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From Your One and Only - Bucky Barnes

request:  Hey doll! Since valentines Day is coming up could you do a love letter from Bucky to the reader??? Thanks ❤️❤️❤️ - @winters–doll

summary: The heart can only hold so much emotion before it breaks. Bucky decides he can’t hold his emotions in any longer and writes to you while he’s away on a mission. (really crappy summary, sorry!) 

characters: bucky barnes / reader 


To the one who holds my heart, I owe you this.

I’m in Albania right now, and I’m sorry that’s all I can tell you. I know you understand that I can’t say more, so I’ll just say that the snow is falling like it does at home. The windows are covered and the heater is jammed (just like at home haha). It’s freezing but don’t worry; we have other heat sources. I will not be cold, doll, I promise. We are all in tack, no one is injured or sick. I’ll be home in seven days, I can promise you that much right now. I wish I could say how much I miss you but we have a limited amount of paper supply and I’m already using up the last of Wanda’s journal paper to write to you.

       This letter will reach you on the 14th if all goes right. I will be home in seven days. I love you girl, I love you with all the fiber of my being. It’s been awhile, doll, and I can’t make up for those weeks you opened your mailbox to just be met with a black hole of nothingness. I hope, beg, pray, that you will forgive me. It just wasn’t safe… and to put you in peril, would destroy me more than being stabbed in the chest. You are my heart, my love. You are the drum that beats in my chest. My drum beats faster than the clock’s movements in seconds. It’s so hard to breathe normally when I watch you fall asleep on the couch or see you walk in the house after a day out in the city. It’s like the relief of seeing your eyes all shining and bright finally returns to my body, and I can relax. But the wind in my chest has caught itself in my throat. You make my breath disappear in my lungs when I can smell your shampoo right after your showers. The way you dance in the kitchen to different bands you’ve introduced me to as our years together have gone by. I love the way you have no worries on your face, but they lay right behind your eyes, so tightly sealed, darling. I can see the fear you try to hide when I have to leave for missions that sound probably sound like death sentences to you.

I can’t let my past define me, and you can’t let your fears define you. My past is my fear. 

        One day it comes back and I do something so regrettable and so unforgivable. It would kill me to see you leave in fear. In fear of me. Please know that these missions and these tests I have to do with Steve at Stark Tower; they are all for you. 

Because I want you, I want you forever. Because you are it. You are the one thing I ask for in this life I’ve been given a second chance at. 

You tell me in the mornings before you leave for work, in the middle of the day when I get to hear your voice through the phone, and then when you get home, how much you love me. And I can’t count a number of times we whisper it in each other’s ear, while we lay together in our bed. I can only ask you to love me for what I am.  I can’t change the past, and I can not predict the future for myself. I can only hope.

       You can never do anything that would make me love you any less. Because my love is finite for you, doll. It always has been, but like you’ve always said, men take longer to realize the truths about love and life. It took me only 70 years to finally realize that you will always be right. Because you always speak from your heart. It’s the one honest thing that the earth has ever created. 

The heart tells you what you believe in, what you want, what you love.

And I love you.

I’m scared, doll. I’m sorry to end on such a bad note, but I know you’ll want to know what I’m feeling. I’m scared right now, I’m terrified that I’ll be taken again, even though I fully aware that I have more strength than twenty of HYDRA’s men combined. It’s okay to be scared, though. Right? Even a super soldier can be scared. I may be scared but the knowledge that you are waiting in Brooklyn, with a cup of tea for me and cookies that I know you are making nonstop right now because the little fighter in your belly is kicking like mad.

     You’re so brave, sweetheart. So brave to let me love you. So brave to let your husband go off and fight the evil of the world, while you carry around the most precious thing in the world. I will be home. I’ll be home to be with you two after this. This is the last mission. I swear to you, when I come home, I will not leave our apartment. Just with the exception of getting food for us and diapers for the baby. 

We’ll live as one family. No craziness, no fighting, just peaceful love. 

I wish I could write more but it’s time to go and finish what we’ve started here.

With all my heart, I love you.

- Your James


a/n: I hope this was good for you, @winters–doll ! Remember, you can always message me if this wasn’t what you wished for and I can rearrange it or write another one :). I love you all so much, thank you for reading my stories! <3         - R .x

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SasuSaku Fest 2017
Day 4- Sasuke’s Regrets
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Title:
I Should’ve Killed You
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Summary: Sasuke’s rescue mission told from his point of view. They’re trapped in that sinful, life-saving embrace and all he could think of was how he regretted not killing that pink annoyance before.
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A/N: Okay, first of all, I HATED THIS THEME! I mean, Sasuke barely has any regrets in his life, right? AHH! How annoying! Well, apart from that, I also have to thank @ tanubhatnagar for sending me a request that actually matched the idea I had. It’s not long and it’s basically all about descriptions, but I’m quite happy with the way it turned out in the end! I literally slept with three manga volumes this night, and I’ve lost count of how many times I kept looking at those beautiful SasuSaku panels XD Thank you, @ tanubhatnagar , I hope you and everyone else enjoy what I did to your idea! Please, leave me a comment with your opinion! Feedback is always important!
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He knew he shouldn’t have done that.

He knew it, as soon as he laid his eyes on her, that he shouldn’t have done what he did. He shouldn’t have hoped, longed and certainly not struggled so hard to reach that closing opening created by Haruno Sakura’s absurd strength.

He shouldn’t have held her like that.

Blame the heat to which his body was exposed to just moments before, or even the sudden need to use his immature powers, but Uchiha Sasuke had done the one thing he could have never imagined doing during the war. He had his hand resting against the exposed skin of her arm, her body pressed against his chest and he could feel his fingers grazing a rough, wet bruise that he soon realized to be a scald.

Her perfectly pale skin was entirely ripped, as it burned red against his palm. His touch was probably stinging like hell, but in the state she was currently found, the Uchiha doubted she could even feel her arm at all. Whatever had happened to her during the time he was away, he could see her body and easily tell that she had gone through hell, barely coming out alive from it.

Sakura was sweating more than he was, as her pink hair was sticking to her head, only the end of her locks blowing with a passing breeze that hit their bodies. She was clearly defeated and vulnerable, as her entire weight was released on his chest. That girl couldn’t take a single step by herself without him, and the reason behind that was clearly the fact that she had depleted her chakra levels in order to bring him back.

He owed her a lot at that moment, and yet, he regretted being there by her side, holding her up.

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I Know I Shouldn't (Part 3)

Loki x OC

Warnings: language, violence, mild romance 

A/N: I am including characters from actual Norse mythology, as well as from the movie franchize. There might be some spoilers, I’m not writing this with any specific time line in mind.


I hurt.

I hurt, but not like before.

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Our Brooklyn Promenades (Part 10)

Summary: Ehhhh, Steve returns an oral favor. He’s nice like that.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2947

Warnings: my alter-ego (who am I kidding - my inner me) came out, so expect explicit 18+ smut. Like…. really explicit. I’m scandalized by how explicit it is at times. And swearing. There’s usually swearing.

A/N: God, I hope this shows up in the tags. I wish you a safe journey. Read Part 9 or check out the Masterlist for more.

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

Chapter 10: His Humble Abode II

The coolness that the evening brought with it had ensured that Steve, Sam, Natasha and [Y/N] remained out on Steve’s balcony all night long. Even when the ballgame was on, the one Steve had invited everyone to, he had merely switched on the flatscreen in his living room with the volume turned up, so they could look at the screen through the glass sliding door or listen to the commentary. It had been a slow and relaxing evening, and after all the eating and drinking you would imagine that [Y/N] was stuffed, but even now she was hungry for something more, thirsty for something else.

After Steve wished his friends a good night’s rest, he and [Y/N] quietly tidied up the balcony and his kitchen. She put the leftovers that Sam and Natasha did not take home in the refrigerator, and put the dirty dishes in his dishwasher while he cleaned the tables and kitchen counter, and threw small items in a big trash bag, which he closed off and put away. We work well together. She could not help but smile at the comforting thought.

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Issac Lahey |Well, ok mr Crying Wolf.

Count of words: 841

Warnings: none really

A/N: This was actually very rushed because I wanted to posted yesterday but I didn’t find enough time and now I’m sick as hell but I tried so I hope you like it.

Requested?: Yes

jazmintaylor337  asked:

Can you please do an imagine when Issac cries cause he thought you died but you didn’t and make it reeeeeally fluffy

Author: Katerina ( @littlealphawolf )

It was a tough fight. I thought it would be easier but it wasn’t. I didn’t realise this untill I saw them trying to kill Issac. Whenever anyone even tries to hurt him a flip inside me switches and I forget I am human. That happened that night too.

We were all prepeared to fight. Isaac, my boyfriend of 4 years, insisted I would stay back home, “just to be safe”. He always likes to be protective over me but I am so subborn he can never persuade me into doing what he says if I don’t want to. So here we were. Inside an abadoned mall. For one more time we were ready to fight with the alphas but it seemed as they were stronger tonight. We were fighting and fighting, all with this flame to survive and save each other rising higher by the moment. Suddenly I turn around and Issac is looking at me when I see the twins ready to claw him. I immediately pushed him out of the way. He didn’t have enough time to react and neither did I. They clawd me insted. My body falling, lifless now, on the ground. I could here Isaac calling my name and screaming but it all fainted after a second.

I woke up in a strange but familiar place. Called metal was touching my, now, warm skin creating goosebumps all oven my naked body. It was a no brainer that I was in the mortuary. I was in one of those drawers they put the corpses in. But even if everyone, including myself, thought I was one, I was not. I slowly opened the little metal door revealing the empty and defenitely creepy room. The lights were almost none existant. My head was spinning but after finally getting out of my supposed deathbed I managed to reach my personal belogings that were sitting in a box next to the metal table in the middle of the room.

“Y/N?” Melissa said confused. “Ye-yes…” I answered hesitant. “Yo-you were dead. I examined the corpse my self. Killed from a severe loss of blood after an animal attack.” She said avoiding to say the word ‘wolf’ or ‘alpha’. “Well it was an alpha that did it. I once heard Scott say that even if you get clawd from an alpha you can be turned into something. Unknown but it is something.” I said trying to keep my voice from breaking. “Oh my! Y/N wait for me.. I’m coming.” She said and hang the phone. While waiting for Melissa I threw the sheet ,that was laid overme before, around my body covering anything I could.. Not much later Melissa walked into the mortuary with a pair of clean clothes and underwear. “Here, wear these.” She said while walking up to me and engulfing me in her arms. “Don’t ever do this again.” She said and walked outside waiting for me to get dressed.

“So, what do I do know?” I asked her while we were walking out of the building. “You go see Isac. Here, take my car, drive to my house and please stop his crying. It is heart breaking and annoying.” She said throwing me her keys and hugging me once again. “Just go!” She said and I did as told.

The drive to the McCall house was painfully long. I couldn’t believe Issac was so devastated. When I finally reached my destination I finally opened the door and walked into the seemingly empty house as quite as possible. I could hear soft sniffles from up stairs, slowly turning to sobs. So, I took a deep breath and slowly made my way up stairs where Issac was staying. “I told you I’m alright Scott,” Isaac said as I opened the door to his room. “Not Scott, but you don’t look alright, love.” I said taking a step further into the room. Issac’s eyes widened as he turned around looking at me. “What’s the matter, love? Seen a ghost?” I joked trying to make him relax a bit. “Not the time for these jokes Y/N!” He said running up to my hugging me as if I would disappear. “You are here. I can feel you. You are not in my mind!” He said softly, tears running down his face and warming up my exposed skin. “Well last time I checked, too, I was alive.” I said being my sarcastic self. “Oh stop it.” He said irritated kissing me passionately. “You were killed by the twins trying to save me. You were like this for over a month and I was here  crying my eye balls out becase of it. Don’t joke with me about it princess.” He said looking at me in the eyes. “Well ok, mr Crying Wolf. Can we atleast watch a movie and cuddle?” I said hugging him tight. “That all I ever wanted.” He said kissing the top of my head and falling on top of his bed with me in my eyes, finally a smile plastered across his face.

Maiko, Zutara, and Conflict

Conflict is a necessary part of life. It exists as a reality of any relationship, and is not necessarily bad when handled correctly. In fact, a relationship with no apparent conflict may be unhealthier than one with frequent conflict.

Conflicts are critical events that can weaken or strengthen a relationship. 

They can be productive, creating deeper understanding, closeness and respect…

…or they can be destructive, causing resentment, hostility and divorce.

How the conflicts get resolved, not how many occur, is the critical factor in determining whether a relationship will be healthy or unhealthy, mutually satisfying or unsatisfying, friendly or unfriendly, deep or shallow, intimate or cold.

When considering two relationships surrounding Zuko in A:TLA, it’s important to consider how conflict is approached and the resulting resolution in Zuko’s relationships and the stark difference between Zuko and Katara’s conflict and Zuko and Mai’s conflict.

For the purpose of keeping this succinct, I’m going to discuss the conflict in The Beach and The Old Masters, delving into how Katara and Mai approach a distraught Zuko and address what’s troubling him. If you have an interest in learning about prior conflicts, or my thoughts on Maiko in general, please consult the following links:

Moving forward, The Beach presents us with an jealous, antagonistic version of Zuko, whose insecurities are largely fueled by his internal battle, and an equally irate and antagonistic Mai. It seems that time spent together on Ember Island, meant to be a relaxing get away, would be the perfect time for the pair to discuss the many pitfalls of their relationship. Instead, any interaction between them turns into a confrontation carrying an accusatory tone.

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Forever Yours - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by emobananas

Anonymous asked: “Can you please please do an imagine where Y/N and Andy B. are dating an he finds out she self harms and almost commited suicide while he was on tour?”

Word Count: 1,174 | Warnings: Trigger warning?

I waited patiently at the airport for one particular figure to show up. He should be here any minute, I thought to myself, glancing occasionally at my watch. Thinking of him, I smiled to myself. How I got so lucky to have a man like him, I do not know. All I know is that I’m more than thankful of having found such a lovely person who loves and cares for me, who never fails to give me stomach butterflies, who can magically transform my storms into rainbows.

“Boo.”

I jolted awake from my daydream and saw the face of Andy, smiling down at me. I was too busy thinking about him I didn’t realize he was already here. I let out an excited screech and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Tears nearly streamed down my cheeks since I was just so happy to meet him. He just finished his Europe tour and I thought it’s about time; our apartment is really getting lonely without him around.

“How’s my baby been?” Andy looked down upon me whilst stroking my hair.

“Terrible. I’ve missed you so much it kills me,” I said as I nuzzled his chest. He had no idea how I long to be in his comforting presence; to indulge his sweet scent and to feel him on my skin.

“I’ve missed you so much too,” he pulled off and gave me a long, warm kiss. After what feels like forever, we broke the kiss and he said, “C’mon let’s get home.”

When we reached home, he immediately dropped his luggage and picked me up. “Oh, how I miss being home with my favorite person in the world,” he sang as he spun me around, making me giggle. He’s such a dork I love him. When he put me down, I pulled him to me to give him another kiss. It’s so good to have him home again, and getting to kiss him whenever I want to.

“Why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare us dinner?” I spoke softly, our faces only an inch from each other. He nodded, and then placed a little peck on my nose.

I went to the kitchen to get cooking and he went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. What I have completely forgotten about was a razor blade that I had left sitting on the sink, on its sharp end was a crimson-tainted liquid. Once Andy took notice of it, he immediately stormed right out the bathroom.

I stopped from cutting some vegetables when I saw him come to me. “Hey babe, what’s—“

My sentence was abruptly cut off when Andy grabbed my left arm and yanked the sleeve upwards, revealing a line of fresh, new scars. I stood frozen, unable to speak whilst he examined each and every one of the slits upon my arm. He then lifted his head to look at me; his eyes a mixture of confusion, disappointment, slight anger and sadness. I opened my mouth to try and say something but the words seemed to have stuck on my throat. Tears started welling up in my eyes and before I could cry, Andy pulled me into a massive hug. I started to cry aloud but Andy didn’t try to silence me; instead he hugged me tighter, gently stroking my back, allowing me to cry as much as I needed into his shirt. He didn’t say anything at all, he just wrapped me firmly in his arms whilst I cry a river. Once my tears have subsided and my cries turned to sobs, he sat us down on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” He began, his voice so smooth and soothing like an angel. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Ever since I laid eyes upon you I can’t seem to take them off, and once I got to know you I know that all I want is to have you as mine. Now that I do, I will never waste this precious opportunity and I will treasure you and treat you as my queen. It is my job to always make you feel happy, safe and contented. Seeing this,” he gestured at my scars, “I feel like I have failed to do my job. What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He waited patiently until I was actually able to speak. “I… I just feel really sad sometimes… I feel like I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough for anyone,” I sobbed, “I really needed you to comfort me as usual but you were so far away and I’m not strong enough on my own. I like to think that I am but I’m not.” My head dropped as I was trying hard to prevent myself from crying again. Andy put two fingers beneath my chin to lift my head up.

“What else have you done while I’m gone, babe?” he stared deep into my eyes so tenderly, assuring me that everything is going to be fine, that he is not going to be mad at me for what I’ve done.

“I just… got to my old habit of cutting,” I told him. There was a short pause before I continued, “I… also tried to… kill myself… by drinking bleach.” I wasn’t going to tell him this, but I thought it’s only fair that he knows. Upon hearing this Andy pulled me into another hug again and I just lost it; tears started streaming down my cheeks again, followed with agitated sobs. He planted multiple kisses on my forehead and then lifted my arm to put kisses onto my scars as well. He then pressed his lips onto my forehead once more before wrapping me in his arms again.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry…. I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I’m sorry I had to be away when you were in your hard times… I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when you needed me the most.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said inbetween sobs, “It’s mine, Andy.”

“Sshh,” he silenced me, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “From now on, every time you feel like you need to go for the blade, think of me. Every scar you create on yourself, will appear on me too. Every time you slit your wrist, you slit mine too. When you hurt, I hurt, (Y/N). I want you to remember that. You’re far too precious to do this to yourself. Please baby, please stop hurting yourself. I love you so much I can’t live with myself if I let you get hurt. I’m always here baby, I’ll always be here for you.”

My sobs started to soften and my breathing started to relax, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he said and kissed the top of my head, “Can you promise me that this won’t happen again?”

I paused for a while and nodded, “I promise. As long as I have you.”

“I’m forever yours, baby. I’ll never leave.”

(I gotta say that I feel like this is one of the best imagines I’ve ever written! I’m starting to put more details into my stories to give it more feels ya know :p I’ve been learning a lot by reading other people’s fanfics and realize I have a lot to catch up. Anyways, let me know what you think!)

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Citizen’s Soldier - Sam x Reader AU

A/N Note: Finally back! I feel like this part is a bit lacking compared to the last two, but it’ll pick up a little more the next part. Feedback as always is GREATLY appreciated. Love y'all, and hope you all enjoy!

Previously: One | Two

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Warnings: Eventual smut. Amputated (healed) limb description. Mild victim blaming (don’t know what else to call it). Still pretty mixed up Sam characterization. VERY sparse editing. I believe that is all!

Word Count: Roughly 4200

Your head was throbbing when the alarm pulled you out of the comfortable blackness that had enveloped your mind. You might have fallen back asleep if it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t shut it off, but someone else. And a deep groan sounded from beside you afterwards. A masculine noise that bordered on inhuman. As if they were in serious pain.

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Sell me in the storm

This was requested by a little fairy!

#1 and #16 (Where did you go? // No realm will ever keep me away from you). I’m sorry it took so long to post this online, but school got in the way at some point and I found myself studying Kant’s theories in, like, three days, and that was not fun. However, now I’m back, and I really hope you like this (it’s pretty long, too). Please let me know if you liked it, because I light up everytime there’s a messange in my inbox! (ps: I hope there isn’t any mistake; if you find any, please let me know because it really annoys me when that happens!)

Words count: 2886

The sunset on Neverland was something you’d never get accustomed to, even after all the days you had spent on the island. Right before the sun disappeared in the sea, the sky reflected a beautiful light; it was pink, orange and red all drawn up together with the deep blue of the sea, warm crashing into cold, antithesis mixing to create something astonishing. You and Peter used to sit on the beach and watch as the sun said goodbye; Peter always told him a story before he went to sleep. It made him feel better, because setting meant never seeing his love, the moon. What made those moments so beautiful, though, was probably Peter’s presence. It was the only time of the day in which you two did not argue or play horrible jokes on each other. You see, you and Peter were in love with each other; you had been since the very beginning. When you arrived on the island, everybody made fun of you because you were a girl. Peter used to play all these evil tricks on you, just to see when you would break and surrender to him. You never did, though. Day by day, you became stronger, more powerful than the ordinary lost boys, and you were almost as clever as Peter was. This quality was what made him break, instead; one day, as you killed another pirate without even looking back and smiled triumphantly, drawing back your bloody sword, he realized just how much you were worth and how much he was attracted by you. Things had changed then; it took you a long time to accept the fact that you could actually be a couple. Each of you knew exactly how selfish and bad the other could be, but somehow it worked. Somehow, you loved him as much as he loved you; gradually, his presence had become essential to your happiness, and so did yours to him. That was something you would never admit; Felix liked to say it aloud just to piss you off and he always made all the boys laugh, too.

Your little happy paradise was not perfect; it was actually more similar to hell, since there were sparks of danger around every corner, and no one was safe. It was home, though; for each of you, it had felt more like a home than any place in the universe. This small cosmos was broken by the arrival of Henry on the island. He was a smart boy, of course, and he had the heart of the True Believer. However, you secretly were not so sure of Pan’s plan. The boy had parents who actually cared for him, and powerful, magic relatives; they could easily find a way to get him back, especially with Hook’s help.

“Are you sure of what we’re doing?” you asked him one night. Henry was sleeping on the ground of the camps, while you two sad on a high branch just above him. He had his arms around your waist, and your back was relaxed against his toned body. His whisper made you shiver slightly. “Don’t you trust me, love?”

“I never trust you, stop asking stupid questions”. He chuckled, pressing a small kiss behind your ear.

“I am not scared of a pirate who lost his wit and cleverness in favour of worshipping a stupid woman that doesn’t want to accept she actually has magic. They’re weak at heart.” His words rumbled through your body, making you feel warm. You did not think the same, though. “What about Rumple, Peter?”

You felt his body tense for the shortest moment, and you loved that: breaking his wall (or at least cracking it slightly) always made you feel in power. “What about him, y/n?”

“You know he’s powerful,” you said, “and you know he is sly. He won’t give up that easily”. Peter sighed. “That is something I can manage, love. Especially with your help.”

You frowned, sitting up straight and looking him in the eyes. “What do you mean, Peter?” You knew you sounded really weak, and suspicious. You were almost getting around the whole I’m-a-cold-heartless-bitch façade. His eyes were shining, and they held that strange light that always meant trouble. Before you could proceed with your questions, he disappeared, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You climbed down the tree and walked aimlessly around the camp, sometimes eying Henry, sometimes wishing you could talk to the stars like Peter could. You bet they held the secrets of the universe, but Peter had told you they were very jealous of what they knew. Stupid stars and stupid disappearing Peter Pan.

Just as you were heading to your treehouse (and Pan’s, as well), the green-clothed boy reappeared, holding a small box that emitted a faint light in his hands. He came very close to you, and you looked up to him: he was so tall, and the height difference between the two of you was almost unnerving. You felt small, and in danger; he still had that sparkle in his eyes, like something was about to explode right in his mind.

“May I ask where did you go exactly, Peter?” He didn’t answer immediately. For the shortest moment, he just stared straight at you, sadness filling his green irises. But just as fast as it came, it was gone, and the regular cocky look reappeared on his face. He kissed you, merely a peck on your lips, but indulged there for a second. Then he parted from you, stepping away subtly.

“I’m sorry, love. I am so, so sorry about this” he said. His tone, though, didn’t seem to drip the slightest emotion. He held the box in front of your face, light against your confused expression, and murmured something. You felt yourself fading away slowly, like every atom of your body was being changed into pure particles of light. He was trapping you. “Peter” you heard your shaking voice say from the nothing you were becoming. “Peter, what is going on?”

“I am sorry. I love you” he half-whispered, as if he didn’t want you to catch it. The box took you in completely, and you disappeared from the thin air; the box was now glowing purple and blue, just like your soul. All the noise had made Henry wake up; he was looking at Pan, who had a suffering expression as he stared down at the little object and tormented his upper lip.

“What did you do?” Henry asked in disbelief, as if hearing Peter Pan, the most evil lost boy of all time, saying “I love you” to someone was the strangest thing he had ever witnessed. Pan’s expression only helped Henry’s astonishment. “Why did you put her inside that thing?”

Peter straightened up his shoulders, lifted his right eyebrow like he always did when he built up his walls and looked in the general direction of Henry (never meeting his eyes). “Let’s just say that I found a way to have what I want.”

“Wasn’t she something you wanted, though?” Meet Henry, the boy without any fear of saying the truth, always. Pan sighed. “You wouldn’t understand, kid. She would. I have made a pact with your mother and Rumple; they are going to use all their magic to create a heart just like yours, and then you will be free to go home, if you want.” Peter still knew how to push people’s buttons: he was aware of Henry’s disappointment in his family, who did not manage to save him properly and had to make a bargain instead.

“I do want to go home. How is she involved in any of this?”

Peter stared at the boy angrily. “Why do you care so much?” he asked aggressively. His voice had a jealous hint, hidden behind Peter’s cocky attitude.

“She was kind to me. And you don’t seem to care enough, anyway” Henry answered. That made Peter growl and step away; he could not hurt the boy, even if he showed an unbelievable stupidity.

“She is the price for your freedom, and my heart. Now shut up, Henry, if you want to see your parents again.” Peter lifted himself in the air, clutching the little box; his knuckles were white. “I am going to your friends. They will find you here, so don’t move,” he half-shouted to Henry. “Oh, and one last thing: don’t you dare say again that I don’t care. She is the only one I’ve ever cared about.”

“You mean, beside yourself?” Henry spat back, as he stepped on a huge rock to make himself clearer. Peter flew away, and pretended not to hear.

Being trapped inside a box in the form of light had its perks. You couldn’t sense what was going on outside, but you had begun to understand who was talking, and where you were going: you were in Rumple’s pocket, and those outside were creating a portal to go back to a place called Storybrooke.

You heard Henry’s voice saying “Hey, where is y/n?” Rumple fumbled with the box in his coat and made sure it was still there; it was like living during an earthquake.

“She’s safe, for now” the man answered. “But what are you going to do with her?”

Henry was a precious boy. Peter may had been hostile towards him, but you had immediately understood that he was kind, and caring with those who deserved it. You didn’t want to think about Peter; you were perfectly aware of why he had sacrificed you, and were not surprised in the slightest: you probably would have done the same thing. Still, it hurt to think that he had given your love up so easily. You kept reliving the scene, the look on his face when he was about to trap you, the broken voice he had tried to hide.

“We are not sure,” another voice said. A woman, not very old from what it sounded. “She is a prisoner for now, but if she gets over it, she can live with us. Have a normal life”.

Rumple laughed. “She is just as bad as Pan is, Snow White. I doubt she’ll give up on going back very soon.”

Henry sighed. “She has been very gentle with me. Let me talk to her when we get home”.

“We’ll see about that, Henry. You should rest now” another woman said. You imagined closing your eyes to rest, as well. The light outside the box flagged, and then faded completely.

When they got you out of the box, you found yourself in a cosy room. They told you to sit on a chair while they were all standing up, probably to look more frightening. They just looked ridiculous.

A woman with brown hair and an obnoxious red lipstick glared at you. “Now, princess, let’s have a little talk.”

You rolled your eyes. “You do know that I am not scared in the slightest right now, don’t you?”

“Oh, you will be, if you keep up with that attitude of yours!” Henry stepped into the room before she could say anything else, and stared at the adults. “What is going on here?”

Hook’s girlfriend (or whatever) hastened towards Henry, with worry in her eyes. “Henry, you should be in your room, resting!” The boy shook his head, and then pointed at you. “What are you doing to her? I thought you said I could have talked to her!”

Hook, who got very little patience, “Listen up, kiddo,” said, “this is not stuff made for a child’s ears. Just go do whatever you have to do and leave the adults alone!” You laughed and the room fell silent. Henry walked closer to you, placing his hands on the seatback of your chair and looking down at you. “Are you okay?”

You raised your head and smiled at the boy. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. Worry about them, instead!”

Henry frowned deeply and looked at the others. “Should I?”

“They might think Peter doesn’t care about me because he sold me to them, but they don’t know how things on Neverland work. They don’t I’m as wicked as he is, for example. And they certainly don’t know that he won’t allow me to stay away from home much longer.”

One of Henry’s moms, the one with black hair and red lipstick, rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, ropes were around you, holding you back on the chair, and burning faintly where they touched your skin. “Mom!” Henry shouted. “This is so unnecessary, please!”

The woman did not spare him a look. It was what annoyed you the most about adults: they all thought they knew what they were doing.

“It seems you’re both not as smart as you think, princess. If you were, you’d know by now that we worked hard to create the perfect deceit. We gave him a fake heart, and he gladly accepted it. You were sold for something that doesn’t even work! How does that make you feel, sweetheart?”

You heart was throbbing, heavy with the thought of Peter’s betrayal (“Don’t tell me you believed we could be together forever!” his voice said in your head), and you were about to shut your eyes close when you caught a glimpse of green at the window. He was there. You could almost feel him outside the window, and even if you didn’t understand, you were glad he was there. You immediately felt safer.

“It means nothing to me, grandma” you spat back at the woman. The one with short hair and round, rosy cheeks stepped in for the first time. “That’s enough, Regina. She won’t be kind to us if we are not kind to her. Henry is right! She’s only acting like this because you pushed her around.”

The one called Regina was about to reply, rather harshly from what it seemed, but Henry spoke first. “Why don’t you all leave for now? We need to think this over, don’t we?”

All the adults looked at each other, but you were staring at the window, tuning them out. Nobody was outside, or so it seemed; you were fairly sure about Peter’s presence, though. The last one to leave was Henry, who squeeze your shoulders and assured: “I’m going to talk to them, don’t worry”. You nodded and smiled at him until he disappeared and closed the door. You sighed and blew on the ropes, which immediately loosened (the perks of being Peter Pan’s favourite). Rushing to the window, you opened it with a determined move. The cold air hit your face and then something else, much warmer and softer, touched your lips. Peter, of course. You kissed him fervently, hands on the windowsill and body hunched forwards the boy. He was flying, and holding your face in his hands as your tongues danced and told each other a million silent words that you had never been able to say aloud. “You’re here,” you whispered as you both parted, lips chapped and red. He smiled, and it was real: not a smirk, not a sly expression, but a real, genuine smile.

“Of course I’m here, darling. No realm will ever keep me away from you.”

“They tricked you, those stupid heroes. They got you a fake heart, didn’t they?” You were half-amused by the incident, and it was always fun to push Peter’s buttons. He shook his head, hair falling over his eyes. You combed your fingers through his bangs to pull them away from his face: his look was cheerful, but it held danger as well. He was not happy about the trick.

“Indeed. But we’re going to make them pay for it. And it’ll be so much worse than they expect. They tried to take you away from me. I can’t let them off, and I won’t” he said with a dark voice. You bit you lip and looked at him straight in the eyes. “You let that happen, though, didn’t you?”

He gulped, sudden guilt filling his eyes. “I’m truly sorry about that, love. I was blinded by my own desire to survive. I know you understand why I did it, and I’m positive you would have done something similar, but I promise to treasure you better in the future. I care about you, y/n. I’m just really bad at showing it”.

Your heart filled with warmth and love for the green-eyed boy who stood in front of you. You extended your right hand and he took it, kissing your palm. “Shall we go home?” you said brightly. He nodded, and stared for a moment at the closed door behind you. “Someone’s coming.”

“Don’t worry about that now, Peter. They will pay for this. And we’ll find a way to save your life. I love you. Trust me on this one.”

As you raised from the ground and levitated outside the window, he got very close and place a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too, my little lost girl. I’m so glad I got you back.”

You flew away hand in hand, just as Henry opened the door again. You left a silent promise in that room; it lingered in the air and reached every person that ran into the room: it was not over.


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❄December 24th (m)❄

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone!!! I don’t know whether you celebrate it today or tomorrow or if you do at all, but I wish you all a great time and hope you are all happy! I didn’t proof read this because I didn’t have much time, but I hope you like my present for y’all! x

words: 2.3k

warning: smut

summary: Christmas shopping with Kookie, car sex

MASTERLIST      /      JUNGKOOK CHRISTMAS SERIES


I was trying to find the second arm’s hole in my jacket as mine and Jungkook’s puppy ran around me in endless circles, his small tail wiggling in excitement and his little paws creating a cute tapping sound on the floor. Jungkook was standing across from me, looking at our calender, where he had crossed out today’s date.

“Can you believe Christmas came so quickly?” he questioned, his eyes diverting their attention to Kako, who was now encircling Jungkook as he put on his own winter jacket, followed by a beanie.

“I’m sorry, buddy. You’re not coming today,” he spoke, bending down to pet the little dog, which only seemed to increase his excitement. “Taehyung will pick you up later and take you for a walk. Until then, be a good boy, okay?”

Kako still didn’t quite understand what Jungkook was telling him, as I already reached for the doorknob.

“Wait, your scarf!” Jungkook exclaimed, grabbing the soft clothing from the wardrobe. As I spun around he threw it in a loop over my head and pulled at the ends, making me close the space between us.

“You’re so cheesy,” I chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine. His brown eyes were sparkling, as always when he looked deeply into my own ones, and he grinned cutely.

“You love it,” he mumbled before he placed a kiss on my lips, giving me no time to respond, but I didn’t mind. He tasted of coffee and cookies and the smell of his own scent in my nose made me feel safe and happy. It was the day where we would have over some friends and celebrate Christmas together, however we hadn’t had nearly enough food in the house yet. It was only the morning, and we would go to the nearest mall to do some last minute Christmas shopping and to buy food. After we both had said our goodbyes to Kako, we got into the car and made our way there.

Christmas songs were blasting on the radio and before I knew it, our voices had drawn out the singers on the radio and we were putting maybe a little too many of our emotions into singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’. It was snowing a little, adding to the already with snow covered fields all around us. If anyone hadn’t been in the Christmas spirit already, this would’ve been all it took. I felt a little like I was going to be hoarse by the time we had arrived, but I couldn’t stop giggling whenever Jungkook would begin singing again, even after we had entered the mall. We decided to put the food shopping first, but after that was done, we started browsing the shops. Even though it was already Christmas, countless people were on the go, collecting last bits and pieces and filling up the many shops, all decorated and full of Christmas products. While I was seriously debating on whether to get Namjoon a phone case with the Guadetama egg on it, Jungkook only seemed to constantly be up to mischief. It started with him suggesting to buy a Christmas sweater for Yoongi, and no, not just any. It was red, had a weird pattern on it, in the middle was a sloth with a Santa hat and it was easily the most hideous Christmas jumper I had ever laid eyes on.

“He won’t even wear it!” I argued. “What if he does? It resembles him, doesn’t it?”

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fight that point. Secondly, he arrived with another piece of clothing in front of me. It wasn’t for humans though.

“Don’t you remember what Kako did the last time you put a costume on him?” “He got used to it after a while!” “What the hell even is that?” “It’s an elf, obviously! He’d look so cute, don’t you think?”

Of course he would look cute, I thought to myself. When he showed me the next item I lost it completely.

“A dog? With a human body?” “It’s a bauble!” “Who would possibly hang that on their tree? No wonder it’s left here until now” “Taehyung loves dogs, doesn’t he?”

And yes, Taehyung does love dogs. So guess who waited in line to buy the ugliest sweater in the universe, a creepy elf costume for dogs and an incredibly obnoxious bauble. But as long as Jungkook was happy, I was happy. At least that’s what I told myself. Until we passed the section of light up decoration on our way to the exit of the shop.

“No, Jungkook! We’re not buying a three meter light up Santa!” “It says 'Perfect for your front yard’!” “Jungkook, we don’t even have a front yard.”

And just like that we made our way to the car. The car park was still fairly full when we got into the vehicle. I rubbed my hands together, trying to create warmth as Jungkook started the engine, commencing our way to the last stop of today, a supermarket where I had hoped to buy the last few pieces of food. But on our 15 minute ride there, the snowfall suddenly intensified rather quickly. By the time we got to the parking lot, which was almost empty, it was difficult to see anything further away than 5 meters. It had gotten foggy and the wind had seemed to pick up as well. The news lady on the radio explained. A snow storm was passing our city, it wouldn’t last long, but people were advised to stay at home or drive carefully. Additionally, the weather had already created a massive traffic jam in the city. When she announced the highway with the longest traffic jam, I sighed. It was the one we had to take.

“Guess we won’t be getting home that soon,” Jungkook complained, looking disappointed. “It’ll be fine, she said it was clearing soon, let’s just wait it out,” I suggested, turning on the radio. A second later he reached for the button, turning it off again, looking like an annoyed 6-year-old.

“Don’t be in such a bad mood, Kookie,” I sang, leaning onto his shoulder and smiling.

“I’ll be cold and I hate waiting,” he mumbled, but smiled weakly when I kissed his cheek sweetly.

“Today’s your lucky day,” I spoke, “I can solve both of your problems in one.”

In interest, he eyed my face for any hints, but I just smiled, reaching for his collar and pulling him close until our lips crashed onto each other, molding together instantly. I felt him relax under my actions, happily accepting my idea. His hands became hungry by the passing seconds, hastily unzipping my jacket as I was doing the same to him. That was one of the few annoying things about winter. Too many layers of clothes. One after one, we peeled them off each other, his lips barely leaving mine during the process. Until my bra finally came off and we decided to climb onto the backseat, needing more space. His teeth nibbled on the flesh around my nipples, purposely leaving out my most sensitive spots, yearning to make me whimper in frustration. He had been in a playful mood all day, and it seemed as if it wasn’t going to change any time soon. My back arched against the backseat as his hips ground into mine roughly, my crotch only separated by our underwear from his member, but I could feel how hard he already was. My hands tangled in his locks, not wanting him to lift his head from my chest. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer until his member brushed against my center again. He couldn’t hold back a small groan from escaping his lips, his breath feeling hot against my neck, where he was currently leaving marks that would be hard to cover the next days. Jungkook’s lips began wandering lower again, this time sucking on my nipples for a few seconds until I moaned a little, begging him to do more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke against my skin, his soft lips making their way down my belly. I noticed how he was crouching uncomfortably due to the lack of space, so I lifted my weight up onto my forearms, allowing me to lock eyes with the way he licked his pink lips. Whimpering his name, I urged him to go ahead, but he just smiled cheekily and linked his fingers with the fabric of my underwear, pulling it down my legs agonizingly slowly. I took in all of his actions as he teasingly kissed the inside of my thighs, my center burning with anticipation by then. When I finally felt his breath ghost over my wetness I sighed, and a second later he darted his tongue out, licking a stripe over my folds and groaning slightly when he realized how needy I was for him. Then he suddenly stopped wasting time as he brought his mouth closer, sucking at my clit roughly. I instantly moaned, my head falling backwards until it lay against the window, which was completely fogged by now. The glass was cold but it barely distracted me from the sensation Jungkook’s tongue sent through my whole body. Goosebumps appeared on my skin from the way his hands stroked over my hips, pulling me closer into him. His dark locks tickled my skin as his full concentration was fixed on how to make me feel best, his tongue flicking over my most sensitive spot over and over, my head spinning. I sucked in a sudden breath when I felt his fingers brush over my core. The moment he slipped one of his fingers past my folds I thought I had forgotten how to breathe completely. His tongue never stopped licking and sucking on my center, the way he curled his finger inside of me now adding to the pure bliss I felt.

“More, Jungkook- I need-,” I whimpered weakly, earning a hum from Jungkook against my core. His voice vibrated against me, and I thought I was gonna pass out for a second. Slowly, he added another finger inside my core, pumping them inside of me. They brushed against my sweet spot now and then, and when I concentrated on his mouth on my clit, sucking and licking without getting tired, I felt the knot in my stomach become tighter.

“Jungkook, I need you-,” I mumbled,” Please fuck me”

I blushed a little at my own words, but he instantly listened and lifted his head, the sudden lack of pleasure making me realize how heavily I was breathing and the thin layer of sweat that covered my skin.

“Of course, baby girl,” he grinned cockily, already fumbling with his boxers. My look fell onto his prominent member as I reached for it, pumping him a few times. Instantly he groaned and closed his eyes, his forehead crinkled when all his built up frustration was finally to be relieved. His moans were music to my eyes, but I needed him so badly, I stopped and reached around him, pulling him back on top of me. There was a moment of silence when we gazed at each other, smiling happily, the snow falling all around us and the wind whistling even through the closed doors of the car. The peacefulness was interrupted when Jungkook brushed the tip of his member against my core, spreading the wetness before entering me fully.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, his forehead against mine, before kissing me deeply. I groaned into his mouth in surprise when he suddenly snapped his hips against mine, burying himself deep inside of me before pulling out almost fully, only to slam back into me. The sound of his hips connecting with mine sounded heavenly, and the pleasure he gave me with every thrust made me instantly regain how close I had previously been to my orgasm. Softly I pulled his hair as his head buried in the crook of my neck, kissing me there now and then, his ragged breathing hot against my skin. Eagerly, he grabbed my thighs, pushing them against my stomach, allowing him to go even deeper and from another angle. A mix of moans, curses and Jungkook’s name left my mouth while he moved inside of me without a break, the tip of his member brushing over my g-spot repeatedly. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest at how much it was fluttering beneath my chest, and I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure take control of me. His thrusts were powerful and always hit me at just the right angle, the feeling of his skin on mine fully engulfing me. With every second that passed my orgasm got closer, my whimpers became smaller and my mind became dizzier. When he sped up one last time, making me moan in surprise, I got sent off the edge, my whole body acting in pleasure, my back arching and my eyelids not able to keep open. The way I tightened around his member made Jungkook groan, and I noticed by the way his thrusts became less controlled and more erratic, he was close too.

“Come for me, babe,” I whispered, gazing at him in awe as his face scrunched up, his beautiful eyes closing and his teeth bit his bottom lip, holding back on a moan that was going to escape either way. With a last few moves of his hips he rode out his high as I was already coming down from my own. For a few seconds he stroked over my cheeks, smiling at my breathless expression before pulling out carefully. In curiosity I looked around, and when I sat up I rubbed over the glass of the window, checking the weather. It was still snowing, but compared to before it now looked peaceful, the wind having seemed to slow down as well.

“No Christmas present will beat this one,” I mumbled, grinning. He nodded in agreement. “Let’s go home now, I can’t wait to see Yoongi’s face when he receives the sweater,” he laughed, making me chuckle along.

@rebeccacourt30 requested: an au where the angels fall and Castiel is sick so Dean brings him home, then Cas starts bringing cats home?
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Dean Smith walked out of the Sandover building, staring down at his phone. He was half thinking about stopping to pick something up for dinner when he heard a string of harsh coughs coming from the ally beside the parking lot.

Normally, he would have picked up the pace to his car, but something told him to follow the sound. In the farthest corner a man was curled in on himself, shivering horribly. Dean cleared his throat and he looked up, showing the dark bruises on his face, but more importantly his brilliant blue eyes.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked. The man started to nodded, then another coughing fit started up. Dean flinched at the sound.

“Can I take you to a hospital?”

“There’s nothing a doctor can do for me,” The man said, softly. Dean was about to ask why when he saw the wings protruding from the mans back.

“You’re one of the angels,” He whispered in amazement. He remembered hearing about the fall on several radio stations a few months before, but he assumed it was all a hoax. When images of the creatures started appearing on news sites he figured he’d never meet one.

“Yes,” The man said. “Thank you for your kindness, but I–”

“Do you need a place to stay tonight?”

They stared at each other, both shocked by the question.

“I couldn’t,” The angel said.

“I insist,” Dean argued. “It’s going to snow tonight and you already look half way to death. I won’t be able to rest if I don’t help you.” The angel studied him for a moment before nodding slowly.

“If it will ease your mind. Thank you.”

Dean helped him up and let him lean against his shoulder as the walked to the car. Dean cranked the heat up and the angel put his hands against the vents.

“Can I ask your name?” Dean asked after a few minutes.

“I am Castiel.”

“Dean.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Dean. There are not many that would offer their home to one of my kind.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean paused. Half an hour ago he was one of those people. “You’re welcome.”

They spent the rest of the ride in silence. After he asked in his usual place at his apartment building, Dean got out of the car and went to help Castiel. His clothes and wings had left dirty marks all over Dean’s passenger seat, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Are you hungry? I don’t have a lot here, but I could order you something if you’d like.”

“No, thank you Dean,” Castiel said. Dean looked at him saw that he was looking apprehensivly at the white carpet and furniture, tugging at his own dirty clothes.

“Would you like to take a shower? I can lend you some clothes and wash those for you.” Castiel looked like he was going to turn him down again so Dean nudged him towards the bathroom.

“Seriously man, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

Dean dug a lightly used t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his drawer, then pulled a pair of boxers for the new pack he’d bought the week before. He gave those to Castiel and showed him how to work the shower before leaving him alone.

Despite his saying that he didn’t want anything, Dean decided to order a few things from his favorite places in town. He wasn’t sure what Castiel ate so he wanted to make sure that there were plenty of options. By the time Castiel came back into the kitchen there was a whole spread sitting out on the table and the island.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I–” Dean stopped talking when Castiel dove for a cheeseburger that was sitting in the table. He unwrapped it and scarffed it down in a few bites.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, delicately. “I think I was a bit more hungry than I realized.”

“That’s okay. Help yourself.”

Castiel tried to eat more slowly, but it was obvious that he was starving. Dean ate some, too, so that he wouldn’t feel awkward, promising himself an extra hour at the gym later this week.

When Castiel had his fill they put the left overs in the refrigerator and went into the living room. Dean pulled some papers out of his bag and started going over them. Castiel sat quietly beside him, looking out the window at the city lights. Dean looked up when he shifted and saw that Castiel was running his fingers through the feathers that he could reach, a few came loose and he held them awkwardly.

“Do you need some help?” Dean asked.

“No, it’s fine,” Castiel said, blushing a bit.

“It’s no trouble. I can reach them better than you can.” He reached out and Castiel leaned away.

“The grooming of wings creates a bond that cannot be broken. I cannot force myself upon you like that.”

“I want to help you,” Dean said, without stopping to consider the consequences. What was about this man–this creature–that changed him so drastically?

Slowly, Castiel turned his wings to Dean. The man reached out and delicately ran his fingers through the feathers, amazed by their softness. Something akin to an electric shock ran through Dean’s body. Castiel shivered, feeling the same thing.

Dean straighted the feathers, removing the loose ones and passing them Castiel. Castiel would have an occasional coughing fit and Dean would stop to keep from yanking the feathers. When be was done, Castiel turned to him, smiling shyly.

“Thank you, Dean.” Dean smiled back, then nodded to the feathers in his hands.

“What are you going to do with those?” He asked.

“I typically sell them, if they are clean and straight. There are many shops that promote natural healing and witch craft that are willing to pay a hefty sum for them. Especially the one that have different colors.”

Castiel held one up to the light and Dean saw the different shades of blacks, blues, and purples, occasionally sprinkled with a hint of silver. It reminded Dean of the night sky back in South Dakota, when he and Jo would lay out and look for constellations.

“They’re beautiful,” He finally said. “I’ll go find something for you to keep them in.”

He heard Castiel coughing again while he was in the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of medicine from the cabinet out of habit to give him. He found a basket that Ellen had sent a college care package of homemade cookies and mini desserts in and took it as well.

“That will not help me,” Castiel said, nodding to the medicine and taking the basket. “Angels are not like humans. Sickness is caused by isolation. We’re meant to live in groups. Thank you for your kindness, though.”

Dean watched as he sorted his feathers carefully, the longest on the bottom, the bent and broken sent aside. Dean gave him the wastebin beside the couch to put those in.

“Let me show your bedroom,” He suggested when Castiel was finished. The angel followed him down the hall tonthe room next to his own. There was a bed and dresser with a mirror. The were a few things piled against the far wall that Dean had meant to put into storage. “I know its not much–”

“It is perfect, Dean,” Castiel said, softly. He wandered into the room, picking things up and putting them down. He picked up a picture that Jo had left there on her last visit, one of her and Dean laughing at something out of frame.

“That’s my sister, Jo,” Dean felt the need to explain! Castiel put the photo down.

“She’s very beautiful.”

“Careful there. I may have to go all big brother on you,” Dean warned, teasingly. Castiel looked shocked then nervous.

“I didn’t mean–I don’t find her–I am not interested in women.”

“Relax, Cas. I was just kidding.”

“Oh.”

The silence after was awkward. They studied each other for a moment, then Dean cleared his throat.

“Okay, then. I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” Castiel said, again. Dean nodded and stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

~*~

“I’m not sure how long I’ll be at the office,” Dean said the next morning, fixing his suit in the mirror by the door. “I left my number in case you need something and there are plenty of left over in the fridge. Make yourself at home.”

“Are you sure that you want me to stay?”

Dean turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at his feet. He could still see the worst of the bruises on his face and arms. Castiel coughed again, even though Dean could tell he was trying to suppress the sound.

“Yeah, Cas. I want you to stay.”

“Most would not be this kind for nothing,” Castiel said, looking up a little. “Is there something you wish in return?” It took a moment for the meaning of his words to register in Dean’s brain.

“No, Cas. I would never…You need help. I want to help you. You’re welcome here for as long as you want to be here.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Castiel whispered, visibley relaxing. Dean nodded.

“I’ll see you in a few hours.”

It was raining hard as Dean drove to his office building. As he was navigating through the mess on the roads, he found himself relieved that Castiel was safe at home.

~*~

As the weeks passed, Castiel became more and more comfortable with the apartment and Dean. He no longer seemed afraid to sit on the couch or to ask for help when he needed it.

A few days after he moved into the apartment, Dean offered to take him shopping for some clothes that weren’t covered in holes and street grime. Castiel insisted on going to thift shops and local businesses rather that the department stores that Dean preferred. He paid for what he got with the money he made selling his feathers and he looked so happy that Dean couldn’t deny him that.

A few days later he asked Dean to teach him basic human tasks, such as doing laundry and cooking. They became a team in the kitchen and Dean had to admit that he slept much better with a homemade meal in his belly.

Dean started leaving work earlier and earlier, surprising everyone in the office. He was kinder to everyone and even joined a few coworkers for lunch several times rather than sitting alone in his office. One day his boss knocked on his door.

“So,” Mr. Adler said. “Are you going to bring her to the office party next week?”

“Who’s that, sir?” Dean asked, packing his things.

“The woman that has you coming in late and leaving early. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“There is no woman,” Dean said. Adler frowned.

“I see. Well, as you know, Sandover is very accepting of…your kind.” Dean paused and gave Zachariah a hard look. The older man took a step back, just from the fiercness of it.

“I’ll have you know that I am not in a relationship with anyone, and even if I was, it would be none of your concern what ‘kind’ of person I am.”

He tossed his back over shoulder and walked out of his office, taking the stairs because if he had to wait for the elevator, he might have something regrettable.

~*~

“I think it’s time for me to leave.”

Dean was half dosing on the couch when Castiel. Even though his words were soft, they hit Dean like he had screamed them.

“What? Why?” Castiel looked at his hands and was quiet for a long time.

“I have had feeling lately that could not properly explain. I used your computer to look up my symptoms.” Dean started to tell him that he couldn’t the internet, and 'I thought you said angels didn’t get sick, any way,’ but Castiel spoke first. “It appears that I am in love with you.”

Dean froze, just staring at the angel. Castiel didn’t look up from his hands.

“I know that you do not return those feelings and I do not wish to force myself or my feelings on you. I am well enough now. I could possibly find a job or–”

Dean cut him off by pressing their lips together. Castiel gasped softly, then relaxed against him. Dean pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against Castiel’s.

“I love you, too.”

Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

“You told me that you would never have those feeling for me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Dean said, trying to remember saying anything like that.

“You did. The morning after you brought me here. You said you would never–”

“Oh, Cas. That’s not what I meant at all. I meant that I would never make you do something that you didn’t want to do just because I was helping you.” He sat back and took Castiel’s hands into his. “Do you really want this?”

“More than I could ever say.”

“Me, too.” He moved one hand to Castiel’s cheek and kissed him again. “Will you stay?”

“For as long as you want me.” Dean laughed a little and brushed his nose against Castiel’s.

“Just forever, then?”

Dean called in sick the next day. And the next.

The look on Zachariah’s face when they walked into the office party hand in hand was priceless.

~*~

“Cas, I’m home!” Dean called, walking into the apartment. Castiel didn’t reply and Dean frowned. “Cas?”

He walked further into the apartment but so no trace on the angel anywhere. He started to panic a bit until he heard shuffling in the guest bedroom.

“You have to be quiet,” He heard Castiel whisper. “We’ll be in big trouble if he finds us. Ow. I told you not to do that.”

Dean pushed the door open and Castiel spun around, closing the door too quickly and catching his wing inside. He whined but didn’t move.

“Hello, Dean. How was your day?” He asked innocently.

“What’s in the closet, Cas?”

“What closet?”

“The closet right behind you.”

“Nothing. A few coat hangers, some of your old things.”

“Castiel.” The angel lowered his head and Dean moved to open the door. Castiel moved his wing away and two kittens chased after it. He stooped to pick one up and rubbed his cheek against its head. The other pounced at his wings causing him to flinch and give it a look.

“Cas–”

“I couldn’t leave them on the street,” The angel said. “They were crying and hungry.”

“Cas, we can’t have pets in the building.”

“We can move.”

“I’m allergic to cats.”

“I bought you some allergy medication.”

Dean opened his mouth, looking for another excuse. Normally he’d have a million ready to go, but they died on his tongue when Castiel looked at him with big, sad eyes.

“You took me off the street and saved my life. I couldn’t leave them to die any more than you could have left me. Please, Dean? Don’t make me give them up.”

“Cas–” The angel’s face fell and Dean looked between him and the kittens. His eyes were already starting to water and he could feel the sneezes building up in his nose.

“I guess we’d better give them names?” He asked.

Castiel smiled and placed the kitten on the floor so that he could fling his arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you, Dean,” He said, moving to kiss him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean smiled. “Just don’t make a habit of of it.”

“I won’t,” Castiel promised, kissing him again and letting him go. “I have to go get supplies and call a vet…” Castiel talked on as he hurried out of the room. The kittens chased after him, jumping for his feathers. Dean watched them go, shaking his head.

All the sneezing and swollen eyes would be worth it just to see Castiel smile like that every day.

kissing the lipless. (EREN & JEAN)

My last contribution to EreJean week–a collab with whitnerded, who arted it! :D For the theme ‘touch’.

GO LOOK AT THE ART. i’ll wait.

I wrote this while listening to shiver on loop. (Now you can read it while doing the same!)

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kissing the lipless.

Jean keeps Eren company through the tedious process of regrowing his limbs.

~3000 words.

Also on AO3.

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“Rest and Relaxation” Pt. 1

Fanfic time! This is just another alternative of canon that I made up in my head. Post season 7 and post Negan. It is a bit long, but when do I not write too much… nothing new there. 

Part 2 will be finished soon, and don’t worry it’s going to have a good helping of smut to go with it :D

Rated M for language and some hot foreplay. Enjoy my loves!

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keepfacepalm  asked:

how about Merlin easing Eggsy into D/s lifestyle? Like he figured out what Eggsy needs, but can't say it upfront cause Eggsy is not really ready to face it, but seriously needs it to cope with all stuff that's going on? Like giving up control, firm hand, praise?

ugh YES this is awesome and exactly what i want thank you for this

i have to admit i’m not 100% thrilled with the last part of this. i’m thinking about doing a sequel later if people are interested, i’m not sure about where i ended it tbh.

It starts with a mission gone wrong. Lancelot ducked out hours ago, compromised and injured from her attempt at getting intel, leaving Bors to fake his way through a deal. She passed on the details she had been able to find, but it wasn’t much. She couldn’t even tell him everything due to the minimal contact they were allowed to have. 

Bors is smart, though, and he can read people. Lancelot doesn’t worry. She waits a couple of streets down in their getaway car, listening for his distress call but otherwise blind and deaf. 

The two hours of negotiations, stressful and long, include the following: a huge bluff, a couple hundred thousand dollars exchanging hands, and two briefcases full of scattered tech. After those two hours, Kingsman becomes the owner of the remains of Valentine’s SIM card research, which consists of a handful of prototypes, at least ten flash drives, actual paper notebooks, and an alarming amount of chemicals. 

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Tips for not feeling lonely and extremely overwhelmed when you live alone.

Hello everyone!

I know I’ve been quite MIA for a bit now but that’s because I moved into my very first very own apartment in NYC!

I’m an adult!

CAN YA BELIEVE IT??

Can you?

Can you…?

No?

ME NEITHER!

Living alone is great. I get to decorate my apartment however I want, invite over whoever I want whenever I want (aka Noelle at 2 am to watch SVU with me), AND I can blast ‘Shower’ by Becky G while I shower and NO ONE WILL JUDGE ME. Except my cat Gizmo who judges me heavily for everything I do, HATERS ARE MY MOTIVATORS, GIZMO.

Yes, living alone has been great and freeing and liberating and all the other adjectives people use when they are becoming adults.

However, it can get lonely sometimes. lil ol me in a big ol’ city. Just a simple gal tryna find her way in this crazy world!!!!!!!!!!!

So I have come up with some tips and ~tricks~ for not feeling so sad when you’re on your own for the first time, if that happens to be you.


1. Create an atmosphere you like living in.

YOU. Not what your friends, your siblings or your parents like. Create a space you feel safe and happy and comfortable in, a space where you’re excited to go home at night.


2. If you’re going to invest in something, invest in a good mattress.

One of the best decisions I ever made was getting a really really good mattress. I sleep SO well on it, and for someone who doesn’t really sleep well, that’s important. A tip I learned (at sleepys mattresses lol) was never just sit on a mattress to test it. You have to lie down on it the way you sleep at night. You may feel silly doing it, but it’s the only way to really know how something’s gonna feel.

3. If you’re going to invest in another thing, invest in a security system.

Ok, I watch a TON of Law and Order: SVU, so maybe I’m just paranoid. But I triple check my locks each night before I go to sleep, and I live on a high floor in a building with 24 hour doormen and security. I still had a security system installed. Even if you feel comfortable, it’ll make your parents less likely to send you 100 texts at night saying “TEXT ME WHEN YOURE HOME” “DID YOU LOCK UP?!”… Although, they probably still will.

4. AROMATHERAPY!!!!!!

I cannot tell you how much money I spend on candles per month because my dad might see this (he has Facebook, unfortunately) and it’s actually disgusting. I find myself buying candles and saying, “rent or scent?” SCENT ALWAYS WINS.

Anyway, you don’t have to buy super expensive candles. Drugstores and department stores cell cheap and great ones. My favorite place to buy inexpensive but v good candles is Bath and Body Works cuz they usually have dope deals like buy 3 get 3 free which really adds up. Candles always add a cozy and adult like feel to your home, I think and people compliment you on how great your place smells which is chill. Also it just makes you feel good when you’re home alone.

Also, good home sprays are a good idea!

5. Allot a certain amount of time each day to clean your place.

This will save you so much time in the long run. One thing I constantly do is make my bed as soon as I wake up after I have my coffee. It seems like a little thing, but it ensures I won’t immediately hop back under the covers and not do anything productive. PLUS it’s always great at the end of the day to get into a freshly made bed.

But besides that, take a certain amount of time, even just 10 minutes, to tidy up. If you do that you’re way less likely to have that “omg my mom is coming over in an hour and I need to clean up so she thinks I’m a responsible adult” freak out (which I’ve DEF had).

Here’s a tip that I do everyday:

Make a playlist of 5-10 songs that you LOVE. Blast them and in that time, do whatever you can to clean your place. A great thing to buy is multi surface disinfectant wipes. They save a lot of time. So put on your playlist, make your bed, throw the dirty clothes in the laundry, wipe off your table, put your dishes in the dishwasher, light some candles and THERE! You’ve accomplished a lot.

6. Don’t keep a ton in your fridge.

As an exercise, open your fridge right now. How many things are in there that you’ve barely touched, or better yet, never even opened?

I bet a lot. I do the same thing. I go to whole foods and I’m like YES! I NEED ORGANIC GLUTEN FREE PINTO BEANS, I DO.

I don’t.

In actuality, I postmate a lot of food because I’m LAZY.

When you clutter your fridge with things you don’t need, you:


a. Waste money

b. Make your fridge smell bad

c. WASTE MONEY.

Next time you’re at the store, ask yourself, am I REALLY going to eat this? If not, DONT GET IT.

7. Make a to do list/schedule.

This is possibly the most cliche thing in the world but it’s actually really helpful. One of the things I realized when I first moved out and felt lonely was that it was cuz I was used to being on other peoples schedules (my parents/siblings) and when I had so much freedom, I felt overwhelmed and lost. If I make a list and stick it on my fridge saying that I will wake up at 10 and do this, this and this (laundry,dishes,workout) whatever… It helps me a lot. It also prevents me from staying in my apartment too much and becoming a recluse.

8. Find a way to be comfortable being alone in your space.

Yes, like I said, you don’t want to spend all your time in your new place. Go out, have fun, be social. But one of the best things you can do for yourself, is learn to be comfortable without anyone being there. To be able to read a book or watch a movie or do nothing at all except be with yourself. It’s hard at first but it’s relaxing after awhile.

9. Pets.

One of the best things in the world is to come home to a pet. They love you no matter what as long as you love them and feed them and give them care. Now, if you’re allergic, get a fish! It sounds dumb but any company at some point is nice.

10. Don’t be afraid to ask for help.

When I moved into my place, I wanted my parents to think I had it all together and didn’t need their help at all. I hear that’s normal. But, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with calling someone and saying “I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m super terrified.”
I promise they won’t judge you, I think actually moms/dads like it. It’s a big adjustment for them too to not have you at home, and most likely they’ll be extremely eager and happy you called them. Sometimes it shows more maturity to say when you need help.

11. Keep one area private.

For me it’s my bedroom. I only really bring people in there if my friend is sleeping over or to show them my dope view. My boyfriend taught me this and I find it really helps me when I have a place that’s just a little sanctuary for me. I’m lucky in the respect that I have 2 bathrooms, so I usually just have my guests use the one in the hallway instead of the master bathroom. But it does help to just have a space for me and only me.

12. And finally, PLASTIC FLATWARE.

I can NOT stress this enough. It sounds really stupid, but unless I want to throw a really classy dinner or something (which I never do) I only have my friends use plastic cups/plates/silverware. It’s honestly just a lot easier and you’re a lot less likely to end up with broken glass on the floor.

and I’m not talking just red solo cups. There are some cute plastic cups and plates out there for pretty cheap that don’t make your house look like a fraternity.


That’s about all. I’m sure I’ll think of more at some point but I hope these help… Here’s to adulting!

Harry James Potter, Headmistress McGonagall, and the Minister are dead. Slaughtered in their beds on the same night without a trace left behind. The Daily Prophet had a field day, shouting from the streets that it simply had to be Death Eaters. However, the Ministry of Magic simply swept the deaths under the rug, placing the blame on a serial killer who was thrown behind bars without a trial, the orders of the new Minister, Lucinda Fawley. Of course, it was Death Eaters, but unbeknownst to most, Lucinda was secretly in the ranks herself. She made sure to replace the Head of the Auror Department and Hogwarts’ Headmaster with Death Eaters as well, passing out a law that said all young wizards and witches were now required to attend Hogwarts. For their own safety.

But Hogwarts is not the safe haven it used to be. Death Eater students from well known pureblood families still roam the hallways, creeping into the Room of Requirement at night for secret meetings. That was when the kidnappings, torturings, and deaths started happening. The victims? All muggleborns and students from Order families. The muggle sympathizers. Dumbledore’s Army was finally reinstated after that, a full out war breaking out between the D.A. and the student death eaters. Violence has become second nature to the students. Disappearances and dead bodies are the norm now. Minister Fawley has upped security at Hogwarts, placing aurors in the castle, but since the Auror Department is polluted with death eaters now, it has done no good for the safety of the students. Even the teachers are finding it hard to control the situation.

War has come to Hogwarts, and it’s all up to the children now to determine the outcome.

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The Road Trip │ Chapter 1

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?


This idea has been running through my head for a few weeks, so I wrote the first chapter. It has been sitting in my document folder for a few days, and I’ve been fighting the urge to post it but I can’t anymore. I have two more parts of Welcome Back, Riley to write, that I plan on finishing this week, and then I’m going to focus on this story. I hope you enjoy this first chapter.


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PLEASE TELL ME - [ Jeon JUNGKOOK x READER] (ft. Taehyung) Pt. 18

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 18.5

Genre: angst/fluff/school au

Length: :)

Summary: “Be a brave little lamb, even a Lion will get scared.” your grandmother’s words became your light to face life. You are always viewing the world with a positive mind. Even with the bad things that were happening around you, you are strong. Love is something you never get often and when Love finally appears, it is hard to catch. Isn’t it tiring to always be strong when your whole world is just crashing and burning down in front of you?

Warning: Swearing!

(a/n): Are you guys still alive after Agust D? Cuz I am not, that is why this part is a mess lmao. I’m sorry 진심이야 미안해~~ jkkk I hope ya’ll enjoy it. I have killed so much time to write this short thing hahaha ilyilyily always to the moon and back

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11-05-2016 interview pour RollingStone.com

Beyoncé isn’t the only artist who channeled a recent rocky patch in her private life into an ambitious multimedia project. In April, Florence and the Machine released The Odyssey, a 47-minute film featuring songs from last year’s How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful – an attempt, according toFlorence Welch, to make sense of “the car crash of a relationship breakup I was going through.” Welch recently spoke to Rolling Stone about somewhat mellower topics, including her skate-punk past, why she loved Laura Ingalls Wilder as a child and when she knew it was time to stop partying.

What’s the most British thing about you?
I’m attracted to things that aren’t simply pretty – there has to be an element of darkness to it, like the beauty of the smog. That comes from growing up in London. I also find it very hard to say something intimate without following it with a joke. “Quickly, make it sarcastic! Pull it back!” I don’t know if that’s a British thing or just a Welch family thing.

What was your favorite book as a child?
Little House on the Prairie. For Christmas, my aunt gave me and my sister little custom smock prairie dresses, and we would make a prairie in our house, with a lake made out of towels. I may have sensed something unsettled in my parents’ marriage; they eventually divorced. The book might have symbolized some kind of domesticity or stability to me.

What’s the most recent book you’ve read?
I’ve been reading Patti Smith’s M Train. She’s given us some really beautiful parts of herself with her [two memoirs]. It’s incredibly inspiring the way she can truly be herself in the public eye.

What are your earliest musical memories?
My dad has great taste; he used to play me the Velvet Underground, the Smiths and the Stones. He was excited when I got to sing “Gimme Shelter” with Mick Jagger. He said, “You know, I always thought that was the song you were supposed to sing.”

It’s hard to imagine, but you were really into skate punk.
The first CD I ever bought was Green Day’s Dookie. It was my first clue that there could be a whole identity around the music you liked. I had the shoes and the world’s baggiest cords. The only thing I didn’t have was a skateboard.

You even recorded a complete cover of Green Day’s Nimrod a few years ago.
I was going to see punk bands, and [producer-artist] Dev Hynes and I bonded. We were talking about how we loved Nimrod, and we recorded it in his kitchen with just his guitar. It’s out there on the Internet! Later, I met Billie Joe Armstrong, and he told me he liked it. My 13-year-old self’s head was exploding somewhere in the past.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GPb7AvoFWU

What is the best part of success?
I love to experiment, to create a world to get lost in. I can do that as a job, down to the outfits and the staging.

Do you ever go too far into that world?
I can go off into flights of
fancy, and they’re not always positive. I can panic quite easily. Sometimes, I have to breathe and be like, “Actually, what’s happening right now? Is that real? You’re in your house, nothing is actually happening. Oh, OK.”

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received?
When I got off tour a few years ago, I tried to keep living as I had been. You want to keep the party going, but you’re just in your own house. I was like, “Oh, my life is in chaos, and my relationships are so messed up. What am I doing?” A friend said, “Why don’t you try not drinking for a while – see what happens?” [Laughs] I was willing to try anything at that point. It definitely helped me write my last record.            

How do you relax when you’re not on tour?
When you’re on the road, you’re like, “Oh, my God, touring is so stressful.” Then you come back and struggle to fit in all these things that you miss from normal life – seeing friends, seeing my mom. You’ve got to do your own laundry, too, and I can even stress myself out about getting enough rest. By the time I have to leave again, I kind of want to get back on tour, because I can finally relax.

You and Adele sang in the same club early in your careers. What do you remember from that night?
I think it was in the Lock Tavern in Camden – tiny room, lots of people crowding around. I did my yelling kind of singing, and then she came on and sang and just played her guitar. I couldn’t really see her, but this voice just lifted up over the people, and I was like, “That is an extremely special voice.” I went home and wrote a song immediately, though it wasn’t up to the level of “Rolling in the Deep.”

What’s an important rule to live by?
If something feels different, or uncomfortable, it means you’re growing. My last album was quite exposing. Not having effects on my vocals was terrifying. I would ask my producer, “Please, can you just put some reverb on?” I was nearly crying. He was like, “No, you have to just let your voice be the way it is. You have to be vulnerable.”

What advice would you give your younger self?
There are certain sartorial choices I would not make, in hindsight. I had black lipstick. I was wearing capes stapled to me. I got famous when I was about 21. It was totally thrilling and also completely terrifying. You’re scared and want something to shield you, so you think you’ve got to have more hair, more makeup. To live in this creation, in this kind of magical alternate universe, kept me safe. But I wouldn’t take any of that back. I would just say to that person, “It’s going to be OK.”

(source : http://www.rollingstone.com/music/features/florence-welch-talks-covering-green-day-quitting-drinking-20160511)

anonymous asked:

(cont.) So what I'm trying to get at is: what makes your bond with Will different from other friendships/relationships, seeing as you do a lot of the same stuff with your friends and you can have deep, emotional bonds (sometimes even physical) with them? I just don't understand how romantic (exclusive) relationships are elevated to this high level, when complex connections are possible with so many different people. idk maybe this is a tough question, but it's something I really struggle with...

I mean there’s definitely a common component to both types of relationship. They both include a certain level of deep companionship and camaraderie. But romantic relationships, at least ideally, add even more on top of that.

There’s an element of physical attraction that plays into it. Sure, I can find friends like Skyler physically attractive (and I do, he’s pretty), but with Will it’s not just about that. Through the years, our repeated sexual encounters throughout the years have allowed us a certain level of intimacy when it comes to each other’s bodies. I’ve explored every last inch of him and I’ve acquainted myself with every last little sweet spot and blemish and asset and imperfection. I know every ticklish spot, every sensual spot, and every spot he feels self conscious about. That mutual vulnerability and trust creates an intimacy that you can’t really experience with anyone else. And it isn’t always sexual. We can spend an entire morning snuggles up to each other in bed in our underwear and not have it turn sexual. Instead, it’s a very soothing, relaxing, comfortable feeling. One that makes you feel safe and secure and at home.

And then there’s also the familial aspect. This isn’t just someone I want to spend time with. This is someone I want to grow old with, and start a family with, and make a home with. This is going to be the person upon whom I’m going to rely the most for the rest of my life. No matter what happens in life, no matter who else I meet or interact with, he’s going to be there as much as he can to support me and vice versa. I can rely on him because he’s proven to be trustworthy in the past, and I know that having him around brings out the best in me.

So to answer your question, a true romantic relationship is many different forms of love all wrapped up into one.