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ifmywishescametrue · 3 years

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omg now im jealous about all of the breaking up and making up stories!!! they're all so wonderful but is it okay to ask for a steve/tony one? i know you've made one inspired by ts (amazing) and this time, maybe they meet/bump in a coffee shop? idk angst potential but also hopeful/happy ending aahhh. your stories are amazing esp ivy!!! thank you! <3

thank you so much!! it ended up being more cute than angsty, but I hope you like it!

Steve's pencil drifts idly across the page of his sketchbook with no end vision in mind. He's killing time until Nat shows up, which could be anywhere between the next five minutes and the next two hours with her vague text that simply said running late. When he looks up to reach for his near empty coffee cup, he freezes with his hand in the middle of the air.

At first he thinks it might not even actually be him. Tony's hair was never quite this well styled before, always a tangled mop on his head that sometimes fell into his eyes. Steve used to spend hours sometimes running his fingers through those wild curls while Tony slept on his chest. It's been tamed since then, cut shorter and held into place by some type of product. The facial hair is new, too. He remembers a time when it would always come in patchy and uneven, and Tony would pout as he shaved away the latest attempt at looking older than he was. The eighteen year old boy in oversized hoodies and stained jeans he met years ago has been replaced by a man in a well-pressed, expensive looking suit with a leather briefcase, like he just stepped out of a boardroom a minute ago. From what Steve has read about his life since they broke up, he probably did.

Steve stares without fully meaning to and for much longer than he would have if it was intentional. He watches him order his drink and smiles when the barista’s eyes widen at what he knows is an overly complicated order, wondering if Tony ever did finish his quest to find that perfect combination of syrup flavors, sugar, and cream that only he would ever like.

He catches the double take when Tony notices him there, right as he’s taking his first sip of the iced drink, and the cough when he chokes on it is anything but subtle. Steve looks away with red cheeks and tries to pretend he wasn’t staring, but it’s a futile effort. He can’t say he minds, though. Not when it means Tony walks over to him and unceremoniously drops himself into the chair across from him.

His mouth forms a familiar smirk, and he says, “You seem to have a staring problem, Rogers.”

Suddenly, Steve is nineteen again, falling hopelessly in love with the boy in his introductory chemistry class. It felt sort of like fate at first when they were paired together for the final project, and Steve remembers thinking that his chances were shot to hell when Tony sat down next to him and said those exact words. He never was any good at being discreet.

Back then, for that first time, all he could manage was a stuttered apology in response. But eventually it became their thing. Something just for them that no one else could ever understand. When Steve would watch him from across the room at parties, because he knew how much Tony loved having his eyes on him, and Tony would saunter over with that same smirk and those same words, there was only ever one reply.

“Guess I just really like what I see,” Steve says, and Tony’s face splits into a grin that matches Steve’s own. He’s still beautiful, even if it’s different now. Less softness to his appearance and more defined edges and sharp lines, but heart stoppingly beautiful nonetheless. He doesn’t quite say as much, but he does comment, “You do look good, by the way. Different, but good.”

Tony’s smile softens into another familiar one. It’s his smile for compliments, when he’s thinking self-deprecating thoughts that he won’t voice. Instead he’ll turn the attention back around, shifting the spotlight.

“So do you. The good part, but not really the different part.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, contemplating if not looking different contributes to the good or not. He should look different somehow, shouldn’t he? After two and a half years not seeing each other in person and what feels like a lifetime’s worth of heartbreak in between then and now, he should look as changed as he feels. As changed as Tony looks now, like he’s someone new entirely. He’s pretty sure the t-shirt he’s wearing now is one he owned back then.

“Thanks,” Steve says anyway, for lack of anything better.

Just before it has the chance to fall into awkward silence, Tony says, “I didn’t know you were in New York these days. I would’ve called or something if I’d known.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Would you have?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I would’ve thought about it, at least. You know, stalked you online, found your number, dialed and hung up a few times.”

Steve laughs, fiddling with the straw wrapper from earlier to give himself something to look at other than Tony. “I moved back last year. Thought about calling, but I figured you were busy. Didn’t want to waste your time.”

It’s only a partial truth. He did think about calling when he came to Brooklyn after his year-long internship in London ended, but he didn’t want to know what Tony would say if he did. If he would have some sort of transparent excuse to avoid seeing him or if it would be an outright rejection.

“I would’ve made time for you,” Tony says, so painfully sincere that Steve has to look up again to meet his eyes.

He wonders if Tony is thinking of that last fight, if it’s a purposeful or coincidental reference to some of what Steve said. It was by far the worst fight they’d ever had, all over the phone with an ocean between them and so many things that Steve still wishes he could take back. Accusations flew on both sides until the entire thing was blown so completely out of proportion, yet impossible to reel back in. He should have just hung up the phone before it went that far. Before he could tell Tony that he always felt unimportant compared to everything else in his life, which was sometimes true but entirely unfair. Before Tony could say that Steve talked about Peggy in the same way he used to talk about him, and he didn’t have to finish the thought for Steve to understand the implication.

“Are we talking about it?” Steve asks.

Tony shrugs, feigning casual, but just the corner of his lip is between his teeth in that way that means he’s nervous and trying to hide it. “I guess that depends on what this is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we said back then that maybe it was just bad timing. You were in London, and I was in Boston until graduation, and it was always going to be a bit of a mess, but there was always that someday chance, right? So maybe this is someday, and we talk about it, and try to get it right this time,” Tony says. “Or maybe that was just something we said and didn’t mean, and I ask you about your life, and you ask about mine, and we talk and laugh and pretend that we’re friends again for the next half hour or so before we go our separate ways.”

It’s an easy choice, really. If there’s one thing that Steve’s sure of, it’s that it’s always been him and always will be.

“I don’t want to go separate ways,” Steve says. “The first time was hard enough, and I never really moved on. I got better, but I don’t think I’ve been more than just fine in a long time.”

Tony nods slowly, “I kept thinking you would call, you know. Back then. I thought you would call and tell me that it was a mistake and it would be okay again, but you never did. Although, I guess I could’ve called, too.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“For the same reason as you, probably. I couldn’t risk it if you didn’t want me again. Couldn’t risk getting back together just to break up again, either. We weren’t exactly the poster children for making long distance work.”

“We were terrible at it, weren’t we?”

Tony’s smile is tinged with the pain of the past. “It’s kind of funny because I remember thinking that it might be a good thing for us when you told me about London. Can’t get sick of somebody if they’re not always around.”

“You thought I would get sick of you? You never told me that.”

“Why would I?” Tony laughs. “Just put all my insecurities on display like that? Come on, Steve, that doesn’t sound like me, does it?”

Steve laughs with him briefly, “No, but I could’ve told you back then that it wasn’t possible. Told you that I wanted you around all the time and I missed you every second you were gone. I might’ve even stayed if you had told me. I was thinking about it, you know? I almost turned the internship down. Probably would’ve if you’d asked even once for me not to go.”

“It was your career. I never would’ve asked you to give that up for me.”

“There would have been something else. Another job somewhere closer to you.”

“I still wouldn’t have asked,” Tony says. “And I would have told you to go if you’d said you were staying.”

Steve knows that, which is why they never talked about it much before he left. Tony pretended to be happy for him, and Steve pretended to be happy for himself, when really it already felt like the beginning of the end. A year apart is longer than it seems, and it didn’t take more than a few months to realize it.

“I never…” Steve starts, trailing off when he doesn’t quite know how to finish the sentence. “There was never anyone else. Not while we were together, and never with Peggy.”

“I know. I knew back then, too, that you were never that kind of person. Jealousy’s just a real bitch sometimes.”

“There’s really not been anyone since, either,” Steve adds, and Tony’s mouth quirks into a half smile. “I mean, a couple of people here and there, but nothing like what we were.”

“There’s not a whole lot out there like what we were, is there?”

Steve smiles, leaning back in his chair, “No, there’s really not. But I do remember reading a rumor that you got engaged.”

Tony groans, and it’s so much like he used to sound when he was nine pages deep into a ten page essay at three in the morning that Steve has to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh. That rumor haunts me, Steven,” Tony says, belied by a grin that he seemingly can’t control. “Do you know how I found out about my supposed engagement? When my mother called and asked why I hadn’t told her I was planning on proposing.”

“So I’m still the only person you’ve ever proposed to,” Steve teases, just for the way he knows Tony will get indignant about it.

“How many times do I have to tell you that one didn’t count?”

“You were on one knee, you asked a question, and you had a ring. All the boxes are checked, sweetheart.”

“It was a blue raspberry ring pop, and you ate it,” Tony argues. “Not to mention that I actually asked you to marry me someday in the distant future. That’s not a proposal.”

Steve laughs again, thinking about that day in the middle of their living room, just a few weeks before Steve got the call that would take him to London and change everything. It was almost like a joke, and for anyone else it would have been. Not for them, though, because Steve remembers the look in Tony’s eyes when he dropped down in front of him, spur of the moment and impulsive like almost everything was back then. He remembers how it still felt like a promise, even if it wasn’t the real thing.

“But I said yes, which I think technically means we’re still engaged.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony scoffs. “It’s going to be a production when we get engaged. Elaborate and planned and romantic as hell.”

“When, huh?” Steve grins.

Tony’s cheeks pinken a touch, but he doesn’t take it back. He reaches for Steve’s hand on the table. “Yeah, when. Is that alright with you?”

Steve threads their fingers together, holding on tight. “That’s alright with me.”

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football-writing · 3 years

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I love you out loud

Summary: Last part of the miniseries!! The new season starts and Mason has to leave after spending his holidays with Y/N. Feelings are accidentally revealed in the process.

Note: aahhh it’s the last part! Inspiration doesn’t often strike me like this and I’m so happy it was well received :) thanks everyone for reading ! Hope you enjoy this last part too💙

Warnings: Mason’s mum makes a guest appearance again, some curse words as always and *feelingssss*

Mason was hurrying around the house trying to gather all his things for the first training of the season. After the euros and his holidays, she had spend most of her time at his house. But now it was time for him to start training at Cobham again, and she was there to wave him goodbye. It was their little ritual for when he started a new season; they would have one last day together to eat all the snacks that he wasn’t allowed to eat when the season started again, before they would say their goodbyes as his family picked him up so they could say goodbye too. It was the last day they had together before getting back to their respective busy lives.

But now it was time for Mason to leave, and he was running around the house trying to find everything he needed, while she was waiting amusedly for him.

“Okay, Y/N I think I have everything.” He finally said as he came jogging down the stairs with his training bag.

“Good, I was thinking I’d have to sit here all day waiting for you.”

“Oh shut it, you. You could’ve helped me look for my stuff too, we’d have more time left together.”

“Now, what would be the fun in that?” She laughed with him and ruffled his hair as he sat down next to her on the couch, putting the bag down beside him. Truth is, she didn’t want him to leave so soon. Their time together this year was the best time they’d had together, and she felt they had grown closer over everything that happened.

Unbeknownst to her, Mason felt the same. If he could extend the start of his season a bit, he would do it in a heartbeat just so he could spend more time with her. As much as he loved football, he had come to find out that he loved her too, and maybe even more so than his love for the sport. Although he had thought of telling her, he ultimately decided against it. With both of their lives being so busy, and him not even sure if she reciprocated his feelings, he figured it was best not to risk their friendship.

“I can’t believe the new season’s already starting. It feels like these holidays went by way too quickly.” She sighed as she broke their silence.

“I know.”

“Are you excited?”

“Maybe. I’m happy to see everyone again, hopefully get the groove back on for the first game” he chuckled. “but I could’ve used a couple more days off.”

She was about to agree, when his phone pinged with a text from his mum saying they were almost there.

“Well, I guess it’s really time for me to go now.” He spoke sadly as both of them stood up.

They both walked towards the front door, and she leaned against the doorframe as he stepped outside.

“Good luck, Mase.” She called out softly after him.

“Good luck? For training? I think I’ll manage, Y/N.” He laughed at her.

“Oh, shush you. Just accept it.” She rolled her eyes, a smile forming on her lips nonetheless.

“Fine. Thanks.” He deadpanned. “I gotta go now, I love you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them froze. He turned around with a shocked expression on his face, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly wide. Neither of them had ever said ‘I love you’ before. They expressed their love without saying it, just by being there for each other. Besides, Mason’s reaction to his own words told her that they had more than just a friendly undertone.

“Y/N- I’m so sorry I take that back.” He said as he panicked.

“You.. You take it back?” She questioned. He was looking anywhere but her right now, only nodding slowly at her question.

“Well, if you take it back than I won’t say it back either.” She said matter-of-factly.

The speed with which he turned around to look her right in the eyes, his mouth agape with pure shock, was almost comical if it hadn’t been for his previous confession.

“Would you.. Wait what?” He spluttered out.

He took a step forward quickly as he realised what she meant, his hands reaching out for her waist.

“I won’t take it back.” He whispered then, his eyes focused on hers.

“I love you too, Mase.” She whispered back, a smile taking over his features at her confession. Never in a million years would he have guessed she would feel the same, that this would ever happen. And now here they are.

And as they’re looking into each other’s eyes, both leaning in to finally, finally, kiss for the first time, a loud car honk broke them apart.

“Oh my god! I called it!” His mother yelled from the open car window from the car that was now stood in front of Mason’s house.

Mason threw his head back and let out a low groan in frustration as his mother interrupted their moment, while she just laughed at the whole situation. This was completely surreal.

“Well. I guess I really have to go now. Sorry about her.” He said as he pointed to his mum, looking at her apologetically.

“S’okay.” She smiled up at him. If it wasn’t for him now being painfully aware of his mum being there, he would get lost into her beautiful eyes. He’s still awestruck by the fact that she actually likes him back. Hell, she loves him.

“So. Goodbye, Y/N.” He says after clearing his throat, before awkwardly waving at her as he walked towards the car.

“Mase?” She called out sweetly. He turned around with a hopeful expression. Did she still want to kiss him?

“You forgot your training bag.”

“Fuck.”

#and they lived happily ever after✨#lol #mason mount fic #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount miniseries #mason mount #thanks for sticking around y’all it was pleasure writing this

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c-is-writing · 3 years

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extinguished

pairing: kara danvers x gn!reader

genre: 100% angst

word count: 1577

warnings: none

a/n: aahhh writing a full angst was a bit hard for me bc i still need to practice writing angst but i hope that this at least makes your heart ache >:DD

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12 unread messages, 4 voicemails, 2 cold dinners, and 1 missed date. The dimly lit kitchen feels suffocating as the last candle finally burns out. You watch as the wisps of smoke float through the air before fading away. You know, candles are such interesting and versatile objects. They can be used to express a variety of emotions like calm or somberness. These hard wax pillars can soften overtime once a flame is ignited within them, creating a warm glow that surrounds them. However, like all good things, the flame slowly burns out until there’s nothing left to burn, leaving a thin trail of smoke in its wake.

Distracted by your thoughts as you watch the grey swirls fill the air, you don’t notice the arrival of a certain blonde. Before you can lose yourself once again in your thoughts, a voice calls out for you. Turning around, you see your girlfriend standing in front of the balcony door in her Supergirl regalia. You let out a sigh as you turn away from her, choosing to focus on the plate in front of you. The clicking of boots on the hardwood floor grow louder and louder before coming to a stop. A soft hand is gently placed on yours, resting on the dining table. Kara kneels beside you as she pulls your hand towards her, bringing your attention lower to face her. Running a hand through her wind-blown hair, she lets out a heavy sigh. You already know what’s about to happen as you hear the three words you’re beginning to really despise.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Kara says, voice filled with guilt.

Shaking your head, you give her a small smile. “Please, stop saying that Kara.”

Taken aback by your response, she’s left at a complete loss for words. You brush a strand of hair out of her face as you continue.

“I know that you’re sorry, Kara, but I’m beginning to think that you’re sorry for a lot more than missing another dinner date.”

“What? What do you mean?”

There’s no way she could be that clueless, right? The painful smile quickly drops from your face as you lock eyes with the crouching woman.

Annoyance seeps into your voice as you speak. “You’re kidding me, right? Do not play oblivious with me, Kara.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N. What do you mean by, ‘I’m sorry for a lot more than missing dinner’?”

“No, I don’t believe you” --you scoff-- “There’s no absolute way in hell you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Kara drops your hand and instantly stands up, getting into a defensive stance.

“We can’t talk about this properly if you won’t tell me what the problem is. So, spit it out, Y/N. What is the problem with me? What do you know about me that I don’t know?”

You quickly stand up, pushing the chair back, and point an accusing finger at her. Frustrated with the whole ordeal, you begin to rant.

“What’s the problem? What’s the problem?! Kara, I can see it in your eyes. Those bright blue eyes that used to look at me in adoration no longer do that. That shine in your eyes whenever I cooked your favorite meals dulled. What happened to us, Kara? Am I not enough for you anymore? You barely text me that you’re okay whenever you finish Supergirl duties. You’ve missed countless dates, always brushing me off in favor of doing other things and going to other places. Hell, you don’t even cuddle with me in bed anymore! There’s no lingering touches, sleepy kisses, nothing.”

At this point, you want to continue your speech but angry sobs rack your body, interrupting your train of thought. The dark apartment goes silent as Kara watches as you wipe at your burning tears. In a soft voice, Kara tries to reason with you.

“Y/N. I-” -- she sighs -- “I don’t know where to begin except for the fact that I’m sorry about hurting you like this. I guess I’ve just been really tired lately. With everything going on with the DEO and CatCo, I don’t really have the energy to do these things anymore and a lot of the time, these just slip my mind. I-”

Regaining your breath and partial composure, you explode at her.

“KARA DANVERS, DO NOT START THAT WITH ME.” Clenching your fists, you take a breath and continue. “I think I understand it now. You’ve fallen out of love with me, right? That flame we had was finally extinguished because you grew tired of me. Tell me, who did you fall in love with this time?”

You watch as Kara’s eyes are flooded with guilt and she gulps. In a quiet and nearly broken voice, Kara gives you the answer you were looking for.

“Lena.”

Drawing your lips into a thin smile, you nod as tears begin to fill your vision once more. You chew on your lip as everything finally begins to fall into place.

---

You were at Alex’s apartment, having a game night with the Superfriends. The group decided to play Charades and wanted to split up the couples so you were paired up with Alex as Kara was paired with Lena. While everyone was laughing at Winn trying to act out his word, you sat off to the side of the couch, sipping your drink. Across the room, you could see how Kara was practically glowing as she talked with Lena. Those ocean blue eyes you fell in love with were falling in love with someone else and you watched as your relationship with Kara began to slowly unravel. With every touch, laugh, and smile the pair shared, you could feel your heart sinking and crack bit by bit.

A hand gently shook your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Alex’s eyes filled with concern as she asks if you’re okay. Brushing her off, you nod your head and get ready for your turn, missing the way Kara ignored you, not sparing a second thought as she continued her conversation with Lena.

The next time you realized that your girlfriend was falling out of love with you and instead with someone in your friend group was when you were reading a couple of random blog posts about Supergirl. Something that caught your eye was a comment under an article about L-Corp.

> Isn’t that the place that Supergirl keeps going to?

> OMG yeah! i’ve heard about a lot of supergirl sightings in that area

> A friend of mine goes to a park nearby there and says that he sees a streak of blue and red fly by at the same time nearly every day.

> I wonder why she keeps going there. Don’t Supers and Luthors have a bad history with each other?

> yeah, i think they do but it seems like supergirl and lena luthor like each other.

You scoffed at that last comment. Yeah, more like they love each other. Pausing, you realized that Kara is falling in love with Lena. The two of them have been spending a lot more time together, arguably Kara has spent more time with her than you within the past few weeks. Your heart clenched at the thought and you shook your head, wanting to dispel the idea out of your head. There’s no way. Kara would at least tell me. Right? Tears began to well up in your eyes as you let out a few pitiful sobs. Fuck.

---

“Leave. I don’t want to see you in this apartment ever again.”

“Y/N, I-”

“Don’t say it,” you practically beg her, “please.

She whispers in a guilt-ridden voice, “Okay.”

Continuing, you stare at the ground as you say, “I want all of your things out of here by morning. I’m going to Nia’s apartment tonight.”

At this point, the two of you are standing in the kitchen at an arm's length, trying to hide your tears from each other. You’re the first to turn away as you head to your bedroom to pack an overnight bag. Quickly sending a text to Nia, you pack what you need to stay the night and you check your phone, seeing a text message giving you the okay to stay over. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you pocket the phone and brush away stray tears.

When you leave the bedroom, Kara hasn’t moved an inch, just staring aimlessly into the ground. At the sound of your door closing, she looks up to see you walking past her with a bag hung on your shoulder. Placing your hand on the door handle, you’re about to open the door when you pause and look over your shoulder. The blonde looks so defeated in her place; head hung low, shoulders slumped over, eyes red and lined with tears. The two of you make eye contact as you give her a small smile and step out of the apartment, leaving the superhero alone with her thoughts and guilt.

Just like a candle, your relationship that once burned bright dwindled down until it was on its last legs. The argument snuffed the flame, once and for all, leaving the both of you to fade into the smoke that was the irreparable relationship that could no longer be rekindled. Relationships that were broken had the chance at being repaired but those that burned out could no longer be reignited.

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sicjimin · 3 years

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love ur fics, they’re always amazing! could you write a namkook one with 6, 9, 16, 32, with joon as the sickie and jk as the caretaker? maybe make it rly awkward bc Namjoon is the hyung and doesn’t want jk to see him but jk is the only other one home and jk doesn’t like seeing his hyungs in pain and thinks he can’t comfort. it ends up fine and jungkook wants namjoon to sleep with him (just in case) and joon secretly does too? please only do this if u have time, thank you!

6. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

9. “I think it was something I ate.”

16. “I can’t throw up…”

32. “Your belly is really sick, isn’t it?”

A.N : AAHHH my first sick!namjoon !! thank u for requesting hehe i love this idea so much, its so adorable :( and i hope this does justice to your expectations? I'm sorry this took way too long T.T i hope you like this one :D

TW : emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting

Jungkook perked up from his phone and slightly lift his head when he heard the door opened, followed by a tall figure walk in —a little bit too sluggish, Jungkook afraid that he might trip.

"Oh, Namjoon-hyung ! You're home already? i thought you said you were gonna stay up late with Yoongi-hyung?", Jungkook greeted the older happily, finally he's not the only one at this big dorm, he started to get bored. The older just hummed as the answer while putting on his winter coat on the hanger and slowly toss his shoes, " Yeah, it went faster than I thought too so I figured to catch some rest. Do you mind if I go to my room and clean myself a bit? I will join you here later"

"Sure hyung, do you want something?", Jungkook lifted himself to walk to their fridge, rummaging for some snacks and soju. He heard a loud " No" from upstairs, but he still decided to grab two can of soju and a big bag of chips. He sets himself back to the couch, when he heard his phone ding with notifications.

Yoongi-hyung : 2 New Messages

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, all 7 of them were not too fond of texting if it's not for a really urgent matter. They preferred to talk in person or do it on the gc. That's why when someone is messaging him personally, his mind grows alerted.

Yoongi-hyung : Jungkook

Yoongi-hyung : Is Namjoon already get home?

Jungkook : Yes, he just arrived few minutes ago

Jungkook : Why hyung?

Jungkook already sees Yoongi typing, not even a minute after he pressed send. He once again feels a little bit surprised.

Yoongi-hyung : Watch him for me, he's sick. That's why he gets home earlier. I still need to finish this song, I will get home as soon as possible.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows deeper. Hyung is .. sick? but he looks f—. Jungkook clicked his tongue, Jeon Jungkook you dumb. He steals a glance upstairs after replying to Yoongi . It's been 10 minutes and there's no sign the older gonna out soon. An ugly anxious feeling starts creeping up as his brain starts to make the worst scenario ever. What if Namjoon-hyung faints inside and he couldn't scream for help. What if hyung get dizzy and fall and—

"Earth to Jungkook, hello?"

Jungkook blinked and meet Namjoon's tired eyes waving his hand in front of him before plopped himself on the couch along with a sigh. Jungkook gulped, he's trying to act all cool and natural since he knows the older ones didn't like to be coddled too much but he just can't help to be worried. Damn, this gonna be hard for him.

They decided to watch some dramas that airing, but they know none of them paid attention to the storyline. One is too busy stealing glances to make sure the latter is fine and the other one is too busy calming down his stomach that has been rolling up and down since he stepped home. Jungkook takes notes on how Namjoon hands never leave his stomach, buried under the baggy sweater he wears— he always uses that when he's not feeling well— and how his other hands occasionally moved to stifled a quiet burp. Jungkook is itching to ask but he feels awkward too if he suddenly drops the question. He knows that the older gonna say that he's fine.

"Jungkook, I need to go to the bathroom, okay?", Namjoon says a little bit too quickly, not even waiting for Jungkook to mustered a response. Jungkook's train of thought got cut off as his eyes watches the older walk away until he hears the sound of the door closed and later, the water running. He diverts his eyes back to the TV, maybe Namjoon hyung is fine.

Jungkook has already finished his snack but Namjoon is still not back from the bathroom. It's been more than 5 minutes. The worries spiking inside him. He walks to the bathroom and knocks, "Hyung .. are you okay? You've been in there for a long time"

Silence.

"Yeah Kook, I'm fine", Namjoon answered from inside. He tried to sound convincing but his throat has another decision for him as a harsh and quite loud gag escaped. He squeezed his eyes shut because of the force even though nothing come out from the gag—just like how it goes the moment he kneeled there 5 minutes ago. He coughs, his throat feels itchy and it just triggering his gag reflex more. He keeps opened his mouth wide along with his tongue arched, touching his palate, delivering another series of gag. But still, nothing comes out except a trickle of thick saliva. Namjoon wants to cry, there's nothing worse than incredibly nauseous but you just can't throw up. He leaned back from the toilet, placing his back on the wall, and buried his head on his knees. Hands still aggressively rubbing and pressing his stomach, urging the rollercoaster of food inside it to just finish their business and out of his body. Namjoon lift his head when he hears the door opened and feels a hand awkwardly rubbing his shoulder

"Kook, what are you doing there"

"Um ..." the younger trailed off, it supposed to be an adorable sight for Namjoon on how Jungkook can't meet his eyes when he's talking nervously, if his mind isn't clouded with waves of nausea that keeps going on and off in his body. "I just want to check up on you hyung", he adds shyly. Namjoon mustered a strained smile, " I'm fine Kook-ah. Just feel a little bit sick, but I will be fine. Don't worry"

"A-ah, is that so? Um .. I-", Jungkook stuttered. Damn this situation is so awkward, Jeon Jungkook man up! Namjoon hyung need you, just offer something that could make him feel better maybe—

Jungkook's train of thought got cut off once again, changed with a spike of his heartbeat as he sees Namjoon scrambled to the toilet, the older body leaned forward followed by a series of empty gag. Jungkook stunned. His body finally managed to react when Namjoon's gagging stop, leaving the older cough and let out a pained hiss, "Fuck, it hurts"

Jungkook stands up silently and brings a glass of water, seated himself beside his hyung again, "Hyung, try to drink this. Your throat might hurt and maybe this could trigger your stomach"

Namjoon was too out of his mind, taking the glass with his shaky hands and gulped it quickly. His stomach starts to make loud rumbled noises, he's sure Jungkook could hear it, "I'm sorry. This is so gross", he mumbled shyly, gaining giggles from Jungkook, breaking the awkward air between them, " Woah, your belly must be really sick hyung"

"Mhm, it is. I've been so nauseous since lunch. That's why Yoongi-hyung sending me off because i keep dry heaving in the office too. I think it must be something i eat but i don't know what. God, Jungkook, i just want to throw up and get over this", Namjoon practically rambling now but he doesn't care. He's tired of holding himself back and maintaining the hyung image, his body is aching for comfort, and he gonna get it from Jungkook.

Jungkook shifted his body, hands moving to the older backs, giving a slight massage on shoulders and nape, "I'm sorry you're so sick hyung. Do you want me to rub your stomach, it might help"

Namjoon shakes his head. "It didn't work .. i still cant throw—", his words cut off as a sudden splash of liquid hitting the back of his throat and quickly rushing out of his mouth, making some of it spilled on his sweater as he didn't prepare with the commotion. His stomach clenched again as a stream of water he just takes earlier keep spilling from his mouth with such force. As he goes and goes, the clear liquid morphs into a pale-colored and thick liquid. He could feel the sashimi he eats earlier on his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut while his stomach and throat working on getting out everything in his body.

"That's it hyung, let it out all", Jungkook murmured beside him, hands never stop rubbing and massaging his back.

Namjoon finally managed to catch a breath when the heave tapered off. He flushed the almost full toilet and wipes his lips and nose.

"You're done hyung?"

He shakes his head, eyes trailed on the swirling of the murky liquid below him. He could see the remnants of whatever he took earlier and it's setting his stomach off again. His body bent forward as nausea dragged another stream out of his stomach. Namjoon coughs and winced few times when there's no more lingering taste of food— but a bitter one now. Oh, only bile left, he thoughts while his stomach keeps spasming.

"Hyung, you're empty", Jungkook speaks. Namjoon nods. It took him a few dry heaving and trickle of bile until he finally sagged his body back. Jungkook quickly flushes the toilet before Namjoon could open his eyes, not wanting the older to see the toilet again in case it might set the older off.

"Kook-ah, 'm exhausted", Namjoon hoarse voices trickling Jungkook's ears.

"I know hyung, let's get you to bed, okay? it's more comfortable there"

Namjoon let his body dragged by Jungkook to his room. He's practically half-conscious and moving like a robot right now as he just moves his body as Jungkook pleased. The younger managed to make Namjoon changed his wet sweater and tucked the older into bed. He's halfway to stand up and leave the room, figured that Namjoon wants to have time alone and rest, before a clammy hand grip his wrist, "Stay here"

"Huh?", Jungkook short-circuited.

"Stay .. until I fall asleep, please? I don't feel like being alone", Namjoon mumbled sleepily, but hands still tightly gripping Jungkook's wrist like he is afraid that Jungkook might suddenly disappear.

"Uhm ..", Jungkook clears his throat awkwardly. " Okay hyung .. rest well. I will stay here", he adds gaining a soft hum from Namjoon.

"Thankyou, i'm sorry you must take care of me like that", Namjoon says softly almost like whispers if Jungkook didn't manage to catch it well.

Jungkook could feel his cheeks heated before breaking into a smile, "that's my job too hyung, get well soon"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!namjoon #caretaker!jungkook

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I Love Him Not, I Love Him

A/N: Hi! This is my extremely late entry for @bucky-smiles’ 2K Bollywood Writing Challenge (I’m so sorry for the delay aahhh!)! My prompt was one of my fave songs, Subhanallah from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani, so that’s what this fic is loosely based on! Also a big thank you to @parkerpetey for taking the time to edit this and leave hilarious comments throughout the Google doc, ilysm for that. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: The three times you didn’t accept that you were crushing on Peter, and the one time you did.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 7.3k words

Warnings: None, just tooth-rotting fluff and reader being frustrating :)

Something everyone talked about, yet nobody really talked about, was how being the new student in the school, especially given that it was your senior year, was ridiculously tough.

You had recently moved from Toronto to Queens, and you absolutely despised it. You’d spent three extremely long years at your old school creating a name for yourself, be it through your strong academic scores or your commitment to numerous extracurriculars. You weren’t exactly popular, but were definitely spoken of quite highly if you were brought up in conversation, regardless of whether it was teachers talking or your fellow students. You were on the perfect path to becoming valedictorian of your class.

… Until you were uprooted and brought here. Sure, your dad really pulled all the strings he could to help you secure a spot at Midtown, especially given that it was senior year - it’s hard enough as is to secure a spot in freshman year, what with it being insanely competitive and for genius students and all, and while your grades were stellar, it would’ve still been close to impossible securing a spot - and you really appreciated it, but that didn’t mean that you still didn’t miss your school and your friends back in Toronto.

It felt like everyone was talking about you - who was the new girl? how did she manage to get a spot three years after everyone else? was she genuinely smart, or was there some other way she got in? - but at the same time, it felt like you were invisible. People wanted to know more about the circumstances surrounding you than know more about you as a person.

With every day that you went to school and came back home after unsuccessful attempts at restarting your social life and making friends, your morale was deflating. As much as you tried to push it aside, the pang in your chest was becoming more and more undeniable when you constantly saw people surrounded by their friends, laughing and chatting, while you sat to the side all by yourself.

Even then, it was all bearable. Just one year here, and then you could go make friends in university, where life would practically be a clean slate - a fresh start for everyone. Who knows, maybe you could even go back to Canada to a university where some of your old high school friends would be attending. You kept telling yourself that everything would work itself out, and if it had to be after a year of loneliness, then so be it.

The only thing that still felt terrible were the daily walks to and from school all alone. Back in Toronto, you and your best friend would always text each other in the morning to try and coordinate the time that you’d leave so that you could walk together, chatting each other’s ears off the entire way there. If you had time in the morning, you’d often even stop by the Tim Hortons on the way and get yourselves a little breakfast.

Here in Queens, there were tons of cute little cafés and little convenience stores and such on your way to school, and while you would still often stop by to pick up a quick snack or drink (or even just to say a quick hello to Mr. Delmar, the kind man who owned the little sandwich shop around the corner, and pet his adorable little cat), it never was the same as going with a friend. That constant loneliness started to change though when one day, you left home and arrived at Mr. Delmar’s shop earlier than usual.

one

It had been a long night with very minimal sleep. You were up working on a Physics assignment until almost five in the morning and you knew that if you slept then, you wouldn’t wake up in time for your morning classes. The extremely prominent bags under your eyes stood as proof of your exhaustion and you had no energy to make yourself breakfast, hence your early arrival at Delmar’s.

You sat at a little table by the window observing the street outside. Most people look at the way others are dressed outside as an indication of the weather. You, on the other hand, liked to think of it as more of a personification of the weather. If the chilly November weather were to be a person, they would definitely be one of those speedy walkers roaming the streets in some fuzzy boots and a trench coat.

As you sipped on your hot chocolate and tried to assign a more rounded personality to the November weather for no reason other than trying to wake yourself up, the sound of the bells chiming as someone entered the store caught your attention.

Peter Parker.

He was that really smart kid in your Physics class - the one subject you were struggling in. You knew him from that one time you guys were paired up for a quick chemistry lab, but you didn’t know him know him. You remembered vividly and appreciated how nice he was the whole time - it was difficult to find that over the last few months. Either that, or you just somehow managed to keep getting paired up with the wrong people.

You realized you were staring at him when you saw him facing and waving in your direction.

That was unusual, nobody ever really seemed to acknowledge you.

You turned to see if there was someone behind you he might have been trying to talk to, but very quickly realized that you were seated in the corner when your eyes were met with nothing but the plain white wall. ‘Stupid move,’ you told yourself. ‘How do you just forget that you’re sitting next to a wall?’

Grimacing a little, you turned back to face him and waved at him. You gave him a small smile, which he very politely returned before he went up to place his order.

‘Great, you can’t even greet a person normally. What is wrong with you Y/n? This is why people aren’t trying to befriend you right now, if-’

“Hey, do you mind if I sit down here?” a slightly timid voice interrupted. Your eyes locked with Peter’s as your head shot up.

“Oh! Um, yeah- I mean, no! I mean, no, I don’t mind, go ahead!” you stuttered, feeling all the blood rush to your cheeks.

Peter let out the softest giggle you have ever heard as he sat down, and if you didn’t have such sharp hearing, you were sure you would have missed it.

“How are you? How are things going?” he asked as he set his sandwich onto the table.

“Oh, well, they’re going,” you smiled and shrugged. “This point in the semester’s always a little crazy, but it’s not the worst. How are you doing?”

“Yeah, it does get hectic around this time,” Peter sympathized, scrunching his nose slightly in an effort to show mutual distaste over the stress. “I’m not too bad, just really tired from working on that physics assignment. How’d you find that?”

“Oh my gosh, don’t ask,” you groaned, rolling your head before laying it smack against the table. “I literally cannot physics, it took me forever to complete it, and I’m still not confident about a solid chunk of it.”

Peter let out a laugh at your reaction, the sound falling like music onto your ears. You discreetly peeked up from your position on the table to look at his undoubtedly glowing face, and the image you were met with was nothing short of beautiful. His eyes were scrunched up and his perfect teeth were on full display, cheeks turning redder by the second. The sunlight falling on his brown curls gave them a softer hue and made them look even softer than you’d already imagined them to be. Nobody had ever looked this angelic.

It was a sight you wouldn’t mind getting used to.

‘Wait, what? Why did you just think that? Y/n you barely even know the guy, stop being creepy!’

You pulled yourself out of the trance and slowly sat back up, giggling lightly to avoid making it obvious that you had just been staring - that would be awkward to explain.

“I’m sure you did just fine,” Peter chuckled. “And if anything, physics isn’t my worst subject, so um, if you want, I’d be more than happy to help.”

“That’s very sweet, thank you Peter, I appreciate that more than you realize,” you smiled, picking up your backpack. “I hate to cut this conversation short, but we need to start heading to school soon if we want to get to class on time.”

“It doesn’t have to be cut short!” Peter said abruptly standing up, catching you off-guard a little. “I-I mean, we could walk together if you’d like? No pressure though, it’s totally cool if you don’t-”

“Of course, I’d love that,” you cut him off with a smile.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Let’s head out?”

“Yeah, just hold on one quick second,” he said as he quickly rushed over to the front of the shop.

Eyebrows furrowed, you followed him, only for your expression to instantly morph into one of awe as you were met with Peter petting Murph, Mr. Delmar’s cat, before he jogged back to where you were standing, a goofy smile adorning his face. “I’m ready now.”

Saying a quick goodbye to Mr. Delmar, the two of you made your way out. You shivered a little as the icy wind hit you. Peter picked up on the way you tried to discreetly rub your hands together, your outfit not doing nearly enough to cope with the sudden sharpness of the atmosphere, but stayed quiet, not knowing if it was appropriate to say something or not.

“So you’re a cat person, eh?”

“I’d say so, yeah. I’m just as much of a dog person too, though. Murph trumps all other animals though - I’ve been seeing him since Mr. Delmar got him, and he’s so adorable,” Peter gushed. “What about you, a dog person or a cat person?”

“Oh, a hundred percent a dog person, though I would make an exception for Murph, he is pretty cute,” you chuckled. “My best friend back in Canada has the sweetest little puppy named Maple and I practically lived at her house for the sole purpose of playing with him. Her uncle would drop off his two poodles occasionally too when he was travelling, and there was no way to get me out of her house when all three puppies came together.”

“Maple? That’s the most Canadian thing I’ve ever heard, I love that!” Peter physically had to stop for a minute because he was bent over letting out what could only be described as a ‘hearty laugh’.

If it were anyone else, you would most certainly be offended - what was so funny about having a pet with a stereotypical Canadian name? - but Peter exuded an aura of kindness and innocence, and despite only having spoken to him for such a short period of time, you knew his intentions were nothing but pure. Also, you had to admit, it was a little comedic how stereotypical the name was.

“Anyway, speaking of Canada,” he spoke through light chuckles once he’d calmed down a little and you both continued walking, “I don’t mean to be intrusive, and you definitely don’t have to answer if you’d rather not, but um, how come you transferred here senior year? Was it hard to get in? How did that work?”

“No no don’t worry, you’re not being intrusive at all, I don’t mind! Basically…” you started your not-so-entertaining story of how you ended up at Midtown, and no matter how many times you stopped yourself to apologize for how “boring” you were being, Peter assured you that you were anything but.

The long walk to school couldn’t have been long enough, because you were at your locker way too quick for your liking. And judging by the way Peter stayed with you as you grabbed your stuff and offered to walk you to class, he felt the same way.

You found yourself beginning to set your alarm for just a little while earlier than usual that day onwards, and morning walks together became more common as the month went on. Sure, you adored your sleep, but having a potential chance to run into Peter and walk to school with him again? It was worth it.

Despite having only briefly known him, there was a sense of comfort that you felt in his presence. He made you feel like you could share anything with him. Everytime he smiled, forget full-fledged laughed, you felt like maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay for you.

To top it all off, it didn’t hurt that he was more than easy on the eyes. Those gorgeous eyes and that cute button-nose, not to mention his beautiful brown curls? You wouldn’t mind signing up for that one bit.

‘Y/n, stop. No. He’s just your friend. He’s just being nice, and you’re just happy you have a friend. You do not see him in that way - there is no chance of anything along those lines happening. You just haven’t had much interaction with people and now you’re playing up a friendship because you have nothing better to do. You do not like him.’

You reminded yourself that every time you caught yourself looking at him for even a moment more than what would be acceptable when you conversed. Peter was a great guy, but you guys were just friends, and you intended on keeping your feelings about him that way.

Besides, the reason you were down to lose some sleep wasn’t just being able to walk into school with Peter. You always had a problem with getting to school just in time to catch the bell, and this gave you an excuse to be more timely.

That’s all it was. A friendship and a way to be more punctual. Not anything more than that.

***** two

“Peter,” you clutched your stomach, loud laughter escaping you, “I’m literally going to pee myself!”

“Y/n, stop entertaining him or he won’t stop making those terrible jokes,” Ned groaned.

Peter had introduced you to his best friends Ned and MJ about three days into your friendship, once you’d gotten the remainder of your paperwork after your transfer completed and could finally sit with the rest of your classmates for lunch, and you’d all instantly clicked.

Here you were, two months later. Colourful lights shining all around you, the sound of squeals and laughter from a multitude of people constantly surrounding you, and a game to play every few steps you took - not to mention the numerous prizes waiting to be won.

Ned has suggested that the four of you go down to the arcade nearby to destress after the exhaustion of your end-of-semester exams, and you all had instantly agreed.

As much fun as you were having playing the different games and winning all those tickets with the people who had grown to be your closest friends, what was absolutely making your day was the way in which Peter would just not stop making hilarious puns and jokes.

“You’re just jealous you’re not as cool or as hot as me,” Peter playfully scoffed and made exaggerated hair-flip movements, grabbing your hand as he dragged a giggling you to the next game. “Come on Y/n, they’ll never know what it’s like to be iconic.”

“Woah Peter, what’s gotten into you today?”

“I’m just happy. I’m a happy boy. A happy boy who’s happy about being at this arcade with his wonderful friends because it’s a happy environment,” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he put in the tokens to play basketball.

You chuckled as you reached out to playfully pull his cheeks. “Well, happy boy, let’s win this thing and win it together. In case you didn’t know, my basketball skills are somewhat impeccable.”

“Y/n, you literally can’t walk five steps without tripping, it’s pretty hard to imagine you being any good at a sport that involves a lot of running,” he sassed.

“Ah, well that right there is the thing - I’m incapable of walking. When it comes to running, I’m a whole other ball game. Basketball game, to be more specific,” you spoke slowly, nodding your head wisely to emphasize your wisdom.

Peter let out a wheeze neither of you had expected, and it sent you both into a fit of laughter. When Ned and MJ made their way over to you a few seconds later, all they saw was the two of you clutching your stomachs, faces red and laughter escaping your throats as though you’d just rewatched another one of those ridiculous ‘5-Minute Crafts’ life hacks.

In the midst of the hysteria, as Peter went to slap his knee, he accidentally slammed the Start button on the game. The ever-so-jolly-yet-ominous-sounding countdown of the machine finally pulling you guys out of your bubble.

“Oh my gosh Peter stand up, it’s starting!” you exclaimed through giggles, smacking his arm repeatedly with the back of your hand to get his attention.

“Oof okay okay, let’s do this thing!” Peter rubbed his palms and cracked his neck, getting in a serious stance and grabbing the first basketball that came through the machine before tossing it straight into the hoop.

“My turn, my turn!” You shoved him with your hip playfully to make room for yourself and get a better angle to shoot.

Ned and MJ, who had been standing close behind and observing this all go down, just looked at each other, heads cocked to the side. Claps and cheers when the other one scored and purposeful bumps into each other every single time you switched, given you guys’ speed and surprising accuracy, were all they could see and hear.

“The two idiots… they really don’t see it, do they?” MJ questioned, looking between the both of you, genuinely puzzled.

Ned groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Dude, I swear I can and will cry right now if they don’t stop playing this ‘you’re just my best friend’ game, I’m so tired of it.”

“Are we gonna say anything to them to make them ‘fess up though?”

“Nah, I kinda wanna watch it play out, as much as it exasperates me,” Ned shrugged.

“Alright Petey boy, you wanna take this jackpot shot or do you want me to?” you looked over at him and asked. “No pressure buddy, but it is an extra five hundred tickets.”

“All yours, m’lady,” he curtly bowed, drawing a laugh from you.

You took your stance, legs slightly spread apart and knees bent just a little, preparing for the big shoot. You grabbed the final basketball, dribbled it on the ground twice, and tossed it, aiming straight for the hoop.

“She shoots,” Peter commentated, watching the ball leave your hands, “and… she scores!”

You let out a squeal and jumped straight into Peter’s arms, giving him the biggest hug you could possibly render. Peter caught you and spun you around, cheering and laughing all the while as the machine spewed out your tickets.

“Okay kids,” MJ called out, pulling you both out of your little moment of euphoria. “Chill for a second and pick up your tickets because I will gladly take them if you don’t want them.”

You chuckled her comment and separated from Peter before quickly walking up to grab the tickets. “Hey, Peter and I worked hard for these, back off,” you playfully pouted, hearing Peter chuckle from beside you.

“Okay okay,” Ned laughed. “MJ and I are done with our tokens, are you guys ready to call it a day and get the prizes too or..?”

“I’m ready to go, Y/n?” Peter asked.

“Yup, I’m done too, let’s go.”

You all made your way over to the corner of the arcade where you could total up your tickets and redeem them for prizes. Despite your constant refusal, Peter not only let you take the entirety of the tickets you both won from the basketball game instead of splitting them, but also gave you all the tickets he’d earned that day so that when combined with yours, you’d be able to get the adorable person-sized teddy bear you were planning on saving up for.

Ned decided to splurge on a number of small prizes, like the classic ginormous plastic sunglasses and little notepads, while MJ got herself a Rubik’s cube and a sticker that said “Caution: Falling Rocks”. Nobody knows why she picked that one in particular - she’d simply shrugged when Peter had asked her about it.

You felt bad that Peter didn’t end up getting anything, but he insisted he was totally cool with it. Something about “not having any more space for obscure things to stuff in my cupboards anyway.”

“Guys, I’m hungry,” you said, bringing the attention to you while you all headed out of the noisy arcade. “Let’s go grab a bite somewhere?”

“Ooh yes, I know this place that’s only like five minutes from here - Ned and I went there like last week. It’s-”

Thud.

Peter never really got to finish that sentence. He was walking backwards, trying to make eye contact with the three of you while relaying his expertise on the restaurants in the area, but the man-child had tripped over his own two feet and landed flat on the ground.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” you all rushed over to him.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he assured you guys as he grabbed Ned’s hand and pulled himself up, dusting off his jeans.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you right then. “Hey Pete, what was that you said earlier about me not being able to walk five steps without tripping?”

“Hey, cut me some slack, okay. MJ’s sticker said ‘falling rocks’ and I was just testing the validity of that statement. Now, with experiential evidence, I can confirm that it is, in fact, false.”

You and Ned burst out laughing at what was probably Peter’s only good joke all afternoon. MJ rolled her eyes, but even she couldn’t stop the smile that took over her face.

You all started to head towards the restaurant Peter suggested, Ned leading the way.

“Hey Y/n?” Peter leaned over.

“Yes?”

“Did you lose an electron? Because you’re positively glowing.”

“Oy smarty-pants, make your own puns, don’t steal them from your t-shirt,” you chuckled, shaking your head. You increased your speed and walked up ahead to where Ned was walking to join him and, hopefully, prevent Peter from the bright red that overtook your features from that one little out-of-nowhere compliment.

You and Ned were joking around about the events of the day and how much fun everything was, and as much as you enjoyed Ned’s company, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander a little.

Why did Peter have such an effect on you? How was he able to make you feel so giddy - all he did was give you one punny compliment and you were blushing? How come this never happens with anybody else?

‘It’s because sometimes you just click with some people more than you do with others. Yeah, that’s what this is. That’s all it is. You just click with him slightly more than you do with the others, and so his compliment is just a little bit more meaningful in that sense,’ you rationalized.

That’s definitely all it was. A strong friendship. Not a crush - definitely not a crush.

***** three

It was the end of senior year, and you were finally in Europe for your long-awaited senior trip that the Midtown teachers had organized for your graduating class.

You’d managed to fall sick on the second day of the trip, but despite the absolute nightmare that all the nausea and headaches had been, it had luckily turned out to only be a 24-hour bug, and you’d been up and running, ready to explore the place by the next morning.

Ned and Peter shared a room while you and MJ shared another, and while the four of you would occasionally hang out in each other’s rooms when you weren’t already out and about, Peter had insisted on practically staying in your room when you were sick so he could take care of you.

You’d pushed them all out of the room to go out and have fun, or even just go sit in the other room so they wouldn’t accidentally contract whatever it was you had.

Peter, though, just would not listen - he kept taking MJ’s keycard and coming in to check up on you, making sure you were hydrated and had everything you needed. You’d woken up the morning after to a number of texts from Peter, scattered at different times throughout the night, telling you that he hoped you were feeling better and reminding you that you could call him if you needed anything, no matter how late or early it was.

You’d made it known to him the next time you saw him how much you appreciated him doing that, but also how you wished he’d have slept without worrying about you so much.

He’d only smiled in response.

Once you’d gotten better - which luckily was by the next afternoon - the four of you would spend time in one hotel room all evening. Watching movies together, having popcorn fights, or just talking, laughing and reminiscing about the year that had flown right by you.

During the day, you would all go out and explore whatever city you were in, making sure to cover all the general tourist attractions and getting tons and tons of pictures with and of each other. MJ had become your unspoken designated photographer, capturing breathtaking candids of you all whenever she got the chance.

Mr. Harrington had mandated that anybody who went out to explore or do something that wasn’t on the itinerary report back to the hotel by sunset so he could keep track of everyone, so you would always make it a point to be in your rooms by then.

Most people stayed out anyway, but not the four of you - you didn’t want to worry the poor man. He worked hard all year too, and he was kind enough to supervise this trip - the least you could all do was ensure that you weren’t burdening him with any added stress.

Occasionally, you would end up getting back to the hotel earlier than others in your group. Sometimes, MJ would want to wander by herself, and Ned would try to approach and converse with Betty, who he found really cute.

Times like that, you and Peter would be the only ones in your respective rooms. The very first time that happened, you both very quickly realized that if you were in that situation, boredom would usually follow very soon.

So the next time onwards, even if none of the others were there, you and Peter would just hang out together in one of your rooms. It didn’t really matter what you were doing - just being in each other’s presence made things fun.

It was guaranteed, though, that obscure things would always happen when it was just the two of you left unsupervised. One time, Ned walked into his and Peter’s shared room only to find you and Peter in the midst of a very soulful rendition of A Whole New World from Aladdin - complete with exaggerated dance moves and hairbrush-microphones. Another time, MJ returned from her walk to a nearby park to you and Peter indulged in a heated discussion about whether pop tarts should be considered a sandwich or ravioli.

The four of you would often stay up until odd hours talking about anything and everything. The later it got, the deeper your topics of conversation would get. They would go from sharing nostalgic memories from your childhoods to passionate conversations about how many pets one could get before they’d be considered too many.

One of those days, when you had a one hundred percent free day because the event on your itinerary got cancelled, MJ and Peter decided they wanted to go visit a museum. Ned brought up that he wanted to go shopping around the city instead, and since you were planning the same, the two of you went out together.

You and Ned decided to hop onto one of those red double-decker buses, because if you’re a tourist in London and don’t get on one of those buses even once, are you really a tourist in London? Since neither of you had anything specific you wanted to shop for or any specific place in mind, you decided to take a random bus and get off wherever you felt would be worth it.

After about fifteen minutes of looking around at the hustling streets, you finally passed through an area that seemed to be filled with a variety of stores, making it the perfect place for some obscure shopping.

You both walked around, entering random stores whenever something in the display caught your eyes and buying random articles of clothing. At one point, you found a really cool thrift store and decided to style each other - the results being surprisingly more wonderful than either of you had expected. You both did an impromptu ramp walk for each other, filling the trial rooms with the sounds of laughter and giggles.

As the evening started to set in and the gorgeous colours started to take over the blue sky, you decided that you should start heading back to the hotel soon. It wasn’t too far from where you were though, considering the fact that a quick fifteen-minute ride would get you back, so you two did have time to stop by one or two more stores quickly if you wanted to.

As you strolled around, looking at the displays to see if there was something you might like, a pretty off-white floral sundress caught your attention. “Ned, can we go in here? I want to try this dress on!” you said as you tapped him excitedly on his shoulder.

He agreed, and as soon as you found the dress and tried it on, you absolutely fell in love with it. It was just the right length for your preference, and fit your body just right. In fact, it would even go perfectly with the adorable cross-body bag you’d picked up earlier in the day. You didn’t have to think twice before heading to the cash register to buy it and officially make it yours.

“Today burned a hole in my pockets, but it was so much fun Y/n, thanks for coming with me,” Ned said as you both got seated on the bus.

“Hey, of course! I had so much fun too! It was so refreshing to, thank you for letting me try on eight thousand different things,” you grinned.

The two of you continued conversing and joking around as the bus slowed down at a stop to let passengers on and off.

“Man, as great as museums are, nothing beats the joy one gets from mindlessly shopping - those two definitely missed out on some hilarious jokes and the best fashion show of the century,” you chuckled, making a reference to your antics back at the thrift store.

Ned laughed, shaking his head.

You relaxed in your seats, just letting the feeling of the wind flowing through your hair encompass you. The slight coolness of the evening breeze was euphoric yet also grounding in a sense, and you wanted to let it consume you for as long as possible.

“Y/n, can I ask you a question?” Ned softly broke the silence.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You like him, don’t you?” he smirked.

You turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Like who?”

“Come on, don’t act so oblivious,” Ned laughed. “Peter - you like him, right?”

“Uh, yeah, he’s one of my best friends, so I definitely do like him?” You were genuinely confused at this point.

“No Y/n, I mean like like. Like as in more than a friend,” he clarified.

You froze for a split second and the heat rushed quickly to your face for reasons unknown to you. Almost too quickly, you responded, “What? No! Why would you think that?”

Ned rubbed his face, groaning. “Y/n, why are you both so ridiculously oblivious?” He had no clue how both you and Peter, two people so hopelessly crushing on each other, couldn’t see it.

“Wait, what do you mean?” you questioned.

Ned couldn’t stop the knowing smirk that overtook his features at the quizzical look on your face. He wanted to see two of his best friends happy together, but he needed you both to figure out your feelings for each other because it would be unfair of him and MJ to try and get you both together before that happened.

In this moment though, the utter cluelessness in your eyes was absolutely comedic to him.

“Oh, would you look at that, it’s our stop!” he quickly picked up his bags and walked off the bus, leaving a very perplexed you to follow him.

You pestered him to explain what he meant by that the entire way up to your respective rooms, but he wouldn’t do anything but grin. Your split-second panic and silence, combined with the redness of your cheeks as soon as he’d asked you about Peter was confirmation enough for him. He’d lit the spark, the questioning, inside of you, and that was all he felt was appropriate for now. Now, you needed to let it grow into a full flame and come to terms with your feelings.

“Bye Y/n! I’ll see you in a little bit!” he waved at you as he quickly slipped behind his door.

You groaned, stomping back to your room. You tossed your bags to the side and flopped right onto the bed.

‘Why was Ned asking me that? What did he mean by saying Peter and I are ‘oblivious??’ And why did I panic? Is there a chance that I- No, don’t finish that thought. Y/n, Peter’s just your best friend - feelings involved make things messy. You know what though? You don’t have to worry about that, it’s fine, because you don’t have feelings for him anyway. It’s all good. You’re just best friends, it’s nothing more than that, for sure.’

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, and rationalizing whatever supposed “feelings” you had for Peter until you heard MJ swipe her keycard. In walked both Peter and MJ, and you watched as his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you.

You felt your lips curve upwards into a smile, and before you could even realize that your body was moving, you had both engulfed each other in a massive hug.

That was normal though, right? You would hug MJ right after that too - you always hugged your friends. That didn’t mean anything.

Ned was probably just fooling around. Yeah, that’s probably what it was. One of his extended pranks. That explanation made sense.

Either way, you know what your feelings for Peter are: platonic. Absolutely, positively not anything other than that.

***** one

The day you’d been dreading was finally here: the end of your senior trip.

You were in your hotel room, zipping up your suitcase and making sure you had packed all of your belongings.

“I guess this is it, huh?” you squeaked out.

Hotel rooms had become your home for the last almost two months. They were where you and three of the closest people in your life right now spent so much time together, laughing, crying, just enjoying each other’s presence. Now, you were being made to say goodbye to that, and it was too soon for your liking.

“It is, yeah,” MJ gave you a small smile. “Don’t be upset about it though, we’ll all still be together and go out all the time once we’re back.”

“I know, I just…” you sighed. “I just liked this whole ‘no-other-responsibilities-to-tend-to’ version of going out. Time really does fly when you’re having fun.”

MJ placed the last of her clothes in her suitcase and zipped it up. “Well, at least it was fun while it lasted, right?”

You nodded. It was fun while it lasted. Was it insanely tiring walking around every single day because there was always so much to do? One hundred percent. Was your sleep schedule messed up from staying up late hanging out with your friends and waking up early to go grab breakfast and get ready for the day? More than ever before. Would you trade the experience for anything else in the world? Absolutely not.

You did one final sweep of the room to make sure you’d grabbed everything you’d brought in. “Ready to go?” you asked as you placed your suitcase upright on the ground.

“Yup, let’s head downstairs before the bus leaves,” MJ chuckled, shaking her head. “I am so ready to sleep in my own bed again.”

You laughed and grabbed your keycards. MJ placed the remote back on the TV stand and wheeled her luggage out the door and you followed suit, pulling the door shut behind you. Once you double-checked that the door had been locked properly, the two of you headed down to the lobby, where you were supposed to meet the rest of your classmates.

Dropping the keycards off at the front desk, you made your way over to where you could see most of your cohort already gathered.

“Oh good, you’re both here,” Mr. Harrington checked your names off his list. “The only ones left now are Flash and Brad. They’d better come down soon, wouldn’t want to- ah! There they are!” he marched over to where the two boys were.

“Wow, I don’t think I have ever seen him look that relieved. Is it just me or did he get taller?” you heard a voice approaching you.

Peter.

There he was, walking towards you, wearing that blue checkered shirt that looked oh-so-good on him. Something about him today hit you differently. You couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was, but it was safe to say that you felt your heart skip a beat at how amazing he looked.

“As much as I hate to say it, I agree with you,” MJ joked. “Crazy what lifting some weight off your shoulders can do for you.”

“Crazy how quickly this whole trip is already over,” Ned spoke. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go home yet.”

“Oh hush, just last night you were on the phone telling Betty that you couldn’t wait to take her to the movies once we’re all back in Queens,” Peter quipped, effectively making Ned blush and all of you laugh.

The aura of the lobby was very mixed. On one hand, the atmosphere felt lively as people chatted with their friends about all the fun times they had over the last few weeks, about the constant highs they all felt. On the other hand, there was a certain longing in most people’s eyes, a willingness to hold on to this feeling for just a little longer.

It was a very bittersweet vibe, and very understandably so.

“Alright guys, um- hey, can I get your attention for just a minute please?” Mr. Harrington squeaked. He raised his arms up to try and grab everyone’s attention, and to his own surprise, it worked.

“So, basically, I just wanted to say thank you to every single one of you for attending this trip, and I hope that it was a great experience for you all. Our bus should be here shortly, but before we go, I was hoping to get one quick picture with the entire group, if that’s okay?” After confirming that nobody had an issue with it, he handed his camera over to one of the staff members from the reception desk, who quickly snapped a wonderful picture of you all.

He thanked her, and then went outside to check for the bus.

“Looks like there’s still some more time before we leave,” you stated, peeking out through the glass windows and noticing the absence of a bus.

“Judging by the way Mr. Harrington’s seeming frustrated, I’d say you’re probably right,” Peter chuckled. “Hey, let’s get some pictures of our own in the meantime, I still have some film left on my camera!”

You, Ned and MJ agreed, and Peter pulled out his camera from his carry-bag. You all took turns posing with each other, starting off with simple smiles, but progressively getting goofier and sillier until you’ve hit the point where you were just standing in the middle of the lobby recreating iconic memes, sending you all into fits of laughter.

“Okay, okay, enough of this,” Peter giggles, still coming down from moments ago when he was guffawing at your attempt to recreate that one young Cardi B picture. “Let’s get some group shots now.”

MJ quickly asked Yasmin, another one of your classmates, if she’d be okay with getting a few shots of them and explained to her how to work the camera.

You went to grab a sip of water and stood off to the side, letting the three have their moment. They’d been there for each other for four years, and while you were all close now, you’d only come into the picture recently. You wanted to let the squad - the original squad - get some pictures too, you’d been in enough with them already, it was okay.

Ned said something which you couldn’t hear, but it drew out undoubtedly heartfelt laughs from the other two. Eyes scrunched and faces radiating with nothing but joy, Yasmin saw this as a perfect moment to capture, and you saw her take what you were sure would have turned out to be an amazing candid.

Yasmin went to hand the camera back to MJ, but Peter quickly stopped her.

“Hold on one second please, would it be okay if you got just one last picture? With the whole group?”

She nodded, stepping back.

“Y/n! Why are you off to the side?” Peter rushed over to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Come on, we can’t take a full group photo without you in it!”

In that very moment, as Peter grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to where the rest of the group was standing, something in your mind clicked. You laughed as Peter abruptly stopped and you bumped into him, hearing the click of the camera go off. None of it seemed to matter though. All you could see was Peter smiling back down at you, the crinkles by his eyes more defined than ever, but also surprisingly more beautiful than ever.

You could sense the three people around you continuing to throw up more poses quickly, Yasmin capturing them, but the entire while, your eyes wouldn’t leave Peter’s grinning face, your mind slowly stopped registering anything other than the feeling of Peter’s arms around your shoulders. The pure warmth he radiated pulled you in further, and everything around you except his perfect smile blurred.

One thing became very clear in that moment of complete encapsulation though, despite it being a completely foreign feeling to you, as the same words played in your head, over and over.

‘Holy crap, I think I’m in love with my best friend.’

If only you knew, those were the exact same words racing through Peter’s mind.

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cadaceus · 3 years

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C2E126

Guys, I genuinely went on whole emotional rollercoaster ride over here. It was A Time, from the ad at the beginning to the journey at the end. My liveblogging of this journey is below, though I can’t promise that it is entirely coherent, lol! As always, beware of spoilers for this entire episode below the cut! (Believe me, this is something you’ll want to experience without knowing what will happen!)

- THE NORDVERSE HJGJHDSKHLJSD

- Monochromatic???

- I feel like I need an entirely different liveblog of the Nordverse because I can’t stop grinning

- Okay I had to pause for dinner, but apparently Caleb and Beau got another eye?? I had a feeling this would happen but I’m still so sad

- Ruh roh, the brand that Molly did to Fjord! I forgot what that does but it’s also so ominous

- Yasha and rubbing things out: a saga

- “Fjord’s rock hard pecs” I know it was ironic but bicon Caleb dghjkkjlk

- Dreams have been weird?? Is the whole Clay family getting weird stuff, it is a Wildmother thing??

- Them trying to hit both the Empire and Caduceus’s home is stressing me out, I feel like they need to hurry things up especially since they are on a time crunch here aahhh 😭

- Taliesin clarifying that Caduceus was not the one to say “smokin’” is so funny, but not quite as funny as the image of Caduceus actually saying “smokin”

- Matt: “It seems grossly expensive.” Yasha: “That seems grossly expensive.”

- BEAU LOOKING FOR FLOWERS FOR YASHA HELP THEY’RE SO CUTE

- my best friend just texted me “a Beau Tie” we’re having a top tier pun night

- is she....... you know.......... Xhorassian?

- Is Caleb looking for books for Luc? Because that would be so cute

- “My poor, dead, cheap fiance” is this the sequel to My Big Fat Greek Wedding?

- I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT LAURA’S DISGUISE VOICE SHE IS SO FUNNY

- Aaaand suddenly its super heavy again, the volstruckers were stalking them for a long time weren’t they?? Yikes

- “The love that the three of us shared” 👀

- An opportunity.... to overtake Trent? The Assembly? I do love the neutral evil wizards vibes always, though (True Neutral?)

- Wait, there are nine Cerberus Assembly members???? I’ve connected the dots....... I’ve connected them........

- Veth that was a bit too on the nose...... I feel like she is dropping hints that she’s in love with Caleb..... “Wouldn’t you [be sad] if you wanted to be with this amazing young man but you couldn’t because of circumstances tearing you apart?”

- So there’s infighting in the Empire with the Cerberus Assembly against the King, and there’s also tension between the houses in the Dynasty.... I feel like there are two major political plays being set up here

- Maybe I’m super gullible but I do trust both Essek and Astrid right now.... idk I feel like their paths are kind of parallels in an interesting way, mayhaps I’ll write more about that soon *thoughts are being thought*

- “Nothing is more important than you” Yeah I’m having Widobrave feelings tonight

- OKAY HERE WE GO LESBIANS LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

- “You want my hand.... it’s been a minute” YASHA PLEASE LMAO DGJKDHJ

- This is getting heavy too wait I just want to smile 😭 😭 (But this is a conversation they definitely needed to have)

- People complaining in the chat about the date “taking too long” are lame, I hope this date lasts for five hours thank you very much, y’all knew you were signing up for disaster lesbians and now you’re surprised??

- THE L WORD

- I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU IN KAMORDAH........ I’M SO PROUD OF THE PERSON YOU’VE BECOME..............

- I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD AND THEN THEY KISS IM SCREAMING DJKD;LDHSLASA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

- THE NINJAS LMAOOOOOOOOOO CALEB PLEASE

- Beau calling Yasha “Babe” I CANT WAIT TO HEAR THIS ALL THE TIME OHMYGOD

- Yasha’s soft “hey”

-”I love you too” “That;s the best thing I’ve ever heard” THE SEROTONIN I FEEL. THIS IS !!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH

- Awww, their hands linked together is so sweet I love that

- Okay the first half of this episode had me tearing up, and then this second half I could not stop grinning.... Beauyasha is my favorite ship in the show and they mean so much to me, so getting to see them have deep conversations about their feelings and how far they’ve come, but also have fun and mess around with each other and just be happy together for once in their lives... they are making good memories. And I feel like I’m making good memories too, by watching them.

Happy Thursday, y’all <3

#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role #c2e126 #my liveblogs #beauyasha........ astrid............ even slightly widobrave hints in this episode............ i have many thoughts. MANY OF THEM #this second half of the episode was so nice though i needed that cleanser they make me smile <3

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oumiyuki · 3 years

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A little bit wet and a little bit too cute

Summary: You-chan gets wet from the rain and Chika is worried and concerned and cannot look away.(Happy Birthday, Chika-chan!! Forgot to share it here XD)

Pairing: ChikaYou

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Words: 1793

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too!

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[You POV]

Kaboom. Psshhhhhhh…

Thunder rumbles on after a loud cackle of the lightning ripped through the dark clouds for a second and rain began to pour down.

Uwa..!! Not good, not good, not good!

You was not given much time to think as big fat raindrops were quick to become a sheet of white rain and You was drenched within a minute of running for shelter.

You-chan forecast or the weather news did not mention sudden thunderstorms at all this morning!

The swimmer had good legs and running stamina but the bus stop was still quite the distance from the snack store You was stopping by to grab something before visiting Chika for some assistance in lyric writing after her swim practice.

You lets out a breath as she wiped rainwater off her arms futilely.

“All wet… At least the snacks are safe in their packaging.” You lifts the dripping wet plastic bag full of sweets and snacks with a wry smile, and then another sadder smile at her school bag.

I wonder what time the bus will arrive…

You was planning to stroll back if she was done shopping early in the first place, but now that it started storming out of the blue, she decides to check the bus timing.

And as expected, the estimated time for the next bus was one and a half-hour away.

We’re in the countryside after all, huh!

You laughed to herself and looked back outside the small shelter of the bus shelter – a beautiful white sheet of rain falling from thick dark clouds that have fully blown in, the trees rustling strongly. That’s when You felt the wind too, blowing against her soaking wet uniform and damp arms made the ash-brunette shiver and hug herself.

“It’s cold! Ah…” You looks left and right slowly, a small hope to see someone around but alas, none.

I might freeze out here. Guess there’s only one course of action…

You tightens her school blazer she wrapped around her waist, adjusted her schoolbag on her shoulder, and gripped the plastic bag of yummies before nodding to herself. “Time to run!!!!!”

You dashed out into the rain to get to Chika’s place as fast as her legs could bring her when fighting against the torrential rain. Halfway through though, You could not help but chuckle. Running through the rain is refreshing.

If I didn’t have to worry about the others catching a cold, I’d definitely ask the rest of Aqours to play in the rain with me~

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[Chika POV]

“Ahhhh, why isn’t You-chan picking up my calls or answering my texts??” Chika complained aloud, her face was a picture of worry as she looked out her window, seeing and hearing the thunderstorm rage on outside.

“What do I do..?” Chika mumbles as she gripped her phone tighter and she sat tensely on her bed.

You-chan said she will come over today but… It’s raining so heavily right now…

Chika stood up and start pacing the floor, stopping by her balcony to gaze worriedly into the white sheet of rain.

Club practice is definitely over for You-chan… I’m sure she does not have an umbrella too since the weather report said sunny this morning… Ah… What can I do??

Chika paced her room again, staring at her phone for hopefully some replies but there was none. The orangehead threw her arms in the air with a loud helpless cry.

I’m gonna wait at the entrance!!

It did not matter how long Chika had to stand by the inn’s entrance as long as it means one second sooner to make sure her girlfriend made it safely to her side.

It was an additional fifteen minutes of waiting before Chika finally caught sight of You running through the rain towards her.

You-chan!! Ahh she’s okay but--

“YOU-CHAN! MOU! Why didn’t you call me? Why are you running in the rain? You’re all wet. What if you caught a cold? I was worried sick! I kept calling when I noticed the rain but you never picked up. I- I thought… What if…what if something happened… You-chan! H-Hurry inside already. Mou!!”

“Ahh… Chika-chan… I’m sorry, I didn’t want to keep you waiting and I was already wet? So… I’m sorry.” You lowered her head in apology, holding her arm awkwardly and for some warmth at the same time.

Chika’s concern for You was still at the maximum meter but she also realized she raised her voice and made You feel bad so she quickly shook her head and took a quick breath.

Aaahhh, I didn’t mean to make You-chan sad. But… But I was worried.

“You-chan…” Chika murmurs.

You raises her head a little and looked up at Chika with upturned eyes.

Ah… You-chan is kind of pouting too, that’s cute—mm?!

Chika’s breathing hitched when her eyes lowered from You’s sad ocean blue eyes, pouty lips and down to You’s chest which Chika finally realizes again how wet You is and that the rain has caused You’s white uniform to be sticking to her body and…and…!!

Gwaaahhh baby blue- bra- You-chan!!! What are you showing me?? No, no, what are you wearing??? It- It’s a cute one… Gyaaah! No, wait! What am I doing staring at You-chan’s b-b-bra and thinking about wanting to…touch…!!

Chika shakes her head and subconsciously raises her hand to touch You’s arm, sliding it down those cold, wet and toned arms down to You’s hands, intertwining their fingers.

You-chan…I, I want to make sure she’s warm and safe and definitely not let anyone see her like this!

“You-chan!” Chika shouts which shocks the ash-brunette again but before You could say anything, Chika grips her hand tight and pulls You inside. “F-Faster!”

“Ahh, mm. Hold on Chika-chan!” You had to run a little after shrugging off her wet shoes at the entrance.

Now in Chika’s room, the orangehead wastes no time in saying the important things. “Strip.”

“Eh?”

“Not ‘eh’, You-chan. Strip! Before you catch a cold. C’mon, I’ll help you.” Chika takes a step closer and had her hands on You’s front, getting to the buttons.

“W-Wait, Chika-chan!”

“I’m not waiting.” Chika had a determined expression as she unbuttoned You’s drenched shirt.

I’ve already waited enough!

“Aahh, Chika-chan!” You whines as she quickly drops her bag and snacks to the floor and tried to hold onto her girlfriend’s hands to stop her. “Wait, wait, wait. You…left the windows open!”

“Win…dows?” Chika looks to the side, seeing the rain pour and the light of Riko’s room behind the curtains. “Oh.”

Chika looks down to see she had two buttons undone from You and she could see the swimmer’s chest raise up and down with each breath, that baby blue bra which looks soft to the touch like what it is holding stares back at Chika. Looking at You’s cute troubled face, Chika swallows. “Oh.”

W-Wouldn’t want Riko-chan seeing this.

The leader of Aqours releases her hold on You’s third button she was about to undo and pitter-pattered over to the window to shut it, pulling her curtains over while she was at it.

“Is this okay?” Chika asks softly as she places her hand back on You’s chest.

Windows closed. You-chan mine.

After five breaths (Chika counted the rise and fall of You’s chest), the mikan-lover whispers, “May I..?”

I want to see more…

You nods small, timid blue hues staring into passionate crimson eyes.

And with the swimmer’s permission, Chika’s hand slowly moves downwards, her fingers brushing past You’s chest and back to the third button… Unbuttoning it and so forth.

You’s cheeks were rosy red by the time Chika was done with all the buttons and Chika helped shrug it off You’s shoulder and arms – successfully stripping You’s top off.

Chika takes a slow and long breath through her nose. Crimson eyes hyper-focused on You’s breasts to the valley which a stray raindrop from the ash-brunette’s hair dripped in between.

Chika stares till You clears her throat. “C-Chika-chan, I thought this is so I won’t catch a cold?”

It was! Is! Aahhh..!

Chika was turning scarlet red like her eyes as her eyes flitted about the room, finding it hard to look her girlfriend in the eye. “I-It is… I just, um, realize that it’ll be better if you took a bath right away…”

I wanted to help you get warm but your bra and breasts distracted me!

You chuckles softly; the movement once again had Chika distracted by You’s ample bosom, leading to Chika’s heart thumping louder in her ears and her cheeks mimicking You’s redness.

“W-What?”

“Mm…” You hums thoughtfully, wearing a silly, shy smile. “That’s what I thought too when deciding to run through the rain.”

Chika puffs her cheeks out at You before averting her gaze again. “You should have said so earlier.”

“I tried to but Chika-chan wouldn’t wait…” You looked at Chika with large, watery ocean blues – cute.

What is this. Why is You-chan so cute. Mou!

“Ahhh! Then! C’mon!”

“Whaa- Chika-chan??”

Chika tugs You over to her wardrobe and picks a t-shirt. “Put this on.”

Not gonna let anyone but me see you half-naked!

“O-Oh…” You takes the shirt but does not wear it.

“You-chan?” Chika tilts her head to the side questioningly.

You looks down. “Um…I’ll need that hand.”

Hand..?

Chika looks to their intertwined hands from when Chika pulled You along with her.

Uu… It can’t be helped that I love holding your hand, You-chan!

Chika reluctantly let’s go so the still-wet ash-brunette could put on the nice and dry shirt.

“Here I go.” You verbalizes the action of getting dressed and lifts Chika’s hand after.

You-chan..?

You brought Chika’s hand into hers and grins blushingly at her.

Gaaah! You-chan is being romantic cute again!!

Chika puffs her cheeks out once again but holds You’s hand tight, loving the warmth she could share with her dorky girlfriend who would run through the rain to be with her.

“Chika-chan, take me to your bathroom~” You flashes a big smile at Chika who squeezes You’s hand tightly.

Baka You-chan.

Very tightly.

Baka You-chan!

Extra tightly.

“Ah, um, ahh, Chika-chan? My hand… can’t breathe..??” You gave Chika a troubled look as her fingers turn red and redder.

Why are you so charming AND cute??? Mou!! You’re making it hard for me to not just hug and kiss you nonstop!!!

Chika pouted hard at You who did not understand why Chika was gripping her hands so tightly.

Thankfully, when You sneezed, Chika remembers to put her desire to jump her girlfriend to the side first as she prioritized getting her adorable girlfriend fresh and warm again (maybe with a side of cuddling in bed after the bath).

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Author Notes

Aaaand, we wish we get bathroom scenes and cuddly scenes and maybe a kissing scene XD But for now…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHIKA-CHAN!!!!! (*≧ω≦*)

I love you and your girlfriend ;D hahaha, please keep being the adorable mikan-loving girl you are!

Dear Readers, did you enjoy it~? :D

I hope you did! It was much fun to write it :P hehe~

Leave me a comment if you like! (Grab a mikan from the table while you’re at it ;) I look forward to seeing your love for Chika, ChikaYou and this little story (≧◡≦))

See you next ChikaYou! ^w^7

(Also, there is a picture that inspired this story: https://twitter.com/airmisuzu0920/status/1415081677425049602/photo/1)

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givemethemaknaes16 · 5 years

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Golden Love

Jungkook/reader

just you, Jungkook, and your troublemaking golden retriever.

It was 4:30 pm, which meant that dance practice was over for the boys of bighit. At 4:45, the youngest of bts threw the entrance door open and began the 10 minute walk to the dorms.

“Aahhh!” Jungkook groaned and stretched his arms overhead as he shook off the lingering sweat leftover from dancing. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, giving a pink/orange hue to the sky that made jungkook smile. Usually, he would take the car the company had to get home, but there was something about walking after a hard day of practicing that made Jungkook happy. Something about the fresh air, the clean nature air that riding in a car made you miss just made walking more enjoyable.

When he was just about to walk up the stairs leading to his dorm, Jungkook was almost swept to the ground by a medium sized mass of golden fur.

“What the-“ as Jungkook opened his eyes once again, he was met with the brown eyes of a dog. One that was very uncomfortably standing halfway on his chest. He gently pushed the animal off of him and jumped up, grabbing the dogs collar before it could run off.

“Are you lost, bud?” The dog blinked in reply. “Hmm, let’s take a look at your collar and see if we can’t find your home, eh?”

Jungkook bent down to spin the dogs collar, stopping when he found an id tag listing a phone number and address, which Jungkook noticed was only a couple blocks from the dorms.

“Aha! Ok, let’s get you home before your owner gets too worried.” The idol and golden retriever started down the sidewalk in a silence that was broken only because Jungkook was a talkative soul.

“You’re pretty lucky I know where you live, bud.” The dog looked up at Jungkook at his words. “Otherwise, you’d have to stay the night with me, and if that had happened, I don’t know that your owner could wrench you away from my friends.” The pair walked until jungkook pulled on the dogs collar, halting at a small house with blue shutters and a path lined with solar lights.

“I think we’re here. Does this look familiar to you?” Jungkook asked rhetorically. The dog blinked twice as if to say ‘yep this is my home’. Jungkook walked to the door and rang the doorbell, tapping his foot as he waited for an answer. “Hopefully, this is the right house, I probably should be getting back soon.”

The door opened quickly, your eyes frantically looking around before locking your attention on the animal in Jungkook’s hand.

“Copper!” You began to hug the dog before realizing the hand connected to the collar. Your dark green eyes spanning up to meet jungkook’s. “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t see you, I was so worried about him. I don’t even know how he got out of the house, but thank you so much for bringing him back, I hope it wasn’t-“ you stop suddenly as you notice who your talking to, “too...much trouble.” Why hadn’t you noticed how cute he was before you started rambling on and on about your dog?

Jungkook smiled warmly, stuck on your emerald green eyes. “It was no problem, honestly.” He quickly stuck out the hand that wasn’t still holding onto the dog collar. “I’m Jungkook.”

“Y/n. And thank you again, really.” You smile and take your dog from Jung-kook’s grasp. Jungkook laughed to ease the awkward silence that was building up.

“No thanks is needed. I’m just glad he didn’t get hurt.” He fidgeted before continuing. “I should probably get back to my dorm before it gets dark.”

You nod and give a small wave as jungkook starts to walk away. Before you close the door, you see jungkook stop and turn back.

“It was nice to meet you, y/n.” He smiles, “and copper,” He points to your golden, who was standing beside you panting and observing,”be more careful, bud.” With a last smile and wave, you shut your door.

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Rehearsals always began at the same time, that time being 8 am. Jungkook liked being places early, at least a little, unlike most of his older members. Just as he was about to leave, taehyung, one of his hyungs, called out to him.

“Jungkookie! Wait for me, I wanna come with you!”

Jungkook stopped walking and turned back to wait. The two boys starting their journey and talked the whole way.

A couple minutes later, jungkook smiled and halted, making taehyung bump into him.

“Yo, why’d you stop?” Taehyung waited for a reply, but none came. He followed jungkooks stare to a girl with dark brown hair highlighted with pink streaks throughout.

Jungkook held a hand up in greeting. “Y/n! Hey!”

You were up at 8 purely for the reason that copper always woke you up to take him out at awfully unholy times. Usually, you wouldn’t take him for a full walk, but today felt warmer than usual, which made you decide on a longer walk.

Just as you were about to go inside, you heard your name being called. You looked toward the voice and found jungkook walking with a boy you had seen before but couldn’t place.

You started to wave back at him, but before you could, you felt the leash looped around your wrist tighten.

“Copper, stop pulling.” You yanked the leash to make your dog come back to you, but he was already almost to Jung-kook.

“Copper!” His leash, which was getting close to its end, still looped to your wrist, pulled you with him. You tripped along as Copper dragged you to Jungkook.

Thankfully, you didn’t fall because a pair of hands caught you and grabbed Copper’s leash, efficiently stopping his trip.

“copp-“ you panted and swept your hair back as you straightened up and met jungkooks eyes. “oh...hi.”

Jungkook smiled. “Hey. you okay there?” he began to look you over in search of injury. You shook your head and put your hand on his upper arm to reassure him.

“I’m fine. Thanks for catching me, though.” you looked down to your dog as jungkook replied.

“no problem, i see Copper has an affinity for getting into trouble.”

you nodded, “i think he likes you.”

before the conversation could progress, you heard a cough from behind you. you suddenly remembered the boy jungkook was with. you spun around and stuck your hand out to the boy, who was about the same height as jungkook, with reddish hair and a white boxy smile.

“i’m y/n.” the boy shook your head gently. “taehyung. i’m jungkook’s dormmate.”

you exchanged nice to meet yous and turned back to jungkook. “i should probably go, i’m only out to let copper walk a bit.” you nodded in politeness. “thanks again for catching me.”

you began to walk away, but a hand grabbed you. jungkook’s. “wait,” he said, grabbing his phone. “put your number in, i’ll text you. maybe we can do something sometime?”

you laughed quietly and slowly put your number in, noticing jungkook’s cute smile as you did so.

“hopefully it won’t take my dog almost killing me.” jungkook laughed before replying.

“yeah, hopefully.”

#bts #btsarmy #yoongi #jhope #kpop #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #jin #taehyung #fanfic #jungkookxreader #jungkook/reader #suga #rm #hoseok #btsfanfic #btsfics #oneshot #dog #jungkookandadog #fluff?

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Hetalia: Axis Powers Episode #51 Transcript

This episode has America's fear of ghosts.

Germany: Hey, Italy! You’re going to be late for morning training!

Italy: Heh, eh, heh, eh, heh, eh, heh, eh, heh, eh, heh, eh…

Germany: I once killed a man in his sleep with his own mustache and a grape.

Italy: Aah! Fine; I’m up, I’m up!

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Germany: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Germany: Italy! You are late again today!

Italy: Huah, huah, huah, huah…

Germany: Hmmm…well, you do feel a little warm.

(Italy: Huah, huah, huah, huah…)

Italy: Achoo!

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America: Japan, do you wanna watch a video with me? It’s really short!

(Tony: Weweweweweweheuh!)

Japan: It’s not another scary movie, is it?

{Caption: Scary}

America: So freakin’ scary! There’s no way I’m watching it alone!

(Tony: Wawawawawawawawawawa)

Japan: Auh…

{Text on TV: Ghosts in America}

America: Thanks a bunch. With you and Mr. Pillow, it’s only half as scary!

Japan: You don’t have to watch it at all, you know.

America: Say that again and I’ll kill you. Okay…let’s watch it.

Japan’s thoughts: It is rare to see America reduced to such insecurity…this movie must be true terror.

Movie narrator: Good evening. Welcome, my sweet little lambs, through the forbidden door into Hell! I’ll be your demonic guide for this evening! The horrors you are about to witness will burn your brain ‘til damnation day! I hope you enjoy your stay; mwahahahahahahaha!

America: Huahuahuahuahauah!

Movie narrator: Well, then, why don’t I give you your first taste of the darkness that awaits you. Do you see the rather handsome cowboy in the picture here? Your minds can’t grasp the horror staring you in the face! This picture captured a portal to the other side. Do you see it? It’s hard to have your picture taken when you’ve…been dead for a hundred years! Mwahahahaha!

Japan: So dumb…aha…

America: AAHHH! Real life ghost in a picture; that’s freaking brutal! Make it stop! Huahuahauhauah! Please tell me he’s just making it up; there’s no way that’s a real ghost! I’m just gonna have to pretend that didn’t happen! Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top! When the wind blows, the cradle will rock!

(Japan: Auh…auh…)

America: Aah, I’m scared! Turn it off! Hold me! Ghosts are scary; that was a bad idea! Bad VCR, bad! I’m gonna pee my pants! This is so scary! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!

Japan: Now, America…try to calm down and look at this next scene; it’s not so bad!

America: There’s two ghosts in that one, so it’s twice as scary! Aah!

Japan: Take the time to examine it closer! Stare deep into those pools of blue nothing.

America: I’m scared!

Japan: You will soon realize…hm…there is nothing to be afraid of.

America: What the hell is wrong with you?!

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America: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

America: Oh, thank God…it’s over! I almost wet my pants!

Japan: That’s gross.

Japan’s thoughts: Why did you watch it?

America: Boy, that was scary! But I’m tough, and I watched it all the way through!

Japan’s thoughts: Why did you watch it?! You didn’t have to watch it! Who am I talking to?

America: Guess what, Japan! I need help with this chick, Bloody Mary!

Japan: Screw you. No way!

(America: Come on, pussy!)

Japan: Mr. America! You cannot go through life scared by stuff you see on television! Now, I’m giving you these horror video games so you can get used to scary stuff!

America: Aha! I can’t be scared, ‘cause games are about death and winning, and I’m America! Right on! Wanna play? Uhh…

{Caption: The next day…}

Japan: America? Are you okay? How did you do with the video games? I hope you weren’t attacked by any of the real spirits that can come from them.

America: Hhhnnn…hello…Japan!

Japan: Huahuahuahuah!

America: Hahahahaha! Dude, I totally got you! You afraid of a little boo-berry makeup?

Japan: Aah! Tell me that monster didn’t really get you!

(America: Ahahahaha!)

America: No way, those games were totally fun! And that monster was cute!

(Japan: Uh?)

Japan: What do you mean, “cute”?

America: Oh, man…you’re such a wuss, that’s funny! Ahahahahahahahaha!

(Japan: Eh…. ehh…)

Japan: Ehhhh…

Narrator: And so, another triumph of cross-cultural celebration with America in the driver’s seat. USA!

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Fake texts requests? Gotchu fam. Hahahaha jk Just an idea, it's okay if you dont do this. College!au with Changbin, he's got this huge crush on reader but you think he's intimidating so skiz spams you will baby changbin stuff (cute things he does) aahhh this js rather lengthy I'm gonna stop now bye love u

oof thank u for requesting i hope u like it!!!

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12 am adventure🍁2.

“SHAWN!” I say looking at the Toronto tower, and the down at the city. We were on top of a building that was really close to the Toronto tower. The view was beautiful. “I’m speechless. I... thank you.” I say to Shawn “baby I love you so much.” Shawn says leaning down giving me a kiss, “where are we?” I ask sitting down on the door “one of my friends building, I had this crazy idea of taking you here before. But I didn’t know how, or when. But when i woke up and heard a guy friend of yours talking to you. I just didn’t want to see you with another guy, it made me jealous. I love you so so SO much, and I’m afraid to lose you. I can’t imagine my world without you, even when I’m away from you, from home I just can’t stop thinking about you.” He says getting up, I get up with him as well. My eyes are watery because I feel the same ways about him. Before he can continue “Shawn i love you SO much. I can’t even imagine my world without you. The secret that I didn’t wanted to tell you was, I do talk about you a lot. The secret is that I think that You don’t feel the same way about me. Words can’t say the way I feel about you. I’m so in love with you.” I say wiping my tears. He just “if I don’t feel the same way about you then why am I doing this?” I just look at him confused he gets on one knee “y/n y/l/n will you marrry me?” I see him holding a beautiful ring, I’m shocked, I can’t even process anything. “Ye... YES!!” He put the ring in my finger and we kiss so passionately, like we’ve never kissed before.

We just stare at the moon “it feels like we’re in a movie.” “It does. I got my princess.” Shawn says looking at me giving me a smirk. “C’mon lets go home. We have a long day ahead of us.” We get up and start walking back to shawns place. We get into our place, we take our shoes off and then go into the bedroom “I can’t believe I’m engaged!” I say looking at my ring “lets celebrate, honey” Shawn says in my ear... taking our clothes off. It was a long night…

It’s the morning, we look into each other’s eyes, shawn has his hand in my hair. He asks “are you okay? Are you sore?” He looks concerned. “I’m fine.” I smile at him “are you sure? You must’ve came three times last night.” He says smiling in the crook of my neck. “Are you sore? You must’ve came four times last night” I ask making him look at me, “Five times. I’m good” he says giving me a smile. I roll my eyes at him, making him roll me around making him on top of me. “We can make it six?” Shawn gives me a smirk, I just push him away, making him know that I’m really sore. We decided to get up because we can’t stay in bed all day.

It’s in the afternoon I get a text from Shawn “mom says she wants us to go eat with the family. She misses us” I text back “yeah we can go. When are you coming back?”

He comes back I’m in the shower he joins me, “hi baby” I kiss him. “Hey, Babe. It was a long day today.” Shawn says we just have a casual talk about our day. “When should we tell time ?” Shawn asks while coming behind me and hugging me. “Tonight?” I say looking up at him “tonight.” He says kissing me.

Get got out of the shower, got dressed and ready to go. We get to the mendes house, we greet each other we’re happy to finally have time to catch up. We start eating dinner shawn is talking to his Parents about the new music, while Aaliyah is just eating her food listening to shawn. I had my ring on but they didn’t notice it yet, i excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Then it’s finally time to tell them. “We have some exciting news for you guys” Shawn says “are you pregnant?” Aaliyah looks at me “no. Not yet” I say with a Smile “we’re engaged” Shawn says I show them the ring. “Oh my god!!” Mostly Karen and Aaliyah screams “congratulations!” They all say they give us hugs and kisses on our cheeks. The night went well, surprisingly good.

We get home tired we take our shoes off, my phone starts ringing it’s my ex boyfriend I look at the caller id “why is he calling you?” Shawn asks upset “I don’t know?” I say and I answer the phone. He starts going off on me that I can’t do this because he’s not over me, he still loves me, I need to be with him... “stop! I have No clue what your talking about? Are you on drugs? Did you get drunk? Again? E/b/n” (ex boyfriends name) “I’m so in love with you. I can’t get over you! I can’t stop loving you!” He says “I did. A long time ago. You know when? When I found out that you cheated on me that night. That you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. That’s when I stopped loving you. And I’m really happy in my relationship I’m getting married soon.” I say leaving him speechless and I hang up the phone.

It was a few days later, it’s the morning Shawn is still sleeping I wake up to someone banging on the door,really loud. I go to the door I open it.. and I see a familiar face, it’s my ex boyfriend...

Aahhh this took me 1 week!!! Bc I’m fixing my house!! I hope you enjoyed!!!

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Just a Friend.

Summary: You and Finn Balor are best friends. What happens when you admit your feelings to him?

Pairing: Finn Balor/ OC.

Warnings: Some swear words, smut implied.

A/N: An anon requested for a fic based on the song “Just a Friend To You” by Meghan Trainor. You can listen to the song HERE to get a feel for this story and kind of where the storyline came from. 4390 words. Also, this is my first time writing a fic based on a song. PLEASE let me know what you think!

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @panic-angel3314, @shieldgirl95, @earl-01, @nickie-amore, @blondekel77, @reigns420, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut, @blackwidow2721, @wrestlingimaginesposts, @wweburnitdown, @thirstiswet, @princesstoniii, @birthday-prinxess, @princess3733, @princesses-reign-daily, @lip-sync, @laziestgirlintheworld, @devitts-girl

People think that being a wrestler is easy. They think that all you do is travel, do shows, eat well, workout, sleep, and that’s it. Either that, or it isn’t even real. A real sport. But they don’t have a damn clue what it takes to even get here. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears. You could go on and on about some of the scars that you have obtained from being in this field.

Working your ass off lead to where you are today. A WWE wrestler for the longest running TV show in history. Monday Night RAW was the greatest opportunity you have ever been given. But you didn’t get here by yourself.

Previously to WWE, you wrestled in Japan. That is where you trained and became the wrestler you were today. That was also where you met your best friend, Finn Balor.

You’d known Finn before he was the famous Prince Devitt. You watched him grow and he did the same with you. You trained together and pushed each other to the limit. That is where you think you got you ‘badass’ attitude and didn’t really care what people thought. Most of the time.

The two of you traveled together and spent a lot of time together. Time of the road, time in hotel rooms, restaurants, working out, and shows. You could easily say that without Finn Balor, you wouldn’t be the wrestler you are today.

Then the two of you were hired by WWE around the same time and joined NXT and things just improved with you two. Not even thinking it was possible, you spent even more time together. Finn even came up with the idea of you guys getting an apartment together. You spent the time together, why not just live together?

There was just one problem. You were helplessly in love with the man. Living with him only made it worse. The both of you weren’t exactly “relationship” kind of people. Sure, you both had brought people home before, but it never lasted. So what did you do? Make bad decisions. That’s what.

You and Finn had moved on from being best friends to now friends with benefits. The sex was mind blowing. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Only thing you hated was though, Finn always went right back to his room or he kicked you out almost immediately. You didn’t particularly like that because you were a cuddler. But, your relationship with Finn wasn’t like that.

It was the weirdest thing. You had feelings for Finn and he had no idea. He went on with his day like any other, like you weren’t sleeping together. Good for him, but part of you wanted to let him know how you felt, but that could jeopardize everything.

So, you kept your mouth shut.

“Why you gotta hug me

Like that every time you see me?

Why you always making me laugh

Swear you're catching feelings”

This week you were traveling on the east coast for live shows, having RAW take place in Philadelphia. While in catering, you were sitting with the girls and they were all talking about their love lives. Being very open about it. You didn’t realize how dirty these girls were, wow.

“What about you, Y/N? What’s happening with you?” Sasha asked you.

You just shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t mean to disappoint, but there isn't anything happening with me.”

Bayley glared at you, “You’re lying. C’mon. We’re all being open here. No judgment.”

Just then, Finn walked into the room talking with Gallows and Anderson. He had a huge smile on his face. It was contagious.

“Well, I have been seeing this guy that lives in my building, but it’s nothing more than a few nights together, ya know? I am far too focused on my career to get tangled in a mess like that right now.” You said.

That was a good answer, right?

“Aahhh, get it girl. What about Finn? Does he bring girls home?” Sasha asked, wanting the dirty details.

“Sorry, ladies. You’ll have to ask him that. I don’t have a clue what he does on his free time.” You said, gathering you things and getting up.

“Seriously?! You can’t give us anything? You live with the guy!” Bayley said.

“My lips are sealed.” You said with a smile on your face.

You threw your trash away and made your way to Finn. Give him the warning that people were on to him to see if he’s seeing anyone.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you surprised him. He jumped so high, he just about fell out of his chair. Gallows and Anderson were laughing pretty hard.

“Geeeez, love. Next time ya try to sneak up on someone, how about a bit of a warnin’?” He asked, repositioning himself.

You took the seat next to him, “Well that just takes the fun out of it.”

Gallows chipped in, “Yeah, can you do that more often? I think Anderson here just about pissed himself laughing so hard.”

Anderson then hit Gallows arm, “I did not. But I do need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”

The whole table laughed.

“So what’s up?” Finn turned to you and asked.

“Not much. The girls were trying to get some juicy info about you. Luckily for you, I didn’t have anything to tell them. But I just figured you should know, people are asking around.” You said, bumping his arm, laughing.

“Nothing to tell them?! Fergal. Are you not gettin’ any?!” Gallows asked, fairly loudly.

Finn’s eyes got wide and face got beet red, “Keep yer voice down, would ya?! I am, ya don’t need to be worryin’ about that.”

You didn’t say anything, just kept your head down.

Gallows got up and walked over to Finn, “Atta boy. Can’t be getting out of practice now.”

He gave him a ‘Too Sweet’ then walked off.

It was silent at the table for a moment, you were about to speak up when Finn beat you to it, “Well, I’ll see ya around.”

He then got up and got the hell out of there.

See you around? That wasn’t like Finn at all.

You just tried to shake it off and got ready for the show.

It was very difficult, but you managed to drop what Finn said. You were focused on the show for tonight.

Waiting for your entrance music, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your naked stomach. You quickly turned around.

“Finn. What are you doing?” You asked, smiling.

He didn’t say anything and hugged you. It wasn’t just a normal hug though. He held you tight. Your face was in the crease of his neck and you got a good whiff of his cologne and that made you feel weak in the knees. He then let you go, and you struggled to keep your balance at first.

“Sorry ‘bout earlier. That was kinda weird. Good luck out there.” He whispered in your ear and kissing your cheek.

“Thanks. You too, you know, for your match later.” You said.

“Thanks. Facin’ Braun. Gonna get my arse handed to me, but it’ll be okay.” He said, rubbing his ass, as if it was already hurting.

That made you laugh.

You grabbed his shoulders and laughed, “At least try to get a few good punches and kicks in before then.”

“I’ll try. Just for you. See ya after?” He asked.

Then your music hit. You just nodded and went and did your entrance.

Your match went smoothly and the crowd loved it. That was what you liked about house shows. They were smaller and you could interact with the fans more. A little girl even handed you a picture she drew of the two of you. It was so sweet. Camilla was her name. She was an angel.

Getting ready backstage to go home, you went to find Finn to head to the next town.

Right before you were about to turn the corner, you could hear Finn talking to someone. He was talking to Enzo Amore. You waited a minute, you didn’t want to interrupt their conversation.

“C’mon. Gimme the details. Have ya seen her...all exposed? Slept with her? Living with her must be fun.” Enzo laughed, nudging Finn.

What a pig.

“Uh, no Enzo. None of the above. We’re just friends. And even if there were anythin’ goin’ on, which there isn't, why the hell would I tell ya, of all people, about it? Geez man.” Finn said.

Well. That was new to your ears. Just friends.

You walked away and found another way to get to the rental and just texted Finn that you were there already. You needed to get your emotions out of the way before he got there.

“I loved you from the start

So it breaks my heart

When you say I'm just a friend to you

'Cause friends don't do the things we do

Everybody knows you love me too

Tryna be careful with the words I use

I say it 'cause I'm dying to

I'm so much more than just a friend to you”

Finn made his way into the rental and you threw a fake smile at him. He started driving and was acting like that conversation was nothing back there. So it must have not been? You were just some fuck to Finn when he needs it? You really didn’t know if he slept with other girls. You knew that you weren’t. You liked Finn to much to sleep with anyone else. But he, or anyone else for that matter, doesn’t know how you feel.

“How’d yer match go” He asked.

“Uh, it was fine. I won.” You said.

“That’s good! I didn’t. I got my arse handed to me like I knew I would.” He laughed, then he looked at you, hoping you would laugh too.

“How bad are you hurting?” You asked, looking ahead at the road.

“Not too bad, thankfully.” He said.

You sensed that he could feel the tension in the air. It was fairly quiet the rest of the way to the hotel.

Once you made it to the next town, you got out of the car and grabbed your bag and went straight to your room.

You had to share it, so you couldn’t properly let out your emotions. You decided to just take a shower and try to do it then. It was all so overwhelming. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel. Being in love with your best friend and have him tell your coworkers that you’re just friends? You had no idea what Finn thought about all of this, but if you brought it up, he would be all weird about it.

Right when you were about to lie down, you had got a text. From Finn. He wanted you to come to his room. Part of you knew what he wanted, but you didn’t want to give in anymore. It was hurting you more than it was helping. So, you texted him back.

-What for?

-Just come over, please.

You sighed and got up. He texted you his room number and you put leggings and a sweatshirt on. Your hair was still wet, but oh well.

Knocking on his door lightly, he opened it to let you in. Luckily there was no one in the hallway to see you.

“Hey.” He said.

You peeked your head into the room to see if anyone else was in there.

“Have it all to myself, no worries. Come in?” He gestured to the room. You walked in.

As soon as the door closed you asked, “So what did you need?”

“Uh, okay. I just wanted to make sure yer okay. Ya acted kinda weird on the car ride here. I know when somethin’ is upsettin’ ya. So, are ya alright?” He asked.

You weren’t quite sure how to answer him. Do you be honest and put your friendship in danger or make up some excuse? You’d feel pretty shitty if you lied, so you decided to be honest.

“I overheard you talking with Enzo earlier…” You said.

Finn sighed and nodded, “Okay, didn’t know ya were standin’ there.”

“I was trying to find you after the show. Didn’t mean to overhear, but…” You said.

“He was just bein’ a pig, okay. Ignore him. If it upset ya that much, I can talk-”

“It wasn’t what he said that upset me. That is to be expected from Enzo Amore.” You said, cutting him off.

“Alright, so what did upset ya?” He asked, looking confused.

You sighed, “The fact that you said we were just friends.”

“But...we are?” He asked.

“Are we? Don’t take this the wrong way, but normal ‘friends’ don’t sleep together. Normal friends don’t have the unique relationship that we do.” You said.

“Y/N, what are ya tryin’ to say?” Finn asked, still looking very, very confused.

“I don’t know Finn. This is hard to admit…” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the ground.

Finn got right in front of you and stood you up. He grabbed your chin, that way you were looking up at him, “You can tell me anytin. You know that.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay, how would you suggest telling your best friend of almost 10 years that you’re in love with them without ruining the relationship you have with them?”

Finn was quiet for a minute thinking, then it looked as if a lightbulb had turned on and he looked at you, “Wait, are ya tellin’ me-”

“Yes.” You said quietly.

Finn didn’t say anything. He just looked at you with his ocean blue eyes. His next move surprised you. He kissed you.

It was a passionate, needy kiss. You opened up your lips and Finn slipped his tongue in. He then pushed you back onto the bed.

It didn’t take long before your clothes were off and you assisted taking his off. Whenever you were with Finn, you could never seem to wait. You knew what you wanted, and he knew you wanted it, so he never hesitated to give it to you.

Tonight was different than most nights, it was...quick. You both seemed to get off pretty easily. But you still felt pretty good about it. He didn’t turn you away.

But Finn made love to you, right there, in his hotel room.

Once you caught your breath, you moved to get up and put your clothes back on and go back to your hotel room.

“Wait.” Finn said, grabbing your arm.

You turned around to look at him.

“Stay.” He said. Opening the spot next to him up for you.

“Really? You never want to do that.” You said, giving him a funny look.

“Tonight is different.” Finn said.

You took him up on his offer though. You stayed the night and cuddled him. That in itself wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t expect him to be so comfortable, since he is all muscle, but damn. You’re not complaining.

You got up earlier than usual so you could be in your hotel room before anyone knew you were missing. You decided not to go to sleep though. You took a shower and hit the gym and then got some breakfast. You had texted Finn to see if he wanted to join you, but didn’t get a response. He must be asleep.

“When there's other people around

You never wanna kiss me

You tell me it's too late to hang out

Then you say you miss me

And I loved you from the start

So it breaks my heart”

Later in the day you had received a text from Finn that he went to the arena early and that you would need to get a ride with someone else.

No big deal, you rode with one of the girls.

The day went by kind of quickly because before you knew it, it was show time. It was Sunday, so the night before RAW. Only one more travel day before you could go home and relax for a few days.

You were standing by the gorilla waiting patiently for your entrance. You were feeling good tonight. There was just one thing missing. Finn hadn’t come over to wish you luck. He did that before every match. Where was he?

Now that you thought about it, you haven’t seen him all day.

You went out and did your match anyway. It didn’t go quite as planned, but that’s okay. The crowd loved it.

Waiting for the show to get over, you got all your things packed and ready to go to the last town of the week. You left the locker room. You had also sent Finn a text asking where he was. No answer.

You found Finn talking with Gallows and Anderson backstage. You got up in their circle, “Hey guys! Finn, I texted you. You ready to go?”

“Actually, the guys and I are goin’ to ride together tonight. Is there someone else ya could ride with?” He asked.

Nia was walking past and heard, “I have an extra seat. You can ride with me if you want. I’m heading to the car now.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Uh, sure. Thanks, Nia. I am ready.” You said, walking away with her, looking back confused at Finn, who wouldn’t even look at you.

What was his problem?

The car ride with Nia, Alexa, and Mike Rome was fine. You got along with all of them. You just didn’t understand why Finn all of a sudden was riding with the boys? And didn’t bother telling you about it beforehand. And why didn’t he look at you? He was being super weird.

You went to the next hotel and just slept on it. Maybe things will be better tomorrow.

When you woke up the next morning, you had a text that came in way after you fell asleep. It was Finn.

-Missin ya tonite. Xx

What the hell? He couldn’t even look at you when he was around his friends, but can send you this shit in the middle of the night?

You walked down to the hotel lobby area and went to have some breakfast. You saw Finn sitting there with some of his friends, but you decided to ignore him.

“Can I join you guys?” You asked Alexa and Nia with a smile.

They were very welcoming and the conversation never died. It was nice.

Every so often, you glanced over at Finn and caught him staring at you. But at soon as you met eyes, he looked away. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You had to get ready and head to some radio and news stations this morning to do some interviews then go straight to the arena for RAW. You were so busy you didn’t even have time to think about your wacky love life.

While you were back in hair and makeup, the last person you wanted to see showed up and sat down next to you.

You sighed, “What do you want, Enzo?”

“How do ya know I want something? Maybe I just came in here to talk to a pretty lady.” He said, eyeing you up and down.

“Get out of my face, Enzo.” You said, starting to get bothered by him. You suddenly remembered the things he said to Finn about you.

“I want to know if you’ll go out with me sometime. I think we’d be great together. You have a great body, by the way.” He said.

“I’m going to give you 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kick your ass.” You said, staring at him. You could not deal with him right now.

He put his hands up in defense, “Okay, fine. Didn’t know you were such a snooty bitch.” He mumbled while walking away.

“Pig!” You yelled after him while he walked away.

Your blood was boiling. Luckily, you were done getting touched up. You thanked them then apologized for what they had to see.

You went to find your locker room so you could get ready. Luckily, you could take your frustration out on whoever you were facing tonight.

As fate would have it though, while you were walking quickly to the locker room, you collided with someone.

“Oops, sorry.” You said, before realizing it was Finn.

You looked at him for a second and felt tears start to swell in your eyes. The other person you didn’t want to see.

He didn’t say anything.

“Pffft.” You managed to get out then continuing on your way.

Once you got to the locker room, you couldn’t help but let out a couple tears. But you made sure to look over the sink so it didn’t mess up the makeup you just got done.

Why was all of this happening right now? It was the worst possible time. Why did you have to open your big mouth and tell Finn you loved him? Just why. You weren’t sure how to deal with all of it.

So, you didn’t. You got changed, cleaned up your face and went out and did your thing.

Poor Bayley though. She got to feel how frustrated you were tonight.

Once the match was over, Bayley caught up with you, “Damn, Y/N. Those were some hard hits tonight. You okay?”

“Yep. Totally fine. Sorry if I hurt you.” You said, looking at her to see if there were any bruises.

“I’m good, I can take a punch. Just making sure that you’re good.” She said.

You could see Finn in the corner of your eye, “Yeah, I have a lot on my plate, but I’m good. Good match tonight.” Then you walked away.

As you were walking down the hallway, Renee caught you for an interview. You could feel a hole burning in your face the whole time. Finn was staring.

Once the interview was over, you practically ran to the locker room. You couldn’t wait to take all the makeup off so you could let out the emotions running through your body.

Once you were changed out of your ring gear, you just sat on the bench and held your head in your hands.

You decided to ride alone to the hotel and thankfully you had a room to yourself. You flew home in the morning, but you weren’t sure if you could stand being there with Finn.

So, you texted your parents to see if they were doing anything the next couple of days. They said they weren’t, so maybe you could go surprise them.

It probably wasn’t the best idea, to avoid all of this, but you weren’t sure what else to do.

As soon as you woke up in the morning, you went straight to the airport. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

You made it home and thankfully, you beat Finn. You went to your room and began to pack a bag.

About an hour later, you heard the door. You were packed and ready to go, you were just going to wait to see if he went to his room before leaving.

You went into the living room and put your bags down and sat down on there while Finn was in the kitchen making himself some coffee.

“Goin’ somewhere?” He asked you.

“To my parent’s for a couple days.” You said, refusing to look at him.

It stayed quiet for a minute or two.

“Y/N. Will ya just bloody look at me!” Finn said, almost slamming his cup down.

Your eyes got wide and you looked at him. He was now cleaning up the mess he made. You went into the kitchen to help him.

Once everything was cleaned up, you both sat down at the island. You grabbed a cup of coffee.

“Sorry. What is happenin’ here?” Finn asked.

You were looking down at your cup, “I-I don’t know.”

“Why haven’t ya talked to me the last couple days?” He asked.

“Why haven’t you?” You asked, finally looking up at him.

Finn changed the subject, “So I’ve been doin’ a lot of thinkin’, about what ya said…”

“So you can ignore me in front of our friends some more? Then text me in the middle of the night that you miss me?” You began, you couldn’t help but get frustrated thinking about it.

“Will ya let me finish?”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, I was thinkin’ and I think I feel the same way…” He said, very quietly.

Did you hear him correctly?

“About what?” You asked.

“Ya know, ‘bout what ya told me the other night.” Finn said.

You raised your eyebrows, you wanted to hear him say it.

“Y/N. I am in love with ya. I tink I have been for a long time, I just didn’t realize it. It isn’t easy for me to admit my feelings like this. Wrestling has always been my focused then you came along.” He said.

“Then why were you a jerk to me the last couple days?” You asked.

“I don’t know. My head wasn’t on straight. My best friend just told me that they love me and I needed time to process.” Finn said.

“So you process by being an asshole?” You asked, laughing.

“I get defensive, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell Enzo that we were sleepin’ togetha because then everyone would know. So I just said those things to get him off my back.”

You laughed some more, “He tried coming after me the other day. I threatened to kick his ass.”

Finn laughed.

It was silent again, before you decided to speak up.

“So, what is this?” You asked.

“What do ya want it to be?” Finn asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, it was beginning to get awkward.

“How ‘bout this. How ‘bout I take ya on a date. See how that goes? And ya unpack that bag. Yer not goin’ anywhere.” Finn said.

He got up and walked over to you. He picked you up, started kissing you, and carried you bridal style over to his bedroom and shut the door.

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gayoongles · 6 years

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you okay?? aahhh i wanna send you a lot of love... ♡♡♡♡ my mom is really attached, too. i don't know what's up but i'm sure she means the best! ♡♡ you'll be okay, just keep your space for a while ♡

ahh no i'm not rly tbh, but I'll be okay tomorrow probably, I'm already just super stressed bc I have finals starting tomorrow and her yelling @ me (despite it being over text) isn't rly helping lol. and yeah I have space from her rn since I'm in college still until Tuesday, so I won't have to actually see her until then & I'm hoping it's okay by then honestly since I was planning on asking her abt going to a local concert w my brother ahah😅 thank you though💜 xxx ((also I'm sorry if I'm not addressing any of your msg properly/at all bc I'm on mobile rn and can't actually like,, see your message😩))

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I'm shook. Dean actually admitted that Chuck doesn't care, that Chuck just left and ignored all of his responsibilities. I thought Dean was pro-Chuck, I mean, he called Chuck a bestie, didn't he? I'm not sure if he really resents Chuck or he was just too depressed to think straight. I'm still shook though. (Oh, and if you're feeling unwell I hope you recover. I wish you luck. May October be kind to you.)

Aahhh, thank you. :P And yeah, I’ve been sick since Walker-Stalker Philly a few weeks ago, stupid con crud that turned into bronchitis because I am a weakling with no immune system. :D

I’ve also been debating whether I should write tonight (fic, which I have a deadline of december 2 on and I’m not even close to finished on), or if I should write a long meta on Fathers, or if I should just go to sleep and try again tomorrow. But this bit about Chuck, and how Dean feels about Chuck as an absent father figure, would factor into that meta.

I mean Dean’s always held a grudge against God since… ever probably, but at least in text as far back as 5.02 when Cas set out in search of God to help stop the apocalypse. Chuck never really grew into anything Dean could really respect any more than that, you know? Even the burden Chuck laid on him at the end of s11 wasn’t what Dean wanted. Dean had his ENTIRE LIFE ruined because of Chuck’s inability to clean up his own mess, and then suddenly Dean fixes it FOR him, and Chuck just sashays off into the sunset with Amara and again lays the entire burden for taking care of EVERYTHING at Dean’s feet… but Dean’s still just a guy doing a job. He doesn’t have Cosmic God Powers to just fix stuff when it goes wrong. How the hell is he meant to take care of the entire world?

He does try, though. Oh, how he tries. Until it crushes and breaks him.

(and whoopsie this is actually shaping up to BE that meta on fathers I’ve been thinking about, so guess how I’m gonna spend the next hour! WHEEE! *tosses fic writing plans out the window*)

I’ll start with the easiest one: Dean referring to Chuck as his bestie. In 12.04:

Gail: Do you know God, gentlemen?Dean: Oh yeah. Yeah, we’re- we’re besties.

Said with about 9 tons of sarcasm. I’d find a gif to demonstrate just how done Dean was in that scene, but he was pretty much done with EVERYTHING in 12.04. I think that nicely sums up his attitude going into that conversation.

But yes, I 100% do feel like Dean resents Chuck– for laying this burden on him and not giving him ANYTHING else. He laid this out to Chuck’s face in 11.21:

Dean: Here’s the thing, um…Chuck… And I mean no disrespect. Um… I’m guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that’s great. That’s, you know – It’s fantastic. Um, but you’ve been gone a – a… long, long time. And there’s so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don’t know, writing books, going to fan conventions. Were you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?Chuck: I was aware, Dean.Dean: But you did nothing. And, again, I-I’m not trying to piss you off. You know, I don’t want to turn into a pillar of salt.Chuck: I actually… didn’t do that.Dean: Okay. People – People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.Chuck: You’re frustrated. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on – Real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created… would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. [Sighs] It’s enabling.Dean: But it didn’t get better.Chuck: Well, I’ve been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.Dean: Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you’re trying to justify it.Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don’t confuse me with your dad.

And that’s it, really. The crux of Dean’s feelings toward Chuck. And that never really changed. Dean still had to take the burden of sacrifice on HIMSELF (carrying the Soul Bomb to Amara) because Chuck didn’t or couldn’t or just wouldn’t. It wasn’t Chuck that saved the world there, it was Dean using his words with Amara, dragging Chuck kicking and screaming into the conversation.

Okay, not kicking and screaming, more like whimpering and huddling… whatever… :P

But Chuck told Dean not to confuse him with John, and mistake his own “complicated upbringing” for Chuck’s “parenting” of the entire universe. And yet… as above, so below. And Chuck himself “chose” Dean as his mirror.

Then we have Dean’s own complicated Father Issues, from how John raised him, to how he was forced to raise Sam. As he said in 12.22 to Mary, he was forced to not only be a father to Sam, but a mother as well. And it wasn’t fair to Dean, and he hated Mary for her deal that put him in that position in the first place. What was unsaid there, but plain as day anyway, was that he hated John for it, too.

Lizbob and I were talking earlier about how Jack was describing the fact that he WAS his mother for a while before he was born, and how the very act of his birth sucked the life out of Kelly, and how that was a horrifying metaphor for motherhood, but Dean has said it himself, of Sam. Back in 10.03, when Sam was curing him of being a demon:

DEAN: You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … [Dean laughs.] Forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!SAM: This isn’t my brother talking.DEAN: You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.SAM: No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!DEAN: Well, then, we got nothin’.SAM: Would you say that to Dad?DEAN: Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!

Sam’s “very existence sucked the life” out of Dean’s life, just like Jack literally did to his mother, just TWO EPISODES AFTER Dean broke through to Mary with his confession about the horrors of his life, and his anger over having to be both mother and father to Sam.

And this was about the point I hit my EUREKA! moment over why the idea of Dean being forced to be a parent to Jack just pushed every NOPE NOPE NOPE button in my entire body. Because he’s JUST NOW finally letting go of feeling like his entire life had been one long forced obligation to be a parent to Sam, and now here’s this new pseudo-manbaby with frightening and potentially Dangerous Magical Abilities who needs parenting and looking after that was foisted on him against his will AGAIN.

I mean, it’s like the ultimate in Cosmically Un-Fucking-Fair.

And even the notion that Cas should be responsible for “parenting” the giant nougat-loving nuke in lost-and-found clothes just… sits so wrong with me for the exact same reason. How long has Cas been a guardian to Dean? How big was the whole “You aren’t our babysitter” theme last season? That Cas never really had time to internalize before Jack hijacked Cas’s “babysitter” instincts for his own purposes?

Yes, it’s sweet and I can see that the parallels between Jack and Cas are being written really well so far, but the cutesy Cas-as-Jack’s-Daddy stuff just physically sickens me (which is saying something considering how physically sick I am as a baseline here…). I don’t think it’s “cute.” And I’m saying this as someone who LOVES Jack as a character.

Kelly (who was literally already “dead” at the point she met Cas, and was technically– according to Jack himself– already “Jack” at that point) had sized up Cas and decided that he would make a good guardian for Jack, and that Dagon would make a bad guardian for him, and took matters into her own hands in order to make that happen. Literally took Cas’s hand without his permission, after he’d declined to touch her stomach, and then forced his hand again after literally hijacking Baby and driving Cas to the scene of her “vision.” Then literally taking Cas’s hand again to force events to unfold as they had in the vision, without regard to any of the other horrors that played out as a result– such as Joshua having been killed by Dagon, the Colt being destroyed, Sam and Dean being hurt, Cas nearly getting killed, and then zapping enough power through Cas to kill Dagon, a being of a type we’ve only ever seen harmed by the Colt and the Lance of Michael. It was clear early on that Jack had Serious Power and yet we see he has practically NO CONTROL over it.

I am soooo tempted to apply a little bit of Miriam’s description of Becky to Jack…

He sees something he wants and just takes it without a thought for who it might hurt. He took candy from the vending machine in 13.01, but… he kinda did that to Cas, too. Even before he was born, he saw the sort of devotion Cas had to the people he cared about and even if he didn’t understand WHY, he understood through Kelly that this was something he would need for himself. So he took it, even if it might hurt other people.

Just like he flung his power out at the sheriff when she touched him while he was being assaulted by angel radio. He didn’t intend to hurt her, but he was already in pain and frightened and that’s just how his power works for him right now… as if it’s “him but not him.” Almost like it’s an independent entity that’s in Extreme Self-Protection Mode.

That’s how Miriam described Dean, as someone who takes things and breaks things no matter who it hurts. But really… that’s not Dean, and that’s not Jack either– or at least not what Jack would CHOOSE to be. But from the outside, it kinda looks that way.

So, yeah, I LOVE the idea that Sam is finally getting a turn at forced parenthood from the other side of the equation. It fits beautifully with his own arc toward self-forgiveness and acceptance of his own powers and feelings of whether or not he was inherently evil because of what had been done to him as a baby. I LOVE the idea that Sam will get to experience being a father and mother to someone going through much the same things he did all his life (albeit as an adult, which was not a luxury Dean had when he was forced into a parental role at the age of almost five).

But for Dean? I’m horrified that this has been forced on him again. And for Cas? The fact it’s not something he chose of his own free will, nor gave informed consent to before he was sock-puppeted into becoming Jack’s babysitter… yeah, I find it moderately to seriously disturbing…

And for the sake little baby Jesus, I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS EVIL. I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS NOT “GOOD.” Good and evil are entirely irrelevant to this conversation.

But Jack’s power did something to Kelly. And it did something to Cas. It wasn’t done with malicious intent, but IT WAS DONE TO THEM. And it’s something that severely limited their free will. We’ve seen how Jack’s power works, without his active CHOICE to make stuff happen. He’s on a fight or flight sort of level with it right now, and it just happens to be set to overkill, you know? I’m sure he’ll get a better handle on it eventually, but I think it’s also going to be a vulnerability that others may try to exploit (enter Asmodeus, or potentially AU Michael, and possibly eventually Lucifer… this isn’t going to be an easy journey for Jack).

Anyway I think I’ve wandered so far off topic of your original question, but congrats, you won the Which Question Will Result In Actual Meta award this week! :P

I think it’s been more than an hour. *checks clock* *what even is time anymore* It’s definitely been more than an hour.

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