As crunchyroll finally released the last chapter I decided writing my opinion on it. I will make side comments but the main subject will be Nalu since many of you asked me if I think it is canon or not.
First of all we will be starting with the cover page, in which Mashima left some hidden clues.
where have we seen this before? That`s right.
Natsu`s shirt, which is more manly is more in his style with one long sleeve and a shor one is matching to Lucy`s old outfit from x792. Mashima always made them matchy clothes, didnt matter it was a bracelet, the colors, or a whole outfit.
Moving on… we didn`t have much interaction between NaLu at Lucy`s party
Even so, Mashima brought us a little nostalgia on the good times when Lucy was always screaming at Natsu and he wasn’t bothered by it, morover acting like a child. They are supposed to be 28-29 here right? (excepting the time skip) They remained the same kids they were once.
I have to say that i am really proud of Lucy. She`s such a kind girl, she didn’t care if her novel made her rich or not, but she fullfilled one of her dreams. Isn’t that amazing? I am really proud of my baby ♥
Also I have to say I am happy Anna remained in her timeline. She already lost her parents and she finally has a relative.
There we have a little teasing from Gajeel and also from Mashima himself.
Anna was the one who sent Natsu n this timeline, Anna made his scarf. He knew her since he was a little boy, he gave him the chill and he is admitting THIS is why he is always so relaxed being around Lucy. She has always been there for him, taking care of him and covering things for him. She was a good friend to him, his best friend and she grew in more.
Gajeel is teasing Natsu in here saying “ you liked her”
What could have Natsu say? “No? I disliked her?” No. Also Gajeel is shocked about his answer. He answered so relaxed and can you see that blushing Lucy? That`s right, she is blushing because Natsu somehow said he likes her. If he likes Anna, Lucy is alike to Anna, he likes Lucy too. so regarding the fact both Lucy and Anna have a similar smell, he is always so relaxed around Lucy, isn’t it the fact that your home has a certain smell, gives you a certain comfort? This is what Lucy is for him. His home.
In this panel, Lucy is admitting herself she is jealous over Gajevy. Why is she jealous? Because Gajevy managed growing into a mature relationship, Gajeel became a man, while Natsu is still an immature little brat, but he is her brat. We will never see Natsu saying things like Gajeel “ The woman i fell for” “ I wished walking side by side with you” or something like this. No, Natsu has his own way to express his feelings. Let`s remember some of his lines “ I am going to save Lucy” “ Lay one finger on Lucy and I turn you to ashes” “ Even if it’s just her head, Lucy is still Lucy “ “ From today on, you are mine” “Long time no see, Lucy” and so many others. There are different ways of saying “I love you” Its in your gestures and let’s remember how Natsu was affected by Future Lucy’s death and when they fought with August how he climbed over her to protect her. He is never going to let her die again.
Also Lucy is blushing so hard and is emarassed by the things Gajeel and Levy had done. She is not mature herself to do things a couple should be doing. She is still embarassed about this even if she is 19(or 28)
See? She had the same reaction as Wendy. A reaction a child would have when hearing things.
This doesnt have any link to Nalu but im posting it for gruvians and my gruvia heart
Finally you`ve got a hang of it Gray-sama. @giushia
Mashima is giving a tease again. “ the pair im most” the pair. So there are pairings.
Even if they fought Zeref and he put them trough hell, look at her face. She knows that Zeref and Mavis had found their peace they are back being someone else. Her look is saying “ sadness but still happiness” Could this be the love she`s also dreaming of? Even if they had a tragic destiny, they found their way back to each other.
she, herself is happy for everyone. Every single mage is happy including herself.
Now, let`s start with the Nalu Pages
there you go, Mashima putting another old scene. “ This is my room” But remember the first time Natsu was in her room? She kicked him out.
While now she made this cute face, she didnt kick them out and isn’t bothered by it anymore. Yet she still has to say something about it. A girl has to keep her dignity.
The love is in the gestures you do. How I said up. Natsu carried her home, took care of her. Its a little gesture, but what could had happen if he wasn’t there to carry her home while she passed out?
He took her home, he took care of her. He watched over her.
Now, that`s Lucy` way of complaining she will never walk down the aisle, she will never be a bride.
Yet, Natsu finds a way, an open door
“ You can walk out” You can walk out with HIM and join him in his job, like she has always done. Look at her face.He just gave her hope.
THIS IS NATSU`S WAY OF SAYING “ I wanted to walk side by side with you”. “ You can walk and take a job with us”
Furthermore, she is remembering all the memories the two of them had together. She bursts in tears.
And hugs him
She hugs him. He is the person who gave her everything. Without Natsu, Lucy would have still been the Heartfilia Princess. she should have married someone she didnt like, she wouldnt have achieved one of her dreams and she wouldnt have been in Fairy Tail.
She is greatful for having him, for giving her everything she wished for and even if she was rich, he gave her what her parents and their money couldnt afford. Friends and family. Fairy Tail was her family, they had always protected her, they had always been there for her.
Yet, Natsu doesn’t know what to do. He doesnt want to see her crying even if they are tears of joy. He just want to see her happy.
In these panels, I dont know if i can agree with the others or not, that a panel is missing. Seems it is missing something but at the same time not. Did he kiss her? Why is she so shocked? Or..he didnt kiss her, yet she said “ wait” if hereally didnt kiss her, then her “wait” was “ wait, I am not ready”.
But what are the things you did, Natsu? I dont think in this panel, Lucy is talking about her memories, but something he did.now. He answers “ what does it matter?” I saw lots of movies and series where the boy, after he kissed the girl and she said something similar to what Lucy said he answered “ why does it matter”. So he really might have kissed her and let`s remember Mashima doesnt know how to draw proper kisses. So a panel could be missing up there because Mashima didnt want to ruin that haha
They will always be togehter. They are going to a 100 years quest which is a lifetime. Natsu and Lucy will be together forever. Always and forever
My conclusion is that, in a subtle way than Gajevy`s or Gruvia, Nalu is canon and we can finally celebrate.
(Background: The DM for this wanted us to bring our best Pathfinder characters for this campaign. The party consisted of a kitsune fighter, an orc unchained rogue, a kobold celestial-bloodline sorcerer, a tiefling life-mystery oracle, and my half-elf monk. After fighting our way up out of a dungeon we’d been trapped in — and pretty well depleting our resources in the process — the DM wants his wizard character, the recurring villain of the campaign, to mock us before we actually escape. He does so from the other side of a fifty-foot-wide chasm with no visible bottom.)
Villain: [Standard hammy villain monologue with over-the-top gloating and taunting]
Kitsune: [Orc], will you shoot him to at least get him to shut up?
Orc: Can’t. Out of ammo.
Kobold: Hey, don’t look at me, guys, all I’ve got left are cantrips.
Tiefling: I can barely even see the other side.
Kitsune: Grr. I don’t wanna have to listen to this guy. Does anyone have a ranged attack that can at least get his attention?
Me: Not exactly, but… How wide is that chasm, again?
Tiefling: *Snickers, knowing my monk from another campaign.* Uh-oh…
DM: Uh, fifty feet.
Me: Okay, I spend my last point of ki for the bonus to jump and leap across. This should be a surprise round, right?
DM: (after nearly choking on drink) Um. Okay, yeah, DC 50; I hope you have another character ready. Roll acrobatics.
Me: Don’t need to, the lowest I can roll is a 66 after the point of ki.
DM: (almost spittakes, with the rest of the party either snickering or stunned to silence) Seriously!?
Me: *Presents character sheet.*
DM: *Takes a few minutes to verify the ludicrous number of bonuses.* …Oh goddammit. Yeah, I guess this is happening, roll to attack.
Me: Stunning Fist, get ready for his fort save. *Rolls 17 on the die.* Uh…
DM: (before I can math up bonuses) I hate you. *Rolls a 4 on the fort save.* So. Much. So yeah, he’s in mid-monologue and you launch yourself across a goddamn bottomless chasm and punch the squishy wizard in the face. Roll damage.
Party: *Laughing hysterically!*
Tiefling: Falcon Puuunch!
(Cue the entire table, including the poor DM, completely losing it for the next few minutes. I proceeded to flurry of blows the Big Bad’s right hand man into an unrecognizable pulp over the next two rounds while the party cheered me on. I looted the body, threw him into the chasm, and then could just “take 10” to jump back across. It was my only session in that campaign, unfortunately, but I’m told it took a few weeks for the DM to work out how to get around the damage I did to his plot. I understand he now takes excessive precautions before letting his villains run off at the mouth, since a DC 50 acrobatics check is apparently not enough. This isn’t the first campaign that particular monk has mangled the plot of, either, but it is the most spectacular instance, and the only time she almost wrecked a campaign during its first session.)
(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)
The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.
It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.
He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already.
It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.
He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.
He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.
The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.
“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”
“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”
He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.
It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like.
He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.
“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”
“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.
He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.
The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.
“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”
“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.
“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”
She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.
“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”
“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.
“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.
“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.
“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.
“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”
“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”
I don't get the whole "You ruined TNG" thing; not Wesley crusher, not the people who wrote the character, not the fact that the whole first season was kind of a hot mess anyways, or anything else.... not is was 16 year old Wil Wheaton and his nefarious schemes that ruined TNG, that's why it got canceled after the first... oh wait. Anyways keep up the good work preaching the don't be a dick mantra. It's a good philosophy and I try my best to stick to it in these trying times.
The overwhelming majority of people who say that weren’t even born when TNG was in its first run, and they are typically teenage boys who need to feel important and edgy. They barely have the capacity to understand all the weird and unexpected boners they keep getting, let alone the complex steps that go into making a television series.
I do appreciate them taking time away from their quest for Schezuan Sauce, though.
what does love mean to me. i’m not really sure i asked myself this question a lot. i didn’t have a childhood filled with love and affection. so i think that my sense of love, the way it looks, how it feels, the way it’s expressed is very warped. for me growing up “love was” a slap in the face. a hole through the wall. it was belittlement and hatred. i didn’t see what love really was until a brown eyed girl walked into my life at easily the most unexpected time. now don’t get me wrong im not here to reminisce about past relationships or things left unsaid. but when she came into my life i had nothing. i was nothing. i was really fucked up. i struggled, i cried, i screamed, and i panicked. i was a mess to say the least.
but she learned to love that mess, the tornado that i was, that i always believed i would be, destroying everything and everyone in my path. its why i always said i couldn’t love anyone, let alone be loved by anyone. to be told i love you 18 days after the first time you meet someone is crazy right? at least i thought it was. but i was wrong. i thought no one could possibly love me after that short amount of time she doesnt know anything about me yet. but the walls crumbled down one by one. i fell along with them. but she did her best to pick me back up. she spent over 400 days loving me. and in those 400 days i saw love. for the first time in my life i saw love for what it really was. i mean love in every sense of the form, to me love is the way her parents cheered at her games, or the way that they laughed endlessly playing stupid boardgames, love is pushing someone to be the best version of themselves, love is the way i found friends in people i thought i hated. love is trusting. love is letting go. love is crazy, unexplainable, and unimaginable. i learned that love, in that time whether it be picking you up off the bathroom floor, stopping you from jumping off the top of a parking garage, or may it be writing your final flashcards with you, or staying up until 3 am watching criminal minds in a fort built in the living room. love is unconditional. love is love. love means going all in even if it means you’re going to get hurt. because in the end its the only thing worth getting hurt for.
@ all and every gay kid ever:
you deserve better than queerbaiting.
you deserve better than dean winchesters and sherlock holmes’ and V and B. you deserve to be represented and validated, not mocked for your ideas and interpretations and theres so much good content out there of lgbt+ characters/couples.
go and find it.
its truly a hundred times better than sitting around waiting for something that isnt going to happen.
and im not saying your thoughts and views are wrong, i to this day still believe dean is meant to be canonically bi, but dont let yourself be screwed over by straight, white adults who dont care about you unless you can provide them with money. im so mad my first experiences with lgbt+ culture and community came from there.
you deserve better than that.
aries: hey, i miss you. snap me sometime? I miss your smile. i miss laughing with you and eating ramen. i miss those summer nights where we turned night into day. you were my best friend and I’m not entirely sure what happened. but i sure miss you a lot.
taurus: you were my go to. the one i could trust and knew would be there for me. im really sad you broke that. i miss you, or i miss who i thought you were. because what you did isn’t what you would do. so maybe you’re very different than what i thought. hopefully sometime you would be willing to talk it out. i know you’re stubborn as shit and wont apologize. so ill do it instead. i love you. im sorry.
gemini: oh you. well i still love you, you know. hopefully you do. i repeated it to you the last few times we spoke. i miss laying in my backyard and looking at the stars with you. i miss getting popsicles and walking downtown with you. i miss your hands. but i heard someone else is holding them now. i miss your hair. i also that heard you cut it all off. i hope one day ill get to see you again. maybe you’ll come back here to visit. or ill stop by colorado. and we can smoke a bowl or something. you’re always in my heart. sometimes, you even sneak your way into my daydream.
cancer: you’re the only one who doesn’t hate me, i think. even though you have good reason to. when you saw me standing alone today, you were the only one to come say hi. i appreciated that more than anything. thank you. thank you, for being kind. thank you for taking care of my friend.
leo: hey, im constantly torn between talking to you or not. I’ve learned my lesson not to play with fire with you. but the sun soaks up water and maybe thats why im constantly drawn to you. you were my only friend for most of high school and i appreciate that. maybe its best if we keep a distance. and just remember the good times.
virgo: hi. i miss you the most, probably. its your third year away from home and i miss your face like hell. i wish you didn’t have to leave at such an early age. i wish we got to spend our last teenage years together. thanks for making me always feel okay with myself. even if no one else is okay with me. and making me feel normal. i love u to the moon and back. and then again, a couple more times.
libra: im sorry. im really sorry. there isn’t any use apologizing or explaining myself because i was in the wrong. but sometimes, i wish i could tell you i wasn’t the only one. and your friend who tells you things about me that aren’t all true, also did things to you. but i wont tell you that. i dont want to be like her. but i dont think you would believe me even if i did. i do care about you. you’re one of my only friends. i hope i can repaire that.
scorpio: i dont get to talk to you much. but the day i was sat with your friends and they all left, you stayed. i really appreciate that. more than you know. it warmed my heart. and that was the first time i felt something like that.
sagittarius: hi u. you’re like my brother. i feel like i can talk to you. and you wont judge me. i like hanging out with you. you’re about the only guy who will talk to me and listens to me, not what everyone else says about me. you’re real. when you let me see that part of you its wonderful. i wish it would come out more.
capricorn: i dont know what you think of me right now. i really care about you. i hope being the friend that i have you can see that. your smile is breathtaking. i know he’s taking care of you. thats all i ever hope for. i love you.
aquarius: im sorry i put so much pressure on you. thank you for being there while i figure out my situation. im sorry if i seem clingy. i would hug u all the time if i could. but i know ur aquarian independence is important. i admire that a lot, actually. i love you so much. thank you for always trusting me. xx
pisces: hi. i wrote you another letter. i wont give that one to you though. it hurt me when you told everyone about the one i wrote you. i poured my heart into 6 pages. it took me an hour to put together. everything put together in a system that would translate as genuine. i hope when you’re older, you’ll learn something like that stays in your heart, and not your mouth. i looked over at you today. you were already looking at me. i don’t know what to think about that. i hope we can be friends again, at some point.
My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.
Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.
I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.
“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.
“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.
I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor
“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”
“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.
“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”
“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”
Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.
“There’s no place like home.”
I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.
I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.
The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.
I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.
“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.
“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.
“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.
He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”
Thanks Clint, see you soon.“
“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.
Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.
I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.
“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.
“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?
“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.
He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”
so i’m trying to write but its not happening so maybe its TIME FOR ASKS aka all you’re getting tonight is stream of consciousness/taakitz headcanons cause thats where i AM in life that is to say: have not left my apartment all day, has said one word to a physical human being, been thinking for the past 6 hours about my art project and stressin’ but anyway, that’s a me update, lets talk about taakitz.
so im of the firm belief that taako never meant this to be a real relationship. i think he kind of like, did the first chug n squeeze date thing to fuck with kravitz? not badheartedly, or like, outta malice, but he did want to unsettle the hot goth dead boy.
but then. the date is really nice? and krav asks him stuff and seems to actually give a shit about the answers which is still such a novelty for taako, and like, huh, he wants to see the guy again. that’s a surprise. that’s wild shit.
so they schedule another date. and then another. and all of them go really well? and taako’s been going through with all of these with the mentality of “ok this is fun but it doesnt matter a ton” and that actually helps him get pretty close to krav because all the info he gives up about himself, the closeness and emotional info, it doesnt matter, right? cause this isnt going to last. and thinking about this as a temporary/casual sitch makes this like…okay. its cool that taako is being himself, as long as this doesnt matter, right?
kravitz, on the other hand, is haplessly charmed by this incredibly weird, dramatic, fun dude, who seems to have no goddamn fear about dating the grim reaper, who asks him about his day and jokes about killing necromancers and its like, a good joking, right, it’s like, he gets it, he’s seen shit. and kravitz hasnt dated in a LONG time. centuries, probably. and he’s like….utterly baffled by this turn of events. like, taako keeps calling him? asking to hang out? they have long stone of farspeech conversations at midnight cause taako doesnt sleep and neither does kravitz, and for the first time in a while, he’s doing like, alive person things. eating breakfast. taking showers. mundane shit like that, early morning in thb’s apartment, and kravitz doesnt remember the last time he’s woken up in someone else’s bed. i think kravitz gets real serious about this real fast.
other things: kravitz being like, semi-reasonably concerned that taako is a squish wizard “shit my boyfriend keeps almost dying like all the time” and being semi-reasonably concerned that taako feels like this is the only career option for him. taako being like, completely unconcerned with the fact that he’s literally dating the grim reaper. kravitz awkwardly running into merle and magnus doing the walk of shame from taakos bedroom. kravitz running into lucretia on the moonbase and lucretia internally being like “holy FUCK of course when taako gets a stable relationship its the fucking grim reaper”
so this happens and kind of goes like this and then the events of story and song happen which are real fuckin dramatic all over and i think like, a month after everything is over (or maybe this happens before, idk) taako like, realizes hes in love and has like a minor crisis over it. which would make for a pretty good fic that i’m never going to write, taako realizing that he’s in love with his boyfriend, ha.
anyway i think they stay together forever, its great.
but yeah! it’s a good ship. i like it a lot cause its like two people who have no idea how to be people in a relationship kind of figuring it out together. i think there’s a funny dichotomy where kravitz is very blunt about his questions and taako is alternately really honest where he doesnt realize that hes being really honest, and really cagey. i think thats got that GOOD drama/angst/lol potential.
other good concepts: barry and kravitz comparing notes about like “ok does yours do that too?” and kravitz asking lup if “is this a normal taako thing or like, not”
And I’m supposed to sit here and do what? Wait for you? Beg for you to come back again? Act like the reality of us isn’t that we won’t ever work together? You admitted it for yourself when you brought yourself to say the words. I’m not the girl for you and I only hurt you so if I’m such a crappy person then why won’t you just leave me alone? If you hate me so much, then why try to be around me all the time? Just go already.
a/n: wow my request box is overwhelming and quite frankly overflowing with love & requests and I want to take the time to say THANK YOU! lots of love 💐
tonight was the first pep rally back since summer vacation and lets just say i were very eager to be cheering again even if it was just a school scrimmage i walk up to my mirror and fixing my hair before applying another coat of mascara on my lashes.
a few knocks on the door break me out of my trance “come in” i yell spritzing myself with perfume. “they girls are waiting for you downstairs” i nod at my mother “okay ill be down in a second”
i grab my bag and follow my mother footsteps down the stairs and out the door “see ya later mum!” i yell out “goodluck baby” she yes back as i close the door.
“you ready?” betty asks tilting her head to the side her blonde hair swinging in its pony tail “i sure am wheres V?” i glance past her to see the raven haired girl standing at the bottom of my driveway.
the three of us set off to the school talking a little before veronica brings up your relationship with jughead. all your friends were placing bets on how long it took for you guys to finally kiss and confess your undying love for each other.
you’d know jughead for most of your life and yes maybe i did indeed have a crush on the beautiful brunette boy but he didn’t know that and thats how i planned to keep it.
“oh give it a rest, he doesn’t like me like that!” i defend myself annoyed.
“yeah funny thats exactly what he says” i roll my eyes growling loud “let me livvvveee” i groan crossing my arms across my chest.
“fine fine we’ll change the subject” it falls quite as the school comes into view “like how jughead is going to drool when he sees you on that cheer leading costume”.
“jeez V its a uniform! plus it won’t be the first time he’ll see me in it. he won’t care your reading way too much into it”
she shakes her finger in my face “or maybe your not looking in enough? do you notice that when your in your uniform he cant seem to look at your face? or that he can’t form a single sentence?”
the clogs start moving in my brain and i come to a sudden stop “oh my god- wait does juggie have a cheerleader kink?” i giggle walking with the two giddy girls into the locker room.
“well you wanna know how he really feels right?” v ask as i shove my gym bag into the locker “V i don’t want to mess what we have up okay?” she rolls her eyes closing my locker and standing infant of me.
“so not a single thread of you wants to be with him?” i huff i am the worst liar so i just fess up “yes okay yes but i don’t want to ruin anything okay!”
“i have an idea” she smiles wickedly “oh god what?”
veronica and betty hd proposed to me to test out the ‘cheerleader’ theory in order to figure out if the reunites feelings were platonic or not. i was nervous for the first time rushing out to the field and pumping up the school students and parents in the bleachers.
i spot jughead during our stretches, he was leaning against the side of the bleacher searching the crowd of vixens for someone, his eyes settle on mine and smile and i put my hand up waving smally before returning my attention to the squad.
“okay lets go vixens” cheryl yells getting us all onto our feet as we pump up the crowd for the football boys.
we grab our poms and rustling them together hanging and cheering as the break through the banner the red header archie leading the back i smile brightly at my best friend.
the boys settle down and dissipate going their separate ways before meeting back up for the big game. i take this as my opportunity to walk over to the beanie boy.
i move past the crowd and smile at the brunette boy as i work my way over he moves off the bleacher and works his way to the half fence before the field.
someone grabs my waist before i have the chance to walk over the tracks “well hello this miss (y/n) (y/l/n)” i roll my eyes placing my hands over my chest “reggie.”
“love to stay in chat but i got my important business to get to like clawing my eyes out” i go to push past him concern on jugheads face.
he grabs onto my waist and pulls me back “let me go reggie” i growl trying to get out of his iron grip, he doesn’t budge just smirks down at me
“i said-” i didn’t even get to finish my sentence before someone does it for me
“she said let go” i glance to see jughead looking as angry as ever “what are you her boyfriend?” he teases flicking something him to launch himself at reggie shoving his chest.
reggie tosses me aside and i stumble to get my feet.
“c’mon just having a little fun with the little princess, we have a little thing us bulldogs. how many vixens can we hook with at these things and well-”
he doesnt get to finish his sentence because jughead launches himself at the raven haired boy but he’s quick to retaliate throwing jughead on the ground and starting to throw punches to his face.
i run forward trying to pull the boys away from each other but i wasn’t strong enough i whirl around and everyone seems a bit curious in the events “arch!” i yell the red head sees his best friend in distress and rushes over healing reggie off.
i drop to the floor helping jughead sit up “oh my god jug-” i place my hand on his cheek and he winces slightly.
“I’m sorry” i tell him glancing at all he’s already bruising eye “its okay- i had to protect you” i giggle placing my hand on his thigh “thank you” i turn to see veronica and betty making gestures and i roll my eyes facing jughead
“whats got them all frazzled” he chuckles making me smiling stupidly “don’t hate me for this”
i lean forward and place a soft kiss on his split lip, he kisses back then pulls away wincing “okay ow!” he complains and i laugh before he faces turns serious “sorry” i giggle trying to keep a straight face.
“to be continued? when i can actually kiss you back when bloods not pouring from my lip?” i nod kisses his cheek and helping him to his feet
Characters: Jensen x Reader, OFC Emily, Jared, Misha, Matt, Danneel, mentions of the cast and cliff
Warnings: angst(duh), anxiety, some fluff(squint for it), SMUT (That’s right!), oral sex(female receiving), penetration(go easy on me I don’t know how to warn smut), cliffhanger, language, Jared being mean(squint again)
Word Count: 4754 (it totally got away from me, I’m sure the smut is like responsible for half of it)
A/n: So, sorry for the chapter being a few weeks late. I had a couple of writers block which sucked horribly. Moving on, this is my first time writing smut in my life so please be very very critical of it. I want to improve the best I can. If it sucked, be straight up and say, “girl it sucked.” If its good, let me know too! This was beta’d by my good friends @carryonmyswansong and @sis-tafics. If you’d like to be a tag, please send me an ask, it makes it easier for me to find your url. Also, requests are open. Please, by all means, send me in your aus and ideas and I’ll gladly work on them. Anyways, hope you guys like this chapter. Feedback is more than welcome!
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he lived in the big city near the piers and beaches
him and his father ran a flower shop in that city and jinyoung loved it
he loved having the big and busy city life but also being able to see the sea and his flower shop for relaxation
it was a nice balance
he loved his father deeply since they only had each other
so when he was brought to camp he was furious, he hated it
he wanted to go back to his comfortable home, plus his dad was alone when he wasn’t there
that’s how he got his cold image at camp half blood
he didn’t talk to many people, he never shared his life, heck people barely knew his last name
“bong jinyoung?? bing jingyoung” the hermes cabin would giggle
he was exactly what you expected, bad at almost everything
he couldn’t get up the lava wall, sucked at capture the flag, couldn’t carry a sword and slept through greek mythology, history and language
he was good at harvesting of course and had all the basic demeter children skills
one he didn’t reveal was that he could teleport (geeky i know)
he can think of any plant to swallow him up and take him somewhere else
he’s still working on the distance (which is why he hasn’t escaped and went home yet) but i mean he loves beating everyone to the showers
so one day he was assigned to fix up all the wall plants along the cabin and change the ones hanging on the porch
head counselor euiwoong was getting sick of him being lazy
as he was throwing out the vines, he didn’t pay attention to the people that were walking about
and you were a bit too engrossed in your book to pay attention to the ground
so guess who tripped over the vines?? you!
and he turns around, slightly annoyed cause whats the commotion but immediately feels guilty as he hears people laughing at you for tripping face first into the dirt road
he kneels down next to you a little bit of second hand embarrassment is seen on his face
“uh hey sorry, are you okay??” he’s kinda awkward cause he doesn’t really talk to people
“yea yea,” you get up and dust yourself and the book off “just try not to leave your vines off the main road yea?”
“okay” and he just returns to the plants on the cabin, leaving the vines on the ground
you raise a brow did this boy straight up ignore me?
and he isn’t he’s just being the normal demeter kid he is
as the stubborn athena child, you don’t accept just an “okay”, you march back up to him
“how dare you, can’t you see that you’re being an inconvenience to the rest of the campers?”
“no one is here?” he turns back at you and motions to the empty ground
“but yea, what if someone else comes by and trips like i did?”
“shouldn’t they be more careful? i mean you were the one reading and not paying attention to the road”
you kinda want to stab him at this point, but he really doesn’t give two flying fucks and goes back to wall vine set up thing
and you stomped off, a little angered
and the next time you guys meet, you guys were having sword training class and were assigned as each other’s partner
you being athena’s child were easily capable of adjusting to any sort of weapon whereas he wasn’t experienced much in sword fighting
so you easily have the tip of your blade at his chest plate in a few swings
he just rolls his eyes, admitting defeat and smacking his blade into yours to knock it off
“you should try to bend your knees in the first position in order to be more steady as you start” you smirked, remembering the time he tripped you at the cabins
this was payback
but he’s ignoring you he’s actually just spacing out honestly
and you’re like “uh hello are you paying attention??”
he shakes his head, snapping back to reality and you’re rolling your eyes
“cmon, the sword isn’t gonna strike without you”
and he’s back at it again,
with each defeat, he gets more and more stubborn
he isn’t frustrated, he’s much more patient then you expected
maybe it’s the way you’re shouting commands and tips at him with each battle
and he hates being told what to do
“normally people would’ve thrown their sword and spit curse words by now”
he just shrugs, panting and rolling into a ball to rest
“hey get up, spread your arms out to open your lungs to take in more air” you kick at his side
and he groans and gets back up
god you were such an annoying know it all athena kid
and through out this entire class he hasn’t even spoke a single word to you
every week you guys have this class together and it’s the same routine
and honestly he gets better but of course with new weapons means a fresh start
one time, you guys stayed after class was over just to keep sparring
at a tired moment, you both lied down on the grass, watching the clouds move
“you know, i really hate this place” he sighs, this being one of the only times he ever talked first
“what really? why?” you’re shook because you loved this place
“i like my home, i miss my home, my flower shop, my dad, the city, it’s just so empty”
“man, lucky you” you sighed “you have somewhere to go back to”
and now hes shook
you explained how your mom, athena, met your dad, a high rank military soldier at one of the bases
they fell in love of course but they only had each other, no other families within reach
so when your mom gave birth to you, she had no where to put you and your father refused adoption
at first, you mom had found a cousin of his, but they refused to raise you because you were too problematic
your mom had laid out many conditions and rules about you and they just couldn’t handle such responsibility
and her brother apollo already forsaw you’re future with them and lets just say its pretty dark
he would know i mean the dude is the sun god
“it must be nice huh? i don’t even know my dad, he doesn’t have time for me”
and it just clicked in his brain, he’s a brat
he couldn’t apprecirate what he already had
he still has his father, his home
and the next day you’ve never seen him so motivated during battle class
his sword swung so fast and you weren’t used to it
by the end of the first spar, you were panting
and you saw something you never thought you ever would
he was smirking
and you scoffed at his sudden confidence, unsure as to what sparked inside of him
dusting yourself off, you cleared your throat,
“you still need some work”
and you went back to sparring
you started to notice that he was smiling when you guys were getting ready for the next round
he would actually start conversations between battles and he was actually a pretty silly dude
he started finding motivation somehow, and it has something to do with you
at first he just wanted to defeat you and you’re know it all ass
but you started to realize that he’d always sit by you during the campfire (which he only recently started attending)
he also asked you about greek history and mythology
so you guys end up studying together as well
wow yall battlin with weapons and books
and you started getting sus
like is he into you ??????
but he really doesn’t show many signs otherwise
not much blushies or flusterness, just a lot of attachment
so maybe he just really saw you as a friend
did your heart just fall into your stomach ??
nO! cause you’re an athena kid ! you don’t fall for anyone psh !!!
aka you’re just repressing them feelings
too bad he actually likes you too
though he may be lookin like a blank rock
everytime you two are alone together (all the time) he’s gettin butterflies all over his stomach
like his tummy is a snowglobe of butterflies
and he thinks he’s sending signals by being with you and only you
but you’re a cold ice cube too so he doesn’t know how to approach this situation
and guys are just stuck
both too scared to say anything
and one time, jinyoung needs a break from all the book reading and wants to walk in the forest
you go with him reluctantly cause you love books
“god what a nerd”
“whatever flower boy”
and he’s walking ahead of you, blushing
why did that sound so cute to him? it just a simple name??
there’s a flower that you guys spot
and you’re like oh hey gardenias how pretty
“yea, you know they mean sweetness and purity?”
“no??? they mean secret love u idiot, some demeter child you are dafawk???”
and now he has his eyebrows raised
“my mom literally created the language of flowers, are you really gonna try arguing with me ??”
“books don’t lie sir”
and you both whip to look at each other
the eye contact is overwhelming, it’s lw hot, but also playful??? but you’re both ready to roast each other at the campfire
you guys can’t seem to form words with your thoughts though
you’re both kinda annoyed
not only with some tiny argument, but also those compressed feelings are rising
“why can’t you just admit things for once” he bursted before you could you first,
“you’re so stubborn for a boring demeter child”
“you’re the stubborn one”
“yea, but that’s expected of me”
“uuuUUuUUUuGGHhHHhHH yOU aRE sO aNno YinGGG, first, you have to lecture me nonstop, second you’re so self entitled, thirdly you such a annoying knowitall and lastly you’re still so vulnerable and I still have such a strong urge to care for you because you’re YOU. and i like YOU. oF ALL CAMPERS AND CHILD OF ALL THE GODS, YOU. sOME KNOWITALL ATHENA CHILD”
silence, silence so deadly that hades himself must’ve created it his face is as a red a tomato and all he can think about is running away and hiding underneath this sheets and screaming
and thats what happens suddenly he’s engulfed in a flower and sucked into the earth
for the first thirty seconds you’re speechless, unaware as to what just happened and then you scream
meanwhile, jinyoung sprouts out of a potted plant on his nightstand in his cabin he’s literally thrown out of the flower and rolls onto the floor, covered in petals
everyone is shook
“d-did y-you j-j-ju-just c-co-come ou-out of a fl-fLOWER???” euiwoong freaks out
and now everyone is screaming
“i-i can explain..” jinyoung is literally going to become a tomato
“but can someone go get y.n in the woods???????” he nervously chuckled
and the sound of your name gives him ptsd cause he literally just confessed to you
euiwoong takes you back to your dorm, you were no longer freaked at that point but just needed some serenity
euiwoong just explains that jinyoung can teleport through plants
“yea, no one has had that demeter power for a while, even we were shook"
you don’t ask to see him though, you just needed to recollect yourself
you couldn’t face him
you’re feelings were out of the roof now there’s no way you’d be able to look at him without getting nervous
and he’s curled up underneath his sheets, regretting everything he did that day
his siblings think hes untouchable now
like yo, he’s all mighty powerful and scary cold
now you guys are extremely awkward
he sees you run off to you siblings asap during weapons class
and he’s kinda hurt honestly
like you could’ve at least rejected him to his face, not full on ghost him
but at the same time he understood since he kinda abruptly said he like you, he probably surprised you
but he still couldn’t help but hear his heart cracking
and you’re not even trying to break his heart
you’re just too awkward, what an athena move
you can’t face you’re own feelings, and its okai, it’s hard i feel
everytime jinyoung walks past your face turns red
when his name is brought up you kinda steer out of the conversation
and the only reason why his name keeps being brought up is because you’re siblings know and looooooooove making fun of you
even you’re quiet brother minhyun finds it amusing
they’d always find any reason to say his name, anytime anywhere
“ooh the strawberries are blooming is jINYOUNG piCkING THEM???
him and minhyun end up sitting next to each other in mythology
“oh, you’re jinyoung huh???” he’s making the connections
“you know me?” the younger asked, very quietly
“how could i not, you’re the talk of the talk in the athena cabin” (old dad terms wtf minhyun)
“oh cause y.n basically rejected me” he sighs “i get it, what a joke, can’t believe i thought i even had a shot”
and minhyun blinks his eyes in confusion
“she rejected you??????????” he scrunches his eyebrows
“well no, she kinda just left me hanging and ignores me now, so i have to assume it’s a rejection”
and he laughs
and jinyoung has math equations all around his head (you kno the meme)
“you guys were made for each other oh my lordy” he covered his mouth with one hand and the other patting the smaller one’s back “send her some flowers or something, i’ll deliver them”
and thats how you find gardenias on your bed, with a small note
i see him have some pretty sloopy handwriting and you kinda smile at it
and you send one back with a simple note
and he’s squishy and grinning to himself
kicking his bed sheets in excitement, trying to refrain from jumping around
his siblings are so done with him
and so during breakfast the next morning, he swings an arm around you
“hey you” he grinned
“jinyoung?????” you look up at him surprised
the entire athena cabin is staring in amusement
and he’s immediately back to being flustered
“jihoon said i should be smooth to impress you” he confessed, taking his arm back
and you laugh and he ends up giggling with you
everything is back to normal
ya’ll are the very quiet camp couple
but you guys can get pretty wild together
at the fireworks, you guys were pretty chill
just on a towel watching the fireworks in each others arms, unbothered
and everyone is like ‘awwwweeeewwew cuuuute”
but one time you guys were alone, just having your own picnic at the edge of the forest
you two were nonstop laughing
he would continuously make dumb faces at you
and the more you smile, the more he would too
and it becomes a reoccurring routine
where guys just sit outside
whether it be studying, reading, growing flowers, trying his new recipe for brownies, or just laying in silence
you were reading a book once, and suddenly a small flower grows in between your eyes and the book
and it tickles your nose
and your scrunching your nose at jinyoung and you both giggle
he finds you so adorable during these peaceful times
very unlike your uptight athena side
he has a habit of playing with your fingers
like you’re both on your way to the mess hall and he has one of your hands in his two hands and he’s playing with your fingers
not even like intertwining them
just folding them, pressing at the pads of your fingertips and joints, drawing little pictures on your palms
and you help him open up and the demeter cabin sees it
they re-welcome him as an official sibling and are genuine friends/siblings
imagine him taking you back to his hometown
he tours you around the big city and you’re so fascinated by the buildings
but then he even takes you to piers and beach that are like a bus stop away
and you’re just in awe
“they’re right next to each other ???? buildings AND oceans ???”
he’s overjoyed to see you appreciate the scenic views that he too fell for too
and plus he fell for you too
as much his dad wants you two enjoy your little couple vacation
one day he needs to do a huge delivery so he asks jinyoung to watch the store
and you’re much more excited than he was expecting cause he was feelin sorry
“babe i’m sorry we ha-”
“omg we get to run the flower shop??!?!???!!?!” you’re squealing and he’s blinking his eyes in confusion
it’s really chill though
he mostly handles all the buisness stuff while you just finish up your book next to him
“jinyoung, i haven’t seen you in so long !” a longtime mom/costumer would greet him
and in that moment you were talking to her 5 year old son, teaching him the meaning of certain flowers which you had learned from him
and you and her son start giggling and you give him one the flowers, sliding it on top of his ear, and hoped that jinyoung wouldn’t mind
“awe, you’re girlfriend seems very sweet” she would compliment
“yea, she’s definitely a keeper” he would blush, smiling and looking down at the register
if anyone was curious, the city i was basing jinyoung’s hometown was san francisco, ca in the u.s, mainly downtown sf and the ferry building + piers :-))
and sorry i took so long, thnks 4 being patient w/ me !!!