W-why are you out here?!” The Prince muttered as his expression formed into a frown as his gaze fell towards the maid - she was in-charge of the Lieutenant yet she brought Yuna out when she was weak.

“It’s not the royal maid’s fault, your highness. I was the one who forced her to be by my side. I have to get back to my old tracks,” Yuna explained weakly as the prince could only frown while slightly pushing the maid away - wanting to be the one to support the Lieutenant’s side.

“Let’s get you back to your bed, Yuna. It’s an order,” The Prince commanded and Yuna could only sigh in defeat.

Prince Jinyoung let out a spoon of soup infront of her as she quietly opened her mouth slightly, letting the prince spoon feed her.

The prince smiled at her, seeing her eating.

As soon as the prince lay Yuna back on the bed, Prince Jinyoung ran all the way to the throne room - informing everyone that the Lieutenant had woken up.

All of the royal household had to see the Lieutenant.

The King thanking the Lieutenant many times, The Queen giving a tight hug to Yuna and a rough kiss on both of her cheeks, the Colonel patting his own daughter’s head with tears on his eyes, the soldiers celebrating with chanting the Lieutenant’s name.

Prince Jinyoung on the other hand decided to show his actions by helping Yuna with her daily needs - which is eating, dressing her up with again, the Colonel’s permission and reading her books.

It’s been more than a week and Yuna was too weak to tell that she didn't need his help.

She knew the prince would in the end still continue to help her.

“I will be telling the Colonel that you would not need to attend battles or wars,” The Prince announced as he puts the bowl of soup on the bed-side. Yuna frowned slightly to hear his statement.

“Why not?” Yuna questioned quietly, watching Prince Jinyoung’s expression turning serious.

“Because.. You have done enough. Our Kingdom is at peace,”

“Peace doesn’t last-long, Jinyoung. What if a war breaks again? Someone has to go, I have to go,”

“No. You don’t have to. The Colonel and his men would go.” answered the prince firmly as he took the bowl of soup.

“I nearly lost you. I won’t lose you, again.” Prince Jinyoung continued and Yuna watched him before continuing.

“Why? Why do you care now?” Yuna questioned, her tone became softer as her gaze went elsewhere.

Prince Jinyoung slowly looked towards her - seeing her expression turned sorrow.

Because I love you, Yuna.

But I can’t seem to say it out loud.

I don’t know why.

“I have gone to battles and wars. This was the result every time and I would continue my everyday life as per normal. But you…” Yuna trailed off as she felt her eyes brimming with tears - when she met eye contact with the prince sitting in front of her.

“You’re making it difficult for me,” Yuna choked and Prince Jinyoung slowly put the bowl to the side, his hands traveling across her head - caressing and trailing his fingers onto the Lieutenant’s side-bangs.

There were so many things that she meant when she said that he is making it difficult for her.

Yuna has some sort of feelings for Prince Jinyoung but she is trying her best to lay it low - not wanting to grow more feelings for him.

It was impossible for her to be with him.

There was no way that Prince Jinyoung would like a woman like her.

She was positive that the Prince didn’t look at her as a woman - she was just an employee and a friend, a Lieutenant who is a commoner to him.

Yuna watches the Prince’s movements - noticing his expression that was filled with care and adoration.

She was confused with the prince’s behaviour.

She was even more confused when all of a sudden, the Prince embraced her with a hug - feeling Prince Jinyoung’s heartbeat as his hands on her back.

Yuna must be dreaming - Prince Jinyoung is hugging her, she is in his arms.

If the Colonel or the royal maids sees this, she would instantly get a lecture. After-all, Yuna is considered a commoner.

Prince Jinyoung lets go of her - his eyes were onto Yuna while standing up, his hands reaching for the bowl of soup.

“You should rest. I’ll come by again, tomorrow.” Prince Jinyoung said simply then walking towards the door - giving Yuna one last glance before closing the door of her bedroom.

Yuna looked towards the door - with a feeling of confusion.

What the hell was that?

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buckysforeverprincess · 4 years

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Young and Beautiful

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Words: 2099

Warnings: Fluff and angst and a happy ending.

A/N: Look who’s posting again and another song fic. I heard “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Rey and bam! popped out a Stucky fic. Flasbacks are in italics and the lyrics are bolded. I hope you all like it. I appreciate all feedback, it helps keep me motivated to write more. Enjoy!

Bucky stands on the balcony, sipping on a flute of champagne, staring out at the ever changing city. The lights in the distance shine against the night sky, making him think of beautiful jewels shining brightly and on display.

He sighs and glances down at the newly placed ring on his finger. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, to be loved and claimed. Something he’d never thought was possible, but standing here, looking out at the city of his youth, his dream is finally coming true.

I've seen the world, done it all Had my cake now Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now Hot summer nights, mid July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child

“What the hell, Steve?!” Bucky walks into the alleyway and sees his best friend looking worse for wear.

It’s a regular occurrence to see the scrawny blonde broken and bloody. Bucky just wished Steve would keep his mouth shut once in a while so he wouldn’t get the shit kicked outta him when he wasn’t around.

“I had ‘em on the ropes.” Steve wiped his bleeding nose on his torn and tattered shirt.

Bucky shakes his head and wraps his arms around the blond man’s shoulders. “Of course, ya did!”

Taking a sip from the glass, Bucky chuckles at the memory. Steve could never keep himself outta trouble and no matter what, Bucky was always there to help him up when he’d fall. That’s just what James Buchanan Barnes has done from the moment they met as children.

Not much has changed, the Captain always in a crusade to save the world, Bucky still by his side. Through the many years and lifetimes, the battles and wars, Hydra and his conditioning, empires crumbling, everything changing and evolving.

One thing has stayed the same. Through the vast years, the heartaches and pain, shed tears and loss. Bucky will always be there, at the ready, to protect and serve by Steve’s side. His best friend. The man he will finally get to marry and spend the rest of his days with. The man he’d be able to call his husband.

“She’s beautiful. You should ask her out.” Bucky nurses his whiskey at the bar, the Captain standing next to him, a smile on his face.

Steve shrugs. “And what about you? What’ll you do… stand there watching like I use ‘ta?”

Bucky down the rest of his drink, letting the liquor burn his throat. “Why not? It’s not every day my best guy finds the right partner.”

“Buck…”

“It’s okay, Steve. I get it…,” Bucky begins, the already consumed alcohol making his lips a little looser than normal. “...she’s perfect and everything you’ve ever wanted. You deserve your happily ever after. I can’t fault you for that.” He lowers his head, the last part coming out as a whisper.

Steve wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulder and pulls him in close, his mouth close to his ear. “You’ll always be my best guy. It’ll always be you.”

Bucky bites his bottom lip and nods his head. Steve’s words play on repeat in his head. ‘It’ll always be you.’ The ring specially crafted to fit his robotic arm is proof of that.

Growing up in Brooklyn it was always the two of them. They fought together on those streets and back alleys, Bucky protecting the man he loved. Steve in turn, fought for and found him on that table, risking his own life for that love. Their love has spanned more than one lifetime and continues to shine everyday no matter what life throws at them.

I've seen the world, lit it up As my stage now Channeling angels in a new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you play for me at your show And all the ways, I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul

Bucky wakes, the space next to him as cold as the warm July weather allows. A slight breeze makes him sit up and look around the room, Steve sitting out on the fire escape.

Getting up, Bucky throws on his boxers and grabs a cigarette, lighting it and moving out to sit down next to Steve.

“How long ya been out here, punk?”

Steve shrugs, not facing Bucky, staring out into the morning sun. “Are you gonna marry Dot?”

Bucky inhales deeply around the stick in his mouth and lets it out. “Really, that’s how you wanna start the day?” He chuckles.

Steve nods his head, still avoiding contact with the brown head sitting next to him. “I just… she’s smitten, and it wouldn’t be farfetched for you to make a life with her.”

Throwing the cigarette from the balcony, Bucky sighs heavily and places his arm around the skinny man’s shoulder. “You really questioning that after last night and every other night together, Steve? You’re always gonna be my best guy, no fake marriage is gonna change that. You’re it for me. I love you, Stevie.”

Steve finally looks at Bucky, blue eyes meeting each other, tears welling up threatening to fall. “Will you love me when I’m old and gray and can barely walk?”

“Till the end of the line. You can’t ever get rid of me, punk.” Bucky leans in, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Thanks, jerk.”

The sounds of the party bring him back from his memories, reminding him why he came out into the night air in the first place. He needed a moment to think and process, everything had become overwhelming and he just needed a moment to breathe.

Steve had taken him by surprise when he’d gotten down on one knee and asked for his hand, making their lifetime of love worth every second of living. Bucky knows he said yes, knows there was a passionate kiss and lots of cheering, knows it was real, but he needed some air. Some time to remember how they got here and what they’ve had to overcome to get to this point. He needed time to reflect on how that scrawny kid from Brooklyn still loved him after everything the world had thrown at him and would continue to love him until his last breath.

“Don’t do this, Buck… I’m begging you.” Steve’s grip on Bucky’s waist becomes tighter, not willing to accept what he’d just been told.

“Steve… it’s for the best.”

“I just got you back, how am I supposed to handle you leaving again.” Steve’s eyes begin to water, a tear falls down his cheek.

Bucky’s arms wrap around the blond as they have many times before. “I’m not leaving, you know exactly where I’ll be. Shuri and T’Challa are gonna keep me safe and when I’m better…”

“You are better. I told you before, what happened wasn’t your fault. You can’t keep blaming yourself for it.” Steve’s full on crying now.

“I still did it. No matter how brainwashed I was, it was still me. That’s not something I can ever forget.”

“But I just got you back…” Steve whispers but Bucky can still hear it through the tears.

“And you’re never gonna lose me. I promised you till the end of the line. I’ve never broken it and I don’t intend to now.”

Steve looks up at him, his face red and broken. “One day… in this new age… I’m gonna marry you.”

Bucky kisses Steve softly on his puffy lips. “Sounds like the end of the line just got a bit longer.”

The smile on his face shines, even when he finishes the last of the champagne in his glass, especially when he feels the arms wrap around his waist. A new warmth engulfs him and a blond head slots itself in the cook of his neck, kissing him softly, making Bucky hum.

“You okay?”

Bucky chuckles and moves to kiss Steve’s cheek. “Of course, punk. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been out here for a while and I was missing you. Thought I should check on my fiancé… make sure he’s okay.”

Bucky beams. ‘Fiancé’ That’s what they were, now. It only took a century to get here, but they made it. Bucky and Steve would finally get their happily ever after.

“I just needed a moment. Didn’t mean to skip out on my best guy.”

“Say it again.” Steve whispers into his ear.

“My best guy. It’s always been you.”

Dear lord, when I get to heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes tell me that you'll let him in Father tell me if you can All that grace, all that body All that face, makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

“It’s my fault… everything that happened was my fault.” Steve lowers his head, shame and guilt coursing through him.

Bucky scoffs and shakes his head, knowing full well what Steve’s getting at.

“I made that choice. I could’ve gone home, but I stayed. What happened after was because of me.”

“No, Bucky… if I wouldn’t have gone after Schmidt…”

“You did what you thought was right. You wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t.” Bucky tried to reassure him.

“If I hadn’t… you never would’ve fallen…” Steve trails off, unable to continue.

“And if I hadn’t, I’d have died back in Brooklyn, old and gray, all while watching you stay young and beautiful. You’d have married Peggy and had a life together and I’d die just how I lived… without ever truly being with my best guy.”

Steve stares at him, his words most likely the truth and hitting too close for comfort.

“I chose to follow you, Steve. I’ve been doing it my entire life and I’ll do it until the day I die. It’s time to let go of the guilt.”

“Peggy once told me to allow you the dignity of your choice.”

“She was a smart woman.” Bucky grins.

“I think she knew. Even back then. Even though I never told her.”

“You did crash a plane even though there were other options available.” Bucky reminds him.

“I thought it was the end of the line.” Steve admits with a hushed voice.

“It’ll never be the end of our line. Our time is now.”

“Dance with me?” Steve asks, soft kisses peppering Bucky’s neck.

Bucky turns around to face the love of his life, their eyes meet like it’s the first time all over again. He’ll never get tired of it. Every time is like falling for the man. From the scrawny kid that’d never back down from a fight, to the super soldier who’d give everything to save the world. He’d fallen many times over for this man and would every day for the rest of his life.

“There’s no music, Steve.” Bucky smiles and begins to sway his hips, his fiancé following suit.

“We’ll make our own.”

Bucky moves in a circle a tune playing in his head. “We’ve always moved to the beat of our own drum.”

Steve nods in agreement. “We always will. Nothing will ever stand in our way.”

His chest swells, and his heart skips a beat. This was everything. The love between them never ending. The culmination of their entire lives leading up to this moment. A century changing and evolving, allowing two Brooklyn boys in love to finally have this life. Nothing would ever stand in their way again.

“Till the end of the line.” Bucky grins up at his fiancé, the night sky surrounding them.

“Till the end of the line, and more.”

Will you still love me When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me When I've got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?

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Célèbre

“You know, Etien, I still cannot believe you agreed to this, when it feels as though you only just returned from your year-long sojourn.”

“I’ve never been to a proper Ishgardian gala,” she replied, meeting Aymeric’s eyes in the mirror with a smile. “Well, I suppose excepting our wedding reception. So this would only be my second one.”

Aymeric laughed softly. “Then it would stand to reason that we had better make it special, hmm?”

“What do you mean?”

He settled his hands on her shoulders, his palms warm on her skin even after she’d soaked in hot water. “What did you plan to wear?”

“The dress from Starlight,” she replied, turning to look at him. “Did you have something different in mind?”

“I did,” he admitted. He stepped to his armoire, aware of Etien’s gaze on him, and peeled back a layer of linen over a garment hung there.

“Oh,” Etien breathed, only just audible where she sat. “My goodness.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. Ye gods, how long has this been here? How did I never find it?”

“Well, you aren’t prone to snooping, so that would explain it, I think.”

Etien giggled. “Fair enough. Can I put it on?”

“You may, though you might require some assistance, as it does lace up the back.”

“I could lace it up myself, I’m sure.”

“Let me help you? Please, Etien. I missed getting to do these simple things for you that one settles into in the everyday. We… have never really had an ‘everyday,’ have we?”

She exhaled sharply but quietly through her nose, rising from where she was seated before the mirror. “No, we haven’t. What was the longest we had? A fortnight? A moon?”

“Long enough to form habits to miss when it was over.” Aymeric sighed, handing the dress to Etien so she could get into it and do up the busks.

“That is the size of it.”

He watched her start at the bottom and work her way up, the boning conforming to her body as the dress took its proper form around her.

“Wow, it looks like the night—Aymeric.”

“Yes?”

She looked up at him, teeth glinting as a sly smile spread over her lips. “The night sky?”

He returned the smile, glad his thinking had been understandable to her. “After drawing the fabric of night across Norvrandt, I only thought it fair that you drape it over your body to conclude. It looks quite lovely.”

She looked down, examining the dress now that it was on her, considering the flecks of shimmering silver, stars in a bed of deep blue. The crystals accentuating her bust served much the same purpose, though despite their glint, they were more like clouds on the horizon.

She nodded in approval, stepping closer to Aymeric again and turning, offering the loose lacing to him.

“You’ll let me know the second it’s too tight, yes?”

“Yes, but I don’t think you can crush me more than the weight of—all right, ease up a little.”

With a little chuckle, he slackened the laces. “Better?”

“A little tighter, please.”

“Remember, you will want to dance.”

“Oh, will I?” She gave him an easy, amused smile. “I know. I just like the pressure that firm lacing brings. It feels more secure.”

Aymeric tugged the laces, holding them and slowly pulling them until Etien said with a nod, “Perfect.”

He tied the laces into a bow, commenting, “Not to mention, the guest of honor has to be resplendent.”

“Guest of honor?” Etien crinkled her nose slightly, striding across the room to grab her sapphire earrings.

“Indeed. Let me see what Estinien’s invitation to this event said.”

Etien paused in slipping the earring into her piercing. “Why do you have Estinien’s invitation?”

Without looking up, Aymeric answered. “He brought it here to ask me what I knew about this, and I had to tell him, as shockingly little as he did. But, this is how it reads. You are cordially invited to the Fortemps residence to join the family in celebrating the return of Etien Mellifer de Borel, champion of Ishgard and sister to Lord Artoirel, Count de Fortemps. Guests are also encouraged to offer their congratulations to her and her husband Ser Aymeric as they celebrate their first year of marriage.”

“Well, it’s been two, hasn’t it?” she asked, squinting to help herself remember as she scrutinized herself in the mirror.

“Only the Fury knows that, my dearest.”

A wistful look came over her. “Was it really a year ago?”

“It was. Though it feels longer when you recall that we spent a fortnight in the Black Shroud and we were called back to Ala Mhigo nearly as soon as our feet had touched the stones of the airship landing again.”

“Oh, right, and it was so cold when we got back.”

“A misfortune of the changing seasons.”

Etien responded in the affirmative with only a soft “Mm” in the back of her throat. The seasons. It felt like she hadn’t experienced a season in years. That was what had thrown her internal clock off the mark for so long after she’d started adventuring outside the greater Twelveswood.

Eventually, the systems of her body had adjusted to the new normal of traveling to and fro between wildly differing climes and locations, and she’d been learning to deal with that in its time, as well. And it was certainly better to do so here at home, where there was no gritting her teeth and pressing forward despite the sensations low in her belly, the flick of her tail a beckoning flag to anyone who could interpret the signal.

But she didn’t want just anyone. She wanted the man now holding out her fur-lined cloak to her, so they could step out and take the short walk to Fortemps Manor.

Not the Nuhn. Her husband.

Etien shrugged into the cloak, her earrings swaying where they dangled from her ears, and feeling suddenly both very mature and like she was playing dress-up in clothing that was too grown-up, too fancy for her.

As much as she had enjoyed how she looked in the mirror, as much as she liked wearing pretty dresses, being dressed now in something so fine, boned corsetry and crystal-studded netting, felt odd compared to the leather and metal layers of the armory.

But then, she didn’t want to always be the battle-maiden. She quite liked being a happy housewife, soft and in love. She even didn’t really mind being a noblewoman in title, even if it didn’t feel quite right.

She took Aymeric’s offered arm and let her chin lift in something akin to pride as they strode to the door and out into the crisply cold night. She could play this role as well as any other, frippery and furs the uniform of the high houses.

A cheer went up as Etien and Aymeric’s outerwear was taken, a few guests lifting their drinks and calling their greetings.

Etien’s ears moved to dip in embarrassment, but they flicked forward again as she fought the urge to be overly modest.

She waved to the people still looking at her, giving them as wide of a smile as she could manage. She slipped her hand into Aymeric’s, leading him away from the door.

“We had better go find, Artoirel, don’t you think?” she said, the look in her eyes shockingly urgent to him.

“Of course. Lead the way, if you think you know where he is.”

They found Artoirel and Emmanellain sitting together, Artoirel making his way through a story he didn’t seem to want to be telling, Emmanellain lounged boredly beside him.

Both looked up as the pair approached, overjoyed at the distraction to ease their respective burdens.

“Etien! I’m so glad you have arrived,” Artoirel said, taking her elbows to pull her closer and press a single kiss to her cheek. “You have saved me from the most dull conversation I may ever have had. Though I feel they may want to hear your stories now,” he told her, voice low so only she, Aymeric, and Emmanellain could hear him.

The three of them laughed. “Yes, it’s good to see you, too,” Etien replied. “Go, host your party. Hopefully I’m as good of a storyteller as I am an archer.”

“Is that not part of being a bard?” Emmanellain asked, sitting down again.

“Well—it is,” she began.

Emmanellain just chuckled as he took a sip of the wine he’d put down when she’d arrived.

“Were there no skirts you were seeking and pursuing?” she asked him, sitting down herself, smoothing the material of her dress over her knees, spine straight.

She ran through every story she could share without revealing so much of the truth—tales from the Crystarium, mostly, all the details removed so she had only traveled to “a distant city”—and could feel herself beginning to fade and falter.

For a blessing, again, someone approached the couch she was now perched on, having replaced Artoirel before.

And when she looked up to see who it was, she broke into a wide smile, more genuine than her earlier one.

She moved to rise, but was encouraged to stay seated as he approached, sliding his fingers under hers.

Estinien lifted Etien’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss just above her knuckles, so her wedding ring hit his chin. “Viscountess.”

“Estinien, please,” she murmured.

“Lady Borel, then.”

“Estinien,” she repeated, her voice slightly more affected.

“Etien. You look radiant. Let me guess, Aymeric picked that dress out?”

She looked down at the dress, admiring it again. “He did. Another winner. He dresses me so well.”

“Fine taste in wine, fine taste in a woman, and fine taste in her clothing, that’s our Aymeric.”

She looked up to see Aymeric blushing under their praise, trying to hide it in the crystal goblet Estinien had handed him. Her eyes crinkled and lip pulled back in a playful grin. “Truly.” She sighed, dropping her hands to her lap. “I tire of chatter.” She rose. “Can we dance, Aymeric?”

He stammered for a moment, handing over his glass and giving Estinien’s back to him, one in each hand. Then, he offered his hand for Etien to take, and lead him to the space cleared for dancing.

The hired musicians were playing a slower song, a waltz they were fond of, when Aymeric and Etien reached the dance floor. So it was even easier to flow with the music, natural as walking.

“Is this the first time we’ve danced since you came home?” Aymeric asked, tilting his head as they turned.

“Certainly for longer than a single boxstep as we maneuvered around each other,” Etien admitted. “We still don’t dance enough.”

“Hard to find the time, when the battlefield has to take precedence over the dance floor.”

“But not right now. Ghimlyt is quiet, Norvrandt is at peace, and the Coerthan night is cold and beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Aymeric replied.

Etien’s eyes closed slowly, accompanied by a light sigh as she accepted the compliment. “I’m blessed to be welcomed home and celebrated by a loving family and in the treasured company of my darling husband. Anyone would look beautiful when they were so happy.”

“I’ve half a mind to kiss you right now.”

“And why not the whole mind, ser?”

Laughing, Aymeric drew her closer and bent to kiss her.

It was a quick, chaste thing, and yet a whisper and a whoop went through the guests assembled. Caught.

Etien giggled, lifting a hand to her lips as they both stepped back, putting some distance between their bodies.

“There are some things which are somehow never acceptable,” Aymeric sighed. “Shall we continue this elsewhere?”

“That was why not the whole mind, wasn’t it?” she asked as they scampered down a hallway.

“I don’t suppose we can fault people for holding onto social rules that don’t cause anyone any real harm,” he said with a light shrug, moving closer to the window they stood before, watching the night sky mirror Etien’s gown in a darker, more wintry shade. “It likely will become something of the city-state’s quirk, eventually a value of the elderly that the youth ignore despite being chastised, and then someday, be gone completely. Perhaps that will be the sign we’re fully a part of the Alliance.”

“I refuse to make a habit of asking about Alliance politics, when I’m only there to offer my feet-on-the-ground perspective to half the leaders attending, but are you not already an integrated part? After all that to-do before the Sultana’s banquet, and then after Azys Lla? I admit, I was fairly distracted in both circumstances, but I could have sworn… and if they insist on dragging three-quarters of the Congregation out every time a cannon goes off--”

“Etien,” Aymeric said quietly, taking her hand. “I know I started it, but we aren’t here to speak of the Alliance. We’re here to celebrate that you’re finally, finally home. And, to people who paid attention, to rejoice in the anniversary of our union.”

“Right,” she replied, voice soft as her gaze turned from the window to their threaded hands between them. “Happy anniversary, darling.”

“There’s no poetry already written or that I could compose now that would fully capture how this last year—these last two years, the three years I’ve had the privilege to know you—have been the most joy-filled of my life, for all the hell we’ve seen within them. I only wish we had ever gotten to spend much time together in that span.”

“What, stolen moments in your office and long weekends of me pretending I was your average runaway-turned-immigrant to Ishgard weren’t enough?”

“No,” he admitted. “I accept it, because all the time I get to have with you is precious, and because we both have the pressure of our acquired positions, but… sometimes I do wish we were ‘normal’. That we didn’t have to pretend.”

Etien was silent for a while, the mix of moonlight and distant lighting of the house making her eyes glisten—or perhaps that was a result of held-back tears. She blinked twice rapidly and then gave her response. “Me too.”

Far away on the dance floor, the music swelled, and with it, Aymeric’s heart. Despite the world and the myriad duties they had to fulfill in it pulling them apart, how many moments had they had like this? Where it was just the two of them, ensconced in their own little world where the stars shone only for them?

He could think of a few times, and in them, he had always felt so alive. Alive and in love, there with Etien and knowing that no matter what happened in the next moment, who needed them and what had to be done, those moments were theirs. And they were spending them together, wanting to be nowhere else.

If he had to steal them, then he would be the best thief the world had ever seen.

“You know,” he mused, trying desperately to lighten the mood and make up for bringing it so low, “out there, they can stop us from expressing our affection, but when it’s just the two of us, and we are supposed to be celebrating…”

Etien took a second, but then she gave him a grin, the one that made her eyeteeth glimmer in the moonlight. “When could they ever really stop us?”

She rubbed his thumb while they still held hands, then let him pick her up and met his lips with her own eagerly, one hand cupping his cheek, fingers catching stray strands of his hair between them, and the other arm slung over his shoulders. The typical position for when he held her aloft like that, attempting to support some of her own weight, but trusting him enough that she didn’t need to worry about letting her legs hang unsupported. She didn’t scrabble for purchase. He had her, as he always had her.

They broke for breath, and when she’d had her fill of air, she spoke. “I didn’t get to say it before, foolishly choosing to joke, but I want to make sure it’s said. I was nervous the day we met, even though Haurchefant told me I had nothing to worry about. I don’t think he had any idea what the years held for us, but he was right regardless. These have been three of the longest years of my life, but it’s like I said in my letters. A life with you is better than any alternative. I want slow years with you, so I can savor the time… rare though it is.”

“It won’t always be.”

“That’s what I’ve been praying for.”

“I intend to make it so, sooner rather than later.”

“Oh, please do,” she breathed, pulling him in again for a more heated kiss.

They separated when they heard footsteps, but it was too late.

Estinien had taken in the tableau, familiar though it was, in some ways. Etien’s right ear visible to the side of Aymeric’s head, a leg hooked over his hip, one exposed silver pump glinting in the dim light.

And then, the sheepish expressions, until they saw who it was that had come to them.

“I had come to bring you your abandoned wine, Aymeric,” Estinien began, “but I see you’re drinking deep of something else.”

“Aye, well…” he cleared his throat. “You’re welcome to join us, if you can keep quiet.”

“Oh, not a peep,” he assured the couple. “I cannot say I wouldn’t have been more shameless if it had been me.”

“It can be,” Etien said. “Would you say we’ve been here long enough, Aymeric? I never know how much time needs to pass before we look rude.”

“We had better take another turn talking to people,” he said with a near groan, taking his wine from Estinien. “Then we can leave. Bag up some celebration to bring home.”

Etien giggled, hooking her arms through both Aymeric’s and Estinien’s for a moment, before they went back into the party.

She would certainly be more a lively guest with that to look forward to.

#fic #Aytien #Wyrmelliferel #suggestive but not like...#please do not expect me to use accents properly in titles XD

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