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Reylo Song Compilation from the Official SW Spotify Playlists + Their Recurring Themes

(A.K.A. More Reylo Receipts, A.K. A. They Couldn’t Make It Any More Obvious)

The two official spotify playlists being discussed: Rey / Kylo Ren

For ease of access, I decided to compile all of the possible Reylo-centric songs that the Star Wars official Spotify has put in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists. Many are blatantly referencing their dark/light dynamic, while others are only vaguely referencing what could possibly be Reylo, but could also possibly be referring to other relationships - those songs have been pointed out. I wanted to outline the songs that are clearly Reylo-centric, so I also included the best lyrics to give as evidence as to why that song is Reylo-centric. Beneath the lists are the analyses of these love songs and the recurring themes throughout them from both Rey and Kylo Ren. 

Truth be told, after paying attention to all the love songs in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists, I am 98% sure Reylo is now, or will be, A Real Thing. The other 2% is the possibility that it will an unrequited love from Kylo Ren towards Rey, because Kylo Ren’s love songs are so assuredly about Rey (female pronouns, too romantic to be Leia) while there are still a few of Rey’s songs that cannot be 100% proven to be about Kylo Ren. That being said, a large majority of her love songs, as will be discussed, revolve around fighting and conflict - so unless she will have another love interest that is going to be fighting with her in the trilogy, I’d say those ones are at least definitely pointed towards Kylo Ren.

*possibly referring to rey and f.inn, possibly referring to kylo and leia or merely kylo himself
> my personal favourites because they just scream reylo

While looking through these lyrics, remember to keep in mind that these songs were specifically chosen to be put in OFFICIAL Star Wars playlists for these characters for a reason. In the order that they were listed in playlists:

Rey’s Playlist

  • NO ONE - ALICIA KEYS* ( people keep talking they can say what they like // but all i know is everything’s going to be alright // no one can get in the way of what i feel for you )
  • COMPASS - ZELLA DAY*if we make it out alive, from the depths of the seas // compass points you anywhere closer to me // where you are, i will be )
  • COME AND GET IT - SELENA GOMEZ ( can’t stop because i love it, hate the way i love you )
  • LEVELS - NICK JONAS (  so much to discover, please don’t stop me now // all this heat keep rising, make you stop, drop, and roll // i’m bottling up the lightning, supernatural )
  • CAN’T FEEL MY FACE - THE WEEKND* ( and i know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb // and she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come // all the misery was necessary when we’re deep in love )
  • OMEN - DISCLOSURE ( i’m feeling something, something different //  needed you to show me, without you I am lonely // my mind would rule my heart // i didn’t pay attention to the light in the dark, it left me torn apart )
  • WE FOUND LOVE - RIHANNA ( it’s the way I’m feeling i just can’t deny //  shine a light through an open door // turn away ‘cause i need you more //  we found love in a hopeless place )
  • BLUE JEANS - LANA DEL REY ( you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean, and love hurts )
  • > BATTLEFIELD - JORDIN SPARKS ( i never meant to start a war, you know, i never wanna hurt you // don’t even know we’re fighting for, why does love always feel like a battlefield // baby, we don’t have to fight )
  • A SKY FULL OF STARS - COLDPLAY ( i don’t care, go on and tear me apart //   'cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars i think i saw you //  'cause you’re a sky, 'cause you’re a sky full of stars, i wanna die in your arms )
  • RUNAWAY (U & I) - GALANTIS* ( even if we’re strangers til we die //  anywhere out this place, i wanna run away, just U and I )
  • SMOKE AND FIRE - SABRINA CARPENTER ( oh, oh, our love is running into a burning building // feel the heat, so we started running // you know you saw it coming, but the memories are still in my mind )
  • DIAMONDS - RIHANNA* ( you and i, you and i, we’re like diamonds in the sky // i knew that we’d become one right away // at first sight i felt the energy of sun rays, i saw the life inside your eyes )
  • WILD - TROYE SIVAN ( trying hard not to fall // leave this blue neighbourhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh and it drives me wild // 'cause when you look like that I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad )
  • SHUT UP AND DANCE - WALK THE MOON* ( this woman is my destiny // we were victims of the night // oh we were bound to get together // deep in her eyes, i think I see the future, i realize this is my last chance )
  • OUR OWN HOUSE - MISTERWIVES* ( into my soul you stared and bored down every fear // we built our own house with our hands over our hearts )
  • BLOODSTREAM - TRANSVIOLET ( cruel desire, danger in our consequence // hey, you wanna rule the world? outlaw love, make you lose control // cosmic violence, chills dripping like acid rain, keep coming back cause it’s you i crave )
  • FORCE OF NATURE - BEA MILLER ( i tried to tie my heart down, board up all the windows, oh but it’s too late now, i let you get too close // i know i should take cover, hide inside these four walls, but baby i surrender, it all // 'cause you’re a force of nature, look at what you’ve done // i can taste the danger, but i don’t wanna run, so pull me to the ground and i won’t put up a fight )

Kylo Ren’s Playlist

  • ANGELS FALL - BREAKING BENJAMIN* ( grey skies will chase the light away no longer // when angels fall with broken wings, i can’t give up, i can’t give in // when all is lost and daylight ends, i’ll carry you and we will live forever, for ever )
  • DARK SIDE OF ME - COHEED AND CAMBRIA* ( in this cold reality i made, this selfish war machine, oh, this has become hell, how can i share this life with someone else? // i am not equipped to comprehend human rationale, sirius, is this what love is? )
  • ASHES OF EDEN - BREAKING BENJAMIN* ( i am not worthy of this // stay with me, don’t let me go, because there’s nothing left at all // will the light begin to pull me to its everlasting will // heaven above me, take my hand, shine until there’s nothing left but you )
  • NEVER GIVING UP - OF MICE AND MEN ( even though i know you want me to, i’m never giving up on you // you’ll never know just how hard it is for me to see you this way, it tears me up, drags me down )
  • OUT OF TIME - A DAY TO REMEMBER ( i finally found her, and when i did i just couldn’t make things right, is this really happening? oh, god, i think i just ruined my life // don’t think you’ve got to go in alone here // you won’t see it, but believe me, i need to be right where you are // 'cause now i think that everything’s about you )
  • EVIL - INTERPOL ( when your friends they do come crying, tell them now your pleasure’s set up on slow-release // i can take you places, do you need a new man? // you need someone to take you there, sandy, why can’t we look the other way? )
  • THE ANSWER - SAVAGES ( i saw the answer, it was a girl, will you go ask her // love is the answer // to cry about love, to wait for her, to wait for dying, i can’t wait )
  • AT LEAST I’M KNOWN FOR SOMETHING - NEW FOUND GLORY ( i tried so hard to keep you coming back my way, but you don’t know the half and i’m the one to blame // i let my front down and i know i will regret it )
  • DEAD INSIDE - MUSE* ( your lips feel warm to the touch, you can bring me back to life // feel me now, hold me please, i need you to see who i am // open up to me, stop hiding from me // it’s hurting babe, only you can stop the pain // now i’ve become just like you, my lips feel warm to the touch, my words seem so alive )
  • ALL THIS COULD BE YOURS - COLD WAR KIDS ( i have been waiting for you to find that all of this could be yours tonight )
  • BREED - NIRVANA* ( i don’t mean to stare, we don’t have to breed // we could plant a house, we could build a tree // i don’t even care, we could have all three // she said, she said, she said )
  • > INNERVISION - SYSTEM OF A DOWN ( i have to find you, i have to meet you // i need to find you, i need to seek my innervision // it’s never too late to reinvent the bicycle // a smile brings forth energy or life, giving your force, vision )
  • > SATELLITE - RISE AGAINST ( we are the orphans of the American dream, so shine your light on me // she told me that she never could face the world again, so i offered up a plan, we’ll sneak out while they sleep, and sail off in the night )
  • > BORED TO DEATH - BLINK-182 ( there’s a stranger staring at the ceiling, rescuing a tiger from a tree, the pictures in her head are always dreaming, each of them means everything to me // i think i met her at the minute that the rhythm was set down, i said i’m sorry i’m a bit of a letdown )  
  • WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE - POWERMAN 5000 ( are you ready to go? cause i’m ready to go, what you gonna do, baby? are you goin’ with me? cause i’m goin’ with you // now who’s the light and who is the devil? you can’t decide, so i’ll be your guide )
  • > A CROSS AND A GIRL NAMED BLESSED - EVANS BLUE ( there’s a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name, but i could never let you know how much this means // i swear we’ll end this war, cause we both know It wasn’t worth fighting for // she said to me i will be driving in the wrong direction, did you ever think that maybe your life is heading in the wrong direction, baby )

Lyric Analyses & Themes

I will now begin to group together recurring themes in Rey and Kylo Ren’s playlists in order to correlate similarities and parallels. This includes well-known themes that may hint towards certain theories, such as Kylo Ren’s redemption, Reylo sharing a force bond, the balancing of the force, and the Gray Jedi becoming canon. To make parallels clearer, Rey and Kylo Ren’s supporting evidence for each theme will be paired side by side.

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anonymous asked:

I love all your Dream Daddy posts. They're so cute. You already have a bunch of stuff but I need more <3

Yay thanks, I’m glad you like!! The dream daddy fandom is a lot smaller than I’m used to, so there’s not nearly enough content for me and I’m so thirsty for tooth-rotting fluff that I decided to just make my own XD 

But anyways, yeah, your wish is my command. How do you feel about a little bit of angst?

MC gets called in one day to pick Lucien up from school after he gets into a fight with some other students.

And when he sees Lucien, he gets scared. Because Lucien has all these bruises, and a black eye, and he’s bleeding so much, and god, thinks MC, what if it had been worse? What if Lucien bites off more than he can chew one day and gets badly injured, or maybe even killed?

And sure, he’s only known the Bloodmarches lives for almost two years now, and he’s officially been Lucien’s stepfather for much less, but he loves his little punk of a son, and the thought of losing him scares him to death.

So while MC is driving Lucien home, he starts lecturing him, telling him to be more careful, to stop getting into so many fights.

And Lucien is already at the end of his rope. He’s still wound up from what those bastards had been saying, about his fathers, about his sister, about his family.

He’s feeling defensive, so he snaps.

“What’s it matter to you? You’re not my father!” he yells, the words dripping like acid from his tongue.

And the moment they’re out, he immediately wishes he could take them back.

MC clamps his mouth shut, his expression closes in on itself.

After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks.

“No. I guess I’m not.”

The rest of the drive is spent in silence.

Lucien wants so badly to apologize, but he doesn’t know how. He’s too ashamed to say anything more, too worried that he’ll make it worse.

When they get home, instead of walking off and ignoring Lucien, MC drags him to the kitchen and sits him down at the dining table.

He gets out the first aid box and slowly, painstakingly cleans out all of Lucien’s cuts with tender hands. And Lucien just keeps feeling more ashamed by the second because. What the hell? WHY is his being so nice to me??? After what I said to him? I’m not worth his kindness. I deserve to be ignored.

But MC just keeps quietly cleaning his wounds, and when he’s done, Lucien doesn’t know what to do, so he mutters out a sullen “thanks”, before escaping to his room and falling onto his bed with a frustrated groan.

That’s how Damien finds him an hour later, when he gets back from work.

Lucien doesn’t say anything as Damien quietly closes the door behind him, and comes to sit on his bed.

“Can you tell me what happened?” asks Damien.

Lucien doesn’t say anything.

“MC is really worried about you,” Damien tells him quietly after a moment.

Lucien growls and punches his pillow, hard. Because what the fuck. Why does MC have to be such a good person??? Why does Lucien have such amazing fathers when he’s such a fuckup as a son?!?! What did they ever do to deserve it?

After a few more moments of silence, Lucien finally caves in and confesses to his dad what happened. He’s on the verge of tears by the time he finishes.

And, of course, Damien doesn’t get mad. He doesn’t even look disappointed.

He just has this sad little smile. He looks worried.

“I didn’t-I didn’t mean it,” Lucien tries to explain. “I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

“Oh honey, I know,” Damien reassures him, pulling him into a side hug. “But you did, you know? You hurt him very much. And I think he deserves an apology from you.”

Lucien knows he does. But…

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” he asks, voice suddenly quiet, suddenly so vulnerable.

Damien so much wants to take him into his arms and make all his problems go away. But this is something Lucien will have to deal with himself.

“That’s just something you’ll have to risk,” Damien tells him. “But honey…he loves you so much. I think you’ll find you’re the one he most wants to see right now.”

Lucien isn’t entirely convinced, but he figures he owes it to MC to at least try and fix this.

So he walks across the hall to his parents’ bedroom door and knocks.

When MC tells him to enter a few minutes later, Lucien walks in to see him sitting in bed with a book. At first glance he seems deceptively normal. But then Lucien looks closer and he can see eyes rimmed in red, lips pressed tightly together, fingers clutching tightly to his blanket.

He looks miserable. And Lucien can’t stand it.

“I’m sorry!” he blurts out, before MC can say anything.

There’s a moment of silence.

Lucien takes a deep breath.

“I’m…sorry for what I said earlier,” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at MC. “I didn’t mean it. I’m just…not…used to having anyone other than dad…care about me enough to lecture me like that. It’s been just us for the past ten years, ever since he left…and I still…have a lot of residual anger and bitterness left over, I guess, and I’ve been trying to work through it. And I know I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You don’t deserve that. And I’m…really sorry. T-the truth is, you mean a lot to me, and out of everyone in the world, I’m glad you’re the one I get to call dad….”

He trails off, embarrassed to realize that he had been rambling.

He still can’t bring himself to look at his father.

There are a few minutes of silence.

Finally, Lucien can’t stand it anymore and takes a peek at MC, only to see tears pouring down his cheeks.

“You don’t hate me?” he squeaks, and his voice is so hopeful, and shit, Lucien is never gonna forgive himself for making MC so upset.

“Of course not,” he replies, averting his eyes and pushing his hair back out of his face to give his hands something to do.

Then, in a rushed whisper he admits, “I love you.”

queen in the north

The King in the North abdicates his throne and pledges allegiance to the Dragon Queen. However, the North remembers, and doesn’t follow suit. one shot 3k+

The walls of Winterfell and the people within them are cold and unforgiving.

This realization is something Daenerys takes to heart. For she is meant to be their ruler, and a good ruler is supposed to be beloved by the people. She cannot be like her father. She is no Mad King.

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vivaldei  asked:

Could you please do the science au 'i accidentally spilled hydrochloric acid on you and you had to take your shirt off' etc. au for Hank? or maybe Ray? Whichever you'd prefer?

a/n: listen,,,… i live for hank and science aus

@brownvalerie @rax-writes @alexsunmners @kurtwxgners @harringtonmaximoff @skywalkingdixon

Being in the lab wouldn’t exactly be put on your top five places to be but you had to be here or else your professor would drop your grade and put you in a not so good place with your grade. Plus, you don’t think your lab partner would exactly be thrilled that you decided to skip out on another lab. You don’t know why, the kid lives for all things science, he probably wouldn’t mind if you weren’t around to screw around or mess up the lab. You know that for a damn fact he likes doing this on his own, considering you’d gone to school with him for most of your life.

You sit on a stool while he stands, your head propped up on your arm as you watch him drip the acid into something that you really hadn’t cared to listen to. Hank always had you covered on the labs, it was a bit of an unspoken agreement that just happened the first week when you two were paired up.

“How much longer? It’s doing nothing.” You huff out, tallying the drops that release from the tube. This was not how you wanted to spend your Friday afternoon.

“We’ve still got three more trials,” Hank says. He bites his lip, brows furrowing beneath the goggles and nose crinkling up. “And it is doing something. It’s turning pink.”

“Bullshit.”

Hank shakes his head, feeling a bit agitated with your reluctance to this subject. Usually, he doesn’t mind when you don’t help but when you get antsy and start asking when it’ll be done or telling him to just cut corners. “Nobody’s going to care if we make up a time for the last trial.”

You watch carefully as the liquid in the beaker flickers a bright pink for just a moment before disappearing. “Holy shit!”

Hank gives you a questioning look as you slink closer to the beaker, watching it with wide eyes and a large smile. It’s weird to see you so interested in it, it settles oddly in his stomach but he pushes it away, happy that you’d finally seen the fun in it.

“That’s amazing!” You look up at him, hand waving in the air and hitting the larger beaker filled with hydrochloric acid, making it spin around on the counter before falling over and splashing onto Hank’s shirt. “Oh shit.”

Hank doesn’t react for a moment before you’re up. You may not pay attention too much in class but you know that spilling acid on your lab partner is a big no-no in the science field. He easily gets to the emergency shower while the professor gets everyone to leave.

“Let me help you.” You say when you see his hands shake as he tries to unbutton his shirt. “Of all the days you choose to wear a button up.”

“Excuse me, Miss It’s-Lame-To-Wear-An-Apron-No-One-Else-Is-Loosen-Up-Hank! This is your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one being a sheep and listening to me.”

You finish unbuttoning his shirt and pull the lever to start the shower and cross your arms, huffing under your breath. That stops though when you see him peel off his shirt and his pants, rubbing vigorously at his thigh, hip and stomach.

‘What the fuck is this?’ You think as your eyes look him over, taking in the sight of him.

“When did you get hot, Hank?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You don’t know where it came from but seeing him shirtless and water running down his body is making you crazy. What happened to the scrawny kid from elementary school? And had you known he looked like that, this incident would have happened from day one.

“What?” He says, raising a brow at you.

“What? Nothing. I didn’t say anything! Just get that acid shit off of you.” You stutter out, rubbing the back of your neck and feeling your skin heat up from embarrassment.

Smooth. Very smooth.

I Think I Wanna Marry You...(Part 7)

Summary: After a week of tip-toeing around his them, Dean musters the courage to acknowledge and maybe even do something about his feelings.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: Swearing

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

*Masterlist*


Tagging:  @julibelen​ , @ilostmyshoe-79​ , @scamanders26newtcase​ , @g-c-falorraquideo​ , @the-rain-pours-down , @explorersinwonderland​ , @babyblues915​ ,  @rizlowwritessortof@adoringjensen​ , @peaceloveandplumbots, @quixoticcat, @skymoonandstardust, @girliciousdreams, @captainbitchslap, @awkward–jay, @fandomlover03, and @daesunglg

I know I said this part would be the last, but I happened to write it out until I got to 8k and decided it made more sense to just split it into two.

Enjoy!
                                                    ~*~*~
Friday arrives sunny, warm, and busy. Anticipated Friday, a day away from ending this little game of play pretend, the false life they’ve been living for a week now—the good life, where they’re both brave enough to be in love rather than hide behind a “friendship” (because we all know how that story goes). And to say that Y/N, drunk of her feelings from this entire trip, is not even the slightest bit disappointed that this has to end would be false.


Because how can she not be? How can she not desperately cling to this life, to this simulation where Dean’s heart belongs to her? She has to, at least for now, because within less than forty eight hours the story has to end; she and her beloved must return to reality. To hunting.


To being friends. (Because we all know how this story goes..)
                                                   ~*~*~

With the help of Castiel and his brother, Dean is ready for the rehearsal dinner by seven. His suit, intricate and pressed and oh-so-doubleO7, sits firmly on his burly frame, his shoes so shiny they glint like diamonds, and Dean, all five feet and eleven inches of gentleman, revels in the feeling. The magnificence.
Sure, his hair is a bit tousled and there’s a patch of stubble gracing his jaw (shaving hasn’t exactly been a number one priority of his these past few days)—but he’s looking sharp, and feeling twice so as he follows Sam and Cas down the hall from their room, the three musketeers all dolled up for the night.

“Don’t we look spiffy.” He can’t help but remark as Sam snorts.


“Man, I don’t remember the last time I had to look this nice and it wasn’t for a case.”


“That’s because you never have.”


“Is Y/N ready?” asks Cas, adjusting his tie, Dean’s gaze bouncing to him—even if he won’t admit it, the angel and his baby brother are quite the competition when it comes to the looks.


“Probably, yeah. She texted me like—“ Sam checks his phone, “—ten minutes ago? Said she’d be done in five. You think she’ll find us there or?”


“Why don’t we just go get her?” Dean shrugs then looks to them, finding smiles twisting into their faces as they share a knowing glance. He narrows his eyes at his brother who tucks his phone away in his suit then turns.


“Good idea, Dean—go ahead. We’ll meet you guys down.”


“Wha—?“


But Cas cuts him off, patting him on the shoulder with a smile and then following Sam downstairs. The elder Winchester, rolling his eyes, only shakes his head and then turns back to head to their room, running a hand through his honey-hued locks.


And there’s no denying he’s nervous. It shows in the rigid, stiff way he walks, pulling at his collar, the cuffs of his shirt, tucking away stubborn hairs that are already in place. Dean hates that he has become this. That her hold over him is this strong, and yet he can’t find the energy to hate her for it.


When he knocks gingerly on the door once and then three times more when he thinks she hasn’t heard him (just to be sure, you know?), the door swings open, revealing a dolled up Y/N.


And….wow.


Dean stills, eyes shooting to meets hers as he feels his heart thud faster and faster in his chest, and Y/N, realizing that it is him, it’s her Dean, stops mid-sentence


“Oh.” . Her face contorts into a surprised gape, brows raising. “It’s you.” She says.


He swallows. Blinks, and God, does she look…ethereal.


All starlet and diamonds in her eyes, pink lips forming a soft, shy smile. Her hair is pinned up and she’s wearing an off-shoulder dress that’s only a few shades lighter than his eyes..


The elder Winchester’s brows arch approvingly. “Wow. Stunning.


“Ditto. Did Sam help you pick that out.”


“Really? I can take care of myself even without Sammy.”His eyes rake over her form and then return to hers, a smile tugging at his lips upon its own accord. “Although I have to admit: even I’m no fair match for this.”


Snorting, Y/N draws on some matte lipstick, dabbing off the excess. It’s a deep red, burgundy almost, and definitely a better fit than the previous cherry. 


“So….” Dean sits down at the foot of the bed. “tomorrow’s the big day—you nervous?”


“It’s not my wedding.”


“You’re still a bridesmaid and I know how much you hate crowds. Not to mention the whole heading back to Kansas the next morning.”


“I thought we’re leaving Monday?”


“Can’t do Monday. Sammy has some thing that evening and he’ll need the car so,…”


“You’re seriously letting him drive?” An incredulous, mildly amused gape takes form as she meets his emerald eyes in the mirror. “Boston’s changed you, huh?” 


Tossing the necklace back into the box, he rifles through the rest of the jewels, inspecting a zirconium ring he digs up from the bottom. Holding it up to the light, he squints. “He’s a big boy, he can handle her.”


“And yet when I ask….”


“I don’t say no, I just….” He shrugs, brow knitted together and lips pursed. “…don’t say anything. And besides, sweetheart, you’re a terrible driver.”


When she meets his gaze in the mirror, her nose wrinkles. ” Sweetheart?” Y/N questions. A smirk tugs at his lips as he then stands and crosses the room in three long strides, tipping his head to the side


“Babes, baby, my honeybun.”  Dean teases as bends down and throws his hands around her waist, nestling his chin in her shoulder, the rumble of his chest firm on her back. Laughing, Y/N bats his hands away but his grip only tightens, springing giggles from her that shakes her shoulders. 


“Ew…” 


“So….”


“So, get off me?” Her smile betrays the admonishing tone in her voice, but nonetheless Dean surrenders


His arms leave her waist as he straightens out, raising his hands in a defensive manner. They drop to his side and he looks back into the mirror, where Y/N shakes her head and continues dabbing at the corners of her mouth, precise and pink. 


The elder Winchester’s eyes follow her ministrations as she doles on some blush and mascara. He doesn’t think she needs it. The only time she ever sports anything more than mascara is when they have to get prettied up for a case, and even then it’s a bare minimum, but it doesn’t matter (he thinks she’s stunning either way.)


“It’s over…”He muses. “We did it.”


“Who would have thought—I thought I’d kill myself halfway through having to be your girlfriend.”


“You know you love it, babes.” Dean gives her shoulders a squeeze and she jumps up with a shriek, both their cheeks indented with dimples, hearts full and the air is jovial. He doesn’t want to be late—Cas and Sam have been waiting and the rehearsal is about to begin, but he wants to live in this moment—any moment with her, however short—forever.


But time betrays him, a long-term enemy that seeks him out whenever it can as Y/N hurries to get her shoes and spritz a cloud of perfume on. She maneuvers fast, zipping around the room, gathering the garments strewn across the floor and bed and tucking them away under the blanket.


“Remind me that there’s an arsenal under the blanket tonight before I collapse into it.”


“Before we collapse into it, you mean.”


Rolling his eyes, he lets her through the open door and then shuts it behind them. Tucking their key into his jacket pocket, the elder Winchester then takes in a deep gust of breath, hooks his arm with Y/N’s, and they head down.


When they arrive downstairs, the first half of the rehearsal is spent practicing for the ceremony, speeches and then finally, when Uncle Gary finishes his toast with a rancorous cheer, the party blooms with the steady opening key of a piano, and then it is full swing mayhem. Drinks are poured, some spilled onto exclusive fabrics, and Dean is immersed into the celebrations as Cas hands him another glass of liquor. He tries his best to stay sober, though, because Y/N wouldn’t want him to be anything less.


Instead, the evening is spent with her.


In her arms dancing and in his head, combating his thoughts and trying not to laugh at how terrible she is or at the scrunch of her nose when she takes a sip of his scotch. They’re friends again, now. Conversation once seemingly stifled flows freely, no awkward breaks, no intimate stares that divert from the topic at hand, and all throughout the night, Dean is glad to even be a half of her whole in any way.


                                                    ~*~*~
When Saturday blooms with the sound of birds humming outside and Y/N’s whisper pestering him to get up, Dean fights the exhaustion that glues him to the bed, groaning and swatting away his partner.


“We’re going to be late, get your ass up.”


“Five more minutes.”


“Dean, I’m not kidding,” Her voice is thin, dripping with acid that warns that dare he not get up now, the consequences will be dire. “It’s already eight o’clock, we’ve got ten minutes.”


“Piss off, sweetheart…”He mumbles into the pillow.


Y/N scowls and smacks his shoulder. 


Groggy eyed, Dean surrenders, mustering up the strength to push himself to sleep. He rubs his eyes open. His muscles ache and there’s a tumultuous pounding on the left side of his head that reminds him of the four beers he downed last night. Fervently blinking, he squints when the harsh lighting bombards his tired state.  


Craning his neck, he searches the room for Y/N who, if the sound of running water means anything, has disappeared into the bathroom. He gets up and pulls on his pants, then ambles across the room, pushing the door open to the bathroom. A wave of steam wafts over him instantly, tickling his numbed skin as he goes to wash his face.
When she hears the sound of gushing water, Y/N immediately stops showering. The running water then goes dead silent and she peers out from the curtain, befuddled and drenched.


“What are you doing?”


“Getting ready”


“I’m showering, Dean. Some privacy?”


Filling a glass of water, he gargles, spits and wipes the corners of his mouth clean, looking up to meet her gaze in the fogged mirror. “I need to get ready, too. The ceremony’s in three hours.”


“Privacy!”


“Hello?” There comes a knock at the door. Startled, the pair both turn their heads, eyes weary and the sound of the sink filling up echoing in the back.


“Is that your mom?”


“Sounds like Aunt Steph—go tell her I’m in the shower?”


“What? No!” He vehemently protests. “I don’t wanna see her, I’m not even dressed and….” Suddenly, the elder Winchester’s words die out as color springs to his cheek, his adam’s apple bobbing. From behind the curtain, Y/N’s brow knits further in disconcert, urging him on.


“…it’s….morning—you know…?” Averting his gaze, Dean awkwardly waves a hand around his waist, clenching and slackening his hand, and when the realization dawns Y/N’s face, too, splits into a feint blush as her eyes widen.


Her mouth forms a little ‘o’. “Right, sorry I—“


“Y/N? Y/N, honey, are you awake?” A feminine voice slices through the chatter and the knocking intensifies.


“It’s your mom. Crap. Okay, uhm,” Eyes skittering left and right, Dean bites his lip in thought. “—okay, you stay there and….bathe. I’ll handle this.”


“What about your whole dude situation?” Eyes flitting to his waist, Y/N immediately regrets looking, her cheeks heating up.


“Really, Y/N?”


“I’m genuinely asking!”


With a sigh, the green-eyed hunter disregards her remarks and hurries out, grabbing a nearby catalogue for greatly needed shielding. The knocking is annoyingly incessant, and he yanks the door open, exposing none other than her mother.


Her hand raised in the air, Marilyn’s hundredth knock is halted as she drops it back to her side and sighs. “Sorry for the impatience—where’s Y/N?”
“Morning to you, too, Marilyn.”


“God, the reverend is complaining that he can’t make it here on his own. We tried telling him to catch a cab and get here by two but the soonest he can get one is three. I don’t want to say anything to S/P/N about it in case she loses her head.” Eyes softening, Marilyn’s voice calms and she sighs. “Dean, would you please be a dear and go fetch him?”


“Like, right now?”


“What do you think?”


The elder Winchester bites his lip in contemplation, cornered, trying to hide his lower half behind the door. His fidgeting then draws the elder woman’s attention, and her gaze lowers. Dean’s face flushes.


But out of desperation for her to leave, he quickly acquiesces. “I, uhm—yeah, okay. Yeah. Give me half an hour.” 


“Oh, thank you, sweetie.” Marilyn’s face lights up and then, within a heartbeat she’s steadfast on her heels, heading back downstairs to cater to the commotion.


When he shuts the door, Dean feels a swarm of regret and frankly, irritation come over him. He waddles back into the bathroom where Y/N stands in nothing but a towel, combing her fingers through her hair and their eyes meet in the mirror.


“Well?” Her head is tipped to the side as droplets trickle from the tips.


“It was your mom.” He explains. “She wants me to go get the reverend, so….”


“So you’re going right now?”


“What do you think?”


“Geez, okay,” She’s defensive, expression warping into one of confusion but Dean overlooks it. “No need to be snappy. This whole thing is almost over, just one more day.”


“Don’t remind me.”


“What?”


But he’s already out of earshot, out of the room and stalking down the hall with the keys clenched in his fist. Then on the way down, as if he wasn’t wound up already, he bumps into Rick in the lobby, and it feels like someone has just stuck a thorn into his side.


“Dean-o” Rick smiles, always smiles, when he sees Dean approaching. The green-eyed hunter’s eyes flicker from him to Marilyn standing to his left with a clipboard in hand and impatient scowl in place.


“Where to?” Rick asks him.


“He’s going to go pick up Reverend Loyd.”


“Really? You know where the church is?”


“I’m picking him up from the church?” A defeated expression forms and Dean lets his shoulders sag. Great. More work he’s not willing to do. Rick seems to notice his sudden disdain as he glances to Marilyn. 


“What did you think?” She prompts.


“That I’d meet him half way?” Dean’s voice is strained now, on the brink of yelling. He’s worked up. He doesn’t care that he’s worked up or that he’s on the verge of ripping Y/N’s mom a new one because this is all so sudden and ludicrous. I don’t have time to drive all the way out of town—I don’t even know where the bloody church is.” He bellows.


But right in time, when the elder Woman’s brows slowly climb higher up and a challenging, almost bored expression takes form, Rick steps in.


“I’ve been there for a couple of services.” He says, trying to calm the flame, eyes flitting from green to coffee brown—fire on fire, a shimmer of a challenge in both their eyes and Dean knows that it’s probably best they stop him from saying something he’ll regret later.


Clenching his jaw, the elder Winchester takes a step back. There still lies a stiffness in his posture. An unease as he glares at the woman before him. Rick plays the role of the pacifist better than anyone could in this situation as he focusses on Dean.


“If you don’t the way, why don’t I come along?”


“I’ve got GPS.”


“Sure that will be enough?”


“Dean…” It’s the sound of Marilyn, worn so thin her voice is acidic as both head turn to her. She’s growing impatient and you can see it in the way she clamps her eyes shut and paces her breathing. “Take him with you, or do I have to go do something this trivial myself?”


The elder Winchester swallows. “Yes ma’am.” Come his terse response and then with a roll of her eyes she sidesteps him and hurries off. 


The drive out of town is pungent with stilted conversation and an uncomfortable silence so ripe you could pop it with a pin.


Dean keeps his eyes on the road all the way, trying to ignore the man beside him. He’ll occasionally have to acknowledge Rick’s presence whenever he pipes up with directions, advising to go left instead of right or to go straight down the hill, but the elder Winchester stands firm in his abhorrence for this man. Blue-eyed Rick, charming, all smugness and no faults Rick. 


He despises his perfection because it is nothing short of a reminder of his own inadequacy: he didn’t grow up with Y/N, didn’t date her like some people did—didn’t touch her. Wishes he did.


But a wish, a mere yearning is as far as it goes.


The car skids to a sudden stop when Rick yells out that they are here. Dean hits the breaks lightning fast, and they make it fast enough to miss hitting a fire hydrating, both whipping forward with the stop. A stifled breath leaves Dean as he shuts his eyes, relieved.


“This is it.” Rick announces as he peers out at the colossal cathedral. Archaic and worn down by the years, it’s obviously a dinosaur, chipped pillars and intricate design and some sort of vine grown over the lower expanse of the building.


“Should I go get him, or?” He asks, turning in his seat. Dean is mum, staring straight ahead at the church. The air only tenses further until rick, waiting for a response, gives up. 


With a sigh, he then leans back in his seat, deflated as the ever-present smile melts away. Glancing at him through the corner of his eye, Dean catches him shaking his head.


“Look, Dean, I know you don’t like me, okay? You’ve…made  that….evidently clear by just being, well—“ Pulling a face, he waves a hand at the elder Winchester. “—this. So, I’m not gonna keep on trying to be your friend.”


“Good, ‘cause that’s the last thing I want.” The hatred brews potent. He knows it is petty, disillusioned and ridiculous and frankly insane to loathe a man who has been nothing but amicable since they got here, but he refuses to concede anything less than animosity. Rick is an enemy, his mind has already decided. A threat. A token, showing him a life he could have had. He is everything Dean is not.


“What is your problem, huh?” He snaps. “Seriously? When Y/N talked about you, I thought the Dean I’d meet was gonna be a cool guy who didn’t act like a total dick, instead I’m met with this grumpy old crow. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Sam was her boyfriend from description.”


“Alright, you know what? I didn’t agree to this, to this bullshit gab session and picking up the fucking reverend and all this crap, I agreed to be Y/N’s boyfriend. Just because I don’t do things the way you did when the two of you were horny teenagers, doesn’t mean shit.”


“Is that what this is about? Y/N and I dating?”


Dean says nothing as he shoves the door open with a shrill screech and clambers out. His blood is pulsing and he’s trying to think, he wants to think, but it’s hard with how heavy his heart feels.


At the sound of the passenger door opening, he whips around, finding a bewildered Rick staring at him.


“Dude,”


“Fuck off”


“You know that was years ago, right? I was bloody nineteen. We grew out of our feelings for each other.”


“Really?” His tone is acerbic and strained and he hopes you can’t pick up on the underlying hurt. “So on Thursday evening the two of you were just supposed to meet and catch up, yeah?”


“Yes!”


It goes quiet for a moment. Dean’s voice catches in his throat, his glare suddenly beginning to weaken. A stillness takes over him like a warm hug. His blood, formerly coursing through him like a violent storm, begins to calm, and it takes two seconds before he realize how stupid he sounds. How stupid he is.


Because, in a moment of insecurity and vulnerable jealousy he has just made a complete fool out of himself—and God, does it show in crimson-colored cheeks.
Clenching his jaw, the elder Winchester swallows. Straightens. The blood has drained from him and he suddenly feels cold, like he’s just seen the devil himself.


Rick stares at him incredulously. “Seriously? What else would it be? Y/N and I, we—“ With a defeated sigh, he snorts sardonically and then shakes his head. Belittles Dean; it says it all in the pitiful stare, in the way his head is tipped to the side and he looks at him like he is the smallest, most pathetic creature walking the earth.


“Wow. Talk about being insecure in the relationship.”


“You…” But he doesn’t give the hunter time to finish.


“Look, man, I’m gonna go get Loyd. Ceremony starts in two hours.”


And then just like that he pivots around and saunters into the church.


Dean is left alone outside. Stationary, gaping and somewhat disoriented. Ashamed—God. God, this is a new level of low that he cannot climb up from, and he hurries back into the car to save himself from being seen by anyone else. Shuts the door. Lets out harried breaths he’s been stifling. This is a mess. He is a mess. When Rick gets back a few minutes later he interrupts the hunter’s rumination as he enters the car with the reverend in tow.


The drive home is worse than he’d imagined. A collection of hasty side-glances and wooden conversation. Dean is grateful to get to the hotel. He parks the car then lets the pair out, but remains, hands still curled around and the wheel and heart heavy as they leave. He ponders. Tries to muster up some confidence, faux-excitement for the wedding all for Y/N.


And apparently it works; when he makes his way out onto the terrace, his friends can barely decipher his mood.


“How do we look?” Y/N asks as soon as she sees him, grinning like the wild child she is. She turns around a couple of times to show her dazzling dress.
With a breath of a laugh, Dean nods his approval. “Great. You all look great. Hell—even you Cas.”


With a subtle smile, the angel nods. The mood is jubilant. Guests are gathering and taking their seats, Y/N practically bouncing out of her shoes as she watches familiar faces fill the garden.


She holds his arm like an ecstatic little girl, awe-struck eyes trained on a dark woman with her hair done in bantu knots. “Miss Aubrey Peters.” She states. “I remember her from childhood. She worked with my mom and, practically every afternoon she’d be at our house helping out with the accounting for the business.”


Y/N’s mother is a florist so Dean doesn’t know how much accounting goes into flowers, but he politely nods along, bemused by her enthusiasm.


“Oh—and there’s Mister Kheal, S/P/N philosophy professor.”


He almost scoffs. “Who invites their professor to their wedding?”
“My sister, apparently. I can’t blame her. They were close, she aced all his classes.  A drawn out sigh follows her explanation. Resting her head on his shoulder, her grip around his arm doesn’t loosen.
“I’m trying to keep in mind what you told me—about starting a new life? You were…right. Seeing these people now reminds me that any good I had before I left Boston was abundant enough to be taken along and even leave some behind.”


“Sooo what you’re saying is that I’m right?”


“In a way. Dean?”


He tips his head and looks down at her, meeting grateful, doe eyes.


“Thank you for doing this. I’ll never forget it, the fun we’ve had. Your help. I know I can always count on you, and…well….that’s a nice thing to be assured of.” Y/N finishes with another one of her warm smiles and it is routine. Dean splinters. Falls further. Harder. He can’t help it, but he wants to lean down and kiss her, he can lean down and kiss her if he’s brave enough but he is too big of a coward. And when he opens his mouth to speak, the words are stolen from him as Aunt Steph then appears to drag her niece away to begin the march.


“Take your seats, if you will, everyone.” Marilyn calls from the altar, yelling over the buzz of conversation. People shuffle aside and perch themselves in their chair as the ceremony begins. 


Clearing his throat, Dean shakes himself and scuttles to his seat in the front.
The garden quiets almost instantly once everybody has sat down, the voices reduced to hush mumbles and whispers that soon die out when the Reverend and the groom’s party walk in. He swallows. Weddings have never been easy. They never will be. Reverend leans in to whisper something in Japheth’s ear and the entire congregation waits patiently, before he nods, straightens out and then instructs for the music.


The guitarist is Y/N’s cousin Jacob and he is brilliant, starting the service with the steady pluck of the strings. He plays the instrument like it is the body of his lover, attentive and intimate, eyes shut in focus. Beautiful. Beautiful, but not enough to ease the hammering in Dean’s chest. He gulps, adjusting the bowtie around his collar. The symphony picks up then slows, and then the elder Winchester turns his head when he feels a tap on his shoulder.


“Look….”Sam whispers, pointing down the aisle.


He turns.


And surely, there they are, the bridal party, floating in like angels on a cloud. All elegance, all poise. The music, so ethereal and sweet, is the perfect ode as the girls one by one make their way to the altar. Dean feels sweat bead at the nape of his neck. He watches each go by: Jackie, Emma…


And then there’s Y/N.


Dressed in that dress, his dress, his choice he just half-heartedly pulled out from the rack, but looking at her now, Dean can’t help but think that maybe it wasn’t so incidental. Maybe this is a sign, a furtive hint from the big guy that they have a chance, maybe he knows her more than he thinks, and he tries to hold onto that hope for the rest of the night.


She is still at the start of walkway, waiting for Emma to align herself at the front, and then she is ushered on by her aunt standing behind her.


Even with all the intricacies of the day, even with the focus being solely on S/P/N and her vows, Dean, watching her saunter down the aisle, is as sure as he is that the sky is blue, that Y/N is the most beautiful part of the day. He watches her intently, awestruck, stunned into silence. Cas and Sam chuckle behind him. He’s pretty sure one of them even pokes him in the side at one point, but he’s too engage to even notice.


And when she passes him, eyes lingering for just a second too long on his face, the furtive smile and wink thrown his way do not go unnoticed.


                                                   ~*~*~*~      
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To Misunderstand #3

Jaehee and MC… how are you going to figure this one out?

This will include

1)    Profanity

This will most likely be the shortest of the bunch because it’s Jaehee, the most pragmatic and understanding of the lot of them. I cannot see her letting something like this carry on for more than a minute before rectifying the situation.

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✭ ✮ Linkin Park || Hybrid Theory Starters ✮✭

                                            Papercut

  • Paranoia’s all I got left.
  • I don’t know what stressed me first–or how the pressure was fed.
  • But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
  • It’s like a face that I hold inside–A face that awakes when I close my eyes–
  • A face that watches every time I lie–A face that laughs every time I fall!
  • So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim.
  • That the face inside is hearing me right underneath my skin!
  • It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back
  • It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.
  • It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within–!
  • It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin!
  • Your paranoia’s probably worse!
  • I don’t know what set me off first but I know what I can’t stand? Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can’t add up to what you can.
  • The sun goes down and I feel the light betray me–!

                                        One Step Closer

  • I cannot take this anymore!
  • I’m saying everything I’ve said before!
  • All these words they make no sense…
  • I find bliss in ignorance.
  • The less I hear the less you’ll say–but you’ll find that out anyway!
  • Just like before…Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge– I’m about to break!!
  • I need a little room to breathe cause I’m one step closer to the edge!
  • I find the answers aren’t so clear and I wish I could find a way to disappear.❞ 

                                         With You

  • I woke up in a dream today to the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor–I forgot all about yesterday.
  • I’m remembering I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymore.
  • A little taste of hypocrisy and I’m left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.
  • So even though you’re so close to me–you’re still so distant and I can’t bring you back.
  • It’s true the way I feel as promised by your face.
  • The sound of your voice is painted on my memories.
  • Even if you’re not with me, I’m with you.
  • I hit you and you hit me back– the rest of the day stood still.
  • When things go wrong I pretend the past isn’t real.
  • Now I’m trapped in this memory.
  • No matter how far we’ve come–I can’t wait to see tomorrow.

                                         Points of Authority

  • Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you out of the frame and puts your name to shame!
  • Cover up your face–you can’t run the race–the pace is too fast and you just won’t last.
  • You love the way I look at you while taking pleasure in the awful things you put me through.
  • You take away if I give in.
  • My life, my pride is broken.
  • You like to think you’re never wrong–but you’ve lived what you’ve learned.
  • You have to act like you’re someone and you want someone to hurt like you.
  • You want to share what you have been through.
  • You love the things I say I’ll do–the way I hurt myself again just to get back at you!

                                            Crawling

  • Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal!
    Fear is how I fall–confusing what is real–!
  • There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface–consuming, confusing..
  • This lack of self-control I fear is never ending.
  • I can’t seem…to find myself again.
  • Without a sense of confidence and I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take.
  • I’ve felt this way before–so insecure!
  • Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me–distracting, reacting.
  • Against my will I stand beside my own reflection..

                                          Runaway

  • A constant wave of tension–on top of broken trust–the lessons that you taught me I learned were never true.
  • I find myself in question–they point the finger at me again.
  • Guilty by association–you point the finger at me again!

  • I wanna run away and never say goodbye.
  • I wanna know the truth instead of wondering why.
  • I wanna know the answers–no more lies.
  • I wanna shut the doors and open up my mind.

  • Another wave of tension has more than filled me up.
  • All my talk of taking action–these words were never true.
  • i wanna run away and open up my mind.

                                              By Myself

  • What do I do to ignore them behind me?
  • Do I follow my instincts blindly?
  • Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams–and give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
  • Do I sit here and try to stand it?
  • Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
  • Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
  • Because I can’t hold on when I’m stretched so thin–I make the right moves but I’m lost within.
  • I put on my daily facade but then–I just end up getting hurt again–By myself.
  • I can’t hold on to anything, watching everything spin–with thoughts of failure sinking in!
  • If I turn my back I’m defenseless.
  • To go blindly seems senseless.
  • If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll take from me ‘till everything is gone.
  • If I let them go I’ll be outdone, but if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun.
  • If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer, then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer. By myself.
  • How do you think I’ve lost so much?
  • I’m so afraid that I’m out of touch.
  • How do you expect… I will know what to do–when all I know Is what you tell me to.

                                            In The End


  • It starts with one thing and I don’t know why because It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
  • All I know–time is a valuable thing–watch it fly by as the pendulum swings.
  • Watch it count down to the end of the day–the clock ticks life away–It’s so unreal.
  • I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart..
  • I tried so hard–and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.
  • I had to fall to lose it all.
  • But in the end it doesn’t even matter.
  • I tried so hard in spite of the way you were mocking me–acting like I was part of your property!
  • Remembering all the times you fought with me–I’m surprised it got so far.
  • Things aren’t the way they were before.
  • You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore–not that you knew me back then.
  • But it all comes back to me–in the end.

                                              A Place for My Head


  • I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night–shining with the light from the sun.
  • And the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming that the moon’s gonna owe it one.
  • It makes me think of how you act for me–you do favors and then rapidly just turn around and start asking me about things that you want back from me.
  • I’m sick of the tension, sick of the hunger– SICK OF YOU ACTING LIKE I OWE YOU THIS!!
  • Find another place to feed your greed while I find a place to rest.
  • I want to be in another place.
  • I hate when you say you don’t understand–you’ll see it’s not mean to be.
  • I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy–a place for my head.
  • Maybe someday I’ll be just like you and step on people like you do and run away  the people I thought I knew!
  • I remember back then who you were–you used to be calm, used to be strong–used to be generous but you should’ve known that you’d wear out your welcome.
  • And now you see how quiet it is, all alone.

                                               Forgotten


  • At the core I’ve forgotten–the middle of my thoughts.
  • Taken far from my safety–the picture is there .
  • The memory won’t escape me..but why should I care?
  • There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end, the skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend.
  • The rain then sends dripping an acidic question–forcefully, the power of suggestion.
  • Then with the eyes shut, looking thought the rust and rot–And dust– a small spot of light floods the floor.
  • Light pours over the rusted world of pretend.
  • The eyes ease open and its dark again.
  • In the memory you’ll find me with my eyes burning up.
  • The darkness holds me tightly until the sun rises up.
  • Moving all around–the screaming of the ups and downs is pollution manifested in perpetual sound .
  • My memory now is like the picture was then–when the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again.

                                            Pushing Me Away

  • I’ve lied to you the same way that I always do–this is the last smile that I’ll fake for the sake of being with you.
  • Everything falls apart–even the people who never frown eventually break down.
  • The sacrifice of hiding in a lie is that everything has to end.
  • You’ll soon find we’re out of time left to watch it all unwind.
  • The Sacrifice is never knowing why I never walked away, why I played myself this way.
  • Now I see, you’re testing me–and it pushes me away.
  • I’ve tried like you to do everything you wanted too.
  • This is the last time I’ll take the blame for the sake of being with you.
                                              
self-destruct || peter parker

Request: “17, 20, 28, 39 with Peter Parker :D” from THIS prompt list

17: “I’m not alright! Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright.”
20: “The problem is I don’t think I can stop thinking about you.”
28: “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”
39: “You saved me from myself.”

Your legs swing over the side of your window, the balcony beneath your feet. It’s dark and cold, the shiver down your spine nothing if not expected. You pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands.

“You shouldn’t really be out here in the cold, should you?”

You scoff at the familiar voice, not trying to hide the bitterness in your tone. You don’t look at him, you can’t.

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The Love in the fire

*A bnha fic*
*Bakugou x Reader*
*Word count 3406*
*My first fic ever, enjoy*
~Warnings
Blood, violence and cursing. Nothing too serious.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. You hitting the ground, the villain looming over you with a huge knife and Bakugou turning around just to see the villain slash the knife down right through your shoulder. The villain ripped the knife out of your body and swung it down again and again. You didn’t even feel the pain, which you thought to be weird. Just the warm, wet feeling of your blood spreading through your clothes. Bakugou was trying to get to you but other villains kept getting in his way. He was furious, going on a rampage trying to get to you, blasting his quirk at anyone who dared to try and stop him. He knew you wouldn’t die because of your quirk, but that didn’t make the situation any easier for him. On the contrary, he got even more furious because he was imagining the pain you must be in and the pain you would have to go through the next night.

But you didn’t feel anything, and you couldn’t even pass out for some reason and that scared you a lot. The villain finally seemed to get bored of stabbing an immobile body and left to attack Bakugou. With the last of your strenght you grabbed the man’s ankle. Your grip was weak but you tried to stop him with the last of your strenght. The villain looked down on you and swung his knife to your wrist. The pain hit you like lightning bolt. It all came at once and it was almost unbearable. You started screaming and gasping, your whole body shaking with the immense pain that was now brought upon you. Each of the wounds the villain had inflicted to you prior to this moment, felt like they were dripping with acid.

“My quirk must have finally worn of” he said, “It’s pain amplifier by the way, if you’re wondering. It reserves the pain for a while and hits you with all of it at once. Though I don’t think you can hear my explanation anymore” the villain laughed.

You heard him, not very well but atleast now you knew what you were dealing with, but that didn’t make the pain go away. Your throat was hurting from all the screaming and your whole upper body felt like it was melting away.

Bakugou was pissed, but he also felt helpless. He coulnd’t get to you, you, the one he loved and was supposed to protect. The villains just kept coming at him. Then he heard it, or more accurately, regocnized it. The screaming, at first he didn’t register it was coming from you so he didn’t really care, but when he looked at your direction he saw you shaking and screaming on the ground. That’s when he snapped, he didn’t care anymore if he killed the villains or not. He had to get to you.

“Die! Get the fuck outta my way!”, he was screaming to them.

When he had finally cleared the villains out of his way, he ran to you. He ran as fast as he could. When he got to your shaking form, he noticed how badly you were actually hurt. The amount of blood around you was immense. Your clothes were in blood and so was a part of your face. You had stopped screaming or making any kind of noise for that matter, which he found concerning. He picked you up and started to run towards the school. Bakugou knew Recovery Girl was the only one who could save you from the torture your own quirk would cause while healing you. When he finally got to the school you had fallen terrifyingly limb on his arms. Bakugou was scared, scared for you. The one he never wanted to see hurt. He ran into Kirishima in his frenzied state.

“Bakugou, what the hell happened, why does she look like that?” Kirishima said with panic in his voice.

“Move the fuck outta my way” Bakugou growled.

Running into Kirishima had slowed him down and now he was running even faster than before.

When he finally reached the nurse’s office Bakugou threw the door open. Recovery Girl jumped a bit, but when the older lady noticed what Bakugou was carrying she jumped down from her chair and hurried up to Bakugou.

“Lay her on the bed there” she said while pointing to her right.“I’ll start the treatment immeadietly.”

Bakugou was quiet, which was very uncommon for him. He was seething with anger, sure. But he felt helpless, it was a new feeling for him and one he hated. He wasn’t even used to caring about other people, much less being afraid for someone else. He just watched quietly as Recovery Girl finished with her treatment. When the elderly lady turned to him with a pained look on his face, he knew. He just knew.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help her, I’m familiar with her quirk and I’m sorry she has to through that again.” she said, sounding a bit apologetic.

“No, no, fucking no!” Bakugou was screaming and hitting the table at the end of his lovers bed. “You were supposed to help her”

“I did what I could. She’ll be fine but it will hurt. You know about her quirk, right?”, the elderly lady asked.

“Yeah, I fucking know. Thanks for fucking nothing.” he hissed.

Recovery Girl washed the blood off of your body with help from one of the nurses, who also changed your clothes. Bakugou was sitting in the corridor the whole time and hitting the wall. When Recovery girl stepped out of the room she informed Bakugou, that she was going to the principle to fill him in on what was going on. She left Bakugou alone with you. You looked so fragile, laying there breathing were calmly. You weren’t covered in blood anymore adnd he noticed how pale you looked.He knew what the next night would hold for you. That unbearable pain of your quirk putting your body back together, cell by cell. He hadn’t seen it before but you had told him about it. And the last time your quirk activated he could hear the screaming, even though he was nowhere near the nurses office. He was just out in the night that time, circling around the school building.

Bakugou sat down next to your bed. He felt tired, and helpless now that the rush of adrenaline had worn of, and he hated it. He hated himself for not being able to spare you from the pain to come. Then someone threw the door open. Bakugou was up on his feet ready to fight anyone in under a second. When his brain finally registered who had opened the door he was pissed. It was that damned Deku and the rest of the class behind him.

“Get the fuck out! Go die somewhere!” he shouted.

None of them listened. They all just bursted into the room speaking frantically and questioning Bakugou about what had happened. He came to the conclusion that Kirishima had told everyone what he saw. Bakugou knew everyone liked you, you were always so kind, but still not someone people want to mess with. Deku, Asui, Uraraka and even Todoroki were around your bed looking down at your shallowly breathing form. Bakugou hated that they were there with you. He didn’t mind that you had friends of course, but he hated what he thought. That anyone else could have helped you on time. He was ripped out of his thoughts when he heard Todoroki talking to him.

“Bakugou, what happened to her?” The boy asked.

Bakugou hated himself for what he said next.“It’s her own damn fault if she can’t look out for herself. I’m not her fucking protector.~But he should be, right? It was all his fault. It was his fault that you had tried to protect him.~

“You know what the next night is going to be for her, right?” Midoriya asked with concern in his voice.

“Shut the fuck up Deku, fuck all of you! Get the hell out of here!” Bakugou shouted.

None of them moved, they didn’t care that Bakugou was yelling his lungs out.Telling them to leave. Everybody were so worried about you. Everyone turned to look at Bakugou who was stomping towards the door. There was a huge crash when the door of the nurse’s office was slam shut.

Bakugou had left. He couldn’t bare to look at you. He didn’t know where he was going. He left the school grounds. He roamed the city to find the people who had hurt you. Bakugou needed to take his anger out on something, or someone. To blame someone else than himself. He kept running around the alleys and backstreets of the town, hoping to find someone he could beat into a pulp to release his rage. He was working purely on instict, on the anger that was pointed to those who dared to lay a finger on you. He was enraged. The time he had beaten up some small fry villains and calmed down a bit, it was already late in the evening. He was standing above some unfortunate, weak villains who had the bad luck of running into him. He was breathing heavily, sweating and cursing because even after hours of searching he hadn’t found the one villain who had stabbed you and unknowingly brought upon you an insanely painful night. He swore he would find the man who did this go you and kill them, causing them atleast as much pain as they had caused you.

He was walking back to the school. He decided he wouldn’t be with you tonight, because you propably didn’t want to see him anyway. Even though it was your own decision to protect him from the villain, Bakugou still felt responsible. You shouldn’t have to even try to protect him. He was walking the side of the school, headed to the dorms when it started. The screaming. He knew it was you. It had to be you. He remembered the last time he heard you screaming like that. It was horrible. He knew that the pain you had felt hours before was nothing comapared to your body healing. He couldn’t bare to listen to it. He just wanted to make your pain stop. Before he even realized it he was sprinting towards school doors, towards you. He had just decided he wouldn’t go to you, but there he was, running to you. He just wanted to kick the living shit out off the bastard who caused this to you.

When he got to the nurse’s office all the others had left. Except for one. The only one there with you was that damned Deku. He was holding your hand and trying to calm you. It was all in vain. Bakugou knew that. He went to the other side of the bed and took your other hand to his. Then he gave Deku a glare.

“Get out.” he hissed quietly.

Midoriya took this as a sign that he should leave the two of you alone and walked out of the room. Looking at you one last time with worried look on his face.

You were screaming, you felt like all those stab marks from earlier were on fire. Like they were. That was your quirk: Phoenix, it healed you, sure, but it did it by fire. It was painful. You had hated this side of your quirk as long as you could remember. The little wounds, like bruises or scratches healed like this too, but they only produced a bit of heath. But these wounds were deep and very serious. They were burning with the so called healing fire. Healing fire my ass, it was more like a purgatory. You could see the little flames flickering in your wounds, even though your sight was blurry and unfocused. There was only one good side to your quirk, your ability to heal others. If you dropped your tears to someone else’s wound it would heal almost instantly. It worked on most diseases too and was very helpful in a support role. The other side of you quirk was hellish, it hadn’t activated many times but the pain was memorable. You were squirming and screaming, but the worst part, along with the pain, was the fact that you couldn’t pass out. Your quirk wouldn’t allow it. It kept you just barely conscious, so you could feel the flames burning your wounds shut.

You could feel someone holding your right hand. They were saying something but you couldn’t make out what. You thought you caught a glimpse of green hair. So maybe it was Izuku? Atleast one of your friends had stayed with you during this torture. On the other hand you didn’t want your friend to see you like this.You couldn’t really think clearly because you were hurting so much. Then someone grabbed your left hand. The hands that took yours were familiar. They were rough and even a bit scarred but warm, so familiarly warm. Then the hold presumably Izuku had on your other hand, was gone. You thought your angry ass boyfriend had propably told him to leave, even though you hadn’t hear him say anything.

There were just the two of you. You screaming and twitching around as the little flames tried to put your skin and muscles back together, and your lover, Bakugou holding your hand. At some point you realized that he was shouting or talking at you, you couldn’t make out what it was at first but after a while you finally understood. He was trying to reassure you that everything was going to be okay, in his own not so kind way, but still.

“Everything is gonna be fucking fine, you hear me you idiot. I’m gonna go and beat those villains’ asses when you stop this fucking screaming.” he said.

Or atleast you thought he did. There was propably a lot more cursing like usually but that wasn’t the point.That’s how the night went. He didn’t let go of your hand even for a second and you could hear some cursing when you could focus on something else than the unbearable flames on your upper body.

At some point in the night you had stopped screaming and were just whining once in a while. It felt like you were in a some kind of a fever dream and everything felt a bit surreal. You knew Bakugou was there with you, you could feel his hands on yours. You also saw his messy blond hair and red eyes. You were trying to focus on looking at him but the fire was still burning all over your shoulders, healing you. Fixing your damaged body.

The morning finally came and the flames were gone, leaving behind dozens of scars and a really sweaty, out of breath girl. You were still very warm and Bakugou was still holding your hand, looking down at the floor. He had noticed that your healing process was done but he didn’t look at you. Bakugou didn’t raise his head, he just squeezed your hand a bit thighter. Then he got up, making his way to the door. You were disorganized and called out to him, still in a confused state of mind

“Katsuki, where-where are you going?” you asked a bit shakily.

“I don’t fucking know, somewhere else than here.” he answered, still not looking at you.

“Don’t you dare leave me alone right now. You were here all night, so don’t leave me now.” you said trying to hold back the sobs that were attempting to escape your throath.

“Why the fuck is it so important for you to have me here huh? If you had just taken care of yourself instead of protecting me, you wouldn’t be in that damn state in the first place.” he growled, sounding meaner than he meant to.

“You know why I protected you.” you said quietly. “Just please… come here, Katsuki.”

Bakugou walked back to you but he didn’t raise his head to face you. He didn’t want to look at you. You had been hurt so much and he was to blame. He came to sit on your bed and you took his hand. You squeezed it and he did the same to yours. For a while you both just sat there, in silence when he finally decide to speak.

“I…I’m sorry.” he said

You were confused. You had no idea why he was apologizing to you, he hadn’t done anything wrong, right?

“Why the hell aren’t you saying anything?”, he shouted.

You yelped in surprise. He was finally looking at you. He looked angry, and sad. Your Katsuki looking sad was totally new to you. You had never seen him look even remotely sad and based on what Midoriya had said neither had he, but still. He was usually just angry or irritated. So the sadness shadowing his face surprised you.

“What am I supposed to say? I don’t even know why you are apologizing to me in the first place.” you answered a bit taken a back by his expression.

“Like I fucking said, It’s my damn fault you are lying in that bed in he first place, if I had been more observant, you’d be fine.” he said queitly, lowering his head.

“Oh no, no ,no, don’t even go there. The only person who is at fault about what happened to me, is that damn villain and me myself. If I had just been more rational and checked him out before jumping on him, I’d be in a better condition.” you lectured him. “So don’t you dare think this was your fault.”

Bakugou was baffeled, and the reat of your lecture, he knew you didn’t like him blaming himself about any of the stupid things you did, even though it’s rare for him to do that anyway, but he wasn’t really expected you to rant at him. He didn’t know what to say so he was just looking at you. Your eyes, your shoulder, all those scars scattered across your upper body that your shirt wasn’t hiding. Bakugou streched out his arm to touch the scars. But stopped before touching your skin.

“Can I?” he asked

“Sure, they might still be a bit warm though” you chuckled.

“You know I’m pretty fucking bad at talking so, I’m just gonna mostly shut up after this. I promise I’m gonna find the one that did this to you, and beat the crap out of them.” he huffed.

“Don’t go overboard, I don’t want you to end up in prison.” you laughed

“Fuck that, I’m never gonna be away from you again, you idiot.” he snorted.

“Well that’s good to hear” you said with a smile.

Bakugou loved your smile. It was so bright and warm. He pulled you closer to him, more gently than usually and started kissing your shoulders and neck. He laid you down on the bed so he was on top of you. You sliped your hands in his hair and pulled them a bit so he’d lift his head to face you. You kissed him on the lips. The kiss was rough, like it usually was with your boyfriend, but at the same time it was gentle. He didn’t want to push you after the hellish night you’ve had, but he wants you. He wants to touch you, and show you he loves you, the only way he really knows how. Your lips part and and he continues to kiss your neck moving down to your shoulders. Bakugou is careful not to hurt you but he still takes what he wishes, you know that. He is not forceful but makes it clear what he wants. You’re panting when he nibbles and sucks your neck and leaves hickyes on your sensitive skin. You turn your head so your lips are near his ear.

“I love you, Katsuki, remember that.” you whisper

“I love you too”, he says while his face is buried on your neck. “and I never want to see you hurt again, you idiot.”

“Can’t make any promises” you laugh

He lifts his head so he can see your face. He looks at you with a playful but serious expression on his face and says:“Guess I gotta start playing your protector then.”

Behind Closed Doors (E2-Harrison Wells x Reader) Imagines



Imagine:
You and Barry had just gotten back to S.T.A.R. Labs after taking down Gorilla Grodd. Both of you were injured, and needed medical attention. While Cisco and Caitlin were treating Barry, the one and only Harrison Wells was treating you.

*~*~*~*~*

“Ouch!”

“Just bear with it.”

“But it hurts so much!”

“Oh, for god’s sake, _____! It’s not like it’s your first time.”

Barry, Cisco and Caitlin all stared at the closed door to the medical bay, wide-eyed and shocked. While they knew you and Harry had a love-hate relationship going on, there was no way they could’ve predicted this.

Cisco leaned over to his friends. “You don’t think-?”

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Change of Plans - Prompto Argentum x Fem! Reader

This little request is for @a-le-lone-wolf​ I hope this is what you had in mind and that today is a better day for you :)

I love sweet Prompto and it’s been a minute since I’ve written anything for him so this was great!

Word Count: 4726

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With a heavy sigh, you flipped on the pocket flashlight clipped to your shirt. “Lights on, guys,” Prompto called the at the same moment. Four more lights flickered on to illuminate the darkened path ahead. Somewhere at the end of this godsforsaken maze of a tunnel system was a royal tomb – or so the rumor went.

“Noctis, please for the love of the six, build your tomb somewhere a little more accessible.” You shuddered as you caught sight of a large spider descending from its web not too far from your arm.

Noctis snorted but agreed as you trudged along right behind him. This made the fifth tomb you and the others had tracked down and only one of them had been an easy task. Since you had parted ways with Cor at the mouth of Keycatrich Trench, things had definitely not gotten any easier. You were thankful for the years of training and the ability to allow your mind to go blank during the heat of battle. Your body knew what to do and, coupled with the instincts of the four men that always had your back, you were certain the lot of you would see the journey to its completion.

Gladio caught Noctis’ arm and motioned for him to stop. You squatted down, leaning forward to look down over the edge of the narrow path you had been following for some time. Daemons writhed and stalked the darkness beneath you but they hadn’t noticed where your group hugged the wall several yards above them. “Something isn’t right. We haven’t faced any daemons since we entered this part of the cave.” Gladio crossed his broad arms over his chest with a thoughtful expression on his handsome features. The cut over his eye that ran perpendicular to the old one was healing nicely.

“Perhaps we should proceed with a greater deal of caution. We were warned that this area has seen a spike in daemon activity recently,” Ignis looked to his young king waiting for him to give the final say.

Noctis nodded before taking another step forward. “Keep your eyes open and watch each other’s backs,” the raven-haired young man summoned his sword before proceeding.

Gladio and Ignis naturally fell in to step close behind Noctis. You summoned your own weapon, a set of chakrams with wickedly sharp serrated edges that had been endowed with lightening magic, and followed your king. Prompto’s grip on his pistols was firm beside you, the promise of a battle heightening his senses as if he had gone through the years of Crownsguard training you had.

You were impressed with Prompto’s aim and his unfaltering loyalty. You had known the blonde jokester for several years thanks to being one of the Crownsguard members trained and intended to serve directly under Noctis. At first, you were uncertain of his intentions and had warned the prince that he shouldn’t trust anyone that would just walk up and already act as if they were friends. Prompto had denied wanting anything other than to call the prince his friend and you just couldn’t understand that. However, Prompto had grown on you with his bad jokes and adorable awkwardness anytime he released you – or any female, for that matter – had entered the room. You the five of you had departed the citadel in hopes of reaching Alitissa, Prompto had stuck close to your side and he had helped you out of a few jams in battle. He had even shared his sleeping bag with you when Noctis had gotten fish all over yours when he carelessly threw his catch into the trunk of the Regalia. You couldn’t help smiling at the thought.

Luckily, the tomb was tucked into a corner of the open cavern not too far ahead. Noctis claimed the weapon of his ancestor quickly and the five of your rushed forward towards the exit. Prompto yelped and Gladio took a defensive position as darkness rippled and filled the air blocking your escape. The daemon that appeared from the inky mist was absolutely huge with jagged, sharp teeth and a strange misshapen form. “What the hell is that thing?” Prompto asked as he aimed his firearms towards the oozing mass.

“What’s the plan?” Noctis shot a nervous look at the resident strategist as he planted his feet, sword drawn.

Iggy summoned his polearm, not willing to risk getting too close. “Until we know it’s weaknesses, use long range weapons and stay out of reach of those…tentacles?” His brows drew together in uncertainty.

A volley of shots rang out, echoing off the cave walls as Prompto fired several rounds into the mass of slithering goo. The bullets, coated in a white hot flame, appeared to burn the gel-like substance the creature was made of and pieces of its exterior burned away. “Hi there, opening,” Prompto snapped in another magazine before firing another round at the damaged area.

“Let’s see how you like a little electricity,” you grunted as you threw each of your chakrams forward. Your heart soared as the electrified circular blades sliced through the creature before the special magnets in your gloves drew the blades back to you.

The daemon howled in pain. Fury made the creature lash out, its tentacles extending forward in search of a target. Gladio and Noctis managed to fend off the appendages easily but one slithered forward and wrapped itself around Noct’s exposed calf. He gasped in pain before Gladio used his greatsword to sever the tentacle from its master. In its place, an angry red welt bubbled on the surface of the king’s skin as if he had been doused in acid.

Ignis called for everyone to regroup as he finished his scan of the enemy. “The only weakness I’m detecting is one to lightening magic. It doesn’t appear to be weaker against any type of weapons.” Ignis used his polearm to block another tentacle as he searched for purchase.  

Glancing over, you noticed the sweat dotting Noct’s forehead and the welt on his leg looked to be getting worse. “Gladio, get Noctis out of here. Iggy, you and Prompto watch their backs on the way out.” You got into position before slinging your weapons at the beast once more. It’s angered screams rattled your bones as you caught of the circular blades before sending it right back at the daemon again. Gladio nodded, understanding that Noctis’ life could be hanging in the balance. He shot you a look, one that you knew was meant to be encouraging and thankful, before helping Noctis to the side. Your attacks had drawn the attentions of the oozing nuisance away from the path and towards you.

“I’m not leaving you,” Prompto took aim and sent another round of fire-charged bullets into the target. He had created a large area where the protective gooey layer had broken away to reveal it’s more sensitive inner layer.

Focusing your attentions on the weakness, you sent your next attack there. “I can handle one extra-large booger with a case of the grab hands by myself. Make sure his majesty is okay and I’ll meet you guys at the haven.” The creature roared as your blades sliced through its exposed skin, a dark purple liquid spilling out of the cut. You dodged it’s counter attack as you caught your returning chakrams with ease.

Prompto started to protest again but Ignis stopped him. You missed whatever he said as a tentacle licked at the exposed skin of your arm and you bit the inside of your lip until you tasted the mettle tang of blood to fight back your scream. Your skin bubbled up at the contact but you continued your attacks. Ignis pushed Prompto towards the door before fending off several attacks of his own. “While I admire your tenacity,” Ignis gracefully vaulted to the side, taking off another tentacle, “you cannot hope to defeat this creature on your own.”

Grunting as you slid across the damp floor of the cave to grab your blade before it spun out of reach, you turned as used your momentum to sling it with the added force as the creature. “I’m not planning on dying in here, Iggy, but I’ve got my own promises to keep. Besides, I’m tougher than I look,” you shot him a trademark smirk before firing another round of attacks.

During his own attacks, Ignis had moved closer to the exit of the cave. The creature had shifted its position so that there was barely any room to escape passed its acidic coating. “I did not mean to imply you were not skilled.”

You caught the nervous look in Ignis’ green eyes as he glanced at his fading escape route. It was now or never and he knew it. “You have an oath to fulfill, Scientia, and dying in this cave is not going to help our king take back his kingdom.” You hissed as welts appeared on your leg, some of the acid-like mucus dripping from your blade onto your exposed skin. “Do me a favor, though?”

“Anything?” Ignis answered immediately. He made his dash towards the exit but turned as he pulled a spell bottle from his pocket and pulling the top.

Another roar ripped through the cavern at your latest attack. “If I don’t make it out of here, tell blondie that…that I wish I could’ve told him I loved him. That I wish things were different.” Tears stung your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

“Of course.” You caught the sad smile of the strategist’s face before he tossed the bottle at the creature. His attack hit its mark and the creature seemed to falter for a moment. Its forward motion blocked the path completely, cutting you off from your only chance of escape.

The others waited for days at the haven a few miles from the entrance to the cave system. Thanks to a couple potions, Noctis had nearly made a full recovery. His leg was still sore and thin pink ring wrapped around his calf but he was able to put his full weight onto his leg and no permanent damage seemed to have been done. It was pure luck that the others had made it out unscathed. However, there had been no sign of you since Ignis left you to deal with the monster.

The fire popped and hissed as Gladio stoked its flames to ensure its continued burning. He fell back into his chair heavily as silence washed over the group. They needed to move on, to see that their quest was fulfilled, but none of them felt good about leaving you. Prompto had wanted to run back into the cave several times but the others wouldn’t allow it saying that the creature could still be lurking and that he didn’t need see what may have been done to you.

Ignis had relayed your message once camp had been set up and Prompto had taken his heavy words with more grace than any of them knew he was capable of. He had been remarkably silent as the days passed, only commenting on going back to search for you. He sat in his chair with one near pulled to his chest, his pale freckled face resting against it. His eyes were red rimmed but no one had actually seen him cry. His bottom lip was raw where he had chewed it incessantly in worry. His blue eyes were nearly grey, awash of their normal bright color, as he stared into the licking flames. “I love her,” he spoke so quietly that Noctis, who was seated directly beside him, nearly missed it.

“What was that?” Gladio looked up from his book in concern. He had read and reread the same page at least a dozen times without their meaning sticking in his mind.

Prompto whimpered, a low sound that akin to a groan but filled with heartbreak, as he pulled his eyes to the starless night above the group. “I love her and I never told her.” He spoke evenly but his voice cracked halfway through the sentence. “…and I left her.” Hot tears spilled from his eyes and he made no move to stop them.

“You did as you were asked, as you had sworn to do in the name of the crown,” Ignis attempted to console the resident sharpshooter as he leaned over to place a gloved hand on his back. Prompto shuttered under the gesture but didn’t try to shove him off. “I believe (y/n) knew of your feelings and felt the same.”

Standing so quickly that the lawn chair he had just been using flipped backwards, Prompto stood and clenched his hands hard enough that his knuckles turned white where they peaked from beneath his gloves. “That doesn’t make it okay! You said it yourself, long range weapons were the way to go and instead of backing her up like I should have, I turned a ran out of there. Her blood is on my hands,” Prompto visibly shook as he squeezed his eyes shut. Turning on his heel, he entered the tent for some semblance of privacy.

Noctis stood to follow his best friend but Gladio stopped him with a tug at his shirt and a shake of his head. “Nothing you can do to make this any better, Noct. Give him some space.”

The young king opened his mouth to respond when he felt his pocket vibrate. Fishing his phone out, he swiped across the screen to answer the call. “Cindy,” he greeted her with mock cheerfulness.

“Hey there, prince. Found something I think you and your friends might be needing. Fixed ‘er up for you and got it all ready for you to pick up.” Shuffling and the sound of metal on metal filtered through the phone as if Cindy was currently waist deep in the hood of a car with the phone sandwiched to her ear. “When do you think y’all will be this way?”

Noctis offered one last look towards the tent before getting the attention of Ignis. “Tomorrow. We’ll be there by noon.”

You sat by Cid, just inside the garage when a flash of light caught your attention. The Regalia pulled off the road and parked by the pumps. Ignis immediately got to work filling the tank as the others climbed out. Noctis seemed fine but each of them looked more tired and worn out than you had ever seen them. Prompto’s hair hung limply, still damp from a recent washing as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it. He was pale his eyes had lost the beautiful sparkle you loved so much. You heart broke at his appearance. Your instinct was to stand but Cid stopped you with a shake of his head.

The old mechanic was in the process of changing the dressing over the wound on your arm. It was the deepest cut and the reason you had lost so much blood. The hunters that had found you had stitched up the worst of your wounds and done their best to keep you alive. Cid had taken over tending to your wounds when the hunters had left your unconscious form with the grease monkeys that knew you. His movements seemed practiced as he finished securing the gauze and wrapping it all in a self-adhesive bandage. “They’ll see you soon enough,” Cid chuckled before checking you over one last time.

If you said you weren’t sore, you would’ve been lying. Your body ached all over but other than the deep gash on your arm, your other injuries resembled small scratches now. A new scar cut its way across your bottom lip, splitting the naturally rosy skin at one side and a few others littered your legs but you would be right as rain in a few days. After you had escaped the cave, you had sent your location to someone you knew was in the area. You were too busted up to make it back to camp where the other waited and you could already feel the blood loss making your beaten body sluggish as the adrenaline wore off. Cor had sent a team of hunters after you as soon as he received the message knowing something was wrong. You were already unconscious when they found you not for from the mouth of the cave, your chakrams still coated in the acidic mucus.

Cindy’s lilting voice drew you from your thoughts as she greeted your friends. Cid helped you to stand on your bad knee – wrapped in a supportive brace after you had taken a particularly nasty fall onto it during the battle – and walked with you towards the entrance of the garage. “Reckon she belongs to y’all,” Cindy drawled as Cid helped you stand just beside her.

Your name left Ignis in a surprised gasp. Gladio moved to support you and carefully wrapped you in a welcomed hug. Noctis was next followed by a stiff Ignis. You assured each of them that you were fine, just a little sore, when you noticed Prompto hadn’t moved. His jaw hung loosely, his mouth open and his cheeks tinted an adorable shade of pink. As you watched him, his eyes began to turn, burning with the icy fire you admired so much before he took a shaky step towards you. He whispered your name before taking another step. “Y-you’re really here?”

Laughing, you did your best to look confident despite allowing Gladio to support some of your weight. “I couldn’t let some daemon do me in before I beat you at King’s Knight,” you smiled as tears stung your eyes.

Prompto took the last several steps separating the two of you and pulled you carefully against his chest. His arms around your waist supported your weight effortlessly as he crushed his lips to yours. Not caring that five of people stood as your audience, you tangled your fingers into his incredibly soft blonde fringe to pull him closer to you.

When the two of you finally parted, your both panted slightly and Gladio whistled. “That’s sure as hell been a long time coming,” he chuckled.

Your group was back on the road the next day after the others had helped Cindy out with a favor as payment for taking you in. Ignis set the course for Galden Quey, happy to agree to the notion that you all deserved a few days’ rest and relaxation. Noct still wasn’t one hundred percent and you knew you still looked pretty rough. Gladio seemed excited at the prospect of getting his early morning workouts in on the beach and Ignis was content to learn a bit more of how to prepare a few more dishes with the fish Noctis liked to catch.

Prompto supported you as you slightly limped up to the front desk. You had fully expected the employee to hand over a key to one room – your typical arrangements put you on the couch to avoid being subjected to unwanted cuddling or groping by a sleeping man – and was surprised when Prompto accepted a second key. “I thought we could use some time…to ourselves,” he blushed a bright red as he helped you towards your room. It was separated from the others’ by a few apparently empty rooms and was tucked into a corner of the building overlooking the sea.

You caught the obscene motion Gladio had tried to shoot Prompto without your noticing and the smirk that Noctis made no move of hiding. Ignis pushed his glasses up and nodded, offering a true smile. “I believe the two of you have more than earned some privacy. If you feel like joining us for dinner, we shall save you both seats at dinner.” The strategist hurried the others into their room. He shot you a wink as Prompto opened your own door.

Two of the four walls that made up the room were entirely glass as they stared out over the calm blue ocean. Light poured into the room and everything was decorated in pale calming colors. “How much did this cost?” you breathed in awe as you stood by the glass wall. It felt as if you were floating over the ocean.

“Iggy arranged it,” Prompto sheepishly pulled you towards the bed to get you off your feet. “He told me what you said.”

Blood rushed to your own cheeks as you studied him carefully. Other than the heated kiss the two of you had shared in hammerhead that morning, you hadn’t spoken about your feelings or made any other advances. Prompto had held your hand the entire drive to the beach having forced Noctis to allow him to sit in the back with you. “I’m glad he did. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it out of there and I didn’t want to die without having told you…that idea seemed worse than dying,” you confessed.

“When I looked back and saw that you weren’t following Ignis out of the cave, they had to force me back to the camp. I tried to go after you a few times but they stopped me.” His arms were careful not to hurt you as he pulled you against him. “I love you,” he whispered into your ear and shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath tickling your skin.

No more words were needed as clothing was shed. Prompto was so careful not to jostle your knee too much or to put pressure on your bandaged arm. His lips ghosted over your new scars and his fingers danced lightly over you sensitive skin. You couldn’t help giggling as you ran your fingers over his freckled chest and sculpted muscles. The evening sun that washed into the room made him glow as if he were truly composed of light. You would have sworn you had fallen into bed with an Astral.

His fingers dipped down to your slit and something close to a growl and a needy moan slipped from his lips as he felt how wet, how ready for him you were without much foreplay. His cock was throbbing and pulsing and you hadn’t even touched him yet. “You’re sure?” His breathy whisper was soft as his eyes stared into yours. They were brighter than you had ever seen them. Like jewels shimmering in the light of the sun.

Breathless, you nodded and worried your bottom lip. Prompto gently pulled at your chin to free it so that he could kiss you properly. The head of his swollen length pressed against your clit before he pushed into your entrance slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut and the soft moan that left you was the most beautiful sound Prompto had ever heard. Though he was thick and larger than you had expected, your body took him effortlessly as if you were made for one another. Once he was fully seated within you, he stilled so that you could both revel in the fullness and the perfection of your union.

Your hips bucked against him and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders before you managed to open your eyes. Prompto was staring at you with such devotion and love in his eyes that it was nearly enough to have you a shaking mess already. “Move,” you whimpered as you ground yourself against him.

Neither of you were hurried and the pace he set was slow and sweet and sensual. Neither of you cared much about teasing the other at that moment. It was all about feeling and conveying emotion. Prompto peppered every inch of the skin he could reach with light, feathery kisses and you traced your fingers over his entire body. You both wanted to commit the other to memory, washed in the light of the evening sun with the blissful ocean and the Astrals themselves as your witnesses.

Prompto changed his angle slightly and you moaned, you back coming off the bed at his ministrations. “Found it,” Prompto chuckled against your neck as he sucked gently at the skin. He wasn’t being rough enough to mark you but it was enough to send and added layer of heat towards your core. He focused his efforts on repeating his motions and moved a hand to cup your breast, toying with the nipple.

Your body naturally moved and rolled in time with his efforts. You had never fit with another person so effortlessly and you couldn’t help gasping as the pleasure built inside your body. “Prom-Prompto,” you panted. Your brain was struggling to string together the proper words but the marksman kissed you sweetly and his hands snaked southward between your bodies as if he knew what you needed. The callouses of his fingers added to the stimulation as he pressed harshly against your swollen clit. You moaned into his mouth and Prompto eagerly released your lips so that he could enjoy your sounds.

Spreading your legs wider, Prompto adjusted himself so that he could move at a much quicker pace inside you. Despite the force behind his thrusts and the need etched into his handsome features, his grip on you was soft and guiding as he was aware of your still weakened state. His finger moved quickly against your clit and you felt the floodwalls inside you beginning to crack. “Let go for me, sweetie. Come all over me,” he begged you in a voice that was deeper and gruffer than you had ever heard from him. Gasping, your body exploded in the most earthshattering orgasm you had ever felt. Your body quaked and you careened beneath Prompto. He carefully held you as stationary as he could so that he could help push you through your orgasm, his fingers still working in time with his cock. Warmth raced through your veins as you searched out his lips, in need of another connection between the two of you.

Prompto nipped at your lip, his teeth knocking against yours in need as his motions became sloppy. You wrapped your uninjured leg, still shaking and weak, around his waist to pull him closer and he grunted as you dug your heel into his ass. “I-I’m gonna –“ he panted in warning and you swallowed his whimpers with your mouth.

“That’s it, Prom. Fill me.” Your words seamed to light a fire in him as his pace picked up. A few more snaps of his hips and Prompto buried himself inside you as he released. You both gasped and panted as the feelings of him doing as you asked, of you both belonging so completely to the other.

Prompto fell beside you, pulling you close so that he could trace invisible patterns over your flushed skin. You ran a shaky hand through your hair before he brought it to his lips, kissing the palm. “Wow,” you breathed as a warm smile painted your lips.

A boyish giggle escaped him. “Wow is right. Way better than talking.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I love you, Prompto Argemtum,” you swore in an airy voice as if you had just accepted another duty from the king himself.

Fingers traced along your inner thigh sending shivers through you. “I love you,” he smiled but his eyes grew wide as he withdrew his hand. His fingers were covered in a mixture of the two of you where it spilled down your legs. His grin was impish as he stared at his fingers. “We, uh, made a mess. Sorry.”

Smirking, you sucked Prompto’s fingers clean, giggling at the shock written all over his face. You weren’t worried about the consequences of your coupling, knowing you could pick up a potion in the morning that would take care of it all. You swirled your tongue around his finger once before releasing it from your mouth with a wet pop. “Don’t be sorry. I asked for it.” You winked and sultrily brushed your hair away from your shoulder. Despite the sweet and vanilla session the two of you had just shared, you actually enjoyed things a little…dirtier usually.

Prompto’s eyes resembled saucers as he watched you with a hungry expression on his face. “Change of plans. We’re not going to make it to dinner if you can go another round,” he spoke in a strangled voice.

Laughing, you moved to straddle the blonde. “I’m no quitter,” you shot him a wink.