if i told you this was one of my favourite lines ever would you hold it against me

Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.

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Smut //  Your neighbour is an audio porn star, and his latest post featured you and his erotic ramblings.Upon listening to the audio, you find yourself at his door.

Third instalment to Audiophile (i) and Enunciate (ii)

There were fifty thousand and probably infinite ways that the situation could’ve turned out and you go through each one as you stood in front of Kyungsoo.

First, you tell kyungsoo that you listened to him masturbate.

Second, you try and seduce Kyungsoo then reveal everything.

Third, you drop subtle hints here and there, till he himself knows.

Fourth, you don’t tell him. 

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REQUEST - Can you do an harry styles imagine where the reader is shy and just so innocent and always wants to be around harry because she feels protected and harry does everything he can do to protect and make her happy and she doesn’t talk much but he doesn’t mind then some of Harry’s friends mention how cute they are? Love your work! - @baileyhizzle

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU. Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx

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You slide your glasses  back up the bridge of your nose as you opened your locker. You could hear the light snickers of giggles beside you, but chose to ignore it. You removed all your art supplies which you needed for your next class. You were looking down to collect all your brushes, when your locker door slammed shut and you jumped up in fright.

“Morning, baby!” Harry appeared in front of you with his wide dimpled smile, “Look at yeh, got yourself a new pair of glasses!” You smiled and once again rearranged the glasses on your nose.

“They suit yeh, and they’re more modern than the ones yeh had before too!” he chuckled and pulled you close to him by your waist as he leaned flat against your locker.

“Harry, I’m gonna be late for my class if I don’t leave right now.” you said in a soft tone. He hummed and dropped his hands from your waist. You felt his warmth leave your body at the drop of his hands and automatically a pout appeared on your lips.

“Well? M’not stopping yeh… Go on…” he smirked at your pout. You slowly turned around to walk away, feeling upset that he was letting you go so easily, but soon enough he was pulling you right back into his arms.

“Changed my mind. Want yeh here, with me.” You must’ve only gotten a chance to blink before he leaned in and gave you a proper snog in front of everyone in the corridor. You blushed and pull away from him slightly.

“You can’t just kiss me like that, H” you whispered.

“Why not? You’re m’girlfriend. Can kiss yeh anytime I want.” He teased and pulled you closer.

“What if some teacher sees us?” He laughed and pulled your arms around his neck to give you a hug.

“What am I gonna do with yeh, pet?” He sighed and looked back at you, “ I think I love yeh too much to leave yeh alone in this school.”

You and Harry had been now dating for a whole year. He wasn’t a popular kid but girls sure did enjoy his attention and loved giving him their attention. He was a very charming, kind and good looking guy. You had no idea how he fell for you, a nerd who had her head deep buried into the books all day long. Harry didn’t have a reputation but you sure did. A reputation of being a geek. He hated every second of it, if it was up to him, he would love punch every person who ever hurt you in your life to pulp. But scaring you off was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“I can take care of myself, babe.” you kissed his cheek and pulled your bag towards your shoulder. He nodded, “I know, but m’always gonna worry. Yeh know that.”

You smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. Even after being together for a year, you still managed to make his heart jump.

“Now shoosh, off yeh go. Don’t wan’t yeh blaming me later about how yeh were late for your class because of me..” He patted your bum lightly and you gasped. His eyes crinkled as he laughed at your expression. He quickly pecked your lips, “See you in an hour? We have the next class together..”

You nodded and he turned to walk away.You walked into your art class, and took a seat on a chair right at the end corner of the room, you removed your new box of water paints, which you were excited to use and started working on your portrait. Half way through the class you heard a psst, looking up you found Georgia staring at you with a smirk on her face. Not the smirk you were used to getting from your man. You especially hated the smirk she gave you.

“I really need to borrow your paints, YN. You see, mine are all mixed up and not even one colour has it’s original colour. So I’m taking yours, okay?” she said in a sickly sweet voice and snatched your paints.

“I-I was working with them-” you stuttered softly, but she cut you off.

“Thanks, YN.” She ignored you and you looked back at your incomplete painting. It was a drawing Harry. His birthday was coming up and you were really excited to give him the drawing along with his other presents.

“Oops!” You snapped your head back at her, only to gasp when you see the condition of your new paints. Every colour was now ruined. There was red mixed in white paint and black in pink. You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled at her apology.

“Well that’s unfortunate. Here, I don’t need them anymore..” she extended her hand towards you, but before you could get a hold of it she tilted the paints and all the water droplets and colour splashed across your painting.

“No!” You gasped and tried to pull away. You tried to remove the mess but it was too late.The whole painting was ruined too.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry, YN.. But I’m sure you can make another one for him.” she said and got back to her painting. You felt a tear flow down your cheek but you quickly wipe it off. Soon enough the bell rang and you ran towards the bathrooms.

You slide down the locked door and cry. You knew you hadn’t been in there for long time, so you jumped at the loud banging on the other side of the door. You quickly stood up, wiped your eyes and opened the door. There stood Harry with an angry expression on his face.

“What happened? Who did this to yeh?” He entered the toilet without a second thought. Seeing him there made you drop the facade you had put on and break down just as you were about to drop down on to your knees he pulled himself and kneeled on the floor along with you.

“Tell me, baby. I promise I’ll make it right. Just tell me who made you cry.” he urged and hugged you as you nuzzled your head in his neck and sobbed. 

You shook your head, “G-G-Georgia, she r-ruined..” You cried and tighten your hold on his next.

If one thing was very important to you aside from your family and Harry. It was your art. No one messed with it. Since it was your passion, it became one of his favourite passions. 

His body tensed after hearing Georgia’s name. She had always been jealous of his relationship with you. It was only because last year you were the new girl in their school, and before you, he and Georgia had something going on. It wasn’t serious at all. Maybe a kiss or two. It didn’t mean anything to either of them.

But one look at you and Harry felt the world around him changing, he knew he would never be the same after meeting you. One look at you and he felt the need to protect you from every bad and hurtful thing, one look and he wanted you to be his, and he wanted him to be yours.

“Ruined what, baby? I swear to god, if she hurt yeh..” he threatened pulling you closer than ever.

You met his sad gaze, and let out a hiccup, “s-she ruined my paints and the painting I was making f-for you, as a g-gift for your b-birthday..” he hushed you and wiped the tear that fell down your cheek. He gentle kissed the cheek that wasn’t pressed against his shoulder.

“M’so sorry she did that, pet,” he muttered and then pulled you up with him. The anger he felt inside was aching to explode. But he was trying not to show it in front of you. The two of you didn’t know for how long you were in there, but then you heard two bells ringing, declaring it was time for lunch break.

He wrapped his arm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I forgot my watch in the classroom. Can yeh please go sit with the boys and wait for me in the cafeteria?” he dropped his forehead against yours.

You nodded and the two of you packed up your stuff back into your bag. He watched you leave and enter the cafeteria doors before he walked back to the direction of the locker. He found the person he was looking for and got a hold of their hand and roughly pulled them into a secluded, silent area of the school.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” She smirked and leaned against the old metal non-working vending machine, with hands behind her back.

“Why did you do it?” he whispered, walking towards her slowly.

“Do what?” she sassed, raising her eyebrow. He towered over her letting out heavy breaths. Their chests were almost touching each other. He was itching to move away from this disgusting atmosphere and her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. So let’s try this again. Why the fuck did you do it?”

“It as just a pathetic little drawing. It wasn’t even that great, I did you a favour. I saved you from lying about how you love the painting. You’re little bitch was just overreacting as usual.” she spat.

He punched the machine beside he and she jumped with fright. Georgia was scared, for sure. She was worried she had crossed the line. She knew not to mess with his temper, especially not to mess with the people he loved. But she couldn’t help it. She was jealous. She wanted him, but you snatched him away from her. He was hers before he was yours.

“You’re a girl that’s why I’m containing myself. I’m warning you Georgia, if I ever see you near my girl again, the outcome won’t be nice..” he whispered threateningly, looking at her dead in the eyes. He walked away from her and she gasped not realizing she had stopped breathing for a second. She watched him disappear, and decided that it was better if she stayed away.

Harry entered the cafeteria and saw you laughing with the boys. His shitty mood turned into a happy mood as he skipped towards you. He slide beside you and surprised you with a loud kiss on the apple of your cheeks.

“Here comes the man of your dreams, YN…I see how you still haven’t minimized the PDA like I told you to, Haz! Give her a bit of space, ey?” Lou  teased and sassed as the other boy and their girlfriends laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

“You’re just jealous because the only companion you have in your life at the moment, is your hand…” he joked. The boys let out an ooh and the girls laughed, including Louis

“Touche, mate.”

You looked at Harry to find him already looking at you. You smiled at him, “You okay, baby?” he asked. You nodded and hugged his side.He rested his head on top of your head. He felt content.

The two of you were happy. That’s all that mattered. Nothing could come between Harry and his sweet creature.That’s how it was going to be. Forever.

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Lips part two? Continuation? Sandbox? Thing? Because someone said this scenario should continue… And I agreed cause it’s a weakness and I had a plan… or did I? I don’t know, it didn’t pan out…

I encourage you to read Lips before this one though.


It would be a lie for Harry to say that he didn’t stare at you a lot. Specially after the little incident a few weeks back. 

If he was to be honest with himself, the small interaction only made him more aware of his staring, and it only made him stare more. It wasn’t a lie that he looked at your lips, and now he wasn’t stopping. The few days after the fated incident consisted of him stumbling over his words cause he was so lost in every conversation. It was a horrible cycle. He stared at you which made him lose his train of thought and not be able to speak properly, which in turn made you stare at him messing up his sentences and laugh or just stare in wonder, which would make him focus back on you and start it all over again. 

Somehow, he understood you. He didn’t know why he did it, he just knew he did, and something about knowing you’re doing the same to him just turned on some natural response that was out of his control. He had to look at yours too. And maybe you didn’t know why you looked at him, you just did, which was what he was going through now more than ever… He was okay with that. He wanted more, sure, but he didn’t know how to make it more, so he stuck with looking and pining and pinching at his own mouth whenever you licked yours; something he now knew you did very often and was driving him insane little by little.

Staring is what got you into the mess you and Harry seemed to be in right now. No words had been spoken about that day after you had bolted away from each other at the sound of your best friend coming in the kitchen; and there hadn’t been another chance for Harry to inch close to you and finish what he thought had started that night. Staring is what made him so itchy and needy. 

Staring is what got him where he is right now, and he’s glad. 

For some reason the pile of loud people you called your friends seemed to always end up close to your place, even if it was for a nice afternoon outside, which was the case today. You avoided Harry’s stare, having become more careful with your looks since that other night, but he was fixed on you more than he liked to admit. The lads were being lads, tossing a ball around and having a laugh, again poking fun at Harry for calling soccer ‘footie’ and for his not so amazing coordination while playing the game. 

It would be like watching a movie from a different perspective. As you spoke to one of your friends Harry would just trace your mouth with his sight and analyse how it moved. Your small Oh’s and very big Ah’s. Your throaty laugh and shiny lips. And then he was in pain. Staring at you is what got him a ball to the face as he stood in the middle of the impromptu soccer game which he had forgotten about for a second too long.

The metallic taste of blood was eminent as he spit some out, and you rushed to him, immediately asking him to follow you inside. It was your house after all, so you were in charge of getting the med-kit and treating his bloody wound. 

A busted lip. Your favourite thing of his to look at was now busted open and bleeding and your palms were sweaty at the thought of touching it just to make sure the wound cured properly.

He sat on your bathroom counter, legs open as you stood between them soaking whatever pad with whatever liquid and warning him it would sting.
“Stay quiet, please” you mumbled dabbing at the open skin. His eyes focused on your busy mouth. Whenever you were focused on something you tended to bite your lip or leave your mouth open in a twisted ‘O’ that he adored. Your tongue would pop out every now and then and he found himself wanting to bite at it.
“Will I be okay, doctor?” with his accent and the position he was in it sounded more like ‘Doh-tah’ and you had to keep yourself from giggling. Sure you were trying to stare less but that didn’t mean you didn’t still find his mouth and accent fascinating. 
“Perfectly fine. Just have to put sugar on it” His brow arched in confusion. 
“Sugah?” What for? You had brought the sugar from the kitchen with you. Brown sugar to be precise, and it made no sense to him whatsoever. Turns out brown sugar helps cuts in the mouth area to heal quick, it sort of urges the skin to reconstruct faster and it helps stop the bleeding. You told him this, to which he payed no attention to anything other than the way you formed your B sounds and your lips parted, as you gathered some grains in your hand.
“Look up” you instructed and let the sugar fall and stick to his open gash. It was a strange feeling and he pouted trying to keep his bottom lip from touching his upper one and taking off the sugar. “Now, don’t lick it off”

You were very close, patting the sugar down with your index finger carefully, making sure the whole cut was covered and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the rest of your fingers reached out to touch his chin and cupid’s bow. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why his mouth was so hypnotising to you but the trance was on once again and at this point it was almost as if you couldn’t even hold it back.

You were staring, and so was he. He didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. Ever since that day he has wondered what it would be like but never actually reached for it in fear it wasn’t what you were after. But right now it felt like you were both on the same page. Like you were having a silent agreement that a kiss would be nice right about now. His eyes just stared at your face, running over it, paying attention to your eyes – that were downcast to his lips – and then your nose – it was pointy but round and he liked it. Wanted to bump his against it – and then his latest fascination; your mouth. He loved the arch, the natural pout, the rosy colour. It was like looking at it through a magnifying glass and he could see all the little marks and lines. And he wanted to taste them. In his mind it was impossible that this wasn’t some sign that something had in fact started that night.

His hand reached around your body, grabbing at the belt-loops in your jeans and tugging you closer to the counter, closer to him.
“Harry…” you whimpered. Your mouth felt dry from the tension, but you knew that if you were to lick your lips you would end up touching your tongue to his and the thought of it made you shiver as his fingers pulled you closer.
“Won’t lick it off…” he started as you regained your breath from the close proximity of your faces. His nose bumped with yours ever so slightly, making chills run down your spine and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he finished with a whisper “if yeh promise not to lick it off me, either…”


I still don’t know what this is but I might know where it’s going? Not completely sure. It’s another piece like Lips and kind of like a second part but then again… Lips wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place. So I’m not sure giving it a part 2 was the best idea. Giving it a part 3 might be an even worse idea but whoops. Feedback?

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31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 

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I Will Protect You.

Request from anon: Can I request a Bucky x reader? Reader is under the protection of the avengers because of an attempt on her life by hydra agents. So she’s kept at the compound with most of the team. While there, Bucky flirts and uses his old 40s charm on her cause it makes her blush. When she can’t sleep she meets him in the kitchen and he finally asks her out and they end up making out half the night.

Note: I really enjoyed writing this so thank you to whoever sent in the request! Oh and if anyone is wondering which sci-fi show is very briefly mentioned it is ‘Doctor Who’ :)

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You could see right down the barrel of the gun that was being pointed at your face and although the men currently surrounding you were clearly communicating with one another you couldn’t make out a single word as the thumping of your heart filled your ears.

You should have been pleading with them to spare your life, doing something that would prevent them from pulling that trigger, but you were frozen to the spot and incapable of anything.

“Hail Hydra.”

Those two words were powerful enough to cut through the deafening thump of your heart and they were the last thing you heard before a gunshot sounded out….

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Your scream rang out around the room as you shot up in your bed, sweat dripping from your brow, and your chest heaving with your unsteady breaths.

This was the fourteenth night in a row where you had suffered with nightmares from the attack on you by Hydra agents and they weren’t getting any easier to handle. The Avengers had saved your life that day but one of the agents had escaped, which meant that he was still out there and he could try coming for you again at any moment.

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A new wolf

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Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond

Words: 3,794
Embry Call x Reader

This part features a OC.


If you had to pick a favourite thing about your wolf boyfriend it was that he was so warm and comfy that you could nap cuddled up against him for hours but, unfortunately, right now he needed you to remain awake. You sighed and cuddled up against his chest as you let the new information wash over you, he rubbed your back with his massive hand as you both lay on his bed. He kissed the top of your head as you idly gazed out into the hallway, his mum’s rule was that if you were around the bedroom door always had to be open, she wasn’t in but in all honestly you felt a bit more comfortable with it open. You’d not discussed being intimate with Embry, and right now wasn’t the time, so you hid behind the open door and his mother’s rules.

“You know, she’ll be loving the attention.” You mumbled after a moment of silence and beneath your head Embry’s chest rumbled in agreement.
“Jacobs in bits over the whole thing.” Embry told you, “He can’t believe that she chose the leech over him.”
“I can’t believe it either if I’m honest.” You told him.
“I thought that you were over your thing for Jacob.” Embry teased you and squeezed your arm playfully, you managed a small smile but even Embry couldn’t cheer you up after the news that he’d given you.

A vampire army was coming to Forks. Yeah, vampire army. And Jacob was worried about his love life.

“When did my life get so complicated?” You sighed and started to draw patterns with your finger over Embry’s chest.
He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of your hand, “I’m guessing when you met me?” he offered.
You sat up and looked down at him, since getting over your initial awkwardness about the imprint you’d not seen him look so unsure of himself. Your stomach flipped at the self-annoyance in his voice, you leaned down and brushed your lips against his before smirking and mumbled against his lips, “Yes you ruined my life, you stupid mutt.”
It took him a whole second to register the humour in your voice and in the next second he’d whipped a pillow from under his own head and hit you around the head with it. You let out a yelp of indignation as you play fought on his bed, his large hands finding your sides and tickling you. In a rush to escape his tickling torture you threw yourself to the side and as you began to fall off of his bed he caught you and fell with you so that you landed atop him in a pile of limbs and bedding.

He was laughing the ridiculous barking laugh that he did when he found something way too funny, the one that you found so adorable no matter who much the rest of the pack mocked it. That was Embry’s unabashed joy, how could you not like it? Your laughing soon joined him and you dropped yourself down on the floor beside him, laughing and enjoying life as you knew it before the forces of darkness descended upon Forks.
His warm hand found yours as you lay there. He faced you, his mop of hair sticking out from your fighting, “How can you make me laugh when all the worlds going to shit?”
You dramatically batted your eyelashes, “Because I’m the best imprint ever?”
You got a pillow in the face again for that one.

——

After each imprint had been told individually about the looming threat, you were all invited over to Emily and Sam’s to discuss what it meant for the pack. Sam took centre stage, as Alpha, and the pack sat with the imprints in a circle around him. Embry had bundled you into his lap but you were sure to give Jacob a hug on the way in, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone.
“So, you all know that Forks is in danger.” Sam started, Paul opened his mouth to make a comment but Leah clamped her hand over his mouth and Sam continued, “There’s no way to sugar coat it, we have decided to fight alongside the Cullen’s to eradicate the Leeches.”

A thick silence fell over you all, no one expected you be the one to puncture it, “Fuck off.”
Everyone’s gaze snapped to you, eyebrows up, mouths open.
Embry wrapped his arms tighter around you. Sam, to his credit, wasn’t mad. His face was full of all the understanding that it took for him to control his hormone fuelled wolves on a daily basis, “Y/N I know that it’s come as a shock and that you’re probably scared but you’re a smart girl. Think about it logically, we have to stand and fight or a lot of people could die.”

“Yeah people like you,” You argued, your hands were holding onto Embry’s arms around your waist, “But I’m sure I’ll be comforted by my logic when you’re all dead.”
Embry shh’d you slightly, not to silence you but because it was all he could think to do to help calm you. Sam looked around the room, once glance at the imprints was all it took for him to know that they agreed with you. But there was nothing that they could do to change it.

Sam came to over to where you and Embry were sat and crouched down so that he was in your eye line. You wiped furiously at your eyes that were spilling tears without your permission. Embry kissed your temple again, his chest rumbling at Sam’s closeness to your while you were upset.


“Y/N, none of us wanted this. If it was up to us we’d let the leeches rip each other apart and that would be that but you and I both know that’s not how it would end.” Sam implored, his patience shining through again, he didn’t want to see you upset but this had to happen.
He continued, “I never woke up and thought that I’d like to be a wolf, never mind in charge of these idiots,” Some of the pack elbowed each other, “Buts it’s my life now and I love it and I will protect it and everyone that I love. If they descend on us and we do nothing than everyone in Forks and La Push will die.”

You let his words settle over you, you’d always quite liked Sam, he’d never had a choice in how his life had turned out but always seemed to try to be firm but fair as he dealt with the boys. You turned in Embry’s lap so that you were facing your boyfriend and instantly he was wiping tears from your cheeks and kissing where they’d trailed.
“Do you think that you can do this?” You asked him, your voice was thick with trying not to cry.
He ran his hand threw his hair and gave you a lopsided grin that screamed confidence, “It’s kind of what we do babe.”
You took in a deep, shuddery breath before looking over at Kim and Emily to make sure they agreed with you before asking, “So what do you need from us?”

—-

The list of rules that the pack had given you was ridiculous. The biggest annoyance that it caused you was the fact that no imprint was allowed to be alone at any time. You gained a furry escort everywhere, even when you slept you knew that the guard changed over the course of the night.
Today you were supposed to be under house arrest while the pack went to ‘train’ with the Cullens, they’d called it that so that you wouldn’t worry but you’d already threatened Embry not to start trouble with Emmett and to be careful or you’d shave him the next time you saw him as a wolf. And you’d meant to keep your promise to them to be somewhere where you could be protected at all times, you really had.

But the world seemed to have different plans for you.

Life could change in an instant; you knew that better than most. One look from your crushes best friend and you’d found the love of your life. Your literal mate.  Not that you’d been too keen on the connection at first, dreamy dimples or no dreamy dimples, but now you couldn’t see yourself without Embry.
You had intended to keep your promise not to wonder of on unattended but when your car gets run off of the road and into the woodlands by a monstrous ball of fur, you don’t really get much of a say. Well c’mon, that can’t be your fault. You’d stumbled from your car, uninjured but dazed. You were thanking your lucky stars that you were safe when you the thought of random moments effecting your life.

Somehow, for some reason, you knew that the injured wolf at your feet would be one of these instances. You tried not to panic but it was hard, it bubbled up in your instantly as a survival instinct. This wolf wasn’t part of the pack that much you knew because the back was with the Cullens. You couldn’t repress the shudder at your situation.
The pack was working with the Cullens, you were left unattended while a new army of the undead made their way to town and you’d found yourself the new keeper of an injured unknown wolf. You took a tentative step towards it, its dark eye snapped open and watched you. You jumped back, the fear that you’d had when you first learned of Embry now fresh. The wolf’s breathing was laboured, its chest heaving up and down.  Its eyes rolled back and he stopped looking at you.

Fuck. Fuck fuckitty fuck.

Well what were you supposed to do now?

Its side was bleeding profusely and you could tell by the deep gashes along his ribs that your car hadn’t done that. Shaking, you slipped your jumper from your shoulders and pushed it down onto the gashes.
What where you supposed to do?
How far away was the pack?
Would they hear you if you called or would the thing that had attacked this wolf hear you?
You pulled your phone from your jeans pocket and dialled one of the only people outside of the pack who could help you, “Billy? Billy I found a wolf.”

Through the combined effort of you, Billy and Sue, somehow you weren’t surprised to find that she knew about the pack, you had gotten the wolf into Sue’s truck and taken him back to Sue’s house and laid him across Seth’s bed.
You explained everything that you could to them, it had all happened so fast. Billy took you to one side in the hallway while Sue ventured into the edge of the woods in the hopes of catching the pack before they panicked at the scent of another wolf in the area.
Billy pulled you to one side in the hallway, “Look Embry loves you but he may react out of instinct to this new wolf. He’s just worried about you, remember that.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me.” You told him with absolute certainly.
“I know that.” Billy said, “But that doesn’t mean that he won’t hurt that wolf in there. We don’t want you getting hurt by accident.”

Almost as soon as the words where said the door crashed open and after a stampede of footsteps you were knocked off of your feet and into the warm arms of your frantic boyfriend.
He dropped to his knees, still holding you close to his chest and held you still for a moment.

Was he sniffing you?

“Did he touch you?” His voice rasped in your ear. It took you a moment of squirming in his arms to be able to face him, “No just my car. I think it was an accident though, I touched him to put my jumper on his ribs.” You explained and his shoulders deflated slightly as he breathed a sigh of relief.  More sets of footprints crashed into the hallway behind you, the rest of the pack must have caught up.
Quil was bent over, his hands on his knees as he huffed, “Jesus, I’ve never seen Embry move that fast.”
Sam was straight down to business, “What do we know?”
Billy answered him, “His wounds are starting to heal now that he’s able to rest. He’s transformed back into his human form but he’s not regained consciousness yet.”

Sam turned his attention to you, “What happened Y/N?”
“I was driving to your place when my truck got taken off of the road,” Embry growled at this but you continued, “I took my jumper off to hold it to his wounds and phoned Billy. I –” You stopped.
“What is it?” Paul encouraged you.
“Okay so this is going to sound weird but I felt like I had to help that guy.” You patted Embry’s arm as he tightened his grip on you, “I felt like I had to. I can’t explain it.”
The guys shared a look before glancing at Embry. Your boyfriend was clearly annoyed at your strong desire to save another man but for now he was content just to hold onto you after the fear of scenting an unfamiliar wolf and dealing with the Cullens all afternoon.

A noise at Seth’s bedroom door snatched everyone’s attention as the door opened and the wolf shuffled out in his human form, a towel around his waist to hide his modesty. He was easily as tall as Paul and had the same tanned skin and taut psyche as the pack. He looked  as old, if not older, than Sam and his black hair stuck up in all directions.
Sam stood proud in front of his pack, the alpha in charge, he started simply, “What’s your name?”
“Cade.” The words came out hard and twisted from exhaustion before he looked around and his eyes found yours, “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re welcome.” You squeaked out from your boyfriend-fortress. Cade took a step towards you and Embry growled at him and Jake and Paul stopped his path.
“Move.” Cade told them and Paul pushed the injured wolf back with one large hand.
“No.” Paul snapped, “What do you want with my sister? You ran her off the road. You could have killed her.” He snarled and out of your peripheral you noticed Seth guiding Billy and Sue out of the line of fire.

“You’re not related, she doesn’t smell of you.” Cade said simply.
Paul’s face flushed with anger but you cut him off by asking, “What is it that you want?”
“I don’t know.” Cade answered honestly with a shrug, “I’d just got away from the new-borns then I smelt you. There’s something about your smell, I had to come and find you.”
“She’s my imprint.” Embry snarled, you could feel him starting to shake against you and you tried to calm him.

“I know,” Cade told him before pushing his hands into his hair, he looked distraught, “But the smell, you don’t understand, it’s driving me insane.” He looked at the guys, “Can’t any of you smell it?!”


They were shaking their heads when downstairs the door slammed opened and Leah was coming up the hallway, “What the fuck is going on in my house? Where’s Y/N? And what’s that sm-”
She stopped short when she noticed Cade for the first time and he turned to face her. They locked eyes and forgot about everyone else.
“Did they just -?” You whispered to Embry.
He nodded and as his whole posture relaxed he dropped back against the wall bringing you into his lap, “He must have smelt Leah on you. The smell of his mate nearby with the threat of the new-borns must have driven him insane.”
“Does this mean we can’t kick his ass?” Paul asked.
“I’ve not decided yet.” Sam grumbled as they watched Leah and Cade stare at each other in the hallway, they’d not moved yet.
Seth’s face was split into a massive grin, he nudged you with his knee as he stood beside where you sat, “Maybe your imprint to Embry gave you a better link to the pack? That’s why you knew that you had to help him? I don’t understand the whole mating link but Leah’s gonna be happy, that’s all I care about.”
“That’s if she remembers how to talk.” Quil quipped.

Leah was the one to make the first move, that’s if you can call launching herself into his arms a move. The motion knocked him back and they fell into Seth’s room, the door slamming shut behind them.
Seth’s grin dropped and he whimpered, “My room.”

Sam straightened his shoulders, “We need to have a vote about if he can join our pack.” He made a move for Seth’s door but you were quicker. You jumped in front of the door and held your arms out on either side to stop Sam.
“Sam, don’t you think after everything that Leah had to go through with you and Emily and then her Dad that she deserves this moment?” You implored, “Do your serious pack stuff later. Think about how protective you are of Emily, and Jared of Kim, and Embry of me. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of two wolves with the imprint, would you?”

Sam considered it for a moment, he had totally destroyed Leah with his relationship with Emily, he knew that. He nodded, “They have tonight but tomorrow we have to talk about the outsider.” Sam spoke loudly so that they would hear him through the door but you could hear clothing ripping from inside the room and doubted that they were paying attention to Sam.

—–

The next morning Leah was PISSED.

She had met with you that morning and told you about everything that had happened between her and her mate the night before – yours ears where burning with embarrassment by the end of her tales. But for now you had more pressing matters, she was stalking up and down as you sat outside Sam and Emily’s.
“Vote on the outsider?” She snarled, “Vote on the outsider?! That’s my mate!”
You jumped at her voice but stayed sat. She just needed to vent and you were her closet friend.

You spoke about it for a while before she sighed and dropped herself down next to you. She let out a huff before cuddling up to your side, you wrapped your arm around her.
“Y/N if they don’t let him join our pack then I’m going to leave with him.” She whispered to you.
“I don’t want you to leave.” You admitted, “I’d miss you too much.”
Leah sniffed, “I’d miss you too, of course I’d try to come back to see you. But…you understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You inhaled the question and the answer came to you in an instant. You did understand. The way that you felt about Embry, when by all sane rights you should be terrified of him, was so much more than you ever expected to feel about anyone and you were human. You couldn’t imagine that connection between two wolves.

“I do.” You told her and she hugged your side more.

Cade came up behind you and gave Leah a small kiss before focusing his attention on you, “Y/N, I just wanted to say, not matter how they vote in there, thank you for being so understanding yesterday, for saving me and for bringing me to my mate. I’m sorry if I scared or upset you.”

You gave him a small smile, “Don’t mention it and for what it’s worth, I hope it goes well in there.”  
“Me too.” He agreed and took Leah’s hand before they headed into Sam and Emily’s house. Kim and Emily joined you sat waiting their decision, none of you spoke.

When the door finally opened, one hour and twenty three minutes later – not that you’d been counting- Leah rushed out and caught both you and Emily in an embrace.
“Whatever you said to Sam and Embry thank you,” She whispered to you both and you could feel her tears on your neck, “They helped me and Seth convince the others to let Cade stay.”
She stepped back and wiped away her tears of happiness and Cade was behind her in an instant, his hands holding hers and kissing her cheeks where she’d been crying.

You made your way over to Embry, wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes so that you could kiss the tip of his nose. He grinned and gave you proper kiss.
“I’m proud of you for being so mature.” You told him.
His arms came around you, “Yeah well he came and apologised to me for scaring you and then I heard him apologise to you as well. I couldn’t split up a bond, I remembered how I felt yesterday when I found your truck. I wouldn’t want that for them.”

“How’d I get the sweetest wolf?” You asked.
He shrugged and gave you a grin, “Just lucky I guess. Well done you, you won the grand prize. Which is me, obviously.”
“And so modest.” You teased.

Jacob interrupted your moment as he stamped his way out of the house, the broken remnants of his phone in his hand.
“Bad call?” Embry asked.
Jacob glared at him, like he did everyone these days, “That was Bella. We don’t have long until the new-borns show up. I’ve got a plan to get her out of there before they show up.”
At the mention of the upcoming war you snuggled into Embry’s chest and he stroked your hair.
“Jake, not now okay?” Embry asked and nodded down at you.
“Not now, not now.” Jacob mocked, “Look you and Y/N may have a perfect bond but Bella doesn’t want me. The only thing that I can do is save her from the new-borns.”

With that stunning display of logic he stamped off towards his truck.
“It’s just one thing after another since you imprinted on me.” You noted.
Embry hummed in agreement before adding, “You know even though I was a wolf, my life was pretty quiet too. I’m starting to think that all this is your fault.”

You didn’t need to look up to know he was grinning so you poked him in the ribs, “Asshole.”
He gave you a playful squeeze, “Love you too.”


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A Little Birdie

Group: BTS

Pairing: J-HOPE X READER

Summary:  You forget to tell Hoseok you are a professional idol choreographer and end up challenged to a dance off.

Genre: fluff

Length: 1k

A/N: thank you for letting me write something based on your texts!

Inspired by: @textmejimin  ‘s texts!

Originally posted by berry852


The music came to a stop, as you bent over panting, limbs aching in the way the only did after an intensive dance session. Today you had been trying to figure out some new choreography for a girl group which involved you listening to their song on a loop as at first you had just warmed up before you started working on the choreography having already sketched a basic outline for the shapes the band would make.

You slumped against a mirror, picking up your jumper to wipe your forehead as you chugged water. Having finally caught your breath you looked over at your phone, the screen lighting up with constant texts from your boyfriend.

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The Hardest Goodbye

Request: ‘You should write a reggie x reader where they’re dating and Reggie has to leave riverdale for good because of school or something and its really sad, like a homage to Ross Butler. Make me cry’ 

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none, this is the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written

Word count: 3316

A/N: I really tried with this one, I knew I needed to write this as soon as I got the request. P.S Ross Butler will always be the best Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

(also before y’all come for me I know this gif’s from 13 rw, but I thought it was cute ok)




I awoke this morning feeling as grey as the cloud covered sky outside my window. The day had finally arrived, the day I’d been dreading for weeks. It was the day Reggie Mantle would be moving away from Riverdale, for good. 

It was exactly 1 month and 3 days ago when he told me he’d been offered a place at a prestigious football based school. I was over the moon for him, I remember feeling so proud. My boyfriend was going to be a famous athlete.

 That was until he told me that this school happened to be halfway across the country. Then the pride was replaced with a feeling of nausea, and it had stuck with me every day since.

I tried my best to be supportive and not let him know that with every passing day my heart broke a little more, I became an expert at putting up a front. I did this because I could tell how much he really wanted to go by the way his eyes would light up each and every time he spoke about it. Sometimes I’d slip up with my facade and he’d always be able to tell. “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll skype every day and I’ll come visit you. I promise”. He would say over and over again. I’d always just nod and smile and pretend that this would be enough.

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anonymous asked:

Hi hi!! Can I get Jason Todd x reader ?? Like he meets them at a book store or something like that.,, pls and ty :)

Hi, just as you requested! Thank you for sending your request in and hope you enjoy! It might be short but nevertheless, I really do hope you enjoy this! 

Jason grumbles under his breath as he waits in line. Out of the things he could have done, he still can’t believe he is doing this. The things he does for Timbers, Jason mutters a curse under his breath, ignoring the appalled look the mother in front of him is giving him. 

The line is moving slowly and Jason is starting to get bored. He wants to leave, to go back to safety and the comfort his bedroom has to offer but he had already promised Tim that he will get the book for him. He would not have done this if his younger brother had not been extremely sick. 

Jason is minding his own business, playing a game on his phone when suddenly someone is pushed against him, causing him to lose which disrupted his winning streak. He almost swears but turns around instead to scold the perpetrator only to hold his tongue back. 

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to, I was pushed,” You ramble off, feeling extremely embarrassed as well as mortified about what had just happened. You too had been minding your own business - counting the number of people left in front of you until you can get a hand on the copy of the latest boom by your favourite author - when someone became rather impatient and started pushing people forward. “I am so, so sorry!” Your cheeks are red with embarrassment and it also did not help the fact that the man you had just bumped in to has the handsomest face you have ever seen! 

On any other girls, he would have find this attitude very annoying but somehow, on you, Jason thinks it’s very cute. He shakes his head. “It’s alright - just an accident.” He rakes his brain, trying to find a topic so that he can keep talking to you. 

Though thankfully, he did not have to because one, the line started moving which cause the two of you to move accordingly and secondly, you started the conversation yourself. 

“I have been waiting for this release ever since they said they were going to release it! I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on a copy and then get a cuppa and sit and read.” You tell the man in front of you excitedly. The two of you are drawing nearer to the counter and you could almost feel just how close you are in getting that book!

Jason chuckles at your excitement. “I can’t say I relate to that.” He offers and when you tilt your head to the side (he finds this adorable too and Jason thinks he should probably stop because he just needs to!), he continues talking. “I am only getting this for my younger brother. Huge fan, I must say. He is currently on bed-rest.” Jason does not even know why he is telling any of this to you but he is. 

You smile, endeared by the thought that the man is doing his brother a favour. Then it was his turn to buy the book and in your excitement, you immediately forgot about the conversation. Getting your own book and having it signed by your favourite author was enough to make your day! 

Only when you stepped outside of the bookstore that you realize that you might have blown a chance to get to know the man earlier. There was just something about him that made him very attractive. You sigh at your lost chance and is about to walk towards the subway station when a hand on your shoulder stops you. 

You jump a little before turning to look at… the man from earlier! He is looking at you with an amused expression and you blush slightly. 

“Are you always this jumpy?”

“Only when you’re around.” You blurt out before gasping, eyes wide with what you have just said. “Oh my God, I am so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me - I normally don’t go around insulting people I don’t know - I am so sorry!”

Jason chuckles. “Well you can make it up to me by coming alone to this cafe I saw on the way here.”

You open your mouth and promptly close it shut as you stare at the man in front of you. “What?” You ask dumbly. 

Jason grins at you. “My name is Jason and I’m asking you out for a coffee date.”

You blush at the invitation. “I’m Y/N… and yes, of course.” You accept his invitation because this is the first time you have ever felt any attraction to a man. “But what about your brother’s book?” You gasp. 

Jason shakes his head. “Timbers won’t mind waiting an hour or two. He still needs rest after all.” Jason explains, the last time he texted Alfred, the old man had told him that Tim only just went to sleep. So he has a few hours to spare before he needs to go back to the manor. “So shall we go, Y/N?”

You smile at him and nod your head. “Lead the way then.”

paralian - Jimin (Spring Day series)

Originally posted by gotjimin

(n.) one who lives by the sea

I have a best friend.

At least I think I did… once.

I used to live in a small town secluded from the cities. It was unimportant to most maps but it was there, idle and unknown to most. The population didn’t go over a hundred and everyone knew each other like old friends.

I remembered getting up early in the morning and biking up the hill a few minutes from the main town. Daeyang was located by the seaside and it was a place where serenity lay and where time seemed to move slowly; unlike in big cities where people always seemed to be rushing after something.

I remembered loving and hating the place. Hate because it was so small, so suffocating sometimes. I dreamt of leaving this town once I graduate and find a job in the city; maybe become a screenplay writer or even better an actress that starred in movies (which I would be writing, of course).

Daeyang was a place detached from that world; a world that excited me, fascinated me. Once a month, my uncle visits us and brings in things like movies and the latest technology that came out like those amazing video games and cellular phone units.

Jimin liked those games a lot.

Jimin.

The train zipped passed and I felt the wheels rumbling beneath my feet as it rolled through the tracks.

The skies were dark outside as I’ve taken a ride in the middle of the night; a shotgun decision I had made right next to snagging the very last chance passenger slot at the airport.

My heart beat in a slow rhythm, a contrast to the whirl of emotions stirring within me.

I watched the darkened fields whipping past; a never ending sea of grass, hills, and earth. I leant my head against the cold glass of the window as the train took me away from the city… far away from what I once thought was everything to me.

~~~o~~~

Flashback (Many years ago)

Y/N once had a best friend.

He was the son of two of the nicest people anyone could have ever met in their lifetime. Mr. and Mrs. Park were the couple who lived by the sea in a white picket-fenced house a few minutes from the main town of Daeyang; that is if you’re going by car or bike.

Y/N went there everyday and Jimin and she would play by the shore; or at some special days, he would come along with her to town and they would go to Y/N’s grandmother’s diner, where they usually get a free bowl of ice cream each.

Samchon brought new movies, Jiminie. We should go watch it at home.”

Jimin nodded enthusiastically, chocolate ice cream smearing across his mouth. Y/N chuckled and grabbed a napkin before lifting herself up to reach over the table and wipe his face clean.

Jimin grinned as he held up a peace sign, and she stuck out her tongue at him before pinching his chubby cheeks.

“Ow! Noona!“ Jimin whined as he swatted her hand away.

"You can try eating more neatly, you know. Don’t just inhale that all up! There’s still tomorrow, Jimin.”

“But it’s so good!” Jimin almost moaned as he took another spoonful of ice cream.

“Anyway, I heard this new one is really good! It’s starring my favourite actress!”

“You say that about everyone.” Jimin pointed out with his spoon.

“That’s cause they’re all great.” Y/N sighed dreamily as she showed him her notebook where all her favourite movies were written: their plots, cast, and even her thoughts and reviews about them. “I want to be just like her when I grow up.”

A princess taken hostage and brought to her undoing?” Jimin asked jokingly as he read the synopsis, and she threw a napkin to his face. He laughed, eyes turning into small slits.

“No. An actress.” Y/N said a matter of fact as she let her chin rest on her palms. “I would have to get out of this place first, though. And go to college, then audition for roles…”

Jimin remained silent, nodding. He had always been the best listener; never complaining even if she ranted about this place being too small or told him about her dreams which she probably narrated to him hundreds of times.

“Do you think I can? It seems like a lot to do.” She murmured haplessly and she didn’t expect him to answer but he did. And it was a sentence that got her through a lot of hardships that came in her life; like the time she got called too “ordinary” at an audition and got turned down so many times she had lost count.

“Yeah, of course, Y/N noona… You can do anything.”

End of flashback

~~~o~~~

The whistle pierced through my ears as the brakes hissed and screeched to a halt. I had fallen asleep for a moment and when I opened my eyes, it was already the twilight hour and the cabin I was in was empty.

I sat up instantly and grabbed my duffle bag, the only one I brought for this spontaneous trip.

Stepping down from the train, I was met by the cool autumn wind along with a memory that threatened to suffocate me—making my chest twist in aching sadness upon the sight of the familiar station.

~~~o~~~

Flashback

“You’re going to write, okay? And if you get a hold of a phone, call me.”

Jimin was silent as he hugged Y/N, nodding against the juncture where her neck and shoulders met. He hadn’t said a word since the ride to the station, quiet and looking a little downhearted.

Y/N was eighteen while Jimin was sixteen when she left town to pursue her dreams. Jimin was still in high school thus couldn’t quite leave yet but he promised…he promised he’d follow. And that she should think of this as only a temporary separation.

Noona…don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.” Y/N slapped his chest lightly even though tears were already filling her eyes and staining her cheeks.

“I’ll…follow.” Jimin said with a small smile to reassure her. “I’ll come meet you.”

“You better.” Y/N said before hugging him tightly again.

Inside the train, Y/N sat by the window and saw Jimin standing there by the edge of the platform, smiling up at her. The engine rumbled as the train began to move and Y/N felt elated as her journey to her dreams began. But also a little saddened by the fact that her best friend couldn’t be there beside her.

Jimin walked alongside the train as it moved, even running slightly as it trudged faster through the tracks. Y/N’s palms were pressed flat against the glass as she felt herself move father away from him, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

Jimin stopped at the end of the platform, panting as he watched the train zip fast. Y/N frowned as his form became smaller and smaller, but reminded herself that this was only temporary and that they would see each other again. And so she lay back on her seat, thinking about the wonderful things she’ll be doing in the city.

Little did she know that Jimin had sunk to his knees at her loss, panting and gripping his chest as pain flared in his heart, causing his heart to beat erratically and his breathing turning abnormally shallow.

End of flashback

~~~o~~~

The town was quiet as the blue hour reached its last moments. Everything looked familiar yet different; from the shops lining the streets I used to go to, to the feeling of emptiness and strange detachment as it’s been years since I’ve been here.

Seven years, to be exact.

I passed by the old shoe salon and smiled slightly, remembering the white sneakers I had brought Jimin for his tenth birthday. I could still remember that day; how the smile lit up his face and probably the whole town. I’ve never seen anyone so happy to be receiving a pair of shoes before. His happiness made it worth it as I spent my money saving up for it instead of saving it for a trip with my uncle to the city.

Seeing Jimin smiling and happy was always worth it.

My smile faltered when I reached the diner. Halmeoni passed a couple of years before I left and it was a big blow considering she was the one who took care of me after my parents died at sea when I was two. She was my only family apart from my uncle, and when she had gone, it felt like a part of me was taken away.

The diner was open and it was currently run by a boy named Kim Jongdae, who was a good family friend. I couldn’t take over the business as I had planned on leaving, so we gave it to the Kim’s who took it whole heartedly for grandma’s sake.

I would come in say hello, but later. Right now, there was someone I needed to see.

~~~o~~~

Flashback

“Hey Dan, anything for me?”

Dan was the neighbourhood’s post man and delivered mail on a weekly basis. Y/N looked forward to his arrival as she always anticipated Jimin’s letters.

“Sorry Y/N, none for today.”

Y/N’s shoulder slumped at his words and told him to have a good day before saying goodbye and walking up to her dorm room.

It’s been two years since she arrived in L.A. After finishing college in Seoul, she flew to the states after being offered an internship at a production house. Y/N took it, finding it an opportunity to purse her Hollywood dreams.

She had gotten used to her new life after a year and half, which was more busy and harsh compared to her life back in South Korea. She was a small town girl suddenly thrown into the city life and it was overwhelming at first, but she had met some friends who helped her get around and soon Y/N moved around a city like she had been here for years, easily fitting in and getting around.

But the more she got used to it, the more, she realised, her old life slipped away from her grasp. And she tried so hard to keep that connection intact, but she wasn’t the one who had intentionally let go…

It’s been two years and Jimin should have graduated by now and followed as he promised. But he didn’t. In fact, he had stopped writing completely, leaving Y/N confused and clueless as to the reason why.

Time passed and life got even busier and Y/N couldn’t have waited for the mail to come forever. There came to a point that she no longer anticipated Dan’s arrival.

There came to a point where she had just given up on Jimin. Because it seemed like he had already given up on her…

He had already forgotten her.

End of flashback

~~~o~~~

By the time I arrived at the familiar hill, the sun was already peeking in the horizon, lighting up the sky.

Trudging up the small hill, I let out a gasp when I saw the expanse of blue waters and right at the bottom of the hill I was standing on was a familiar white house.

My heart hammered in my chest as I made my way down and upon arriving at the front door, I chewed on my lip as I knocked and waited for an answer.

I was almost afraid that I would be wrong and that the Park’s no longer lived here. But my source said they never left and I wasn’t sure what to feel when the door swung open and revealed a woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

“Y/N?” She asked in surprise and I confirmed that she was indeed the person I knew. Before I could speak, the woman had grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I almost cried right there.

Mrs. Park had aged a little in the seven years that I haven’t seen her. She now had wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and strands of white scattered across her hair. But she was still the gorgeous lady I remembered.

“Yes it’s me.” I murmured against her shoulder before letting go. “How are you, umma-ni?”

Mrs. Park smiled at the term. I’ve always called her mother even if I wasn’t her daughter by blood. Simply because she had known me since I was a baby and I was at their place most of the time I could’ve been mistaken as one of the Park’s.

“It’s been so long. You have grown so much. So beautiful!” She said as she touched my hair and I felt like I was twelve again when she braided my hair while Jimin stood and watched saying how having long hair seem so tiring and high maintenance.

Jimin, I suddenly thought and like a mother, Mrs. Park sensed the reason why I came.

“He’s out back. You know where.”

~~~o~~~

As I walked through the familiar sandy path towards the beach, I thought about what to say once I see him.

There were so many things going on in my head but mostly words of hate and disappointment for having cut off ties with me after all those years stood at the forefront. I may have left but he was the one who stopped writing.

He gave up first.

But was that really a reason to give up on him too?, a small voice in my head said, knowing I could have taken a flight back and visited if I wanted to. But I knew I couldn’t have considering right after college, work has imprisoned me in a cage of unending deadlines and workload.

I worked at a production company in Hollywood after having given up on auditioning for roles. I couldn’t take keep doing it only to get rejected every single time. I needed money to survive, and a stable job was the only thing that could give me that.

So I worked behind the scenes as a production assistant and climbed up the ranks. It was slow but I was able to do it and currently I was now the one holding auditions. It seemed that I had a knack for seeing talent and so my career took on a slight turn and I became a casting director slash producer.

Through the sleepless nights of shooting and writing, and full days of auditioning hundreds of hopeful actors and actresses, I barely found time to sit and watch my favorite movies or write back letters which I knew would be left unanswered.

Time, and life in general simply made us grow apart.

The autumn wind blew and I hugged my arms to keep warm. It was much colder here considering the sea breeze was stronger. But it was fresher; so different from the air I’m used to breathing back in L.A.

Upon reaching the beach, I saw a form sitting by the shoreline.

It was a boy wearing a striped sweater and jean shorts. He was hugging his legs to his chest, chin lying comfortably on his knees as he watched the waves lapping on the shore.

I felt my chest tighten at the sight for right there was Park Jimin, my best friend.

At least, to me he still was.

I walked down the beach, approaching him and he must’ve sensed my presence for he looked back and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights as I halted in place.

Jimin looked at me blankly before recognition dawned on his face and his eyes widened slightly, causing him to stand up shakily from the sands. We stood there just staring at each other for a while and I couldn’t help but observe the changes since I last saw him.

He had grown a lot taller and his face had matured. No longer were chubby cheeks, now replaced by eminent cheekbones and a sharp jaw line.

Jimin was no longer the boy I once knew and loved. He was now a man that was both familiar and a stranger to my eyes.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked in disbelief, breaking the eerie silence between us and I almost cried at the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. “You—what are you doing here?“

His question pierced my heart as it sounded like he didn’t even want me here. I planned on saying hello first; to ease into the conversation but the emotions whirling inside of me at the sight of him was too strong that I couldn’t help the sharpness of my tongue.

"I’m surprised you still know me.” I said bitterly. “I thought I might need to introduce myself again.”

Jimin frowned deeply at that. “Y/N—”

“Because I wrote letters, Jimin. But you didn’t write back.” I said and Jimin swallowed hard, looking guilty. “Why?”

Jimin didn’t answer for a while and I wanted to shake him so he’d show more emotions rather than that blank and kind of lost expression on his face.

“I didn’t because… I couldn’t do my promise.” He replied. "I’ve come to realize that this place…is where I belong. So I stayed here and helped out my parents instead.”

I pressed my lips together in a thin line, feeling pained at the fact that he had the courage to lie to me like that.

“You could have answered back at least? Told me that?” I said, voice breaking at the last word.

“I knew you were busy with your new life in LA. I… I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“A bother.” I echoed and I saw something break in his blank expression. “You didn’t want to be a bother so you just cut off ties with me just like that?” I chuckled humorlessly. “You chose to forget me instead.”

“I…” Jimin looked like he was running out of excuses to say and so I went on ahead to make it easier for him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

Jimin snapped up at my words and I saw fear flash briefly in his eyes. His lower lip quivered as he opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He probably didn’t expect I would know.

But I did.

It was a couple of days ago when I met with Hana, an old classmate in high school; one of the good friends I had apart from Jimin from Daeyang. We caught up for a bit and I discovered she recently moved here to the states to live with her American husband.

“Oh how are you and Jimin? Aren’t you two like… inseparable back then?”

That’s when I told her that I didn’t contact him anymore and that we ceased writing to each other a few years ago. I told her how Jimin probably forgot about me and decided to stay by the sea instead. He seemed to love it more over there anyway.

At my words, Hana looked surprised and told me things that made everything do a 360-degree turn.

She told me that Jimin’s had a heart problem from as early as he was born, one that caused blood to pump irregularly through his body. It was manageable while he was still young, probably why I never noticed. And he only needed to stay away from activities that required exerting too much effort.

Suddenly, I remembered how Jimin got tired so easily when we used to play.

Hana continued on and when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it just did when she told me that Jimin had cancer. They found out about the blood disease a couple of years right after I left…which was also the time he had stopped responding to my letters.

That night, I drove straight to the airport and grabbed whatever flight was available to South Korea and flew here.

And now that I was standing before him, I couldn’t help but feel weakened as the truth stared me in the face.

“Jimin.” I called and he closed his eyes. My eyes pricked with tears as I stared at his face. He was so pale, and he had become so thin since the last time I saw him. So very thin.

Thinking about that made me guilty; made me feel like a total jerk because for years, I never contacted him having been busy with my own life. I never even saw this; saw the real reason as to why he wouldn’t come to the city and pursue his own dreams. For years, I believed that he intended that we grow apart.

But he wasn’t the boy who lived by the sea by choice.

I knew that now.

Jimin looked away from me, the wind blowing through his hair as we stood there on the shore. I wanted to step in and hug him but I was frozen in place.

“I… I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin finally spoke and it seemed like the beach had gone quiet, his voice echoing through my ears. “You told me so much about your dreams… the things you wanted to do once you got out of here, and I wanted you to reach them so badly. I wanted you to succeed so much I was willing to…” He paused, shaking his head. “I wanted you to leave without anything holding you back.”

“You promised me you were going to follow.” I said, feeling hot tears flowing down my cheeks. “Even when you already knew you wouldn’t be able to. I would’ve understood! If you would have just told me—”

“I didn’t want you to feel burdened.” Jimin simply repeated and hot—angry—tears burst out of my eyes.

“But you made me think you didn’t care anymore, Jimin!” I shouted at him and he winced, the pain eminent on his face. “I believed it for years and then you just stopped writing and I…I thought you hated me and then I find out you—” I gasped out and Jimin had his lips pressed tightly together as if preventing his own tears to come. “You were my best friend, Jimin. And for years I believed I was nothing to you.”

“No.” Jimin shook his head, chest heaving slightly as he took a step closer to me. “Of course not, Y/N! You were my best friend too. You—you mean everything to me.”

“Then you should’ve told me the truth.” I said as I turned from him, crossing my arms stubbornly.

Silence hovered over us until I heard a soft thud that made me turn around. My eyes widened when I saw Jimin kneeling on the sand, clutching at his chest.

“Jimin!”

I immediately went over to him, kneeling down and grabbing his face as it contorted in pain. My heart hammered in my chest in panic and I was about to call out for help when Jimin’s hand held my cheek; his touch cold yet gentle.

“I’m okay,” he reassured as he huffed out with a smile, thought it looked like he was trying hard to look okay for my  sake. “I’m just…” he breathed out and smiled up at me. “So happy to see you again.”

Another tear fell from my eye and Jimin caught it with his thumb.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”

Looking at his pale cheeks and chapped lips, I could no longer stop myself and the sobs bubbled out of my chest. I closed the distance between us and hugged him. Jimin’s arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me just as tightly; as if afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear.

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. God. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

We stayed there just hugging, kneeling on the sands as the waves gently kissed the shoreline. Right then, I never realized just how incomplete I was until Jimin filled that spot that’s been empty all this time; making me whole again.

~~~o~~~

Jimin and I fell into our usual ways like the seven years spent apart never happened. We spent our days walking by the beach as Jimin needed to do some exercise at least a few hours a day, as well as a breath of fresh air. It was one of the reasons why he couldn’t leave the place. It was mostly for medical reasons.

From the time we spent, I learned that Jimin found out about the cancer—Leukaemia—a couple of years back and that he stopped responding to treatments since last year. He said it like it was a completely normal thing to say when hearing it made me want to break down and cry.

“I saw the movies you worked in.” Jimin said one night, as we were sitting by the shoreline with a bonfire as our source of warmth. We were wrapped up in a blanket, sharing only one as Jimin cheekily suggested body heat was better so we ought to just share. Now here we were side by side, wrapped up in one soft and comfortable blanket as the stars shone brightly above us.

I snorted. “You watched movies while here?”

“Hey, we might not have phone signal here but we’ve managed to improve a little.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“We have cable now.”

At that I laughed and leant my head against his shoulder. The cackling of the fire filled the dead air as I stared at the darkened and still sea.

“We lost so much time together.” I suddenly said and I felt Jimin sigh. “I can’t possibly bring those years back.”

“That was my fault, I guess. I didn’t mean to make you think I forgot about you. Because I didn’t Y/N. I thought about you everyday.”

I smiled at his words and hugged his arm. “I thought about you too…even if I hated your guts.”

Jimin chuckled at that and pressed closer to her. “How are your auditions coming along? I mean I know you’re a casting director so you’re on the inside now and that’s great, right?”

“Oh.” I paused, realizing I haven’t told him about giving up on the actress dream. “I…I don’t audition anymore.”

Jimin looked down at me with a frown. “Why not?”

I sighed. “Well, because Hollywood is much harsher than we thought. There were prettier girls to cast and the competition is deadly. I became a casting director instead and it isn’t so bad. I like my job a lot. The movies ought to have better faces on the screen anyways and I’m happy to help them find it.“

There was a pause before I felt myself being turned. Jimin faced me and cupped my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheeks tenderly.

"That’s a lie. You are the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever known. And if Hollywood can’t see that then it’s their loss.”

I looked into his eyes and something shifted. All of a sudden, I wasn’t just staring at Park Jimin, my childhood best friend. I was staring at a man who called me beautiful, who held me like I was as fragile as glass and looked at me like he would rather look at only me for the rest of eternity.

“Y/N.”

“Jimin.”

And our lips met halfway.

As we kissed, I thought how funny it was that I never even realized how in love I was with him. I’ve been in love with Jimin for years…I just never worded it out.

“You have no idea…” He gasped out against my lips. “How long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“Since when?” I asked teasingly as I pecked his lips once more, making him smile.

“Since you wiped off the chocolate ice cream from my mouth when I was twelve.”

At that I laughed and kissed him more passionately, thinking how I unconsciously wanted to kiss him then too.

My hand made its way to his chest and I felt the rapid beating of his heart, calling my attention.

“Jimin,” I gasped out and his lips slid to my cheek then down to my jaw, kissing it tenderly. “You shouldn’t,” I tapped his chest lightly. “Are you okay?”

Jimin moved back a little to look me in the eye; his lips swollen, cheeks redder than I’ve seen it since I got here, and eyes full of love and adoration it shook me to the core. He took my hand and placed it above his heart, which was beating quite fast.

“It always beats like this for you.” He murmured and I wanted to cry from happiness then. “You make me breathless… in a good way.”

And with that I leant down and kissed him again, with the moon and the stars as the only witnesses to our love.

~~~o~~~

Jimin and I spent the next three months in our own little paradise; making up for the years spent apart while loving each other in a way we both have wanted to for so long.

Jimin put on a smile on his face everyday despite the fact that his disease was eating him up little by little. We all knew he only had a few months left before his sickness finally took over him, and I set the sadness aside and thought that how he would want to spend his days being happy…and seeing me smiling along with him.

From my arrival at fall, winter came and we had the best Christmas together. We spent it with family and some of our old friends.

By January, the jolliness of the season dispersed as the new year brought new complications from Jimin’s sickness. Sometime in the middle of the month, Jimin began to have trouble getting up and walking. But he still managed to do so and we would walk by the beach every morning and sit there by the shore just watching the waves and telling each other stories.

By February, things got worse as Jimin weakened and it was getting difficult to look at him as his face paled even more and his body weight dropped.

“You know he has never been happier since you came. I hope you know that.” Mrs. Park said to me one day when she caught me staring at Jimin who was sleeping soundly on the chair at the front porch.

I laid a blanket over him to keep him warm before sitting beside him and leaning my head on his shoulder. Jimin stirred and leant his head over mine, his hand easily finding mine to hold beneath the blanket. It was so natural, the way our bodies gravitated towards one another and it hurts to know this moment couldn’t last forever.

~~~o~~~

“Can we sit?” Jimin asked while walking down the beach and I helped him on the sand before sitting beside him.

“Are you okay?” I asked and he nodded, looking at me with a small smile. He was so pale today and I couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in my chest at the sight.

“You know I always wondered why this had to happen to me.” He said and I glanced at him with a frown. “Why the heavens just made me sick and decided to take me in earlier than most.”

I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay and let him speak.

“To be honest, I’ve accepted it a long time ago. I was sick since I was born. My heart has never been normal… but I still wondered why. Why me…?”

“Maybe…” I swallowed hard, having difficulty holding in my tears. I agreed with him that it was unfair. He was so young—23-years-old and at the prime of his youth to be sick and dying. “Maybe the heavens have something better planned for you.”

“Hmm.” Jimin nodded, considering it. “You believe in the after life?”

“I do.” I said, trying to keep him—and myself—hopeful.

Jimin nodded. “But I still hate it.”

“Being sick?” To my surprise, Jimin shook his head.

“No… Leaving you.”

I closed my eyes painfully shut as tears flowed from my eyes and I shook my head at him, trying to deny the truth that was already predetermined. He was dying and there was no stopping it.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said as he kissed my forehead tenderly and I cried even more as it felt like a goodbye. “You are and will always will be the only one I’ll ever love.”

“I love you too.” I whispered. “I love you too.”

~~~o~~~

A few days later, Jimin and I sat by our usual spot on the beach and he seemed more tired than usual. He hardly spoke and I had to half-carry him to the beach even if I strongly protested he just stay inside the house. But Jimin was determined and pleaded to go the shorelines and who was I to say no?

We sat there silently, with Jimin’s head nestled against my shoulder.

“Y/N?” He spoke after a long while and my lips quivered as I answered.

“Yes?”

“You keep auditioning, alright? Don’t give up.”

A tear slipped from my eye as I nodded weakly. “I— I won’t.“

"And be happy.” I nodded again, unable to speak.

"I love you.” He added and it was almost a whisper.

“I love you too.”

There was a pause as he shifted slightly, his breathing seeming too loud in my ears despite the sound of the waves lapping on the shore surrounding us.

“Y/N, I’m tired…”

I let my hand hold the side of his face and kissed the crown of his head before leaning my cheek against him.

“Sleep, love.” I said, voice shaking as I kept my eyes on the waves. “It’s okay. I love you so much, Jimin.“

If I was looking down at him then, I knew he would’ve smiled.

Tears fell from my eyes like rain the moment I felt him too still, his breathing no longer audible.

Jimin.“ I gasped out as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I let myself hold his still form, hugging him tightly with his head nestled against my chest as I cried out in grief. I could no longer feel the beating of his heart and it felt like the life was being sucked out of me. My whole body shook as I sobbed and it felt like the world was ending…

Simply because my world was no longer here.

~~~o~~~

(5 years later - Winter)

"And the Academy goes to…”

Time seemed to stop as the people around me stood and applauded, looking down at me with bright smiling faces.

My mouth hung open, unbelieving my name had been called out and my manager, Kristine, was the one who pulled me off my seat and practically dragged me to the stage to accept the Oscar.

I won. I won best supporting actress.

I took the trophy with shaking hands, and thanked the announcer before finally facing the crowd. I gave out my speech which I had written the night before, considering I never really expected to get the award, not with my fellow nominees being so great in their respective films.

I went on to thank the people that made this film possible; from producers, directors, and writers.

“Lastly, I would like to thank that one person who never stopped believing in me. He’s…he’s the reason I am here fulfilling my dream and I couldn’t have done anything without him.”

I leant back from the mic and blew a kiss to the heavens, whispering, “I love you Jimin. We did it.”

And the crowd gave me another round of applause.

~~~o~~~

(Spring)

Most days I miss him.

It took a long while before the pain subsided into a quiet longing; my heart aching at anything that reminded me of him.

But as I promised him, I went on living and continued to pursue my dreams. It was two years later after Jimin passed when I got a callback and eventually got a role starring next to some big shot movie stars. It was my big break, and everything went on from there.

Five years later, last winter to be exact, I won an Oscar for my most recent film and I was thankful and humbled by the blessing though at the back of my head, I knew I would trade it for a chance to see him again without a second thought.

To be with him again.

But life always did give you a hard time, but never without reason. If it weren’t for Jimin… if I hadn’t come back to him, I wouldn’t have realized how I was wasting my time living someone else’s dream. He reminded me of who I was… the person I had lost when we grew apart. I owed him everything and I knew the only way to repay him was to keep going… to keep living and being happy.

~~~o~~~

Flashback

“This is also so unfair to you. You didn’t even have a chance to live your dreams.” I said to him and Jimin merely chuckled before approaching. He hugged me from behind; his chin nestling on the my shoulder and his arms caging me as his hands lay on the wooden rail of the front porch.

“Of course I did. Seeing you happy and successful was all I could ever want.” Jimin said as he kissed my bare shoulder. “Don’t you see? You are my dream, Y/N.”

End of flashback

~~~o~~~

I sat down on the sand and opened my notebook. It was a special one for not only did I write about my favourite films here… it’s also where I kept all the polaroids I had taken with Jimin in his last days.

I turned to the last page where my favorite photo laid, and it was a picture of Jimin looking over his shoulder with a small smile. A smile that was neither sad or completely elated…

It was a smile that said, “Be happy.”

A look that said, “I’ll miss you. But we’ll be okay.”

I miss you, I thought as I looked out at the sea and felt the warmth of spring hovering over me like a cloud. I realized then that like the seasons, pain and darkness were never meant to be eternal.

But our love was.

And so yes, I’ll be okay.

END


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Lean fingers ran over a taunt face, feeding magic and feeling out what more healing magic her body needed. The black polish shone in the dark, further emphasizing the metallic hues of his rings, attracting attention as they danced, smoothing a ridge in her nose and vein, once dark now slightly more faded. Only a couple more weeks and Dot would finally be able to bear to watch her reflection in the mirror.

Magnus was sure she didn’t know he knew. She had no idea he’d noticed how she flinched every time she accidentally stumbled on anything that showed her reflection, even the polished oak of the end table she’d bumped into the previous night.

Her hands had trembled, fingers slowly risen to run their lengths over her face, a brief look of horror and pain spreading over her features before she’d slipped the mask back on and had continued on her way. Magnus was sure that if he’d been in the room, she wouldn’t have even let that much through.

Dorothea Rollins had loyalty in her bones and wore her pride like an armour. It was a pride innate in every warlock. Their lives depended on it, not just because only they could determine their own worth—their world made certain to tell them as often as it could, that it didn’t think they were worth that much—but because it was that and sheer stubbornness that got them through dark times, the pride that they showed the world to prevent it from seeing the chink in their armour and catching a whiff that they were just about to shatter into tiny little fragments. All that time with Valentine had wreaked havoc on her. And only her pride was keeping her standing at the moment.

He had no intention of stripping her of it.

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2,199

So I haven’t written anything in c. 2,199 days but that finale ruined me and this just sort of happened. AU where Clarke almost doesn’t radio Bellamy every day for six years, it’s a stretch but I did my best. Spoilers for the last episode of season four below. 1,295 words. Complete garbage. AO3


Somewhere on earth, 2155

Even in the dark moments between sleeping and waking, Clarke knew something was wrong. She woke suddenly as if emerging from icy water, immune to everything except the fear, the rushing in her ears and the pounding of her heart. She tries to draw breath but can’t, can’t hold onto anything long enough to calm herself down. Her head turned searchingly from side to side, but the world was too dark and out of focus. I’m going to die, she thought. Then she felt a soft but solid thing beside her, something small and warm and alive. 

“Madi.” Clarke gasped, murmuring the girl’s name, her eyes finally focused on the child sleeping soundly beside her. Taking another gulp of beautiful air, she reached out to stroke Madi’s hair away from her face, suddenly needing to really see her. She looked younger than her years, as she always did in sleep. Her brows were slightly raised, her long dark hair spread out beneath her. She was also smiling, and Clarke wondered what she was dreaming about.

Clarke spends a few quiet moments playing with a braid in Madi’s hair. It’s not long before her heart rate slows, and she manages to sits up. 

They’d fallen asleep in the rover again. Clarke cranes her neck back and sees that the lights are off, so she either remembered them before they’d fallen asleep or she had killed the battery. It doesn’t matter to her now, but something else does. She just can’t put her finger on what it is. Although fully awake, whatever it was is still tugging away at her, not quite silenced in her mind. 

Clarke tugged her sketchbook out from underneath Madi’s small hand, and quietly slipped away so as not to wake her. The rover creaks slightly as she steps out, turning away from the dark part of the wood and towards the ridge, where she sees the light coming over the edge of the world. The navy sky is bleeding into green, and the horizon is already starting to yellow. The day will be beautiful. 

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The Very Bones Of You.

This is a continuation of Sonas/Happiness which was supposed to be a one shot but it had a fantastic reaction and actually this instalment will lead directly to another prompt I have received (watch this space!) So please enjoy my own version of events for early Voyager times - *spoilers for fans of the show only* H xxx P.S this is the first time I have ever written in Claire’s voice so please do bear with me if it feels a little off - I’m working it out :-)

I remembered a time in which the cold did not seep so easily into my bones, a time when my calves did not ache with the ascension of a single slope. I looked down at the grassy bank, just visible beneath the clutch of fabric in my hands and frowned. The grass, if it could reasonably be called grass at the length it was, had made various little nicks and cuts across my knuckles and for a moment I considered shrugging out of the woollen dress and continuing upwards in just my shift and stockings and bitter March wind be damned.

“Alright, Sassenach?”

I looked up, still grinning fiendishly at the thought of leaving the heavy garment to the elements and saw Jamie smiling back at me with a mix of amusement and pity. Clearly my laboured breathing had been more pronounced than I realised and I forced my trembling legs back into motion, lunging up the hill with a renewed determination.

“Of course, just … enjoying the view.”

The cheeriness of my tone and the vacant wave across the expanse of valley below us did nothing but cause Jamie to raise one arched red brow in my direction and hold out his hand.

“Let me help ye, lass.”

“Unless you mean to carry me …”

“I probably could. Ye’re a wee wisp of a thing! Did they no’ have proper food in Boston?”

Jamie caught my elbow as I huffed past him and helped me over a sudden rocky patch of earth, his own feet sure and steady on the uneven ground.

“Ha! Flatterer! They had plenty of food and I assure you, I ate plenty of it!”

I immediately regretted trying a form a full sentence as the air left my lungs in a rush of words and seemed to remain empty whilst I gasped, sweat prickling beneath my hair.

“Ach. Weel if ye did, I ken where it’s all gone.”

Jamie grinned with an exaggerated glance at my posterior. I rolled my eyes but didn’t have the energy for further banter. We crested the top of the hill and I all but collapsed onto the nearest boulder, mopping my forehead with my already sweat soaked handkerchief and grimacing. Jamie had settled on the ground before me, like a little boy in class ready for story time from his favourite teacher but his face was carefully blank – like Brianna’s before confessing to some naughtiness when she was a little girl.  

“So, we are now safely in the middle of nowhere - what is it you have to tell me?”

The element of surprise most often worked with Bree and sure enough, colour touched Jamie’s cheekbones that could not be put down to the cold alone.

“As a matter of fact there is something, Sassenach. I should have told ye sooner but … well. I should have and I did not and ye may hold me accountable in whatever manner ye please but I would ask that ye let me finish the telling before ye have your say.”

His head had been bowed but he looked directly at me as he spoke, his eyes fixed on my own and I saw both fear and love, each battling to outdo the other and I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Jamie, whatever it is … I’m here. We’re here. We can tackle it together.”

He made a sound half way between a laugh and a moan and stood up, his whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous tension and my own leg twitched beneath me in response.

“What is it then?”

“I … Claire, I …”

He came and stood before me, arms held rigidly at his side and his gaze burning through me, furious and wild, his emotions barely contained and for the first time, I was afraid.

“Jamie, please…”

He nodded once, then twice and finally took a breath that drew his shoulders upward before releasing it slowly through his nose. I felt almost ready to scream, panic rising in my chest with every heartbeat but forced myself to stillness, waiting for him to speak.

“I got re-married, Claire. A few years ago when I was released from my debt of servitude in England, when I came back to Lallybroch and Jenny couldna stand my listlessness anymore… it was arranged and I was wed to a widow … and …”

Jamie had started pacing, gesturing with his hands when the words stuck in his throat but I could barely hear what he was saying. The wind seemed to howl around me, through me, blocking my ears and wrenching moisture from my eyes that I did not want to feel against my cheek. Everything seemed to sharpen into focus. The way the grey light of the sky above accentuated the deep bronze threads of his hair and muted the gold. How his shirt pulled against the powerful swell of his shoulders and his lips, slightly chapped with the cold, formed the words he spoke with a delicate precision. The rough feel of his hands on my skin as he cupped my face between them and his eyes, those beautiful, slanted eyes that he had passed down to his daughter, our daughter. Brianna. Oh Bree! To have put her through all that I had only for it to come to this …

As swiftly as thick grey blankets of fog engulf unsuspecting moors in winter, misery covered me like a shroud and I found myself too numb even to weep for all that I had lost and all that I had given away.

“Please say something Claire. I ken ye must be…”

I pushed his hand away and drew upon what little courage I had left.

“We don’t need to talk about it Jamie. If you could ask Ian or one of the boys to see me back to Craigh na Dunn…”

“NO!”

The violence in his voice shook the layers of shock cocooning me from the full impact of his confession but it was his hands on my arms that penetrated it, the sudden heat of him, and the feel of his fingers biting into my flesh. I looked away and closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of him. Mine and yet not mine at all.

“When we first wed, you were marrit and ye had to make a choice. There is no choice for me Claire, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Jamie, don’t …”

“Look at me.”

I kept my eyes shut and felt the air stir by my cheek a split second before the warmth of his palm settled there again, as gentle as a hummingbirds kiss.

“Look at me, damn ye Claire. See the truth of it for yourself and know what ye are to me, what ye have always been and will always be.”

“I can’t. If I look at you … if … I … I won’t be able to leave you.”

My voice cracked and broke over the words as Jamie lifted me to sitting.

“Please Claire.”

I swallowed and forced myself to look; I didn’t want to but something deeper than want compelled me to it and I moved on instinct for it was all I had the strength to do.

He looked tired and afraid and in the moment before I blinked, I saw his twenty-six year old self, sending me away to protect our un-born child, the same haunted lines of misery in the corner of his mouth. Yes there was love, as there had always been love. But I had been a fool to think it was enough to overcome all other disruptions of life for twenty years. I had been a fool to come back and expect it to all be the same.

“I should not have disrupted your life like this. I had no idea you had … I found no mention of a … a second wife in the history books … but I am glad you know of Brianna. You deserved to know about her.”

My voice shook again but held firm and did not break.  

“I am glad ye came back.”

“You shouldn’t be!”

I shook my head and slapped my hand against the earth in frustration.

“Jamie, you are married!”

“Aye! To you!”

“No … I mean… yes but …”

“You are my first wife Claire, the only woman I have ever truly loved and you think I would cast ye aside for a sham marriage that Jenny concocted? Christ!”

“It’s not about casting me aside! It’s about what is right!”

“THIS IS RIGHT!”

Jamie roared, his face flaming as the fire of his temper lit and caught

“You are my heart Claire! I love the verra bones of ye! Do ye ken what it has been like to live without ye?”

“Of course I fucking know! I’ve done the same as you and more! I raised your child!”

We were nose to nose, our voices raised and echoing off of the ancient stone around us, twenty years of hurt compressed into the clipped sentences we could manage to form coherently.

“Then dinna speak of leaving for I canna bear it!”

“You think I can? What would you have me do?!”

“STAY WITH ME!”

I could not say which of us started it, perhaps it was him, perhaps it was me, but we came together with the fierce and desperate longing that I had remembered from our parting twenty years before. It was not the cautious love-making of Edinburgh, nor the joyous coupling of our days since. We were fighting with the need to consume each other, the metallic taste of blood between our lips and teeth marks blooming from stark white to heavy bruised purple on collar bones. The slap of hands against taught flesh and muscles quivering with the assault of our combined efforts.

The salt of his tears stung the abrasions his teeth had left on my breast as I clutched him to me at the last, the colours of him exploding behind my eyes as my voice rose toward the grey sky above, the noise entwined with his own cry.

“Thoir maitheanas dhomh. Thoir maitheanas dhomh, mo Gradhe.”
 

Jamie’s voice was hoarse, his cheek pressed into the damp earth beside my ear. My fingers stroked the thick tresses of his hair almost without my bidding. The weight of his body pressed me into the earth, our joining an anchor for us both. I clenched my muscles and felt him move, an answering touch at the very core of my being.

“There is nothing to forgive, Jamie.”

“Whatever there was between us is there still Claire, do ye no’ feel it?”

I nodded. Whatever else was true, it was between us still, the force which had been powerful enough to survive war and starvation, even lift the veil of time itself. I love the verra bones of ye he had said and I knew it to be the absolute truth for us both for even separated by two hundred years when all that had remained of him was bones, my heart had pined for its mate and here in his arms was where I felt the most alive I ever had.

Turning my head to face him, I realised that the decision was not mine to make. To say good bye or to move forward was not a choice I had; for I had placed my bets and allowed the chips to fall as they may and I had won more than I had any right to dare hope for. Jamie was alive, I had found him, and we loved one another still. Now I needed only to gather my winnings and carry on.

“What do we do now?”

Project Partners - Taeyong

I know this isn’t superrrr great but I tried hard. I hope you like it, have a great day - Em x

Originally posted by nctinfo


Requests: Can you do a scenario teacher put you in a group with Taeyong who you have never talked before. You think he is a typical badboy but after being partners you see him in a new light? Thank you :)

 Genre: Fluff

 Word Count: 1836

“Everyone stand at the back instead of taking a seat. Today I’m setting a project and after last time there is no way you get to pick your own partners.” Your teacher said. Everyone groaned but you knew it was true. Half of last terms projects were laughable. You were still a bit disgruntled though, one of your best friends was in this class and you could have had so much fun together. You just hoped you got partnered with someone vaguely decent.

Your teacher began to list names of your classmates. She had managed to partner everyone with someone they barely knew.

“y/b/f and Yuta,” The teacher said handing them a project pack. “y/n and Taeyong,” she called out next. If you had been cheekier you would have protested at this. Taeyong was just some badboy in your year who chased after a different girl each week and didn’t bother with anything. That’s what everyone said.

Your friend shot you a sympathetic look before turning around and grinning at Yuta. She had had a crush on him for ages, he was nice and cute so she was lucky to have him for a partner.

You sat down at a desk next to Taeyong and gave him a quick, fake smile. The teacher walked up to the board and wrote the deadline, a week from now, in big letters.

“We have done many projects in the past but I thought we would do something a bit more interesting for you this time,” she announced. “In your pair, each of you will have to present about the other person and something you have learned from each other this week. This is another reason you can’t go with your friends. You may have the rest of the lesson to discuss with your partner.”

Your teacher pulled out her laptop and put headphones in. Your social science class wasn’t always the most educational fo your classes.

You turned to Taeyong.

“Um… hey so I’m y/n,” You said to him smiling as best you could. Taeyong raised his eyebrows and grinned.

“You’re a pretty girl,” He said to you with a wink. “I’m lucky in that regard,” You internally groaned. Was it humanly possible to work with him? This was one of the many questions you had. But you ignored him.

“What days are you free?” You asked him politely. But he didn’t reply he had gotten out his phone and was texting someone. You didn’t mind faking happiness but he could at least pay attention.

“Hey, Taeyong!” You said tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up at you, seemingly amused that you were still trying to work.

“I asked you what days you were free to work, that is if you’re not too busy beating people up or chasing after poor girls or whatever you do in your free time. I don’t really feel like doing the whole project myself but I mean with you has a partner what should have I expected.”

He looked surprised by your small outburst, it wasn’t immediately obvious but you could have sworn a flash of hurt ran across his face before his smirk regained its usual place. He was about to speak but the bell rang.

“Look you can do whatever, but if you want to help meet me in the library tomorrow after school,” you told him getting up. “But don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to show.”

The next day after the last bell rang you walked down to the library with your best friend.

“Yuta is so kind and he is really good at this project, I’m having so much fun,” she gushed her cheeks blushing red when she saw Yuta waiting for her in the library. Your eyes scanned the room but there was absolutely no sign of Taeyong. 

If he was gonna show there was no way he would be early. But then you felt a tap on your own shoulder. You looked around to see Taeyong grinning at you as he sat down.

“I’m here to work y/n,” he said saluting you. He was funny, you would give him that.

“Great,” you replied, smiling earnestly this time. “So then tell me about yourself, Taeyong Lee,”

“There isn’t much to say really, I’m seventeen and I like to have a good time,” He grinned, you did the opposite and frowned.

“Taeyong seriously?” you questioned. “My part of the report can’t be ‘yeah this is Taeyong and he likes to party,’ we would get an F, you idiot,”

Taeyong shrugged.

“Not everyone is what you want them to be. I’m an out of control badboy who gets into fights, drinks, smokes and chases after helpless girls. That’s what people say right.” He told you looking down at his desk.

You looked at him sceptically. You had a feeling that this wasn’t a whole truth. Just by showing up he had shown he was different to what people said. But that didn’t really say much. It wasn’t proof of character enough.

“Fine,” you said relenting. “I will tell you first. I’m y/n and one day I hope to achieve something that shows I can be great. I want to do well and make and impression on people,”

He interrupted you, “Babe you made an impression on me with just one glance,” You cracked a small smile.

“How do you get girls with such terrible lines, gosh Taeyong, is your secret you’re a wizard?” You asked him.

“Oh, yes y/n you see I’m the Asian harry potter,” he flicked his pencil forward at you as if casting a spell. “Makeus this girlus fallus in loveus with meus!” he shouted. The whole library turned around at his sudden cry. The librarian cast you both a look that would kill.

It was all so funny, Taeyong being so childish and the shocked looks of others you couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

“Already you’re proving everyone wrong about the badboy. You are such an idiot Taeyong. Wait…,” you stopped. “Is the humour how you reel the girls in?” you asked curiously. Because if it was it was working.

“Nope. That would ruin my image. The humour is just for you baby girl,” He wiggled his eyebrows. “The other girls can’t avoid being taken in by my beautiful face because my face is beautiful. But not as beautiful as yours.” Taeyong said with his classic smirk back.

“Why are you trying to reel me in then, if the other girls like you more easily?” You questioned.

Taeyong blushed slightly pink. You thought your eyes were playing tricks.

“Because those girls only want one thing from me, and me from them. But that’s not what I want from you. Well, not all I want anyway. I won’t tell a lie. You intrigue me y/n, which is why I think you should go on a date with me.” He said. He sounded confident but you could just about tell the nervousness in his voice.

“Tell you what Taeyong, if we get an A on the project we can go on a date, but that means you have to tell me about the actual Taeyong. You are more than a badboy I can see it,” You answered.

“Fair deal,” he agreed. “Well then… I’m Taeyong and I don’t enjoy getting into fights, I just can’t help it. I have a slightly short temper. I feel pressured to hold up a reputation I don’t even like and I don’t know why. I sleep with lots of girls because the one I always liked from afar can’t see through my façade and I never have the guts to talk to her which in turn makes me angrier and I beat up more people. I want to be a good person, I don’t even like drinking that much. In fact, my favourite thing to do is to sing.” He dropped his face into his hands.

“Ah I can’t do this y/n, I seem so dumb,”

“Nah that was the best thing that you have ever said,” you said happily.

“Can I hear you sing?” you asked later as you were walking home with him.

“Absolutely not. No way. Never gonna happen.” He said walking faster to get away from you.

You ran to catch up and grabbed his arm lightly, just enough to stop him.

“Please,” You asked grinning, “I will do anything if you sing. Just two lines that’s it. Please Taeyong?” you asked. Both of you had just spent two hours writing up one of the bets social science reports of all time.

“Anything?” he asked eyes widening. You nodded.

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Okayyyy fine.” He said and stopped walking. “This is so awkward, here goes nothing…

It’s too much, your red lips

Un Bel Viso, all of you

Makes me imagine an image of an angel

Only mine, you got to be mine

 His voice was so beautiful. He turned around shy.

“Omg Tae that was so great, if I could sing like you I would never stop singing!” you praised him.

He smiled brightly.

“Glad you liked it baby girl. But now you have to do that one thing for me.” He said. You nodded wondering what he would say.

“y/n,” he said seriously. “I want you to kiss me,” and he didn’t have to tell you twice. You took a step towards him. He eyes flickered briefly between your eyes and lips but almost as quickly they pressed together. Your lips caressing each other softly but passionately. It lit a fire inside you.

He pulled away after a few seconds and leant his forehead against yours.

“I really hoped I proved I was different. Because I realised it doesn’t matter if other don’t know who I am. But it does matter that you do.”

“Don’t worry, I think I have a clear idea. And I like this new Taeyong a lot.”

He was beyond sweet from that point on. That weekend you went on an ice cream date and fed ducks at the park. He was the opposite of your preconceptions.

So, the next week in class when it was your turn you felt confident. Taeyong started off with a nice little talk about how people were sweet and we needed to take chances to get to know them like he did with you.

“To conclude, before this I thought I knew who Taeyong was. But people aren’t always the way they present themselves or the way people say. Sometimes it’s just easier to act a certain way. Taeyong is one of the best people I have ever met and I only know that because he had to prove it to me. We should try and see beyond people’s outward attitudes.”

Taeyong gave you a hug and a warm smile.

“Lovely.” The teacher said calling up the next pair. In the end, she gave everyone an A but you knew it wasn’t a waste of time as you walked into lunch to sit next to your boyfriend Taeyong.

NewtXReader - The Perfect Gift

Request: Newt x Reader where Newt has an immense fear of something (you decide) and he’s approached with it but the reader aka his girlfriend comforts him?

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The smell of Jacob’s cinnamon cookies and Queenie’s delicious cooking, woke you gently from your sleep. Stretching your muscles, you sunk deeper into the fluffy pillow. Turning softly on your side you came face to face with Newt’s vibrant green eyes, studying every curve of your body. Let’s just say your nightgown was slightly on the revealing side. Shuffling closer you cuddled deep into his body, running a finger lightly against his broad chest. A gentle hum of happiness coming from his lips.

This was the first year you and Newt had spent Christmas together as a couple and life couldn’t be more bliss. Although personally you wished that it was just the 2 of you in the case, both of you had decided to spend the holiday at the Goldstein’s apartment. Your friends where your family after all.

You really couldn’t complain though as you still got to wake up to the most handsome freckled face in the whole world. Newt pulled the covers further over both of your bodies, making a cosy cocoon. “Merry Christmas”, he huskily mumbled into your hair, still very disoriented in his half asleep state. Giggling at his ticklish actions, you placed a gentle peck on his slightly chapped lips. “Merry Christmas”, you quietly replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

But before you could dip your head down for another kiss, Queenie burst into the room, completely unaware of your loved up position. Unable to control her childlike excitement she squealed, “Come on lovebirds! You two can be cuties later, I wanna open the presents”.

Her whines weren’t met with any response as in a blink of an eye, Queenie had rushed back to the living room, not even allowing her to take no for an answer.

Newt’s chest slightly vibrated as he chuckled at Queenie’s immature nature, the sound being sweet music to your ears. Placing one last kiss on those lovable lips, Newt slipped from the sheets off to tend to the creatures. The warmth of his body leaving you completely. It was almost like he was your personal hot water bottle.

Although you desperately wanted to persuade him to come back into bed again, you knew that just because it was Christmas that didn’t mean he couldn’t tend to his duties. The creatures came first and his dedication was always something you had admired about him.

“Don’t take too long love” you called after him. His playful laughter being the only response you received, you decided to savour the residual heat left from him, curling back up under the covers.

5 more minutes wouldn’t hurt?

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*1 hour later*

After forcing yourself from the bed and making yourself presentable, you joined Jacob and the Goldstein sisters underneath the decorated Christmas tree. Newt had obviously lost track of time and was still in his case, however it was difficult to get Queenie to wait any longer.

Tina had organised all the presents into little piles according to person, to prevent Queenie from opening the wrong gift. It was easy for her to get carried away in her exhilaration.

Noticing her sister’s eagerness Tina finally gave in, “fineeee, Queenie you go first”,she sighed.

Letting out a quick squeal, Queenie didn’t need to be asked twice before tearing through all her presents. Her hands moved in a blur as she undid the hours of wrapping. To be honest her speed was making you dizzy. 

Her feminine taste was highlighted by everything she received, nearly every present having at least one tone of pink in it. Pink nightgowns, pink shoes, pink scarf, pink hat…..it was starting to make you feel nausea.

Tina received more sensible gifts such as books and stationary, although she was thankful nevertheless. Jacob was given cooking equipment and recipe books to keep him ticking over (and of course a pink tie from Queenie, which you knew for a fact he’d never wear).

The residue of torn wrapping paper lay scattered all over the living room floor. You were overwhelmed at the beautiful gifts you had received from the others but to be honest your mind was somewhere else. Where was Newt?

Almost as soon as the thought passed your mind, an out of breath, flushed Newt appeared into the room, “sorry the niffler was being extra difficult” he puffed sending a sorry smile in your direction.

“Thought Pickett had taken you hostage!” You playfully teased as you ushered him over to where the gifts lay. Studying his surroundings Newt noticed the expensive presents everyone else had given you. A silver ring with a blue Jewel from Tina, Perfume from Queenie and a baking kit from Jacob. His cheeks redden as worry started to cloud his mind.

Looking into your hopeful eyes, his world started to come crashing down. He saw the excitement laced in your eyes, unaware of what you where about to receive from him. Your hope was tearing Newt apart, what exactly had you been expecting? Designer dresses, expensive fragrances, priceless jewellery?Unfortunately all of these guesses where far out of a Magozoologist’s salary. He couldn’t afford the gifts that most women wanted…

“Do I get to open yours now Mr Scamander?”, you excitedly asked, a warm smile beaming on your face. You didn’t really care what Newt had bought you however Newt remained oblivious to this.

He looked down to the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, before quickly stuffing it back into his coat. It was worthless compared to the fine gifts the others had given you.

Although he knew you would be accepting for whatever he gave you, Newt feared you would figure out the truth. The truth that he would never be enough. Just not in terms of giving presents but as a boyfriend. As the realisation hit him a soft frown washed over his face. He especially didn’t want to face the embarrassment of losing you in front of the others and holding back his tears wasn’t a guarantee.

Unbeknown to Newt, his worries had caught the attention of a certain legilimen. Reading his mind, Queenie shot a concerned glance in Newt’s direction before making a change of topic, “I think the turkey’s nearly ready? Why don’t you open Newt’s present later?” she suggested throwing a sympathetic look once more at Newt.

Although you were slightly disappointed that the wait would be extended, you failed to notice the relief plastered on Newt’s face. He silently thanked Queenie for giving him more time and excuse himself for ‘a breath of fresh air’.

As everyone sat down at the Christmas table, Newt dashed out the apartment door into the empty streets. Not a single person to be seen. Maybe now he could go out and purchase another gift, one more for deserving of you.

Although after an hour of relentless searching it was clear that all hope was lost. Every store closed for the Christmas break no one in a right mind would be open over the holiays. What was he going to do? He couldn’t return back with what he’d originally planned to give you.

“Bugger” he mumbled, running a hand through his mess auburn hair. Finally giving up, Newt trailed back to the apartment to face the inevitable.

Opening the door, he noticed the empty Christmas dinner plates sitting by the sink. Had he really been away for that long? Looking around he saw that no one else was in the room, only you who was anxiously pacing back and forward.

Noticing you Newt’s presence you rushed over to him, tightly wrapping your arms around his tall frame. Nuzzling into his chest, relief flushed through your body.

“Merlin Newt, where did you go? You missed all of Christmas dinner..” Angry undertones laced your voice, although they were purely out of concern for him. You couldn’t even enjoy your Christmas meal, you were so worried about him.

However upon nothing the solemn look on Newt’s face your anger deceased. “Newt…did you forget to get me something?” You wearily asked, noticing his defeatist attitude. You didn’t really mind but wished that if he had forgotten, he would of told you straight up.

“No - well - it’s just… I did buy you something but - it’s not good enough” Newt downheartedly mumbled the last part under his breath. Sorrow dripped from his voice as he completely avoided giving you eye contact. Is this what he was scared of all along?

An amused smile spread across your face, as you caressed Newt’s cheek, “I’d be honoured to receive anything from you”. Giving him a reassuring look you lightly pressed you lips against his.

Taking a nervous deep breath in, Newt slipped his hand into his pocket, revealing the paper he had been hiding all night. Shakily handing it to you, you unraveled the crumpled edges to find a beautiful illustration.

Before your gaze lay an image of a girl. Each pencil line capturing the uniqueness and beauty of the woman, hours and hours of work obviously had been put into the creation of it. So much life and expression where drawn into her eyes, as though she had seen the entire world. Signed at the bottom was Newt’s name, handwriting you could only identify as his. Running your eyes over the drawing once more, the realisation finally set in.

It was you.

Was this how he saw you? As elegant and alluring as this? Although slightly dog-eared it was perfect. A happy tear rolled down your cheek, slightly staining the paper. Noticing the smudge the tear had caused, you immediately apologised, “God Newt I’m so sorry - I didn’t mean to ruin it”

“It was ruined from the moment a drew it” he muttered under his breath, still avoiding your gaze.

“What are you talking about?” You softly gasped in shock, “shhhhh don’t tell the others but this is my favourite present”. You cheekily whispered, making sure that only he heard.

“But-t it not worth as much as your others presents….” He sighed, still looking upset.

“Newt I don’t need any expensive jewellery, fancy clothes or anything….when I met you I got the perfect gift I could ever ask for”.

Without thought, Newt brought his lips to meet yours. Closing your eyes, you responded equally, loving the safe and passionate feeling Newt provided. He kissed you again and again, each kiss more intense than the last. He couldn’t believe it. You loved the drawing. Wrapping his arms around your frame, Newt’s heart raced wildly as he felt you press against him. Time was lost until a mildly disgusted voice rang behind you.

“Seriously you two? On Jesus’ birthday?” Tina playfully remarked.

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Chriseva Fic. Coda to E08

Good Girls Don’t Cry (3.2K)
Series of events leading up to and taking place during Eva’s birthday party in episode eight. Basically, Eva and Chris make out a lot, and you know…talk about feelings and shit.

Eva didn’t really expect him to show up.

The invite was more out of courtesy than anything else, because they were…what, hooking up? Seeing each other? Actually dating? That last part was borderline laughable because this was Chris Eva was talking about. The Chris. Penetrator Chris. Fuckboy Chris. Been with pretty much all the girls in school Chris.

But he was also the Chris who didn’t make fun of her when she mistook him for the wrong Chris. The one who greeted her nicely in the courtyard of the school that morning. The Chris who played into her flirting and told her that she was smart and that she was interesting. The Chris who comforted her during the party when she was feeling so down and so worthless and so pathetic. The Chris who was so gentle with her and kind and she took advantage of that kindness and kissed him almost out of spite because of Jonas. He leaned into the kiss but it didn’t make it any less fair to him and to Iben and one of the things Eva was truly thankful for was being able to make amends about that momentary lapse in judgement with Iben, because she was the real victim in all this.

You’d think that she’d actually learn her lesson after that, but Chris remained Chris and Eva remained Eva and somehow they found a bond, a camaraderie of sorts in their messed up history together and somehow that evolved into the dysfunctional relationship they sort of landed face first into. One based on purely sexual attraction to each other. They didn’t have anything to hide or a dark history the other didn’t know about. They didn’t have to pretend that they were innocent in any way because they’d seen each other at their absolute worst. But through that, somehow they created a bond that wasn’t just a fling or a fleeting hook up in broom closet or a crowded stairwell.

And then it happened.

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Lost Without You (Grayson)

• ALWAYS • A Grayson Dolan one-shot series.

You laid back flat staring up at your bedroom ceiling. The past five months had been absolutely miserable. You had barely slept since you had gotten home and your mom was beginning to worry. She hadn’t left your side since she picked you up from the airport. She hated seeing her daughter so broken and defeated especially since this was supposed to be better for you, not worse.

You had made an effort to go out and have fun with your friends but nothing compared to the fun you could’ve been having with Grayson.  Oh, Grayson. The two of you had decided around two months into your time home that the long distance was too hard and it was for the best to break things off for a little while until you could figure things out.  It was the worst decision that seemed like the best but you both knew it wasn’t fair on either of you. It was putting a strain on your relationship and it destroyed you to think that this was all your fault. You could’ve just stayed. You could’ve just sucked it up and stuck it out and made an actual effort to adjust to L.A. instead of running away like you always did when things got tough. You left the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you and now Grayson was cozying up with someone else — Laurie Hernandez. You remembered how you felt  when you had accidentally came across a picture of them grabbing some fro-yo looking happier than ever. Your heart shattered into a million pieces, sinking to the bottom of your stomach. Maybe they were just friends but that didn’t make it hurt any less. How could you compete with a fucking olympic gymnast? They had always had a  fairly flirty friendship before you had started dating him and he was technically single now. He was free to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted and there was nothing you could do about it.

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someone else.

seth rollins x OFC.

warnings: SMUT + swearing.

prompt: receiving a text from your best friend makes you out your feelings about him, to him even though he’s taken. 

the gym mats were cold against your bare legs and the sound of wind smashing against the windows echoed around the large room. 3 am and you were exhausted, having trained all day already and finding it too difficult to sleep meaning you wound up in the gym once again. 

being physically exhausted was something you could deal with, it came with the job title - as a WWE woman’s wrestler you were use to gruelling hours and being thrown and tossed around a ring for other people’s entertainment. yep, physical exhaustion you could manage. 

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Alone - Part 6

Warnings; fluff, angst, swearing

Words: 1,849

A/N; Late update but I’m really hoping it’s worth it! This chapter isn’t so much ‘action’ but it’s sooo important! The picture is what I’m imagining the cabin to look like from the back! (you’ll understand) thank you everyone for reading 💕



You weren’t sure how many hours had passed when you woke up. You sat up in the backseat watching trees pass by, Bucky and Steve noticed you were up but everyone stayed silent. Not too long after the car pulled down a long lane-way covered by trees, it looked like you were in the middle of a forest. You parked in a small clearing where a large cabin stood.


“Safe house?” You asked looking up at the beautiful cabin.

“Your house.” Bucky said quietly.

You were confused, and pretty positive you had never bought a house in the middle of no where, where even were you?

“Definitely not mine, where are we?” You inquired.

“We’re in Romania, it is yours. I bought it about a year ago, it’s in your name.” He looked up at the cabin longingly.

You stepped out of the car and slowly walked up to the steps. Car doors shut behind you and you turned facing Bucky. “Why?” You whispered.

He looked down at you and back up at the cabin. “In case things ever got to be too much and you wanted to get away. This isn’t how I wanted to surprise you but we didn’t have many options.” He walked up to the door and retrieved a key from under the front mat and held open the door for you to enter. “Welcome home doll.”

You walked past him into a large open concept wooden interior. There were comfy couches and fluffy pillows, wooden beams above you and a large kitchen through an archway to the side. There were wooden stairs on either side that probably lead to bedrooms. You walked through to the back where there was a large living room with cathedral ceilings and a bridge going across above you connecting the upper floor. The entire back wall was all glass and looked out into the large yard surrounded by thick forest and foliage.

A quiet voice spoke from beside you. “It’s bullet proof and bomb proof, everything in here is. I wanted you to be safe. We’re also hours away from any civilization.” You looked at Bucky to see a warm smile covering his face as he looked out the window.  

Your heart couldn’t help warming as you looked around you, who buys someone a house? “Wait what about food?” Just as you asked your stomach growled in response.

There was a rustling behind you as Steve walked through the front door with at least twenty grocery bags. “You were out for a long time doll, we drove almost twenty hours and even stopped and got groceries.” He smirked at you.

You followed Steve into the large kitchen where he had started to put the groceries away, you started rummaging through the bags until you found something to snack on. Bucky walked in behind you. “The pantry is also stocked full, we wouldn’t need to get groceries for months if we had to.”

Months?” You blanched. “Buck, what is so bad that we need to go into hiding for months?”

He walked out of the room leaving you alone with Steve. You turned to look at him and he was already gazing lovingly at you. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into his chest. “You know what I said in the car was true.” He spoke into your hair, you looked up at him staring into his eyes. He spoke those three words again, “I love you.”

You reached your hand up and rested it on his cheek. “I know.” He smiled and you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now let’s go find out why they’re looking for me.”

You walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to Bucky, Steve sat in an armchair beside you.

“I promise you I never wanted to hurt you (Y/n).” Bucky turned towards you and grabbed your hands in his. “You are my best friend and I never wanted to put you in danger.”

Best friend. Your heart clenched.

You were getting frustrated. Beyond frustrated.

“GET ON WITH IT BARNES!” You yelled a little too loudly. He flinched at the use of his last name.

He dropped your hands and looked out the window. “They aren’t even really after you, they really want me. But I won’t go back and they know how… important… you are to me. They know that if they got you, I’d give myself up. So now their objective is you.”

Steve lowly growled beside you. “If you were anyone else I’d turn you over right now.” He rubbed his hands through his hair.

“I should be turning myself in anyways.” Bucky whispered.

“No!” You stood up. Both of their eyes were on you. “We will figure this out. Should we be telling everyone else? Getting a team together and going after them?”

“I don’t want anyone else in danger because of me.” Bucky looked down at his feet.

“Okay so we give it a few days? Maybe a week. Should we at least contact Nat and let her know where we are?” You asked trying to think of a plan. You walked over to the window to look out into the forest. It was dusk now and the sun was setting behind the trees. You turned back to face the guys.

“What if they’re tapping their phones? How else would they have found us? The only people who knew were the team.” Steve wondered aloud.

It made sense. Too much sense. “So we don’t contact anyone.” You concluded. They both nodded in unison.

Steve sighed. “Well I’m going to sleep before I pass out. Bedrooms upstairs?” He asked, Bucky nodded. Steve walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently before heading up the stairs.

Good, progress. You thought.

“Do you want me to show you to your room?” Bucky asked quietly.

You nodded and he stood up walking to the stairs, you followed him. He led you down a hallway until you reached the last door on the left. He opened it to reveal a huge stunning bedroom with floor to ceiling windows looking out to the backyard and a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. There was a giant king size wooden canopy bed facing the window and a chair that could fit five people on the far side of the room. There was a door on your left that led into a large en-suite, you were floored. How had he done this for you? Why had he done this for you?

“This is your room.” He smiled at you, clearly proud of himself.

You just stood there with your mouth slightly agape. You walked through the room to the door on the other side, you pushed it open to reveal a walk in closet, there were clothes already in it. “Are, are those…” You trailed off. Bucky had followed you and his cheeks went red.

“They’re for you, I just figured you’d need clothes if you ever came here.”

You walked out of the closet and sat on the bed, you grabbed a pillow from behind you hugging it tightly to your chest and looking out the window. Bucky sat in your line of vision, he reached out to brush your hair out of your face but you pulled back before he made contact.

He dropped his hand into his lap. “I didn’t want to hurt you…”

“You left me to die, twice!” You cried out. “How could you do that, how could the same person that did this-” You motioned around the room. “-leave me to die?”

“I didn’t want to, when we were in that compound and you were downloading the information, remember how someone was in the hall?” You nodded. “Well he told me that Hydra was after you because they knew it would hurt me, I was so distracted thinking about how to keep you safe that I didn’t block the gun in time. Then you were shot and I was so sick to my stomach knowing that I was the reason you were laying there bleeding. When your eyes closed Steve was right there seconds later. I’ve never felt so guilty in my life,  watching you dying in the quinjet.” He took a deep shaky breath. “I couldn’t be the reason you died (Y/n), I didn’t want to put you in danger again, so I left. To keep you safe. Then you came and found me and all I wanted was to be near you because I missed you so fucking much it killed me, then Hydra started following me and now you’re in just as much danger as before and it’s all my fault. I can’t keep you safe (Y/n), you’re not safe with me.” Tears rolled down his face and you swore you’d never seen such a haunting, broken look in his eyes.

You moved closer to him and grabbed his face in yours. “You don’t need to keep me safe Buck, I can take care of myself.” He looked down at your stomach and back into your eyes with an eyebrow raised. “Okay except when people unexpectedly shoot me.” He smirked.

“You’re my best friend and I will do anything you need to get these asshole to leave you alone.” You said with certainty.

Best friend.” He repeated back to you still staring into your eyes.

You dropped your hands from his face and nodded. You wanted more, but like you had always said. Something is always better than nothing. "Of course, I know why you did what you did and I’m not going to hold it against you.“

He laid his hand on your cheek. "I’m never going to let them hurt you again.” He promised.

You put your hand on his. “And I’m never going to let them hurt you again.” You smiled at him.

He smiled at you and leaned in kissing the top of your head, he laid down across the end of your bed and yawned. “Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?”

You pulled back the blankets and tapped the spot beside you and he got under the blankets. You got up and walked into the closet choosing a silky nightgown that Bucky had clearly picked out. You walked back into the bedroom and Bucky’s eyes widened as he scanned your body thoroughly. You blushed lightly and sat back onto the bed beside him, he pointed behind you at the bedside table. “That’s for you, there’s more in the room down the hallway.”

You turned to look at what he was pointing at, a book. Your favourite book. You picked it up and sat back against your pillows beside Bucky, he knew you so well. When you were comfy he moved closer to you and wrapped his metal arm around your waist and nuzzled his head into your side. Within seconds he was snoring quietly and you smiled to yourself. Maybe complete isolation from the world wouldn’t be so bad.


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