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Dead or Alive: All We Need in Life is a Big Pretty Boy (An Analysis on The Handsomest Drowned Man)

Disclaimer: This post is for a school requirement xoxo

Do you think you’d kiss a dead beautiful man in hopes to bring him back to life? Well, people in Esteban's Village would probably do.

“The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World” is a short story published in a 1972 collection Leaf Storm and Other Stories by the renowned Colombian writer, Gabriel García Márquez. This is a story about acceptance, community, and honoring the dead, ‘The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World’ is one of Márquez’s most powerful stories.

From the feminist point of view, the story reflects the nuance of women’s influence in our society today. This could be because of a few reasons.

First and most importantly, a woman today would most likely experience what every woman in that village has experienced, which is for them to be seen as lesser beings by the men around them and thus, is expected to be subordinate and submissive by said men.

More specifically, we should look into the fact that the men in the story also have a tendency to objectify the women around them. Using their imagination to belittle these women and their own aspirations, turning them into statues of ivory upon which the same men would pour their carnal desires out. This reflects on society’s leniency on men who harass and mistreat women, through catcalling, sexual harassment, rape, etc.

On a more positive note (nitpicky, but positive), we looked into the story’s tendency to break gender based stereotypes. This includes gender based societal roles being broken, like the men sewing and knitting clothes for the drowned man, men being judged for being less compared to the drowned man in physical appearance and them striving to improve themselves . Compare this to our society, where women are more often judged for their physical appearance and are expected to “improve” themselves and for them to strive for “perfection”.

Another point seen is that the novel shows acceptance of the drowned man’s personhood and the men having a much deeper understanding towards the drowned man, and thus, the women too. This could be compared to our society slowly starting to be more accepting of a woman’s desire to contribute to society as equals to men, earning the same as them, having representatives in politics, and overall being seen as more than just their physical appearance, being seen as equals.

In the beginning of the story,

the women in the village are depicted as being responsible for traditional domestic duties and caretaking roles while the men in the story are portrayed as laborers and providers for the community.

The women are expected to fulfill gender roles associated with nurturing, motherhood, and household chores. They were also portrayed as being deeply connected to their families and community, as they come together to perform rituals and mourn the drowned man's death.

The men, on the other hand, were portrayed as laborers and providers for the community. They are depicted as performing more physically demanding tasks such as hauling the drowned man out of the sea, constructing a house for the drowned man, and making plans for his burial.

The community depicted in the story adheres to traditional gender roles, such as men being in charge of tasks that require physical strength or leadership, whilst the women are responsible for domestic tasks. These gender roles are ingrained into the community, and the characters of the story are shown to rarely deviate from it.

But as the story progresses, the presence of the drowned man challenges and even helps the villagers deviate from these roles. The women, initially shown as submissive and accepting, become so captivated by the drowned man and his charm that they start to question what could have been if they ended up with this man. And more importantly, they start to question what could be. The drowned man’s beauty also puts the men’s own desires and aspirations into question.

The women of the village are shown as curious and even a bit superstitious of the drowned man’s beauty.

They are described as being very fascinated by his handsome features; large size; and immaculate presence, actively participating in the rituals associated with him. Their fantasies represent the power of imagination as they picture a different life for the drowned man, with themselves at the center.

The story does not really show much evidence as to how the women are being treated. To us, it’s what the story doesn’t show that shows how the women of the village were being treated. The story has been shown to largely neglect the perspectives and experiences of every female character. The women in the village are treated as mere spectators, only reacting to the presence of the drowned man.

Conclusion

A. The story reflects the nuance of women’s influence in our society today. From society and its expectations for women to be submissive, to women questioning and breaking said expectations. The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World represents society’s shift in its view of what a woman is allowed and not allowed to do. And as the leader of this shift, the Drowned Man represents the rise of economic leverage the women are given.

B. With the increase in education and political influence women are given, the more they will think about the potential of their lives and rethink what society expects of them. In a similar manner, with the rise of independence women are allowed to have, men need to rethink what they can truly provide to the women that they desire once financial security is not involved.

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heich0e · 2 years

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okay liv i need you to hear me out: i dont really do kpop but when i first saw taehyung from bts my first thought was suna?????? i know you love hate him but do you see it too?

i am very upset...... i am VERY UPSET!!!!!!!!!!!!! taehyung is literally one of the handsomest men currently alive on earth please don't insult him by comparing him to s*na

#ok but all jokes aside i SEE IT #i'm a suga (from bts) girl but i see your vision baby #liv got mail

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Day 9: A horror piece starring a favorite animated character

I'm admitting defeat on this one, it's a great prompt but I got nothing. So in reconciliation here's a piece from way back in high school. Think of it like a penalty for failing the prompt.

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Ophelia Holland Martin

1867 – 1886

Not all monsters are truly monsters; some of us are human who have simply been wronged. They say till death do us part, but what if I choose not to part?

They used to call me Sweet Ophelia, Darling of the Martin Estate. I was the youngest of three. My two older brothers, William and Benjamin, were two of the handsomest young men in our town; and rightly so, the Martins had a reputation to uphold. We were the pinnacle of class, perfect in the eyes of the public. Oh, if only they could see what happened behind the ivory walls of the Martin home. Perfection isn’t a trait just passed down, it is bred into you from the moment you are born. “Stand up straight Ophelia, smile Ophelia, dance with my friend’s son Ophelia, don’t say that Ophelia, don’t laugh so loud Ophelia, act like a lady Ophelia—” I’m sorry, I get like that sometimes. All through my life I never once complained, not once, because I knew one day I would get to leave my parent’s house and be free. A whimsical idea, I know, but not as far-fetched as you might think, because I had Emmett Talbot. I loved him and he loved me.

We met at a party my family held in honor of William’s engagement to Felicity Hall. It was a grand affair, I honestly believe my parents invited every high class family in the area, whether or not they knew them, or even liked them. To my parents this was just another opportunity to flaunt our family’s superiority. I was hiding from Sybil Brown, a girl who lived on the property next to us, who always insisted on talking never endingly to me during these gatherings. Usually I didn’t mind so much, she liked to talk and I didn’t, it was a balanced acquaintanceship, but the topic she had so delicately chosen was how much I would like her brother Wyatt and how we would make the perfect pair. I’d met her brother; he was coarse and cruel and had eyes only for himself. I had taken a liking to a small corner by the long table of tea cakes and scones put out more for show than for practical enjoyment. It was deep enough to remain unseen but shallow enough to reach around the corner and retrieve a sweet whenever I pleased; also the food gave me a viable excuse not to start a conversation with anyone who came by me. He must have been watching me because when I went to reach for a raspberry tart I was rudely surprised to find I’d picked up a blueberry one instead. That’s when he came into my view, chuckling to himself as if what he had done was immensely cleaver. I asked him if anyone had ever told him it was rude to tamper with a woman’s dessert. He was rather quick to answer my question with one of his own, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it was rude to ignore your guests by hiding in the corner?” I told him that lucky for me, they were not my guests.

And that’s how it started, a corner and an unamusing particle joke. The next year we were in the same setting, only this time it was our engagement that was being celebrated. Before the guests arrived Emmett so kindly reminded me that this time they were my guests so I couldn’t hide in the corner. He was a tease but a loving one. I had been to innumerous parties before that one, but I must say it was the only one where I truly enjoyed myself. Little did I know that only a few months later I would be sobbing into my brother’s coat at the sight of Emmett’s lifeless body.

The last person to ever see him alive was his closest friend, Henry. I never really liked Henry; there was always something that wasn’t quite right with him. Something festering beneath the surface unseen, like a viper hiding in the tall grass waiting for the right moment to strike. But Emmett loved him like a brother, they were practically inseparable those two. Henry’s parents worked for the Talbots for years before his birth; and, since he was born the same winter as Emmett, the Talbots offered to have Emmett’s nursemaid tend to Henry as well. The Talbots were good people, kind and generous, unlike my family who would have fired them both on the spot.

The day Emmett died, he and Henry had gone out on a hunting trip. I begged him not to go, I told him to stay home with me and help me finish the final preparations for our wedding. I couldn’t say why but I had the unmistakable feeling that something terrible was about to happen. But he just smiled and kissed me goodbye, telling me he knew I was fully capable of planning myself, that I didn’t need him there to make the right decisions, he trusted me. If he only knew just how much I would really need him.

When he and Henry didn’t return by the time the sun set, I knew something was wrong. I went to the stables and mounted my horse, despite the heralding protests of my mother. Emmett was still out there and I was convinced I was going to find him. To calm my mother’s troubled mind William and Benjamin rode out with me in search of my missing fiancé and his companion. We made it as far as the bridge that extended over the lake on the outskirts of our property when we found Emmett’s horse pacing along the bank alone. I dismounted and ran to the animal and that’s when I saw him, lying face down in the water.

I guess I lost it after that. I don’t quite remember all that happened on that shore. I don’t remember why the horses cried in terror, or why my dress was wet and muddied, I don’t remember how Benjamin got those scratches on the side of his face, or whose blood was under my fingernails. I can’t explain what I don’t remember.

According to Henry, a snake on the bridge had frightened the horses. According to Henry, while his horse bolted, Emmett must have been thrown off. According to Henry, the wound on the back of his head had to be from the wooden railing that flanked the bridge. According to Henry, Emmett must have hit his head before he fell in the lake, incapacitating him and causing him to drown in the icy water below. No one questioned him, no one went to see if there really was blood on the rail, no one asked why it had taken him so long to get back to the bridge, no one asked why Emmett’s horse hadn’t run the same way as Henry’s, no one noticed the scattered flowers on the lake shore, the makings of a beautiful bouquet, no one questioned Henry’s story because they were brothers in life so why would he lie about Emmett’s death—I’m sorry, like I said I get like that sometimes, I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, in life and death.

They didn’t let me go to Emmett’s funeral. I wasn’t allowed to even leave my room, much less the house. I sat at my locked window and watched as my parents climbed into the carriage and drove off to be my “representatives” because it was “just too much for me to handle” as I’m sure was their response to whoever asked where I was, why I didn’t come say my final goodbye to the love of my life.

My parents wanted to keep my “sickness” a secret from the prying eyes of the public. They began circulating a story that I’d left to attend a university far off in London. They told everyone I couldn’t bear being around the place Emmett had died, so I had chosen to pursue a higher form of education until I found a new husband. They didn’t send me to London; they sent me to the insane asylum, or rather the mental hospital as my mother called it, located on the outskirts of our town. It wasn’t my choice, but what I wanted didn’t matter, not anymore. They dropped me in “the best room money could buy” and left me. I was alone now more than ever before.

Emmett was the only company I kept. I would see him everywhere I went, feel him holding my hand, kissing me, I’d see that bright smile I’d come to know and adore bearing down on me; but then his angelic countenance would fade into the sullen face that haunts my every hour. His hollow eyes watching me, cold hand reaching out to me, and I don’t know whether to take it or run. I would wake up from my daze screaming. My terrors gave me my nom de guerre; Banshee, the wailing woman. I didn’t talk to the doctors, that frustrated them, but I didn’t care about what they thought of me or of my “condition”. I didn’t care about a lot of things anymore. Talking about Emmett wasn’t going to bring him back, accepting Henry’s story wasn’t going to bring him justice, being okay with everything that had happened wasn’t going to bring me peace, being trapped in a cage wasn’t going to help me get better, whatever treatment they came up with couldn’t cure something that didn’t need to be cured—I’m sorry… again.

I spent six months in the hospital, before I found a way to escape. Looking back it seems like a long time but when all the days seem to blend together seamlessly you lose track of time. However, living the same day over and over again does teach you a few things. You know exactly where everyone will be during every second of the day. You memorize the foot patterns of the orderlies so you can tell who’s coming down the hall. When you spend an entire week staring out your window through the rusting metal bars you memorize the rotations of the guards and which ones take their job seriously, and which ones do not. After 16 million seconds in the same place with the same schedule you know everything there is to know about the world you’re trapped in.

The only thing you don’t know, the only thing that doesn’t stay the same, is when visitors come. Rarely does anyone get visitors so I thought I was safe, I thought I could do it. Just before lunch, when the guards are too busy thinking about what they have stored away for their midday meal to pay close attention to what’s happening on the grounds, when the orderlies are all heading to the kitchen to get the sorry excuses for a meal for the patients, the day the last screw on the window’s cage finally comes free after long nights of bloodied fingertips and twisting, it was perfect- almost perfect. It would have worked if there wasn’t an orderly waiting at the front gate, leaning against the brick pillar that framed the towering Iron Gate, waiting to escort an important visitor to the hospital’s front steps. That was the day I was forced down to the Restricted Ward, the prison for the truly and completely insane, the pit of despair where I would soon greet death, bloodied and broken, mind, body and soul.

Never once in my time in that prison did I ever get a visitor. Not my mother, my father, not William or Benjamin, no one would risk word getting out that I never left, that I was a permanent resident of our town’s most unholy of places. Why would they risk such a dark mark on the family name, after all “perception is everything”. A belief, I’d come to find, not only practiced by my family.

The official cause of my death is blunt force trauma and blood loss. They told my parents that I bashed my head against the wall of my cell over and over again until I lost consciousness and bled out. They told them that it had happened in between the orderlies’ rounds and that I hadn’t made a sound so they didn’t know what I was doing. They spun some tale about it being the anniversary of Emmett’s death, triggers and such. In reality they just needed something to cover up the hole they drilled in my head; an ancient and barbaric medical practice called Trepanation. They bored an inch wide hole in my head for no reason other than their outdated beliefs in demonic possession. The day I attempted to escape was the same day a local priest was visiting the hospital. In his eyes the only logical explanation was that the demon inside me was forcing me to run away to escape the power of God that was brought with him. I guess there is no room for unfortunate coincidences in his church.

I’m not surprised my parents didn’t give me a proper funeral; I was their biggest disappointment. Sweet Ophelia was supposed to be the perfect little girl who did what she was told by her parents, married some high class snob, had children who also grew up to be perfect, and who never questioned a single thing she was told; a pretty face with nothing behind it. In the end the only thing my parents gave me was a quiet burial, with no flowers, no mourning family, and the only guests being my grave diggers and my fellow corpses waiting for me in the ground. I wasn’t buried on my family’s plot; I wasn’t even buried beside Emmett. I was laid to rest in an empty space beside a girl I never knew, and was forgotten. I was no longer a part of the Martin legacy; I had been removed, erased and disowned by the people who were supposed to love me the most. My brothers were informed of my death by an informal message written by the butler, an act done on his own accord. All it read was “Your sister has passed” four words and my name wasn’t one of them. They didn’t come visit me, no one did. Flowers were left on the graves of the people around me but never on mine.

Every so often the grounds keeper would come by with his brush and sweep the dust and dirt from the top of my marker. He knew no one ever came to visit me, whether or not he knew who I truly was he never said, but the look in his eyes when he walked away said enough, he pitied me. I don’t want to be pitied; I want to be listened to. A murderer was allowed to walk freely while I was locked up with monsters my family paid to save the Martin reputation.

I wish I could tell the outside world what really happened behind those iron gates; the true story of how those monsters tortured us. They were the insane, not us. The man who lived in the cell next to mine, I don’t know his name, I never spoke to anyone there, once told the man across the way, the one who always screamed, to stop for once in his damned life. The Screaming Man told him he would if they’d just let him out of this hell. At first I agreed with him, we’d all be so much better off if we weren’t trapped in here, but the Nameless Man said something I wish the whole earth had heard, not just me. “This isn’t hell you fool; the devil would be so much kinder,”

And he was right.

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style2money · 2 years

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how about "I've always been alone." with Leif and a girl he’s courting?

Persistence

Summary: Many men have come for your hand but Leif is the first you let into your heart.

Pairing: Leif Eriksson x F!Reader

Rating: Teen. Allusions to sexual content.

Word Count: 658

The Greenlander is persistent. You’ll give him that.

It’s mid afternoon, the summer sun high in the sky. The hills are dotted with wildflowers and your crops are growing strong. He’s fast at work in your south field, shirtless. The wild mane of hair you’ve come to expect is tied into a low bun. His skin grows tan and slick the longer he works to remove the stubborn boulder from the fields. He’s not the biggest or handsomest man you’ve ever seen but his face is pleasing and his blue eyes are beautiful.

Many men have come over the years to ask for your hand in marriage. Some are after your beauty but most desire the fortune that would come with the land your father left to you. The rich and fertile soil produces the best grain in the valley, selling directly to the King himself. You’ve given every man who comes the same challenge - remove the massive stone from your field and you’ll marry them. It’s been there since before your birth. Your father always planted around it.

None have succeeded and you expect Leif will be no different, though you will admit in the privacy of your own mind that you are growing to like him. In between working on the stone he’s fixed several things that have fallen into disrepair around your home. When he comes he brings fresh fruit and smoked meat. Sometimes he’ll work from morning to night several days in a row, only to disappear on some mission for the King for a week or two but he always returns. Quiet and determined.

Occasionally you’ll take pity on him and share whatever you prepare for lunch. You eat in the fields, never in the house. He doesn’t speak much but when he does he always manages to get you talking. About yourself and the farm. Sometimes about your father and your dreams for the future.

“What do you want, Leif Eriksson?” You ask, resting your arms on your knees. “Surely you have better things to do than toil in my field. People you wish to spend time with.”

“I am where I want to be.”

“This is a lonely endeavor,” you remind him.

“I've always been alone,” he tells you seriously. “Even when surrounded by friends and family. I think you feel that way too.”

You drop your gaze to the soft soil underneath, scooping up a handful to rub between your thumb and forefinger, feeling the grit and damp warmth. Even when your father was alive your life was quiet, somehow separate. The conversation was always about the farm and animals. You felt loved but also alone. Not understood.

“I do,” you admit.

“Do you feel that way now?” He asks, grasping your hand gently in his. There’s dirt under his nails, the skin of his forearm marred by silvery scars.

“No,” you confess. “Not for some time.”

He shifts closer and your nostrils flare, taking in the musk of his sweat and the smell of the earth. You look up to meet his eyes, mouth parting. Somehow, when you weren’t looking, his persistence and calm presence wormed their way inside your heart. Begrudging respect for how hard he worked and how kind he was grew into something more.

You stand abruptly and he pulls back, staring up at you curiously. “Come,” you tell him, brushing the dirt from your dress and holding out your hand.

His brows crease with confusion. “I have not freed the boulder…”

“That was never the true task,” you reveal.

Understanding breaks across Leif's face and he smiles, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. He accepts your offered hand, following behind you towards the house. Tomorrow you will find a priest in the city and profess your intentions before God, but tonight you’ll join together in a more holy sacrament. Something just for the two of you.

#viking valhalla #leif ericksson x you #leif eriksson #leif eriksson x reader #leif eriksson x female reader #leif x reader #vikings netflix #vikings fanfiction #vikings fanfic #vikings #leif erikson

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qqueenofhades · 4 years

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if you’re taking prompts (and from that September list which is GREAT) maybe #4 for the lovely immortal husbands? love your magical AU for them btw!! and DVLA of course!

Once again, I must note that I am not actively TAKING prompts, lol, and I reblogged that list several months ago (though yes, it is great). But also... flattery will get you everywhere?

Joe is innocently minding his own business – sitting on the balcony of their rented flat in one of the endless grey tower blocks, gazing out over the hazy skyline of Kyiv with its spires and tangled wires and hills and trolley cars, sketching in his notebook – when the door opens behind him and someone steps outside. He doesn’t look up for several moments, concentrating on shading in the green domes of St. Andrew’s Church just right, until he is prompted by a delicate cough. “Well, my heart? What do you think?”

Joe glances up – then drops his pencil and nearly knocks over his coffee cup (which would be a waste, since it is hard to get most things in 1986 Ukraine). “Ya Allah, Nicolò,” he stammers in Arabic, every other language momentarily driven out of his head by the magnitude of the horror before him. “What on earth have you done to yourself?!”

Nicky smirks at him. “What? Don’t you like it?”

Joe’s mouth is still open, so he shuts it, and concentrates on studying his lover in increasingly aghast fascination. Yes, well, Nicky’s hair was getting long and rather shaggy, since personal hygiene hasn’t been high on their list of priorities while working backbreaking, filthy, days-long shifts to help in the continuing evacuation of the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone and the clean-up and seal-off of Reactor Number Four. They’re taking a rest break in Kyiv right now, but they bus out to Pripyat again next week, and given the gauntlet of real horrors that they are elsewhere running, Joe would not have imagined that Nicky had the desire to inflict this monstrosity upon himself in their precious off hours. It’s a mullet, in other words. And it’s a very bad one. In Joe’s completely objective opinion, Nicky is the handsomest man alive, but even he can’t pull this off. The stringy bits on top, the badly shaved sides with a plastic razor – and that is not even to mention the mustache, often favored by gentlemen in explicit 1970s films. Joe keeps staring like a deer in headlights, in the crosshairs of a barreling fashion calamity. Finally he manages, “Nicolò, absolutely not.”

“Oh come on.” Nicky’s slightly wicked grin broadens. “You haven’t even seen the tighty-whitie shorts that go with it.”

This is admittedly an interesting bribe, though not enough to overlook the – everything else. “What?” Joe repeats faintly. “You want to look like Eurotrash out at the discotheque?”

“When in Rome…” Nicky remarks archly. “What? I said nothing when you had that Afro last decade, remember?”

“That,” Joe says with immense dignity, “is completely different. I am from Africa, so by any measure I have the right to wear an Afro. You are not a creepy extra in a Richard Simmons workout video. And we were working with the Black Panthers, so obviously – ”

“Exactly,” Nicky says. “Just fitting in to the local culture.”

Joe continues to sit there like a goldfish, still shaking his head in numb disbelief. “I can’t sleep next to you like that, Nicolò. It will give me nightmares.”

“Really?” Nicky crosses the balcony and perches on the arm of Joe’s chair, thus to let him appreciate it better at close range. “Isn��t every good relationship about making sacrifices?”

“Love has two faces,” Joe shoots back. “One of them is the face of devastation.”

“Mmm.” Nicky leans in. “Are you quoting Abu Nuwas again, my heart, or just being a drama king?”

Truly, this man knows him far too well. “You’re messing – ” Joe stares at him accusingly. “You are messing with me.”

“No,” Nicky pronounces, face completely straight. “No, not at all. I love it. I think I’ll keep it like this.”

Joe opens his mouth, about to say something else despairing, but stops. Yes, the mullet is an abomination of God’s earth (along with most hairstyles of the 1980s), but if Nicolò wants to wear this idiot look for a moment of levity in what they are otherwise faced with, what harm, truly, will it do? There were four horrible days after their first round of cleanup shifts, where even they were sick as dogs as the radiation worked its way out of their bodies, and the way Nicky looked then – Joe can still see it whenever he closes his eyes, so that mullet-related nightmares might be far preferable. Besides. He is very well aware that right now, there are other gay men losing their partners to a mysterious and unstoppable scourge, that in San Francisco and New York in America especially, the disease now called AIDS (but first known as GRID, Gay-Related Immune Deficiency) is ravaging entire communities while President Reagan sits idly by. Suddenly needing to make sure that any of that is very far away, Joe reaches out convulsively, catches Nicky’s head (stringy bits and all) and kisses him. “I don’t mind,” he says, just in case Nicolò thought he was actually serious. “I may have to wear a blindfold when we make love, but – ”

Nicky starts to answer, but is interrupted as the balcony door opens, Booker starts to come out, sees that the lovebirds are occupied out here, and beats a smart retreat. Even this, however, is not enough to stop him shouting, “Nicky, what the hell is that?”

“See.” Joe looks at his lover with wounded vindication. “I’m not the only one who has questions. Many questions.”

“Mmm,” Nicky says again, sliding into Joe’s lap. “Say that you love it.”

“No.”

“You do love it.”

“I love you, Nicolò. Not the mullet.”

“Shh.” Nicky leans in, and as they kiss, Joe can feel him smiling. “Just go with it.”

(Joe grumbles, but kisses him back, and doesn’t say anything else, and they go back inside as Andy returns from what can optimistically be called a shopping trip, and make dinner. Nicky entertains the entire team with jokes at his own expense as they eat, and Joe looks at him and understands exactly why Nicky did it, made a fool of himself to help them laugh, help them think about something else than radiation poisoning and piles of shot animals, and he loves this man so much that he can barely stand it. And so they go to bed that night after Nicky has removed the scissors and razor and sent the mullet and pornstache to their well-deserved grave, and love does indeed have two faces, and the other one, as always, is forever.)

#the old guard #the old guard fanfiction #joe x nicky #kaysanova #anonymous #ask

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Member: lee jaehyun aka hyunjae from tbz cause i feel like there are too many jaehyuns around now ;_; my heart can’t take too many perfect men of the same name

Genre: COLLEGE... CRUSH? idk this is probably gonna be my most crack piece (you can already tell by the track)

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I wrote this at like 1.30am so please bear with me lol my inspiration always come in the middle of the night because it’s so quiet and conducive

this will be a one shot cause i’ve got no fucking clue how to make it into a series/short novel without an actual conflict/angst/drama involved :”) if you’re a writer and you see this and you want to make a 2nd part or something, BE MY GUEST

lee hyun jae.

who was he to me?

oh, i don’t know.

just the prettiest but handsomest man alive. if that’s even a word.

he’s always surrounded by like, eleven other boys who are also good-looking and talented in some way or another.

god must’ve invested his entire life into crafting these fine, fine specimens of men to be placed on earth.

maybe there was a mix up somewhere and they were supposed to be angels or demi-gods and god just fucked up.

but i’ve got no complaints.

i’m satisfied that i get to feast my eyes on such a gorgeous, rare, one-of-a-kind version of a person i’m sure exists nowhere else in the world.

he’s known for being one of the most caring ones of the group. he’d make his friends laugh but watch out for them at the same time. he’s so easygoing, i wonder if he’d smile at me if i tripped him over or something.

you might think i’m exaggerating.

well,

i’m not.

so who am i to him?

sadly, nobody.

harsh truth.

there was absolutely nothing wrong with the man. there was a lack of flaw, and that was literally the only flaw he had. if it could even be considered as a flaw. i could spend my seconds, minutes, hours, days, just staring at him. it was so unfair that there is NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM.

sometimes it pisses me off.

it kind of pisses me off that he doesn’t have a girlfriend despite half the school simping over him.

i mean, who wouldn’t? just look at him.

there have been rumors flying about that he was gay or something.

doesn’t matter if he is gay though.

it simply hurts to know he’s not dating anybody.

it’ll be such a waste if such a man ends up living a life alone. a waste indeed.

so what was it that was stopping me from putting that destiny of his to a screeching stop?

well, there was just one problem.

“hELLO, earth to y/n?” the sudden waving in your face with the heaviest textbook in your curriculum snaps you back into reality.

“which one of the twelve are you thinking up some magical fantasy over now?” your best friend frowns at you, the vein on her arm popping from the weight of the fat textbook.

“ah-- it doesn’t matter who i’m daydreaming about, let me have my moment, would you?” you lean back in your seat, disgruntled at her telling you what not to do with your own imagination. sometimes it was difficult to look at her without seeing all the little hints of lee hyunjae in her.

they had the same nose, but that was it. honestly, it was a miracle you just happened to make friends with one of the prettiest girls in school, and good for you, she ended up becoming your friend and stayed in that position for more than a decade. naturally, she was upgraded to the ‘best friend’ title.

the biggest issue you had with lee hee jae was that she hated her brother getting so much attention, and she has always condemned him about it.

which was pretty ironic, given the number of love letters that show up in her locker everyday.

but thanks to her cold, a-little-more-than-mean superficial personality, most guys don’t have enough of a pair to talk to her in person. sure, she won’t hesitate to stab a bitch, but you knew her well enough to know that if the love of her life, son young jae, were to suddenly sprout feelings for her and confess, she might just nose bleed and pass out.

but does she know you have had the biggest, fattest crush on her older brother?

no.

she’d kidnap you and torture you and brainwash you to unlike him.

maybe that’s why he hasn’t got any girlfriends.

“you’re zoning out again,” she snaps her finger in your ear and the sharp click jumps you. you bare your teeth in annoyance and feign a hit towards her, but she doesn’t flinch.

your little high school crush on her brother wasn’t getting any weaker as the years went by. in fact, it’s been getting stronger. now that you’ve seen the way he treats his friends, how kind and considerate he was, not to mention that body-- well--

let’s just say you went from just appreciating his face, to everything in general. it was only a matter of time before she finds out that the one man you were simping over out of the eleven boys was her brother.

of the eleven boys, it just had to be her brother.

“hee jae,” you pull out a pencil and start to randomly doodle in your notebook. “haven’t you ever considered talking to eric?”

she shoots you a death glare, but you’re used to it.

“i thought we agreed not to speak of this in school!” she leans into you and hisses, eyes piercing right through your head. if her eyes had lazers, your head would’ve been blasted off completely after years of her angry glaring.

“no, but eric just seems so... chill, y’know? he’s either cleaning his table and packing his stuff or outside playing baseball, there’s literally nothing stopping you from talking to him.”

she rolls her eyes and snatches your pencil away from you in a bid to piss you off so you’d stop talking.

“give it back--” you snatch the stationery from her and hiss at her like a cat. “you’re literally in the damn baseball team with him. it’s not that difficult to make up a story and start a conversation with him.”

“ha,” she’s finally mastered the art of fake laughter. “easy for you to say. you simp for all eleven of them and can’t choose one for you to worry about it like i do.”

that was fun to hear.

“well, forget eric,” she waves it off. “are we doing anything after school?”

anything but going to your house. i don’t want to be stuck under the same roof as your brother, my heart would get a seizure and i’ll probably die on the spot.

“my mom’s making crepes today, and i know you love that shit,” hee jae snickers, pulling out a baseball from her bag and throwing it into the air and catching it.

“aw, man... not the crepes,” you pout and side eye her, leaning back into your seat.

“why are you so uptight about going to my place? you’ve been there a billion fucking times, you literally live there now.”

that’s cause i’m only over when your brother isn’t around!

“ugh, okay fine. but i gotta dash home first to grab some homework. i left some of it at home ‘cause i wasn’t expecting an invitation today.”

she squeals, showing you a part of her that nobody else has the privilege of seeing. “sick,” she gets out of the seat she dragged to yours and brings it back to where she took it from. “call my home number and tell me you’re on your way before you leave your house!”

you nod un-enthusiastically, waving her off before she leaves the classroom and returns to hers.

you were finally back at home, showered and changed into comfortable clothes while you shoved all your homework into your bag. you leave your parents a text to tell them that you’d spend the afternoon and evening at heejae’s so they don’t have to worry about your dinner, then you dial her home number.

the phone was on it’s eighth ring, and you were already one foot out of the door. usually, it doesn’t take her that long to pick up the phone.

“this little bitch invites me over and doesn’t pick up the damn--”

“hello?”

your grip tightens around your phone and you stumble out of your house, the door swinging shut behind jumps you and you process the voice on the other end of the line.

“uh--”

“is this y/n?”

“uh... yeah, this is she.”

he knows me?

shut up, of course he knows you. you’ve been friends with his sister for a decade!

“oh, okay, cool. heejae’s in the toilet right now and she said she’ll get it but i couldn’t stand the sound of the phone ringing.”

“ah...” your voice trails off, unsure of how to respond. you were just preoccupied with how soothing his voice was, and just imagining his face with the phone to his ear on the other line was just so--

“hello? y/n? you there?”

“yeah, yeah, sorry i was... crossing a road.” you weren’t even moving; you were just planted into the pavement like a tree.

“actually, why don’t i go and pick you up? your place is on the way to the shopping mall and my mom just told me to go get some groceries, do you want to tag along? we can head back to my place afterwards and you can get the crepes you like.”

where in the world was he getting all this information from?

“uh--” you stammer into the receiver for the billionth time. he must think you have some kind of speech problem by now.

“you know what? just hang tight for a few minutes. heejae’s still in the bathroom so she doesn’t get a say in what i do if i decide it without her presence,” you hear him walk around on the house and call out for his mom to tell her he was leaving for the shopping mall. “you live on 31st avenue, right? the white house with the blue roof?”

“uH--” you really need to get a grip on yourself.

“i guessed. hang tight, i’ll be there in a sec! see you!”

hyunjae doesn’t bother to wait for you to hang up before he does. the line goes dead and the beep nearly deafens you, but you couldn’t believe your ears. you were about to be in the same vehicle as lee hyun jae. one of the most popular boys in school, the handsomest man alive, the love of your li--

whoa.

too fast.

you shake the nonsensical daydreams out of your head and walk back to the steps of your door. while waiting, you can’t help but to let the quiet crush on him run your mind recklessly.

what if he was just messing with you and he’s just chilling at home? what if he knows that you have a crush on him and he’s just having fun? what if he thinks you’re weird for hanging out with his sister? what if he’s caught you staring and he thinks you’re a creep? oh my god, what if heejae’s told him embarrassing stories about you and now he’s going to poke fun at you with that?

you stare blankly at the little weeds in the cracks of the pavement, the thoughts in your head running wild as you slowly convince yourself he’s not going to turn up.

but the familiar silver family car rolls up at the end of the pavement, and the windows roll down to reveal hyunjae in sunglasses wearing a simple white tee-shirt.

“did i keep you waiting?” he pushes down his sunglasses and looks at you over the rim, one arm dangling outside the window.

you shake your head, suddenly losing all ability to speak.

“alrighty then, get in. we’re heading for the shopping mall.” he nods his head towards the car, retracting his arm back into the vehicle.

your heart was thumping so aggressively and so loudly you were sure he could hear it. hell, he could probably see it.

“how’s school? i haven’t seen you around back in my house after... what, about five years? you were always around when i was out, if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were avoiding me,” his voice was so alluring, you had to constantly remind yourself that he was actually saying something.

“uh-- well....”

come on, say something. anything.

“i guess god just doesn’t want us to meet.”

no, it’s because you were avoiding him. what the flying fuck was that?

he laughs heartily, his teeth catching the light of the afternoon sun and glistens in your vision. “if that’s the case then god really needs to give me a break.”

your little-crush-on-him morphs into a tiny character in your head and it starts yelling at you. did he just say what you think he just said?

“no, i mean,” he glances at you, hands still on the steering wheel once he notices you’ve gone eerily silent. “i would’ve spoken to you and tried to be actual friends with you sooner, but heejae never wants me talking to her friends. you can imagine how she is with her best friend.”

you sigh heavily, the mention of your best friends’ name loosening some knots in your stomach. “lee hee jae is just something. not sure what, but something.”

“it does baffle me to think about how you put up with her for what, nine years now?”

you were looking out the window, and the idea of being in the same car as hyunjae doesn’t seem as tormenting as it seemed once you realise the best support you’ve had for the last ten years was lee hee jae.

“eleven, actually,” you say without looking at him, eyes zeroing on a couple walking a dog on the pavement by the road. “yeah i guess she can be a handful sometimes, especially with how cold and mean she is on the outside...”

the car stops at a traffic junction.

“but put her in front of one guy and she’ll pass the fu--”

“‘one guy’?” he interrupts.

your eyes widen and you suck your lips between your teeth, wincing a little to yourself when you realise what you just said.

“lee hee jae has a crush on someone?” you hear him scoff and a brotherly chuckle rushes out his lips. “do you know who it is?”

you were about to protest and stop him from trying to dig the information that you nearly disclosed, but he interrupts you again.

“y’know what? don’t tell me. i’ll guess. i’ll just watch your reactions while i’m at it.”

you grit your teeth and tighten your temples. you don’t realise how sweaty your palms were until your phone slides out from underneath your skin when the car starts to move.

“is it kevin? no wait-- doesn’t feel like it.”

is he going to just start talking on his own until he finds someone he thinks suits her and then look at my face to read my expression?

“i don’t think she’s the kind to go for someone older than me or my age. so that takes sangyeon, jacob, younghoon-- is it younghoon? no, it’s not... ah, no matter how i think about it, someone nearer your age pops up. haknyeon, sunwoo, eric. it’s one of the three.”

that wasn’t so hard. hee jae must be easy for her brother to read.

“are you really going to let me play this elimination game alone?” he raises a brow and turns the wheel, driving into the car park of the shopping mall. the little gesture causes your heart to involuntarily skip a beat, and you could see his eyes folding even behind the sunglasses when he turns his head.

“your sister would kill me if she knew i even started this conversation, so i’m just refraining from deepening my grave.”

you hear him laugh through his nose. “relax, i’m not going to tell her you said this. i’ve seen the way she looks at us whenever we’re in school. she gives me a look of disgust but she always reserves a blush on her cheeks for someone. i just can’t put my finger on who it is.”

“you mean you notice the way she looks at you and your friends? that’s a little weird.”

the car starts to reverse into a parking lot and he pulls the gears into parking mode. there was a short silence in the air as he lays his finger on the start up button of the car and he turns to look at you, now without the sunglasses to block your view of his eyes.

“you’d be surprised that i notice a lot of things.”

he flashes you a smile and reaches for the door on his side, pushing himself out as if he didn’t just expose both you and your best friend.

you were just tailing hyunjae while he told you what was on the grocery list, and you start filling the basket. he doesn’t stop guessing though, but the entire time spent with him only made you feel like he was so comfortable to be around.

besides his pretty face, of course.

you were waiting for him to pay for the items while you stood outside when heejae’s caller ID showed up on your phone screen.

“where the hell are you?”

“hello to you too,” you roll your eyes. “your brother said he was going to get me and now we’re shopping for groceries before we return to your place. didn’t your mom tell you?”

“what? no, she didn’t. she just told me he went out to get groceries.”

“huh?” you look over your shoulder to see hyunjae paying the cashier. “are you saying that your mom lied about me?”

“now, why would she do that?”

“she’s your mom, not mine. why don’t you ask her instead?”

hyunjae picks up the grocery bags and walks towards you, looking into them and making sure he didn’t miss out anything.

“this is so fucking weird. where’s hyunjae? pass the phone to him,”

“we’re done, let’s go.” hyunjae stops by your side, noticing that you were on the phone.

“don’t you dare hang up on me, pass the phone to him!” hee jae screams into the receiver. you wince and pull it away from your ear, shooting hyunjae a look of slight confusion as you hand him the phone.

“it’s your sister.”

he sighs and places the bags on the floor, wiping his hands on his pants before taking it.

you could hear hee jae screaming at him on the other end, but hyunjae’s face doesn’t change one bit besides that sweet smile plastered to his lips while he let his sister berate him. hyunjae got bored extremely quickly, and he was already removing the phone from his ear while he repeated the word ‘bye’ into the receiver.

he hands the phone back to you and hangs it up for you, picking up the bags and heading back to the car.

by the time you reach the road right outside their house, heejae was standing on the porch, anxiously tapping her foot on the wooden boards.

“oh, no,” he groans, looking out the window and observing heejae like she was a lion in the savannah. “well, just another day for us people who have to deal with miss lee.”

he says so coyly, pushing himself out of the car and going to open the door of the backseat. you help yourself out, and heejae storms toward you, fists balled by her side and steam coming out through her ears.

you thought she was going to scream at you for accepting a ride from hyunjae, but she dodges you and opens the backseat door opposite hyunjae to yell at him in the car.

“what made you think it was a great idea to pick her up? didn’t we have a deal that both our friends were out of bounds to each other?”

wait what--

“yah, lee hyunjae!” she yells at the top of her voice as he ignores her, pulling out of the car and walking towards the house. “we had a deeeeeaaaaaaal!”

you grab onto heejae and turn her around, trying to peel her attention away from her brother and to you so you could get a grasp on what she just said.

“did you just say what i think you just said?!” you blink in surprise at her, and the thought of hyunjae finding an excuse just to spend time with you melts you into a puddle of hopeless goop.

“no,” she says with a stern face, lifting a finger and pointing at you in the face. “no.”

“well--” she yanks herself out of your grip and turns to the house. “what’s so bad about dating your siblings’ friends? you like eric.”

she literally screeches to a stop and turns around with eyes that were burning. honestly, it was pretty funny to see her so riled up, knowing that she wasn’t angry at you. she was angry with hyunjae for... whatever he did, and the fact that she just had to fall for someone in hyunjae’s circle of friends. it was a slap in her face, or whoever thought about the no-dating-siblings’-friends pact.

“is that why you don’t want to talk to eric? because of this... deal?” you raise a brow, entertained, completely forgetting that there was the slightest chance that hyunjae might’ve been looking for an excuse to hang out with you, and he had just succeeded.

she had no words, but her silence was enough to let you unpack the situation.

“ah... i see,” you fold your arms across your chest and smirk at her. then you remember you were standing right outside lee hyunjae’s house. this was your chance to dig the information out from her. “so if this deal is stopping you from talking to eric, then is it safe to assume that it’s similar for hyunjae?”

you could see her bottom lip quivering upon your question, as she realises that you’ve finally found out why she was keeping a distance from her own teammate. but her silence also pushes you further into confusion. does that mean--

“look, you can’t date hyunjae, okay? i forbid it. the last time a girl dated someone in that group of friends of his, they broke up because she got bullied by other girls in school. i told hyunjae he wasn’t allowed to date any of my friends so i wouldn’t need to beat the fuck out of any bullies and get myself expelled,” she huffed and hugged her torso. “and i made him agree to that deal by promising him that neither i nor any of my friends would date his.”

you shake your head, fingers pressing into your temples and hair while you let the story unfold from her narration.

“my mom didn’t tell me about him going to get you because... well... he--”

“i like you!”

your heart stops and you think your blood stopped flowing through you as well. heejae’s head snaps back to look at the house and the source of noise, and she pulls out a shoe to hurl it at hyunjae.

“ah--!” he starts yelling once she reaches him with the shoe. “let me at least try, god damn it! sunwoo only let his girlfriend get bullied because he’s a dumbass-- ow! but i’m not gonna let her get bullied, i promise!”

you slowly turn your head to see hyunjae trying to dodge every hit, and he starts running away from her and toward you. he pulls you in front of him so you were standing between him and heejae, who was holding onto the shoe so tightly, her knuckles were turning white.

“y/n, take a chance with me, would you? i’ve always noticed the both of you looking at us but it always bothered me that i have no idea who either of you are looking at--”

he dodges a side swing, and your view of heejae trying to reach him was pretty hilarious, if you weren’t acting as his shield.

“what makes you think she’ll say yes?! she can’t even choose--”

“i do, heejae,” finally, you’ve decided to shoot your shot. heejae freezes with the shoe in mid-air, and hyunjae’s hold on your shoulders tighten. “i’ve only said i can’t choose only because i didn’t want you to know that it was your brother i liked.”

you couldn’t believe what was coming out of your mouth. all that effort to keep it hidden only to expose yourself infront of both heejae and her brother at once?!

she looked like she wanted to slap you with the shoe now, and you flinch when she shifts, closing your eyes to brace for impact.

but it doesn’t come.

you open one eye and look at her, and she looked like she’s completely resigned to fate. she shakes her head like your mother would when you did something stupid, and she squats to get her shoe back on her feet.

“i give up,” she grunts, shoving her feet into her shoe and tying the laces messily before standing up again. “of all eleven of them, him?” she raises an agitated brow and points to the boy hiding behind you.

“it wouldn’t have been so annoying if it had been one of his friends, but him?!”

you turn back to look at hyunjae, who was giving you puppy eyes as if he was already your boyf--

too fast.

“does it look like i chose to like him?” you pout, hands reaching out to her and trying to play for affection.

“for fucks’ sake,” she groans, face palming herself. “now i’m going to look like a shitty friend and sister if i don’t let you two date.”

“on the bright side..” you pull her into a hug and tighten your hold, knowing that whatever you were going to say next was going to warrant another violent outburst from her. “if hyunjae and i date, that means the deal’s broken and...”

“you can talk to eric now.”

“AH! SO IT’S ERIC?!”

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He Will Love You {Dev Patel x Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2647 Summary: Even when things are rough, you know you can always count on him.

When Dev first walked into your shop, you were, admittedly, a little star-struck. He was with his mother, and was picking up a custom made gift for her. You weren’t actually the one to do the transaction, but your boss needed to have a couple of words with the mother to make sure that it was exactly what she had wanted. He told you that this meeting may take a little while, and to fetch Dev, who had accompanied her, a glass of wine while waiting for it to be finished. He and the woman went to the back to look at the jewels that were going into the bracelet, making sure that she knew they were up to quality, while you were set to entertain one of the handsomest men alive.

“Do you prefer red or white?” You asked, opening up the wine cooler where your boss kept the expensive wine for the more distinguished guest. That would certainly apply to Dev, you thought. Even just standing there in a grey sweater and jeans, a red ballcap covering his long hair, he looked like he just stepped out of a movie. Be cool, you reminded yourself. Be cool.

“Red,” He said. You nodded, uncorked the bottle in front of him, and poured it into a waiting glass. You didn’t expect to have to play bartender at a jewelry store, but this was a very upscale place. You handed it over with a smile, and he took it, his fingers just touching yours. “I’m Dev,” He introduced, taking the glass with one hand, and held the other one out. You took it, shaking it politely.

“Y/N - nice to meet you,” You said, the warmth of his hand contrasting with the damp coolness of Autumn in England. “I just have to say, I’m a bit of a fan.”

“Oh, thank you,” He said graciously, and took a sip of the wine. “Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I’m working,” You said, cheeks going a little pink as you had to remind yourself that yes, you were on the job. You had to be professional. Going all fan mode wasn’t what you were hired for. “I took a peek at what the boss was working on for your mother - it’s beautiful, I’m sure she’s loving it.”

“Good, I wanted it to be special,” Dev nodded.

“Oh, it is,” You nodded. The room fell into a comfortable silence as Dev walked around, taking a look in the different display cases. The store usually catered to custom-made jewelery, but there were some pieces that were a little on the generic side. He asked you about a couple of items, and you gave him all of the information that he could want. Even going as far as to bring a few things out so he could take a closer look at them.

It felt like only a moment had passed but it was at least fifteen before Dev’s mother, and your boss, came out from the back of the store. The woman was absolutely glowing. She rushed to her son to show him the creation that was now sitting on her wrist. “It’s beautiful,” Dev said, setting down the now-empty wine glass. You took it quickly, running it to the break room so that you could wash it. You did so quickly, then went back to your post, expecting to find the actor and his mother to have left but to your surprise, they were still there. Your boss had disappeared, probably to work on more custom-work, so it was just the three of you.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, cheerfully, going back behind the counter. The woman nodded, still admiring the bracelet on her wrist. You turned to look at Dev now, who you saw was smiling at you, with that hundred watt smile. “Dev?” You ventured, feeling a little uncomfortable using his first name.

“Rain check on the wine?” He asked, raising one of his black eyebrows. “Say - tomorrow night?”

“Oh, umm...” You said, startled by these developments. Taking a deep breath, you nodded, graciously accepting his invitation.

When you came to, you found yourself staring up at the black interior of a car. The little light was on, which usually signaled that there was an open door. But there was none of the familiar beeping. Instead, there was some classical music coming from speakers around you. You blinked your eyes, trying to figure out where you were, since this wasn’t your car.

“Can you turn off the music, please?” You asked, since the sound of it was making your head start to pound. It instantly was turned off, and you were greeted to the sight of Dev in the front seat of the car. You were lying in the back, feeling a little dizzy. It all started to come back to you. You were walking down the street with him, heading to lunch after a stroll around the park, when suddenly you stopped remembering what had happened.

“Are you okay?” Dev asked, looking at you concerned. You held your head, trying to figure out why you had passed out. “You’re in my car, you’re alright. You er - you passed out while we were walking to the restaurant.”

“Oh,” You said, scrunching your eyebrows together. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He said, with a little laugh. “You’re the one who passes out and yet you’re sorry?” He reached to the back and took hold of one of your hands, giving it a squeeze. “There was a nurse in the park. She said your pulse was strong but you should lay down until you feel a little better, and get you something to eat.”

“I did skip breakfast,” You admitted. You were so excited for this date that the thought of eating before it hadn’t even occurred to you. Your second date with Dev, and you were embarrassing yourself already. He tutted at you, shaking his head, and you felt his disappointment.

“How do you feel now? Well enough to walk?” He questioned. You slowly sat up, hand to your forehead to block the sun from getting too much into your eyes. He had tinted windows which helped a lot. You steadied yourself and then nodded slowly as the dizziness started to dissipate. “There’s a restaurant right across the street, let’s go there.”

He got out of the car first, then came around and opened the door for you. He took your hand and helped you to get out of the car, standing tall in the sunlight once more. He even closed the door behind you, still taking hold of your hand. He listed some things that the nurse had said would be good for your blood sugar - and you were more than flattered that he had listened enough to take note of it all.

It was that first restaurant that you went to that became yours and Dev’s place. The food wasn’t even that good, and the waitstaff only paid special attention to him due to his celebrity status but it was still your place. For more special occasions, you two went to better places, but for things like breaking news, or just wanting to get out of the house, this was it. And it was for the former reason that you were here today.

You got there first, requesting your usual table which was towards the kitchen of the restaurant, far from where people looking through the windows could see you. You ordered a glass of water rather than your accustomed glass of wine, the drink that brought you and Dev together.

His career had really been taking off in the past year. He’d been nominated, and had won, quite a few awards and now was being quite sought after. He’d been to an audition that very morning while you had been to an important Doctors appointment. He had wanted to go with you but you convinced him that there was likely to be many other appointments in the future, and he only had this one shot for a role that he loved. Of course, at the time, you had expected it to be good news.

He came in a few minutes late, apologizing profusely as he took his seat across from you. His hair was in his face, his forehead sweaty. It almost looked like he had run here - and since he had taken the metro to the interview, it was very likely that he had. He still managed to look so damn sexy while flustered. “So - what did the Doctor say?”

The expectant look on his face was almost too much to bear. You had gone to the Doctor with the hopes of finding out that you were pregnant. You and Dev had been trying since you got married, but things haven’t always been smooth sailing. It didn’t make much sense at first, since he had a high sperm count, and you thought the problem must have been with you. But when you missed your last period, and you’ve been feeling more worn down than usual, you made an appointment for a pregnancy test rather than a fertility one.

You took hold of his hand. You were about to tell him the results but the waitress came around and asked what Dev wanted to drink. He looked at the water that you had, and you realized he thought that because you had that rather than wine, that you were expecting. He grinned and loudly announced, “A glass of your finest red, no matter how expensive it is!”

The waitress walked away and you squeezed his hand. “Dev, baby, I need you to relax for a second and not interrupt me because what I have to say is very important.”

He nodded, once more grinning, still expecting the good news. It hurt more to tell him the news than it had getting the news from the Doctor in the first place. But he would be quiet and listen, which was all that you could ask for at this point. You took a deep breath, took a sip of your water, and then started.

“I’m not pregnant,” You said, first and foremost, getting that out of the way. The smile was wiped from his face then, as he processed that information, and what it could possibly mean. However, you asked him not to interrupt and he obliged that, squeezing your hand tightly. You continued. “However, the Doctor was still worried so we ran some tests. Including a skin biopsy.” You showed him a bandaid that was on your upper arm, hidden by your sleeve. “And though the results aren’t in yet, he thinks it’s highly likely that I have celiac disease.”

Just as years ago, Dev had memorized a list of foods that you should eat to help you when you had passed out, you recited a list of things that you had been told about Celiac Disease. “But the worst part is-” You said, after telling him that since you caught it early, it may be manageable. “The worst part is that it may make me infertile.”

He let go of your hand, only to caress your cheek as you felt the weight press down on you. You felt your eyes start to fill with tears as something you’ve always wanted felt like it was beyond your grasp. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. “We’ll get through this together. As long as it’s us, does it matter if our kids are biological?”

Dev read the labels on every bit of food that he purchased from now on, making sure that it was something that you could safely eat. You had just remembered what was okay and what was not, tossing it in the cart, but Dev always had to take two minutes to make sure. He still worked on the baby room that you had started in the hopes of filling it one day. He moved the stuffed animals around and put up cute paintings that he had found during his travels around the world for work. Nothing really changed, except for the fact that now, you were looking for a child to adopt, someone to fill your world with even more joy.

You were sitting on the couch one night, feeling tired as you usually did these daze, watching a movie with Dev when his phone rang. You paused the movie using the remote and looked at Dev with hopeful eyes. This was hopefully one of two calls. It could be either his agent saying that he had gotten the role that he had been really wanting. You would be extremely happy for him if it was, though it meant that he would be flying out for a couple of months. Or, and you hoped it was this one, it was a call from the family lawyer that you had hired to help you look into adoption.

He answered it without hesitation, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in. “Hello?” You could hear a voice on the other line, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Dev pulled the phone away from his face and pressed the speaker button. “We’re both here,” He said, which made your heart race. There was no reason he would do that if it was just his agent.

“Hello!” The lawyer said, in her usual friendly tone. She was unusually upbeat for a lawyer, and that’s why you liked her. She seemed to genuinely enjoy doing what she did. Putting families together. It was a loyal job. “I just wanted to let you both know that we’ve put in your application and we’ve already found a child that we think would be just perfect for the two of you!”

You squealed with happiness and hugged Dev close to you. You felt energetic and hopeful for the first time in months. “That’s amazing!” You said, kissing him on the cheek. You wanted to celebrate already, though you haven’t even met the kid.

The lawyer filled you both in on the details. It was an eight month old girl, born to teenage parents who tried but just could not make the relationship, the child and school work. She could be brought over next week for a trial period, and if it all seemed to work out, you could adopt. You thanked the lawyer profusely, telling her how much this all meant to you and how you were positive that this was going to be life-changing, not just for you but for the baby girl.

“I have another call to make,” Dev said as soon as they hung up the phone.

“We have several!” You said, starting to list off people. “Your parents, my parents, our friends-”

“My agent,” Dev finished. “I’m going to tell him not to worry about the role. We’re going to be parents, I want to be here.”

“Are you sure?” You said, knowing how much this had meant to him. He had been bothering his agent for months to even get him in to auditions. He nodded though, a smile coming over his face as it all began to really sink in.

“We’re going to be parents!” He repeated, this time louder, and much happier.

Throughout everything, he loved you. Like he said in the vows, through sickness and in health. But he had been taking care of you long before you ever made it to the altar. And now, it looked like you were both going to get your happily ever after, after all.

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i-know-like-four-things · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Destiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Male Character(s), Dean Winchester/Other(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Modern AU, Sex Worker, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Prostitute Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester Summary:  Dean is happy with his life as a hooker. He loves feeling the night air on his face every night, and he is good at his job. One day he meets Castiel, the handsomest man he’s ever seen with the ugliest car in the world, and everything changes. *** Hey y’all! I’m finally posting the fic I was talking about! Im really excited for this, so please let me know what you think!

 Dean felt alive tonight. It was a beautiful fall night in Kansas City, Kasas. The breeze was present enough that Dean didn’t feel like he was drowning in his own sweat, but it wasn’t enough to make him cold. Dean was wearing his favorite pair of shorts, – the jean ones that were obscenely short and tight – this little black tight mesh top, and these little black heeled boots. He felt hot, and like he could take the whole world by storm. 

Dean was leaning against the building talking to his girls.There were plenty of people working the street, but Dean, Hannah, Jo, and Charlie all stuck together. Dean and Charlie mostly worked regulars, – Charlie the chicks and Dean the gay dudes– while Hannah and Jo picked up most of the stragglers. That wasn’t to say that Dean didn’t leave with a stranger from time to time; he was the only male hooker this side of town. 

Dean was chatting with Charlie, trying to look sexy leaning against a building and laughing hysterically at something she had said, and failing miserably, when the ugliest car Dean had ever seen pulled up. Jo sauntered up to the golden continental, exaggerating the swish of her hips, and leaned in the passenger window, wiggling her booty a little bit. Dean could tell the moment Jo got rejected because she dropped the sexy dance and adopted some more practical behaviors, like bending at the knees instead of the waist. She tapped the side of the car and walked back to the group. “You’re up, Dean-o,” she announced. Dean pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on and walked over to the car, throwing a wink over his shoulder at his friends. 

When Dean walked up to the ugly-ass car, he took up Jo’s original position, resting his forearms on the open window. He looked in and was stunned. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was absolutely breath-taking. He had this thick, dark hair that was sticking up every which way, and Dean couldn’t wait to get his fingers in it. Even sitting hunched over like the man was, Dean could tell the man was built like a ton of bricks. He had these big, elegant hands that were shakily rubbing up and down his thick thighs. His bright blue eyes kept flicking between Dean and the road in front of him, and he kept liking his plump, chapped lips. 

Dean looked a little longer that he normally would have before he spoke. When he finally found the air to form words, he said, “Hey handsome. Looking for some company?” It was a cheesy line and he knew it, but Dean didn’t really care. The man looked up at him hesitantly, meeting his eyes for a second before nodding. Dean opened the passenger side door and slid in. He buckled up and was busying himself with straightening his clothes, and he heard the man put the car in drive.

 “So,” Dean began as the man started driving off, “where to?”

 The man cleared his throat and said “My place,” and Dean just about died. Fuck, that man had a voice that was like wiskey and gravel and honey. If this guy got any sexier Dean’s soul might just leave his body and ascend to heaven without preamble. 

“Okay,” Dean most definitely did not squeak out, “my name’s Dean, by the way.”

 “Castiel,” the man growls by way of response.

 “Castiel, that’s a cool name. Mind if I call you Cas?” Dean asks. 

The man nodded and said nothing else. Dean suddenly feels awkward, and starts fidgeting with his hands. Dean never gets that way. If someone gives him a bad vibe then he can talk his way out of it, usually, and he can usually make conversation with everyone else, but this was different. Something about Cas was throwing Dean off his game; he felt like a teenager going on a date. And that was dumb because one, Dean was a professional, and two, he didn’t even know the guy or have any personal connection to him, so pre-date jitters shouldn’t be an issue. And yet, Dean’s mouth was as dry as the Sahara and his hands were sweating like crazy. 

The two men sat in silence for the rest of the short drive. Cas pulled into a middle-class neighborhood, and pulled his ugly car into the garage of a much prettier house. Cas shut off the car and closed the garage door before he got out, and Dean took that as his cue to do the same. 

Cas walked into the house, Dean on his heels, and they made their way to the kitchen. The house was a lot nicer on the inside than the outside. Every surface held expensive knick knacks and the walls were lined with framed artifacts. Some of the frames help pictures, and some held awards, while a couple had diplomas. There was not a speck of dust in sight, and Dean was very impressed.

 “Would you like something to drink?” Cas asked. 

“Sure, man,” Dean responded, wringing his hands. He still felt weirdly on-edge with this man. 

“So no offence, man,” Dean began, “but you’re a good-looking guy, and I imagine you don’t have any problem scoring. So why do you need me?” Cas handed him a glass of water.

 “Frankly, I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Dean raised his hands in an “I surrender” gesture and drank his water. When they were done, Cas walked off and Dean followed. They walked to what Dean assumed was the master bedroom. Cas stood off to one side and waited expectantly. 

“Okay, so I charge $150 an hour, anything fancy or not vanilla needs to be discussed beforehand, and we use Pretty Woman rules; no kissing on the lips. Sound good?”

Cas nodded at Dean’s terms, and went to get his wallet. He pulled out $150 in cash and handed it to Dean.  “I assume you want me to bottom?” Dean asked. Again, Cas nodded his head. Cas then started using his nimble fingers to unbutton his shirt. Dean put the cash in the back pocket of his shorts for the time being, and pulled off his top. He was working on the button of his shorts when he caught a glimpse of Cas. His shirt was discarded and he was working on his belt, but his chest is what Dean focused on. The man had well-sculpted pacts and a firm middle. He didn’t look like one of those ‘roided up, dehydrated male models, but he looked like he was carved from marble. His shoulders were thick and well-defined, and they drew Dean’s attention to the man’s perfectly sculpted neck. 

And now Dean was really confused. He was just starting to think that maybe Cas’ equipment was lacking, and that was why he needed to buy his pleasure, but then Cas pulled down his pants. He still had his boxer briefs on, but Dean could tell the man was hung. Dean shook himself out of his trance and continued to undress. He pulled off his boots, then his shorts, and lastly the little g-string he wore. Dean walked over to his shorts and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube that he always kept in his back pocket. 

Dean was always prepared before the night began. He didn’t like to think of himself as a pessimist, but many of the guys he serviced were rough and inconsiderate, and he didn’t want to take chances. 

So Dean laid down on the bed and pulled out his plug that had a big plastic jewel at the end of it. He set the plug next to him on the bed, and he lubed his fingers up just a bit. He was pretty stretched out, but he made sure he could comfortably fit four fingers inside himself, just in case. When he was done, he propped himself up on his elbows and saw Cas looking at him. The man’s eyes were dark, and he had a feral edge to his gaze. If Dean wasn’t turned on by Cas’ physique, that look would have had him rock hard.  Dean didn’t like intimacy in these situations – he just wanted to get a good fuck and move on with his life – so he turned over onto his hands and knees, facing away from Cas. Cas also seemed like he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, because he grabbed Dean’s hips without preamble and lined his cock up with Dean’s entrance. Cas pushed in slowly but firmly, and stilled when he bottomed out.

Even though Dean was used to this, he still always took a moment at this point to catch his breath. It was easier when he was turned on, but he still always tried to center himself. Without warning, Cas started to slam in and out of Dean at a blinding pace. His hips slapped against Dean’s ass with every thrust, and for all of Dean’s efforts, he couldn’t breathe. Cas changed his angle slightly and he hit Dean’s prostate so hard that Dean cried out. Dean just sat there, panting and shaking after every one of Cas’ thrusts, only to be blown out of the water again and again. 

Cas reached up and grabbed Dean by the neck and shoved his face into the bed. Dean’s breaths were stifled with the bedspread, and between that, the pressure on the back of his neck and the brutal pounding he was taking, Dean was just about in subspace. Dean almost never went there, partially through sheer will, but this was just too good. 

As impossible as it seemed, Cas kept fucking harder and faster. Dean was limp at this point, just letting Cas do what he wants. He was so close; he could feel heat curling in his gut, and his toes following suit. “Cas,” he choked out, barely audible over Cas’ grunting, “I’m close.” In response, Cas picked up the pace yet again. With one adjustment of his hips, he nailed Dean’s prostate and Dean was flying over the edge. He moaned wantonly, spilling onto the comforter underneath him. As soon as the sensation passed, Dean collapsed under Cas’ weight. Cas just let him lay there, panting, and continued to chase his release.  After several minutes of Dean feeling blissfully full and overstimulated, Cas’ hips lost their rhythm. He jerked, grinded, and then he stilled. Cas fell on top of Dean. The two men laid there, catching their breaths and coming down from their respective highs.

 Eventually, Cas got off Dean. Dean heard him walk around, take the condom off, and throw it away. Dean laid there for just a moment longer, before he lifted himself off of the wet spot he had created.

 “Bathroom?” he asked horsley. Cas pointed to an adjoining room. Dean went in there and washed himself off. His head still felt foggy, and he was trying to make all his faculties work again, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself together. It wasn’t that he was complaining; he felt fucking great, it was just different than what he was used to. 

When Dean was done, he walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. He found Cas had removed the comforter, and was now laying underneath the sheets. Dean dressed quickly, and pulled some small bills out of his boot, where he kept them. Cas looked about as dead as Dean felt, and Dean didn’t see him moving any time soon. 

When Dean was finally dressed and ready to go, he turned to Cas. “You’re a pretty good lay,” he said, “let’s do this again sometime.” With that, Dean threw a wink over his shoulder and sauntered out of the room, scheduling an uber on his way out.

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smorglesims · 3 years

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Parker legacy: A great tragedy

Parker School for Girls, spring 1890

After a long week of schoolwork, the headmistress of Parker decided to take the girls to visit Crescent View prep school.

As Olive and Virginia were getting ready for the day ahead, Olive couldn’t help but gush about how excited she was.

“Oh, Ginger, isn’t it so exciting? We’ll get to meet the finest young men in town! Maybe I’ll meet my future husband there”

Virginia sighed as she laced her shoes, “you’d best drop this nonsense before we leave, the boys aren’t going to like a silly little girl like you. Plus, we’re much too young to be thinking of husbands...I’m just excited to see Philip”

Olive had a bit of a scowl on her face, but she perked up at her brothers name “Oh, how exciting! I haven’t seen Philip since mother’s birthday. I’ll get my shoes at once” before her sister could get in another word, she raced down the stairs.

Ada peaked her head out the door at the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, but she was too late to see who was making the commotion.

��Are you nearly ready, Lottie?” She asked impatiently. “I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

“Oh, I’m sure the girls are just excited about visiting Crescent View. Olive has been going on about meeting her future husband ever since I gave her that little romance story last week...she probably thinks she has a chance to meet him there.”

“What a silly thing to be concerned with,” Ada laughed, “I shall never be tempted by boys until I’ve done everything I want to do in life.”

“I don’t know,” Lottie replied, “I think it could be quite romantic to spend your life with someone who understands you”

“I understand you!” Ada scoffed “do I not matter anymore?” She draped herself dramatically across the bed and the girls burst into a fit of laughter.

There was a quick knock at the door and Hazel looked down at them. “We’re leaving now,” she said, “Miss Parker is going to be cross if you don’t come downstairs!”

So Lottie finished lacing her dress and the girls ran down to meet the rest of the group.

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Once at Crescent View, the younger girls all headed over to greet two young men playing chess.

“Good morning,” Olive said, trying her best to flutter her eyelashes in an attractive manner (but really managing to look more like there was something caught in her eye) “I’m Olive Hill, my brother Philip goes here, do you know him?”

“Philip Hill? Of course we know him! But he never told me he had such a charming sister,” the older boy said with a sly smile. “And might I be so bold as to ask the rest of your names?”

“Lydia Holden,” Lydia said, holding out her hand to shake his.

“And I’m Virginia Hill,” Virginia cut in, not liking how much attention Lydia and Olive her receiving. “Philip is my brother too!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, I’m Matthew Kelly and this is Ollie Brooks.” The younger boy smiled and waved, but didn’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Ada and Lottie had left to find other amusements. They’d been at Parker for a while and had met most of the boys at Crescent View already.

“Let’s explore the garden!” Ada said cheerfully, pulling Lottie outside and through the field.

“I don’t know, Ada, Miss Parker won’t be pleased if we ruin our dresses...”

“Stop being such a worrywart and follow me!”

When the girls finally reached the small garden, they found the door was locked.

“C’mon, give me a lift over the fence!” Ada began to lift her skirts in preparation, but Lottie looked hesitant.

“It’s probably locked for a reason, let’s just go back and find the boys...maybe they’ll play a round of cards with us. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“This is much more exciting! It’s an adventure, Lottie! Let’s just check it out. We can go back in ten minutes, okay?”

Lottie wasn’t throughly convinced, but she knew arguing with Ada was hopeless, so she got to work lifting her friend over the fence. Just as Ada had swung one leg over the fence, Lottie was startled by a tap on her shoulder.

“It was her idea!” Lottie cried, letting go of Ada and turning around quickly. After being dropped, Ada lost balance and toppled over the fence into the garden.

“Some friend you are,” a blond boy said with a smirk.

“Lawrence, you scared me!” Lottie tried to regain her composure while Ada peaked through the cracks in the fencing.

“Laurie! How lovely to see you...Help me out of here, will you?”

Lawrence laughed and took a key from his pocket, unlocking the gate and allowing Ada to leave the garden in a much more dignified manner than she entered it.

Together, the three of them returned to the school.

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The girls were sad to leave Crescent View that evening, but the promise of a ball and possible romance gave them plenty to talk about during their music lesson.

“Lottie,” Olive said over the broken notes of her violin, “you know these boys quite well, don’t you? What do you think of Mr. Kelly?”

“Matthew Kelly? He’s quite admirable, but I don’t fancy him. He’s not the handsomest man, is he?”

“I think he’s quite handsome!” Olive replied. “He did seem a bit pretentious, but that isn’t the worst thing. I’m sure you’re right, he’s probably very admirable once you know him.”

“He’s not handsome or admirable!” Ada shouted, forgetting for a moment that they were supposed to whispering and getting a stern glance from Miss Parker. “Your instincts are quite right,” she continued in a hushed tone, “he’s pretentious as can be. He comes from a wealthy family and thinks that makes him better than the rest of us.”

“I don’t know,” Hazel chimed in, “I think he’s quite nice. He just respects girls who act like proper ladies...”

“I can be proper if I want!” As she said this, the girls all looked doubtingly at Ada. Even Virginia and Lydia, who were much too focused on their work to join in the conversation. “Alright, maybe not. Still, why should it matter to me if Matthew Kelly thinks I’m proper? There are much better boys at Crescent View, like Lawrence!”

Lottie was about to refute this point when the smell of smoke entered the practice room. The girls all dropped their instruments and headed to the kitchen to see what the source of the smell was. As they entered the kitchen, they found the stove had caught fire! They hurried to get out of the house, but some weren’t fast enough...

By the time the fire had been put out, Hazel and Virginia had not made it out alive.

Shocked and sad, the girls were sent home for summer break early so they could grieve and the school could be rebuilt.

To be continued.....

I was so upset when Hazel and Virginia both died! It’s only been a few days of playing and I’m down to 4/6 girls, so we’ll see how the rest of the challenge goes.

If you liked this post, you can find the previous one here and my other decades legacy here

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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These Lips Are Sealed

Marvel & Supernatural Bingo and SPN Quote Bingo

Cursed Square

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Characters Mentioned: Castiel,OFCS

Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace & @spnquotebingo

Y/n doesn't remember when she got this velvet ribbon tied around her neck and she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to take it off. She only wished to find a skilled enough witch to break her curse or hell the one who started it all.

Three hundred and twenty years walking the earth no bonded by iron shackles or chains,but one dainty feather light object that adored her neck that weighed so much yet so little. She was a doomed soul and was plagued to carry the burden of another til she decided enough is enough and undid the tight ribbon like many did before her which would only pass it to another.

Y/n has seen wars that tore families apart and illnesses that wiped out whole population and here she was at a bar with a single pool table and only a few booths. The place was far from packed looked more deserted than anything. Sipping her beer she looked down at the bar top. About a hundred years into her immoral prison she started hunting which became her job hunting the monsters that she related too.

Many have wondered why she wore the soiling red ribbon around her neck and they have asked millions of questions,but her answer stayed the same. "These lips are sealed." She's never stayed around hunters long they tend to sniff out something supernatural. The sound of the bar doors opening caused her to shift he gaze from the bar napkin with water mark ring to the entrance. Three men walked in two of them in plaid while the shortest of the trio wore a trench coat.

The moment her [E/c] eyes landed on them she knew exactly who they were. She knew a Winchester when she saw one she hunted along side many Winchester's before them. They walked over to a booth and were quickly served drinks as they chatted most likely about the witch in town.

Y/n couldn't look away from the tall brunette. He was quite handsome,but that thought left her mind as soon as it came. She threw back what was left in her bottle and got up calmly walked to their table. "Can I help you,sweetheart?" The blonde said giving her a smirk. "I came here to just say. Your not needed in town I can handle the witchy bitch causing trouble." She said which left the brothers slack jawed in awe. A sweet smile spread on her face the angel shook the oldest out of his shock and she reached over towards the youngest pushing his jaw up. "Wouldn't want you to catch flies,darlin'." She said giggling as she stood up straight ready to leave. "Enjoy your drinks,boys." She waved as she left them their.

Sam turned to Cas who just sat there looking at them. "Do you know who that is?" He asked. He couldn't get her out of his mind. She wore a black leather jacket with a black undershirt and dark blue Jean's. The one thing that stood out about her was the ruby red ribbon wrapped around her neck. "Sammy's got a crush!~" Dean said in a sing song voice teasing his brother.The angel had his brows frowned. "I don't know who she was,but she didn't seem completely human." He said causing the brothers to tense up. What was she? "She's nothing supernatural as far as I could tell,but she does have a cursed object on her." This relaxed his nerves a bit.

"Maybe that's why she's here. Probably tracked down the witch that cursed her." Dean said sipping his beer as we sat there. "Should we help her?" Sam asked as he plays with the bottle in his hand. He wanted to help,but he didn't know how normally killing the witch or salt and burning the object can reverse the spell,but he had no idea what was the root of it. "I believe that would be the right thing." Cas said from his spot next to Dean.

~Time Skip~

It was a trap. The moment they thought they cornered the witch she reversed the roles. Cas was pushed out of the house with angel banishing symbol she made with her blood on the walls,Dean was pinned to the ground by a shelf that toppled over trying to reach ruby’s blade, and Sam was being pushed back. His insides felt like the were set on fire as the witch got closer that he had to scream in agony. “Can’t believe I’ll be the one to kill a Winchester this time for good.” She said with a giggle that seemed to deafen Sam’s hearing before the grin on her face fell. “Well sorry to tell ya this,but not all dreams come true.” A voice said behind the supernatural being as her hold on him weakened when she fell to the floor ruby's knife in her back. “So they weren’t kidding when they said this thing could kill anything.” Y/n hummed as she took the knife out of the witches back wiping it off on the corpse clothes.

A loud thud was heard as her head snapped to the side as her eyes roll in the back of her skull. She fell unconscious backwards into Deans arms after he dropped the large book that most likely knocked her out. “What the hell!?!?!” Sam shouted as he stood up from his position on the ground. “What we don’t know what cursed her and what it is.” He defended himself. “I agree with Dean. I couldn’t tell if she was what she is completely just that there is some human in her just not enough for her to not be a threat.” Sam understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood what they were getting at. He had no idea why he cared so much about her,but there was something that wanted him to look after her,to protect her, to love her.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open she was in a concert walled room in the center of a demon trap surrounded by salt. She lifted her gaze and saw the Winchesters and their angel stood in front of her looking right back. “Well hello again boys.” She said to them,but she kept her eyes on Sam and smiled. “Didn’t know saving you would get me here...no foreplay just straight to the nitty gritty. I’m intrigued.” Laughter rung throughout the room at the tall mans flushed face. “Woah,Sammy you found yourself a keeper.” Dean snorted.

She shifted in the chair. “So,why am I here?” She asked. Y/n obviously was stripped of her weapons along with her leather jacket,but thankfully they left her ribbon alone. “You’re cursed with something.” Castial said and this made the woman tied in the chair giggle. “I know I’m cursed known ever since I was around eighteen.” She said simply. Sam was shocked. “Y-you knew. Why didn’t do anything about it?” He said as he stepped closer. “I couldn’t had no idea what to do and if I asked for help I would have been killed.” Y/n said with a sigh.

“What’s the cursed object you have?” Dean asked for his position leaning against the wall. “These lips are sealed.” She said with a blank expression before her calming smile reappeared.”Can’t ask direct questions. This thing won’t allow it.” Y/n said as she shifted her bruised wrist. “Alright then. Is something currently on you cursed?” She nodded her head. “Would we be able to get rid of it?” She shrugged generally having no idea if the burden can be lifted. “Do you know what spirit is connected to you” She nodded again.”What about my attire stands out?” She hinted at feeling the ribbon tingle a bit in warning.Dean looked her up and down,but nothing caught his eye. Sam noticed immediately the only color on her besides her lipstick was the blood red ribbon wrapped tightly around her neck. “The ribbon. Do you know the lore behind it?” Sam asked. Y/n nodded and cleared her throat.

“'In 1500′s two sisters both witches,Elizabeth and Clementine, were the the most beautiful in their village the oldest, Elizabeth, was the more flirtatious of them and held eyes for the handsomest man in town, but he didn’t like her. He liked her sister though. He confessed his love for Clem and a wedding day was set this put her sister in a jealous rage. She went to the towns people and said Clem was a witch that would turn against them all after she was wed.' Jealousy turned to hatred and hatred leads to mistakes. " She paused in telling the story to say the last bit.

Y/n uncomfortably stretched her neck hissing silently. She's never spoke about her curse so openly and the object wasn't sure if it was a direct answer so it was giving her a warning,but she kept on. "'They barged into the family’s home and took her out of her bed that she shared with her fiance to the center of the town to be exacted. As she was placed in the geateen she screamed cursing that everyone and their children til the end of their filthy bloodlines that they would face the same fate she will. Clem looked her sister in the eye smiled and said 'Your first.' as the blade came down a silk ribbon appeared on all the females in the town just like her own. Many were confused and pulled them killing the person who had the ribbon.” Y/n shifted a bit. “That’s the story...I should know I’ve seen it happen to my mom and grandmother first hand. I’m third generation of the curse the last living person with it.”

Sam looked at her in shock she’s been on this earth staying alive just so the curse didn't move on to anyone that shared her blood even distinctly. "So can I be untied?" She asked. Sam went over to her and undid the ropes as she stood up to full height. "Is there anyway we could help?" He asked her wanting to help her get rid of this burden. "There is one way."

The four of them left the dungeon and went to the library. "We need to find the original. Her ribbon is the base of the curse so with it gone a ripple effect will get rid of the others." Y/n explained as she opened up books. "The trick is her remains were never burnt and theirs no burial plot for a convicted witch." She said with a sigh as she rubbed her forehead.

"So we go to Salem, Organ and if Cas can since the power of your ribbon it should be strong enough for him to pinpoint a grave to dig." Sam explained looking up at her with a small smile which she returned. "Let's get to it." She clapped her hands together.

Time Skip~

The group of four walked into the clearing in the forest where the which was supposedly buried. Y/n scratched her neck for what felt like the millionth time since the stepped foot in Salem. "This must be it." She said as blood started to drip below the cut of the ribbon. The brothers eyes widen in shock as they started digging around since it seemed they were running out of time. As they dug Cas kept healing her neck,but the blood kept flowing despite his attempts to stop it. Y/n leaned against a tree dizzy as she tried to keep consciousness.

Bones were dug up and that's when the youngest Winchester used his hands to uncover them and there he saw it the perfectly in condition silk ribbon around a headless skeletons neck. Dean started the salting,but before he could do the burning Sam delicately pulled the ribbon undoing it before crawling out of the grave to let it burn.

They set it aflame and watched as the flames became a mesmerizing purple before it was put out completely. Sam turned around and ran over to the women he grew found of within moments after meeting her. She was blinking slowly trying to stay awake her head lulled to the side. "Pull...the...ribbon." Her distant voice said. He reached up and shakily undid it and just like that the bleeding stopped. The seemingly fresh cut sailed itself making it seem there was never one there.

"Thank you." She said as she lost consciousness. Sam shouted as the three men scrabbled to gather things as he carried her bridle style as Cas teleported them to the bunker. He walked to his bedroom and gently layed her on the bed as he left to get a wash cloth to clean the blood. The warm cloth wiped away the dried blood away as he sat next to he was so captivated by her beautiful features he didn't notice her waking up.

Y/n felt pressure on her neck as she opened her eyes. She was looking up at him as he looked down at her lost in a daze. "So...You're not gonna and kill me,are you?" She asked shacking him from his thoughts. Sam's eyes widened in shock. "No." He said as he removed his hand from her neck placing the wash cloth on the dresser. "Cause that would be awkward. Especially after this." She said with a smile causing him to frown. "After wha–" He was cut off by her pushing herself up to met his lips. Pulling away both of them grinning as they looked at each other. "We can't tell Dean. I won't be able to handle the teasing." Sam said as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "These lips are sealed."

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A/n: Second story posted to day. Woah look at me being productive and shit! Again as I said before. Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈 And stay safe out there. 😷 🤢😷 & ✊🏼B✊🏽L✊🏾M✊🏿

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breanime · 4 years

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I GOT THE BIGGEST DAMN SMILE ON MY FACE, SWEETS, JEEZ! you spoil us too much with events like this! m gonna put in my three requests now so im outta your hair later: "shut up and dance" for my favorite ot3, "when i was your man" for sirius [extra points n smooches if the he in the song is remus 👀], and "won't say im in love" for willy billy russo! you deserve all the recognition in the world, babs! love you so much!

Psh, you guys deserve all the love--especially with all of the love and support and feedback you provide me with. Doing this for you guys is my pleasure! Also, love that you’re starting us off with OT3! Here we go!

*no gifs, I headcannon Ben Barnes as Sirius and Aaron Taylor Johnson as James, though*

“Just keep your eyes on me,” Sirius said, his grin wide and inviting, “I see you’re holding back…”

“I’m trying to keep myself steady,” James argued, laughing.

“Oh please,” you flung your arm out and offered your hand to James, “Just shut up and dance with me!”

Laughing, James took your hand. You twirled him around and dipped him, kissing his nose as you both laughed. Sirius, not to be left out, grabbed his other arm and pulled James to his chest.

“I know you don’t have anything but those beat up sneaks,” Sirius grinned, “but you’re gonna have to move those feet, love.”

“I’m sorry,” James sassed back, “just because you had expensive dance lessons you’re whole life…”

“We have to practice, James,” you said, spinning around. Sirius held out his hand, and you took it. He spun you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you and James at once. “If we’re going to this wedding, we have to find a way for us to dance together!”

“I told you,” James grumbled, trying and failing to keep the smile off of his face, “I don’t mind taking turns…”

“Well, I do!” Sirius declared.

“Yeah, so do I!” You added. You stepped back, frowning at your boys. “We’ve been together for almost three years now, and people are still calling it a ‘phase’! I’m sick of it, so at Remus’ wedding—the romantic event of the decade, the three of us are going together!”

“Which means we’re gonna sit together,” Sirius added, “eat together, arrive and leave together…and dance together. Isn’t that right, Jimothy?”

“The three of us…” James questioned; an eyebrow raised. “…Together? Are you serious?”

“No,” Sirius answered, “I am.”

You punched him lightly on the arm—you loved the boy, but you could only stand so many ‘I am serious, said Sirius’ jokes. “Shut up,” you said, addressing them both, “and dance with me.”

For the next few hours, you and your boys changed out records and danced together. There was nothing but love and laughter between the three of you, and when you looked at them—Sirius with his bark of a laugh, James with his wild hair and electric eyes—you could feel it in your chest. You loved them more than anything. The three of you—not any combination of two, but all three of you—were born to be together. You were bound: by fate, by love, whatever it was—you were bound to one another. And as you twirled and spun and stomped and jumped, you could feel the love in the air.

After the last song, the three of you collapsed onto the floor, laughing. James was at the bottom of the pile, and you and Sirius crawled into his arms happily.

“Okay, okay,” James said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then Sirius’, “you’re right… People need to see this.” He smiled, and you wanted to cry at the happiness in his eyes. “People need to see that we love each other.”

Two weeks later, you walked into Remus’ wedding with the two handsomest men alive on your arm. And peopled stared. They stared as you fed James pigs in a blanket while Sirius had his arm around the back of your chair. They stared as you wiped the boys’ tears when Remus walked down the aisle, and stared some more when they both kissed your tears off of your cheeks. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing, but you didn’t mind it.

Especially when the music started.

You were standing in a circle with some of Remus’ husband’s older relatives, fielding their vague questions with a smile. If they wanted to ask what the three of you were, you would answer. But if they thought you would rise to their polite non-questions…they were dead wrong. You were about to explain to them that, while you did, in fact, live in a spacious home, the three of you shared a bedroom (and a bed), when you felt two hands on your shoulders.

You were turned around; James had one hand on your shoulder, and Sirius had his on the other.

“Shut up,” James grinned, “and dance with us.”

The three of you took to the floor, your feet floating on air. You were wearing a backless dress, and not a second went by without one—or both—of them caressing your bare back as you moved together. You were perfectly in sync, laughing as you twirled around the dance floor. You felt eyes on you, but you could also feel the love. As people watched the three of you together, you could feel a kind of softness go over the crowd, and you knew that they could see what you felt—

—the love.

You, Sirius, and James danced all night long. Remus and his husband interrupted to dance with you all a few times, and you and Lily took the floor, but other than that—you danced with the men you loved.

“You know,” James said, his head on Sirius’ shoulder as Sirius massaged your feet. You had gotten home less than ten minutes prior, and the three of you collapsed on the floor in front of the couch as soon as you walked in the door. “We should have a band at our wedding.”

“Yeah?” You said, eyes closed. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” James nodded, “that way we can dance all night to live music—makes it infinitely better.”

“I’m fine with that,” Sirius said, his hands working miracles on your tired feet, “band, DJ, Remus and Lily with a washboard and water jug… Doesn’t matter,” he grinned, “as long as I can dance with you.”

You opened your eyes, smiling over at both of them. You would dance with them for the rest of your life, and as they continued talking about your wedding, it dawned on you that this wasn’t just a hypothetical situation…

…your boys were planning something.

You listened as they went on and on about music, and themes, and colors and dishes. You pulled your foot from Sirius’ lap, smiling.

“Why don’t you two shut up… and ask me what you’re trying to ask me?”

Grinning, you watched as James and Sirius scrambled up…

…and got down on their knees.

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And so we begin the 2000 followers event! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

#sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader x james potter #OT3 #breanime's 2000 followers event

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