#“you just stood by as they hurt me why is it suddely so hard for you to turn your head away when I do the same?”

[sharper-than-a-serpents-tooth]

Headcanon that when he was a child Felix used to be friends with some of the knight apprentices that were bullying Claude and this is why Claude feels comfortable using Felix as his emotional punching bag and Felix accepts being treated that way as if he deserves it

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 5. I hope you enjoy.

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Whumpee watched as Jaimie was pushed out of the room. They had a terrible feeling in their stomach. No matter how much the director, Caretaker, or anyone tried, they were scared to death.

A sudden smell caught Whumpee's attention.

"Wait Caretaker", Whumpee pleaded.

Caretaker stopped. Along with the director.

"Undo my straps now", Whumpee gulped, "don't go out into the hall yet, undo them though."

"That's against policy", the director frowned.

"If you value your lives and this organization, you'll undo the straps."

Caretaker quickly undid the straps, ignoring the director.

"Okay give me a hard push out there, do not come out", Whumpee warned.

Caretaker took the chair and pushed it out.

The chair was instantly kicked over as it entered the hall. Whumpee rolled once, but got back up.

"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled, the Director instantly grabbed Caretaker and held them back.

"We'll get in the way", the director yelled, "we need to call back up now."

Aramais and Jaimie both heard the commotion, and McGee and Andy turned the chairs around.

"Is that..?", Andy started as they watched Whumpee fighting someone.

"Yes" Aramais fought against the straps, "why are you standing there, undo the straps, Whumpee needs help."

"I ca...", Andy got cut off.

"If you say you can't you'll be responsible for Whumpee getting killed, undo these freaking straps", Aramais fought harder.

Jaimie started to thrash in there chair, "McGee let me out."

Andy and McGee looked at each other and rushed to undo the straps.

Aramais made it just in time to catch Whumpee mid-air, he set them down and ran after the attacker.

"Oh the great Aramais, reduced to this", the attacker mocked, "you were supposed to be like me."

"Should have stayed down, Mitch", Jaimie ran in, "we won't allow you to hurt Whumpee anymore."

Mitch laughed, "they've lost their edge, I'll have to beat it back into them", he looked at Whumpee, "typical, let everyone else fight your battles, hide behind the tougher ones. That's why I got stuck with you, so I could beat you into a tougher weapon, one not reliant on others."

Aramais ran toward Mitch, "we don't have to do this", he yelled, "don't make me fight you."

"You're just chicken", Mitch dodged, and started to fight Aramais.

Mitch grabbed Aramais and threw him against the wall. Aramais groaned as he slid down.

"Don't make me fight you? How did that wall feel?", Mitch laughed.

Jaimie ran in, and got several good hits until Mitch grabbed her.

Caretaker couldn't wait any longer and ran out just in time for Jaimie to be thrown at him.

"No Caretaker", Whumpee cried out.

Aramais groaned and attempted to get up, only to collapse.

"This is beginning to be a waste of time", Mitch looked at Whumpee, "what's it going to be."

Whumpee started to black out.

"Don't bother going into survival mode", Mitch frowned, "I can still take you."

Whumpee's eyes rolled back and they started to scream.

Aramais watched wide eyed, he forced himself to get up and limp over to Andy and McGee.

Jaimie watched Whumpee for a second before getting up and blocking Caretaker.

Whumpee had slipped into survival mode, but it wasn't looking good still.

One sudden hit, Mitch fell back.

Guards came running in.

"Don't shoot Whumpee", everyone yelled in unison.

"That guard is an imposter", Caretaker yelled, "stand down, unless you can hit the imposter the human weapons are our only hope against this one."

Aramais eyed Jaimie, they both knew Whumpee needed help, but they couldn't risk the safety of their caregivers.

A burst of air was suddenly heard.

"Ouch", Mitch groaned as they looked at their side to see a dart sticking out.

Everyone eyed the guards, one stood aiming their gun at Mitch. A small smile crossed their face.

"Quite the marksman, we could use one of you", Mitch chuckled.

"There is no more us", Whumpee suddenly screamed, "to many lives have been ruined."

"Oh", Mitch mused.

Whumpee ran at Mitch, who intern prepared for the attack. Whumpee changed their direction, slid under Mitch, stood and pounced on Mitch's back.

They both fell to the floor, the dart seemed to slow Mitch a little now.

Whumpee grabbed Mitch's head and slammed it into the floor several times.

Mitch fell quiet or unconscious, Whumpee didn't care.

"I think you've made your point Whumpee", Aramais watched.

Whumpee continued to slam the head into the floor, "no, after the things he's done to me", Whumpee started to sob, "after everything."

Whumpee felt Aramais's hand on their shoulder, and suddenly froze.

"It's okay Whumpee, I'm here, and Jaimie is here", Aramais lowered themself to the floor, "Mitch did bad things to you, but you can't kill him... we can't... we can't do this anymore. We are not what they created us to be."

Whumpee gasped as they started to come out of their survival mode, Whumpee fell into Aramais's arms and started to shake.

"You were supposed to be like him?", Whumpee sobbed.

"Yes, that was supposed to be what I was meant for, but I wasn't like Mitch", Aramais rubbed Whumpee's back, "it's okay, everything is okay."

The Director was ordering the guards as Jaimie limped to Aramais and Whumpee and went down to hug them.

The guards soon arrested Mitch and placed him into a strong holding cell and restraints until they could figure out what to do with him.

After checkups for each of them Aramais, Jaimie, and Whumpee went to their holding rooms for rest.

The director asked that the caregivers let them rest for a while. He needed to talk to them before they went into that room.

Caretaker paced the floor waiting for signs of Whumpee waking up from their nap.

What was this going to mean for the human weapons.

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[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z YOSHI (treasure)

🔅 for @ateezwhorez i hope you enjoy this honey 🥺❤️ dw the others should be written soon tooooo 🔅

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he just feels cuddly and swoony. he’s in love with you, even more so than before even though he didn’t think that was possible. he loves to cuddle with you, just until you catch your breath again at least. he’s still still high from the whole experience, it’s the perfect time to be open and show your vulnerability even more. it’s less about the physical things he does for you, more about how you two deepen your relationship even further. he uses this time to have deep chats that slowly fade into more light hearted conversations before drifting off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his eyes are his favourite thing about him i think. he likes how you can understand what he wants just from looking into them. they’re intense and needy, oppressive even. they’re infatuating. they’re his secret weapon to make you obey him without even realising what you’re doing.

on you, he likes your lips. he likes how they feel on his own lips, on his neck, around his dick, anywhere and everywhere. he also just thinks they look pretty and are the perfect colour naturally, actually something he noticed about you first which he found really attractive.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

doesn’t like to make a mess at first… might even cum in a tissue the first few times because he thinks it’s more respectful.

but when he’s comfortable and such, he’d love to cum all over your hands after you finished him off with a handjob, he thinks it looks really hot and it’s enough to get him horny again hehe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he often imagines how you'd look tied up in front of him. at his disposal. his fantasies are actually super kinky but he very rarely tells you them. he’d probably never tie you up to the extent that he dreams of doing because he doesn’t want to hurt you and he thinks of you as quite fragile 🥺

i wanna do another because my wild card was kinda short this time but he would l o v e to do a life drawing of you. like this isn’t even sexual but i don’t wanna get attacked if i write this on something that is fluff lol. it would be something that he’d treasure and something that he would be so proud of. to make it dirty since it’s a dirty secret 👀 he had a few intrusive thoughts while he drew you and found it super hard to stay hyperfocused on the drawing. if you tried to flirt with him while modelling, he’d just tell you to save it for later and that’s when he’d unleash the beast lol.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

1 sexual partner with whom he was in a relationship with. he doesn’t think about it much and when he’s with you, he’s very much focused on you. one look at you and he’s forgotten about them already.

he knows what he’s doing for the most part, but sometimes he just wants to learn new things with you, together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes facing you: missionary and cowgirl, depending on what feels natural at the time. he likes bringing his face close to yours and hovering his lips over yours, occasionally touching with every thrust. enough to feel the other’s breath, but not enough to actually kiss.

once the pace has slowed a little, he’ll give you the kiss he’s been teasing you with for what feels like hours just so that you’ll appreciate it and enjoy it all the more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s quite serious in the moment. he wants to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself and that he’s doing the absolute most to exceed any expectations each and every time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he naturally doesn’t have much hair down there. he trims what he has and keeps it tidy since he feels it’s more intimate.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

most of the time, he’s extremely romantic during sex. he’s very into slow and sensual sex that allows you two to bond physically and emotionally. it’s important to him that he understands your wants and needs as his partner and vice versa, making the whole experience super romantic.

but that’s not all the time. sometimes he just wants to rip off your clothes and have his way with you and that’s ✨totally fine✨

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a typical laptop on desk, tissues besides him type of guy. he doesn’t do it too often, but when he does he has to fully commit because there is absolutely no way he’s stopping for anything/anyone that isn’t you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not that kinky, he’s a vanilla man. i’ll just list some sexual things that he likes hehe

whispering- he likes when you whisper close to his ear and he likes doing it to you. the tingling down his neck is intoxicating, he can’t help but want to feel it again and again. what you say is important too. he likes receiving praise. saying things like “you make me so wet” or “you turn me on so much” makes him so happy, it’s a great way to drive him crazy.

ropes- not to an extreme level, just one rope to tie your hands together behind you or in front of you.

eye contact- he likes that his eyes intimidate you of course, but you pushing past that and maintaining eye contact makes him feel a rush to MAKE you feel intimidated. he wants you to feel like he’s in charge (even if he’s not) and if he can’t do that with his eyes, then it’s pretty much over for him, but he likes that fact that you stood up to him and it turns him tf on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he likes sex in bed or on the floor. anywhere that he or you can lie comfortably. he likes fucking you in hotel beds. although it’s not really that dirty, it is for you two.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gentle strokes- he likes when you trace his jawline or collarbones with your fingers, especially when you have long nails. he almost always returns the favour. he likes gently dragging his finger up and down your thigh before and between rubbing your pussy.

directness- tell him you’re turned on. tell him why you’re turned on. tell him how he turned you on. tell him how you feel and why you think he should feel the same way to. by the end of your talk, he’s gurenteed to feel the same way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

angry sex/sex during an argument.

he wants to settle things properly first. sex isn’t a solution nor is it forgiveness. the only way he can truly be intimate with you is when you’re both happy and when you’re both on the same page. “angry” sex like that is meaningless to him, the argument mustn’t have been important if you can just forget about it so why can’t you just talk it through?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s naturally a giver and oral (sex in general) is no exception. he wants you to be able to allow yourself to receive instead of forcing it upon you if you’re not used to it. he introduces his tongue slowly and always asks if what he’s doing is okay. even if you are used to it, he’s always gonna build up to it. he likes when you take the lead even when he’s eating you out, he likes when you’re giving him directions or your hands are in his hair, controlling him, because then he knows that what he’s doing is right.

not too fussed about receiving head. of course he would never say no, but he’s not one to ask for one just to finish without pleasuring you. he’s eyes are closed during the whole thing and and he lets out small, quiet cusses which he knows turn you on. also says nice stuff to you (when he can get the words out) while you’re sucking his dick because 🥺 he is nice.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as i mentioned before, he’s slow and sensual. he keeps the experience extremely romantic and memorable. it leaves you wanting more and he knows.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not his style. at all. he likes to draw out the details, take his time with you, ensure you've both been treated and pleasured sufficiently.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’d only experiment with things that you’d tried before or things you’ve researched. he doesn’t wanna try anything new to the pair of you especially early on because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or leave a bad impression or anything like that. he’d never spring anything on you that you hadn’t discusssed either.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds, but it totally depends on you. how much you want, how much you turn him on after, how tired you are etc.

he usually lasts for around 20 mins but needs like a 10 second breather sometimes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t see him owning any toys but i don’t think he’d be opposed to using them. if you wanted to use them, great fantastic he’d get straight to it. he would definitely like to try them for himself at least once too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you much, because he’d rather just do it? but i guess if you’d consider extended foreplay to the point where you have to beg him to fuck you as teasing then he’s the master lol. oH and also doesn’t just kiss you during sex, he definitely teases with those.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

tries to hold his moans and cusses back but fails lol. they’re quiet and soft but you can still hear them. he gets kind of shy about them after sex too and he doesn’t really like it when you bring it up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“take it off” he orders, looking directly at your chest. you remove your tshirt on command and throw it to the ground. he walks towards you, backing you into the wall behind you. it was a harsh and sudden coldness on your back, but there was something even colder in front of you. his eyes glared at you, which subconsciously made you remove your bra.

“so fucking beautiful” he growled while taking one of your breasts in his hand. it wasn’t long before he started with his tongue. he circled your nipple with his tongue while he played with the other one in his hand. your head automatically fell back, luckily resting on the wall. he slowly began to flick your nipple with his tongue before gently kissing it and moving to the other one.

your hand found its way to his hair, grabbing it and pulling it a little. you occasionally let out small gasps, which almost always made him look up at you and smile.

after a few minutes, he stood up once again, head buried in your neck as he whispered what he wanted you to do for him next.

“please, make me cum. you've turned me on so much tonight.”

that’s when it all started making sense. you’d been bowling that night with friends. this involved a lot of bending over, a lot of casual skin touches when neither of you were bowling and a LOT of whispering closely in his ear since the music was so loud. you knew he liked it when you whispered, but you didn’t know even in that context that it would send shivers down your spine. you stored that info, maybe you’d use that against him one day after he’d been teasing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think average, with just a little under average thickness. i’m not sure if you can ever call a dick pretty but i feel with yoshi it would be justified, especially when it’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i’m pretty sure it varies depending on your type of relationship. if you are a romantic partner, 3-4 times a week. if it’s just a fling, once maybe twice a week at most. he has a naturally high sex drive, but he’s less likely to take his time with someone he has no feelings for meaning he doesn’t really crave sex as often as he would with someone he’s romantically involved with.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i mentioned above, yoshi wants to talk to you and connect with you even further after sex. he falls asleep when he’s ready to fall asleep, which is after he’s learnt something about you that makes his heart flutter, that he can tease you about later on.

[emilyoftheshadows]

Person A catches a bus home everyday, but today, they're so exhausted that they fall asleep, suddely they feel a light tap on their shoulder and open their eyes to see a cute guy/gal/person smiling at them. "Sorry to wake you, bit this is your stop, i hope you slept well"

So, this is the first piece I have written and posted here! This is a fluffy drabble loosely based on the prompt above as well as some tik tok ideas i've seen. I hope you enjoy and don't judge too hard :)

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Aelin never knew that she could feel such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time. The hectic events she had endured earlier in her day had left her drained and in dire need of sleep.

She started out her mornings as usual - brewing her coffee with the help of an overly excited Fleetfoot. On the subway ride to work, coffee in hand, she explicitly remembered checking her emails for any important notices regarding her job. As an advertising agent, she dealt with multiple clients at one time. With her meticulously organized calendar and the help of her overworked assistant Marion, she was usually able to keep everything in check. Today was not one of those days.

As she entered her office, Marion greeted her with her tablet in hand- Aelin’s schedule color coded, labeled and sorted by hour.

 “Good morning Ms. Galathynius, ready to hear your schedule for today?” Aelin nodded, sipping her coffee as Marion listed her client meetings for the upcoming day. As they entered her office, Aelin paused.

“Marion, could you please repeat that first meeting  again?”

“The Havilliard Scotch pitch at 12?” And that was when Aelin knew she was fucked. This pitch was meant for a well known drinking company in New York, fast on the come up. Havilliard Sr. was known to be picky about his branding, scrutinizing most agencies that had helped him before. She had barely gotten this client, practically begging Nehemia for the job. As she worked the branding, she had become worried about the content she was producing.

She was so worried about this pitch, that she had taken her laptop home last night in hopes of triple checking her work for mistakes and to fine tune some details. And that's where her laptop was at that moment. At her apartment, across town, sitting on her desk, collecting dust. Her mind raced at how to solve her predicament. The subway ride to and from her apartment was too long of a trip to make before the meeting and, like an amateur, she hadn’t saved her files anywhere else but her laptop. She was completely fucked. 

Marion stood in the doorway, confused on what was going on in Aelin’s head. Aelin decided to finally release herself from her stupor. “Marion, could you please go find Aedion for me? And tell him it’s an emergency.”

With a determined look on her face, her assistant went as fast as her short legs could carry her to Aedion’s office on the adjacent part of the building floor she was on. Within minutes, Aedion was standing at her door, panting like he had just sprinted the fastest race of his life. The good thing about having her overbearing cousin work with her, is that she knew that in any problem he would help in an instant. And this was one hell of a fucking problem.

“What happened Aelin? Are you okay? Were you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”

“You idiot I am physically fine, but still screwed and I need your help.” Aedion released the first breath Aelin had seen him take since entering her office.

“You know, when Marion power walked into my office saying you had an EMERGENCY and she didn’t know what was wrong with you, I definitely thought you would be passed out on your floor with blood on your face. But, you know, thanks for the heart attack. Really woke me up this morning.” 

Aelin rolled her eyes at him. He was more dramatic than her, and that spoke volumes in itself. 

“Aedion, please it really is an emergency. I have the big pitch for the Havilliard Scotch today and I left my laptop with the presentation at my apartment.” Aedion’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew that Aelin had been obsessed about this pitch and that mistakes like this only happened to her once in a blue moon. Aelin saw understanding dawn on his face and took that as a sign to continue.

“Now, I know a while back I sent you the rough drafts of the branding from when I first got the pitch. Is there any chance that you have the email or presentation saved still? If I have the basis of the presentation, I have an hour to build on it and hopefully fix this.”

Aedion’s face fell at the request. “We can go look, but you know I’m not the best at organizing my files Ace. It could be anywhere on my computer or not at all.” With those reaffirming words, Aelin and Aedion walked at a brisk pace back to his office. Combing through Aedion’s computer was an agonizing process. There were files saved from years ago that should’ve been deleted, and backtracking through all the contents of his computer made Aelin want to stab her eyes out. But it was all worth it, because hidden in the depths of this man’s terribly organized computer was the presentation. With a quick click of a button, she emailed the document to herself. She gave a half ass hug to Aedion, then practically ran to her office to start reworking her pitch on the computer there.

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Aelin believed it was pure adrenaline that enabled her to finish her pitch in time for the Havilliard meeting. With a strong foundation laid out before her from her first draft, she had constructed almost her exact pitch that was left at home. Aelin waited for the Havilliards in the boardroom, smoothing out her clothes as she paced at the front. Far too soon, Marion escorted Havilliard Sr., Dorian Havilliard, and their close friend and partner Chaol Westfall into the room for her presentation. The three men had sat down in silence with no introduction, except for a small encouraging smile from the younger Havilliard. Taking that as her sign to start, Aelin cleared her throat.

“Hello gentlemen, today I want to present to you the future of Havilliard Scotch…”

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As the men had exited the room single file, Aelin finally allowed herself to relax. That had felt like the longest pitch of her life. Going into the meeting, she had known the men were notorious for being extremely serious and critical of their agents. What she had not expected was the whispered words between the men after she had finished her presentation. As she looked on, Dorian Havilliard had finally broken away from their circle to address her.

“Miss Galathynius, thank you for your time. We will get back to you shortly about our decision to run with this branding or not.” With a quick nod and gesture to his companions, the trio had stood up and left the room. She was utterly shocked. Aelin had poured her sweat and tears into this pitch, quite literally, and they had just thanked her and left. No critiques, no opinions, no nothing. 

Quite honestly, Aelin was exhausted. She had spent most of her brain power reworking that pitch in that 45 minutes before that meeting and she had nothing left to give today. Yet, she still had a full schedule left to woo clients and work on her other projects. By the time Aelin trudged back to the subway, she was ready for a nice dinner at home followed by a restorative night of sleep with Fleetfoot at her side. 

Now, as she entered the subway, she immediately noticed the mystery man sitting down a few feet away from her. The man was moderately built, with muscles that were outlined by the fabric of his long sleeve t-shirt. His style was simple with a pair of nice jeans and Doc Marten boots, but that just allowed one's focus to settle on the beautiful creation that was his face. Mystery man had a strong jawline, lined with a bit of stubble and scruff. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green like none that she had seen before, his head topped with luscious silver hair. As the subway started, Mystery Man continued to sketch drawings into his book. Now, Aelin was never one to back  down from an opportunity to flirt with one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. She was a single woman in a big city, why the hell not. But her day had taken a toll on her, and she just didn’t know if this was the right time or place. So, she opted to put in her headphones as she waited for her stop, listening to relaxing music to calm her anxieties regarding the failed Havilliard pitch. 

 Seeing that her stop was next, Aelin rose from her seat to wait in line for the doors to open. As she waited, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Low and behold, there was the Mystery Man standing next to her with a piece of paper in hand. As she pulled her headphone out, the man silently handed her the paper. Looking down, she saw a pencil sketch of herself on the subway. The drawing was beautifully done with bold lines and harsh shading, contrasted by highlights created from the fluorescent lights of the subway. Her eyes welled up, immediately grateful for this thoughtful gift after such a horrible day. The Mystery Man saw her emotions, startled to see tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy. I just… I like to draw and when I saw you… I mean, it’s just you’re so stunning..” The man’s face flushed red as he tried to justify his beautiful art. Aelin laughed out loud for the first time today at his misunderstanding of her swell of emotions. 

“Oh no, these are just tears of..uhmm.. happiness? I guess…” She started to flush at her own awkwardness, trying to explain her emotions this time.

“I just had a really rough day and feel like shit. But this drawing is beautiful and I really am grateful that such a talented artist like yourself chose me as your muse today.” Aelin watched as the Mystery Man reacted to such a lavish compliment, somehow developing an even deeper blush with a shy smile . Gaining confidence from his reaction, she decided to make her move before she exited for her upcoming stop. 

“Hey, Mystery Man, why don’t I give you my number? Seeing that I am your muse and all, I would really like to learn more about your art.” It was a subpar pickup line at best, but hey, she had a long day and for the circumstance she thought it good enough. The man gave a deep timbered laugh at her pickup line, clearly enjoying their conversation now. 

“I think I might be one step ahead of you actually. Flip the drawing over.” As she flipped the paper, she saw a messy scrawl with the name Rowan, and what she could only assume was his number. The sight of these two things brought her complete giddiness. Giddiness that made you want to jump in the air and pump your fist because you're so excited. She looked up at Rowan, smirking as she tucked the piece of paper into her purse.

As the subway doors opened and they were pushed apart by bypassers, she turned around one last time to look at the man who had brightened her day beyond belief. She winked at Rowan as she walked away, not missing the wide smile he gave in return as the subway doors closed and continued on to the next stop.

[hanmegumi]

YOUR WOUNDS BLEED ON ME

Chapter 2

TW: None

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2: THE ARTIST

Everyone stared.

Seconds ticked by, and no one talked. And then, as the Sencens walked among the crowd, shoulders squared and chins tipped up, the whispers began.

They were a family of three people, famed—and that was all Fitz knew.

His eyes met who must have been Keefe Sencen. He was a blonde boy, his hair far too messy to be appropiate. His lips outlined a smirk that made Fitz’s eyes twitch. He handled himself with extreme confidence.

Fitz’s jaw clenched when he realized they were walking straight towards the Ruewens, only stopped halfway through by the Queen and King. They exchanged a few words, as if they were old acquaintances—but, giving it thought, that was probably true.

“Who are those?” Sophie asked in a whisper by Fitz’s side.

“The Sencens. Did you pay any attention to the list of guests?” he chuckled.

She frowned. “You seem suddely tense.”

“I am not.” To avoid explaining himself, he took a quick sip from a chalice that had been resting on the table. He regretted it seconds later, when whatever liquid the chalice held burned his throat and made his eyes water. He started to cough.

Sophie arched an eyebrow. “Are you well?”

“Quite,” he coughed out.

Since there were no cloths for him to use and he couldn’t bear the sensation of wet under his nose, he ran a sleeve of his suit over his mouth.

“That seems unadvisable.”

Fitz startled and turned to the silvery voice—who turned out to be Keefe Sencen.

Before any of them could add anything, someone cleared their throat. Keefe’s lip trembled as his father laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Lord Sencen,” Fitz said.

It was as if he had insulted him. Keefe’s father gritted his teeth and huffed.

“You are the competence?” he sneered.

Fitz hesitated. “I beg your pardon?”

“Come along, Keefe.” Lord Sencen walked away. Keefe had copied his father’s confidence, but fortunately he hadn’t imitated his harsh, irrespectful ways.

Keefe followed his father. Fitz had the feeling that he had met a version of Keefe that was a secret to the world.

They greeted the Ruewens politely and with much more joy. As Lord and Lady Sencen talked to Sophie’s parents, Fitz saw Keefe slowly approaching Sophie.

His heart jolted.

For what it could be said, Keefe came from a family of haughty people—proud, they seemed to be. Egocentric. If there was someone who could both charm and hurt Sophie, it was him.

Fitz shot a glimpse to Keefe’s parents, who were too immersed chatting with Sophie’s, and then loomed over his best friend.

He cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation.

Sophie pursed her lips. “Fitz. What are you—?”

“Fitz?” Keefe repeated, and his eyes widened. He glanced between them, and dropped a curtsy. “My most sincere apologies, Miss Foster. I did not know you already were...” His eyes narrowed at Fitz. “Compromised.”

“Compromised?” Sophie stammered. “I am not.”

“Is that so?” Keefe blinked. “The two of you are in a first-name basis.”

“We are,” Fitz jumped in, before Sophie could argue. “You may leave.”

“Do not,” Sophie replied, scowling. She looked at Keefe. “The Lord and I are acquaintances, that is all.”

“Is it?” Fitz insisted. Of course, Sophie would think of the idea as crazy at first. She wouldn’t yield in easily. Clearly, it was hard for her to imagine her childhood friend being in love with her.

It was hard for Fitz, as well, but he had not just started and it was already becoming easier to pretend.

Still, Sophie said, “Absolutely.”

“Do not—” Fitz started.

“I will be around,” Keefe said, not meeting Fitz or Sophie’s eyes. “Excuse me.”

As he walked away, Sophie opened her mouth to say something, but did not. She reeled on her heels and frowned at Fitz. “Why did you do that?”

"Whatever could you be talking about?”

Sophie fiddled with her beautiful red dress. “You know what I mean. We both know it. Fitz... Lord... I... show some respect. They are—”

“Arrogant and bad-mannered,” Fitz cut off. “This is your first soiree, Sophie. Her Majesty Herself claimed you were the diamond of the season. All gentlemen will have their eyes fixed on you, and you ought to be careful. I... do not wish to interfere, but I would not forgive myself if someone hurt you. Look at the Redeks. Look at the rumors that are whispered about them, how easily they spread. I am trying to protect you.”

“I did not ask for it,” Sophie gainsaid. “In fact, I will ask you to keep your distance tonight. I do have a prestige, Fitz.”

And she left. Fitz didn’t try to stop her. He had to give it time. It was just the first night. It would seem suspicious, he thought, if he suddenly had developed feelings, when it had been nothing but a friendship all along.

While Sophie danced with Keefe, Fitz just stood on a corner. As unapproachable as he tried to look, he declined the ladies’s flirts with politeness.

Then A Little Birch Tree started to play, and Keefe and Sophie split apart. At least, it seemed like they hadn’t had that much chemistry. Surely, nothing of what Keefe could do was going to impress Sophie. Fitz could sing, and compose—and Sophie loved music.

Basically, unless Keefe could play an instrument, he meant no threat.

“I see you are enjoying yourself.”

Fitz realized he had been thinking about Keefe too much. He turned to him. “I am.”

Keefe sketched a lopsided smile. “Are you truly in love with the young lady?”

“That is none of your business.”

“It might be.” Keefe scoffed. “You do not know who I am, now do you?”

Fitz glanced askance at him. “I have no interest in finding out, either.”

“Oh, well. What a shame.” Keefe’s smile wouldn’t go away—in fact, it widened with each sentence they exchanged. “I am an artist, you know? Hired to paint the Ruewens.”

“With what purposes?”

“Only distinguished people have portraits,” Keefe said in a jest. “Those with a high rank.”

Fitz paused. “You have no intention to marry?”

“Well, of course I do. And I will be spending enough time with Miss Foster—”

“She might have denied it, but she is to wed me,” Fitz spat. “I do not want you anywhere near her.”

“That is for her to decide.” Keefe bowed. “A pleasure, my right Honorable Lord. I shall leave now. I can feel myself getting cranky and you do not want to see that.”

He winked before leaving. Fitz frowned, but he was not do deny it.

Keefe Sencen was quite the competence.

[lousimusician]

hi! could i request a mob!tom where him and the reader are fwb and they both like each other but neither of them want to commit to each other because of his line of work. and then one day tom snaps and he's like "i can't do this anymore, we're not just friends!" or something like that. thank you!!

I loved this one! Thank you for requesting!❤

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"Shit," you grunted breathlessly, climbing off Tom and collapsing next to him on the bed, "That was fantastic."

Tom hummed, rolling over to place kisses on your neck, making you giggle. "You're very energetic today huh?" You teased.

"Can't help it," he muttered, "You're addicting."

Damn he made you weak.

You hummed blissfully, relishing the feeling of his lips on your neck, wishing you could stay like this forever.

You felt his hand slip onto your thigh and closer to your core, but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Ah ah ah," you laughed, "Not today, I gotta go."

"Yeah? Where to?" He asked, continuing to plant kisses on your neck.

You smirked, "Well if you must know... I have another date tonight."

Tom sat up, and raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, "Another one? With who?"

You shrugged, "Some guy from my art history class, 's been asking me out for nearly a month." Tom frowned, making you laugh, "Aw don't get all pouty big scary mafia boss. You'll still be my number one guy I go to for a quick fuck."

'Quick Fuck...' you laughed pitifully to yourself 'He's anything but.'

You raked your fingers through his curls, staring into his eyes a little bit longer than you probably should have, before sitting up.

Tom rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling while you started collecting your clothes, "Quick fuck hm?" He asked.

"Well yeah," you said, pulling your pants up, "What else?"

You've gotten too good at lying.

"Nothing," he muttered, "Have fun."

You gave him a skeptical look, hearing a passive aggressive undertone, but after pulling your shirt on you headed out.

Tom sighed, and ran a hand down his face.

'Date' 

The word ran through his head endlessly, and he felt anger bubbling in his stomach.

He was well aware of his feelings for you of course, but the two of you had no realistic future with what he did for a living, so he was fine with the whole friends with benefits arrangement... but that was before you decided to go on dates.

Tom suddenly got an idea, and quickly scrambled out of his bed and pulled his pants on, before running downstairs, where he knew a few of his men would be waiting.

"You two," he said, pointing at two of the four men that were there, "I need you to tail (Y/N) tonight." 

~~

It wasn't ideal.

Not at all.

To go out on dates with boys you barely knew, in hopes of smothering the crush you've harbored on Tom all these years.

Probably doesn't help your case that you go back to him almost everyday, hiding what you really wanted behind eager kisses and desperate fucks.

But that's how these stories usually played out, huh?

'It's safer' a little voice in the back of your head insisted.

And it was right. Getting into a relationship with someone from a mob is downright ridiculous.

Not that what you were doing was really any better-

"Helloo~" you sang as you stalked into Tom's office.

It was a new day and you already forgot about your date last night upon seeing his hunched over form over a ton of paperwork. Usually no one was allowed in while he worked, but he was always quite lenient with you which you took full advantage of.

He hummed in acknowledgment but didn't look up, which was a bit out of character.

You frowned at the lack of attention, and shrugged off your jacket, tossing it onto a chair.

"So," you started, "Wanna ditch the paperwork for a bit and have some fun-"

"How was your date?" He asked, cutting you off.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow.

He leaned back in his chair, "Your date. How was it?"

"'S alright, I s'pose," you mumbled, not used to this coldness coming from him. 

Why does he seem so angry?

Well actuallly, ....Tom was livid.

He had heard the report on your date last night, and it had put Tom in a sour mood all day. But there was a certain sentence in the report that got to him much more than he'd like to admit.

The date was seen leaving her apartment at promptly 7 am this morning.

He hummed, "Did you have fun?"

You shrugged, "I mean, I guess- is something wrong?"

Tom stood up, and walked around his desk, until he stood in front of you. "Course not." He finally answered.

His one arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him.

You placed both hands on his chest and relaxed a bit, thinking he was snapping out of his bad mood. However the air still held a thick tension.

He leaned down and ghosted his lips along your own, before pressing his mouth hard against yours.

You let out a squeak at the suddeness of it all but relaxed into his kiss.

This kiss was different from his usual one's.

Aggressive, unforgiving, possessive.

And you knew he was still pissed.

You broke the kiss, "Okay Tom, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." He grunted, trying to dive back in for another kiss, but you pulled back.

"Bullshit. What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" He scoffed, "Does it matter? I thought you only came here for a quick fuck anyway."

You rolled your eyes, "Stop being a dick, and tell me what's wrong."

"Did you fuck him?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What-?"

"Did you fuck him? Last night?" He reiterated.

"Oh, you mean Andrew?" You asked, coming to the realization. "No, of course I didn't fuck him. I only really just met the guy."

"Bullshit." He said, repeating your word from earlier.

"What-"

"That's bullshit (Y/N) and you know it."

You backed away from him, "What the hell is the matter with you? Why would I lie? You know we have a deal to fully disclose any sexual partners either of us may have."

"Then why did he leave your place at seven in the morning?" He blurted out in anger.

"How do you-"

"Because I had my men follow you, that's how!" He shouted, turning so his back was faced towards you.

Tom never had a very good handle on his emotions and tended to lash out, which usually worked in his favor when dealing with clients, but in this situation he knew he was probably overreacting.

Fuck- you guys weren't even exclusive, he shouldn't act like this.

He knew he had no right to feel this jealous, but just the thought of you with someone else was enough to drive him crazy.

But the thought that some other guy got to go on a date with you- something he's never been able to do- set his blood on fire.

"You had me followed?" You asked in a steady but angry voice. 

He was silent, guilt and shame filling him.

You scoffed when he didn't respond. "Fine. I'll tell you why he left at 7. He had a little bit too much to drink and I wasn't about to let him drive home, so I let him sleep on the couch. Alright? That answer good enough for you?" He stayed silent, back still facing you. You rolled your eyes, assuming he was probably embarrassed for overreacting, and too prideful to admit he was wrong. "Whatever. I'm going home." You turned, and grabbed your jacket from the chair you threw it on, and started putting it on as you headed for the door.

But suddenly his hand covered your own on the doorknob, stopping your actions. "Wait." He muttered, standing behind you.

You turned around to face him, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

He sighed, "I can't..." he trailed off, "I can't do this anymore."

Your heart stuttered, "What?"

Was this it? Has he finally had enough of you?

"This thing between us is tearing me apart."

You shifted from foot to foot. "Okay... so you wanna break things off?" You asked, hiding the hurt in your voice.

He grunted in frustration and pulled at his hair, "No! That's- .. that's the opposite of what I want!"

Your eyes widened in realization, your heart hammering in your chest but you wouldn't feed into the illusion of a relationship with him no matter how badly you wanted it. "Oh...but Tom..." You trailed off, "But... we're friends." 

"No we aren't." He snapped, "You know just as well as I do that we're way more than that." He stated firmly.

You fell silent for a few beats, "... You." You sighed, "Tom I..." Fuck, you were weak, "Fine," you groaned in exasperation, "I like you Tom, I really do- but I just can't-"

"Why not!?"

"Because it's too dangerous!" You yelled. You calmed yourself before you continued, "Tom I like you so fucking much, but you know I can't... you're a criminal." You said softly.

Deafening silence spilled the space between you two.

Tom sighed.

He knew you were right, he even knew that there's a good chance that the two of you would've been together already if it wasn't for his line of work.

Tom didn't respond.

Instead he walked up to you and pulled you into a tender kiss, much different than the one before. It made you feel dizzy and light headed, but at the same time it sent sparks through your entire body.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm asking a lot of you princess, and I know that. It's dangerous but I promise that I will do whatever I need to, to keep you safe." He paused, "I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else other than me, but if you want out I'll let you go. But shit like this doesn't happen for me often and I... I really don't want you to go."

You stared up at him, wide eyed.

Shit...

"Then... don't let me go."

...you really are weak for him.

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Let me know what you think! I'm still pulling myself out of a writers block, and feedback helps keep me going❤❤❤

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Future Days (Favored Ones, Part 13.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Part summary: All it can take is a wrong word whispered in a wrong moment. Specifically three of them. And with that, Joel wanted to know what happened and how long it actually was.

A/N: Both songs, Future Days (by Pearl Jam) and Take on Me (by a-ha) are part of the game itself, but I still think that Joel has somehow a sweet spot for playing Johnny Cash and you can’t take that from me.

Word count: 4.6 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​​ @peakymarvels​​ @davnwillcome​ @pickleriiick​ @jodiereedus22​ @gladiosamicitias​ @tamkashi​ @eternallyvenus​ @avengerssstuff​ @fangirl-inthe-us​ @avery-miller​ @mikah-writes​ @mad-hatter-98​ @sadiaafrin99​ @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

The spring of 2038, two days before the incident:

“When did it happen?” - Joel asked out of blue when you were both laying down in the bed after one of these exquisite sex sessions. You rose your head, searching for further specification of what he exactly had on his mind.

“When what did happen?” - You answered with a question, getting up to pull a shirt on your body. The man watched you for a while before taking in a huge amount of air.

“You said you love me, right before you came.” - He said quietly, making you stop everything you’ve been doing at that moment. You stood there with the shirt half-buttoned up, your fingers hold the buttons while you horrifiedly tried to overcome that after all that time, you’ve told him. - “I mean, that ain’t only this night’s convention, is it?”

There was a total void inside your head. You pointed your finger at the man, trying to find some words, yet all you could do was to stutter. For real, you hadn’t felt that cringy for a long time. This was like someone finding you and Joel right in the action, but way worse. Why did you tell him that? What’s gotten into you?

“Calm down, kiddo. I’m not mad, I’m just curious.” - Joel sat up on the bed, looking at you searching for any words that would come to your mind. He wasn’t mad. With an uncomfortable expression, you shook your head and searched for your panties in the clothes all over the ground.

“It was just in the heat of the moment. Forget about me ever saying it, yeah?” - Came out of your lips with a pretty high-pitched chuckle, showing Joel how nervous you were.

“I will forget it after you tell me when it happened.” - The man teased you with a fond smile, watching you standing there, playing with your panties. So, you put them on and then walked to the bed, sitting down.

“When you played guitar at the campfire. This summer. Yeah.” - You nodded, looking down on your knees with your eyes teary.

“That’s before this... Before the whole thing even started. You’ve said you don’t have a problem with... It bein’ how it is.” - Joel mumbled unbelievably, looking down too. You nodded, wiping the tears away. - “I told you it was just a sudden... Passion. Pretend I hadn’t say and we’ll be fine.” - You stood up, yet this time, you felt his fingers lingering around your forearm.

“My guitar skills made you fall in love?” - He chuckled as if nothing was going on. You have accidentally spilled the tea about emotionally crossing the line, yet Miller looked super-chilled. Who wouldn’t freak out at that point? But as he told you that with confidence, you just chuckled and laid next to him, looking into the ceiling too, thinking about that summer night.

Late summer of 2037:

Everyone you knew gathered around the bonfire to celebrate the fourth of July. Well, at least the adult ones who could drink alcohol since it was pretty late already. You, Ellie, Jesse, and Dina sat a bit further away, having some small chit-chat while adults like Maria and Tommy sat close to the campfire, laughing at adult jokes.

"Look at the stars, man." - Ellie sighed dreamily, putting her hands below her head. Gently, you laid next to her, snuggling to her side until she put one of her hands over your hip.

"Are you starting about the fucking cosmonauts again?" - You asked with a chuckle, feeling the girl under you chuckle as well. You could feel something gently slipping under your t-shirt, just when Ellie started to tickle you. It was too late to stop her.

"You love it when I talk about that." - She caught your palms, putting it up under your chin, having you wiggle your hips like crazy. The adults turned their heads like you, seeing you laughing in tears. Many of them thought that maybe you and Joel's little girl are a thing, but... Only if they'd know. Only if they'd know that both of you already had someone else on your mind. Not at the moment, but there was a guy who caught your attention completely.

"I do! I do! Stop!" - You mouthed breathlessly, finally having Ellie letting you go. - "Man, my hips hurt like living fuck. Fuck you." - Was a whisper coming out of your lips while you watched Ellie. This look was sultry with friendly emotions, there wasn't a single thing indicating you two had something going on.

"Stop making out and have some fun with us." - Jesse teased both of you, which resolved in you stealing Jesse’s glass of bourbon, sharing it with Ellie. Dina was laid between his thighs, having a contained smile of her lips. One of her palms was holding Jesse’s forearm put over her shoulder. The boy let you have the glass, deciding to go for another one later.

"So, tell me something, Jesse, when you're all about talking these days." - You closed your eyes a bit, having a seductive smile on your lips - you weren't afraid to use it in front of Dina since Ellie was wrapped around you just like Jesse was wrapped around his girlfriend. - "And leave Dina and her boobs out of it, please." - You begged, making both the girls laugh cheerfully.

"You're such a dickhead, damn it. Have you talked to Eugene lately?" - He asked, biting his lower lip. You and Ellie looked excited in a matter of seconds. Eugene was someone called ’a local dealer’ or ‘crackhead’. When youngsters were looking for some weed, they talked to the man every time. Eugene was a fucking weed machine. - "He said that we should wait only two more weeks." - Jesse leaned back into his palms with a shit-eating grin while watching you. That sounded good. Like real good.

"Come on, man! Play somethin’ for us." - Someone with a Texas accent yelled with a burst of laughter, having all four of you looking at them. It was Tommy, who was holding a beer, having his palm in the back pocket of Maria’s jeans. They were a lovely couple. Tommy was looking sharper in the last few weeks - he was growing a beard and hair, so now, he had a weird bun at the back of his head. He was that cool uncle who every kid wanted to have.

And he was encouraging Joel to play guitar for all of the people. Ellie chuckled at that, watching these two bickering like two little girls. - "Yeah, Joel, come on! Play something." - She yelled suddenly, having Joel’s eyes snapping at both of you sitting in the grass.

Ever since what happened in the sewers, you and Joel were kinda... Friends. Not exactly friends, maybe, yet you at least acknowledged the presence of each other. Before that, he had never said hi or asked how you're doing. But ever since that, he made sure to at least nod at you when you were walking through the town and met each other. Sometimes, when your paths crossed, he even stopped for a little talk. He was acting... Nice to you.

Yet you thought that's just a formality and an act of politeness from the man, since every time he saw you, you were all wrapped up inside Ellie's arms. This time, she was leaning her chest to your back holding the glass with bourbon over your hip, where she had her arm. You made it extremely hard to guess if it's just a friendship or more.

Yet even this time, Joel smiled and nodded at you. And since Ellie wished him to play something for her, he couldn't say no. With a heavy sigh, he accepted the guitar and played the first chords of some song. Any of you knew the words yet everyone shut up, listening to the flow of the song. It was magnificent in a way, gentle and passionate at the same time.

Joel's palms and fingers could do wonders with the instrument. He wasn't maybe the greatest singer of all times, but his quiet raspy voice was nice to listen to. Especially when he plucked the strings and his voice went higher, but it was just gentle. When he ended the song, he looked around, searching for something. And when he did find the person, he gave them another smile. It was you, staring at Joel with your mouth slightly opened. - "You know this one, kiddo."

Seconds after that, the first chords of another song vibrated through the bonfire. In the first moment, you thought that he's surely speaking to Ellie, but soon you realized that this comment belonged to you. You knew the song - Joel hummed it to you in the sewers. You got on your feet quickly, telling Ellie that you found this song in an old songbook you had at home. Immediately, you ran to get it.

Joel was surprised that you ran off instead of listening to him playing the song, but that didn't stop him. Ellie, even if they still weren't exactly on the same note, sat there with a glass of bourbon and listened to the old man. There was no denying. Joel let her down big time with what he has done. There wasn't a simple sorry to be said - she didn't talk to him, she didn't spend time with him, they haven't a thing in common. But even though, Joel made sure that he has her back all the time. And she had his back the whole time although the would never say that out loud.

Seeing and hearing Joel play guitar was moving with something inside of her. Ellie's heart suddenly felt healed and full of love, the angry girl inside of her felt safe for a little longer. The only wish she had at those moments was to have the things as they were before. But that wasn't an option for her and Joel anymore. But to have you all over the place for it was a nice change to see from you always cursing and making fun of her and your other friends.

You ran back a few minutes back with that old piece of lettuce in your palm. It was an old songbook you once found in a music store. Barely catching your breath, you sat next to Joel on the log. The man was confused for a moment before he figured out what you're holding, yet you ignored the stare, looking for the song. When you found it, you shoved the book in his face, showing him the song - The Man Comes Around by Johnny Cash.

"That's nice, kid, but the song has ended already." - Joel took the book to his palms, listing through it. There were songs he never heard about in a combination with the songs he knew and loved. When he told you about the song's end, your posture shifted to reflect the letdown. You didn't stop for a second, yet you didn't make it on time. What a shame. - "I can play it again if you wanna, I mean, it won't kill me." - The man next to you said quietly, shifting his eyes on you with a small shine in them. People loved to listen to other people play the instrument, but no-one ever had run for a songbook just to sing along.

"You better play it, look at the girl, she can barely breathe." - Tommy chimed in with a bottle of beer for you. You honestly loved Tommy  - he was the cool uncle who was up to fo stuff with you, who loved your craziest ideas and supported your dreams ever since he started to live in Jackon with Maria, Joel, and Ellie. While Tommy was this social person who was always up for some fun, Joel never engaged with other people that much. This old man was one big mystery.

You watched him shift his posture, looking at you. Suddenly, he gave the songbook back to you, pushing it into your palm. - "What are you doing?" - You smiled, giggling at that. Joel took a sip of his coffee, preparing for another row of playing.

"You have to hold it, need to see the chords, kiddo." - Joels elbow gently bumped into your ribs, having you completely out of focus for a small while. The look you spared him was somehow endless. Your expression froze for a second when you let your eyes to look down into that man’s eyes. A weird small thing has clicked inside of you, taking all of the air out of your lungs. It was similar to taking a deep dive under the surface - blood rushing through your eardrums, your stomach contracted and your head spun for a small while, having you wink a few times.

"Hey, you good? Seems like you'll throw up." - The man spoke up, waking you up from the trance. To hide how the shakiness of your fingers, you gulped down some beer, looking away. What the fuck? What the fuck was that? What had just happened?

"No, I just think you're full of shit." - You mumbled back. A shit-eating grin appeared on your face, telling Joel that you're just fucking with him. Joel's arms circled the instrument as he exhaled with his eyes on the fire in front of you. His lips clicked quickly, having you fully smile at that moment. - "I am full of shit, okay. How so?" - Joel asked back.

Slowly, he watched your posture relaxing once again. For a moment, you licked your lips and watched the fire while Joel waited for what you had to say. - "Because I know that you have all the chords inside here, asshole." - You rose your eyebrows, tapping your temple with the notebook. - "Or is dementia knocking on your door already?"

Honestly, no-one would suspect this joke would make Joel burst out of laughter as much as it did. Yet he found it hilarious. It made Ellie look at both of you as well. Joel never laughed like that in public, so it was a very scary experience to go through. But after that, you scooped back on your spot and opened the songbook again, making sure he sees all of it.

It was strange to feel his forearm touching your skin. It was itching weirdly, but you didn't scoop off. You secretly hoped that this small contact would never end. You tried to hide a weird smirk that appeared on your face, feeling your cheeks getting heated up for a small moment.

"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse." - Joel recited and before you could ask what did that fucking meant, the first chords of the song were played. It was an intro to the song, you figured out pretty quickly when he sang the first words. His elbow bumped into you again, his face was encouraging you to sing with him. And even though singing wasn't exactly your best feature, you joined in.

It made a lot of people chuckle - not because they sensed the strange situation or the cringe of all of it, but because you had a problem with timing the words right. Why did you have such a problem with fitting the timing? No mystery here - you were singing the song for the very first time.

Ellie could see that both you and Joel were having a lot of fun even when you were only singing. For a reason, the man seemed to enjoy someone interested in something he was into. He suddenly seemed to be a good few years younger with you singing by his side. And you just seemed overall happy for a reason, even bursting into laughter at one point in the song.

"They would be a good pair." - Dina said all of a sudden, having Ellie looking at her. She was staring for a while at that moment, thinking about kissing Dina out of the blue, just trying her chances. Yet this was a surprised her. The green-eyed girl widened her eyes, being scared. After this statement, Ellie drank the whole glass at once, gulping it down quickly. - "Just saying, Jesus. What was that for?" - Dina laughed while you and Joel seemed to have some extremely funny conversation with Maria and Tommy chiming in.

"Joel... Like my Joel and our Y/N? They would be a good pair?" - Ellie stood up, helping Dina on her feet as well. The girls were watching both of you sitting there and laughing at something Tommy had said. It was most likely his anecdote that had happened in the woods last week. It was pretty funny, Ellie had heard it two times already.

"Look at them. Have you seen him calm like that in the last few years? After you and him," - "Dina, I don't need your lecturing now. Shove it up to your ass, thank you." - "But he was eating one's heart ever since last year. Look at him now." - Dina ended the discussion, taking another long swing. At that, Ellie just inflated her cheeks, tapping her boot into the ground.

"Or you better look where you're stepping, old man." - You answered Tommy after him telling you the story of how he accidentally stepped into bear shit. - "Would save Maria a lot of work, eh?" - You asked the woman in front of you. She didn't tell Tommy a word, but her expression was clear as a day.

"Anyway, we need to go now. Have some work at home, so, see you tomorrow at lunch?" - Tommy asked. So sex was now called having some work at home? What else would they do at midnight? A loud, unbelieving exhale came out of your lips with giggles when the pair was leaving you there with Joel. A lot of people started to leave and you even saw Dina and Jesse hugging Ellie, taking off. - "You goin’ too? I'm not goin’ to force you to stay late or whatever." - Joel sipped coffee again. You were taking in the whole situation and the sight of the man. He was nervously playing with the string while thoughts were flashing through his head.

Were you ready to go to sleep? Fuck no. Your body was fully awake, ready for more things to experience. And you hadn't felt anything like that in a long time. It was a nice change.

"I'm not tired, to be honest." - You shook your head, going through the songbook to see if some song would catch your eye. You took another sip of the beer, leaning your palm into the log beneath you. At that moment, Ellie approached you uncomfortably with her palms in the pockets of her jeans. She was looking all around so she didn't have to look Joel in the face.

"You want me to take you home, babe?" - Ellie asked you quietly, tapping the tip of her boot violently. She was nervous. But you stood up and hugged her, keeping your eyes closed the whole time, shaking your head gently.

"Get some sleep, hun, take a rest, and tomorrow, I'll kick your ass, yeah?" - You teased your best friend, having her biting her lower lips. - "’ kay, you liar. You won't kick my ass." - With that, she turned her look to Joel. - "Good night, Joel." - She whispered nervously, turning her head almost immediately.

The situation between these two was still bad, but some small steps were happening which moved the relationship forward. A month ago, she would never greet him. This was something huge happening in front of you. When she left, your steps led you back to sit next to Joel, looking at the burning fire.

"Can I ask you something?" - You mumbled, turning your face at Joel. The man nodded immediately, waiting for the question itself. -"Will you play something for me? I mean, whatever you want to."

"I already did, kiddo. Do I look like a jukebox to you?" - Joel asked with a serious face, putting the mug of coffee down on the ground. First, you thought he really won't play shit for you, but the grin sneaking to his face had disclosed him. This time, you were the one who was bumping the elbow to his side. - "Ever heard of Pearl Jam or nah?" - He asked, already playing the first chords. Slowly, not to bump into the guitar, you turned around to face him.

"No, never before."

And the song was an experience that made you shut up. You were just sitting there, next to the man, holding the bottle in both your palms. You weren't even blinking when you listened to the love song. It was slow, romantic and it could be seen that Joel has a lot of feelings for that song. Genuine feelings that most likely were bonding to Ellie in some way. It was a beautiful and intimate moment.

Your eyes were taking in the man as a whole - his fingers traveling around the instrument, plucking the chords. Sometimes, his eyes watched the strings to make sure he's not plucking the wrong ones, sometimes he slipped to you being lost in the song, which made him grin widely.

You never saw this man as someone strikingly handsome, but this night was different. The gaze you were giving him traveled from his chin covered in messy beard to his maybe-too-long hair, then to the curve his lips and nose, ending at the dark eyes which were watching you back. It was at that moment you realized you might have stared at him for too long, so you chuckled and looked away to the bonfire, taking a swing of the beer.

"That's Future Days for you, missy." - Joel said in the end, clearly still grinning. Being caught staring was something out-of-character for you that he found it cute to see you being embarrassed with yourself. He didn't have any particular feeling about you staring for too long - at the end, whose ego wouldn't boost stare from such a young, pretty lady in the end? Joel was too old to even try his chances anyway, so it didn't matter that much anyway. At that moment, you didn't think that Joel has some chances with you either, not knowing what will be happening just a year after the campfire.  - "I have one more if you're not hurryin’ home?"

When you shook your head, another song was started. It was slow as well, but this one felt way more playful. Joel sat up a bit straight, giving you another grin, making you chuckle. He was maybe trying what your reaction will be unwitting with this one, he didn't know either. It was just a sudden feeling that he should play this song at that moment.

"We're talking away. I don't know what - I'm to say I'll say it anyway. Today's another day to find you, shying away - I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me. Take me on." - The man sang, having you on the edge completely this time. You weren't turning away, which seemed to be a positive reaction. There was some shine in your eyes, telling him that no matter what, you want to hear what he has to say. - "So needless to say, I'm odds and ends. But I'll be stumbling away, slowly learning that life is okay. Say after me it's no better to be safe than sorry."

He was kinda surprised when he heard you singing the word of the chorus as well, joining in. Joel nodded quickly to assure you that you're okay and that he wants you to sing as well. So you did. For you, he even added two extra choruses to hear you enjoy the song. It was a gift to play for someone genuinely interested in these things.

"I like this one. Who sang it?" - You smiled, leaning the side of your face to your shoulder.

"I wrote it, youngblood. Ain’t it obvious?" - Joel chuckled, having you laugh again. Something similar to liar came out of your lips, having him smiling again. - "A band named A-Ha. I have some of their tapes at home if you'd like to,"

"I would love to." - You burst out suddenly, laughing when you realized that was a bit childish. With that, you got up and looked down on the man. - "It was nice of you. Maybe you can teach me how to play it one day?"

"I would love to." - He repeated after you, standing up as well as he swung the guitar over his shoulder, picking the mug from the ground. - "You want me to go with you?" - He asked seriously. It wasn’t a romantic gesture or a security precaution, it was just Joel being a gentleman.

With a shy smile, you nodded, walking with him through the whole town to your house - even if he lived on the other side and this was out-of-way for Joel.

The spring of 2038, two days before the incident:

"That's how it happened, yeah." - You whispered, smiling at the memory of that night. You laughed the whole way to your house since the man had some good jokes. You never heard him speak as much before that night when you thought about it. - "Can you please now forget what happened? It's so embarrassing."

"I don't think I will." - Joel sighed before he let out a big yawn. You didn't know what did that meant either. Joel was being all mysterious again, having you rolling your eyes. - "I'm not mad, it just took me by a surprise. But I'm tired, can we go to sleep now?"

"Now you sound like an old man." - It was a thing you said when you got out of the bed. That made Joel furrow and looking at your back to see what you were about. Were you leaving? Because of what happened? He was very fond of you, it could be called love for God’s sake, yet he wasnt the type to say it just like that. It was too early to get emotionally attached to him. But when you walked around your clothes on the floor and stopped in the doorframe, you turned back at him with a smile.

"I'm going to have a glass of water. You want something?" - That was his chance. To say something nice and kind, something he meant from the bottom of your heart but wasn’t as game-changing as the three words that accidentally slipped out of you. - "Yea." - The man nodded, leaning his elbow to the bed to support his head while looking at you. Your head motioned at him to continue. - "Can you be back as soon as possible?"

And that made you smile and your cheeks heated up as you left the bedroom, bringing him a glass as well since the old man needed his hydration.

[krreader]

SEVENTEEN scenario → calling you clingy.

pairing: seventeen x reader fandom: seventeen warnings: / genre: fluff ; angst word count: 2.2k+

a/n: aaaaaah, I’m so happy I finally got to work on some more seventeen stuff so I hope you like it love!

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choi seungcheol

As the leader, Seungcheol obviously had a lot of responsibilities. You knew that too. You had known that ever since you first started dating him and you respected that and were okay with it.

But you missed him a lot these days. Comeback was always hard on your relationship.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind when he was in the bathroom getting ready to leave again.

“Can you stay for a little longer? Just.. twenty minutes or something?”

Seungcheol sighed, “Please don't be clingy like this.”

You immediately stopped kissing his neck, instead you took a step back and cocked your head to the side, “Clingy? This was the first night we spent together in four weeks. One. Night. I've not complained once in the past four weeks and I'm clingy?”

“You know what I meant,” he turned around, “Don't turn this into an argument.”

“Oh, this isn't an argument, sweetheart. This is me telling you to maybe appreciate me a little more, instead of insulting me when I’ve done nothing but respect you and your job..”

“(Y/N), wait..-” he wanted to pull his own hair out when you left the bathroom, mostly because he knew you were right..

He should have thought about his words more carefully.

yoon jeonghan

He never meant to snap at you, he didn't quite know what was the reason for it, maybe the stress, maybe the exhaustion, but one second everything was fine and the next Jeonghan called you clingy and wanted you to leave him alone.

Which you obviously did, you weren't in the mood to argue.

And you knew he'd come running back to you in less than thirty minutes to apologize.

You were sitting on the couch when he entered the living room of your apartment.

“What are you doing?” he asked shyly.

“I'm on my phone,” you said nonchalantly.

“Are you.. playing that game? Pokémon Go?”

“No, the Harry Potter version,” it was clear that he wanted to make conversation, but you gave him the cold shoulder.

And it worked wonders. With a heavy sigh he dropped down on the couch next to you, “(Y/N), I am so sorry about what I said before.. I don't know what happened, but I never meant to snap at you like this, you have to believe me..-”

He continued on for about five more minutes while you just continued playing your game.

And when he was finally done you smiled at him, “It's fine, I'm not angry, I just wanted to see how worked up you'd get over this.”

His mouth was slightly ajar, then he murmured, “You're mean.”

“Only when I have to be,” you winked.

joshua hong

Joshua felt bad the second the words “Why are you so clingy today?” left his mouth and saw how hurt you were from it.

You had realized he was having a bad day and wanted to cheer him up by staying a bit longer than usual, but it clearly backfired.

“I'll just.. go then..-”

“No, no, no, wait..-” he grabbed your hand before you could do so and turned you around to pull you close, cradling your head against his chest, “I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to say that. I should have thought before speaking, I'm sorry.”

You forced yourself not to cry, focused on his heartbeat and nodded, slowly relaxing in his arms again.

You knew he didn't mean it.. or at least you hoped he didn't.

wen junhui

This wasn't a new argument you had. It was as if he always ended up saying the “You're clingy” line whenever he felt like shit and needed to let it out on somebody. And unfortunately, it was always you.

At this point, though, you've gotten so used to it that you simply rolled your eyes, “Whatever you say,” you continued to place the food in front of him, “Eat this.”

“No, I told you, I'm not..-”

“Stop arguing with me and just eat it. Am I your mother or your girlfriend? Jeez,” you plopped down on the couch and waited for him to eat it and of course he did. He did because he hadn't eaten a single thing today and you knew he hadn't, that's why you came here so late at night.

Not because you were clingy, but because you cared.

And once he was done, he turned around to look at you like a little child and said: “I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

“Whatever,” it was sad how used you’ve gotten to this..

kwon soonyoung

You visited him in the dance studio one night after he had been ignoring your calls for hours.

You were worried about him lately, you just wanted to make sure he was okay, but the moment he saw you, his face dropped.

“There's a reason I've not been answering my phone. Stop being so clingy, (Y/N)! I'm busy!”

You stared at him for a second, then you dropped the bag of food as well as the two bottles of water, “Well then.. sorry that I care.”

And with that you angrily left.

Soonyoung was still out of breath from dancing, then he slowly walked over to the food and smiled sadly when he saw you had bought all of his favorite things.

The smile faded though when he realized what he had just called you.. the one that cared so much about him that she'd go out of her way to bring him all of this.

“You idiot,” he muttered to himself.

jeon wonwoo

Wonwoo didn't have a lot of time as an idol, but he kept trying to squeeze seeing you into his schedule. Which, in itself, was horrible, given the fact that you were his girlfriend.

You kept texting him, asking if you could stop by tonight – like you had planned for a while – and if so, at what time.

And what you got as a reply was: “Can you stop being clingy for a while? I'm trying to figure it out.”

He did not get a reply. And after re-reading what he had sent, it was no wonder.

And you weren't surprised when he was the one that showed up with a bouquet of flowers and food that night, as well as an apologetic smile on his face.

“I have food, snacks, flowers and if you want, I can stay the night?”

“You're a bit clingy right now, you know?” you mocked him.

“I know,” he kissed your cheek, whispering an, “I'm sorry,” into your ear, then went into the kitchen.

lee jihoon

Jihoon was hardworking, but it came to a point where you rarely saw him anymore because of how much he worked and naturally, when he continuously canceled your date nights, you had to come to him at some point.

And it's not like you were staying for hours, you usually just stopped by at the studio with food, wanted to eat with him and then left again – after the occasional tumble, because yes, sex was also kind of hard to have when he was rarely at home anymore.

But today seemed to be a bad day, you noticed it the moment you walked in. He looked a lot more tense than usual.. might be because of the deadline he had coming up soon.

“Here, I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just bought a bunch of stuff. The lady at the store even gave me an extra portion because she said you needed to..-”

“(Y/N), can you just leave, please? You are way too clingy these last few weeks and right now I just don't need that, okay?” and with that sentence, he turned back around to his computer and put his headphones back on like he didn't just insult you.

Yes, it hurt, but you also knew him well enough. This wasn't the real him, this was stressed him who couldn't think straight.

So you just left the food there and went home without another word.

It was only when Jihoon was finally done and saw the food on his desk that he let out a heavy sigh and brushed his hands over his face.

He instantly texted you and apologized, asked if he could come over and talk to you about it all and also, properly apologized.

You said yes.

lee seokmin

You were at their dorm for dinner, were having a great time, your boyfriend telling a story, when he suddenly said: “Ah, (Y/N) can be so clingy sometimes.”

And boy, the awkward silence that followed after was horrible.

The rest of the boys that were eating with you all suddenly looked very interested in their dinner, Seokmin looked shocked about what he just said out loud and you stared at him with an open mouth and furrowed eyebrows.

“Excuse me?”

“I.. I didn't mean to say that, I don't know why I did..-”

You didn't want to cause a massive scene, not in front of the boys, so you just placed your napkin on the table and got up, “Then you better figure it out,” and with that you wanted to walk out of the apartment.

But Seokmin sprinted after you, chased you until he caught you at the elevator where you two started arguing.

And even though you didn't want the boys to hear, all of them stood at the door like they were watching a drama.

“Can someone get some popcorn?” Seungkwan asked, getting hit on the arm by one of his hyungs.

kim mingyu

“Do you realize that we never argue?” Mingyu asked one day out of the blue.

“Is.. that a bad thing?” you laughed, looking up from your book.

“No, it's just something that I realized today.”

“Well,” you turned to him, “Do you want to try arguing?”

“To be honest, I wouldn't even know what to argue about,” he narrowed his eyes at you, “How about.. You're clingy!” he tried to sound serious, but then instantly started laughing.. as did you.

“You're so bad at this, no wonder we don't ever argue, you have no talent for it.”

Which might not be the worst trait in the world.

xu minghao

God, did he feel bad. The second the words left his mouth, he was the one who was about to cry because he could see how much he hurt you.

“No, (Y/N). No, please don't cry,” but you already did and he instantly kissed your head and pulled you closer, “I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed lately, I shouldn't have let it out on you.”

But you already felt bad..

“I'm just.. going to leave,” you said in between sobs, but Minghao wouldn't let go of you.

“No, I don't want you to go, please stay for the night. For as long as you want. I'll miss you when you leave.”

But now he had already said the 'you're clingy' line and you just couldn't forget it.

boo seungkwan

You didn't know what started this argument, but here you two were, suddenly saying what annoyed you about the other person.

“You are so.. clingy! It's driving me nuts!”

“Oh, is that so, yeah?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Would you rather me not seeing you for a while then? How about we take a break, is that what you want?”

“Fine! Go then!”

“Fine, I'll go!”

Seungkwan pouted for approximately ten seconds, until he heard the front door close, then he sprinted after you, because no, he obviously didn't want you two to take a break.

And you didn't.

You never did..

hansol vernon choi

Vernon had told you about the upcoming world tour and, naturally, you expressed that you were both happy, but also sad about it. Happy, because you knew what awesome experiences these world tours were for the boys. Sad, because world tour meant not seeing him for a very long time.

“It's because you've been so clingy lately, usually you don't mind it,” he laughed. He hadn't meant it in a bad way, but that's the way you took it.

“I've been clingy because I knew you'd leave and I wanted to at least spend a little more time with my boyfriend,” your voice showed the hurt and Vernon instantly sat up straighter when you got up.

“Wait, I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know. But the fact that this all seems to be so easy for you while I'm sitting at home missing you so badly..-” your shoulders slumped, “Makes me think you don't care about this relationship as much as I do.”

Vernon stared after you, his mouth opening and closing again because he didn't know what to say.

Why?

Because.. maybe.. you were right?

lee chan

Your relationship was still new, this was the very first argument you ever had.

And in a way, you could see why he said what he said.

Because you were clingy. But only because you were in that lovey-dovey phase.

Ultimately, it was you who gave in with a sigh and nodded, “What do you want me to do then? Should I leave?”

“No.. no, don't go, just.. understand where I'm coming from,” Chan brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I will reply when I can, I will come over when I can.. trust me. But some days it's just hard to do anything other than work. I need you to understand that.”

You nodded with a slight pout.

But you did understand..

[swanandapirate]

I think I saw that your doing prompts, and if you are, could you maybe do Killian and Emma being in their house after shes just fought Gideon? Make it angsty or fluffy or something like that!

You saw correctly,  my little anonymous friend. I was listening to Divide while writing this and then suddely Hearts Don’t Break Around Here started playing and I saw so many similarities with what I had written down, hence the title being one of the lyrics

I feel safe when you’re holding me near

~1700 words

ff.net

His arms curl around her, the force of his body creating a tight pressure on her chest. Although he is nearly crushing her, it feels good. It feels so good to be back, to be able to burrow her nose into his neck, to smell the fragrance that equates to home in her mind. Never had home been a person, it had never even been a place before Storybrooke. This is an uncharted territory. But she’s home now, back with him, with them and she’s is considering chaining herself to their dining room table to prevent her from leaving ever again.

“You are amazing, Emma.”

The words settle into her heart, routing the fear and anger, it doesn’t matter that Gideon nearly won; it doesn’t matter that her victory was on the verge of being a defeat. He thought she was amazing and he loved her.

Hands intertwined, they return home with maundering steps. They are taking their time, but Emma doesn’t want to linger on these empty and dark streets; she wants to return to the warmth of their house, crawl under their sheets and finally relax. Her lips are pressed tightly against one another, her teeth locking them in that position from the inside. If they open, a string of words will come out, faltering and incoherent.

They reach their street and after a few more strides their number. The gray house still stands and it looks the same as it did when she left–was forced out of– Storybrooke. Killian opens the door for her and they both enter. Following their usual routine, he removes his leather jacket and then toes off his shoes, storing them in the rack. Emma mindlessly copies the movements.

“You want to talk about it?” he asks, granting her a choice, telling her it’s hers to make.

The alternate version of him was humorous at first, amusing even, before it dawned on her that that would have been his life. If she hadn’t been the savior and she would have grown up with her parents and in a warm home with an abundance of food and clothes and money and love, then he would’ve become like that. Alone and unkempt. It was too late to change things in this reality, to let the events of the past happen as they did in that wish realm; her parents made their choice a long time ago. And still.

“Yes,” she replies.

Her answer doesn’t continue. It blocks like she does in the middle of their dimmed hallway. Killian tilts his head when she doesn’t move and carefully approaches her. His hands cover her cheeks and he looks down to let his eyes peer into her. They glide across her face, searching for something and eventually settle on her lips.

The focus of his eyes as the only warning, he kisses her and it sends a jolt through her body. As if she found herself in a sleeping curse and his kiss woke her up. She kisses him back and back, her mind and body reacquainting with the feeling of being kissed by Killian Jones. How long was she gone again? A day? Maybe time moves differently in wish realms because it felt like an eternity

Killian is the one to break them apart, ever the reasonable one, and he takes her hand and lightly tugs to beckon her to follow. He leads her to their beloved couch and sits down.

“Tell me.”

“It isn’t really that horrible,” she attempts to back out.

“That doesn’t matter, Emma.” His voice is gentle and full of understanding, the characteristic sound of when he calls her Emma. She hears the words he doesn’t say aloud. You can tell me anything you’d like and I’ll listen. Always.

Somewhere during her report, her version of events, they end up stretched on the couch, Emma positioned between his legs and with her head against his thudding chest. Killian’s hook rests over her abdomen and his hand plays with her hair, curling it around his finger and releasing it again as he listens to her tale.

“August was helping me to find a way to escape and as we were planning to leave we met-” She frowns while thinking of the right way to describe him, that man. “-you.”

“The less spry version of me, if I recall correctly.”

“You could call him that,” she says, a hint of levity in the snort that follows her words. “He was… so different from the person you are.”

She feels Killian’s body tense under her; he straightens his shoulders and his hands still. Worried about the reason of his sudden change of attitude, Emma moves. She sits upright and turns to face him. Scanning his face, she tries to figure out what’s amiss.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Killian asks with furrowed brows, concerned about the actions of his alter ego.

“No, no,” Emma assures him, “Only a lot of words and bravura. We didn’t even spend more than five minutes together. He was harmless really.”

Her hand drifts to the base of his neck, to the strong muscles there; her thumb absentmindedly draws circles on his skin. Every time she stares at that spot for too long, the picture of the wound flashes before her eyes, all bloody and gruesome. That stupid wound made by a stupid little cut in stupid Camelot while she was the stupid Dark One. And all that stupidness accumulated in nearly losing him for the umpteenth time. The emotional turmoil was beginning to take its toll, to claim its achievements.

“Then why were you upset?” The blue of his eyes seeks again, pursuing clarity and enlightenment, but Emma is doubting if she can give him, regardless of how much she wants to.

“I was supposed to be happier in that reality, but it was at the cost of yours.”

Moving out of Killian’s warm embrace, she widens the distance between them and plants her feet on the floor. Instead of looking at him, she stares at her red socks. The weight of her head resting on her palms is surely creating two red shapes in the form of elbows into the pale skin of her upper leg. Her loose hair covers her face, acting as a curtain between the two of them.

“You weren’t happy in that world and I knew you weren’t happy in this world. I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again and that we were separated for good. Only because I couldn’t handle being the savior.”

The shame forces her to close her eyes and hide by turning her hands into shields to shelter her face. The silence in the room certainly does not help to squelch the guilt. She had risked their relationship.

Her sight is still blocked by her closed eyelids and concealing hands but Emma hears Killian shift on the couch and she feels her hair being pushed behind her ear. Finger by finger, he pries her hands loose and takes them into his own.

“Did you want that wish to come true?” he asks and internally her mind immediately screams and shouts no.

Directing her open again eyes to him, she decides to answer earnestly, “I did once. Several times, actually. It’s been a while ago, but even when we were together, I’d sometimes think about it. Now I realize how selfish that was.”

“Love.” Killian shakes his head. “Wanting to have grown up with your parents is not a selfish thing. I understand, I am certain I’ve wished for that same thing a thousand times when I was a lad. As for not being the savior,” he begins, slightly raising his dark eyebrow. “It is a hell of a task, isn’t it? A task filled with pressure and expectations and sacrifice. Any sane person would search for a way out of that.”

She can’t think of a reply, a recurring thing with Killian in her life, and settles for wrapping her arms around him. He kisses the top of her head.

“Emma,” he says in a whispering tone. “I was terrified earlier. You nearly died in that fight and I stood there, paralyzed, forced to watch and not able to do anything. And for the second time, I wished you didn’t need to be the savior. That we’d kept those damned sheers so we could have some kind of alternative.”

An alternative to her visions. An alternative to her dying. A defeating breath escapes and Emma shuts her eyes again, this time because of the tears threatening to leak out.

“It does not make you weak, Emma,” Killian continues as he wipes one tear that did manage to escape away. “You are so strong, far stronger than anyone I know, far stronger than I am, but we all have moments where the strength is difficult to muster.” He shrugs.

In a shuddering breath, Emma fills her lungs until full capacity and as she lets the air go in one whoosh, she makes a decision. She straightens her back and holds her head high. She is the savior. She will remain the savior. And saviors fight.

“You know why I fought that hard earlier?” she asks him but doesn’t give him the time to properly think and answer. “Because I wasn’t going to give up this life, not when I was just reminded how perfect it is. I fought because I love you.” Emma’s lips curl. “You’re it, you know that, right? I wouldn’t want that fairytale life if it meant you and I aren’t together.”

Killian mirrors her expression, the corners of his mouth transform into a proud smile.

“The same goes for me, my love. All that I have gone through was worth it knowing that it led me to you.” His eyes and mouth and hands and every little part of him radiates love.

“We’re doing this together.”

“We are,” Killian agrees.

[bangtan-spells]

Jungkook Scenario: Shared Fates - Part 2.

Request: Girls hello!! I love everything about this blog❤️❤️ you have no idea! Can i request jungkook being a prince? But i want something a bit different like y/n saving Jungkook? Something that is different and a little funny and romantic too! Is this too much? Maybe y/n can be a bandit and she thinks the prince is full of himself but helps him get over a difficult journey. I will be so happy if you can make this❤️

Genre: Fluff.

Part 1

-We will keep your secret, so don’t worry-

Jungkook and you looked at each other from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t know what had given him away, but the couple knew. You really didn’t want to do it, but how could you risk taking him to safety if someone knew his identity? You had a hand on your dagger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and do it, they had been too kind, they were nice people. Your breath got caught in your throat and Jungkook grabbed your wrist making you loose your grip on your dagger.

He turned slightly. -What do you know?-

They looked at each other and knew you were going to regret this, they were kind but they were fools. 

-That she’s a girl- the woman said, noticing you two were tense she had a rather nervous pitch. -But we won’t tell anyone, we know it’s best for her, for the travel-

A girl, that’s what they knew. You sighed heavily, Jungkook doing the same.

-You seem relieved- the man smiled. -Don’t worry, you’re doing the right thing, your girl there will be safer if she hides like that-

He nodded and you two went outside, not bothering correcting the man on his erroneous remark about you being Jungkook’s, all you wanted was get out of the farm as fast as you could.

That afternoon everything was going well until the cart broke. It fell in a trench and the wheels broke like crackers. Jungkook tried to fix it, which in all honesty impressed you, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be willing to collaborate on these things but he crouched down and tried to repair the cart but it was too far damaged for him or anyone to do something.

-We have to keep going, later on we will find a place to sleep, maybe find another horse, but we can’t stay here-

He agreed, you threw his fancy cape on the horse’s back which you figured would like that since the velvet would cushion the weight a bit more, you arranged the few belongings and food you carried in the saddlebags and you were ready to go. But you only had one horse.

-I’m a better rider than you, I’ll lead- you said making him snort. -What?-

-I’m a better rider, I was the best in the castle and surely I was the best in the tournaments-

You rolled your eyes. -That doesn’t mean anything, have you rode for your life after being chased by other riders?-

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and leaned to your height. -Have you fought with a sword while being chased? I can control the spear, the bow and the sword while riding a horse-

You glared at him -That doesn’t mean you are better rider- you pointed at his injured arm with your chin. -Besides, you’re wounded, can’t let the poor hurt prince ride like that-

You mounted on the horse and Jungkook was left looking at you baffled. -You know you act like I did something to you-

You didn’t look at him and just hurried him up. -I’m trying to take you safely-

He mounted behind you, the horse moving a little adjusting to the new weight, Jungkook also shifting his position until he was comfortable enough. -Don’t do me any favors-

You didn’t talk anymore for the rest of the day or night, you had to camp a bit into the woods that night to not be too close to the thieves of the road, you knew well they wiped out clean anyone who fell asleep too close to the main paths, but you barely spoke, both of you ate without sharing much than a couple “take this” or “have that”, which made you think on the recent events and what he had said. You didn’t even know why you treated him like that. 

Right he was the prince and he had much more than you or everyone one else in the reign, but was he that bad? He was applying ointment on his leg a bit too roughly so you took the chance of his distraction to observe him. He was a bit arrogant, that showed in him, but then you tended to be arrogant as well; he was notorious in the city for winning everything that could be won, could it be because of the fact that he was the prince or because he was actually good? and there was the thing about the royal family and the lack of interest towards the poor, but at the farm it was him stopping you from killing them and not the other way around. Perhaps you were wrong about him.

-What are you looking at?- he snapped making you realize that he had caught you staring. You turned your head and huffed, perhaps you weren’t wrong after all and it would be a a hell of a long fortnight to his summer castle.

You spent four more days in the same routine, just talking enough for the simple things of the ride, sleeping in the woods away from any strange eyes, resting just enough for the horse to keep his energy. You felt a bit bad for the poor animal, you didn’t know his name, but he must be exhausted about having to carry the two of you with so little rest, you really liked horses, you had had one a while ago but poor thing had died from a rare disease, you hadn’t had the money to save him or a fixed place to keep him safe, now you only borrowed one when you needed one and that was about it.

Jungkook proved himself very cooperative, helping you with the horse and picking up water when you needed, you had the blessing to find another farm that for little price had rented you a tub and enough hot water for you two, Jungkook had payed extra price for you to have it private and he had even guarded the door when it had been your turn, which made you feel odd, no one had guarded you like that while you bathed before, back in the hill you had to even be careful of the so called friends you had, you knew that at a given chance they would stare or come at you. But Jungkook just stood outside, and you found him with hand in his sword as if anyone was going to burst in at any minute and he had to be prepared to defend you.

Once again the man had mistaken you for his woman since he had seen you without the hood or the face full of mud. Jungkook on the other hand made sure to keep the hood on taking consideration that there were more people around this time. He had also diminished his remarks about him being the prince, but then you barely talked. You were still wary of him but now his presence didn’t make you feel odd, if anything you wondered now if he was healing, if he was going to stick the rest of the way with you or if he would find his own way alone.

-Do you know the name of the horse?- you asked surprising him a little, you were taking a little break by the shadow of a tree while you ate some of the food you had left.

-I don’t- he answered, looking up at the sky as he munched an apple -Shiyoung didn’t tell me-

You hummed, thinking if you should name him or if you should remain like that to not create a bond with an animal that wasn’t yours and that you’d have to let go when this was over -I miss my horse- he said suddenly followed by a sigh.

-Your charger?- you asked thinking back when you had seen the animal, a big white beast.

He nodded. -His name is Helios, I always took care of him myself so… I regret not bringing him with me-

That grabbed your attention, you’d think a prince would have a stable full of horses to pick and that all of them were very much the same to him. But he had named his horse and apparently he cared about him. -Why Helios? What does that mean?-

His lips lifted up in a half smile. -It’s greek, do you know the greek mythology?- you shook your head, you haven’t heard of it, you didn’t even knew what mythology meant, but you weren’t going to say that to him and put in evidence your ignorance and lack of formal education. -It’s like greek legends, they made me learn about it in the castle, it was interesting, most of it… Helios is the son of two titans, the character, not my horse- you glared at him and he actually laughed to which you glared harder. -I’m just saying!- he said raising both hands. -So, Helios the son of the two titans, is supposed to be the personification of the sun, my horse, I thought when they brought it to me that he had really shinny fur and he looked strong even for a colt, I also thought it’d give me a more distinguished name, here come’s the prince’s horse, Helios-

That was the most you had heard him talk, you didn’t want to be, but you were impressed. You suspected it wasn’t something that extraordinary, but for you it had sounded amazing. You had to be careful, you told yourself, you couldn’t get dazzled just because he was well educated about rare legends, either way you wanted to know more about it.

At that moment you heard steps and the typical rustling of boots on the grass, someone was coming to you. Jungkook realized it too, but you indicated him to stay put, you stood up but kept a rather bent posture, trying to see who was around the tree by your side. Jungkook stood up gripping his sword and then two figures appeared. Two men, one of them had a sword, the other a knife, both of them staring between you two and the horse.

-Now just give us the horse and then you can go-

Jungkook was taking a step forward but you didn’t let him. You were supposed to protect him, not letting him fight thieves.

-Go to hell- you muttered. -We aren’t going to give you anything, so go away-

The one with he knife stared hard at you. -You talk like a little girl, boy, shouldn’t you be pissing on your pants?-

The one with the knife jumped your way but you swiftly dodged him, getting one of your daggers in each hand, he attacked you once more, the knife flying dangerously near your right cheek, you took advantage of the close distance he had created and stabbed him on the neck. The guy grunted in pain falling to the grass, the other angry at the sudden events lunged at you, Jungkook darted forward with his sword in hand but once again you stood in his way, you threw a dagger to the man’s neck, piercing him right under his throat.

Jungkook looked at you baffled as you picked up whatever you had left around quickly, you had to get out of there.

-Hurry, come on-

He grabbed the bottles of water and hopped behind you on the horse.

-You- he breathed as you made the unnamed horse pick up the pace -You did that so easily, you have done this before-

You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see that. -Of course I have, I had to di it or we were going to be laying there instead- you shook your head thinking that those men would have killed you if you didn’t do that, probably he understood that. -Why do you think Shiyoung left you with me? Because of my company?-

You felt his chest vibrate behind you and a laugh erupted from him, Jungkook’s laugh was contagious, you didn’t know exactly at what he was laughing but as you rode away you found yourself laughing with him.

You noticed how the way you treated him and how he treated you changed in the next days. There were still silence between you as you liked to be quiet and it appeared that he liked it as well, but more often than not you’d be talking about the greek mythology that had taken your attention and that he liked dearly. Jungkook knew a lot about it, or at least it seemed that way since you didn’t know anything, so you listened to all the tales he had to say about Helios or Zeus the king of the gods, he told you about Apolo and the great confusion people had with him and Helios, and he also told you about Selene and Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt. You liked them, you had never heard such tales before, even from the minstrels or bards around the city or the hill.

You both were considering the idea of naming the unnamed horse Hyperion, as the titan who fathered Helios, since the horse was old but strong and you thought he deserved a good name.

You were riding through the main road, being so far from the royal city it diminished the possibility of him being recognized and it was easier and faster that way, you thought you’d be good since you weren’t flaunting anything, but you heard the hulls hitting the ground, they were too many, you deviated from the road, Jungkook pulling his hood on but it fell since you speed up being that the other riders also deviated and went your way.

-They are coming for us- he said next to your ear.

You nodded. -We pray they are just thieves- you looked back, already seeing some approaching, you did another turn by a line of three and diminished the pace. -Throw your sword-

-What? No, if they attack us I…-

-They are too many- you said. -If they are thieves as I think they are they will take your sword, isn’t it from your family?-

Jungkook hesitated. Judging by his expression you knew he wanted to fight whoever was coming but he also didn’t want to lose his sword. You had already warned him, so it was up to him, although you preferred not to fight such a big group, by the sounds of the hulls you could say there were at least ten horses coming. Jungkook threw his sword into a group of dense bushes, you nodded at him, telling him you’d be coming back for it later.

In a matter on minutes you were surrounded, as you had guessed there were ten horses but with eleven riders, which made it worse. -That’s enough of a race for today friends, get down of the horse- the obvious leader of then group spoke.

-We have no business with you- you answered firmly.

-I said get down, unless you prefer we doing it for you- he raised a hand and you saw four archers aiming at you, it was too much.

You huffed and jumped down, Jungkook doing the same by your side. You knew they’ll take everything, including the horse, which made your stomach turn, you had grown fond of the beast.

-So it’s just you traveling?- he asked while two of the men took the horse and started looking inside the saddlebags. The horse huffed too, and fought a little when he was taken away, but he couldn’t do much.

You rolled your eyes. -Yes-

-Do you have anything else on you?-

-No- you answered looking at him in the eye. The man smirked.

-Seize them, look if they have money or weapons-

Two other men approached you, looking at you up and down you hoped your cover as a boy didn’t falter now, but the odds told you it would. Jungkook stepped forward until he was standing in front of you. You frowned, if he did something stupid then you’d be over.

-We don’t have anything, we already gave you the horse, leave-

-He talks- the leader chuckled making all of them laugh. -Thought you were a mute-

-Leave-

One of the men took him from behind and another tried to control him from the front, Jungkook hit the one in front of him with his head making him fall down, promptly others came, two of them taking your arms behind your back as other searched around your body.

-Don’t!- Jungkook grunted fighting the men’s arms around him.

They pulled your hood off, letting your hair fall on your back, all of them whistling when they saw your face.

-It’s a girl!- the one holding screamed with a lecherous laugh.

You shook your body but you knew that you wouldn’t get free that easily.

-Don’t touch her- Jungkook was trying to walk to your side again, half dragging the men that tried to keep him still. -I said don’t touch her-

-Who would have told, it’s a girl and her prince- the leader laughed again obviously wanting to mock Jungkook but you still went stiff when they called him that. -Where’s your shinning armor, huh? They are too poor for that-

They all laughed, watching in awe and the man searching you got six of the daggers from your pockets. The leader narrowed his eyes, and you glared back at him, you didn’t want his interest but you knew that if you ignored this type of man it would only be worse.

-Maybe it’s the other way around- he mumbled laughing more to himself than anything. -Tie them and let them be, we have to go- he instructed, you stayed still wanting them gone but at the same time not standing how the eleventh man mounted at the back of your horse.

They left you there, you waited until the sound of the hulls were far enough to get one of the daggers they hadn’t found to free Jungkook and yourself. You went back to retrieve his sword, but Jungkook didn’t speak for the rest of the day, he looked angry, the angriest you had seen him since you had started traveling together, but you weren’t sure why. You were upset about not having the horse anymore, both for transport and because the animal was truly noble, but you also knew there was nothing you could do about it, you were upset but you weren't being a brat about it as he was.

It was odd now having this kind of silence, more so since you were by foot, you had only two more days of travel left and you wondered if it was going to be the same. The thought surprised you, since when you cared if you spoke with Jungkook or not? Or how was he just Jungkook now? He was the prince, the arrogant and self indulgent prince and nothing more; you were just a girl of the streets, a bandit, a roamer, it wasn’t your place to have a friendship with him, and you didn’t want that either. You didn’t.

You didn’t find an inn, and even if you did you wouldn’t have been capable of affording one since they also took Jungkook’s gold, so instead you camped near a farm, you picked up some apples that served you as dinner and that was it. The night fell and you were exhausted. You laid down a one and a half meter away from each other, you were used to it, but you watched as Jungkook tried to get as comfortable as possible with his right arm beneath his head, his left arm rested on his stomach, it was functional now but you guessed the healing wasn’t complete.

-I wish I could have done something- he said suddenly when you thought he was asleep.

You just breathed in and looked up, not daring to look at his face at the moment, the regret in his voice was too tangible for you to not be affected by it. You didn’t want to see his face, and yet you did, from the corner of your eyes you saw him staring at the sky as well, pale and angry, the prince didn’t look like anything you had imagined before.

-I know-

You reached his summer castle without any other incident, which you thanked the gods, you were tired as you could be and you truly didn’t know how to feel about what had happened in the last few days. When you looked at Jungkook it was hard to see the prince, for you saw a boy you helped protect, who told you stories of fantastics characters, who made you laugh without doing much, who you felt attracted to as you missed the touch of his chest gracing your back like you’d have never imagined, and who against all odds had showed you he wanted to protect you too. You didn’t know why, you didn’t need his protection, you didn’t need to be told stories, and yet you felt that it was ending and it made your heart heavy with unknown feelings.

There was a garrison of his army there, people started recognizing him, bowing to him as he walked further into his lands, people who was loyal to him smiled and cried relieved for his safety, looking at you warily as if you were a threat to him, as if you hadn’t helped him. You were once again the marginal and the outcast, you didn’t belong walking next to the prince.

Jungkook looked at you who had stayed back behind a few meters from him.

-I think I’ll wait here- you said, you’d just wait for your gold and then you’d be off, you didn’t need this, you didn’t need him.

He walked towards you and shook his head. -You’re coming with me-

-I really don’t have to- you retorted. -I’m fine here, you go do what you have to do-

-No- he said firmly. -Come with me, I…- he licked his lips and you stared up at him, his dirty face had still the regal aspect only royalty could pull off, his hair was greasy and flat, his clothes were torn, he didn’t look as a prince should and at the same time his voice told you he was, he’ll be king one day this one. -I want to thank you and I, Y/N, I don’t want you to go-

-I don’t belong here- you answered looking down, you couldn’t see how you would find a place here, in a castle. It scared you, woods and streets you knew, but this, a settled place, it was unknown to you and even if it was just temporary, it scared you too much.

-People belong where they are wanted- he said. -In the past days I felt that there’s still too much we can do for each other, what you did for me, and I’m not talking about bringing me here alive, but they way you treated me… I don’t want to let that go, I want you here-

You bit your lip, you’d learned a lot from him too, the humbleness that made someone truly noble, how the appearances were deceiving, how you a simple commoner could be meaner then the oh mighty prince, looking down at your worn out boots and then up at him. -I treated you like shit, you realize that?-

He smiled. -Come on, I’ll show you inside, I bet you’re starving too, you can eat and rest and then if you want you can leave, you can decide-

You looked at him, his smiled had faded but he still looked at you with hopeful eyes. -I bet you have a stable full of horses-

Jungkook grinned. -We do-

You nodded, looking around, trying to swallow your fear just this time, just for today and then you’d see. -You are showing me that after we eat-

-As you command- he said making you nudge him in the ribs, walking together, shoulder to shoulder at the awe of the people around, but neither of you saw that, both of you two busy looking  at each other from the corner of your eyes.

[randomfanfictiontime]

Meant to Be

Summary: A meeting with Cupid leaves some tension between you and Dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2807

Warning: Fluff

(A/N): Originally on Wattpad, but since I had no ideas for any other stories, might as well give you guys something am I right?

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Cliff and this is my partner Agent Carter. We are here to ask you a few questions if you don't mind." Sam stated, showing the lady his badge while I did the same.

"Of course. Come in. I was just packing some things." She said, moving over to the mantle to grab a few pictures off of it. While Sam moved over to the fridge, I started asking a few questions.

"So, were you the one that found the bodies?" She nodded.

"It was horrific. There was blood everywhere, along with... other stuff. I'm pretty sure Alice was already dead. Russell was mostly dead. Except he was still, uh, chewing a little." Sam walked back over to stand beside of me.

"Did you notice Alice acting weird in the last few days? Like more hostile? Aggressive?" She shook her head.

"Alice was a nice girl. Never drank. Never cussed. She still had her promise ring on, if you know what I mean." She picked up a worn stuffed bunny and smiled sadly.

"It was her first date in months. She was so excited. I don't understand how two people can just do that. Eat each other to death."

"Me neither." I mumbled.

~~~~~~~~~

When we made it back to the motel, Dean was sitting at the table reading something.

"Anything?"

I sighed as I ran a finger through my (H/C) hair. "No. Nothing. No EMF. No sulfur."

"Well then what is it? I was betting on it to be a ghost or demon possession. You should have seen those bodies. They started eating and just didn't stop. Their stomach was full. Thanksgiving dinner full."

I visibly grimaced and got up to get a beer from the fridge.

"Not much else we can do tonight. I'll finish looking through the files. You two can go ahead and get going." I stayed bent down in front of the fridge door, letting the door hide my face. I knew exactly what Sam was talking about.

"I'm sorry?"

"Y'know unleash the kraken. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Where am I going?"

"Dean, it's Valentines Day. Your favorite holiday. What did you call it again? Unattached drifters Christmas?"

As soon as I closed the fridge door, I saw Dean get up and go to it, probably getting another beer.

"Yeah well, I don't know. I guess I'm just not feeling it this year." The room was silent for a few seconds except for the small squeak of the bed as I sat down.

"What?" Dean asked.

"It's like when a puppy doesn't eat. You automatically know something's really wrong." I couldn't help but snicker a little at that comment.

"Well are you going out, (Y/N)? I know you also love this holiday."

I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't usually go out in the first place. I like Valentines Day because it gives couples a chance to show that they really love each other. Not just for the sex, Sam."

"Oh well I guess that's the line drawing the difference between you and Dean."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Now that that's established, are we gonna get to work or what." Dean muttered.

~~~~~(The Next Day)~~~~~

As Sam, Dean, and I walked towards the door to the coroners room, I noticed that Sam started to look at a man in a black suit with a briefcase like he had just seen a ghost.

"Sam. You okay?" I muttered lowly so Dean wouldn't hear me.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine." I was still a little skeptical but I let it go.

As I made my way into the office, Dean was introducing Sam and I.

"These are my partners Special Agent Cliff and Agent Carter." The coroner shook our hands before leaving us to examine the bodies.

"Hey, (Y/N)." I hummed in response. He pushed the tub with a heart in it towards me.

"Be my valentine?" He asked in a childish way. Despite me rolling my eyes, I couldn't help the little flutter in my belly. He smiled cheekily.

"Woah whoa wait a second. These hearts have the same markings. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter."

"Meh. Kinda reminds me of a heart shape without the pointy end." I shrug.

"Oh no. I think it's Enochian."

"What like angel markings? Like the tagging on our ribs?"

"I don't know."

"Ah hell." Dean mumbled while pulling his phone out to call Cas. Cas appeared only a second later.

"Your right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine that you can find similar markings on the other couples' hearts as well. It's a marking of union. This man and woman were intended to mate."

"Alright so who put them there?" I inquired. Cas turned to us.

"Well, you people call them Cupid."

"Them?"

"A what?" Sam and I both said at the same time. I have always loved Greek-mythology so I was quite surprised to hear him say 'them'. I thought there was only one.

"No, (Y/N). There is a lot more than one. What human myth has mistaken for Cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically a cherub. Third class. They are all over the world."

"You mean the little flying fat kid with a diaper?"

"So what your saying is-" Cas cut him off annoyingly.

"What I'm saying is that a cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him before he kills again.

~~~~~~

For some reason, being in this restaurant makes me feel uneasy. The waitress hands all of us our food. All I had gotten was a soda. I asked for a slice of pie but they didn't have any.

"So what, you just happen to know that he like hanging out at places like this?"

"This place is a nexus of human reproduction. This is exactly the place the Cupid would come to... pollinate..." Cas trailed off, eyeing Dean's burger. I raise my eyebrow at him but he's to busy making googly eyes at the burger to notice. Dean drops his burger and pushes his plate away from him. Sam noticed as well.

"Wait a minute. You're not hungry. You?"

Dean looks at me nervously.

"No.... What I'm not hungry."

"Are you sick?" You ask playfully while pretending to check for a fever by placing the back of your hand on his forehead. I was sitting next to him so it was easier access. He gently pushed my hand away while sighing.

"Then your not gonna finish that?" Before Dean could answer, Cas grabbed the plate and started eating. Everyone at the table, including myself, looked at him as if he sprouted a second head. Cas stopped abruptly and looked around.

"He's here."

We all started looking around, not seeing a thing. Cas made a wind blow through the restaurant, making my hair flutter all over my face.

"Geez, Cas. Give me a warning next time." I mumbled. When I finally got the hair out of my face and patted down, I saw Dean staring at me.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He seemed surprised, as if he didn't notice I saw him looking at me. As if he was in a trance.

"Uh, no." He shook his head and looked around the restaurant once more.

"There."

"What, you mean the same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?"

"Meet me in the back." And just like that, Cas was gone.

When we made our way there, we saw Cas standing there with his arm outstretched. He started chanting some spell.

"Well? Where is he?" Dean stood, looking around. Just then I heard Dean grunt.

"Here I am~." I quickly turned around to see a pale man hugging Dean from behind, lifting him off of the ground, being shook around. I started laughing my ass off.

"Hahaha." I bent over laughing. Dean kept trying to get out of the man's embrace.

"Help!" He struggled.

"Oh, don't you worry. Help is on the way. Yes it is. Yes it is." The man cooed in a babyish voice while giggling. That just made me laugh even harder.

"Shut up, (Y/N)!" Dean yelled at me. I clutch my stomach as tears start coming out of my eyes from laughing so hard. All of a sudden, the man let go of Dean and started towards Cas.

"Hello, you!" That's when I noticed he was completely naked. Not even a diaper. That made me let out another giggle as I realized that when he was hugging Dean, he was naked. Dean shot a glare in my direction, knowing what I was laughing about. I tried to stifle my laughs but it didn't really work.

"This is Cupid?"

"Yes." Cupid looked at Sam and started walking towards him.

"And look at you, huh?" Sam was frantically shaking his head, saying no. But Cupid engulfed him in a hug anyway. I couldn't contain my giggle anymore.

"Is this a fight? Are we in a fight? What is this?"

"It's their handshake."

"Well I don't like it."

"No one likes it."

Hope was bubbling up inside of me at the thought of Cupid forgetting to 'greet' me. But Dean wasn't going let that happen.

"Don't forget about little miss (Y/N)." He smirked. Cupid gasped as he let go of Sam.

"I would never. Look at you. You're so pretty." He came bounding over to me as I glared at Dean. I began backing up to get away from but that proved to be a useless effort as he caught up to me a squeezed me to death.

"Ugh. Dean... You asshat." I breathed out. But he was too busy looking triumphantly at Sam, thinking he was successfully getting revenge on me. Oh he is so going to get it later. Cupid finally let go off me, leaving me to gasp for air. Boy, did he have a strong bear hug.

"What can I do for you." He asked, turning towards Cas.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"The targets you've marked. They are slaughtering each other." Cupid's smile faded.

"What? They are?" Dean was just getting angrier by the second it seemed.

"Listen, birthday suit. We know. We know how you've been going around, popping people with your poison arrow, making em' murder each other." At this point, Cupid started to look like he was going to cry. I almost felt bad for him.

"What we don't know is why."

"You think that I..." He trailed off.

"Well, uh... I-I don't know what to say." He went crying toward me and pulled me into another hug, crying on my shoulder. I just stood there, unmoving. The others turned around to look at me and him. Cupid just kept on crying. I awkwardly brought my arms up and patted him on the back. All eyes were on you, urging you to talk to him.

"We, uh, didn't mean to...hurt your feelings." At that moment, he hugged me tighter. I don't know what happened but I suddenly relaxed and started to try and comfort him. I rubbed his back, calming his crying.

"Love is more than a word to me. I love love. I love it and if that's wrong then I don't wanna be right." He finally let go of me.

"I was just on my evening rounds. Whatever my targets do after that has nothing to do with me. I was just following my orders."

Cas stared at him for a second, quickly glanced at me, then spoke up.

"He's telling the truth."

"What orders?" Cupid looked at Dean like he was crazy.

"Heaven's, silly, heaven."

"Why do they care if Harry meets Sally?"

"Oh mostly they don't. But ya know, certain bloodlines. Certain destinies. Like yours." He moved his finger signaling to me and Dean. At this point I was utterly confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He turned around to me.

"Oh you know. The union between (Y/N) (L/N) and Dean Winchester," he popped open his hands like a flower blooming when he said that, "Very big deal upstairs." My eyes widen as I looked to Dean who was also staring at me. Suddenly, my mouth felt dry.

"I-I'm sorry you must have the wrong gal." My denial kicked in. There was no way I was supposed to be paired with Dean.

"Hmmm... Nope. Definitely supposed to happen. In fact..." He trailed off and came up to me. He put his hand on my heart.

"Yep. You're already marked. You're already longing for him. You and Dean should've been united already." He smiled at me and then at Dean who looked like he had just seen a ghost. My heart started to beat even faster as the blush on my cheeks deepened.

"It's like the union of your parents. John and Mary Winchester. Destined to happen. Top priority arrangement." He said turning towards Sam and Dean.

"I-I gotta go." I say as I fast walked, which turned into a run, out of the door. I bolted out of the restaurant, past the impala, and to the park that was across the street. I sat down on the bench, put my head in my hands, and sighed. Sniffling, I heard the fluttering of wings.

"(Y/N)-" Cas started but I cut him off.

"Don't bother, Cas. The secrets out. Now he knows that I like him. He's never gonna stop teasing me about it. I'm gonna have to quit h-hunting with them, just s-so I won't have to face him each morning." My eyes brimmed with tears. That was by far the worst situation I have ever been in. Not to mention embarrassing. I felt the bench move a little; indicating that Cas had sat beside me.

"Just tell me one thing, Cas. Was he telling the truth? Was all of that crap about it being important for me and Dean to get together true?"

"Yes. Your offspring has a very important role to play in the future. He won't make fun of you. He's too kind for that. Besides, the union involves him too." I look at Cas, teary eyed.

"(Y/N)?" You heard a familiar voice say. You looked up to see Dean standing before Cas and I.

"I'll, uh, leave you two alone to talk." He got up and started walking back towards the restaurant. Dean sat next to you. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"Dean, before you say anything, I don't need you to tease me about it. I get it that you don't actually feel the same, seeing as how many women you screw on a monthly bases, so please... Let's just forget this happened okay?" I wiped your eyes and moved to get up but and arm was pulling me back down.

"I wasn't gonna make fun of you. Truth be told, I was sort of happy when that cupid was talking about us being a priority to unite. It made my feelings for you feel not so heavy." I just stared at him with wide eyes.

"What he said in there... Was it true? About you being in love with me?" He asked hesitantly, not meeting my gaze. I looked down sheepishly.

"Y-yeah."

"For how long?" I looked at him.

"I guess ever since I met you. But I never said anything because I didn't think the feelings were mutual."

"Oh they were mutual. Very mutual. I just didn't realize how hard I had fallen until now." By this point, he was looking at me. Those stunning green eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

"But what about all those women?"

"I don't know. I guess I just wanted to get my mind off of you." I just nodded and looked back at my black flats. I felt a hand under my chin, pulling my gaze back to the man beside of me.

"I really do love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Dean." He leaned in towards me and closed the small distance between our lips, pulling me into a sweet, passionate kiss. We stayed this way for a few moments before we both broke away in need of air.

"So? Want to make a cupid's job easier and be with me?" He asked. I laughed a bit before taking my hand in his.

"Yes." His smile grew, showing off his pearly whites.

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Chapter 1

The morning air was stale with the ceiling fan turned off. I did my best to concentrate on turning off my alarm from a sleep hazed vision. I knew the numbers weren't actually flashing at me but so many years with a traditional alarm clock makes the eyes go tricky once in a while, especially when you woke up with a headache that could easily slip into a migraine. Today was going to be too long if the throbbing didn't go away before school. Wonderful. After a minute or two of laying in my twin bed, denying it was time to get up, I managed to wiggle myself away from my nightly comfort zone. A protesting noise escaped my vocal cords, I got up to make my way to the bathroom, almost falling back into bed. How late had I stayed out last night? The barking started abruptly and I could tell each of our four dogs barks apart as they went crazy at the front door. Mom was home. I was brushing my teeth before she made it to my bedroom door. Knock, knock, knock- "You up sweetheart?" She was louder then she needed to be but with the dogs excitedly rustling about her feet and then occasionally barking- I guess it was understandable. At least she didn't bust in this time. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks. I spit, sighed, all the liveliness was making my head worse, "Yeah, mom" I replied with a convincing yawn in the middle of my words. "Alright, then the car keys are on the table and I'm going to bed." I didn't reply, she didn't open the door. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. The last thing I needed her to see is that I had been out late with my friends while she was at work. I leaned down to rinse the tooth paste out of my mouth. My mouth was full of water that I started sloshing around as I rose to look at my reflection. "Good morning child," my reflection said with a smug smirk on it's face, arms were crossed and it was leaning to one side of the mirror frame. I jumped back the water in my mouth spraying out with surprise as my back hit the wall behind me. "What the fuck?!" I screamed staring at the mirror shaking my head a couple of times to see if what I was seeing was real. All it did was make my head worse. The me in the mirror laughed while holding it's gut at my startled-ness. It took me a moment to catch my breath before locking eyes on the mirror. "Great," I breathed out, scarcasiam dripping like a thick honey, moving back to the sink, "Man In The Mirror by Michel Jackson is the exact song I wanted to have stuck in my head this morning." I finished rinsing out my mouth, I hated the taste of toothpaste. "You could have something way worse stuck in your head," my reflection purred back at me winking. With that wink suddenly the music in my head shifted to Mad World. It was too early for this shit. I glared at my reflection, "Let me guess," my reflection was looking at me with the most amused lazy smile, "you came to check out the place and now you wanna stay?" "It looks like you have enough rooms from what I saw last night." They said to me and I finally heard their voice. It was male, maybe just after puberty but the accent was working very hard on cutting the s in his words short. I blinked at the free standing reflection I felt my face go pale, "you're the reason I have this headache and I'm so damn tired." That got me a wide spread grin while my lips sunk into a teeth grinding frown. "Let me see you and I might consider." We locked eyes and the reflection curtly nodded. Taking a deep breath, I sighed letting my eyes close. Most people that close their eyes only see the backs of their eyelids, and sometimes I did too. Most of the time though, I stood at an entrance to a long fluorescent hallway with white walls and little to no decor- depending on the day. Each side of the hall had doors lining them, most of them were plain ol' doors, and some were more personalized. For example the first door on the right looked like it had come right from 1800's England. I knew it was stained oak and heavy if you weren't ready for them to be authentic. The door parallel was modern, white, and adorned with a baby animal calandra that was actually being used and slightly a jar. Good to know I had at least one of them here to help me if things got out of hand. You got to the hallway by the blue, white, and gray swirling portal. It was the compromise when they all started to show up and after missing two weeks of school from migraines and basically doing nothing but sleep, we decided a magical portal that selectively let people in was better than the open door policy I started with. Part of it was my fault for wanting to help everyone who came along. Plus, if I got to caught up in them, I couldn't live my own life. The struggle is constantly real. A bowl cut blond head of hair popped through the swirling colors, "Can I come in?" It was the same voice from the mirror- soft, playful, young, and it seemed easier for him to talk now. The face matched the voice- round cheeks as if the baby fat hadn't fully slipped away into adulthood, something told me that wasn't going to change. His nose was slim and a little crooked which meant he was born with it like that or he had broken it at one point. His eyes didn't match though. His eyes were just the slightest bit up turned at the edges. They were pale green and yellow orbs staring at me blinking in the light air of the portal. When he blinked though...there was something wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe he was just too far away. Besides that, his eyes looked nervous, tired, and far from young. "I don't know why you're asking. You've already invited yourself in." He was shaking his head, "I used your body but I haven't been in here yet." That made me frown harder and he sighed. "I'm good at sneaking around, now can I come in?" Excellent, our minds were already melding. My eyes never left him. You never know when a new person is going to be dangerous or not. They might not be directly dangerous to me, however it wasn't really me I was worried about. His skin looked touchable soft, like nothing had ever harmed that child like perfection. His skin was slightly darkened with just a touch of pink on his nose which made it a recent tan. "Then explain how you knew about the empty rooms." My arms were crossed over my chest and my tone was glaring. I didn't care. If you were going to startle me just after waking up, gift me a migraine, and give me the run around then this is the attitude you get. Buck up or leave. It was his turn to sigh, "I swear, I have never been in here before." I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in the air, a frustrated yet furious gesture causing a flare of pain in my head, "Fuck!" My hands were instantly on my head. "Fine! Just get in here before I have a full blown migraine." It was hard to keep an eye on him when I was doubled over from the sharpe pain. If he was going to hurt me, now would have been the best time. He just nodded and moved the rest of his body in. I felt his power before I could get a good look at him. It made me drop to my knees as my head throbbed faster and harder. It felt like a heard of elephants using my head as a stamped ground. My body was shaking, and I was going to be sick. I didn't trust him not to do something I wouldn't approve of if I looked away, which I was doing right now. Great. There was more then one reason we put up safety nets for controlling who comes and goes. "Krade!" I yelled, while doing my best to take deep breaths even with how ragged they were. The stranger didn't say anything or advance, brownie point for him. "KRADE!" I screamed it this time sending a white wave over my vision while hearing a heavy thunk from behind the door on the left. He must have fallen off the bed. If everything wasn't awful at that moment, I would have laughed. Some groggy mumbling was coming from the room and I heard my name doused in sleep and a question mark at the end and then a "Holy shit!" Followed by scrambling. The door flung open, hitting the wall behind it causing me to shudder a bit from another wave of pain. Awesome, now the sounds in my head were bothering me just as much as the sounds outside of my head. Just what I needed. I knew exactly how he would look standing in the doorway. A startled, fohawk-adorned blond face, one baby blue eye and one deep red eye that looked like a cat's. Don't let his 6 feet of height and lean muscular stature bother you, he was a giant child after all. Let me clarify- by giant child I mean he's a stripper/construction worker and his spare time was spent getting high, playing pranks on people, and mindlessly striking his acoustic guitar. He liked getting reactions, but it was hard to stay mad at him when he gave you those puppy dog eyes- the worst part was he knew it. Half of his body was covered in what looked like burn scars, he wasn't awake enough yet to hide them with his glamour. They started around his red eye and you could see them continuing under the low sitting sweatpants he had just pulled on. I could hear a soft, long, low whistle come from the new comer at the sight of Krade. It wasn't a surprised whistle, no, it had way too much flavor in it for that. "Krade," I managed to call softly with another ragged breath, this time it was shallow and my throat began to burn. Shit. That's all it took though for him to be next to me. I think I vaguely heard him say hello to the new comer, that's Krade for you. "Why didn't you wake me before you let someone new in?" He asked frantically. I could feel his hands hovering, not sure if touching me will make it worse or better. My heartbeat had moved to my ears as he spoke and suddenly I was looking down at the bathroom sink. My stomach convulsed and I barely made it to the trashcan in time. Curse me for always putting the lid down on the toilet. When I was done retching what little I had in my stomach from the night before, I sat back trying to catch my breath and get the sweat to go away. My headache had suddenly reduced to a small thud. It wasn't gone, but it was a start. "Thanks." I breathed out shakily. Krade had been with me for so long most of the time he just knew what I needed without me asking. Unfortunately, he had just woken up and was never quick to action like I was when awoken by panic. "No problem." I heard him say. His voice sounded distant, like it was coming from a face time chat, even though I knew he was right next to me- well, sort of. That's how it always sounded when I was in my body and they were beyond the portal. "Sorry I didn't wake up when they first came in. It was a long night." I just nodded my head and he didn't say anything. The stranger was too new for me to speak with him like this. We would have to get his life energy under control first. I could feel Krade waiting for me to respond as if he was in the room directly next to me. I would have killed for that right now. "Who is that guy?" I said, eyes still closed. I didn't have the energy to get back there right this moment. Throwing up takes a lot out of ya. It was quiet for a moment then, "He says to call him Ekans." "You've gotta be fucking joking." I was rubbing my temples with both hands. It was still too early for this and my stomach was far too empty now. "He says that's the most relevant word in your vocabulary that he will accept being called." Krade's voice was matter of fact. I could tell Krade was awake now but serious. He may be a playful person, but he knew when to be serious, or act serious anyway. I rolled my eyes as I stopped rubbing my temples. The throbbing in my head was slowly fading, Krade must have been adjusting the new comers energy. I don't even have to give him orders. "So if I throw a Pokéball at him can I say I caught 'em all?" He chuckled and I could feel the tension he was carrying fade away, "Only if you catch the other 150 out there." I smiled at that, mostly cause he was right. My shoulders were relaxed as I sat on the bathroom floor. "I've got to keep getting ready for school. Talk to me as I go Krade." I felt him nod, "He's one of my co-workers at the strip club where I work and he's a were-snake." I was moving to re-brush my teeth and instantly annoyed, "you brought him here without warning? We've talked about this Krade!" His head was shaking back and forth, "No, no, no! I didn't willingly bring him here!" "Krade..." I knew he heard the warning in my voice at this point. Krade was one of my nearest and dearest but one of the reasons we had to put up safety nets in the portal was due to the number of people who kept finding him from past lives. Not only were there migraines involved with that but watching Krade go though quite a bit of heartbreak and drama. I was in high school and had plenty of that on my own. His voice came out fast, like he knew he had done something wrong and was ripping the bandaid off in hopes it wouldn't make the situation worse, "We talk at work and I've told him about this place because he asked where I lived and he wouldn't take 'it's complicated' for an answer. He's been hitting on me since I started. He followed me here after work last night and..." he trailed off. I was letting the dogs in before making food, "Krade!" The dogs jumped, oops. I don't have to talk out loud for them to hear me but it was easier from time to time, mostly in situations like this. I just didn't mean to outwardly yell his name when my mother was trying to sleep. He jumped too and quickly added, "He must have gotten past the first barrier, took your body for a joy ride last night, and then stuck around!" A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my forehead against the recently shut fridge door. It was cool against my heated skin. "Damnit Krade." I could feel his sadness wash over me like the tide coming in on a full moon. I knew it wasn't an act, but damn sometimes I had to doubt it for just a second with how good it was- but that's how I knew it wasn't an act. Plus, Krade would much rather tell the truth and deal with the punishment than lie. That was a lesson he had learned the hard way. Another sigh came from my lips as I moved to make my breakfast, "We've talked about this Krade." It was his turn to sigh and I felt his shoulders slump with sadness, regret, and preparedness for whatever came next. "I know", he admitted, "it's just hard when someone asks me where I live so bluntly." "Can't you say you live with your wife?" I scolded as the pop tarts came out of the toaster. "Or just avoid the question all together? Just change the subject?" "It's not that easy...." he trailed off, his voice soft. He reminded me of a lost puppy dog most of the time and even though we had four dogs in my house, I still had no idea what to do emotionally for them. I took a deep breath as I swallowed my first bite of breakfast looking at the clock on the microwave. It read 6:45AM, I had 15 minutes to finish getting ready and head out the door. Why they started high school so damn early I will never understand. "He can stay." I finally said as I walked back to my room to get dressed. "But you are in charge of him Krade, and if there is even one - and I do mean ONE- outburst from him in my body at school today, it's your ass." The wave of sadness went away as fast as it had come and was replaced with a feeling of warmth, admiration, and a slight slyness. "Is that last part a promise?" He had that impish grin in place of the frown and his eye brows wiggled at me. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile. He had that effect on most people. You could be shaking with anger at him and as soon as he smiles, grins, or smirks at you that emotion will just be dust in the wind. "You know what I mean Krade." There was a chuckle to my voice before becoming serious again. "Now get that shit under control and when I get home we can work on everything else. No more joy rides with my body either." I added that last part as a secondary thought. "He could have gotten me in serious trouble if something had happened and I don't want to be put in a mental institution." He shuddered at that. He hated doctors as much as I did, let alone being locked up in a building with them. "Yeah, no. None of that is going to happen. Even if I have to stay up 24-7." "Good boy." I said with my own grin while he frowned. Though he knew what he reminded me of, he didn't like the analogy very much. "Also, I need to know what he did in my body last night in case I have to cover my ass somewhere over the next couple of days. Have someone stationed at the portal for a bit until we get this sorted out." "Wouldn't it be easier for those memories to come back throughout the day?" His voice had confusion in it. My head was bobbing up and down in a yes motion, "They would if I let them but I have tests to get through today. I don't have time for distractions. I'll block them on my end, you tell me them from yours." "Ay, ay, captain." He saluted me with two fingers jerking away from his forehead while grinning. Occasionally it was hard to read exactly what that grin meant, but this time it was just light-hearted and eager to have a new/old friend around. I felt like that should still frustrate me. I felt like I should still be mad. Why wasn't I mad or at least a bit annoyed? "Have a good day then." I was packing my school bag, "and don't get anyone pregnant- especially me." He chuckled, "you know that's not how that works." The smile decorated his perfectly symmetrical face was lazy, boyish, and made him even more handsome somehow. He was one of those people that even with the scars, tattoos, piercings etc, he never looked unnatural. "It's always funny though." We shared another laugh. "Good luck today and" his voice moved to a sing song tone "call me beep me if you wanna reach me when you wanna page me, it's okay!" Another eye roll from me and a light hearted chuckle and he was gone with the song "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty played in my head. I grabbed the keys and walked out the door to the car right in time to get to school with an almost migraine slowly fading away. Just your friendly neighborhood medium, or mental case, going to math class. Nothing to see here. I hoped.