“Isak’s classmates have been looking forward to this ski trip for months. It’s supposed to be a five-day extravaganza of letting off steam, drinking, and hooking up, all under their teachers’ noses. And sure, there’s some skiing, too. But when the week finally rolls around, things get more complicated.”
“Even still transfers to Nissen in his third year, but Isak and Even get introduced through their parents. FriendsToLovers AU in which Isak calls Even 'bro’ a couple of times and is forced to watch old-ish movies with him in hipster movie theaters.“
You sat curled up in one of the enormous lounge chairs in the common room, reading a book and cuddling a box of tissues. The seasonal devil of sickness had gotten to you and now you were going to be sniffling in all your classes. Not only that, but to even consider getting out of bed you had to put on three sweaters. It’s a good thing Remus basically lived next door.
By some miracle, good ol’ Shrimpy (otherwise known as Remus J. Lupin) had grown to be 6 feet tall in the last few years, allowing you to layer an extra two of his sweaters over yours and comfortably navigate he drafty castle.
Just as you turned the page- hoping dearly that Achilles and Patroclus would finally be allowed happiness- your book was snatched out of your hands. You frowned and glared up at the 6'2 monster towering above you. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?” You growled, snatching your book from his hand and carefully marking the page you were to continue on to. In the near silence of the common room you couldn’t help but notice as Remus grumbled something under his breath.
“Would you like to share with the class?” You prompted, standing and putting your hands on your hips.
“I said that that is my sweater,” Remus accused.
“Yes, it is,” You agreed, looking down at the dark grey sweater hanging to your thighs.
“I almost missed breakfast looking for it.”
You smiled slightly and shrugged, reaching for a tissue to wipe your running nose. “I’m sorry, but as you can see it’s for a good cause,” You said, settling back in your chair.
After a quiet Remus-like sigh he joined you, sitting down in the chair next to yours. “We missed you down at dinner,” He said, pulling out a little napkin and unrolling it. Inside was a slightly crushed berry tart. You smiled.
“Is that so?”
“Of course,” He nodded, passing the treat over and then relaxing in his chair.
A/N: I don’t really do fluff so I’m always worried that when I do it’s super awkward. I know it’s really short, but I hope you enjoy it.
Everything was aggravating you today. The sound of pages turning, Sam typing on a keyboard. Everything. It probably had something to do with the fact that Dean had forgotten your anniversary. It had been five years since you had started dating Dean. You both had made a lot of mistakes along the way, but you couldn’t believe he would forget today.
Huffing, you stood up and pushed your chair in a little harder than necessary.
Sam looked up at you in concern. “Hey, you ok?”
“I’m fine.” You snapped and then stormed out of the room. You really shouldn’t have be so mad about Dean forgetting, but this was one of the few days you still celebrated. It was one of the few days that you didn’t associate pain and loss with.
Walking through a hallway, you ran straight into Dean.
“Hey baby, where you heading.” Dean pulled you into an embrace and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled grumpily as you tried to pull away from.
“Perfect! I have something I want to show you.“ He smiled down at you.
“Dean, I’m not going anywhere with you.” You crossed your arms and glared at him, daring him to reply.
“Well I guess we’re going to have to this the hard way.” Dean quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” You squirmed around trying to escape his grasp. “You know, I can actually walk.” You pouted when Dean didn’t respond. Dean continued to ignore you as he walked through the bunker.
He finally stopped in front of a door you had never seen before. Setting you down gently he clasped your hands in his. He was watching you closely and for some reason he wore a huge grin. “I know you’re mad at me, but I need you to close you eyes.”
“Fine!” You huffed as you closed your eyes. You heard the door creak open and then Dean lead you into the room. “Can I open my eyes?”
“You can open your eyes.”
Opening your eyes, the sight before you brought tears to your eyes. Dean was down on his knee with a beautiful ring in his hand.
“(Y/n) will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Dean’s green eyes sparkled in the candle light.
“Of course! Yes!” You ran forward pulling him into your arms. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry. I was being such a bitch, and here you were planning a proposal.”
“None of that matters now.” Dean said as he slipped the ring on your finger. “Now you’ll be mine forever and I’ll be yours forever.”
Tears of joy spilled down your cheeks. “I love you Dean. Thank you.”
Dean kissed you, branding you as his. “I love you too. I always will from now and until forever.”
This is something that the previously mentioned Simone has requested and I’m rather glad she did - it was an entertaining challenge. It’s a character I haven’t written before so some research was required too. However, after some extensive YouTube searches and Googling, I managed to produce this Gambit x Reader. Enjoy!
“Play the Game”
“I’m so sorry,” Professor Storm explained, “But we had other focuses at the time and didn’t notice our mistake. We don’t have any female dormitories left. Unfortunately you’ll have to share with one of our male students.” In the school’s defence, student accommodation would be the last thing on someone’s mind if they were trying to save the world simultaneously. As angry as you wanted to be, you were somewhat adept at controlling your rage – you had to be. “That’s fine, Professor. I’ll manage.” You smiled.
You mother had realised you were a mutant from a young age but had been surprisingly accepting of you. She had grown up with a learning disability that often made her feel excluded, allowing her to sympathise. Your father on the other hand had abandoned you both upon finding out about your “abnormality”. So when Charles Xavier approached you about honing your skills at his School for the Gifted and Talented, your mother was reluctant. However, a little encouragement and the promise that you would return often persuaded her to let you to go. What you didn’t count on was this situation being your welcoming gift.
You walked into your room to see a man lying casually on a bed. “You lost there, darlin’?” He said whilst twisting a playing card between his fingers – the ace of spades, you noticed. “Believe me, I wish I was.”
2. There’s nobody left alive Outside. That’s why we give thanks, every day, for the strong metal walls and the kindly thrum of the ventilation fans, the holy work-tables of the machinists and the sacred aquaponics room. They keep us alive, when all the world has died.
3. The Council is wise. The Hereafters protect us.
4. There are people alive Outside, but they’re cannibal monsters who eat their own babies and would tear you to pieces in a moment.
5. What happened to Mama was for her good and ours.
6. If you crawled up the ventilation shafts, squeezed your way past gear and wheel, pried open every metal plate, you would see the sky. But the sky isn’t blue anymore: it’s black and red and rains poison that can melt the flesh from your bones. There are no stars left at all.
7. You should be glad you’re still alive. You know what usually happens to girls like you.
8. It’s not cruel and ugly Outside. It’s beautiful, too beautiful, because the world wasn’t broken by weapons, and not by humans at all: it was broken by monsters, creatures so beautiful and heartless that anyone who sees them, becomes one of them.
9. Papa came from Outside. (Only Mama ever said this, late at night and softly, softly into my hair.) Papa came from Outside, and he said there were people and stars and blue, blue skies. He said it and he loved us so it must be true.
10. We are all of us happy and lucky, here underground.
These are the things that I remember:
1. Mama’s hands turning pages of her tattered old books. Her smile as I sounded out the letters: Blue sky. Green grass. Sasha’s anxious frown, as she sat by the door, listening for the drumbeat of the Hereafters’ feet as they marched by on patrol.
2. Four bowls of rice soup becoming two. Mama poured hers into yours, Sasha poured hers into mine, and when I was little, I didn’t realize they were lying when they said they weren’t hungry.
3. The first time I realized what my songs could do. I was greasing the gears in the Left-Left-Top Corridor, and thinking of the Outside that I would never see, and I hummed a half-forgotten song. It slid into something else, a tune soft but deep that hummed in my chest and made the metal walls shiver in reply. There are a hundred dead lights in the Left-Left-Top Corridor, lights that never glow even when we get double rations—but when I sang, they sparked and kindled to life, shimmering all around me, and I wondered if this was what Mama’s books meant when they talked about stars.
4. The moment I decided not to tell anyone but you, Kisa, my little sister. The way that you laughed and clapped your hands when I sang and the dead lamps in our quarters glowed to life.
5. The swift, sharp knock-knock-knock against the door before they broke it open.
6. Mama, weeping and begging as the Hereafters dragged her away, as they pried open the secret cupboard and took all the books.
7. The way that nobody would look at us, for weeks after.
8. The little bit of bone that they gave us to put in our memorial jar. It’s the same as everyone gets for dead and cremated kin, and I hated it. If they’d only been a little crueler, not let us have any piece of her, I could have pretended she was still alive.
9. Sasha’s face, painted the same bone white as all the rest of the Hereafters. The brass rings on her fingers, the hooked knives on her belt. The steady drumbeat of her steel-shod feet, as she marched in formation. Her cold voice, as she told us she was joining them to atone for Mama’s sins.
10. Two full bowls of rice, heaped with fish and vegetables. Our reward for Sasha’s service.
These are the things that I wonder:
1. Did Sasha tell the Hereafters about Mama?
2. Did she hesitate before she told them about me?
3. Is there a world Outside?
4. Did Papa really come from there?
5. Will you ever forgive me?
These are the things that I know:
1. I can’t become a Hereafter. Some people say the training eats their hearts and breaks their minds, makes them unable to disobey the Council. And some say they just kill all the recruits who aren’t ruthless enough. Whatever’s true, if I join them, there won’t be any of me that survives it.
2. I can’t stay. The Council won’t let a girl who can sing electricity run free. Now that they know about me—now that Sasha has seen me and told them—I don’t have a choice. They will make me a Hereafter or they will kill me.
3. I can’t take you with me. I’m sorry, Kisa, but I can’t bet your life the way I bet mine.
4. Mama believed there was a world Outside, one we could live in. She believed that Papa came from there.
5. Mama was a liar. She swore she’d never leave us.
6. I may die tomorrow. The Hereafters could easily catch me. The machinery between here and the surface could easily eat me. What I find above could easily do worse than destroy me.
7. I’m going anyway.
8. Whatever happens, as long as I’m myself, I will remember you.
9. And if I find a way, I will return to set you free.