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jawabear · 3 years

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(2) Rule Breaker (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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A/N: so here’s the part two of Rule Breaker. It’s a little bit longer than I originally planned and it is also 87% smut (that’s probably not an accurate figure but you get my point). I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part. This one is happier so...yay. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: fem!reader, smutty things, oral (fem receiving), fingering, *slight* arm kink, can you blame me, Bucky being cute, but also hot, Maybe Bucky is a little shy

Summary: Bucky has another name to add to his list of his amends

Part 1

It had been nearly a month.

Nearly a whole month had past and he hadn’t seen her once. She hadn’t called him or texted him. But he hadn’t called her either. He just assumed that she was done with him now after what he did. But he wasn’t done with her.

“So why don’t you call her?” Dr Raynor asked him as she tilted her head to the side a little.

“She won’t want to speak to me” he mumbled as he fiddled with the leather gloves covering his hands.

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because of the way she looked at me. She smiled but I could see the pain in her eyes. I told you I hurt her. I broke her heart. Why would she ever want to talk to me again?” Bucky question, Dr Raynor could hear slight anger in his voice, something she hadn’t heard in him before. But he was angry at himself, she could tell that.

“Because, if what you’ve told me about her is true, then she isn’t the type of person to cast someone aside after one mishap. Especially not you. You’ve told me she is a forgiving person, James. And she must care for you as much as you care for her, which I can tell is a lot”

“I don’t think she’ll forgive me” he said to himself.

“As a condition of your pardon, you have three rules to follow” Raynor continued “you broke rule number two. You admitted that to me. So now, you have to make amends”

Bucky didn’t say anything and just looked away. For once he actually agreed with her. He did need to make amends. He needed to fix his broken relationship. Fix her broken heart.

“But what if she doesn’t let me?” Bucky muttered under his breath. He was thinking out loud, but it was also a genuine question. What if she didn’t accept his apology? What if she had moved on? Found someone better than him.

“You won’t know until you try” Raynor shrugged. Bucky let out a dry laugh at the comment. Something he had heard since he was kid. “You either try and make amends, or I have you arrested for breaking the terms of your pardon”

“That’s a little extreme don’t you think doc?” He questioned.

“Maybe you need a little extreme to motivate you to do the right thing” he frowned slightly still not looking at her. “Now, I know I haven’t met her. But I have met you before, during and after being with her. And if I’m being honest, I much prefer the person you were during being with her. And I’m sure you do too”

Bucky could stop thinking about Dr Raynor’s words on his way home. There was truth in them that was terrifying to him. He knew she was right. He would have to apologise to her and make amends for breaking rule number two. But the same questions he had asked himself were still lingering in the back of his mind. What if she didn’t accept his apology, and what if she had moved on already?

It wouldn’t be difficult for her in finding another partner. She was perfect and could get anyone she wanted. But he selfishly wanted himself to be the only person she’s with. He felt a little sick at the thought of her being with someone else. They wouldn’t be able to make her happy the way he did. But perhaps at the same time, they wouldn’t break her heart the way he did.

There were too many thoughts in his head. So many that it got to a dangerous point where he felt his head was going to explode. The feelings inside him were ones he hadn’t felt since his HYDRA days. Things he hadn’t felt since being with her. The feelings of fear, anger, and sadness.

Bucky needed her.

He knew why he needed her. He knew why he wanted her. She made everything okay.

When he was with her, it felt as though he was back in Wakanda. Back in his calm. With her, the world wasn’t moving at a million miles a minuet. It moved as fast as he wanted it to move. With her, he felt like he was in control. He felt like he was truly free.

And he wanted that freedom back. He hated that his thoughts were clouded again like before. He hated that he felt so conflicted like before. He hated that he felt so out of control, so trapped, so alone just like before. Only she could make him better. Only she could make him free.

It was late now. It was dark out but the streets were just as busy as they were in the day light. Such is the way of people. Such is the way of the city that never sleeps. But aside from that, he was far more concerned with the fact that in all his clouded judgment his feet had brought him to place he longed to be. Not his own home, but hers.

He knew the road to her place probably better than he did his own. Her place was nicer than his, for starters, she had furniture. And more importantly, it was where she was.

But now Bucky began to feel panic more than anything. Panic that he was stood outside her door and she was most likely inside. He began to quickly weigh up his options. Either leave and try and forget all about her, or stay and hope for the best in apologising to her.

Knowing that trying to forget her and moving one would be utterly impossible for him, his only other option was to knock on her door and stage out his apology.

His metal hand knocked slowly three times on the wood of her door. And so he waited. While waiting, he mapped out a vague script of what he wanted to say to her. But there was so much he wanted to say to her that it was nearly impossible to try and shorten it down. Especially since at any second she could’ve opened the door.

But when her door opened, all his thoughts disappeared. His script was torn up and forgotten. All his earlier emotions of anger, fear and sadness had washed away. He was just happy to see her again. He was overwhelmed at seeing her again. Not just with happiness, but relief and guilt to go along side it too. It was quite a strange feeling. But what mattered more was that she was there in front of him.

“James?” She said quietly. She didn’t looked angry at seeing him. Or sad. She looked a little confused. And her confusion only increased at what he did next.

He didn’t really know what came over him. Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions that cause him to do what he did. He surged forwards, taking her face in his gloved hands and pushing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss. He walked her backwards into her apartment, the door swinging shut and locking behind them.

Bucky didn’t know where here was walking her too. Just to the nearest stopping point he guessed. That was her kitchen table. The place where most their monumental moments happened. It was where they had their first date, where they shared their first kiss, where they shared their stories and when they both first said ‘I love you’. And now it would be the home of his desperate plea for her forgiveness.

He pulled his trembling lips from her but still held her face in his hands. He didn’t care about the tears falling down his face, and he didn’t care that he probably looked crazy, his emotions were building up inside him and his words tumbled from his lips.

“I know I...I have no right to be here. No right to be...kissing you after what I did. But (Y/N)...I want you to know how sorry I am. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I never wanted to. I was just...scared. So scared of being in a relationship. Scared of being with you. Being with someone so perfect. I don’t deserve you. But I love you” he sobbed as he began kissing her again “I love you so much. You are what I’m looking for. I only want you. I only need you”

He was expecting her to push him away which is why he was so desperate to kiss her for as long as he could, he was terrified that this would be the last chance he would ever get to be with her.

She did push him away but not forever. She smiled at him and took his face in her gentle hands, wiping away his fast flowing tears that didn’t cease no matter how hard he tried to conceal them. “You don’t need to apologise to me, Bucky” she whispered “even though it did hurt, I accepted your reasoning. I understand that for someone like you, being in a relationship is probably terrifying. I just wanted you to be happy which I why I let it go. But in a selfish way, I want you to be happy with me. Because I love you Bucky. And I’ll always be here to love you. I’ll always be here for you”

Bucky didn’t reply but instead forced his lips on hers again in a more passionate kiss than before. She smiled into the kiss and slipped her arms around his neck. He moved his around her waist and lifted her off the floor, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom still knowing the exact path to take to get there.

He lay her in the centre of her bed, putting her down gently carful not to damage the precious being that she was. He pulled his lips off her and pressed a light kiss to her forehead “you do make me happy. Happier than anyone else has” his hands began to wander over her body and she sank into every touch. “Let me show you how happy you make me” Bucky’s voice was lower now and more rough. It sent a small shiver down her spine and she nodded her head making him chuckle a little.

Bucky’s fingers trialled up under her shirt making her shiver at the cool touch of his metal hand against her warm skin. As his fingers moved up her body, he took her shirt with them. Pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side now trailing kisses down her torso making love to every inch of her bare skin.

“I’m never letting you go again...” he whispered before dragging his tongue down the navel between her breasts, silently thanking what ever god there was above him for the fact she had decided not to wear a bra for whatever reason. “You’re going to be stuck with me forever” he smirked as he looked up at her.

Her hands rose to his cheeks and pulled his face back to hers, pushing her lips against his. “I don’t want to be anywhere else” she muttered against his lips before he shoved his tongue into her mouth.

He hummed against her lips as he licked all the inside of her mouth reclaiming what was his. Her fingers threaded themselves into his soft hair gently tugging on the strands as his tongue still continued its journey inside her wet cavern.

Cool fingers slid back up her sides and the black metal fingers began circling her nipple before pinching it and making her squeak “Bucky” she said breathlessly as he pulled back from her lips looking a little too proud of himself.

“I’ve still got it” he joked making her laugh before he kneaded her breast in his hand. Her head rolled backwards giving him prime access to her luscious neck that he loved so much. Bucky waisted no time in attaching his lips to her neck, sucking on that perfect spot while still gently squeezing at her breast. Her hands fell to his shoulders, gripping them lightly as she pressed her knees against his hips, trying in vain to suppress the wetness forming between her legs.

(Y/N) curled her fingers, rolling the fabric of his jacket in them making her groan a little. She wanted to feel him again. But not with this jacket on, not with his shirt on either. But she was far to content in the lush feeling of the way he so expertly made love to her neck. His tongue massaging her skin before sinking his teeth into it and them going back to rubbing his tongue over it. It was a pattern. A cycle. One that she desperately loved.

But right now, what she would love more than that, was to see that well built body of his. “Bucky” She hummed as she began pushing at his shoulders slightly, a signal for him to pull away. When he did, he looked down at her in concern, worried he had done something wrong.

“What is it?” He asked quickly. Her hands slipped down his front, unzipping his jacket as they went before she slid her fingers up under his shirt tracing the outline of his abs.

“I want to see you..” she whispered dangerously close to his lips. He let out what could only be described as a growl before shrugging off his jacket before sending it off in the same direction as he had her shirt. He sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head before flinging that too to the slowly growing pile of clothes.

When entering her bedroom, he hadn’t bothered to turn on the light. So the only light that could be seen was that from the hallway of her apartment and the light from the bustling city outside. Both made his body glow like a god. He was simply heavenly.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position. It was now her turn to show him some love. She peppered wet kisses all over his chest, paying more attention to his collar bones, knowing he loved it when she kissed him there. He let out a gasp of almost relief at getting to feel her lips on his body again. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he relished in the feeling of her lips and tongue everywhere on his torso and her hands everywhere else.

But as much as he love it, he had to stop her. He was the one who had to make it up to her. He was the one who had to make amends. Bucky brought his hands down onto her shoulders and pushed her away from him, looking down at her as she looked up at him.

Quite the sight she was. The patched of wet on her neck from his kisses shone in the dim but colourful light from the city. Her eyes were somehow both innocent and devious. And her lips were parted, letting out soft pants that fluttered against his skin.

“This is about you, doll” he whispered to her in a low voice as he carefully pushed her back down onto the bed “this is only about you” she didn’t answer him with words but just gave him a kind look which he took as a sign to continue.

And continue he did.

Once again, his mouth fell on her skin, moving further and further down her body. His fingers hooked into the waist band of her pyjama bottoms making sure to get her underwear as well before effortlessly pulling them down and tossing them to the pile. Now leaving her in all her naked glory. Bucky got to his knees again and looked down at her. She was the heavenly one to him. Glowing like a goddess. Shining like a queen. And she was all his. Bucky smiled at the thought before shuffling further down her bed and slowing himself between her thighs, now face to face with her glistening wetness.

“Oh baby” he whispered, more to himself really. He slipped his arms around her thighs to pulled her closer to him. His tongue slipped out past his lips and teased her clit making her whimper as her finger slid back into his hair. He did thins a couple more times before giving her what she wanted.

His tongue flattened between her folds making her moan and arch her back into the air. “Bucky..” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. Her voice trailed off into desperate gasps, rolling her hips into his mouth. He didn’t try to stop her. He was just as desperate for her as she was for him.

His arms tightened around her thighs holding her closer to him, his face now literally buried between her legs eating her out like a starved man. But in some respects he was, he was one month starved of her. He was going to make up for that lost time.

Bucky’s mouth had now fully engulfed her mound making her writhe with pleasure under him, moaning his name and digging her nails into his scalp making his groan in response, the vibrations sent more pleasure coursing through her body. His tongue swirled round and round her clit.

She cried out his name when he sucked harshly on her sensitive bud, her hips bucking up against his mouth “fuck...Bucky..” she panted. But Bucky didn’t respond, he just carried on eating his month overdue meal.

It wasn’t long before she felt her climax approaching. This she didn’t need to vocalise. Bucky could always tell when she was close without her having to say a word. So he went harder making her mouth fall open and her hands go limp in his hair as pleasure consumed every inch of her being. He hummed along with her breathless moans and slowed his tongue, working her through her climax before removing his mouth from her and slipping his arms from her thighs.

“Was that good?” He asked. A rhetorical question. He knew the answer already.

“Yes...” was all she could say, her body still reeling from the intense pleasure.

He kissed his way back up her chest and ghosted his lips over her “do you want some more?” He whispered roughly making her body tingle. (Y/N) couldn’t answer him with words, nor any action. All she could do was whimper in agreement, but that was good enough for him.

Bucky’s fingers wandered back down her sides as he pushed his lips back onto hers in a deep and slightly sloppy kiss, his tongue wasting no time in intruding into her mouth, not that she was in any fit state to deny him access anyway. (Y/N) could feel the cool metal fingers dance along her slick folds and she instinctively spread her legs a little more.

“So you do want more?” He asked with a dark chuckle as he pulled back from her lips again. She looked up at him through her lashes and hazy eyes.

“Yes James...” she whispered knowing what it did to him when she said his name. It drove him crazy. This whole venture had caused great strain in his boxers, he was rock hard but he knew he could hold out for a little longer. He still didn’t feel he had made amends yet.

He sat back in his knees again and ran his hands along the curves of her body, bringing them both between her thighs and dragging both thumbs between her folds. The contrast of his warm flesh and his cold metal thumbs was simply divine. It was making her head spin as he continued to massage her pussy. It was so dizzying that she almost missed his question.

“Which one do you want?” He asked her. She knew it was in reference to which hand she wanted him to finger her with. Ideally she wanted both but she had always favoured his left. Something about that metal arm could work wonders that nothing or no one else could.

(Y/N) brought her hands to his shoulders and glided her right hand down his left arm. The look in her eyes was indication enough that his left was the one she wanted, although, he could’ve guessed that before he even asked. His flesh hand rested on her stomach to hold her hips in place as he sunk two cold fingers into her heated core.

She let out a strangled moan and reached out for his wrist as he began pumping his metal fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Her eyes bore into the almost black metal of his vibranium arm. She hadn’t, in their month apart, forgotten how much she loved his metal arm, but her memory had failed to replicate just how amazing it made her feel. She became a whimpering and moan mess under his touch, incapable of saying anything other that splutters of his name.

Bucky looked down at his treasure with fond and almost proud eyes. Proud that he was able to bring such a strong willed, beautiful woman down to such a submissive being. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she became utterly at his mercy, she was completely speechless and practically breathless as well.

He didn’t go fast, but he didn’t go slow either. He always knew the perfect pace to set to drive her crazy. His fingers were still just as dizzying as before and she was rendered completely useless under his touch. But that was what he wanted. He wanted her to feel the best she possibly could. He wanted to make her feel the best she possibly could. And he almost was. Almost.

“Bucky...please..” she pleaded.

“Please what baby?” He asked, twisting and turning his fingers inside her making her face twist and turn with pleasure.

“I want...fuck...I want you...” she managed to say. Bucky hummed lightly to himself and eased his fingers out of her, placing her fingers on her clit and guiding them round in circles. She looked at him in confusion but he only smirked down at her.

“I don’t want your pleasure to end, doll” he told her before reaching over to the beside table knowing there would be condoms in there. He was right. He fished one out and took it between his teeth before momentarily climbing off the bed to rid himself of his bottoms layers of clothing.

She watched him with keen eyes as he undressed himself, her fingers still circling her clit as thoughts began to fill her mind of what was to come. With his clothes now gone, he ripped open the foil packet and slipped the item onto his solid length before climbing back onto the bed. He gave her a final look to make sure she was still okay. (Y/N) nodded her head a little, giving him the go ahead.

Her fingers stopped and there was a brief moment between them before he began pushing himself inside her making them both groan in pleasure and relief. “Fuck..” he hissed “I forgot how tight you are”

“Hmm...and I forgot how big you are..” she said, her fingers stroking over his v-line as he continued to sink himself into her.

He let out a long breath as he finally bottomed out in her. He felt weak but in a good way. Perhaps a better way to describe it would be relaxed. He fell onto his forearms either side of her head, his face right up close to hers. “I love you” he whispered.

“I love you” she whispered back with a soft smile. Her hands dropped from his hair falling flat on the pillow, he took it upon his to entangle his fingers with her, gripping her hand lightly as he began to slowly roll his hips along hers.

Out of all the things she loved about Bucky, this was near the top of the list. Not the sex as such. The fact that he always wanted to hold her hands as he fucked her. No matter what position it was, he always found a way to have at least on of her hands in his. She didn’t know why and she didn’t want to ask. She didn’t know if he was really even aware that he did it and she was afraid that if she asked then he would stop. But she guessed that perhaps it was a comfort thing, because it definitely brought comfort to her.

Her room was soon filled with the sound of skin on skin, whimpers, pants, moan and groans, and the sound of them whispering sweet nothing and words of praise to each other as his hips gradually began picking up their pace.

Bucky was in heaven. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be inside her. To have her slick walls pull him in. She was utterly divine. Despite this though, he didn’t much like hearing the sounds he was making. So he buried his face in her neck again in an attempt to muffled his noises at least. It worked for the most part. She was making him feel so good that he couldn’t suppress his noises, but now the sounds of her were really the only ones he could hear.

And they were music to his ears. Sweet, sweet music as her fingernails dug into the back of his hand. He had now established his pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Not too hard but hard enough to ensure he hit that spot inside her perfectly every time. He wanted her to forget about everting else and just remember this. The here and now. And he though the best way to do that was to send white hot pleasure coursing through her veins, making her see stars and making his name the only thing she could say.

That was most certainly the case. It felt as though her body was on fire. His hips angled perfectly to hit that special spot every time. And his smell. That wonderful smell of his only heightened her pleasure. Filling her nose and making her dizzy. Everything about him was dizzying. But in the best possible way. She wouldn’t have it any different and she certainly wasn’t willing to let him go a second time and risk loosing him forever.

Bucky’s hips seemed to falter briefly as he let out a weak moan, his arms shaking a little too. He was close. And so was she. Both of them were squeezing each other’s hands as he drove his hips just that little bit faster and harder into her, his breath coming out in hot, fast pants against the wet skin of her neck. “(Y/N)...Oh fuck...(Y/N)” he moaned against her.

“B-Bucky...James...come with me” his body shook from hearing his name fall so sweetly off her lips. He managed to pull his head from her neck and slammed his lips down onto her, he always wanted to be kissing her if he could when they came. Just another one of the many things she adored about him.

His breath picked up even more and his fingers began to flex in hers before he rolled his forehead onto hers, their pants of pleasure mixing. He let out a somewhat strangled moan as he came, she followed closely behind him, her walls flexing around his throbbing length as she arched her back into his chest, he knees digging into his waist again.

He began to slow his hips, bringing them both down from their glorious highs. His lips found hers again in lighter kisses. “Fuck...” he whispered “god you’re so good..”

“Me?” She giggled “it’s you who’s the good one”

“Well..” he began between kisses “it takes two to tango I guess”

She all but burst out laughing at this “oh wow!” She said happily making him smile brightly “you are something else Mr Barnes. And I love you for it”

“I love you for a lot of things. That pretty laugh and beautiful smile for one” he told her. He released his hands from hers and slowly pulled out of her before getting off the bed and padding to the bathroom to discard his condom. Whilst he was doing that, (Y/N) sat up, her body still relishing in the pleasure, and leaned over the bed to fish out his shirt before searching for a clean pair of underwear to put on. She also pulled out his boxers knowing he slept in nothing else but them.

She laid them out on the bed before climbing under the sheets and waiting for him to come back. Thankfully it wasn’t long. He walked back into her room in all his naked glory. Her face burned as if she were a teenager seeing a naked body for the first time and not a person who had just been fucked so beautifully by said naked man.

Bucky spied his boxers and picked them up of the bed muttering a thanks as he slipped them on and slipped into bed next to her. Before she had a chance to attempt to snuggle into him, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck, holding her flush against him.

For a while, there was a silence between them. It was Bucky who finally broke it by taking in a long breath and letting it back out.

“(Y/N)” he said quietly to her as she slowly ran her fingers through his soft hair. She hummed in response “I really am sorry...for what I did. I don’t really know what I was thinking-“

“Bucky, don’t” she stopped him from continuing his pointless apology “I’ve already forgiven you and I was never angry with you in the first place. I told you already. I understand your reasoning. But I don’t want to hear you apologising any more. It’s in the past. Now, I just want to spend each day with you”

“You will because I don’t want to leave you and I don’t want you to leave me. I want a constant in my life that isn’t just regret or pain. I want happiness and love. And only the happiness and love that you give me”

“I don’t plan on ever letting you go that easy again Bucky. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me”

“Perfect”

15/04/21

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 9*

So....did y'all like that cliffhanger?

Because...HAHAHA JK THAT'S NOT THE ENDING.

No, but actually...it was the original ending, but the original ending ended up being REALLY short. So, I wrote an ALTERNATE ending, that actually I really would prefer being the ACTUAL ending, but it had to go a different direction BEFORE the cliffhanger, so....you see my dilemma.

SO---

Here's what we're gonna do:

I'm going to put the ORIGINAL ending first, and then space it out, and put the ALTERNATE [better tbh] ending.

That way, you can have both. And I don't have to backtrack to undo my mistake due to my ADHD brain changing things 24/7.

Kay? Cool.

Also no neither of these are the ACTUAL ending, I refuse to have an odd number of chapters. REFUSE. So chapter 10 will be like an epilogue. Don't look at me like that.

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Part 10 (Epilogue is here!)

(This Gif is For the FIRST ending, there's a 2nd GIF that would be SPOILERS.)

Short Simple Ending #1

Raphael sat in his loft drinking scotch, for which he had done most of the day. He wasn't dressed, he hadn’t showered, he was a mess. He didn't know if he could ever come out of this. He sat there wallowing in his regret and sorrow, going over every interaction you two had ever had in your entire lives of knowing each other pinpointing everything he could have done differently. What he should have done differently, and the fact that if he had, you'd be there with him right now instead of getting married to someone you didn't love. He's just in the middle of chastising himself again when he heard a knock at the door.

“Liv, I told you I don't need your help; You can't help me right now!” he yelled to the door

“It's not Liv…”your voice came softly through the door.

His eyes lit up, he raced to the door and threw it open. Revealing you and your wedding dress, sopping wet.

“Well I hope you're happy!” you stomped into his apartment angrily.

“...What would I be happy about? Where is your husband? He asked half jokingly.

“I Don't HAVE a husband,” you spat.

“Really now?” He was enjoying this too much.

“No, I don't. And you just made me humiliate a poor, generous, loving, caring, amazing man. And I just dumped him in front of all of his friends and family, and in front of a million fans on a live stream and now everyone knows and I'm probably laughing stock right now!!!” you screamed angrily, pacing the apartment.

“I did all that?” He smirked.

“Yes, you did!” you crossed your arms as you walked back to him.

“And how did I do that?” He took both of your hands and pulled you closer, still smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“By telling me you love me!!!” you kept your angry face stoic. “How could I marry Nathan when I knew that I was supposed to be with someone else?”

“You couldn't,” He smiled.

“I couldn't…” You whispered as he pulled you even closer and took you in his arms.

“I love you Rafael,” you looked right into his big green eyes. It was the first time you had actually said it to him in those exact words, with all the love and emotion you had always meant it to be.

He stared at you for a moment, running through the words in his mind. He had yelled them so angrily and upset at you last night, not the way you needed. Not the way you deserved.

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, cradling your face before pulling you into another mind blowing kiss; it had only been the second time you had ever kissed in your lives but it felt like you had done it a million times, like it was supposed to be this way. Like it was always supposed to be this way.

You were so glad you stayed through the storm.

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Actual" Really Long, Detailed, Funny Ending #2

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"But you don't love him,'' Rafael pointed out.

"You don't know that!" You snapped.

"Yes I do!" He shot back.

“How could you possibly know that?”

"Because you have never looked at him the way you look at me!" He exclaimed.

Your face went from upset and sad, to absolute rage after hearing him say that.

"You arrogant, selfish, son of a bitch…" you growled.

"How DARE you say that to me?! How DARE you use my own feelings and how much I loved you against me? Get out," You grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door.

"No look I'm sorry Y/N, but it's true. You don't love him and you're only marrying him to spite me!" He continued to dig himself a hole.

"So what?!” You said without thinking, making you both go wide eyed and silent.

“Are-- Are you serious?” He stammered.

“What if I was?” You now had an idea reeling.

“Wha...why would you…?” His eyes narrowed.

“Let’s say that I don’t believe you right now, which I don’t. And I kick you out of here, and I go through with my wedding in the morning? After ALL of this?” You gestured between the two of you.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Rafael asked as he eyed the two empty bottles of champagne.

"Don't even-- Maybe," You stood in front of the view of the bottles. You waved it off, trying to focus.

“What if I told you that the ONLY way that I will believe that you are completely serious and NOT just drunk, is if you try and stop my wedding?” You smirked.

“You’re not--” Rafael started to laugh, but you kept a serious face on. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know Rafael, I guess we’ll see tomorrow who’s ‘serious’ and who’s not!” You slammed the door in his face, leaving him dumbfounded.

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The next day you were in the bridal room getting ready; It was pouring rain outside, it seemed appropriate.

Amanda, Kelsey and Olivia were helping you polish your tiara, ironing your dress, fixing your makeup and all that jazz. Hundreds of fans lined outside the church since someone had leaked where you were getting married. Everything came down to this moment. It was supposed to be the biggest day of your life, and you were terrified. But not for the reasons normal brides would be worried about. For one you were hungover, and for two you had made the most idiotic ultimatum to Rafael last night. Why would you DO that?! Why did he bring out the absolute snarkiest, competitive side of you?

“You're shaking,” Amanda noticed.

“It's just nerves, you need some champagne'' Kelsey grabbed a champagne flute and shoved it in your hand; you downed it.

“You're doing the right thing,” Kelsey assured you, as if she knew what you were thinking. You looked at Olivia and Amanda.

“And what do you say?” You genuinely asked them both.

“I think that whatever you want to do is the right thing,'' Olivia replied, squeezing her hand. You smiled thankfully, glancing at the door.

He hadn’t come yet, maybe he was just drunk. Maybe he was lying in his bed hungover, wondering why he went and made an ass out of himself for no reason. Then again, maybe he was waiting for a big crowd for a huge display of affection, God WHY did you do this...

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When it was time, you walked up to Finn who was waiting at the doors of the chapel. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a baby blue tie.

“You look beautiful, baby girl,” he smiled. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Now or never,” You smiled, still glancing at the exits. You noted the cameras that were set up to livestream this to millions of people; you had totally forgotten about that. Oh god, now if there was a “public display” it wouldn’t just go to the guests, it would be broadcast around the world!

The Wedding March began to play as the chapel doors opened. You proceeded to walk down the aisle and looked at everyone watching you. All of your past and present family from the SVU squad was there. Grandpa Kragen and Grandpa Munch, Uncle Brian, Uncle Tucker, etc.

Then you looked at Nathan's family, a bunch of white rich stuffy but welcoming people. You noticed all of the crowds lining outside the windows of the church cheering you on, some crying, some holding signs. Then you looked at Nathan waiting for you at the end of the aisle smiling proudly. He really did love you.

You reached the end of the aisle and took Nathan's hands.

“Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today…”

The Preacher went on through the normal wedding exchanges until he got to “the” line..

“If anyone here has any reason that these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace,” The preacher announced as you held your breath.

You anxiously looked around the chapel, looking for any sign of Rafael. Maybe he had snuck in the back, or was hiding behind a lady with a hat. He was going to come, wasn’t he? Maybe you were right, maybe you were right along.

….Nothing. He wasn’t there. He didn’t come…

You felt your heart shatter, you were officially dead inside. And now the husk of you was being married off to this poor man.

“Do you Nathan Lee Price, take YN to be your lovely wedded wife, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?

“I do,”

“Y/N, do you take Nathan Lee Price to be your lovely wedded husband, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?”

You looked to Nathan, then you looked to your side of the wedding, then you looked to his side, you looked to the fans outside again, you looked to the sky, looked to the ground and then you looked back at Nathan.

"I…"

“NO SHE DOES NOT!!!!”

The chapel doors swung open revealing Rafael dressed in a tuxedo. The entire room gasped in horror, and you tried your best not to run to him right then and there. He ran down the aisle until he reached the altar.

“I’m sorry sir, we’ve already past the--” The preacher started to talk but Rafael put a hand in front of his face.

“I don’t care, padre,” He chortled.

"Cutting it a little close there, counselor," You muttered.

"You're the one who chose to get married during rush hour in New York City, carino," He winked.

“Man, are you serious? Really? You’ve had all this time, and you decide NOW that you want my fiancé?” Nathan asked him in a hushed voice, trying to be discreet.

Rafael however, was NOT trying to be discreet.

“This woman told me last night, if I really loved her, that I would come and stop this wedding,” He was addressing the crowd. “That I would stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life,” He turned to you and Nathan. “Marrying someone she does not love,”

The room gasped again, Nathan’s family looked horrified. Camera phones began filming, fans outside were going NUTS.

“...Is that true, Y/N?” Nathan asked you with the most pitiful look.

“I mean I--” You looked from him to Rafael, who had a huge grin on his face. Well, you DID ask for this.

“I didn’t use those exact words,” You shrugged apologetically. The pastor closed the Bible, the guests were chattering like mad, cameras flashed, the mob outside began to force themselves inside to see the drama.

“I..I can’t believe this, I can’t believe you…” Nathan shook his head in disbelief.

“Nathan I’m really sorry, I just--” You looked at Rafael again; his grin wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. “I had to be sure that he really loved me,”

“So he had to PROVE his love to you, when I have shown it to you EVERY SINGLE DAY?” Nathan started to yell, forgetting about appearances.

“I mean, no-- it’s a whole thing, you wouldn’t understand--” You started to laugh unintentionally, thinking of how you and Rafael had your own twisted sick sense of humor.

“You’re goddamn right I don’t understand!” He continued to yell.

“...She’s a flair for the dramatic Nate, what can I say?” Rafael smirked as he stepped up on the stair you were standing on and wrapped an arm around you. You really hated that you were enjoying this at Nate’s expense but-- Rafael was right. You wanted him to publicly admit it, and he delivered. And you were ecstatic.

“Yeah well, I hope you’re both happy in dramatic HELL,” Nathan spewed before stomping off out of the chapel with his groomsmen quickly tailing him. His side of the wedding began exiting the chapel furiously grumbling and yelling profanities at you.

You glanced at your side of the room, the entire NYPD. They all surprisingly looked very pleased, although some people like Kragen were skeptical about this suave ADA coming in here and sweeping you off your feet. They shook their heads and a few applauded, especially your current family.

“Oh we’re not done folks,” Rafael announced as he grabbed the preacher before he could leave.

“Wha...what now?” You were confused but growing more excited by the second.

“You wanted me to be sure that this is what I wanted,” Rafael took both of your hands. “And I want you to KNOW that this,” He gestured between the two of you. “This is all I will ever want, for the rest of my life. And I want to prove it to you,” He smiled at you and pulled something from his jacket pocket.

“Oh, Rafa you really don’t--” You started to say that stopping this wedding was proof enough for you, but he was already down on his knees.

“Y/N….Will you marry me?” He asked. “....Right now?” He added, gesturing to the preacher. Now it was your side’s turn to gasp loudly again, as you stared at the huge diamond ring Rafael was holding out to you.

Where did he get that? WHEN did he get that? Had he been planning on proposing to you before? A zillion questions ran through your brain but you did your best to quiet them all so you could focus on the ONE question that mattered right now.

“....DUH!” You finally slapped him over the head playfully and grabbed the ring from him. He laughed and slipped it on your finger before pulling you into a beautiful, perfect kiss. Everyone on your side laughed and cheered, happy their baby girl was getting her happy ending.

“Well alright then, I guess let’s start this thing over!” The preacher laughed, opening his Bible once again.

“Rafael Barba, do you take Y/N to be your lovely wedded wife, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?” He asked Rafael.

“I do,” Rafael beamed at you.

“Do you--” .

“WAIT,” You put up a hand to stop him, making everyone start to mumble curiously again. Rafael’s face fell.

“...Are you serious? You’re changing your mind?” He muttered anxiously.

“No!” You shook your head. “No I…” You looked at the floor. “God this is so stupid…” You laughed to yourself nervously, not really believing you were actually going to admit this.

“....What?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“I um…” You bit your lip. “Oh God…” You turned to the preacher. “Sorry!” He brushed it off.

“Baby what are you--” Rafael was seriously starting to worry.

“Please, please don’t freak out,” You begged him. His eyes remained confused, but soft and understanding.

“Okay…” He gave you a look.

“I um,” You took a deep breath. “I may or may not have learned this...just in case,”

You took another deep breath, and recited the words you had practiced in front of your mirror for MONTHS after you had first met Rafael.

“Yo, Y/N, te tomo a ti, Rafael Barba, como mi esposo,”

Rafael immediately broke into the biggest smile you may have ever seen on him, tears instantly wet his eyes as you spoke.

“Prometo serte fiel en lo próspero y en lo adverso,” You continued, vowing you were NOT going to break down crying.

“en la salud y en la enfermedad, Amarte y respetarte todos los días de mi vida.,” You finished successfully without shedding a tear, unlike Rafael who was a full on hot mess of tears in front of you.

“Baby I…” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you did that,” He whispered, tears still catching in his throat.

“I told you,” You bit your lip. “I have always been in love with you,”

“And I am so in love with you,” He grinned, pulling your face into his for “the” kiss.

“Well I guess you can kiss the bride!” The preacher laughed sarcastically as everyone broke into cheers.

You glanced up at the cameras as you walked down the aisle with your new husband. God you hoped that hadn’t blown up in your face, but if it did-- you had your Rafa to hold you through the storm.

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inmyownlaine · 3 years

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Cages: John Murphy x OC Fanfiction

GIF//

SPOILERS: If you have not finished the series proceed with caution!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1664

Chapter: Two

Summary: After falling asleep, Aerie wakes up to a foreign source of light. The sudden disturbance of peace causes underlying issues to come to the surface. Murphy steps in, making matters worse.

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Aerie didn’t remember falling asleep. Murphy was rolled up in a ball, turned away from her. She rubbed her eyes carefully, trying her best to keep the sand out. It was still dark, the sun nowhere in sight.

She loved mornings like these. The ones where it seemed like everything was asleep, even the earth itself. Where she could disconnect from reality and imagine herself in another universe. Aerie could encounter a million mornings like this and still feel the same exact way: completely at peace.

Aerie began to stretch out, her back craned with her chest pushing towards the stars. As she tilted her neck back, preparing to loosen the cramped muscles, a sudden flash of light exploded against the indigo sky. She straightened herself immediately, leaning forwards and scrambling to her knees.

She was no astronomer. She wouldn’t even consider herself knowledgeable about space. But she knew enough to reasonably conclude that this was no shooting star. It’s lasting glow remained in the sky as it slowly traveled to the ground, dipping and diving over the uneven terrain.

It was something foreign. Maybe even magic.

Eyes wide with horror and mouth clamped with fear, she nudged Murphy awake.. He groaned aloud and flopped on his back, sticking his arms straight up in the air. “What?” he grumbled, sounding eerily similar to a moody teenager.

Aerie didn’t even have to reply. Through closed eyelids, Murphy saw the incoming brightness. He threw his arm over his face, providing very little shade from the beam. “Aerie?” he yelled, almost as if he expected her to have any answers.

Of course, she didn’t. Rooted to her spot, she squinted in the light’s direction, curiosity taking over her better instincts. Though she had never seen anything like this, it felt familiar to her. As if she had experienced this herself.

“What are you doing?” Murphy’s arm latched onto her forearm, tugging with enough force to move her a couple inches in the sand. It was then she realized how dire the situation was, clambering to her feet and retreating with Murphy back to the huts.

The commotion caused the rest of the group to come outside. They were clearly feeling the same way as Aerie: frightened, yet curious. Just as things were feeling safe, another freak phenomenon had to ruin what they were building.

“What’s going on?” Raven questioned, ponytail swinging from side to side as she frantically tried to look at everyone at once.

“Run!” Clarke replied, ignoring Raven completely and entering survival mode.

They had only gotten to the edge of the sand when the light stopped above the sea foam. It levitated before slowly descending to the ground. Everyone stopped, clinging onto one another for support. If this was going to end in war, they were going to fight it together.

The beam started to dissipate, resembling that of a tamed firework. Sparkles of gold and yellow swirled in a cylindrical pattern before finally coming together to form a silhouette. They started disappearing at the top, moving downwards as a body took its place. First a mop of curly brown hair, then a dark pair of eyes, warm enough to thaw the heart of any villain, outsider, or wrongdoer.

Aerie watched in awe as a man with a white robe stood in front of them, seemingly calm and inquisitive. It was a look she didn’t get to see much. He was always worried about protecting his friends and being the perfect leader. It was nice, for a change, to see him in a state of tranquility. No matter how anyone felt about his newfound beliefs.

“Bellamy,” Octavia whispered, face contorting into disbelief and sadness. Echo took a step towards him, but stopped herself after the first one.

He gave a small smile, nodding in her direction. It had been a long time since any of them had seen Bellamy. Aerie could sense the tension radiating from Clarke. The last time she was with Bellamy, she tried to kill him. Aerie questioned why he would return to a group of people that was so hostile towards him.

“Why did you come back?” Echo asked.

“Now you can’t transcend,” Aerie added. She knew that he wanted it more than anything. She remembered the look in his eyes when she left him last. It was full of hope that had been drained from his body long ago. Aerie was one of few that decided not to take that away from him.

“You can’t,” he corrected, hands folded patiently in front of his stomach. “You were saved by grace. But I believed.”

“So, what? You’re going to come here and rub it in our face?” Clarke retorted, arms crossed across her chest.

Bellamy wasn’t fazed. Instead, he stared at her deeply with his dark brown eyes. Lips pursed together calmly, studying the nature of a person that had lost everything. He knew it wasn’t personal.

“Madi is fine.”

Clarke’s lower lip began to tremble as she fell backwards, grabbing onto Murphy’s shoulder. He placed his arm around her lower back, eyes wide with surprise. Carefully, Murphy lowered Clarke to the ground as tears fell from her eyes.

“In fact, I would say she’s thriving. No more war. No more fear. It’s the perfect place for her.”

Aerie knew Clarke disagreed. The perfect place for Madi, in Clarke’s eyes, was with her. Yetshe couldn’t afford to be selfish. Madi didn’t have a life on Earth. There were no children for her to socialize with. There was nothing to help her grow. She would be the only human her age in a world of terror.

“And I forgive you,” Bellamy spoke, nodding towards Clarke.

“I don’t need your forgiveness,” she spat, the corners of her mouth pulling down towards her chin. “If anything, you are the one that needs redemption. I lost everything because of you. Everything!”

The birds scattered from the trees as she wailed aloud. Everyone standing had a story to tell. No one’s life was easy. But Clarke’s seemed to trump them all.

Aerie lost her parents in seconds, along with most of Skaikru when the Ark fell from orbit. She still wasn’t over it, and never truly would be, but at least her father wasn’t floated. And at least her partner wasn’t murdered. And at least her mother’s body wasn’t stolen. And at least she was able to transcend. The atrocities continued on for Clarke Griffin.

“Whether you do or don’t, just know you have it.”

“Out of all the things I want to have,” Clarke scoffed, “your good graces are not on my list.”

With that, she pushed herself off the sand and headed towards the forest line. Bellamy’s fingertips pulled towards her, but the rest of him remained. Raven chased after Clarke, calling her name as they disappeared into the trees. Silence fell as the rest of the group shared awkward glances with one another.

“Why are you here?” Echo finally asked. The sockets of her eyes were flushed pink, holding back a flurry of emotions. She made it perfectly clear how upset she was with Bellamy the first week Skaikru spent together. She couldn’t believe how he could betray the people loved.

But beneath all that rage, she was mostly hurt. Hurt that he chose faith over her. That she wasn’t his main priority in a world where everything was uncertain. In a time where everyone needed each other to get through. She felt used.

“I have unfinished business,” he stated simply. Bellamy’s head dropped, but beneath hooded lids, his eyes fixated on Aerie. Octavia noticed this immediately, a cackle escaping her lips.

“Of course,” she jaunted, throwing her hands in the air. “You came for your savior. Not your sister. Not your girlfriend. Her.”

Aerie scoffed in response, insulted by the obvious venom Octavia was spitting. She had every right to feel upset, but not at Aerie’s expense.

A tear trickled down Echo’s cheek as she bit the inside of her cheek. Fearing loss of control, she spun around and ran to her hut. Bellamy’s mouth opened, a silent battle raging in his head. He wasn’t allowed to love. It made him weak. It clouded his judgement.

It didn’t matter. The door slammed behind her, shutting him out for the time being.

“Save it, big brother,” Octavia grumbled.

“Knock it off, Octavia,” Murphy spoke up. It caused Aerie to tense up. She forgot he was standing beside her. Come to think of it, she forgot there was a whole crowd of people watching the dramatic scene.

“What? My own brother comes back to earth and instead of wanting to see me, he wants Aerie.”

“Well if I were Bellamy I would probably avoid you, too,” Murphy countered. “Who was the one that supported Clarke’s decision?”

She charged at him, but Levitt wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back as she yelled profanities at Murphy. He wasn’t the least bit fazed. Instead, he stood in front of her, arms crossed defiantly across his chest. Octavia continued to kick around in an attempt to free herself.

“Are you done yet?” Murphy asked, unamused.

Octavia let out a blood-curdling scream. It was something she had gotten particularly good at after becoming Bloodreina. There were a lot of awful events that spawned from that moment in time, but she did learn how to let out a gruesome battle cry.

Indra stepped in between the two, signalling for Gaia to help Levitt take her away. She did so immediately, trying to comfort her in the process. “It doesn’t matter!” Octavia yelled. “Bellamy died a long time ago! He died!”

Bellamy’s face scrunched together, an expression of anguish easy to see. He didn’t let it linger, relaxing his muscles quickly before addressing Aerie. “Is there somewhere we can go? To talk?”

“Yeah,” Aerie answered, already leading the way. Bellamy trailed behind, leaving the others to gossip among themselves.

“You and I have a lot to discuss.”

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wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl · 4 years

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A/N: Hello again! This is apart of my pop song series with Sebastian Stan Characters. This one is Mob! Charles Blackwood and the reader. It is based off the song “my boy” by Billie Eilish. I figured the song would be perfect for this character and this trope. Specifically the line “my boys and ugly crier, but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean, he said he’d change.” There are other lines that fit as well but this one stuck with me the most. I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Your boyfriend is a mob boss. He’s always working and you’re always worried. You never get the attention you deserve, will he be willing to change his ways for you?

My Boy Part 1

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You hated living in Chicago. Well, hate was a strong word. You hated where you lived in Chicago. You couldn’t walk to the tourist attractions to distract yourself from being home alone all day long. You loved the museums, and your boyfriend Charles always gave you money to take a cab and treat yourself as you’d like, but you preferred to walk.

You loved to visit the Museum of Natural History and the Aquarium. You’ve seen them a million times, but you couldn’t get enough of the vast amounts of information it held. You would sit in front of the dinosaur exhibit for hours, wander the Egyptian exhibit until they closed, and do it all over again the next week.

You also didn’t hate your home in Chicago, if you would even it call it a home. It was a beautiful house, just empty. You didn’t like to call your home a mansion, even though it was. Unlike Charles, you were humble when discussing your possessions. However, all the marble countertops and comfy furniture in the world wouldn’t make up for the deafening silence that filled the halls every day.

You weren’t afraid of the city. Your boyfriend practically ran it, that’s what he told you anyways. You would believe it, too. Charles never stated exactly what he did for a living, but you picked up on his endeavors by the second month of the relationship. That’s when he stopped giving you the proper amount of attention, and stayed out all hours of the day and night. You overheard phone calls of an angry man demanding his money by the next Friday, sometimes even threatening men’s families. You knew it was all wrong, but you just couldn’t believe that Charles, your Charlie, would ever do something like that. You thought, or at least hoped, they were all empty threats. You didn’t know what you would do if you found out they weren’t.

You knew being involved with the mob was dangerous, leaving you to worry every hour of every day when Charles wasn’t with you. Would he be killed if a deal didn’t go right? You hated being left alone with your thoughts. Not to mention you missed your boyfriend. What time you did spend together made you so incredibly happy. You were his princess, and he would always take care of you to the best extent. Draw you a bath, rub your back, give you tiny kisses all over your body. He was a completely different man at home. You figured none of the “guys” have or will ever see this side of him. He would probably get harassed out of town if they did see the way he treated you.

Those days are few as far between. You were at your wits end, begging him to stop the deals, lies, and even potential murder of families. You were scared. Not only for your life but especially his. He would always tell you the same thing.

“I promise I’ll stop baby, please, you just gotta let me finish this one deal.”

“Babydoll, you know I’m gonna quit, just be patient for me okay? Can you be a good girl?”

“Princess I have to take care of you. How am I gonna take care of you if I lose my job? I want the best for you sweetheart, please just give me more time to make arrangements for us.”

You were tired of the lies, tired of waiting around for the day he would finally choose you over his job. This was the last straw. When he came home tonight (like he said he was going to) this would be the last time you asked him to choose you. If he gave you another bullshit excuse, you were going to walk out the door and never look back.

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Charles returned home from his “job” at an ungodly hour, 3AM to be exact. You stayed up to confront him. You didn’t care how long you had to stay up, only compromising that if it reached noon the next day, he probably wasn’t coming home for a while.

He was surprised to see you awake, his face turning from confusion to anger.

“Babydoll what are you doing up this late?”

“Waiting for someone important to get home. Aren’t you excited to see me?”

He knows he needs to control himself.

“I am irritated, but of course I’m excited to see you. You should be getting to bed. Cmon, I’ll come join you. We can watch your favorite Disney movie.” He says enticingly.

You were tempted, daydreaming of going upstairs to cuddle and watch Y/F/M. You needed to stay strong though. Confront him with the truth.

He begins to turn on his heel and make his way up the staircase.

“No, Charles. We need to talk.”

He rolls his eyes with his back still facing towards you. He puts a smile on his face before he whips around. “Why on earth do we need to talk Angel? I thought you would be happy to see your daddy...”

You were. You were practically bursting at the seams, wishing you could run up to him and shower him in hugs and kisses. You loved him so much, but you needed to set your limits. You deserved to be happy.

“I miss you. You’re never here. I feel like all I do is ask you to stay when you come home. You always promise me that you will ‘eventually.’ When will that day come Charles? When will you give me the love that you promised?”

He looked like a wounded animal as you spoke to him. He looks at you with what seems like confusion, hurt, and disappointment. You couldn’t tell if that disappointment was targeted at himself or you.

“I-, baby you know I love you. Why would you say that I don’t give you the love that I promised? Of course I’m going to quit this job. I already have a job lined up in Connecticut. We can stay with my cousins. I just need to finish up one more deal. Can you wait for me sweetness? Can you be a good girl and wait for your daddy to finish his last and only job?”

You heard that lie too many times. Empty promises. When will it end?

“I’m done” you whisper.

He comes closer to you.

“...what?”

“I’m done Charles. I can’t do this anymore with you.” You feel the hot tears brimming in your eyes.

“Y/N, please, please don’t leave me. I need you.” His eyes seem to also tear up, but you don’t notice. You needed to get out of here. You needed to leave.

You started to make strides to the door. You’d worry about the finer details later. Collecting your clothes didn’t feel as important in the moment.

He grabbed your arm.

You finally looked at him. He was a wreck. Tears flooding his red cheeks. You hadn’t noticed but his hair looks like it had been demolished by his hands.

“Please, Y/N. I love you. We’ll leave tonight.”

“Is this a promise you’re willing to keep?”

He nods quicker than you expected.

“I’ll do anything for you, my love.”

You were unsure. You wondered why he caved so fast after begging him Was it truly love that was motivating him?

“This is it Charles. If this is just another empty promise for us to move back here, I’m done. I love you but I can’t keep putting myself out there like this. I shouldn’t feel alone in a relationship. I need to feel loved and appreciated.”

“And you’ll get it.” He comes over to cup your cheeks in his hands. “You’re the only damned thing I care about.” He kissed you deeply. He captured your lips with his. You always loved how his kisses were so inviting. You kissed back with as much ferocity, wanting to truly believe this was going to be the start of the rest of your life.

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Two hours into driving to the promised mansion in Connecticut, Charles actually keeping his promise.

Charles was a foolish man, in trade and deals, but not foolish enough to lose you.

He knew you were the only thing that mattered. Although leaving with unfinished business could pose potential danger to not only him, but you as well, he was willing to take that risk to keep you.

Your head felt amazing on the cold window of Charles’ red Camaro. Your head had been throbbing since crying a little over two hours ago when you thought you would lose your boyfriend to his “job.” Thankfully, he chose you. Crying, however, exhausted you beyond belief. All you wanted to do was rest. This is probably why you wouldn’t notice the subtle details that would lead to you and Charles’ demise just hours ahead.

You looked over at Charles briefly, his eyes firmly on the road, determined to take you both to your final destination. There was no hint of regret swimming in his eyes, only pure joy thinking of the beautiful life you two would share. This euphoria is probably why Charles’ wouldn’t notice the subtle details that would lead to his and your demise just hours ahead.

You reached over and took his free hand in yours. The touch was electric. Even though you were in a car traveling 65 miles an hour, this was home.

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In the moments of euphoria both you and Charles were experiencing, you didn’t notice the van following you since you left Chicago. What Charles failed to mention to you about his job was that he was in debt. A lot of debt. Charles would repay these debts by collecting from other people who had yet to pay his boss as well, and if they couldn’t, he was asked to “take care of them.” Charles refused to hurt the persons family, but had no other choice when it came to the individual who owed the debt. Especially if he wanted to keep his own life, and his sweet girl.

What you didn’t know was that your life had been threatened many of times. On your walks to the museums there were always men watching you, waiting to attack if Charles refused to take on a mission. Thankfully that hadn’t happened, until now.

Sam, his boss, only had two more missions for Charles when he decided to skip town with you. However, Sam was not pleased to find out Charles wouldn’t be finishing what was owed to him. Due to Charles’ ignorance, Sam had no other option than to send 4 men after the pair. They would slowly tail behind them on the highway, making sure not to lose them. Even if they did, Sam knew Charles’ license plate number and other information that would ultimately lead the boys to them. They were surprised neither of you stopped for gas or a snack, but the time would come when they would spring into action.

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You woke up from your brief nap to see you had pulled into a gas station with Charles. He smiled at you lovingly.

“Good morning sleepyhead. I’m gonna go fill the car with gas and get us some snacks. Is there anything you want?”

“Can I just have some sweet tea and a bag of chips? Any kind is fine. I’m not too hungry right now.”

“Of course, Angel. I’ll be right back okay?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes as Charles went in to pay the teller and grab you your snacks.

You were startled by your door ripping open, two men standing there with a gun pointed directly at your face.

“Don’t make a sound, and get out of the car” the first one spoke. You unbuckled your seatbelt quietly and got out of the car. The other pointed a gun to your back as you stood there, praying Charles would see through the window to come and rescue you at any moment.

“Go to the van and get in. If you scream, I shoot. We both don’t want that, now do we?” The second one said.

You shook your head no, holding back a waterfall of tears. You did as you were told. Immediately as you got in you were blindfolded and held down. Your arms and legs were wrapped with duct tape, your mouth being covered as well. Before you knew what was going on the van started abruptly, racing out of the parking lot.

Charles had noticed the van pulling up behind them, but didn’t think anything of it. He just assumed it was a family who needed to stop and grab stuff on their way to or from an airport for a family vacation. However, he became skeptical as five minutes rolled past and no one came in for anything. Why would someone just pull into a parking lot and sit there? He suddenly got an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, putting down all the snacks he had gathered up until that point. He told the attendant he would be back as he quickly ran outside to see if something had happened. And indeed, something had.

You were gone.

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silver-wield · 4 years

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body language analysis: tifa and cloud train scene!! go!

Oh, Nonny, you made my morning with this!! I mean, it's not like I haven't touched on Cloud and Tifa's body language in gif reblogs, but an actual post dedicated to one of the best moments of the game? YAY!!

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

So, the corkscrew tunnel scene – or clotiscrew tunnel as I've seen it called – begins with Avalanche caught by the sensors on the train. After a timed fight – which, yes, it's possible to lose, but it's also clear this is a “bad ending” where you've made Cloud look like an incompetent dick who can't even handle a few drones – we see Barret mustering his courage and leaping from the train (he's so damn cute sometimes, I'm gonna have to do a post about his development with Cloud at some point).

The action then cuts to Tifa, frozen in front of the door, too afraid to jump (you can hear her whimpering). Cloud calls her name, deals with the last drone and comes over. Now, in the OG, obviously they all jump one after the other because polygons and popeye arms would've just looked like a total mess and Square admitted they neglected Cloti to highlight all the relationship development between Clerith since she dies later.

Cut to 2020 and we get this. Damn, Square, if I didn't already love you for pretty much my entire life already I'd have fallen for you all over again. In fact, I think I probably did.

Ok, I'm done gushing. Kinda.

I think the first thing I have to point out is that Cloud, at no point, needed to do this. He could have verbally encouraged Tifa to jump without the need for physical support at all. After all, the train's slowing down and she was fine in the OG, so who's to say she wouldn't be fine now, too? By calling her name and fixing her attention on him he's actually stalling her jump.

You'll notice that Tifa doesn't take her eyes off the tracks (before this screen obvs since I can see that’s her feet, work with me here), which is fitting since she's zeroed in on that fearful moment and actually can't move without help. Cloud's face in this is displaying typical tension you'd expect in a high energy scene. He's concerned for Tifa, but he's also focused on dealing with the mechs, which he does very quickly. Now, you could argue he did that to get on with the mission, or you could argue he did that because he saw Tifa needed him and his focus shifted to her. And watching the seconds following him turning to look at her, I'd say there's evidence towards the latter because he's actually lost focus on the last mech and it attacks him first causing him to block and parry.

This is the first instance of touching in this scene, and until this point, Tifa hadn't moved or acknowledged Cloud. He needed to physically draw her from her thoughts and you'll hear a surprised exhale from her as she turns to look at him, showing she was lost within herself until he drew her out. Cloud is obviously looking at the tracks, judging his next move. He's already planning what he has to do to keep both of them safe, which is clear from his decisive nod, along with a reassuring, but grim, smile, before pulling Tifa out the door. Remember, I said he could’ve verbally got her attention. He didn’t. He chose touch.

See what I mean about janky quality? Anyway, this is clear concern about Tifa's safety, but also, remember, Cloud is on the mission because Tifa said she felt trapped and he's related that back to their promise that she needs a hero. He's being her hero.

Okay, we're getting to the meat of things now.

First, fucking ouch, he definitely looks pained, meaning that whole manoeuvre wasn't as smooth as he pretended. As they slow down, he puts a bracing hand against the ground to prevent him rolling onto Tifa (because he's a gent and also toting a sword that weighs more than Barret lol).

What's interesting is where his left hand is in this. Make a note: middle of her back. Tifa's head is tucked into Cloud's neck – safety move, so nothing big there. I've seen some people note Tifa's leg is between Cloud's, but I'm gonna discount that as the way they've locked together during the roll. It's unintentional.

Oh, but this isn't! Cloud has absolutely no reason to put his hand back on Tifa. He could leave it lying flat on the ground. You could argue he needs both to help her get off him, but she's on top. She can do that herself. He has no further need past the initial save to have his hands on her, unless that's what he wants. Obviously we can't see his face in this because of Tifa's hair, but this, combined with the next screen tell a very definite story.

He moved his hand! That left hand, he didn't need to move it up in such a caressing gesture. Coupled with the very intense gaze he gives her, I was swooning like a maiden wearing a too tight corset lol

Now, you could argue he's just concerned, it's a high tension situation. Well, I argue that every single trope using this kind of scene results in sexual tension/flustered characters and/or a kiss. Remember, right at this second, he has no reason to still be lying with her like this. In fact, him moving his hand further up her back is a bracing gesture that would keep her close, not release her. Tifa's fists are balled against his chest, which signifies she's protecting her hands – she's a hand-to-hand fighter remember -- but her face is relaxed. She's not feeling awkward or eager to escape.

Eye contact!! Can I just leave it at that? No? Cloud isn't actually the type to keep prolonged eye contact. Oh, did you think I was about to say something else? Well, for literally anyone who hasn't paid attention to him, Cloud often looks away when he feels awkward, flustered, unsure, basically any negative emotion. The only time he looks anyone in the eye is when he's confronting them or at ease. Remember, even when Jessie teased him about smiling during chapter 4 he looked away, embarrassed. Cloud doesn't handle eye contact well. Which is why this is such a huge deal. He's keeping prolonged eye contact with Tifa. He doesn't look away from her eyes when he asks if she's ok. And that question – ah my heart! So soft and tender. You can hear the care and concern in his tone. It anchors the entire scene from start to finish. Everything he just did was because he cares about Tifa and wants to look after her. He wants to make sure she's ok, even if it means he suffers for it. Pretty sure some people will disagree with this, but the damn man wore a dress and went through a humiliating dance routine – humiliating for him, I fucking loved it – just to save her. His first words in Wall Market are he wants to save Tifa, but Aerith cuts him off before he can finish the sentence.

These are the moments that I have to go back over a million times to catch. Check the tiny eye narrowing and uplift at the corner of his mouth. She said she's ok and he's happy about it. He's her hero – in not so many words. Tifa's shaky reply and pale face confirm her shock and fear, but also you can see an easing of the tension in her. There's a subtle softening of her muscle definition and facial expression that displays the trust and belief she has in Cloud that he'd look after her. This is a very mutually appreciative moment between them. Definitely not one sided.

And then the moment is over, without any flustered blushing or stammering, and thank God there wasn't because that would be so ooc I just can't with it. Cloud, despite being an awkward af dork who doesn't know how to deal with women hitting on him, doesn't turn into a flustered 14 year old trying to tell his crush he's leaving Nibelheim whenever they have contact. We've already seen smooth!Cloud giving Tifa a flower and complimenting her like a cheeky bastard. He can handle being around her because he feels comfortable. He can compliment her because of that, too. He might be slightly separated from those childhood feelings, but they're in there and they're motivating him to be outgoing towards her. To show her the cool SOLDIER he became that's worthy of being beside her.

But, yeah, back to the point. The moment is over. Or is it? Because that is some very further prolonged eye contact between them when there doesn't have to be. Tifa moves back, Cloud moves forward, they're both getting up and yet, they're both looking at each other. I don't know about you, but I find it easier to look where I'm going when I've fallen on my ass and need to get up. I sure af don't stare longingly into someone's eyes like I can't bear not to.

And now it really is over because right after this the mechs arrive. But before that, some more prolonged eye contact. There literally is no need for them to do this at this point. Tifa looks pensive, but I think that's her default tbf. Yet, at the same time, there's an intensity in her gaze like she wants to say something – maybe it's just a thank you, that would turn into a flirty conversation of some sort “you didn't need to do that,” “I wanted to” kind of deal – so it makes sense they're interrupted because Square said they didn’t want to overdo the amount of Cloti content they added and this is already a very charged scene.

Meanwhile, Cloud is looking at her like she's his entire world and he's just waiting for her to realise it. There's an aura of expectation in his pose and face. They're both crouching in mirrored poses, which as some of you may know is what you do when you're trying to build rapport with someone. It's basic body language building blocks. Toddlers do this. They're both on one knee, slightly leaning forward. Now, if there was no rapport between them, if they wanted to end the moment, one of them would stand up, breaking the mirrored pose and cutting off eye contact. This would put one above the other and show an imbalance in their relationship. This doesn't happen. They both turn at the same time, rise at the same time and fight pose at the same time.

Conclusion:

Seriously? After all that you can't draw your own?

Ok, I'll be fair to the other side. Let's take away Cloud's history with Tifa – since that's the biggest argument for them: the childhood crush trope.

If Cloud and Tifa weren't friends, just colleagues on a mission, this scene would still be hella charged with sexual tension and implication that Cloud has a thing for her. Even if it's just basic sexual attraction, that's still attraction and a marker on the pathway to a relationship.

But, they are friends, so moving on.

Tifa is the more reserved one in this dynamic. She's naturally shy – it's canon – but even with that, she's affected by Cloud. She holds that eye contact. Her voice is equally soft as his. She mirrors his pose. She doesn't try to get away the second they stop moving. Cloud is the one to move things along, without awkwardness because he's comfortable with Tifa. He's not out of sorts having her lying on top of him – which you can argue means he's not interested, but I literally just pointed out all the ways in which he is into her. Being comfortable in someone's company doesn't mean a person isn't attracted to them. If I had to stick a pin in Cloud's sexuality I'd say he's on the demi scale, meaning he needs to have a deep emotional connection to whoever he's with before he falls in love with them. He's not a love at first sight kind of guy.

This fits with the childhood crush trope. Cloud's known Tifa for years and developed an attraction to her that still lingers, making a reconnection between them easier. He's not slobbering over her because he's Cloud and very stoic – I know people say his true self isn't like this, but it is only with more insecurity and desire to prove himself. He's still a very reserved guy with a dry sense of humour. He's prone to melancholy and self doubt, which is why his friends bolster his confidence so much.

Point is, everything in this scene showcases a deep and meaningful relationship between the two of them at its best, while at its most shallow it shows Cloud is sexually attracted to Tifa, which is something that could develop into a more meaningful relationship later. Either way, it's a marked moment in their interactions that Cloud's non-optional choices led to it. There's no either/or within this. It happened.

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mnxxlove · 4 years

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Heeeey! I would like to request a Steve Rogers Imagine, with the prompts 17,20, 26,29. I really need Captain America in my life ❤️❤️❤️

IF YOU LOVE ME

Pairing: Steve Rogers

Prompts:

17; angst with happy ending

20; soulmates as friends

26; separation in battlefield

29; go on missions together

Word Count: 4902

Summary: It’s 2023, it’s been five years since The Avengers lost their battle, and Thanos won. Everyone did feel guilty and angry for it, they all wanted to avenge the fallen but it was already too late. Or at least it was, until Scott Lang suddenly appeared, and gave them the wonderful idea of returning back in time, thanks to the quantum realm.

Everyone has fought their battles and tried to win their demons, but Steve was blaming himself, and Nat, Bucky and Sam knew it. Ever since he got to witness, one of the most important persons that were in his life, to disappear before his eyes. It literally ruined him.

And he knew, deep down, that he would do anything for getting her back, and not losing her again.

warnings: a lot of angst, depression alert, overthinking, grief, fluff and light gore.

• Thanks for your request love 🧚

gif not mine;

The lights were turned off, the only light getting inside his apartment was the lightning coming from the furious thunders that would constantly collide to the countryside. He was standing, his left elbow placed on the freezing window, that was covered with millions of drops of cold water. His face was neutral, but he was feeling the exact otherwise…

There was no day in which he hadn’t spent it on blaming himself for what had happened. Not only her, trying to sacrifice her life all over again, just for him, but of him thinking that it was his fault. Steve Rogers, the man that was able of being capable of breaking and still recovering easily, hypocritical of everyone, even him, to believe so, counting on, that he has always felt the weakest, and the most vulnerable member of his team.

He tried to be positive, but there was no way he could be able to see the bright side of his current situation. A lot of people died, including her, and he could not help but to almost lose himself too. Steve has been all by himself, ever since he came out of the ice. Then, he met the people which later on, not only he would call them friends, but family. And then, there was her. She was a simple agent, but he knew she was more than just that. He valued her, not only for what she had become, but who she really was...

Y/n has always been there for him, every moment, every fight, every battle… And so was him, for her. But all changed a few years ago, back in two thousand and fifteen, when Steve got himself trapped in some issues that made him, Natasha and Sam to become the most wanted people from the Interpol. Even when she did not fight beside him at the airport, and she did not support him at the battle, Y/n changed her mind, to then helping him. At the end, her becoming as wanted for the Interpol as he was...

No phone calls, no messages for at least two and a half years. Then, Thanos happened, and the whole team got reunited, including her; something he didn’t expect. It’s not that he never expected her to appear, it only turned to be really unpredictable and confusing having her back. Even though they were fighting the battle of their life, it felt good having her with him, still, it didn’t last for so long... It was horribly painful to remember it, but he did it anyways.

Thanos arrived, he was giant, purple and way more taller and bigger than anyone could ever expected him to be. He was having a mischievous grin marked on his face. His pride and his ego were high, while looking at the ones who were possibly going to attack him. Wanda and Vision were with Steve, but so was Y/n. And although, deep down, Steve knew that he needed to do everything to stop him, and to not get to Vision, he then never thought about the consequences. Him and Y/n were one, if he moved she moved. It has always been good to have their own backs protected and watched, however, if anyone would get hurt or have any type of problems, they would be there for themselves no matter what.

And so, she was. It didn’t matter how worn out she felt, or how weak she was feeling, or the fact that she was bleeding, almost draining. She fought for him, until she couldn’t anymore. And just when things were turning to be under control, the great Titan snapped his fingers, and by consequence, making half of the living creatures of the whole galaxy to disappear and to turn into dust and ashes. But Steve, still didn’t know about it, until having her, staying unconscious, carried on his arms.

He was breathless, sitting on the ground having her cuddled. His eyes were filled with terror. Steve whispered her name a few times, while having one of his hands placed on her face, but there was no response back.

“I cannot lose you.” Steve’s voice stuttered, while he glanced at her, eyes scared. His fingers, taking off some strands of hair that were getting on her face delicately.

He wanted her to wake up, or at least make a noise, for him to know that she was awakened or at least, still alive. Even when he should’ve been hopeless, ‘cause Thanos himself, did attack her with the power stone, and punched really bad on the head, Steve wasn’t, he had faith. But then suddenly, everything stopped, there was no wind and the trees were no longer moving. There were no sounds and that made him to have a really bad feeling curving down his spine. His head got raised, he looked around, but he was alone, he had no idea where Wanda or Vision were, but still, Thor was there. Eyes full with blame and grief. He was barely blinking, and his face turned blank.

“Thor?” Steve gasped confusedly, but the God of Thunder didn’t even move from his place.

Pressing his lips anxiously, he then lowered his chin, and once he saw her fading into shattered dust, his eyes full with tears, widened in complete shock..

When Y/n was no longer there with him, he then looked at his dark gloves, now smudged with what was left from her. And that was the moment of realisation, when he was sure, that he lost not only the battle, but her as well.

There was no day in which any of his friends wouldn’t give him a call, or visit him. Nevertheless, Steve was tired of them trying to be supportive of something that had no solution or whatsoever. He truly wished he could’ve stopped her from saving him, making her stop running towards Thanos, just in case, he could’ve made anything for her, to not save him, to then, at end, saving her instead; or even trying to stop Thanos from snapping, but it was already too late.

“Steve…” Bucky’s voice sounded from outside of his apartment. He was calling for him to open up the door, but he did not move a finger. Steve did hear someone then, unlocking the door, but he did not even bother to look who could probably be, because he already knew.

“We know that you said you wanted to be on your own for a while. But it’s been weeks…” Sam sighed, just behind him.

His friends stared straight, at the yet broken man still staying in the same exact position.

“I know it has been a complete nightmare for you. We understand. But there’s no way you’ll get better, if you don’t try to move on, Steve.” Bucky’s words were hoarse and deep. Trying as best as he could to be careful, and to not hurt his friend’s feelings. However, on the other hand, Steve just decided to let out a deep sigh full with exhaustion. He was drowning, he knew it, but at the same time he didn’t care at all.

“What if I don’t want to move on?” The bearded man whispered, now taking off his elbow from the window. But still, standing just where he was at, still giving to them his back.

“You can’t be like this forever.” Bucky cleared his throat, now approaching, taking a few steps towards Steve. James was feeling bad for his friend. He wanted to help him, or at least, trying him to cope better with all the pain he was suffering. But it was impossible to make him feel any better…

Without saying anything else, Buck just pressed his lips in a thin line, while he looked straight up at him, empathy in his eyes such as Wilson’s were as well.

“I loved her, Bucky.” Steve admitted, his voice broken, such as if he was fighting himself for not to sob. His old friend looked up at him, and then closed his eyes.

“We know you did.” That was the last thing Sam said, right after Steve turned around on his feet, to then, walking straight to take a seat. Their friends followed him, having a seat just beside him, on the grey padded couch, he had on the living room.

They didn’t say anything back, afterwards. Sam either Bucky had no idea how to talk with him, without making him feel way worse than he was already feeling, and so it happened.

Someone’s footsteps approached rapidly to the entry, making them raise their chin at the same time, expecting someone to enter inside his place. It was Natasha, an expression of speechlessness, marked on her pale face.

“What's wrong?” Steve asked her, while taking a long sip from his almost empty glass of scotch whiskey. Nat still feeling shocked, she just walked towards where Steve was sitting, and without asking him, she grabbed his left hand, to make him, to get up from his seat.

“Where are you taking me? Nat…?” Steve repeated himself a few times. He was having a confused frown marked on his face. He was unsure of what was going on, but although he didn’t want to get thrilled about it, he did it anyway.

Nat made him to go downstairs, go inside the car and she brought them three to the Avengers base. Once they were in, Steve was starting to have a burst of feelings, just wanting to explode at the moment. So many memories, he couldn’t handle but to feel his heart ache for a bit, while walking and seeing the pictures that were framed all over the wall.

“Scott?” Steve told unsurely, while he looked at the inpatient man that was running in constant circles all over the place. Ant-man then, after hearing a familiar voice, calling from him, he stopped on both his feet, he looked up, then staring at the four people who were expected for him.

“I thought you were-” Steve added, his voice low but direct.

“Gone? Yeah, me too for a second. Until I went to see those bigass graves that were placed at the… “ Scott gasped ironically and then abruptly shut his mouth, blinking rapidly, his hands then trailing up, to his face desperately.

“Have either of you studied quantum physics?” Scott asked, afraid he had to make a whole explanation about it. Him noticing their confused faces, he then, decided to explain it and what he has been up to.

Every word he said was clear, but all they could understand was that there could be something they could do, after all.

“I’ve spent five years there, and it felt like hours, floating... Hope, my.. Well she's my... - Anyway, she was supposed to pull me out of there, but she didn’t!” Scott explained exasperatedly, while he gesticulated on the air with both his bare hands.

The man lost in time, explained how they could easily solve everything up, by trying to travel back in time, using the quantum realm as a bridge. The four persons, that were standing before Scott, stared at him in a mix of confusion and awareness. His idea sounded too good for not even trying to make it work, and although Nat and Bucky were hopeless, Steve and Sam had faith that it could work out.

The normal science class ended in an argument. Bucky did not want to risk anything, and so they all thought the same thing, but after all, that was the best idea they had in years. And it needed a try… So they decided to warn Tony about it, and if he could catch an eye on the project such as Bruce was doing, but although they thought it was going to work out. Stark did not believe the same thing.

Days and weeks passed non stopping, and it finally gave something in return. They’ve made a few experiments, in which any of them could volunteer to, of course. At first, seeing how chaotically bad it worked, the very first tries with Scott, their hope started to go down, but none of them wanted to give in, not just yet. After giving it a few more tries, they decided to take some time off and plan everything, so everyone wouldn’t have any type of ‘last moment’ questions.

“I honestly don't get it. We are going to go back in time to get the stones, but how does that not affect our current timeline?” Clint asked confusedly, leaving everyone speechless and not really sure what to say.

“We are going to travel back to two thousand and thirteen. The stones were in fact, in the same year all together, but not in the same place. Most importantly talking about the power stone, which it’s not even on this planet... The thing here is, if we do in fact, go back in time, and get the stones and we come here with them, It'll be just for a moment, nothing will affect the ecosystem of our current timeline, not even the one we chose to travel to, to get the stones. Because we will return them, just the second after we left with them. And that’s how we are going to win.”

“... We’ll get the stones, ok. But how are we so sure that this will go as planned?” Carol insisted, having her forearms crossed.

“That’s the thing. If we go back in time, the future which is our current timeline changes too, but if we travel back in time just the moment when we changed the past, we’are changing it as well, as returning the stones to their respective places.

However, if we go back to the battle in Wakanda, and we use the stones against Thanos, we’ll win in the past, which affects our current timeline. If we stop Thanos from snapping with the infinity gauntlet, we’ll win.” Tony added, walking towards Bruce, while pointing him with his pen.

“If we win, our current timeline will change… It’ll be as if nothing had ever happened.” Natasha told, her voice soft and careful.

Her eyes were bright, full of hope and life.

“There’s a chance..” Sam nodded surely of himself.

One of the things everyone noticed was that they were having two plans, the first one, on one hand, consisted in returning back in time, and going to different locations to take the stones and then getting everyone back. But the first plan was too risky. Nebula warned everyone that it was going to be impossible to get the soul stone without making a sacrifice, so, they all agreed for the worst, that it was basically in returning back in time but just at the right moment, way beforehand Thanos would’ve arrived in Wakanda. And then fighting side by side with the old version of themselves, and trying to get the soulstone from the great Titan’s gauntlet, use it against him and his army, and then returning the stones. And so it happened, it did slowly, but at least, it succeeded. The easy part was done, they had five of the six stones, and the only thing that was left was returning back to Wakanda. And Steve was not prepared. It was amusing and exciting. They were going to travel back in time, but still, he was not prepared at least not just yet. He was afraid that anything could possibly go wrong, but he would still try. For her, for everyone. One of their biggest fears, was that the old version of themselves wouldn’t accept or understand the situation, but surprisingly it did. It was weird, and it was so easy to guess who was who, because of how grown they already looked in comparison with the five year older version of themselves.Tony and Bruce bothered in explaining as many times, and as with many examples as were possible, their plan to win.

“But how’s Tony here? Where were you, when we were here?” The younger Steve said, then of sudden while staring at Stark in complete confusion.

“In a space donut, trying to control a teenager, having arguments with a magician and trying not to get hit by a moon. Thanks for asking.” Tony added to Rogers’ question, making him frown, being even more confused than before.

“Thanos has no idea that we have planned this... We have the stones, from a completely different timeline. The only thing we need to do, is to take his infinity gauntlet off his hand.” Natasha explained, her words clear as water.

“But you've seen it. He’s huge!” Bruce from the past added this time. His voice sounded altered and nervous.

“That’s my position. I’ll be wearing the infinity gauntlet with the stones we got, so it can be easier for us to win.” Carol told them of sudden making the old versions of themselves, to gaze at her. “I can do it on my own, but it’s better if he’s already distracted.”

That was the last thing that was said, after a big tremor made the building in which they were in, to shake because of the constant vibrations of the ground. It has already started. Proxima Midnight was there, wanting for them to open the floodgates. And so it would happen at some point.

It all happened the same way as it did in the past, or at least it happened. Steve has promised to himself that he wasn’t going to talk with Y/n but not himself, and so he did explain him and made it clear that he should be aware of it, and stop her in time, so he then should go instead of her to Thanos.

“Save her, before he tries to save you.” That was the last thing, Steve ever told him directly. Which left him in complete shock, being specifically, in complete silence. His chin lowered while wondering why would she do it, so. And then he remembered that he would do it for her, because he loves her, and he would prefer to save her than seeing her in pain. He loved her, fondly, and so did she.

The battle went normal, meanwhile the whole team from the past, we’re fighting against Proxima’s army, the Avengers were all placed separately around the whole place. Meanwhile, Carol was waiting for anyone’s signal to then appear. But although they seemed prepared, they were frightened and not so ready after all.

Everyone looked to their right and to their left repeatedly, but they didn’t know when he would appear. But once Steve started to hear his own voice behind him, he knew it was time. The story was respecting itself, but this time they needed to do the right thing.

“On my position, Danvers.” Steve’s hoarse voice sounded through Captain Marvel’s transmission-earpod

“Copy that.” She added, flying straight towards where they were.

But not until Thanos would appear and then approach, she would make a move.

Suddenly, the leaves up in the trees started to slightly move, with the delicate yet suspicious breeze from the other time.

“He‘s approaching.” Sam warned, sounding again through everyone’s transmission-earpods

And he wasn’t mistaken. A sudden purpleish portal appeared from the mere nothing. And when he was already having stepping the ground with his big feet, and was able to see who were going to be the very first victims which he was going to attack, the great Titan noticed that something was wrong and that it didn’t make sense that he was beholding. There was a second copy of almost everyone, and he then wondered if it was a magician trick, such as the one, Doctor Strange did on Titan.

“What the hell?” Thanos mumbled, a confused yet concerning frown marked on his face.

“Now.” Steve told, making the great Titan raise one of his eyebrows incredulity, while both his eyes narrowed.

And then, when he least expected it, everyone stared to distract him. To then Danvers, making one of a glorious yet biggest of her entrances. She flew, straight up to him, making him almost fall.

Both her forearms, choking him from behind while the rest of the group helped her, Thor cut one of his arms off, which made the great Titan let out a rough scream full of pain. He was surrounded, no one could help him. And by seeing how scared he was acting, he deep down really thought that it was going to be his downfall. But then, a few creatures approached, making everyone to stop keeping him distracted to basically fight back.

It all happened so fast, meanwhile some of them still tried to keep him held, while the other half fought, Carol and Thor had a plan which anyone except from them, knew about. One Thanos was about to break free from them, Carol did free him, to then trying to get the infinity gauntlet from the person who was catching an eye on it.

“You. Give it back to me, now.” Thanos told, walking towards Y/n threateningly. The girl just looked at him in a mix of fear and insecurity, not actually knowing what would happen if she didn’t do anything to stop him. And so, she tried to. But, even before Thanos thought of acting, Steve came and went straight to help her just on the right moment, when Thanos was going to exactly blow her with his big armoured fist, changing the events of the future.

The soldier got himself in between, both his hands grabbing Thanos hand, stopping him from hitting her, but, then, him getting punched instead.

“Steve!” She screamed in horror, that he could possibly be dead, by how he fell to the floor. As much as she wanted to, she still stayed still for him, even when all she wanted to do at that moment, was to cup Steve’s face with both her bare hands, while she would caress not only the beard but the scar that was placed right up, in one of his cheekbones.

Everyone did notice about that whole scene, and so they tried to help her, while Wanda did kill all the aliens that wanted to approach. Thanos again, had her just right where she wanted her to be, and he could not wait but to kill her already. But Steve couldn’t let that happen, he was not going to give up. And it wasn’t even an option he wanted to choose. So, he raised one of his arms, while starting to run just straight forward to them. His heart beating way harder than ever before. And so it happened, and once he felt that his fingers touched the wooden material of the body of the big hammer, he ran even faster, and he then cut the Titan’s head in half, leaving everyone in complete shock. But she didn’t give a damn about the situation. She only cared for him, who was still unconscious, lying on the floor.

“Steve…-“ Y/n’s stuttered, her voice low and once her eyes gazed him, she then felt how her heart skipped a bit. She called for him, but he didn’t respond, not even move or make a sudden mumble, which concerned everybody.

The man that wasn’t from that time, kept his eyes locked on her and his own body on the ground, and he felt such as if he was watching a movie, a tragic one, in which the main protagonist did not have the chance to bloom as something else, although they both knew what their feelings for each other were. It was tragic, but also quite too poetic. He travelled back in time, he saved the world, his world, and the girl he loved the most. And even if there weren’t any chances for him to wake up, he was satisfied. But she was broken, a lump formed on the inside of her throat seconds after her feet tripped on the ground to then, bending on her knees to have him closer to her. Y/n glanced at him, she was having a face while she tried so hard to not to cry, but she then burst into tears, anyways.

Everyone looked at him, both his fists were tighten, while he could not help but to stare defeated. He did save her, but if she did lose him instead, he knew it would be her absolute downfall. No one could do anything, only wait. And so they did.

“If I don’t wake up, I’ll desapear, once we get back…” Steve murmured, his voice shy but clear. Making everyone to raise their faces to look straight at him. But when he was already mentally getting prepared to say goodbye, they all heard the button from Steve’s room sounding, letting everyone know that he woke up, after all.

“We should go, now. I’m ok. I woke up! Let’s go.” Steve sounded bossy and dry, a way for making them to follow him outside the building.

He was scared and feeling really insecure of what was probably going to happen, but he needed to leave. And so, he decided to press the button from his suit, not even caring or bothering about the possible consequences of that. He acted selfish, Steve knew it. But he felt pressured, and overwhelmed. He needed to go, leave that place. And so he did it without hesitation.

Once he arrived back to his current timeline, he then noticed that he didn’t end it up on the Avengers compound Base, such as he expected. Instead, he landed on grass. Having a confused frown formed on his face, he then turned on his feet and stared just behind him. There was a house, a little one. And he could not explain exactly why, but it made his heart jump. Then he understood what it could possibly be. Feeling the sudden urge to run, his feet trapped on the floor rapidly, to then approaching to the entry. He walked upstairs towards the door, his pulse getting faster every step he took.

“Y/n?” Steve asked unsure, his heart on his throat.

Suddenly some footsteps approached to the entry, and once he saw her reflection through the glass of the door, his eyes turned cristal. He wasn’t going to look back now, he couldn’t.

“You’re here.” She said, her words sounding soft and little, to then unlocking the door, and opening it for him.

He glanced, she looked way more beautiful than he remembered.

And it was at that moment when he took a step towards her. He placed both his hands on her cheeks, making her to raise her chin, to stare at him in the eyes.

“I missed y-“ Y/n was about to say, but Steve’s lips made her to shut her mouth abruptly.

“I love you.” Steve affirmed, just when their lips got separated, now making her smile. Suddenly, he heard some sounds, it was rapid but little. Footsteps approached fast, and then, he felt how someone grabbed him by one of his legs, making him to immediately lower his head, to look who it was. But once he did, his eyes widened in tears.

“Daddy!” The little boy said, his voice high pitched.

Steve looked at the boy and then to her, then he saw how she carried the one he thought it was his son and placed the boy from around three years old on her arms. Making him to see that she was wearing a shining golden ring on her finger... And it was at that precise moment when he remembered what Tony told him.

“Time is irrelevant in the quentum realm. And if we get the chance to deafest Thanos, will change the future, our timeline... Who knows? Maybe we return back home, and everything’s been changed to better.” Stark explained, unsure of himself while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“...Or worse.” Steve added which made the other man to let out a sigh of tiredness.

The Steve who said that, would have never imagined to be so wrong, but happily, he were.

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smilexcaptainx · 5 years

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Falling Hard | Peter Parker

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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Request: Hiii! I would like this imagine to take place through the plot line of Far From Home. Can you write an imagine with Peter Parker where him and the reader are good friends until the day she realizes that she has fallen for Peter. She’s upset with her feelings because her past relationships always ended terribly. She starts to avoid him, completely confusing him. Whenever he approaches her, she flees away. The opera performance comes and she’s sat in between him and Brad. You can decide from there

A/N: Apologies for the million year delay. Here it is though!

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1.4K

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Peter couldn’t focus on the delicious food that was sitting on the plate in front of him. His mind was focused on the fact that you weren’t present at the dinner that was mandatory for all students on the trip. Peter knew that he wasn’t the only one wondering where you were, the supervisors were curious to where you were at as well.

“Where was she last seen?”‌ peter overheard Mr. Harrington ask his partner. “I mean, she was with us on the tour, wasn’t she?”

Peter nodded as if he was part of the conversation. He only knew you were on the tour because that was when you started acting differently. Normally, you would have been hanging around Peter, pointing out things and making random jokes, but instead, Peter found himself getting avoided by you. At first, Peter thought you were just needed somewhere else, but he soon came to realize that you were purposely keeping away from him.

Mr. Harrington nervously tapped his foot on the ground and checked his watch. He bit his lip.

“The thing is, once everyone is done eating, we’re going to be heading to the opera,” he said, looking around at his students. “we really need to find (Y/N) before everyone finishes eating.”

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell split up and went their separate ways to look for you. In reality, you were just in your hotel room, and Peter knew exactly that.

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You paced around your hotel bedroom, your mind jumbled up with thoughts and worries. You’ve been denying the fact that you were falling for your good friend Peter Parker. Your feelings for him went from neutral to having butterflies around him as well as becoming a stuttering mess around him. You knew that there was a dinner going on downstairs, but you couldn’t go on with seeing Peter’s face again.

You had already been trying to avoid him during the tour. To you, you thought that if you avoided him, you wouldn’t feel the way you felt. It was no use anyways. The thought of Peter got your riled up. You recognized the feelings you had, and you knew it was a crush. Why Peter though? Why him out of everybody? He was going to break your heart, just like your every other guy in your past relationships.

You never had faith in relationships ever since your last boyfriend who cheated on you. It was difficult to accept the fact that you had fallen for Peter, and you had fallen hard. A lard knock came from your door, startling you.

“(Y/N)?‌ Are you in there?”‌ it was Ned. “Um, yeah. If you’re in there, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell want to talk to you.”

Shoot. You had totally forgotten to tell the two teachers that you weren’t going to be attending the dinner. You take a deep breath and walk up to the door. There was a surprise on the other side of the door as you opened it, and it wasn’t the teachers. Ned smiled awkwardly and took a step back, revealing Peter standing behind him with a backpack strap drooped over his left shoulder. You realized that Peter used Ned as bait to get you to leave your room, because he knew that you wouldn’t respond to him.

The exact moment you made eye contact with those gorgeous brown eyes, the butterflies had returned. Immediately, you broke your gaze from his and scurried off.

“Oh, come on (Y/N)!” peter exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. “What did I even do? Whatever I did, I’m sorry! Please, just stop avoiding me!”

Silent was what you stayed.‌ You couldn’t even listen to his voice without your heart racing. Your eyes were glued on the ground, you didn’t even realize the figure in front of you. You ran into someone and fell but got caught. It was Mr. Harrington.

“(Y/N)!” he shrieked in surprise. “There you are!‌ Oh goodness, am I happy to have found you!”

“I-I, yeah, hi.” you replied, brushing yourself off. “Um, Ned, said you needed to talk to me?”

“I was just wondering where you were, but mystery solved!” he said with a smile. “Anyways, we’re all heading down to the opera right now, so let’s get going.”

You knew Peter was only a few steps away so you sped your way ahead of Mr. Harrington. You needed to catch up to the group of students so you could hide from Peter. Mr. Harrington chuckled.

“It seems that (Y/N)’s excited for the opera.”

“No she isn’t,” peter said, passing Mr. Harrington. “she’s just in a hurry to get away from me.”

“Nobody is excited for the opera Mr. Harrington,” ned added, while also passing him. “I don’t even think you’re excited for the opera.”

Mr. Harrington blinked. “Hm, now that I think about it, I guess I’m really not.”

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There were probably five people sat in the theater, and four out of the five were asleep. You already knew this opera was going to be a waste of your time. The only thing you were glad about was that you were part of the group that didn’t have Peter. Brad on the other hand was in it, and you didn’t particularly like Brad, but he thought you did. Brad thought everyone liked him, but in reality, everyone meant no one.

Brad walked into the middle of the aisle and sat down. You sat down beside him. Everyone started filling in the seats on Brad’s side, and people started entering on your side. Peter had barely entered and instantly saw the empty seat beside you. Peter didn’t even hesitate and raced after the seats, shoving through people. It wasn’t long until you heard Peter yelling at everyone to move out of his way. You soon realized that he was going after the seat that was empty.

“Oh crap.”

Peter annoyed a ton of people, but in the end, he was able to get the seat. You turn away from Peter and start a random conversation with Brad. All Brad did was play on his phone though, he couldn’t care less about the conversation at the moment.

“(Y/N), are you ever going to speak to me?”

You ignored him and tried to seem interested in what Brad was doing, but Brad pulled away. The lights lowered and the teachers started shushing everybody. You turn forward and watch the curtains come apart. You could easily see Peter staring at you from the side.

“(Y/N), talk to me.” he said quietly. “I want to why you’ve been avoiding me. Is it someth—”

“SHHHHHHH!” Mr. Harrington shushed Peter from behind. “Some people actually want to watch this opera.”

“I don’t.” you said, standing up from your seat. Peter raised his eyebrows. “I have to go.”

Peter tried to reach for your hand, but you were quick to climb your way out of the aisle. Peter watched as his crush slid her way out away from him. That was it. Peter was done. He was going to find out the reason no matter what. Peter wasn’t slow and climbed out the other way, only to chase you down to the hallway.

“(Y/N)!” you hear Peter call your name in the hallway.‌ You pause in your footsteps. “Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. You’re acting weird and it’s worrying me. I’m sure I’ll understand.”

“No, you won’t understand Peter.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “And why wouldn’t I?”

“Because‌ I’ve fallen for you Peter!”‌ you shouted, turning around toward him. “I’ve fallen in love with you and I don’t know what the hell to do about it!”

Peter stood motionless. Speechless. He had no idea what to respond. The silence was killing you. It finally came to the fact that you had expressed your feelings and was going to get nothing in return.

“I can’t believe‌ I just said that,”‌ you sighed, covering your face in embarrassment. “I can’t be—”

You suddenly felt a pair of hands grab yours. Peter pulled your hands off your face and stared deeply in your eyes. He smiled.

“I know what you can do,” he whispered softly. “kiss me.”

You didn’t even have time to respond until Peter pulled you in by yours hands and smashed his soft lips upon yours. It was magical. Sparks flew everywhere. You couldn’t believe this was happening. The kiss was short and sweet.

“P-Peter,” you licked your lips. “I…”

“I love you too (Y/N),” peter said, laying his forehead against yours. “it seems that you just had the guts to say it first.”

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Don’t Go Away... Please || Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

A/N: I don’t know, y’all. I don’t know. This is from a prompt that I just felt like writing about and I kind of hate it but I don’t. Like I said, I don’t know. Warnings: Cursing, mentions of a creepy ex/stalker/fuck buddy. And, as always, shitty writing... weeeooo! Word Count: 2,440 Prompt: “You guys go on without me.”

Why had you decided to come?

This was such a stupid idea.

You watched as Joe did his best “Have ya met Ben?” for the ten thousandth time in the last hour.

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating.

It felt like ten thousand times though, as you sat idly at the bar, nursing the same drink you’ve had since you first arrived. Almost the minute you got to the club, you were left alone. Joe had latched onto Ben’s arm and began pulling him into the crowd, Lucy had dragged Rami out to dance, and Gwil had given your shoulder a squeeze as he and his fiancé said their goodbyes for the evening.

What you should have done, was follow them out of the club and gone home. You weren’t the sharpest crayon in the box though. Or maybe you enjoyed torturing yourself by watching the scene unfold before you as girls flung themselves at Ben’s feet.

You would never admit it... at least out loud, but you were stupidly in love. It wasn’t a “love at first sight” kind of deal. In fact, when you first met him, you were determined to not feel a thing. Of course he was attractive, any one with eyes could see that. That was precisely the reason you had been so determined. He was just another guy, one who had openly admitted to hating how people saw him for only his looks. As Joe’s best friend, you felt it necessary to not drool all over his other best friend.

You had done so well. Everything was going great, you had been successful in just treating Ben like he was any other person. A great friendship blossomed out of that. Even when he was in England there was hardly ever a lapse in your conversations. Phone calls were frequent, often finding yourself in the grocery store with the phone pressed to your ear. Texting was even more so, mostly stupid gifs you both found funny. It was when you found yourself going through a messy breakup - of sorts, for lack of a better term - that you found yourself thinking of Ben as more.

You definitely wouldn’t say your heart was shattered, far from it. This had been exactly what you wanted, it was why you ended it. Or tried, at least.

What had started out as a casual sex fling turned into an obsession. You had come home from work, shoving your heavy apartment door open with your shoulder while carrying bags of groceries and your phone pressed to your ear. Ben was blabbering on about his latest audition that was somewhere exciting in the world when you spotted all of the boxes stacked in your living room.

“Ben... I think, uhm, I’m gonna need to call you back.”

He hadn’t gotten a word in before you were hanging up and dropping the things onto your table. You looked down at the keys in your hand, remembering having to slide the key into the lock to open it. You also remembered locking up before you left. And, you most definitely didn’t remember boxes being stacked in your living room this morning. The door to your bedroom swung open to reveal your fuck-buddy in all of his naked glory. He was very clearly ready to welcome you home with a quick dance between the sheets but you were far from interested at the moment.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

After quite a bit of yelling - on your part, you finally got him to admit to stealing your key one night and having a copy made. The boxes were most of his belongings. He was moving in. When you insisted that wasn’t what was happening things got a bit... hairy. You found yourself sleeping on Joe’s couch that night, more than grateful he was your neighbour. The cops had to come physically remove the man from your apartment the next morning, along with his things. The super changed your locks the following day. Disaster avoided.

Or so you thought.

Apparently breaking and entering isn’t a huge deal. Neither is stalking. Because almost two weeks later, you came home to the exact same situation. Only this time, as you pounded on Joe’s door, screaming for him to let you in dammit, Ben was the one to pull the door open. You had no idea he was in town and for a moment you forgot about the disaster that awaited you in your apartment. A squeal of excitement left your lips in the form of “Benny!” before you jumped into his arms for a bear hug. You could feel the rumble of laughter in his chest before he put you down and raised a brow. He asked you what you were doing here and as you relayed the long story to him in the door way, his face set into stone.

What surprised you the most was when his arm slung around your neck, pulling you tightly into his side as he strutted you both back across the hall to your apartment. Ben’s a big buy, a bit intimidating too. It wasn’t long before he had the crazy guy locking himself into your bedroom. As instructed, you’d call the police again (a second time that day about the same incident). When they finally arrived and dragged him out, Ben insisted on staying with you. Joe was working on a photoshoot all evening and wouldn’t be back until late, anyways. There wasn’t much room for the both of you to crash on his couch, so Ben insisted on staying on yours.

It was nice, getting to sleep in your own bed without fear of someone busting in. Even if they did, Ben was on your couch to make sure you were safe. It had been a long evening of cooking and watching movies. As you got comfy in your bed you realised that you had never had someone be as caring and kind in the way Ben had been that night. You also realised that he had done a wonderful job in making you laugh, and forget about the crazy guy who insisted he was going to live with you. He’d always been great at making a shit show of a day better. Even when he was an ocean away.

That was when it clicked. Ever since you came to the understanding that you were in love with Ben, you couldn’t unsee it. The small little gestures he did that no guy in your past ever had, like when you’d go out for food and he always picked your favourite spot because he knew you wanted to go without you even having to say so. Or how he’d call and ask about your day, even though his was far more exciting. They were small things but a lot of the time it made it hard to not think that maybe he felt the same way.

And then you come out with them tonight just to watch Joe drag him through the club trying to pick up girls.

The beginning of the evening had been great. Dinner with the cast as they finally got to be in the same place at the same time. Joe had introduced you to his little family on multiple occasions and so you were always excited to see any of them. When they asked you to join them, you’d been more than happy to accept. If you had known tonight would end like this, you wouldn’t have bothered.

You noticed your two best friends making their way towards you, probably for more beer. With a huffed sigh you downed the last of your Guinness and placed the glass back on the bar.

“Y/N!”

They yelled in unison and immediately burst into laughter, claiming they owed each other a coke. Despite yourself, you grinned with a shake of your head. They were such idiots but you loved them both. Maybe differently but still...

“I think I’m gonna head out.”

You were tired of watching their weird episode remake of How I Met Your Mother and just wanted to go home. There were a million new horrible romcoms on Netflix that were calling your name. Not to mention the pint of mint chip buried at the bottoms of your freezer. Tonight you would wallow, and tomorrow you’d be fine again. Tomorrow there would be no feelings for Ben, and you could go back to being best friends. It would be great...

“Nooo, come dance with us! We’re gonna find Lucy and Rami,” Joe declared, clearly feeling the alcohol already.

“You guys go on without me.”

Sliding off your bar stool, you leaned in and kissed Joe’s cheek before patting Ben’s chest as you walked by both of them. You had called a goodbye over your shoulder but with how loud the music was, you were sure that neither of them heard you.

Once the door opened and you were thrust into the bitter chill of the New York evening you sighed. Fresh air, if you could call it that - this was New York City - had been needed. You pulled your jacket a little tighter around yourself and then started down the sidewalk. It was cold but for some reason you felt a walk home was better than climbing into a taxi. Not to mention, it was so much faster to walk... even in heels.

The sound of rushed foot steps started your way and so you shimmied closer to the buildings, getting out of the way of the person in a hurry. It wasn’t until the foot steps slowed and fell in line with your own that you looked up. Your brow furrowed when your eyes came in contact with familiar emerald ones.

“Did you really think I was going to let you walk home alone?”

Ben the over-protector. You only offered him a small smile, amusement clear in your eyes. It was almost a knee jerk reaction, one you regretted as soon as the words left your lips.

“Don’t you have a million girls back there to choose from that you can take home? I’m sure that will end far more exciting for you than this will.”

Was that... bitterness and jealousy? You’re damn right. Did you hate it? Absolutely. Luckily for you, Ben didn’t seem to notice. And if he did, he didn’t care to say so.

“Maybe but the only girl I actually care about getting home safely is you.”

That sounded terrible, as if he didn’t care if those other women made it home safely but, you knew him. You knew that wasn’t what he meant at all. He was just… reassuring you. Which was weird, right?

Trying your best to keep up the appearance of being fine, you bumped your shoulder into his with a faint smirk on your lips.

“How sweet? Mister Ben Jones, an actual knight in shining armour not caring about other women’s safety since 2019.”

He laughed and you wished you could have a full album to listen to that laugh forever.

“You know that’s not how I meant it.”

He was right, you did know that. It wouldn’t have been like you to not make a joke of it though. The amusement dissipated rather quickly though and your somber mood was back. Instead of his laughing playing back in your head, you just kept hearing Joe’s wingman attempts. They would have been hilarious if you weren’t stupidly in love the man he was trying to fling at other women. Ben was the first to notice your mood, if you were honest he probably picked up on it in the club. That was why he was out here. He knew you were upset about something. The revelation only made you feel crappy for pulling him away from his friends and fun. What kind of friend does that? You really were horrible. “I can practically hear you thinking from over here,” Ben announced after who knows how long of walking. His deep voice nearly startled you, but when you looked up at him and saw clear concern in his eyes you forgot about your internal spiral. “I do that sometimes, you should try it.” You were greeted with another laugh and a shake of his head, making his carefully slicked back hair fall forward on his forehead. When his hand came up to push the unruly blonde locks back into place, you had to look away. Thankfully the rest of the walk back to your apartment building was quiet. He spoke again when you finally reach the front door of your place. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Ben. Thanks for walking me home. You really didn’t have to.”

He waved you off, shrugging his shoulders as if ditching the partying and his friends was nothing. Could your heart stop falling for him? Or... could he just stop being so... Ben? You turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, stepping inside. Just as you were about to shut the door, assuming that would be the end of your night, Ben placed his hand on the door to keep it open. With a furrowed brow you looked up at him, silently asking him what he was doing. He didn’t say a word though, just stared at you for what felt like forever before he finally took a step forward. He wasn’t even passed the threshold of your apartment but he was close enough to place both of his hands on either side of your face, and then he was leaning down. Your brain could barely process what was happening before his lips were on yours. You were frozen. Completely frozen. This wasn’t happening. You were dreaming. Clearly you had come home from the club, passed out watching horrible movies and eating ice cream. This was your brains way of coping with the disaster that was your love life. But then he was pulling away and you could see the almost mortified look on his face. He was sputtering something, apologies probably if his bright red face was any indication. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, you couldn’t actually hear him. When he turned to start walking away, you came back to reality. You caught his wrist just before he reached Joe’s apartment door. He turned, apologies once again poised on his lips but you didn’t give him the chance. You surged up onto your toes and pressed your lips to his. Luckily for you, he was much quicker on the uptake than you. Maybe tonight wasn’t your worst idea.

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A mole and stars

Genre: soulmate au, light angst

Words: 2667

Paring: Minseok x reader

Warning!: light swearing

a/n: I miss Minnie :(

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“You sure you want to do that?” Jongdae’s voice held scepticism as he watched his best friend sitting between candles and different herbs, all because he was going crazy for his soulmate. “You know it’s not how it works”

His friend frowned, eyes slitt closed as he mumbled words he thought would lead him to his other half. Minseok was turning 30 in a year and he started to panic because he had no clue about how to find his soulmate, much unlike Jongdae, who sported a big note on his lower calf and ribs. Jongdae knew what his soulmate loved, how to get to them, while Minseok had no clue and was older.

“It needs to work or I’ll be alone forever!” Jongdae shook his head in disbelief. He understood his friend but now things were going to far. Jongdae had heard about soulmates whom saw each others scars, so it scared him, scared him that Minseok would hurt himself just to get to a person he didn't know.

“You won’t. I’ll be here, the rest of your friends will be here”

“That’s not the same..” Minseok opened his eyes, they were shining in the fire, along with his black hair. He looked so sad, Jongdae could feel his heart hurt. It was unfair, Minseok wanted a family but fate seemed to torture him.

“Why don't we go out and meet people. Maybe you can find someone?”Minseok didn't look convinced because he knew he wouldn't meet his soulmate, the only one he wanted to see.

“Smile Minseok! Be happy! There are so many girls looking at you!” Baekhyun cheered, his voice drowning in alcohol and music, his hair now silver. Baekhyun also knew what his soulmate mark was, hair changing almost every week because of it.

Minseok weren't interested in anyone of them, they weren't the one. All smiles only wanted one thing and that was a night. He kept to himself the whole time, almost hissing if someone dared to come close. Around 12 am was he ready to drag both Baekhyun and Jongdae home but a tingly sensation, followed with explosions in his chest made him tense. Minseok’s eyes widened, searching for what he thought might come finally. That’s when a smiling girl, eyes wide and hair beautiful, leaned against the bar, close to him, so close he saw a mark which he never thought about before. His mouth dried up as he gazed at an almost perfectly round brown mark on her left wrist, the exact same place where he had one to.

“Good night, Soo! See ya!” Minseok was frozen as she ran out of the club, leaving him there alone. He realized what happened, who he had seen, so Minseok ran as fast as he could, heart beating in his throat.

He was desperate to find her, but there was so many bodies moving around him, keeping him from finding her. Minseok almost cried as he was pushed around, fighting destiny and humanity. However, it seemed like something wanted him to succeed because he saw her walking down the street. She was far away but he could catch up, he could finally feel whole. Minseok ran after, his skin burning and mind racing. He found her and would never let her go. She turned a corner and that’s when he managed to get a hold of her arm, tears pricking at his sight. She tensed, her eyes terrified as she turned to him and Minseok felt his heart and soul shatter.

“What the hell!?” the girl which he ran after weren't the right one, no mark on her wrist.

“You’re not her..”Minseok’s whole demeanor fell, hope disappearing and stabbing him. He was stupid to believe, his soul was whole, his soul was alone.

“Fucking creep!”the boy sat down against a cold wall, eyes staring empty before him. She had disappeared, phone in hand about to call the cops but Minseok couldn't care less. He let her slip between his fingers and now was she a star in the open sky above his head.

“Good night, Soo! See ya!”you smiled to your friend and he could probably kill you right now, if he got the chance. You left him with some annoying girls and oh how happy you were at his displeasure.

Snickering your way out of the club, you missed the eyes of someone you were connected to and how your mark itched slightly. Everyone seemed to be leaving at the same time, bodies pressing on you. You managed to get out but almost fell if it weren't for..

“Jongdae! I didn't know you were here!” a smile spread over your face as his eyes widened in surprise. Jongdae and you were new friends but you already cherished him, he was important and he was light when life seemed dark.

“Y/n! How’s life gonnin’? Any luck with the soulmate thing?” you shook your head, having once been obsessed with your soulmate but when years passed and friends started to see their marks, you kinda just let it go. If they were your soulmate, they would show up and you couldn't force it, even if it hurt deep inside each time someone came with their mark or soulmate.

“Life’s fine and no soulmate”Jongdae hummed, his gaze scanning for Minseok, never seeing the older but he knew that he had walked out.

“You should meet one of my friends..He doesn't have soulmate mark either but he’s not a chill about it as you”

“I would love to meet him. Bye Jongdae” a quick hug and you were on your way again, a wish in your heart, a wish about a deep connection. You wondered how everyone thought you were so okay with having no mark which could hint at your soulmate, because even if you wore a happy face, you felt empty inside.

Jongdae had tried to talk to Minseok for a week after they had gone out but the latter hid inside his home, not going to work, not doing anything. It worried Jongdae. Something happened that night which made Minseok lose hope and it drowned him in a feeling of loneliness, but Jongdae had to pull him out, he couldn't risk his friends life.

“Y/n..”the only one who could related to Minseok, someone who had moved past fate and choosing her own life, you were Jongdae’s last hope.

“I’m surprised that you date..Most people only chase after their soulmates” Jongin sipped on his coffee, eyes moving over your slouching body. They boy had a special ability to get on your nerves, only to smile and melt all your anger away.

“And most of them are chasing their soulmate. You don't even know how many men I have seen frown when birds don't sing at our first encounter” you kept pressing the keys on your computer, writing a report, which Jongin too should do.

“Still you keep going. I’m impressed..I mean would get a cat or something if I was in your seat” that salty little boy. “Oh maybe I’d move away from humans and embrace the lo-”

“Okay Jongin! I get it! Go do your work before I beat your ass!” he grinned as he already was running from your seat, dodging a pen you threw after him. You like him as a friend, you really do but sometimes you just want to hit his head.

“Oh that annoying little brat! He should lock his door tonight or I’ll-”the buzzing from your phone made your tantrum stop, nose still flared as Jongdae’s name flashed at you.

“Jongade?”

“Y/n could I ask for a favor?” you tensed slightly on your chair, the tone in his voice wrong.

“Of course..is something wrong?”

“I’m fine but do you remember the friend I told you about?”you hummed, relaxing.”Well he isn't doing so the best and I was wondering if you could maybe meet him and help him?Please I worried sick for him”

“Sure, I’ll help. Get him out to Pine Street at around 9 pm..”

“Okay. Thank you so much!”

A sigh escaped your lips as Jongdae hung up. You shouldn't do this, because even if you understand, how in the world could you help them when you too was scared of your missing mark?

“Come on Minseok! She is nice and I promise it will be worth it! Open the door!” Minseok listened as Jongdae banged on his door, pleading him to open it and let him take the older out again.

But Minseok didn't want to, he had come to realize that his own soulmate weren't his. She didn't feel anything when Minseok couldn't breathe. He was meant to be alone. To gaze at the stars, searching for his own path to interlock with someone else's. The clock ticked on and Jongdae didn't quiet down.

“Minseok please!Just come out again..I’m scared” his heart shattered at the words of his friend, never wanting to be the cause of pain but he had to protect himself, right?”Minseok!”

The sound of a lock being opened made Minseok tense, his hand resting on the door hadel. He had done it in a haze of survival and maybe, just maybe did he want to get out again.

“Thank good”Jongdae was dragging the older away the second his door closed again.

The car ride was silent as Minseok tried to remember where he was going or who he was meeting but couldn't. His eyes found the few stars which shone even in the city lights, a soft tune of music putting him in trans. Jongdae glanced to his side from time to time, seeing Minseok’s face lighting up for a moment, drowned in shadows the next.

“Her name is Y/n, she’s a friend of mine and will understand you better than anyone else”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit” you walked in circles, scratching at the mole on your wrist. You were regretting this, scared that you would say something which made everything worse, because your experience weren't their experience. Even if you and them were in the same situation, would your feelings be different. You shouldn't have done this..

“Goddamnit..” but you couldn't back out either, you were stuck.

Defeated, you sat down on the ground, grass tickling the small amount of skin which were exposed by your ankle. Eyes found the sky and you could see the stars, not just the brightest. It was like looking at a sky filled with sparkles, millions and millions. This spot was special because it was the only one in the city where you could see them all. Hopefully it would help in some way.

“Why Jongdae?”

“Because she is like you and she asked me to take you here..”Minseok stared in disbelief at the path which went deep into a patch of tight grown trees. They were in a overgrown park somewhere closer to a river which made its way through concrete.

“This is not funny..”Jongdae pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes weary but he could trust you. “Wait I’ll call her..”

So that's what he did, getting his relief as you told to just send his friend down the path, that you were in a small clearing which no-one could miss. And Minseok listened, walking down dirt even when he really didn't want to. He felt hair stand on his body as he saw a figure sitting down on the grass. Maybe he would be murdered now, he didn't know this person and he started to believe Jongdae didn't either. He cleared his throat, tensing at the same time as the figure flinched.

But something happened as he watched more, waiting for you to turn. His mole started to itch and he could feel how his body started to boil, how his heart lightened again. Minseok didn't like it because it meant hurt. You turned at the sound of their arrival, fingers dragging over the oddly round mark one last time.

“Oh..Hello I’m Y-” Minseok couldn't believe his eyes. They locked with the girl who had laughed in the bar.

It was ironic, how a bird sang even when it was evening. You couldn't believe what was happening, never having given the mole on your wrist more thought but now, now it was painfully mocking you. You saw stars in his eyes and the feeling of not being alone anymore made you cry. Everything was overwhelming and your brain wouldn't funktion. Did you really find him? Where he really yours? Minseok too felt like he couldn't comprehend, his hope burning bright through his eyes. You were his and now he weren't alone anymore but you were crying and dark ideas circled in him.

“I’m sorry..Not what you were hoping for?” the question was ss funny, so funny you laughed through tears, because you had asked the same every time a date looked disappointed.

“Th-that’s n-not it” you stammered out, palms trying to dry the wetness on your cheeks.”I just can't believe you're actually here..”

And Minseok was before you in a second, his embrace warm as he hugged you close. He bit at his lower lip to not sob, his chin resting on top of your head as you shook in his arms. This can't be real, how in the world did he actually find you with nothing?

“Shh it’s okay..I’m here and I’m never leaving..”Minseok mumbled and you exhaled, relaxing enough to peer up at his cat like eyes. The melted into the black sky over your heads but for some reason, you knew his eyes were more than just one color.

“What’s your name?” a small smile played on his lips, not displaying his gummy grin to the fullest just yet.

“Minseok”

“Y/n..My name’s Y/n” his hair fell over his forehead and you wanted to thread your fingers through the soft locks, to feel him forever close.

Minseok isn't sunlight like Jongdae, he’s the stars which shine the brightest in the dark and the most beautiful occurrence in the world to you. Your hands left the fabric of his shirt, where they had clenched hard, wandering down like feathers to his left wrist. You found the mole there, an insignificant little mark you never thought would lead you to him, to the one.

“How long have you had it?”you whispered out, thumb dragging over your newfound soulmate mark.

“Since I was born…”you gazed up at him again, heart in your throat as he watched your lips with fire in his eyes. You were his fate, he was yours.

“Me too..”you never thought that you would have been destined with someone the day you were born, you were the one with no mark to others who had gotten theirs in their teens. When in fact you had never been without your mark, it was always there.

“Who would have thought that my mark was my mole?”you smiled with newfound tears in your eye as Minseok did the same. He had dreamt about you and now he had you.

“I found you” he pushed hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek.”Are you mine?”

You nodded at him, breathing deepening as Minseok moved closer. You soon felt his breath on your lips and couldn't wait for him, so you took the last steep, crushing your mouth against his, life filling you to the brim. Minseok thrived in the way you moved like you were made for him and only him. He would no longer be alone because even when you were apart, his soul was yours, like yours were his.

“I want the rest of my forever with you” he mused between kisses and warmth. Minseok couldn't wait for the future now, who could when the right one finally came along.

“I want to spend it with you too”

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Part of the Company Part 5 (Thorin x reader)

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word count: 3332

Warnings: None

A/N: A million billion thanks to the amazing @jezzula for helping me edit (seriously, you’re the best, ily)! We’re still on a bit of a slow burn here, but you’ll have to see how much longer that lasts... *evil cackling* Gif is not mine! Translations are from https://islenthatur.wordpress.com/welcome/

Enjoy!! I love you all!!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

I did not like this bag. It was itchy, it was restrictive, it was currently impeding me from going on a murderous rage, and just an overall 1/10 experience, to say nothing of our impending fate of being eaten. I wouldn’t recommend it. To be fair, I wasn’t on the spit yet, but being under a pile of dwarves wasn’t much better.

“Don’t bother cooking them. Let’s just sit on them and squash them into jelly.” Now, that sounded like a thoroughly unpleasant prospect.

“They should be sautéed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.” At least with that idea my death wouldn’t be wholly unstylish. Points for artistic creativity to that troll.

“Ooh, that does sound quite nice.” The dwarves were grumbling and complaining about the situation, but I had tuned them out in the hopes of hearing something useful.

“Never mind the seasoning; we ain’t got all night!” Oh? This could be interesting. “Dawn ain’t far away, so let’s get a move on. I don’t fancy being turned to stone.” Definitely interesting. Now I just had to get out from under a pile of dwarves and stall the trolls. As it just so happened, Bilbo had the same idea as I did, and he was on top of the pile.

“Wait! You’re making a terrible mistake!” Bilbo called.

“You can’t reason with them, they’re half-wits!”

“Half-wits? What does that make us?” Somehow, after more than a century with dwarves, it never failed to surprise me how thick-skulled dwarves could be. Bilbo hopped up in his sack, turning to the trolls.

“Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning.” There we go - stalling tactics.

“What about the seasoning?” The trolls’ interest was piqued, especially the one only one who seemed to have any sort of taste buds.

“Well have you smelled them? You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.” He definitely wasn’t wrong, and I chuckled at the thought. The dwarves, on the other hand, didn’t find it quite as funny.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?”

“Shut up and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk.”

“Uh, the.. the secret to cooking dwarf is, um--” Uh oh. He was freezing up under the scrutiny. Admittedly, for one unaccustomed to such demands, he was doing a decent job. But a decent job could still get us all killed.

“Yes? Come on.”

“It’s, uh”

“Tell us the secret.” The trolls were impatient, and we were running out of time.

“Ye-yes, I’m telling you, the secret is…” Come on, Bilbo, you can do it! “... to skin them first!” Apparently not. That was definitely not the life-saving stalling tactic I’d been hoping for.

“Tom, get me the filleting knife,” the troll said, holding out a hand, as the dwarves breathed out threatenings in Bilbo’s direction. I was too shocked to say anything immediately, and by the time I could more action was unfolding. I probably would have laughed at how nervous he was… if I wasn’t so directly involved in the situation.

“What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.”

“He’s right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf!” One of the monsters grabbed Bombur’s sack, lifting it towards his mouth. “Nice and crunchy.”

“Not-- not that one, he--he’s infected!” This idea actually had some potential.

“You what?”

“Yeah, he’s got worms in his… tubes.” That seemed to do the trick - the troll tossed Bombur back onto the pile, and I could practically see the light bulb go off in Bilbo’s head. Unfortunately, this meant that the already limited oxygen in my lungs got forced out abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath for a moment. Breathing hurt, but I couldn’t tell if something was wrong or if it was just the result of the weight piled on top of me.

“In-in fact they all have. They’re infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business - I wouldn’t risk it. I really wouldn’t,” Bilbo said, gaining confidence as he went on.

“Parasites? Did he say parasites?”

“We don’t have parasites! You have parasites!”

“What are you talking about, laddie?”

The dwarves were quite vocal about how much they absolutely did not have parasites. In any other situation it would have been laughing, but here it could prove fatal.

“He’s right!” I shouted over the grumpy dwarves, forcing myself not to gasp at the pain in my chest. “They’ve got a massive infestation. I’ve been traveling with them for a year now - I should know!”

“And you don’t?” The troll raised an eyebrow

“I’m a girl! It’s a well known fact that girls don’t get parasites!”

Thorin seemed to get the message and shot me a look before kicking the others in the pile.

That seemed to jolt them into an understanding, which thankfully diverted the trolls’ attention from the fact that it would indeed make me edible, which I had realized too late.

“I’ve got parasites as big as my arm!”

Mine are the biggest parasites! I’ve got huge parasites!” Ever the competitive one, Kili’s parasites just had to be the biggest. There was no way I was going to let him forget it.

“We’re riddled!”

“Yes, I’m riddled!”

“Yes, we are! Badly!” I was never going to let any of them live this exact moment down.

“What would you have us do, then? Let ‘em all go?” This troll came to stand before Bilbo, and his tone indicated that he was catching on. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“Well…”

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to?” The troll emphasized his point by poking the poor hobbit. “This little ferret is taking us for fools!”

“Ferret?”

“Fools?” Both hobbit and troll sounded indignant at the other troll’s insult. All of a sudden, Gandalf stepped out onto a large rock and relief flooded through my system.

“The dawn will take you all!” The whole company seemed to take a breath in relief at the wizard’s appearance.

“Who’s that?” one of the trolls asked.

“No idea.”

“Can we eat ‘im too?”

In an instant that seemed to freeze in time, Gandalf lifted up the staff before slamming it down onto the ground, causing the rock to split in two. Light flooded the clearing and the trolls tried to shield their eyes as slowly their skin seemed to turn to drying clay. With a final growl, they hardened in place, frozen forever as stone statues.

Cheers went up from the grinning dwarves and I laughed giddily. Even Thorin cracked a smile. We were safe now.

“Oh, get your foot out of my back!” Dwalin grumbled loudly.

Bilbo and Gandalf got the first of the dwarves’ scratchy burlap prisons untied, and the dwarves moved to help the others. Once the pile was cleared from off the top of me, Kili bent to cut open the sack while Fili did the same for his uncle. Several set to getting the dwarves off the spit after putting out the fire from below them.

“Are you alright?” Thorin was at my side as soon as we were both free, scanning me for injuries as he poked and prodded my abdomen. I wasn’t about to tell him I had messed up my ribs - he was too concerned for me already

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” I insisted, but when he hit one of my ribs, I couldn’t keep from flinching. “Ahhhh. I think I might have bruised a rib or two when Bombur landed on us.”

“Oin!” he called out, worry coloring his tone.

“Thorin, I’ll be fine,” I tried to reassure him. “Really, there’s nothing he can do for a bruised rib.”

“What is it you need, laddie?” Oin approached.

“It’s Y/N’s ribs - she thinks she bruised them when the troll dropped Bombur back onto the pile.” Thorin’s hand was still on my arm, warm and steady.

“I’m sorry to say it, but there’s naught to be done for a rib injury, Thorin.” Oin gestured helplessly. “I can get ya something for the pain when we get a camp set up, lassie.” With another shrug, he turned back to where the other dwarves were.

“Told you so,” I said, breathing as shallowly as possible as I wrapped an arm protectively around myself. “Seriously though, I’ll be alright. It’s nothing a little time won’t fix. Though I think a few more days off firewood collecting duty wouldn’t go amiss.” Thorin chuckled, and I laughed a little before flinching at the pain it caused. This was definitely not going to be a comfortable few days on the road.

“I think we can find a way to ensure that.” His hand still rested on my arm, and the other came up to brush a piece of hair away from my face. He was so close, and I wished desperately that he would just lean a little closer… Whoa, kiddo… Hold your horses, there. I knew full well nothing would ever come of my feelings for Thorin, especially since I wasn’t even from Middle Earth. Gandalf thumping one of the trolls’ foreheads with a satisfied look on his face brought us abruptly out of… whatever that was. “I must speak to Gandalf. Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“I’ll be fine, worrywart.” I sent him off with a wave and a reassuring smile. He nodded once and turned to Gandalf. Once his concerned gaze left me, I sank down onto a convenient log, holding my ribs in a vain attempt to keep them from moving.

“Y/N? What happened?” A concerned Fili quickly made an appearance at my side, with Kili not far behind him. I tried to wave them off, not keen to have more people worrying and fussing over me. A grumpy, overprotective, sweet king was more than enough. By the valar, I’m hopeless, I thought, rolling my eyes at my mental description of Thorin.

“It’s nothing time won’t heal. I’m fine. Go worry about Bilbo.”

“Are you sure?” Kili’s wide-eyed puppy dog look would’ve had anyone else melting.

“Yes!” I snapped. It wouldn’t work on me today. They held up their hands in meek surrender, backing off to go find the hobbit. I’d have to apologize later.

“You lot, on your feet. We’re going looking for the troll’s cave.” There was grumbling at the order, there always was when the company had to get up, but they rose nonetheless.

“Up you get.” Thorin extended a hand to me when he was within reach, his voice gentler than it had been a moment ago.

“Do I have to?” I tried Kili’s tactic of puppy-dog eyes, not wanting to move just yet.

“We have to keep moving, my azaghâl (warrior).” Apparently I wasn’t as adept at it as Kili was. “I wish I could give you more than that.”

“Fine,” I sighed dramatically. “Help me up, then.” With a mischievous grin, he lifted me carefully in his arms and started walking back toward our horses.

“Put me down, you ridiculous dwarf!” I smacked him playfully on the shoulder. “My legs are still perfectly functional.”

“You didn’t really think I’d be so cruel as to make you walk all the way to your horse after making you get up, did you?”

“I know better than to expect anything from the Heir of Durin. Anything but trouble, that is,” I teased affectionately, feeling the rumble of his laughter in his chest.

“If you hadn’t gone and injured yourself, I’d be seriously considering dropping you right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I suppose I’ll let you off with a warning this time. After all, what would Dis say?” He set me down next to Obsidian just long enough to pick me up by my waist and lift me onto the horse’s back. “Can you manage to stay on him on your own?”

“I’ll be fine, Thorin,” I reassured him. “Let’s just find that troll cave so I can sleep.” With a nod, he turned to lead company, the rest of which had remained on foot.

I just can’t leave you alone for ten minutes, can I? Obsidian’s gaze seemed to ask me as the dark-haired dwarf looked over his shoulder at my repeatedly. He’s worried about you.

“Hush, Dian. He worries about everyone in the company.”

Not like how he worries about you.

“Oh please, he’s a king. Thorin could never think of a commoner like that, let alone me.”

Obsidian flicked his ears in disagreement, but dropped the subject.

It wasn’t long before the cave was found. Reeking like nothing else I’d ever smelled certainly helped lead us to it.

“‘Stay out here.’ ‘Don’t get off the horse.’” I mimicked, complete with obnoxious expressions. “Ugh. Dwarves.”

You’re the one who likes him. Obsidian rattled his mane at me.

“Oh, be quiet. It doesn’t matter anyways.”

I would have much rather been exploring the troll hoard than stuck outside doing nothing as Thorin had insisted. On the other hand, I was grateful for the fresh air. Even from out here, I could smell a little of what the inside must’ve smelled like, and it wasn’t pleasant.

“We’re makin’ a long term deposit,” Gloin explained himself to Dwalin, who was making a face at their digging.

“Let’s get out of this foul place. Come on, let’s go!” Thorin’s commanding voice rang out, but the dwarves kept burying their treasure. “ Bofur! Gloin! Nori!” Reluctantly, they stood, kicking a last spray of dirt before they obeyed Thorin.

The king himself came towards me, a new sword and bow in hand.

“Find anything interesting?”

“An elvish sword and an elvish bow caught my eye. I wondered if you might like to have the bow?” He extended the bow to me to examine. I took it, awed by the fine workmanship.

“Thorin, this is incredible! Thank you.” I reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder in gratitude. He smiled at my enthusiasm, lifting his hand to cover mine. I would’ve hugged him if he wouldn’t have had a fit the moment I tried to get off the horse.

“I’m glad you like it.” His fingers intertwined with mine. “I hope it serves you well.” A sudden commotion of wildlife in the trees had us tensing up.

“Thorin? What do you think that is?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, dropping my hand to draw his sword before alerting the company. “Something’s coming!”

“Gandalf!”

“Stay together! Hurry now! Arm yourselves,” Gandalf rallied the dwarves, jogging together into the trees. I laid an arrow on my new bowstring, ready for whatever would come.

A sled drawn by rabbits came crashing through the trees toward us. The scruffy, brown-clad figure pulled them to a stop by us.

“Thieves! Fire! Murder!” He shouted. That was never something reassuring to hear from someone you didn’t know.

“Radagast! Radagast the Brown!” Gandalf warmly greeted the new person. Since Gandalf relaxed, the rest of us relaxed too, content to trust Gandalf. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong.”

“Yes?” That didn’t sound like good news at all.

Radagast opened his mouth, making as if to speak, only he didn’t. His mouth closed again, before repeating several times, as though he’d forgotten what he was about to say.

“Oh, just give me a minute. Um… Oh, I had a thought, and now I’ve lost it. It was… it was right there - on the tip of my tongue!” He curled his tongue, making an odd face as Gandalf’s brows drew together. “Oh, it’s not a thought at all - it’s a silly old…” He paused briefly as the grey wizard pulled a bug out of his mouth. “Stick insect!” Radagast finished.

That was definitely not the “impressive wizard” image that Gandalf seemed to carefully cultivate, and I could tell that the dwarves were more than confused by it. I think Gandalf could tell, for he led Radagast a little ways away so that they could discuss their “wizard business” in private.

“Am I allowed down now?”

“I’ve a feeling something is coming. I would feel better if you stayed up there for now.”

“Thorin, you realize that I can defend myself, right?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Of course you can, I taught you myself.”

“Then why don’t you trust me to do it?” I’m sure my eyes betrayed something of what I felt, and his eyes softened immediately.

“I do, Y/N. I do trust you.” He set one of his hands on my knee, as if urging me to understand something. “I just… I can’t risk losing you.”

“You won’t lose me, Melhekhul! (my king) I simply wish to be more helpful than I can be here.”

“Normally, I would agree with you, but you’re injured right now, and I have a bad feeling that something is on its way. Something dangerous.” This memory of the movie was coming back to me, and he was right - wargs were coming.

“I suppose you have a point.” I dropped my eyes from his gaze. After all, he was right, and it was obvious that he was being careful because he cared and not to try to annoy me.

A howl split the air, a little ways in the distance, making my hair stand on end. Obsidian’s ears flicked back and forth as he pranced around uneasily.

“Was that a wolf? Are there -- are there wolves out there?” Bilbo looked up suddenly, clearly on edge.

“Wolves? No, that is not a wolf.” Bofur answered him

“Thorin, look out!” I shouted when I saw a warg appear above us. It leapt down, but Thorin quickly struck it with Orcrist, killing it instantly. While his sword was still stuck in the warg’s corpse, another one showed its ugly head on the other side. Kili got off a shot at it, and it fell close to Thorin, but it wasn’t dead yet. I took a shot at it, my arrow piercing directly through its eye and into its brain at the same moment that Dwalin hit it hard with an axe.

“Warg-Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.” Thorin said urgently as he freed his sword.

“Orc pack?”

“Don’t worry, Bilbo, we’ll protect you,” I assured him, hoping to be able to make good on that.

“Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?”

“No one,” Thorin answered the wizard’s query.

“Who did you tell?” I could see where Gandalf’s urgency came from - somebody was after us, and somehow they had to have learned of our quest.

“No one, I swear,” Thorin insisted. “What in Durin’s name is going on?”

“You’re being hunted.” At those words, Thorin moved closer to me, as though attempting to stand between me and the danger we could not see.

“We have to get out of here.”

“We can’t! We have no ponies; they bolted.” If I were a horse, I definitely would’ve bolted as well. I was lucky that Obsidian hadn’t, though the pony was a brave one. His muscles were taut, his ears pinned flat, but he hadn’t run.

“I’ll draw them off,” Radagast offered.

“These are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun you,” Gandalf pointed it out as though it were obvious.

“These are Rhosgobel Rabbits. I’d like to see them try.” The Brown Wizard smirked, taking it for a challenge.

“I’ll help draw them off.” I nudged Obsidian forward a couple of steps.

“No, I forbid it.”

“Thorin, I could be helpful. If you insist that I stay on Obsidian, then at least let me help.”

“Did you not hear Gandalf? These are Gundabad Wargs.”

“So what? Not even a Gundabad Warg can outrun a pony. And I’ve got a bow and plenty of arrows.” He was hesitating - my logic was wearing down his opposition, if only because the number of options was limited.

“Alright. But don’t take unnecessary risks, do you understand me?”

“Thorin, I’ll be fine. Now let’s go before they find us.”

Muahahaha... Gotta love cliffhangers, right? Hope you enjoyed!

Part Six

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arcadefloorvibes · 6 years

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Dear tumblr

For some of you (I hope not) this a dream come true, because this is the last ever leadership camp post about camp

For some of you this is a living nightmare

Because it's the last post about being on a leadership camp for three days with my crush

That's right

Leadership camp day 3 (End)

This story does have a happy ending, I swear!

@cubedtriangle I hope you enjoy the final massive detailed text post about my three day camp, skipping the survey filling out though because that was boring

Okay, here we go

Wake up early because I didn't sleep well due to shock that we had decided to exchange details, begin packing my sleeping bag that never wants to get packed up, give up after fifteen minutes and meet Laurie in the hall

Walk to dining area and look at the chess set

"The second we have a moment, we should try to play again." I say

"Absolutely."

Also to everyone out there

This is where I can't tell if we're being playfully friendly or flirty

Serious I can't tell

Breakfast. Literally just toast because I'm not fond of cereal (don't judge me)

Tai chi leadership camp style

"Before we begin," The leader with the massive spiderman onesie said "for some of you this is the best day ever, because it's the last Tai chi leadership camp style ever, for some of you this is your worst nightmare, because this is the last Tai chi leadership camp style ever."

It finally sunk in that I would never spend so much time with anyone in this group like this ever again

No more Tai chi leadership camp style

No more noisy dinners

No more sitting in a football match with Laurence drawing imposdible shapes and reading Illuminae

I yelled everything loud enough to make me feel good but not so loud I drown out everyone else

Also we lost Hour of Power Embarrassing Yourself To Earn Points For The Glory Of Being The Best Team

We scored 1460 points

The winner scored 5380 points

No, I don't know how

Break time to pack but we already finished packing so chill time

Fucking sleeping bag took forever though

Graduation planning

I don't have to do a speech but I'm in charge of slideshows

*grumbling* which would be done really soon if people actually gave me the fucking photos and legit song suggestions

To anyone out there, there was a song recommendation that I am suspicious about because of both the person and the text itself

The text is exactly "Deffo famous by mason Ramsey 🤣"

One this person is a massive joker and two I've listened to the song and I don't find it funny so why is there the emoji on the end

Please someone explain I'm confused

Most song recommendations have come from Laurie and I trust his song choices

Livin' on a Prayer (song that was playing on the bus)

Viva la vida (which I originally thought was a Ricky Martin song but I messed up the name and it's not it's Livin la vida loca for the Ricky Martin

And of course

Some

BODY ONCE TOLD ME

It would be Laurie if that didn't come up at some point

That was the first song he ever sang comfortably in front of me even though he hates singing in pub---

HOLD THE FUCK UP

But the important part of the day which you should remember for later

Compliment cards

They are exactly what they sound like except that person has to have one or more of these four traits(?)

Spirit

Courage

Unity

Commitment to Learning

I gave one girl a commitment to learning because she wasn't on the first camp and has had to work hard to keep up with us

And I wrote on for Laurence

I wrote him a Spirit because he does bring a lot of energy into everything he does and makes me and everyone else smile without being one of the noisy ones and I also wanted to give him one I had been planning this since the last camp

He wrote two one which he gave to another girl and ran out of time before he could finish the other

First things first, is the chess board free?

"YO GUYS THERE'S MUFFINS!"

Fuck the chess board then

We walk over to the dining halk and I am no longer hungry when I see the huge crowd of people

I don't like having to push past people or go into huge rooms of people for food

This is bad because I will actually sacrifice food instead of going through a huge crowd

Laurie clearly does not care though

Coming out a few minutes later triumphantly carrying his muffin, he hands me a muffin

Choc chip by the way, which I did mention to him is my favourite

"Here, I got you one." "Thank you!"

A million things are going through my head

"Did he get this specific muffin for me because he knows I like it? Or was it a coincidence? Is this a friendly thing or does he like me back AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

This does solidify my idea to lend him Illuminae book one

Now to any bookworm out there and to anyone who has a bookworm friend, hardcovers are the freaking greatest

My mom and I have been trying to make the village library from "beauty and the beast" moving ladders and all with hardcovers for years so I am very protective over them

I have Illuminae which is equal favourite to Maze Runner in HARDCOVER

I dont give those to just anyone

We sit down with our muffins and watch the chess game

That's right

There were two other people who actually play chess on camp!

YAY

There were also the two girls who didn't know and referred to pawns as "prawns"

I get it, you've never played buT WHEN IT'S READ STRAIGHT OFF THE INSTRUCTIONS

breathe

*inhale* say it correctly please

We both did the GIF above at those two

Also we saw them say it while looking at the instructions

Now back to the story

I have the special glasses that activate sunglasses if they sense sunlight

Which is annoying when you walk inside a dark room after being outside for a while because it's not instantaneous

Laurie has noticed this and pointed it out a few times

During this particular viewing of chess, I had sat in a spot that had sunlight directly hitting my glasses making it kind of hard to see when your whole word has gotten six shades darker than it's supposed to be

When he offered me his hat.

You know, the one that he pretty much never takes off unless we're doing loads of running or jumping

That hat seems to have the exact same value as my books to him

And he's offering it to me

I said yes because it would be rude not to

He probably would never had asked for it back unless I offered it back because I wore that hat for a solid hour

Again, friendly or flirty? I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK

AAAAAH REBLOG TIME!

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met4n0i4 · 4 years

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Let's manifest already, guys! Are you ready for it?

Guys, I'm really glad some of you are somehow getting a hold of it. But I'm sensing like a lot of people are not getting it quite right. This has to be addressed ASAP. I want you to get it right already. I want you to feel some real changes in LESS than a week. It can be done! It's actually easy. All you have to do is make your best to understand what I'm going to write about next.

I want you to focus on one single concept for a while. I want you to really really really understand resistance. Imagine that the red energy ball in the gif is a negative spell you put out there. And the blue ball is a positive spell that contradicts it. The crash in the middle, that's the resistance.

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See, all that time I've been suggesting exercise and techniques, all I'm really trying to do is teach you how to reduce resistance. We want to get to a point where there's no red ball of fire so that our blue spells can go out there and work their magic without interruptions.

But, this doesn't seem to be happening as much as I'd like it to. See, I feel like some people are introducing more resistance to the equation when they try to correct their thoughts or transmute energy. This is something that happens often. And since there's a lot of perfectionist in here, this seems to be happening more than often.

See, I can give you a zillion techniques to release resistance but some people are just experts at adding resistance to EVERYTHING. So the trick does not relay on the technique. The trick relays on you understanding how resistance feels, how non resistance feels, and how releasing resistance feels like, too. And since I'm not all that good with words, I'll try to explain with some GIFS. So, this is how **resistance** feels.

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Can you just see in their faces how this people are having a negative thought in that exact moment? Their bodies are just expressing the resistance they are feeling. Now, this of course are exaggerated examples. But you probably now can identify that resistance feeling. When you feel resistance, something is not going the way you'd want to. Or at least that's what you *think*.

But now let's understand the opposite feeling. One where nothing is pushing back on us. This is how **zero resistance** feels like.

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And what we are trying to do is go from **resistance** to **no resistance**. I think you get that now, don't you? There's a million ways to release resistance. We in here work with two in particular. Stopping negative thinking. And transmuting negative accumulated energy. In my opinion, those are necessary and the best if you want to stop resistance on its tracks and just get rid of it in the future.

The problem is, that no matter what technique you use, there's people who will always find a way to add resistance to it. See, there's people doing yoga who are releasing resistance, and people who are doing yoga and adding resistance. There's people jogging who are releasing resistance while doing it and people who are doing yoga and adding resistance while doing it.

Most of us have resistance and want to go to a place of zero resistance. But you don't go from one to the other just like that. That's why I told you from the beginning that you can't feel rich just right about now. You can get there by releasing resistance little by little. This down here are examples on how **releasing resistance** feels like.

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Can you feel it? Releasing resistance is the feeling you get when your favorite character in 'The Walking Dead' survives a zombie horde. Releasing resistance is the feeling you get when you win the lottery after you've been in debt for years. Releasing resistance is the feeling you get when you discover that the message your boyfriend received is not from another girl, but his mom's.

I call it **relief**. That's the word that vibes more to me. When I've been having thoughts of *I'm poor*, and suddenly flip them to *I'm rich as fuck,* what I experience is relief.

So, how do you know if you are successfully correcting a thought? Because you'll feel relief. You'll feel your muscles relaxing a bit. You'll feel like your breathe becomes deeper. Maybe you'll even sigh. A good sigh that is. But, if you are doing it wrong, you'll experience resistance. You'll feel your muscles tensing. You'll feel your breathe becoming shallower. You might even stop breathing for a second or two.

So, the answer lies in your body, you musical instrument. How is it reacting to you energy transmutation? How is it reacting to your new spells? How is it reacting to your any practice you are doing in order to manifest?

See, the exercise I gave you are the best. Don't want to brag but they are. The problem is some of you are adding resistance to the process. How? Like this...

[Efforting!](https://i.redd.it/iuu3ua0e3rr51.gif)

Yep, I think you are trying too hard and by trying too hard you are adding resistance where there shouldn't be any. See, Cartman ain't very non resistant in the gif, is he?

So, from now on. I want you to do your manifestation exercises with a little bit more knowledge than you had before. The name of the game is **releasing resistance**. You need to asses what kind of technique need to be used for each situation. Sometimes you'll need to change thoughts, some others it would be better to plain and simply transmute energy. Other times you'll find love spells the best or power spells. It always depend on what the resistance is.

When I talked about detox I mentioned a one or two day depression. More than that only means you are adding resistance to your exercises. See, if you were actually releasing resistance, you'd be feeling better by now. Some people feel rich by releasing resistance about money for a day!!! Maybe you need some training but you definitely can do it in a week. I want you to have those manifestation dreams already. I want you to have those vibes going on already. I want you to manifest asap!

So, ok. I decided to start the closed sub. And I want to start it right away!!! I want people who want to manifest money. So I'm only looking for people whose main problem is finances. We will not be addressing any other issue in the closed group. So just apply if you find money your most hot problem right now.

To apply, please answer the following questions in the comments. Your answers will just let me know if you already understand the basics or not. They don't have to be perfect but I don't really want to explain everything from the beginning. As I told you, I already want to start. I want people manifesting money asap! So, if you are interested, down there are the questions. If not, then don't worry. Keep asking and I'll do my best to keep answering.

Succesful releasing resistance!!!

Love, Gato.

*Questions*

1. *What is the main purpose of any technique?*

2. *If someone suffered from a 'broken heart' recently, what kind of spells would benefit that person the most?*

3. *Explain depression in terms of resistance and spells.*

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 8 years

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With You By My Side - Seven

A/N: I am now finished writing this series. There will be in all ten parts, and I will try and post every day, but I make no promises. Thank you to everyone that has liked, reblogged or commented on this series. I loved writing it, and it keeps me motivated to read all of your kind words. Special thanks to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader. Jared x Genevive

Warnings: This is pure fluff.. All the way. I got cavities writing this.

Wordcount: 2731

Catch up HERE

*not my GIF*

“What?” you whispered in disbelief.

“Marry me..” he repeated a little more confident this time.

“We can't get married, Jay!” you exclaimed, shooting out of the bed. “I can't make any plans for the future when I don't know how long it’ll be. I can be gone within a year.” You paced the floor, running a hand through your hair.

“All I know is that I want to be with you, for as long as I can. I don't want to waste anymore time (YN), I want you, and I have wanted you for years now. Take this leap with me,” he pleaded, placing two strong hands on your shoulders, making you look into those emerald orbs of his. Before you could say anything he was down on one knee in front of you, looking up at you. “I love you, more than I ever thought possible. You are an amazing woman (YN), and you make me a better man. You have been there to support, encourage and motivate me for years, and you always manage to put a smile on my face. Will you (YN) (YLN) make me the luckiest man in the world and spend the rest of your life with me?” he finished with a smile.

“Are you really serious about this?” you asked carefully.

“Yes.”

“Then, Mr. Ackles, I would be a fool to turn you down.” you said with a wide grin.

Jensen got to his feet and wrapped his arms around you and lifted you from the ground to spin you around a couple of times before he sat you back down, kissing you deeply. Never in a million years had you imagined that you could be this happy, especially considering the circumstances.

“But you know, if this thing in Germany works, you'll be stuck with me for life,” you teased.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again, deep and passionately.

The next couple of weeks flew by. You had talked to the clinic in Germany and had Dr. Hansen send over all your files, there had been quite a few calls back and forth, but you were now ready to go and get your first treatment.

The doctor assigned to you, Dr. Bauer, seemed like a nice man. He had sent you all the information you needed as well as walked you through the treatment step by step. This first time was a little more extensive than the other treatments would be since you had to insert a new access port in your thigh, which would be done on day one along with some PET scans and MRI’s. The chemotherapy itself would take three days, which was what you were used to, but for this you had to stay in bed at the clinic all three days. The side effects were minimal since this kind of treatment were designed to attack only the cancer cells and not your entire body. Although he sounded very positive he made sure to remind you that this is still experimental and that you shouldn't get your hopes up too much, but they would know after just a month if it would work or not.

You and Jensen arrived in a cab from the airport at the Hufeland clinic early monday morning. It was a modern looking building almost in the middle of nowhere with great nature surrounding it. The sun was shining down on the beautiful garden in front of the main building, the area so quiet that you could hear the bees buzzing from flower to flower.

Jensen squeezed your hand as you followed a friendly nurse, first into the room that would be yours and then to meet with Dr. Bauer before you got prepped for surgery.

It was five long days in in the Hufeland clinic before you were allowed to go home, or maybe it just felt long because you knew what was waiting for you back home.

Because of your situation you and Jensen had decided to get married as soon as possible, with as little fuss as possible. The two of you had found this small, beautiful church just outside of Austin where you were gonna get married the day after you returned from Germany. Things were happening so fast your head was spinning, but you wanted this, you wanted to marry Jensen and you wanted it to be only yours and his, no big wedding party, no public announcement, just you and him.

Jared and Gen were the only two people who knew about this. Jared was Jensen's best man, and Gen was your matron of honor.

“How are you doing?” Gen asked as you stood behind a little partition wall to put your wedding dress on, she had already helped you with your hair and makeup.

“I'm a little nervous,” you chuckled. “But I'm also excited to marry the man of my dreams.” You stepped out from behind the partition. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

You turned around so that you could look in the mirror as she helped you. It was a simple white dress, not a typical wedding dress, but it still made you feel like a princess. It had a straight cut neckline and a deep v in the back, the dress hugged your feminine forms nicely and you were surprised at how confident you felt in it. You had gotten a bra made to fit the dress so no straps were showing and you couldn't have been happier about the result. Since the breast removal surgery you hadn't really felt comfortable in any dress, opting instead to hide under large t-shirts, but right now you felt more beautiful than you ever had before.

“You look so beautiful, (YN),” Gen said, her eyes swimming with tears.

“Thank you, Gen. And thank you so much for everything you and Jared are doing for us,” you said turning to face her.

“I almost forgot.” Gen turned around and started digging through her purse. “This is the garter I wore at my wedding, I thought it could be your something old, something borrowed and something blue.” she said, handing you the blue garter. “Tom and Shep also got you a little wedding present, and if you want, it can be your something new.”

Gen handed you a little velvet jewelry box. Inside was a bracelet made from those little plastic beads, made in pink and blue hearts. You took the little note that was curled up inside and read it out loud. “To our favorite aunt, we love you so much because you always make us laugh and you give us candy when mommy and daddy says no.” There was no use trying to hold the tears back any longer. You loved those two little boys and it just now hit you that you might never get to see them grow up.

“I wrote it, but they were very specific about what they wanted the note to say,” Gen explained before you pulled her into a tight hug.

You slipped on the garter that Gen had given you and the bracelet from the boys, took one last look in the mirror and then headed down stairs to where Jensen was waiting for you.

The organ started playing and Jensen had his full attention on the door he knew you would appear in any minute now, his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweaty and the butterflies had gone wild in his stomach. Ever since he had learned about your cancer he had this dull ache in his heart, but today he couldn't feel it. Today was about you and him and the love that you had for each other. He needed today to be about just that. Jared gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze just as the door opened and Gen came walking down the aisle flashing the two men a wide smile.

The music changed as you appeared in the door and Jensen’s heart stopped and his breath got caught in his throat. You had always been beautiful, but nothing could have prepared him for this. His eyes was glued to you as they filled with unshed tears, his heart finally beating again, racing in his chest while he watched you walk towards him.

The minister started talking as you joined Jensen, but none of you were paying much attention to what was being said, busy drowning in each others eyes like two lovestruck teenagers. It wasn't until Gen nudged you with the ring that you realised it was your time to talk.

“Jensen, I tried to sit down and write down my vows to you, but no matter what I put down on paper it wasn't good enough, so today I'm just going to speak from my heart,” you started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “About six years ago, you took me on a road trip, telling me you had just broken up with someone and you needed to get away for a little while. You told me then, after a few beers in that god awful hotel we stayed in, that you were tired of the dating scene. You wanted to find a girl to settle down with, someone who could be your best friend as well as your lover. I can't go back in time and pinpoint the exact moment that I fell in love with you, but that night was the night I realized that I was, and probably had been for a while. I wanted to tell you how I felt that night, I wanted to scream at you and tell you I was right here, that I wanted nothing more than to be the girl you were talking about, but I chickened out. My biggest regret will always be that I didn't tell you how I felt sooner. But I vow to you today Jensen, that I will tell you, every day for the rest of my life, how much I love you and how insanely happy you make me. You are my best friend, my rock, my hero and my lover, you are my partner in life, you are my home.” Your hands were trembling as you tried to put the wedding ring on his finger, laughing nervously to cover up your shaky voice.

Jensen took the ring from Jared before looking deep into your eyes once more. “This morning when I woke up, I had no Idea what to say to you, but after what you just told me, I have to come clean,” he started with a crooked smile. “I broke up with that girl because I realized that my heart belonged to someone else, and I took you on that road trip to tell you how completely in love I was with you, but I also chickened out. Lately I’ve been thinking about all the time we have wasted, not being together, but I also realize that even if we haven't been romantically involved we'd still been together, and there is no person I would have rather spent my time with than you. So my vow to you will be to always make you feel loved and appreciated, I will make sure you know how amazing you are. You are the love of my life (YN) and I can't wait for us to start our life together, whatever our future might look like.”

Tears cascaded down your face as you took in his words. You knew very well that your time together might be limited, but right now all that mattered was the beautiful man standing in front of you, declaring his love.

After the ceremony you went to get some pictures taken at this beautiful, secluded place along the banks of lake Austin. You had made reservations to have dinner at a romantic restaurant after that, but Gen and Jared seemed to have other plans.

“Where are we going?” you asked as Gen and Jared lead the two of you down a small road closer to the water.

“We might have taken a few liberties,” Jared said with a mischievous look on his face.

You looked at Jensen who looked just as confused as you felt, and realized he didn't have a clue what was going on either.

In a clearing underneath some tall trees a gazebo came into view, lined with small lights all around it and a table in the middle, set for four people. There was a string quartet that started playing as soon as you arrived as well as a waiter, ready to show you to your seats.

“What have you done?” you gasped in awe, your eyes wide.

“It's a wedding gift. We know you didn't want to make a big deal out of this, but we wanted to make it as memorable as possible,” Gen explained.

“If you want to have the night to yourself, you can. We totally understand if you want to be alone,” Jared continued.

You looked up at your new husband, that was just as in awe as you were. “No. We want to celebrate with our friends,” Jensen said honestly.

You couldn't believe what your friends had put together for the two of you. The food was amazing, the gazebo beautifully decorated, and the music was calming. After dinner, Jensen lured you out on the grass to have your first dance as husband and wife.

“Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?” Jensen asked as the two of you swayed to the music.

“A couple of times, but I don't mind hearing it,” you confessed. “You don't look to bad yourself Mr. Ackles.”

“I'm happy,” he said contently.

“Beyond happy,” you agreed.

As the song neared its end, Jared came up and pricked Jensen on his shoulder, “Mind if I cut in?” Jensen nodded, gave you a quick kiss and then approached Gen to ask her for a dance. “You look beautiful today, (YN), you look happy,” he offered, his hazel eyes shining in the dim light.

“I am happy,” you said, smiling. “Thank you so much for setting this up for us, Jar, it means so much more than you will ever know.”

“Only the best for you two. I actually wanted to ask you something,” he tried wearily.

“On this, the day of my wedding?” you said with your best Don Corleone impression, which to be honest wasn't all that good.

“You’re a dork,” Jared chuckled. “I know that you and Gen have a girly day planned, and I realize that you would want to spend as much time as possible with your new husband, but I want a day too. Just you and me, hanging out and catching up. I've known you since I was 14 years old, and the thought of losing you is killing me.” Jared wasn't the type to get real like this to often, he was more the type of person to joke away things that made him uncomfortable. Having him be so honest with you took you by surprise.

“Of course, Jared. I want to spend time with you too. Just pick a date and I'll be there.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you exclaimed. “Jared, we've known each other for so long, and even though we don't spend as much time together as we used to, I still consider you one of my best friends. I love you, you big moose,” you said, trying to get him to understand.

“I love you too, Mrs. Ackles,” he said with a wink, quickly followed by a big hug and a peck on the cheek.

The night was perfect, so much better than you could have ever imagined. When you and Jensen got back home you were all tuckered out, your energy level not the same as it used to be.

You unlocked the door and was about to step inside when you heard Jensen yell. “NOO! STOP!” you froze in place, worried that something was wrong. Jensen walked up to you and picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over the threshold. “It's customary for a husband do carry his new wife into their home,” he said, a wide grin on his face. You couldn't help but giggle all the way up to your bedroom, laughing as he threw you onto the bed and started kissing you.

“I love you,” he said warmly.

“I love you too.”

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Let It Flow (Jeonghan drabble)

Word count: 1664

Idol: Jeonghan (Seventeen)

Genre: Fluff? (Idek what this is man, it was supposed to be fluff hahahaha)

A/N: Okay Ik this is not Monsta X/BTS/EXO related but damn, Jeonghan feels were attacking me hard and I just couldn’t help it. I hope you like it tho. (I made sort of a second part for this if you are interested: I am yours)

He dialed your number once again for the millionth time with his heart threatening to give him a cardiac arrest. You didn’t answer, what was new? He had never been this worried even though he knew you were fine, but what could he do? He was that kind of person who was always concerned over the tiniest things, how was he supposed not to worry about you when you were the greatest thing in his life?

It was the first time in months raining that hard, not to mention it was extremely unusual considering it was still summer, and you hadn’t taken your umbrella with you this morning nor a jacket or a hoodie.

“It’s not gonna rain, can’t you see the sun is melting everything out there? Why are you such a mom?” you had told him between giggles before pecking his soft lips and walking out the door when he said the sky was still gray despite the burning sun, and you would need to be prepared.

“This girl…” he mumbled to himself with a bittersweet smile, shaking his head, looking out the window and tapping his feet on the floor desperately over and over again.

He’d been stuck there since an hour ago with an umbrella in his hand, waiting to see you so he could run to you and help you out although the damage was already done. He could swear roots were growing from his feet to the floor but he wasn’t planning on moving till you showed up.

It had been a long day though, and he was tired as hell. The only thing that had gotten him through work was you, the thought of seeing you as soon as he got back home. He even escaped a little early from practice to surprise you but he was the one who got surprised when he got home and didn’t find you there. You were usually home by 5pm but not today, it was almost 8pm and you were still not home yet. The pressure and tiredness of the day was getting to him, things were not going that great with the group lately, everyone was exhausted and moody, and he felt so useless as he couldn’t find a way to make things better for all the members. “It’s that time of the year. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine eventually” Seungchol had said, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to make things right as soon as possible.

His eyes felt heavy and started closing against his will while he went over it inside his head. He tried to fight it, he couldn’t afford to sleep before you got home, not when he’d been so eager to see you and especially not when you were probably cold and lonely out there. It was stronger than him, though, the power of a day full of responsibilities was more than his determination to stay awake, so his eyes started closing slowly without him even noticing until everything got dark.

The sound of the keys unlocking the door got him out of dreamland. He startled and cursed at himself for falling asleep so easily. He jumped to his feet as fast as he could and run to the door to catch you at the exact moment it was wide open. He looked at you from your tiptoes to the top of your head, just to find you completely showered by the rain with your clothes sticking to your body while you were shivering non stop.

“Hello there!” you said enthusiastically opening your arms for him to hug you instead of keep rubbing them to warm yourself up a little. Water drops fell from your sleeves (and technically everywhere) to the floor. He was amazed to see you were smiling and you were shocked he left you there with your arms open to run inside the house.

“Oh well…” you shrugged closing the door behind you and throwing your wet purse in the couch, you were finally home and were glad enough for that. Besides, you loved it when it rained so it had been fun walking back home a couple of blocks from the bus stop, just feeling the rain on your skin without worries or too much to think about more than how much it would help Jeonghan to release all the stress he’d been through because of work lately.

You knew he would be upset about the fact you didn’t listen to him that morning about bringing an umbrella, but you didn’t think he was going to make such a big deal out of it. He didn’t even say hi and it was so unlike him.

Suddenly, you saw him running towards you with something in his hands. He stood up right in front of you and started drying off your hair with a towel rubbing your head with it from side to side, then he dried your face playfully getting a giggle from you. When he dropped the towel he was smiling with the sweetest look in his eyes.

“Hello there” he smiled placed a kiss on your forehead and brought you closer to his body wrapping you in his arms. “Now that you are one head away from getting a cold we can talk” he joked. “You didn’t answer my calls” he complained.

You held him so tight delighted to be with him again, he felt so warm you were not shivering anymore. You didn’t want to let go, so you didn’t.

“I tried, but my phone broke because of being soaked” you explained and he raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you going to say ‘I told you so’?” you asked with your face in his collarbone filling yourself with his scent.

There was no way you could ever get tired of him, the way he smelt, the way you seemed to fit perfectly on his embrace, the way he took care of you like he was your mother. He was one in a million and you were so lucky to have him.

“I wasn’t planning to, to be honest. You don’t seem to regret it so it would make no sense” he said pulling you away a little to hold your cheeks between his hands.

“Wow… how mature of you” you admitted.

“Well, you already know me” he bragged.

“I do” you pecked his lips quickly ignoring the fact you wanted more. “Han… I need you to do something for me”

“Anything” he said without hesitating.

“I think I dropped my keys outside, but I’m literally freezing. Could you please go get them for me like real quick?” you pleaded. You knew there was no way for him to go out if you didn’t make something up.

“Alright. Wait for me on the kitchen, I will make you some hot chocolate, okay?” he let go of you and started walking to the door. “I’ll be right back”

You pretended to do as he said but as soon as he walked out the door you ran to him and jumped on his back. He was shocked, he lost his balance but he managed to stay on his feet and carry you.

“What is this all about?” he laughed and you got off him now just hugging him from behind.

“I just want you to feel the way I felt today” you whispered in his ear “just feel the rain on your skin and don’t think about anything else. I know you had a long and heavy day. You always do. You don’t have to pretend you don’t stress out, or you have no worries, I know you do. We are only human, you know? You don’t need to be in control all the time, you don’t need to worry about me or about your work, or about anything. Just let it flow, set yourself free of all that. It’s just you, me and the rain, okay?”

He didn’t say anything for a while and it was just right. All you wanted was him to relax a little, and to you, that was some kind of a healing power water and specially rain had on people.

He turned around to face you. Now you were both soaked to the skin but he didn’t look tense at all, you could tell it was working and that was all you could ask for.

You wanted him to be fine, to stop carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and just let it flow. Jeonghan was such a wonderful person, he deserved to know life is full of obstacles but that didn’t mean he should let it take his peace away from him, he deserved to live life without worries, he deserved serenity, he deserved happiness, he deserved the world.

That was everything you could think of just by looking at his precious wet face.

Jeonghan put his hands in the back of your neck caressing your cheeks with his thumbs and pulled you closer for your lips to meet his. They still felt soft despite the water running down your faces, the kiss was deep and passionate and even stopping to gasp for air was like a waste of time because none of you wanted it to stop.

“Thank you” he muttered with his lips still against yours and kissed you again.

It was just now when you realised you were passionately making out with your boyfriend in the middle of the street, not to mention you would both probably catch a cold.

“Han…” you said between little pecks, and he hummed for you to continue. “What if people are watching?” you asked giggling but he only kissed you once more. “What if we catch a cold?” you said ready to bring your lips back to his but he took distance and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Just let it flow” he answered with a smile on his face right before going back to what you were doing.

I legit feel like I didn’t even make sense hahahaha but oh well… Secuel: I am yours

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