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Jikook race car au!!!!😀😀😀😀

Jimin sighs as he steps out of his vehicle, race suit feeling too tight and the sun too hot as he hears, “Park Jimin!” being shouted from an approaching voice.

Of course it’s Jeon Jungkook, racing prodigy, walking over to him like he owned the entire race track.

“Is that any way to talk to you superiors?” Jimin asks, monotonously, feigning disinterest.

Jungkook bites his lip to keep the smile off his face, coming to a stop and taking off his sunglasses to scan the stands filled to the brim with people. “Out here on this track, we’re equals, don’t you say?”

Jimin nods in thought before speaking again, “Fair enough, but there’s still no way in hell I’m letting you take first today.”

The younger barks out a laugh before stepping in closer to Jimin’s space, nose almost touching his own as he towered over him. “How about tell me how the back of my car looks during the race, Park.”

“Save it for the track, Jeon,” Jimin says lowly. as he watches the younger lick his lips—those lips he’s kissed way too many times in secret outside of this stadium.

Jungkook could intimidate him all he wanted, but they both knew that at the end of the day, that track and Jungkook were both his.

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Take Me Home: Part 6

Prompt from Iris:

Cool! I don’t know if you’re going with the same universe for all your prompt but if you’re open to a college au, I’d love to see Sanvers being friends in college and going to a club and somebody dance with Alex but Maggie will have none of it and start dancing with her very sexily. Bonus if they have sex for the first time in their dorm room. 


“So you’re telling me you’ve never been to a club?” Maggie asks in surprise as she hands Alex a cup of coffee.
“Never,” Alex replies, smiling at Maggie’s response.
“Wow, Danvers. I knew you were a nerd, but… wow,” Maggie chuckles, sitting down next to her. Alex rolls her eyes, pretending that her heart doesn’t skip a beat when Maggie sits so close to her, their hands almost touching as Alex finishes the sentence she’s writing.
“You okay, Danvers?” Maggie asks softly, noticing how quiet Alex is.
“Umm, sure. I just have a lot of biology notes to get through.”
“Right,” Maggie nods, “the nervous system. Cool,” she says. “Need any help?”
“I’d love some,” Alex nods and opens her textbook. Maggie bites her lip, smiling.

Later that evening, Alex is trying on her fourth outfit and trying to keep her breathing under control as she checks her phone. “Kara,” she squeals into the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Kara asks.
“I’m going clubbing with Maggie and I have no idea what to wear. Help!”
“On my way,” Kara says, hanging up.
Two minutes later, the window slides open and Kara slips inside.
“Oh my God, Kara!” Alex hisses, slamming the window shut, “You flew here?”
“Calm down, it’s dark – no one saw me. Do not tell Eliza.”
“Fine. It’d be my fault anyway if I did,” Alex sighs. “She’s going to be here in –” Alex checks her watch, “half an hour. Help!”
“Again, calm down. Clubbing? Really?“
"Don’t even ask,” Alex laughs.
Kara goes to Alex’s wardrobe and looks at it for a moment.
“This,” she says, pulling out Alex’s blue dress and then a pair of black heels.
“Thank you,” Alex kisses her cheek and Kara leaves the same way she came. Alex rolls her eyes again and her phone buzzes. The text is from Kara.

I know you like her. X

Alex switches her phone off and sighs.

“Wow, Danvers,” Maggie says in a hushed voice as Alex opens the door, “you… clean up nice.” Dammit, Sawyer, you can do better than that, Maggie thinks, biting her lip again.
“Thanks. I – uh – I love your… hair,” Alex stutters and Maggie flashes that smile that makes Alex forget everything except the beautiful woman standing in her doorway.
It’s true, though; Maggie’s hair is pulled half into a bun and the dark waves spill over he shoulders, cascading down her back. All Alex can think is how much she wants to run her fingers through Maggie’s hair and for a moment, they just stand there, taking each other in while Alex tries to remember how to breathe.

“Umm, come in,” Alex says, barely managing to focus.
“Nice place, Danvers,” Maggie says, looking around at the human anatomy posters and hand-drawn diagrams covering Alex’s walls. Good thing her roommate was never there.
“Thanks,” Alex blushes and gestures that they leave after picking up her bag.

“What do you want, Danvers? Drinks are on me,” Maggie says as they enter the club. The music is overly loud and the sound is making Alex’s head throb. It’s dark and very crowded. What have I got myself into, Alex thinks. Oh well, at least Maggie’s here.
“A beer, please,” Alex has to shout over the music.
Maggie nods and takes Alex’s hand, leading her to the bar. Alex’s heart is thudding so hard, Alex is sure Maggie can hear it, too – even over the music.
Alex takes a sip of her beer and grimaces. Maggie pretends she doesn’t notice Alex’s reaction, hiding her smile with her own drink.
“Your dress… it really suits you,” Maggie tells her later, her confidence improved by the alcohol.
“Thank you,” Alex shouts over the music.

Alex wants to compliment Maggie’s eyes, but she’s worried she might kiss her if she does.

Eventually, Maggie goes to the bar again and Lucy Lane from their chemistry class approaches Alex.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hi Lucy,” Alex says, smiling awkwardly.
“Want to dance?” Lucy asks.
“Uhh, I don’t… sure,” Alex finally agrees, downing the rest of her beer and shrugging.
Lucy nods and Alex follows her to the dance floor, where far too many people are packed together. The air smells strongly of deodorant and overly sweet perfume and Alex’s head spins as the alcohol rushes straight to her head.

Alex shrugs again and follows Lucy further into the maze of bodies and imitates her dancing. She doesn’t feel happy or like she’s having fun - she just feels uncomfortable.

Alex Danvers doesn’t dance. but if she has to, she wants to dance with Maggie.

Lucy is pretty, but Alex’s heart doesn’t skip a beat every time she looks at her. Lucy is smart, but Alex’s stomach doesn’t flip when she smiles at her in class. Lucy is Lucy…

But not Lucy. It’s Maggie. It always has been.

Suddenly, Maggie’s standing beside her and Alex’s breath catches in her throat for the thousandth time that evening. A smile lights up her face.
“Lucy,” Maggie says, her tone bordering on cold.
“Oh, hi,” she replies, oblivious to Maggie’s icy gaze.
“May I borrow Alex?” Maggie asks, looking straight at Lucy to ensure she knows it isn’t a request.
“Sure,” Lucy disappears into the crowd.
Alex doesn’t realize how quickly she’s breathing until Maggie pulls her out of the crowd.
“You okay, Danvers?” Maggie asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“I think so,” Alex mumbles, looking up. Maggie’s looking into her eyes and Maggie’s getting closer to her and suddenly she can’t look away.

“Dance with me?” Maggie says softly in Alex’s ear. Alex nods and she can feel Maggie’s breath on her neck as she places her hands on Alex’s shoulders. She watches Maggie dance for a moment, completely mesmerised. Maggie leans closer, and for a moment, Alex thinks she’s going to kiss her, but Maggie pulls back a little, and Maggie runs her hands down Alex’s body. Alex shudders, closing her eyes and tries to exhale normally.

They dance like that for what feels like forever. Alex’s heart is pounding and she can hear the rush of blood in her ears. Maggie takes Alex’s hands and puts them on either side of her body. Alex’s chest is heaving and it feels like everyone else has disappeared. Their bodies are pressed together and Maggie leans forward slightly, her face lifted upwards.

That’s when Alex kisses her.

Their lips touch gently, and time stops. Maggie’s lips are softer than Alex had imagined and Alex’s eyes flutter closed. Their lips move in sync and Alex decides that Maggie tastes a bit like vanilla, which is strange, considering the amount of beer she’s consumed.

Eventually, they break apart, and when they do, oxygen is the only reason. Alex holds her breath for a second, terrified. Maggie takes in her deer-in-headlights expression for a second, then smiles gently, intertwining their fingers.
“We should…” Maggie murmurs, her voice hoarse.
“My place,” Alex nods.

Alex barely has time to drop her keys on the floor before Maggie has her pressed against her own door, her lips pressed against her neck and working their way down to the bare skin of her chest. Maggie looks up at Alex for permission, waiting for a nod before she unzips her dress and Alex steps out of it, kicking her heels off in the same moment.

Within seconds, Maggie has her on the bed and Alex is trying to pull away so she can speak.
“Sawyer,” she rasps, and Maggie shivers at the sound of her name rolling off Alex’s tongue.
“Hmm?” she replies, lifting her head from Alex’s chest.
“Dress. Off.”

Maggie grins and strips the material off her body, deciding to take off her underwear at the same time, her smile widening as Alex’s jaw drops. She leans back into Alex’s body, straddling her hips again and Alex makes a sound that’s really more of a growl, and flips them over so she’s pinning Maggie against the bed.

A soft gasp escapes Maggie’s lips at the sudden change, but then she realizes that Alex Danvers is naked on top of her and her lips are on her breast.
“Danvers,” she moans, the syllables coming out broken and breathless. Alex stops, hovering stationary over Maggie’s body, her head tilted to the side.
“Are you okay with this?” she whispers, her eyes soft. Maybe they’re more sober than they realise. Maggie nods in response, her chest heaving. She can feel the warmth radiating from Alex as she presses their bodies closer together, and Maggie’s hips buck in response. Alex smirks at her the way she has a thousand times before and grinds her hips against Maggie’s. Maggie moans softly as some of the pressure is relieved and she pushes harder against Alex, trying to get more pressure.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Alex husks, and Maggie can’t breathe because Alex’s voice right now is the sexiest thing she’s ever heard.
“Yes,” Maggie replies, her voice faltering.

Alex nods and grins when Maggie’s whole body jerks as she kisses her way down Maggie’s stomach. She looks up at Maggie for consent again and receives a quick nod in response. Alex kisses the insides of her thighs, smiling when they tighten around her.
“Relax,” she whispers and leans forward, and with the boost of confidence she gets from Maggie’s soft whimper, Alex presses her mouth against her.

Maggie gasps and her hips fly upwards against Alex’s face as she alternates between dragging her tongue along her wetness and using her fingers. Maggie spends the next few minutes with Alex’s pillow pressed against her mouth, her fingers clutching Alex’s sheets desperately, and Alex’s head between her legs.

Right when she’s about to tell Alex that she can’t take it much longer, that the stimulation is getting more overwhelming by the second, that her legs are shaking in a way that they haven’t with anyone before, Alex slows down and kisses her way back up Maggie’s body, her palm keeping pressure between her thighs. Maggie almost chuckles when she realises that she could probably finish just from that gentle touch, but then Alex’s mouth is on hers and she can taste herself and she can taste Alex and it’s the most perfect thing that’s ever happened. Maggie moans against Alex’s lips and her lungs don’t want to work properly as she gasps when Alex releases her mouth.

“Alex?” she whimpers, and Alex smiles, knowing how close she is, even now. Alex nods and pushes two fingers inside her, thrusting them harder with every jerk of Maggie’s hips. Maggie’s eyes close and the only thing she can think or feel is Alex… just Alex. Suddenly, Alex isn’t thrusting anymore, but her fingers are pressing against her and curling and putting pressure on somewhere Maggie didn’t know existed and she falls into the first wave of her orgasm with a shout.

Alex doesn’t stop when Maggie’s muscles finally relax, though. She waits for Maggie to nod at her again and keeps pressure on that spot inside her, using her tongue at the same time. The added stimulation is more that Maggie can cope with at this point and she’s climaxing again within seconds.

Finally, Alex releases her, kissing her lips once before pulling Maggie’s damp body against hers and holding her. Maggie’s never let anyone hold her like this before, but something is different with Alex. She’s okay with feeling exposed and vulnerable like this because it’s Alex, so she lets herself be happy while Alex whispers about how beautiful she is in her ear. They lie there like that for a while, and eventually, Maggie can breathe normally.
“You didn’t…” Maggie whispers, trying to turn around so she can see Alex’s face.
“It’s okay. We can sleep now. You can return the favour later,” Alex mumurs softly, kissing Maggie’s neck gently.
Maggie nods because she’s honestly too tired – in the best way – to move right now, so she relaxes against Alex’s body and lets her eyelids close.

At some point, they fall asleep, and in the morning, Alex wakes her up with water and coffee and a bagel just the way she likes them (which Alex thinks is disgusting), and Maggie decides it’s Alex’s turn (more than once). They spend most of the next day in bed and when they decide that they should probably study or something, Maggie decides to steal Alex’s shirt, so they end up in bed again.

It doesn’t matter, though, because finally, they’re not pretending anymore.

All Night, No Sleep - Jack Maynard Imagine

“Come on, Y/N, just come to the club with us” your best friend Jack whined. He had a pout on his face and looked at you with his blue puppy eyes. Those piercing blue eyes you could never say no to. And he knew it.

“Stop pulling that trick on me!” You said with a smile, trying to get out of it. All he did was coming closer and pouting more, locking your eyes with his. Every single step he took made your heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if you were afraid he’d get to close. At a certain point he comes so close that your noses are almost touching, and it’s all you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Fine, I’ll come.” You blurted out with a sigh.

“Yes, I knew it’d work! It’ll be fun!” Of course it’d be fun. For him, not so much for you. In the two years you had known him, you had never really seen him as just a friend. From the moment you met him, he had given you butterflies and every time you two hung out, you fell for him even more. Mainly because you got to know all of Jack, not just the man in front of the camera. You had seen him at his best and at his worst, you got to know his sensitive side. That was what made you fall for him in every possible way. Two years long already you were successful in hiding it, and you were not planning on giving it up any time soon, because you were one hundred percent sure he did not feel the same way.

Going clubbing with Jack and the boys was never really a pleasure, at least not after an hour or two. In the beginning it always went down well: you were just a group of friends enjoying yourselves, dancing to the music and singing along to all of the songs. Nonetheless, after a while the boys would get distracted by the attractive girls surrounding them and their attention would shift from their friends to them. Especially Jack was very good at this, doing honour to his reputation. Not all of them were searching for girls all the time, it were usually only two or three of them, Jack of course being part of it mostly. And it broke your heart every single time. That’s why you mostly refused going with them, but you just couldn’t say no to Jack.

Arriving at the club, you tried to put your feelings aside and enjoy yourself. The night was still young and who knows, it could be different. Maybe Jack would have his eyes on you for once… You were proven wrong soon after, as a very attractive girl approached him and he gladly took his chance. Although you were kind of enjoying yourself before, your mood quickly changed and all you wanted is to go home. Yet you couldn’t, because you promised Jack you’d take him home. If that would be necessary after all…

“You know, it’d be a whole lot easier if you’d just tell him.” Mikey sat down next to you, ripping you out of your thought bubble.

“Tell him what?”

“It’s kind of obvious that he’s more than just a friend to you, Y/N. The way you look at him… You’re also staring at him the whole time.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Just buy me another drink, Mikey.” You didn’t mean to be rude to him, but it just hurt to know that he had noticed. That meant that Jack probably had noticed as well, proving once more that he did not feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologised. You knew he was only trying to be nice and do the right thing.

“Come on, let’s join the others and dance. It would be a waste of the night to sit here and do nothing.” You let Mikey drag you back to the group, and you decided you would be enjoying yourself. Luckily the boys were already drunk enough to make a fool out of themselves and for the first time that night you actually enjoyed yourself. After a while you noticed that Jack had joined the group again, without the girl. He was dead drunk, which was probably also the reason why the girl had left him.

“Come on, Jack, I’m taking you home.” You said, while supporting the boy as he could barely stand on his legs.

Getting him back to his apartment wasn’t exactly an easy task. As the rest of the group had decided to stay a little longer at the club, you were on your own and as he was almost incapable of walking himself, you had to use everything in your power to get him there. Once in his apartment, you headed straight for the bedroom, where he just dropped himself on the bed and closed his eyes. After taking of his shoes, you made your way out of the bedroom.

“Y/N?” You heard him mumble.

“Yes?”

“You’re the best.” You cracked a little smile, before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you, the tears burning in your eyes. You cursed yourself for being so weak, for having feelings for someone that would never feel the same.

As it was already too late to return to your own apartment, you tried making yourself comfortable on his couch, like you’d always do after a night out. Normally you’d fall asleep almost immediately, but this time was different. Mikey’s words kept spooking around through your mind. You knew he was right, you had to tell him, it would be so much easier. But wouldn’t it ruin your friendship as well? These demons kept you up all night and it tore you apart. You eventually decided that you would tell him, because you could no longer bear with constantly seeing him with others.

Sunk deep in your thoughts, you stared out of his living room window for hours and hours without having a second of sleep. You kept repeating in your head what you would say. You saw the sun rise and heard birds singing their song, you saw the city of London get back to life. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Jack coming in the living room.

“Wow, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” He chuckled at the side of you.

“I’ve been up all night, I’ve had no sleep at all.” You tried to avoid looking into his eyes, or just looking at him. Morning after Jack had always been your week spot.

“Why not?” He asked.

“Because…” you sighed and plucked your courage to tell him. “Because I’m sick of hiding. I’m sick of constantly pretending like I don’t care when you hook up with yet another girl. Because I do. I do care and it simply hurts to see the one you’ve been having a thing for, for roughly two years, hook up with others that are way prettier than you, knowing you will never have a chance with him. I can’t do this anymore, Jack, I’m sorry. You’re a really good person and I love being around you. You really are one of my best friends, but I wish it could be more. And I know that you don’t feel the same way, so I’m just going to make it easy for both of us and leave.”

A stunned Jack was looking at you with a confused look on his face. The tears burning in your eyes, you made your way to the door, not caring to look back.

“Y/N, wait! You’re just going to walk out on me, just like that? Throwing away two years of an amazing friendship? Just because you’re jealous of other girls?” You were shocked by his words, not expecting them to be this harsh.

“Yes, Jack, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I knew this was a mistake…” You hissed through your teeth, slightly agitated by the way he had answered. You started walking again, further to the door, when he grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“I wasn’t finished yet.” He let out a sigh before continuing to talk. “I’m not allowing you to do that. You’re not going to walk out of my life just like that. There is one thing I want to make clear to you for once and for all: these girls mean nothing to me, just like I mean nothing to them. The only girl that really matters to me is you. You’re the only one that cared to look further than that guy in front of the camera. You’ve seen me at my worst, you showed me how to find myself when I needed it the most. You’ve come into my life and I seriously can’t imagine it without you. Hooking up with all of these people was just a way for me to forget about the one thing I thought I could never have: You.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. He actually felt the same way all along? You didn’t have much time to think as he came closer to lock his lips with yours. On this very moment you wished you had told him a long time ago, but none of that really mattered, as you had finally got what you wanted.

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A/N: Another imagine online, whoop whoop! It’’s a rather long one, but I really hope that you all like it! My requests are open for those who want me to write one :)

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

There is nothing more painful than the distance between two people who were once close.
It’s tortuous being in the same room as someone and having to pretend you barely know them or they mean nothing to you when all you want to do is run to them…. They’re so close you could almost reach out and touch them, but you can’t… you’re not ‘allowed’ to anymore. It’s no longer ‘acceptable’.
It’s bizarre, isn’t it? This is someone you once held in your arms and kissed… someone who once whispered ‘I love you’ and talked to you for hours about everything and nothing. And there they are, only a stone’s throw away giving you an occasional empty glance when they were once so full of love and looked at you like you were the center of their universe.
But sadly that is one of the hardest truths you will ever have to learn… that there is nothing more painful than missing somebody when they’re in the same room…
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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

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anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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“I miss the handprint,” Cas blurts out one night. Dean watches as his face falls, like he instantly regrets saying it. Those bright blue eyes dart around nervously, like he wishes he still had the power to poof out of the bunker and just disappear.

“What, the handprint you left on my arm?” Dean asks, confused.

Cas nods, looking once again like he’s going against his better judgment, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat. He clears it and tries not to let his reaction show.

“Why would you miss that?” Dean asks.

Dean knows why he misses it. He misses the comfort it used to give him, the solace of knowing that someone saved him, that there was someone who would always save him, even if it meant literally fighting his way through Hell. And as long as he never discusses it with Cas, he can even pretend that it was a sign that Cas truly cares, and not just because it was his assigned duty once upon a time.

But why would Cas miss it?

“I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head as he considers his words. “It used to make me feel connected to you. Like you were m-” He closes his mouth abruptly. “Never mind. It isn’t important.”

Dean swallows hard, and with a heart pounding so loudly in his ears he can barely hear his own voice, he answers. “Like I was what, Cas? Like I was yours?”

Cas stares with wide eyes as he nods.

Dean steps forward, hands shaking a little, until their noses are almost touching.
“I am, Cas. Handprint or not, I’ve been yours.”

Cas exhales then like he’s been holding it in for a long time, and lets his hand run up Dean’s arm as he leans in, not stopping until his fingers settle in the place they belong.

{PART 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As death enters the room to claim a soul; so does life. Who shall live and who shall die - as you begin to wonder…is this really the end?

“And as he looked upon her face amidst the madness, he saw everything he held close depart his world; while she slipped into the next”

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anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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-Even most likely comforting Isak and chasing away his fears while having his arms around Isak’s waist (or holding his hand).

Fan talking about Jensen as “Oscar material“

When we first saw you in Supernatural we thought “Oh well, he’s really handsome.”

But then we found out that there was more than that, that you have so much more to offer. We think that a good actor can take you to a different place and is able not to only make you forget that you are watching an actor but who also makes you care about the journey of a character. And that you really make people who watch you care about you and your characters and not just because you have a pretty face.

You handle both, tragedy and comedy, with equal ability and your face and eyes speak a thousand words, even when you are saying nothing at all. So, when Supernatural will end, don’t think about it as a conclusion but as a stepping stone which will lead you towards a bright future, because you are Oscar material.

The most painful second of television.

We were as
distant as the moon
and the sun.
We were two continents.
Our tongues almost
touching each other,
he could feel 
my tears from the sky.
And he knew, I was just a storm
of a woman. 
My hands on my back, 
I used to yell and no 
amount of diamonds 
could buy me silence. 
He gave me everything,
but 
intimacy. 
And I would train myself like a dog
not to run after him.
I would hold myself 
by the throat
and I would bite and kiss my hands.

I thought I was the most beautiful 
woman in the world. 
Therefore I spent all my 
time in bed praying for 
all the love in the world.

—  Passionfruit by Royla Asghar