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parkersroses · 4 years

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sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine.

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle.

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information.

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket.

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times.

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit.

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings.

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap.

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions.

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up.

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away.

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation.

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul.

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?”

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing.

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly.

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower.

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

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Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her.

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour.

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N.

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her.

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day.

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture. “You okay, H?” she asks.

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently.

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight.

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them.

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archived-kin · 3 years

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genshin modern au cheat sheet

i’m planning to do more pieces set in this au, so i’ve put together a quick list of the characters i'm planning to write about/include!

there are three main groups here - the zhao family, the ragnvindr family and friends, and the Miscellaneous Pals™

(the next volume in this au is going to be a xiao piece, and that should be up within the next two or so days!)

1. the zhao family

zhongli, 36: history professor at the local uni who also plays the guzheng very well, tea-enjoyer, a very proud and supportive dad who loves his kids more than anything in the universe - probably unironically has so many pictures of them in his wallet

xiao, 23: taking a degree in psychology at the local uni, has a cool motorbike, bit of a control freak, doesn’t like surprises, will drop-kick you if you look at him or his sister funny, wants a cat but his dad’s allergic, never really grew out of his emo phase

yanfei, 19: baby of the family, prodigy lawyer-in-training, far smarter than many people give her credit for, likes building snowmen, has to protect her unsuspecting dad from Evil Salespeople looking to make some extra money

xiao and yanfei are biological siblings, and zhongli adopted them when xiao was 11 and yanfei was 7. the circumstances of this adoption is a mystery that none of the zhao family members seem willing to divulge…

the zhao siblings can have a little bit of tragic backstory. as a treat.

basically they were born into poverty and often went hungry for days on end. biological parents were distant and neglecting (though not actually physically/emotionally abusive - yet.)

when xiao was caught shoplifting bread and fruit from a local grocery store so that he and yanfei could actually eat, both parents went ballistic and kicked him out the house in the middle of one of the coldest winters the town had seen

poor kid was practically freezing to death out there, and yanfei raised such a fuss back in the house that mum slapped her square in the face to get her to shut up, which xiao saw through the window, and he promptly decided that he Was Not Putting Up With This Shit for any longer

immediately went to a neighbour’s house and told them what was going on, neighbours promptly called cps, and an investigation was launched

parents were deemed unsuitable for raising kids and (after a lot of back and forth) the two kids were taken into care

meanwhile zhongli was kind of sad because he had no friends or family in this town and all he really did was write articles, read books, and mark work

then one of his co-workers mentioned hearing about xiao and yanfei’s story and it hit zhongli so hard that he immediately rang up the adoption centre and ended up taking them in

and from then on both yanfei and xiao were very happy and healthy because zhongli was literally the best dad ever and put everything into taking care of them

2. the ragnvindr family (+ friends)

diluc, 29: budding businessman who still works at his dad’s cafe but is looking to open up his own company some time soon, still buys himself juice in those little cartons with the straws, still doesn’t know how raising bread works?? how does it get bigger???

diona, 7: diluc’s adopted daughter who has her father firmly under her thumb, bit of a spitfire but can also be the sweetest kid ever, enjoys making ‘potions’ out of grass and flowers and water (diluc can and will actually drink these potions because his love for his daughter knows no bounds)

kaeya, 25: diluc’s idiot little brother who’s changed majors at least five times and still doesn’t really know what he wants to do, practises fencing and horse riding in his spare time like a nerd, spoils his niece rotten

lisa, 26: the first of kaeya’s three roommates, has a degree in english and could easily have gone on to become a leading scholar but chose to instead open a bookshop that gets way more business than expected because she’s pretty and men and women alike are all simps

albedo, 23: the second of kaeya’s roommates, bit of a genius, has already started his chemistry phd, is almost concerningly pale and exhausted at all times, has not gone a day without breaking one of the cups for at least two years

venti, 21: the third of kaeya’s roommates, studying music, acts way older than he is sometimes but is mostly just a child, asks at least one of his roommates to marry him every day without fail, was and still is both a music and a theatre kid

lisa’s actually the one who owns the roommates’ residence because it’s on top of her bookshop

i was going to keep the whole ragnvindr family trauma thing but i decided that diluc deserved to be happy in at least one au so the brothers are still happy brothers :D

unfortunately that means that i’ve transferred a lot of the family trauma over to diona

essentially her mother died when she was a baby and her father, draff, turned to alcohol to get him through the stress of raising a child alone. unfortunately this led to him drunk driving one day, and he crashed the car into one of the wall’s of diluc’s dad’s cafe.

draff died on impact since he was in the front seat, but three-year-old diona managed to pull through despite her injuries. one thing led to another, diluc ended up taking care of her for a bit while the authorities sorted the whole thing out, but then he got too attached and decided to adopt her permanently

now diona has a dad, three uncles and an aunt who are all willing to shower her with all the love she deserves :’)))))

3. the Miscellaneous Pals™:

xiangling, xingqiu, chongyun, 17: local high school kids, they’re all kind of dating each other, low-key got adopted by xiao at one point, guoba is xiangling’s guinea pig and they all have joint custody over him

barbara, bennett, razor, 17: also local high school kids, also kind of all dating each other (but a lot more tentatively), regulars at diluc’s cafe, almost never seen apart

lumine, aether, ??: they keep showing up here and there around town to climb a tree and just sit there throwing leaves at people on the streets, then disappear. no one knows who the fuck they are

tartaglia, 23: nicknamed childe by his friends, also known as Mr Moneybags, is always just hanging around the local uni campus but doesn’t actually study anything there. his real name is ajax, but he thought that was lame so he gave himself a cool new one

eula, 24: new teacher at the local high school, her father used to be headmaster and was notoriously cruel to his students so everyone’s kind of wary of her, but she’s just really sweet and wants the best for her pupils :(((

amber, 21: number one eula defender, teaches the younger kids at the local primary, likes bunsen burners a little bit too much, still can’t remember how to spell the word necessary

hu tao, 25?: shady local mortician who may or may not practise illegal things, was kind of dating yanfei at some point but zhongli sent her packing as soon as he realised who she was, no one knows what her deal is

xiangling’s already a budding master chef and has received several offers from culinary schools, xingqiu is planning to study literature/language at uni but also might just go straight to trying to get a book published, chongyun is going to continue the family tradition of studying the supernatural with maybe a side job at xiangling’s future restaurant so that he doesn’t end up with no money if he doesn’t get any supernatural work

barbara is planning to go to medical school and also sings/dances in her spare time, bennett still doesn’t know what he wants to do but is considering carpentry among other things, and razor is dead-set on working at either a zoo or an animal shelter when he’s older

tartaglia never leaves the house without at least three pocket knives and a water pistol. he’s never had to use them yet, but you never know...

eula and amber live together and are probably dating but they’ll both just dodge the question if you ask them about it

they’re most definitely together though because on eula’s birthday amber brought her entire class of little kids to say happy birthday and bring her flowers

(incidentally amber is diona’s teacher)

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hops-hunny · 4 years

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She.

Pairing: Luna Lovegood x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.2k

Request: N/A

Summary: (Y/n) never really questioned her views on love, that is until Luna came into her life.

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, make out session, underage drinking.

A/N: This is a fic based off of She by Dodie. I DO NOT condone underage drinking, it just fit with the story. This is a long one but I hope you guys enjoy!

Am I allowed

To look at her like that?

Could it be wrong

When she's just so nice to look at?

For (Y/n)’s entire life, she had thought of herself as a straight woman. She had a few boyfriends on and off again throughout the years. None of them were very long term but she had still enjoyed the time shared with each one. However, she had never thought to look outside of the realm of boys either and she still didn’t know what to describe her current feelings as. She kept telling herself it was just a close bond considering she hadn’t had many close friends over the years. Luna was her first one, the two girls bonding over their unique habits but it quickly grew the more time they’d spend together. The Hufflepuff felt guilty for even viewing her best friend that way. She hated herself for the dreams she had, for the way her heart would race when the blonde would hold her in her arms, stroking her hair softly as they talked. However, as she gazed up at Luna from the tree stump she sat on, watching as the Ravenclaw sat perched on a high up branch, delicately holding out her finger for the butterfly that danced across it, she couldn’t control her thoughts. ‘How could it be wrong when she’s just so damn nice to look at?’

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she means everything to me, oh

The (h/c) haired girl sighed softly as she smiled at the polaroid in her hands. She could still remember that day very vividly.

It was a nice day in May and Luna had come to visit for the week-long break after the girls had both begged their parents about it. Her family lived in the countryside, preferring the quiet and peace that the city could never provide. Her father was a farmer who grew fruits and vegetables and Her mother a baker who used her husband’s crops in her bakery treats. His prized peach tree was a big hardy one, the leaves forming a roof of shade that sunlight streamed through. (Y/n) and Luna had been swimming in the lake all morning which left them in a happy high but also absolutely exhausted.

They both lay close to each other on the pink gingham blanket, clothes slightly dry in some part but still soaked in others. Her mother had brought them out a nice plate of cheese, crackers, and almonds along with a pitcher of freshly made apple juice. They both had since then finished it in a hungry frenzy. They stared at each other silently. Anyone looking at them would think they were using legilimency but in reality, sometimes they didn’t need to use words to communicate. The (e/c) girl found herself admiring her blonde counterpart. She found her to be so beautiful, her white dress clinging to her form, wavy hair half dry, and the new freckles she had accumulated over the course of the time they’d been outside.

“How sweet do you reckon these are? I bet they taste lovely.” Luna said as she sat up, reaching for a low hanging peach. She dusted it off on the blanket before taking a big bite of it, peach juice dripping down her chin. She hummed in content with a soft smile before holding the peach out to her friend. (Y/n) hesitated for a bit before sitting up taking a bite from it as well.

“Wow yeah, that’s amazing! I reckon this will be his best bunch of the year, these are the sweetest they’ve ever been.” She said as she handed her friend back the peach. She didn’t know if it was the way the peach tasted or the beautiful girl she was enjoying them with, but she could safely say peaches were her new favorite fruit. She found herself focusing on Luna’s lips, wondering what they’d taste like, what they’d feel like. ‘She probably tastes so sweet, peach nectar and apple juice. Maybe even a dash of-’

“Are you even listening to me?” Luna said, smiling at her friend. She shook her head slightly before scooting closer to the girl. She looked into her eyes deeply, stroking her cheek. “You know (Y/n/n), you mean everything to me.” she removed her hand, placing it on the other girls as she continued to look at her friend.

“Oh Luna, I feel the same. You mean everything to me and more.” She said, tangling their pinkies together. “In fact, I wanted to tell you...I wanted to tell you that I-”

“Girls! Lunch is ready!”

She glanced at the polaroid once more before sticking it back in its place on the inside of her wardrobe. As she took a step back, looking at all the photos, all the memories that littered the doors, her hands reached up closing them slowly before locking them, she rested her head on the wardrobe, sighing. ‘I’m in deep, aren't I?’

And I'll be okay admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

(Y/n) could feel her heart slowly breaking as Luna was describing all the things she loved about Rami Picanto, a gryffindor a year above her. Her anger boiled deep inside her but was deeply masked with a smile and fake interest. She couldn’t stand it, at this moment she wanted more than anything to not be able to hear a thing. Although they were similar, when it came to their feelings, they were lightyears apart. (Y/n) wondered how the one person who held a place in her heart could feel like a distant stranger.

“And he’s got the most beautiful eyes, it reminds me of a jade crystal when they hit the sunlight. He took me for a walk today around the forest. When we were sitting together, we saw the most beautiful birds sweep across the sky. It was quite romantic, you know?” the blonde said, rolling over to face her dearest friend. She noticed a stray tear fall down the girls face. She had never seen her look so empty, so..distant. “(Y/n/n)? Are you alright?” she stroked the girls hair softly, a look of concern on her face.

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall

But to her, I taste of nothing at all

The girl sat up and without even thinking, she leaned in and kissed Luna. It was everything she had ever imagined. Her lips were soft like pillows. She tasted like the cake the house elves had given them earlier but even more than that, she tasted like happiness. She tasted like when the leaves turned orange in fall, like the sleep you’d get after your parents would read you stories to sleep, like that bittersweet day in May. And it would’ve been perfect, a dream come true even, if Luna had kissed back. (Y/n) pulled away with wide eyes, quickly standing up. Luna went to say something but she didn’t bother staying to listen, she ran. She didn’t stop running until she had reached her dorm, making sure to lock it. She threw herself onto her bed. She wanted to scream, let out loud sobs but she couldn’t. She didn’t wanna disturb the peace in the room unlike the peace she had destroyed amongst her friendship. She felt her world crumble as she let out silent cries into her pillow, falling asleep on the damp fabric.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

The next few months were agonizing for her. (Y/n) had completely cut Luna out of her life, too afraid to face the damage she thought was inflicted. But no matter what she did, Luna’s spirit lingered. It first started with the polaroids in her wardrobe which were quickly torn down and thrown into a box under her bed. When the weather got colder, her scarf had the girl’s scent in it, lemongrass and lavender which was also thrown into the box. Deep down, she knew these were only temporary fixes to the problem. The memories they had together, the special moments they shared could not just be tossed in a box and forgotten about. She’d have to deal with those on her own.

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As Yule Ball came, the spirits in the castle were lifted for everyone. The ambiance of the decorations in the corridors, the snow on the ground, it was a beautiful sight to behold. Even (Y/n) had found it in herself to be uplifted by the magic of it all. After a lot of badgering from her roommates, the (h/c) girl had decided to go. The dress her mother had sent her was absolutely beautiful. At first, she was a bit apprehensive of wearing the dress, fearing it would cause a lot of unwanted and unnecessary attention. But once it was on, she knew it’d be worth it.

Her roommates all looked absolutely breathtaking, each one slowly disappearing as their dates came to collect them, handing them beautiful bouquets of flowers. As (Y/n) didn’t have a date, she didn’t feel in a rush to get ready. She took her time with her hair, putting it in a beautiful but intricate style, her makeup was flawless which wasn’t surprising with the amount of time spent weeks before in the mirror trying to get the perfect winged liner down. The girl had also taken it upon herself to place the flowers in water, knowing that her roommates would probably want to keep them alive a bit longer to be reminded of the beautiful night to come. As (Y/n) was putting on a coat of lipgloss, a knock was at the door.

“I told you lot to go ahead! You don’t have to wait for me, wouldn’t wanna hold you back, I’ll be there soon!” she hadn’t looked up, still looking into the mirror on her vanity as she powder her face. She placed on a beautiful pair of white gold hoops, finally looking at herself in the mirror. Smiling, she stood up before facing the door. Nothing could prepare her for who was standing there. Luna stood there in a beautiful dress, holding a beautiful array of flowers (Y/n) had never even seen before.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I was with Neville gathering these for you. He told me you would probably like these ones the most.” She walked towards the (h/c), putting the flowers in an empty vase that sat on her vanity. (Y/n) was quiet, still trying to process this. Why had she shown up? Wasn’t she attending Yule with Rami? “Oh, well, after what happened between us that night, I told Rami I could no longer see him. I didn’t want to lead him on when I knew who my heart belonged to at the end of the day.”

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to say that outloud. It’s just, I’ve been seeing you guys so close together lately so I had completely given up hope on the possibility as friends let alone lovers.” She finally met the girl in the eyes, finding she had a sympathetic look as she felt quite guilty for her actions.

“It did look that way, didn’t it? If I’m honest, once you cut me off I had no one to talk to so me and him grew close. But trust me when I say, you were the only thing on my mind. He was the one who advised me to give you some time. He also was giving me dance lessons so I could do this,” she spun the (e/c) eyed girl around before dipping her. She pulled her up, placing a light peck on her lips. “But I think I’ll save my best for the ball.”

And she means everything to me

Yes, she means everything to me

As the two walked arm in arm down the grand staircase, everyone’s eyes turned to look at the pair. A few gasps and whispers could be heard causing the Hufflepuff to get nervous. She gripped onto Luna’s arm tighter as she leaned over to her ear. “They’re all staring at us. Maybe this was a bad idea.” she whispered, voice began to waver.

“Don’t be silly, dove. It’s not bad attention. They’ve simply just haven’t ever seen two people so fabulous before. We look amazing.” she reassured as she descended the last step. She turned waiting for the girl, admiring just how gorgeous she truly was. As she held out her hand for her help, the blonde took it as she bowed, placing a light kiss on it. “A girl as pretty as you deserves to be treated like royalty not only tonight, but every night to come.”

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The night was marvelous, much more than the times she had dreamed of it. They were the first ones onto the floor, her leading you through the dance as you were much too nervous to. Luna spun her around and held her close through all the slow songs and they both waved and jumped around wildly to the upbeat ones.A lot of (Y/n)’s housemates and roommates saw them throughout the night, telling them how cute they were together leading (Y/n) to have to explain how they weren't together leading Luna every time in turn to add a “not yet at least!”. She was still trying to wrap her head around it all. If someone were to show her a month ago or hell, even a day ago what was to come she probably would’ve laughed and broken down in her room later that night.

“Where are we going Luna? We shouldn’t be out here, we may get caught.” the Hufflepuff said as her friend- er lover?- dragged her along to the carriages. Luna looked both ways making sure the coast was clear before dragging her friend into it. The girls giggled as they tried shushing each other, failing miserably. Luna couldn’t help but admire how beautiful (Y/n) looked tonight. A few of her hairs stuck to her face from the light sweating they both did on the floor tonight, the moonlight hitting the glitter on her cheekbones from the highlight she had.

“Ron gave me this and while usually I don’t partake in these kinds of activities, tonight is a special occasion.” Luna pulled up her dress slightly revealing a small pouch. She reached in it pulling out a bottle of fire whiskey and two small shot glasses before pulling her garment back down. She poured some in each of the glasses before handing her date one as well.

“A special occasion?” (Y/n) said, a warmth filling her cheeks as she smiled at the girl.

“Well of course it is!” Luna lifted the small glass, clinking it with the other girl’s as she smiled as well. “When I told you that you meant everything to me that time in May, I truly did mean it. Even though I was a tad confused at the time I’m quite sure of my feelings now. To, not new love, but love that has finally grounded. To a love that will last forever.” she tilted her head back, swallowing the burning liquid as her partner did the same. A comfortable silence overcame the carriage as they both sat there, enjoying each other's presence. Nothing needed to be said for them to understand how they both were feeling which is exactly what led to the kiss they shared.

(Y/n) leaned forward, kissing Luna back as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Luna’s hands wandered all over the girls body before resting them on the small of her back. The blonde’s tongue swiped across the girls lips, the taste of fire whiskey still lingering there. The fight for dominance ended just about as soon as it started as Luna gripped the girls hips, pulling her into her lap. She slid her hands under the girl’s dress, gripping at her ass as she bit her lip as she pulled away. The blue eyed girl began trailing kisses down the girls neck. (Y/n) let out an airy moan as Luna began to nibble and suck on her collarbone, leaving a purple and red marking.

“I think I’m quite satisfied with that, what about you darling?” she said as she pulled back, admiring her work. The girl just nodded in response, a bit buzzed from not only the whiskey but the intimate moment they both had just shared. She yawned slightly, wrapping her arms around her neck as she rested her head on her shoulders. After about 10 minutes of them both being silent, Luna realized that the gorgeous girl had in fact fallen asleep. Luna carefully laid back with the girl in her arms, allowing herself to drift as well. For the first time in a while, they both felt peace. (Y/n) couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so well and Luna couldn’t remember the last time she got to hold her former friend, now lover, in her arms.

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As teens began to slip from the ball, getting up to who knows what kind of trouble, Severus Snape was put on carriage watch. He had caught many of his former and current students in rather, compromising positions that he would love to obliviate from his mind. Each house had lost many upon many points from the carriages alone. He came across the last one in the row, opening it up. He prepared to yell like he had the last five times but shortly closed his mouth. He let out a soft smile at the sight in front of him. Two of his students, Luna Lovegood and (Y/n) (L/n) both were asleep and content in each other's arms. He noticed the fairly full bottle of fire whiskey and discarded shot glasses. He looked both ways before shoving them under his robe, wanting to get rid of the incriminating evidence.

“I suggest you gather your lover, Miss Lovegood, and remove yourself from the carriage. I doubt the other professors will be as kind as I was. Run along now and enjoy your night.” He said, knowing the noise from the carriage had disturbed the girl who was pretending to sleep. Luna opened her eyes, giving him a brief nod and smile. The professor bid her farewell with a nod before closing the carriage door. “No, this one appears to be empty, but you are more than welcome to come check if you think I am too old or blind to see.” Luna took that as her que to leave. She carefully picked up her girlfriend, opening the other side of the carriage before sprinting back to the castle. She tried her best not to jostle her.

Once she reached the Hufflepuff’s dorm, she carefully removed the dress she was wearing along with her own, leaving them in the slips they wore underneath them. She pulled back the sheets, placing (Y/n) delicately under the sheets before climbing in next to her. She smiled as the girl cuddled closer to her in her sleep. She glanced at the flowers on the vanity once more before she drifted off as well, both having pleasant dreams of the night they had together.

She means everything to me

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crabsxdragons · 4 years

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boyfriend kim mingyu bullet points.

ps. this is my first time writing in a bullet points format, i hope i did it right

food is the center of your relationship (5/9 of the pictures are basically him eating, not at all surprising)

your date always centers around food, whether it’d be lunch dates, dinner dates, snack dates, trying out new restaurants, late night snack dates, convenience store mukbang dates, and even cooking class dates

you would always sit on his right side, him on your left side

you find it so cute that he’s left handed

you would always have to roll up his sleeves during a meal because he gets so excited about food *basically a whole baby

you like watching him stuff food in his mouth, making his cheeks puff up like a hamster

he would pout when you teased him about it

desserts

a must after every date

you find out that both of you follow the motto “there is always room for dessert” during your first date and he immediately knew you were the one for him

again, during dessert, especially if it’s ice cream, you would have to roll up his sleeves, and wipe off the melted ice cream on his fingers, and sometimes lips and cheeks

he would steal licks of your ice cream when you’re not looking

or if he’s feeling experimental, would mix both of your ice cream flavors to create a new flavor

doesn’t always work out that well

speaking of food, cooking is basically a whole other type of date

although you are more on the baking side, you love to help him try out recipes, become his assistant in the kitchen, or simply helping him clean up

you always love what he cooks, especially knowing how much care and love he puts to it

the same thing if you’re baking, mingyu loves your baked goods, from cakes to muffins to desserts to anything basically

sometimes you’d receive a text in the middle of the day of him suggesting you to try out a recipe he found online

and you did try some of them, which made him very happy

with your limited cooking skills, you’d sometimes send him homemade lunch when he has practice, alongside some snacks for the other members cause you can’t forget about them

mingyu would beam in pride when the members praised your chocolate chip cookies, or banana muffins, or fruit cake or when they fought over who gets the last piece of egg tart you made

homemade cake and dinner is a must for special occasions, especially birthdays, you both go out to eat quite a lot so during these special occasions you both like to just stay at home and cook or bake together

mingyu’s birthday cake from year to year always changes depending on his request, from the classic chocolate cake to apple pie to that crepe cake which took hours to make, and even a stack of macarons cause he hinted that he wanted a macarons tower cake *yes you’ve made so many cakes for him, you’ve dated for that long, mingyu is a guy with commitment

food photos, a must, everywhere you eat, every meal you make at home, every successful or failed recipes

and speaking of pictures-he has a separate album on his phone only for your pictures, the selfies you sent him, candid pics he took of you, your pictures together, impromptu photoshoots he made you do when he really likes your outfit

and don’t get started on the videos, he records whenever he can, something for him to see when he misses you, or when you’re asleep but he wants to see you but he kinda doesn’t want to wake you up, also something to laugh at because there are some moments worth laughing at *over and over again, he never gets enough of it

that’s just the photos on his phoneyou can expect the same situation with his camera

the pictures he took are beautiful, and he always tries to capture you in the most natural setting, he absolutely loved taking candid pictures of you, close up shoots that showed the way your eyes lit up at the beach in front of you, or how the wind blows your hair softly

on the rare occasion that you get to be behind the camera instead of him, it’s his turn to be in every picture

sometimes he lets you use his camera, he loved the pictures you took, how you managed to capture everyday life details that others would sometimes miss, he loves nothing more than to see the world through your eyes

moving on to one of the obvious facts here, height difference

the boy is tall, like skyscraper talland you wonder if he would every stop growing taller because it seemed like everytime you see him he gets even taller

“stop it, you’re like a head taller than me”

which does comes with some pretty good perks

like when you can’t reach something from the top shelves, whether it be mugs in the kitchen, books in your favorite book store, that huge bag of chips at the convenience store, also very handy when it comes to changing lightbulbs

“why would you need a ladder when you have me ?”

he’s very smug about, and also lowkey dying from cuteness whenever he gets a reminder of how much shorter you are compared to him, it makes him want to squish you in a hug-

which he always does

hugs. from. mingyu. are. the. best.

just warm and comforting, sometimes he’ll lift you up and spin you around, sometimes he’ll kiss the top of your head, and rub your back, and tuck your head under his chin and you can just melt into his arms

back to the height topic

he likes to steal your books or phone when you were too focused that you’re not giving him enough attention

he would lift it above his head, completely out of your reach even if you tried your best to stand on your tippy toes

would most definitely laugh at your struggle while you give him the death glaresand he would say that you look like an angry bunny or a pissed off golden retriever puppy

which ultimately makes you roll your eyes at himnot to forget, you are also his portable arm rest

likes to mess with you by putting his huge arms on your shoulder, or on your head, purposely messing up your hair

but seriously, mingyu sometimes forgets the fact that he’s a giant and that he could easily crush you, so there were occasions when he would lean on you and you’d lose balance which resulted in both of you on the floor

yes, that happened

moving on

family

the most important thing for him and you

he took you to meet his family after a couple of dates because he’s been telling his mom about you and now she wants to meet you

his mom is very very nice, showing her affection by making you eat more (like how any mom would), also thanking you for taking care of mingyu because according to his mom, he looks so much healthier and happier now

after the first meeting with his family, his mom suddenly became your mom too, especially after mingyu gave her your number

would sometimes call you during lunch time to remind you to eat, ask you how you are doing, in general just the sweetest and loveliest person ever (not much of a surprise since we all know how sweet her son is), you think you might cry because she’s so caring

his mom would also send you kimchi when she has extras

correction, she purposely made more than usual so she can send you some too

which you gratefully accept after thanking her for a million times, then sending her back one of your baked goods

which she loves

and would not stop talking about it because she knows that you can bake but she was not expecting it to be absolutely great

mingyu loves seeing your relationship with his mom, and kinda jealous too because whenever he’s out of town for tour or promotions, you get to hangout with his mom, which he is very jealous about, but also he couldn’t help but smile looking at the pictures that you and his mom took together

but then you started hanging out with his sister too, and now you have a partner to tease him, which he doesn’t approve of because it seemed like his family likes you more than him now

especially since his sister has an ally now, and it’s 2 vs 1 with you and his sister against him

when you were hanging out one day in your place, his mom called you to ask if you’ve eaten yet

“eomma, how can you call y/n but not reply to the text i sent you last night”

you tried so hard to not laugh at his facial expression when his mom teased him by saying that you are her favorite child now

you spent the rest of the day laughing at him whenever he grumbled under his breath “i can’t believe my mom manages to call you, but not reply to her own son’s text message”

the only way to make him stop pouting-

hugs

are we not surprised herethis boy is sometimes so random, like that time when you were eating pasta, and he suddenly wanted to reenact that scene from the movie lady and the tramp

safe to say that you got sauce all over both of your shirts, and well... a few kisses too

his kisses are always so sweet, they’re the type that makes your heart squeeze and your toes curl

he loves to surprise you with light kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your hand, your hair, he just couldn’t help it sometimes

mostly they’re innocent, and full of love

unless he’s feeling a bit more passionate, he’ll pull you in for a longer kiss, hands resting on your cheek as his thumb gently brushed your skin, his other hand would either be on your waist, or your back, holding you so close to him

mingyu likes to take it slow, he likes to savor the moment, he doesn’t want it to end, so his lips would move slowly against yours, sometimes he would smile or let out a few giggles, making you giggle too

basically it’s pretty much light and playful with him, but still very meaningful

let’s just say that he always finds the most random times to kiss you, but always when it’s just the two of you, because your relationship isn’t actually something that the public knows

speaking of relationships, only his members, family and managers knows about you, and you both would like to keep it that way for as long as possible

you didn’t mind it at all, since you’re a very much private person yourself, so you have no problem with keeping it on the low

on the rare occasions that you both get to go out for your dates, he would always drive you somewhere a bit further away from the city

or somewhere private, with less to no people, the beach, a rooftop, restaurants that serves tiny servings of food that costs more that your meal weekly (which you didn’t mind, but you reminded mingyu to never spend too much on you)

did he ever listen ? yes, you guessed it right. never.

sometimes both of your schedules meant that you don’t get to see each other for weeks, even with being in the same city

but he’ll make it up to you by taking you away for the weekend, to a small town by the beach where you take long walks along the coastline, and eat dinner with sunsets

you love road trips like this, he’d pick you up, then you would jam out to songs on the way, stop by a rest area for brunch, and bought more snacks to accompany you for the rest of the trip

mingyu knows you love the ocean so much, so he would take you to the beach to watch the sun set, take unlimited amount of photos, pull you in for a hug and smother your face with kisses

then you’d have dinner accompanied by your laughter and conversations about anything

“thank you, for taking me here”

he’s shook his head, “no, this is my thank you, cause you’ve put up with being with someone like me”

his eyes would turn sad as he remembered how rarely you both met because of his schedules, “i’m sorry i’m not the best partner, we barely see each other”

at this, you would hold his hand and made him look at you, “hey, there’s nothing to be sorry about, i’m okay with this, it doesn’t matter if we couldn’t meet for months because that’s your career, your dream, just like i have mine, you have yours too, right ?”

“i know, but i mean- i’ve seen your friends and their partners, you know those boyfriends who would pick them up after class, who’d hold their hand as they walk down the street, take them to movies, not having to hide and be cautious all the time-“

“gyu, what makes you think i cared about those things ? i’m completely fine with having a boyfriend who still makes time to hang out at my place after a long day of practice, someone who sends me good luck videos when he’s halfway around the world living his dreams, someone who trusts me enough to let me be the first one to know about their comebacks and projects-“

and from the way you spoke to him with that shine in your eyes, he couldn’t help but lean closer and pull you in for a short kiss, pausing whatever you have to say

“i love you, thank you for putting up with me”

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johaerys-writes · 4 years

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Fandom: The Song of Achilles Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus

Chapter 9: Moments in Time of High-Flying Birds is up! Some more fluff with the sweetest boys in the whole wide world, this time from Achilles’ POV :)

Read here or on AO3! Or read from the beginning

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The moments Achilles spends with Patroclus are precious to him. He gathers them all, one by one, like pearls on a string.

The owls hidden in the trees beyond their cave hooted softly into the night as Achilles lay next to Patroclus on their narrow pallet, catching his breath. The air around them was heavy and sweet like overripe fruit, the sheets tangled around their feet. The light of their lone candle cast trembling shadows along the domed wall.

How long have you felt like this? Achilles had asked Patroclus, his arm resting on his stomach, moving with his breaths. He watched him carefully now, committing his features to memory, the way the shadows played across his cheek, pooled in the hollow of his eye, carved the delicate slope of his nose.

“I’ve loved you ever since I laid eyes on you, I suppose,” Patroclus whispered. His finger traced the side of Achilles’ face, cool and soft like lily-of-the-valley petals at dawn. His lips were still flushed, his voice slightly hoarse from passion.

Achilles blinked, puzzled. “You did?” He propped himself on one elbow to glance down at him, lying as he was beneath him, his dark brown curls a halo around his head. “I thought you didn’t care for me at all. You used to glare at me.”

“Did I? I remember no such thing.” Patroclus blushed, his lips curling in a cheeky smile. When Achilles narrowed his eyes in puzzlement, he chuckled softly. “I didn’t know what to make of you. You had everything. I had nothing, yet I could still find no flaw in you, nothing for my anger to latch on.” His eyes flashed then, the flickering light reflecting in them like twin flames. “It was different, when I got to know you. That was when I realised that my search for things to dislike in you was pointless. So I couldn’t help but love you instead.”

“You make it sound as if you had no choice,” Achilles said, half in jest, yet worry pulsed within him while he waited for Patroclus’ reply. The thought of Patroclus having no choice but to love him at once warmed and chilled him. Blind adoration was reserved for gods, and what they all believed was owed to them. His mother had often told him that most men were bound to admire him, because of his divine birth. Achilles didn’t want that. He wanted Patroclus to give him his heart of his own accord, as Achilles was offering him his.

Patroclus stayed silent for a long time. Just when Achilles thought he would never answer, he finally spoke. “No,” he said quietly. “Before I met you, I thought I had no say in anything. You were the one who showed me that I had a choice in everything.”

The quiet solemnity of Patroclus’ voice stirred something within him that he couldn’t quite explain. He wrapped his arms around him and leaned forward, catching his lips between his own, threading his fingers through his hair. Patroclus was soft and pliant in his hold, but Achilles could feel the metal that hid deep within, the steadfastness of his will. If there was anyone in the world that could stand beside him as an equal, then that was him.

Achilles pulled him close, so close he could feel his heart beating against his own, letting Patroclus’ soft breathing lull him to sleep.

One.

Patroclus’ breaths were coming swiftly, almost panting, as they climbed the steep path to the olive grove, on the north side of the mountain. It was past the stream, past the clearing of maple trees with their burnt orange canopy of leaves. The summer was just coming to an end, and the leaves on the centuries old trees were just starting to darken. Whenever Chiron sent them to chop firewood, they always went there. They hadn’t had as much need for wood that summer- their winter reserves had been enough for their daily cooking- but the cold during autumn nights on the mountain was often biting. After their chores were done, they would sit under the olive trees’ dappled shade and let the clear breeze dry the dampness on their skin, the merry trill of the birds overhead to ease the rapid beating of their hearts.

Patroclus ducked under some low hanging branches, following the old path amidst the tall grasses and overgrown weeds sprouting from the soil, undisturbed by human presence. His axe was hanging by his leather belt, its handle dressed with tough leather. Achilles let his gaze follow the lines of Patroclus’ frame, the light coloured fabric of his tunic, almost transparent now, damp with the sweat on his back. His face was flushed from the exertion, the skin on his brow glistening, tan and golden brown.

Patroclus glanced at him over his shoulder, having noticed him watching. He still blushed ever so slightly whenever he caught Achilles’ eyes on him. Achilles liked watching the colour that crept up his cheeks, the warmth in his eyes. Sometimes, he could still see the surprise in his gaze, split seconds before he averted it. It was almost instinctive, no doubt from all the years he’d had to hide it. Yet, with every day that passed, their bond grew stronger, their desire bolder. Achilles didn’t even think before threading his fingers through his when they walked, before drawing him close for a quick kiss in between the chores and tasks Chiron gave them. Things he had often dreamed about, yet never thought he could grasp in earnest.

“Where shall we start?” Patroclus asked, bringing his open palm over his eyes to shield them from the midday glare. They were standing at the edge of the meadow, overlooking the clearing. “That tree over there looks easy enough to cut down.”

“I have a better idea,” Achilles said, taking his hand. Patroclus’ breath hitched just a little when Achilles pulled him close. His lips were warm and plush when Achilles bent down to kiss them, his dark brown curls slightly damp with sweat when Achilles’ threaded his fingers through them.

“What about the firewood?” he asked breathlessly against Achilles’ lips, even as he let himself be nudged back towards an oak tree.

“Later.” Achilles’ teeth closed over Patroclus’ pillowy bottom lip as he pressed him against the tree trunk. Their kisses were sometimes sweet and tender, others passionate and almost desperate, but they always lit the same fire in Achilles’ heart. He liked the feel of Patroclus’ breath on his lips, the pressure of his body against his own. He knew the curves of his body now, all the little things he’d never noticed before; the dip in the center of his pillowy bottom lip, the tiny pinpricks of orange and gold hidden in the deep brown of his eyes, the way his pulse thrummed in the hollow of his throat whenever Achilles was near. His sighs, the little sounds he made, the way he held him, that never failed to make Achilles’ blood stir in his veins.

Achilles pulled back to look at him, brushing his thumb over Patroclus’ lower lip. Patroclus’ lids were heavy with want when he glanced up at him. His colour was high, his cheekbones warm and rosy, the life pulsating just beneath his skin.

Patroclus laughed, a sound soft and clear like bell chimes, when Achilles’ gaze lingered on him for a long moment, steady and unmoving. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Achilles smiled. It surprised him still, sometimes, how much they’d both changed since they’d first met. They’d been but children then, yet now they were men grown. Achilles let his finger trail lower, caressing the apple of Patroclus’ throat, then lower still, following the line of his collarbone, the curve of his shoulder, broader now and stronger than it had ever been. He felt Patroclus shiver under his touch, his smooth skin prickle and grow warm.

“I think you’re really beautiful, Patroclus.”

Patroclus’ breath caught. The pearl white bite of his teeth flashed over his bottom lip, the flush on his cheeks darkening, but this time, he didn’t draw his eyes away. “Kiss me,” he said in a breathless whisper.

And Achilles did. Amidst the blood red poppies and the gently swinging daisies, in a square of gossamer sunlight, Achilles lay down with his Patroclus.

Two.

After they both lay sated, Achilles watched the intricate lacework of light and shadows that fell on Patroclus’ chest, his smooth stomach. His eyes were closed and his expression was serene, but his mouth had this contemplative curl to it, as it always did when something troubled him. "What are you thinking about?"

Patroclus’ lids fluttered open to reveal gentle brown eyes. “Chiron,” he replied, his voice taking on a slow, thoughtful lilt. In it, Achilles could read more than Patroclus had said; he could hear his worry about their mentor finding out about them, and along with him, Achilles’ father, his mother.

Achilles gazed at him quietly for a moment, considering. They had had this conversation before, many times. They were valid concerns, as reasonable as any other, though Achilles only thought of them for Patroclus’ sake. He didn’t care what people would do if they found out about them. He had sworn to himself, the very night they had lain together, that he would never let anything come between them; not Chiron with his wise words, not his father, not even his mother, with all the power and wisdom her divine blood granted her. Achilles wouldn’t let Patroclus go, not for all of the world.

With his fingers, Achilles followed lazily the dark dots that lay scattered across Patroclus’ dewy olive skin like constellations. “Do you care if they are angry?”

Patroclus shifted on his side to face him. Achilles could see his mind working, the gears churning, ever so quietly, methodically. He had a neat and careful mind, Patroclus did. “No,” he replied at last.

“Good.” Achilles closed his eyes and sighed when Patroclus caressed the side of his face, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear. When he glanced back at him, there were pinpoints of light moving gently across his face, twinkling like stars as the wind moved. When they lay like this together, Achilles could spend a thousand moments, hours, a lifetime just gazing at him, noticing every small detail as if he was about to paint his likeness in fresco, to have and to hold for all time. Everyone in the world would know of him then, of them. One day, Achilles would be famous, so his mother had said; amongst the heroes of old the most renowned. The thought stirred no awe or fascination within him. It was just the way things were. So many men had risen to great heights, only to fall soon after. Hercules had slain the Hydra and the Nemean lion, only for jealous Hera to steal his wits and lead him to kill his wife and children. Meleager had killed the famed Calydonian boar, but after a bloody dispute with his uncles, had been killed by his own mother. Theseus had defeated the Minotaur and returned to Athens a hero, only to be thrown off the cliff of a distant island years later, after having lost the favour of his people.

Achilles had often thought of them and their stories, had tried to find the similarities between their lives and his own. Yet, every time, he returned to the same conclusion. None of those great heroes had what Achilles had. None of them had someone like Patroclus by their side. Their fates were linked inexorably, twin flames from the same fire. Achilles would do anything within his power to make Patroclus happy. No matter what came, as long as Patroclus was with him, Achilles’ fate would be one of happiness, as well as of glory.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said.

Patroclus looked at him quizzically, an amused smile already playing at the edges of his lips. “What secret?”

“I’ll be the first hero to be happy.” He took Patroclus’ hand in his, threaded their fingers together. “Swear it.”

“Why me?”

Achilles beamed, satisfaction burning bright within him for having finally solved the riddle. “Because you’re the reason.”

The smile on Patroclus’ lips widened and slipped sideways, filled with warmth and adoration. The sunlight painted the side of his face golden, caught in the chestnut brown highlights in his dark, unruly curls. When Patroclus smiled like that, Achilles wanted to reach up towards the heavens, pluck the sun from its place in the sky like a ripe pear from a bough and lay it at his feet, a sacred offering and a testament to their immortal bond. Their love.

“I swear it,” Patroclus whispered.

Three.

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soft-hard-peaches · 4 years

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Reaction: Going Shopping with Ateez

note: I really miss going out grocery shopping and going out to the mall but I've gotten so paranoid becuz of the pandemic that i barely want to go across the street or see my friends. So writing this was kinda therapeutic in a sense. I hope you enjoy and fill free to send a request.

~ lots of fluff~ ~a little bit suggestive~

Kim Hongjoong

The ambient music and fluorescent lights really make you lose track of time while shopping. Not to mention the fact that you both have been almost aimlessly walking around the store looking for the perfect accent piece for your new apartment. Hongjoong is happy that you chose him for this errand instead of your roommate because you trust his fashion sense and taste in accessories. Not to mention your roommate's disinterest in "accent pieces". He's usually pretty busy in the studio or with the group getting ready for oncoming promotions, so he cherishes any time he gets to be with you.

"What about this?", he finally spots the perfect piece for you. A three mirror set hanging on a chain secured to the wall by a rounded, bronze knob. "Wow babe, this is really pretty. I can hang this in the doorway or maybe the hallway.", you respond as he gazes at your lit up expression, at awe of its simplicity. He loves your radiant smile and the twinkle in your eyes when you're happy. Moments like this makes him glad that you're together.

Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa loves the whole cute, fashionable, ulzzang-esque couple look. I mean even if he wasn't an idol, he'd still be taking super aesthetic café photos. So he was more than thrilled when you suggested going shopping for couple outfits. He loved the thought of you two going on dates with similar matching looks even if his group pokes fun of his "couples goals".

When you brought him to the mall he only thought you wanted to dress alike but boy was he surprised when you took him to your favorite makeup store you get his face made up to mimic yours.

It's not that he was against wearing makeup or anything of course but this was more than he bargained for. But at last, he loved the glee in your eyes and complied to your whim.

After your finishing touches of rhinestones under his eyes you are shocked by your discovery, "Wow...why do you look better than me, hun?"

Equally surprised by his reflection, he states, "Baeb... I make us look good I guess", with a cheeky smile, making you shove his shoulder with a shocked laugh. You wrapped your arms around him, planting a kiss on the back of his head, then went off to pay for the products you used. Seonghwa walks up to you to hold your bag of makeup, happy he made you happy.

Jeong Yunho

There are two things Yunho holds dear to him; spending time with you and food, so when you asked him if he wanted to go grocery shopping, he jumped at the opportunity. Especially since there's a 50/50 chance that you'll cook him something later. And he doesn't hide that fact either.

"Y/n, is cheese on the list? How about pepperoni? What kind of sauce do you have at home?"

"Yunho if you want pizza you can just ask?", you laugh as you carry on walking ahead of him, placing the groceries you actually need for the week in the basket.

Kang Yeosang

"Let's buy some cake please!", Yeosang danced and sang in aegyo. He knows shopping with you means he can temp your sweet tooth with his almost too nature cutesy attitude and more often than not he succeeds. In all honesty, he loves to make you blush and as shy as he is, he likes to do it in public. "Yeosang stahp...", you whine as you scan the yellow peppers to avoid looking at him.

Sensing you're trying to evade his moves, he pulls out the big guns in a last ditch effort to get his way. "Y/n...", Yeosang lowered his voice from cute and sweet to low and velvety as he wraps his arms around your waist, slowly pulling your body towards him, whispering in your ear, "Let's have some desert tonight, yeah? I know you want something sweet?"

His voice sends chills down your body in contrast to his warmth surrounding you. "Ugh f-fine, Love. Go get cake.", you stutter to him almost buckling in his grasp. He smiled coyly, knowing you would say yes and snakes the little pastry he was hiding nearby and place it in the cart.

"Love you, honey." <3

Choi San

San loves grocery shopping with you. He loves the purity and domesticity of picking out bread and eggs or standing in the bread aisle, having you explain to him the difference between jelly, jam, and preserves. He takes note of all the small things you like for example, you prefer preserves because they taste the most like the fruit.

Sometimes he even grabs his own cart to shop for snacks you'd like. "Y/n, what kind of chocolate do you like? Dark, milk, or white?"

"Milk usually, why?", you ask from the aisle behind, scouring for your favorite chips.

He swipes a few milk chocolate bars and places it in his cart, nonchalantly dismissing your question and walking back to you.

"Babe, did you know white chocolate is actually a bi-product of chocolate?", you say beaming as you link up with him, making him smile.

Song Mingi

Was once a mundane chore, turned into a fun mini date with your loveable, goofy boyfriend, Mingi. He will never let you be bored or sad when with him. If he's not dancing around the aisle with food in his hands making you laugh, he's pushing you on the cart like any mature adult couple would do to bond.

Admittedly, he knows how stressed you've been from school, work, and your personal life, so he wants to make you smile as much as possible. If all else fails, he wants you to feel like you can feel good around him, even if you're simply shopping for eggs and milk.

"Y/n, Y/n look! Ain't I the sweetest thing in the store? Wanna bite?", he suggests as he plays with some random product, making you giggle.

Jung Wooyoung

Wooyoung takes every outing as a date. Even if you're just shopping for art supplies. Whatever you do he acts like a curious puppy. He loves your interests and loves when you incorporate him in it like he does when he teaches you dances. He follows you, holding the basket as you read out the materials you need for your next project.

Poor Woo's jaw dropped when you turned to find some paint brushes, "Woah... Why are there so many types of brushes?"

You giggled at his expression, fully understanding his struggle. You wondered the same when you first started painting. It was a bit overwhelming at first, so you explained simply that different brushes have different bristles, shape, and points for different applications. He's always in awe at your skills and knowledge, truly loving how passionate you are about your craft.

Choi Jongho

Jongho loves you in all but he hates shopping. Not just with you but shopping in general. But since he's dating someone as indecisive as you are, that's just an added con. The monotony of walking around, looking at things you may not buy, the back and forth to the dressing rooms. It all tires him out fairly quick. But he is understanding of you and why you're so indecisive. He thinks you're beautiful in anything you pick out. And he tells you so whenever you show him an outfit you're considering. "You're stunning, baby girl."

"But you always say that", you nag at him.

He hates that you are insecure and will do anything to make you feel better. "Baby, how about you pick out anything. Big or small and I'll buy it for you.", he says placing his hands on your hips.

"How about the whole store?", you looked up at him smiling.

"Ring it up.", he replies, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll buy you the world if it makes you happy.

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mainly-kpop · 5 years

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A Pirates Life For Me

Chapter Seven

Pirate!BTS Maid!Reader

A.N~ Sorry i missed last week! A lot of shit has happened including me losing my job on New Years Eve, but we good guys. Back at it again, enjoy! Warnings: foreplay, no full smut, oral (M&F receiving) Summary: You had always wondered about pirates, about a life outside of these walls. On your 23rd birthday, you would finally find out what both were really like. Word Count: 2.9k

‘Princess, I must ask you to reconsider.’ The advisor spoke, pleading to the princess, she doesn’t make a sound, hardly even looks his way.

‘There was a raid three towns over, pirates, one reportedly female, it could be her. I beg of you to reconsider, sent a boat out to search for them!’ The princess threw her hand up, silencing him quickly.

‘Finding her is of minimal importance Robert, I would request you respect my decision.’ She spoke, getting up to leave the room, he would not rest there though, getting one last word in before she left.

‘Do you have no heart for someone who was your best friend, do you not care?’ Amelia all but sighed, thoroughly through with this man’s bullshit.

‘I care about her Robert, enough to know she is probably happier now. You, on the other hand, seem to care far too much, is there a reason for that?’ she queried, tapping her finger on her chin, the man cleared his throat, bowing respectfully to her.

‘No princess, my mistake. It seems I stepped out of line, forgive me.’ She nodded, leaving the room, heading towards her chambers.

She looked at the dress on her desk, your dress. Picking it up, she breathed you in. She missed you, god did she. Even though you never hung out like when you were young, she still missed seeing you everywhere. You would help dress her in the morning, for dinner, for bed. Would oversee her horse riding and pay more attention in her classes. You put her to bed every night, not like someone else wouldn’t do it. She requested you, she wondered if you knew, if you realised it was specifically your job. Maybe you thought it was torture, some sick twisted joke. You couldn’t be her friend anymore, but you could still do everything you used to with her. Sometimes she wanted to ask you to stay, to sleepover to cuddle down like you used to. She knew it was wrong, that you would get in more trouble than her, but she missed you, missed you so fucking much.

‘I figure you’re happier now, I hope you are. Be safe, please.’ She whispered, tucking your dress into a hidden drawer, no one would look for it because no one knew she still had it. She knew you were somewhere you had wanted to be for a while, she just hoped it was everything you wished for and more.

‘Help me count again angel?’ Hoseok asked, cuddling you from behind, you giggled, nodding. You said goodbye to Jungkook, watching him roll his eyes as you said goodbye, he waited until you were gone to pout, upset you weren’t hanging out with him anymore.

‘Okay, count up the medical supplies again I’ll take drinks for now. Figure out how many days we have left before we run out.’ You just nodded, sifting through the items, counting everything up. He watched you curiously, tilting his head. Usually you would have struck up conversation with him, or teased him about something. He wondered if you were still nervous around him, due to the ‘thing’ that almost happened between you both.

‘What’s up angel? You’re unusually quiet today…’ You sighed, putting down the bottles you were counting.

‘Can I actually ask you something?’ You whispered, not really wanting to ask for something so stupid, it almost seemed disrespectful to them.

‘Anything. What’s up?’ He asked, closing the space between you, moving your hair out your face. His big eyes looked into yours, waiting patiently for you to say something, anything.

‘Can you teach me how to fight?’ He frowned, confused. Not as to why you would want that, more as to why you think you would need it.

‘Don’t you trust us angel?’ He was a little bit upset, and you felt terrible. You knew he was going to take it like this, like you didn’t trust them to protect you.

‘It’s not like that in the slightest. I just want to know I can defend myself if something should go wrong. Until you guys show up or whatever. I just want to know I’m not a burden.’ You whispered, knowing he would still protest, that he would still put up a fight.

‘Okay. If that’s what you want then okay. Let’s go up on deck, there’s more space.’ You silently followed behind him, surprised it was so easy to convince him. He wouldn’t let you know he was still upset, wondering what ever made you think you were a burden. He shook the thought from his head, planting you firmly in front of him.

‘Okay, the position of your feet is important, not too far apart but not too close, you need to have full balance.’ He watched you shuffle your feet, pushing you every time you thought you had it, every time you wobbled or fell. He would make you reposition, until your feet stayed planted on the spot. He smiled, nodding in approval.

‘Good. Next your form, don’t hold your hands in front of your face, a little bit lower. This only works if you are trying to fight someone so this is just the basics okay?’ You huffed, letting your hands fall and your feet slide back together. A small pout crossed your face, stomping your foot.

‘Hobiiii, I don’t want to fight I want to protect myself! This isn’t-‘Before you could finish your sentence, he grabbed your arm, your back slammed into his chest, you tried to break his hold on you but you couldn’t. He was too strong and his grip too tight.

‘If you can’t figure out how to get out of this, I can’t help you.’ He whispered into your ear, you stopped struggling, waiting for him to tell you how to get out.

‘Stomp on his toe, then when he lets go of you to hold it, elbow him on the back of the head with all the force you have, then run for the hills angel. Don’t look back, don’t stop, just run.’ He spoke, letting you go. You nodded, listening to everything else he had to show you. Eventually you started sparring, him showing you how to throw a punch and mean it. He said you punched like a wet sock to which you heard Jimin giggle at. Sending him a glare sure to put him 6 foot under, he raised his hands, sending a cheeky smile your way. He taught you some moves, letting you try them out on him, you didn’t really manage to take him down though, him turning the tables on you more times than not.

‘I’m really starting to grow fond of this position angel.’ He smiled, pinning you down on the hard floor for the 8th time. You just sighed, standing up to try one more time.

‘Everyone, gather around!’ Yoongi yelled, grabbing everyone’s attention. You narrowed your eyes at Hoseok, letting him know this was far from over. You lined up with the boys, standing beside Taehyung and Hoseok. Tae grabbed your hand, linking your fingers behind your backs. The small gesture made you smile, squeezing his hand once.

‘The next island we stop at, we need to do something. Taehyung has let me know we are low on stocks, especially gold. Thank you, Taehyung, for taking Hoseoks place today.’ He directed a pointed look towards Hoseok, making him smirk in a devious way. ‘Anyway, we will go on the same route as last time. We haven’t been here before so we will have to have a day to look around, despite that, same plan, same game, same result. As you were.’ The boys continued on, getting you to the next island.

‘Want to lose again?’ Hoseok questioned, you just shook your head, looking out to the water.

‘No, I think I’m going to take a minute before prepping dinner with Jin, that okay?’ He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, walking off to tease Taehyung. You sat where you found Tae yesterday, legs swinging over the side of the ship. You had a bad feeling, not because the boys weren’t capable, because you knew they were. It was just a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong.

That night you confessed to the captain.

‘You’re quiet, are you okay?’ He spoke, climbing into the bed beside you, giving your most convincing smile you nodded. He rolled his eyes, nowhere near convinced.

‘I know you’re not, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. What’s up?’ He quizzed, crawling closer, hand resting on your waist. It was a comfortable position, you on your back, him on his side almost cuddled into you. Looking down at him, his eyes were patient, waiting for you to spill to him. You took a deep breath, trusting him for the second time this week alone.

‘I have a bad feeling about this place. What do I do if it turns nasty? What if one of the boys gets hurt, I don’t know what I can do Yoongi…’ You spoke freely, spilling your guts to him.

He rubbed soothing circles in your skin, relaxing you. His lips littered gentle kisses up and down your arm, causing goose bumps to pop up on your skin.

‘We all get worried sometimes about these things. In fact, since you’re so central to our plans, I’d be more worried if you weren’t scared…’ He spoke, pulling your body on top of his, he pulled you down so your head rested in the crook of his neck. You breathed in his scent, while he gently rubbed your back. The whole crew smelt of fruit, but Yoongi always smelt the sweetest, you wondered what they were using to smell so irresistible to you.

‘You don’t have to worry though, you have all of them protecting you, I’ll assign Taehyung and Jungkook to you, how’s that?’ You just nodded, not fully over your reservations, but you could feel them subsiding slightly.

His hands trailed up and down your waist, every so often tracing back to your back, rubbing his fingertips over the fabric that separated your skin from his. One of his hands slipped below your night dress, you didn’t complain, his warm hands on your skin was a welcomed feeling. You hummed in contentment as his finger nails grazed your back, leaving tiny little scratches. It felt soothing, causing a warmth to vibrate through your body. Your hand slipped under his shirt to return the favour, trailing a nail gently down the middle of his chest.

‘Baby, have you ever…’

‘No.’ You replied, in nothing more than a whisper. It came out more like a whine, a small whimper. You felt his hands wander to your ass, gripping it tightly. You blushed slightly, forgetting you didn’t put pants on under the night dress. He groaned, not feeling the thin fabric that would separate his hands from the soft skin of your ass.

‘Sorry, I forgot. I uh, didn’t think…’ You trailed off, not really sure where you were going with this. He just laughed, repositioning you so you could feel how aroused he was right now.

‘You don’t realise how much I want you, what I want you to do right now…’ He spoke, instinctively thrusting his hips up towards you. Moaning at this action only stirred him on more, making you want him just as much.

‘Please, Yoongi please, I want it.’ You whined; he was conflicted. There was so much more you needed to know, to learn before you went that far with him, but he wanted you. Wanted you so fucking bad.

Flipping you over, he pinned you to the bed, lips seconds away from pressing to yours. His hand lifted your night dress to just below your breasts, fingertips tracing the skin under them.

‘Are you sure? I’m not going all the way with you, I need to have some control right now, but are you sure you want this with me, right now.’ You nodded, slipping the night dress over your head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. He just took a long look at your body, laid out before him.

‘I’m more than sure, I’d give everything to you right now, but whatever you will give me will please me.’ He smirked at your choice of words, throwing his shirt over his head too. He wasn’t a muscular man, but he was toned, and pale. You must remind him to take some time out of this little room, get some sunlight. His lips were on yours before you had a second to protest, sucking and biting your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as his hand gripped your breast, letting him slip his tongue passed your lips. Arching your back into him, he plucked your nipple between his fingers, the other hand holding you in place.

‘Stop squirming baby, you’re so needy.’ He muttered against your lips, trailing them down your jaw and neck, sucking little purple marks onto your skin. You whined at the sensation, never being marked before. It felt a little sore, but kind of nice when his tongue soothed the sting. You watched his head sink further and further down your body, settling between your thighs. He spread them open for him, biting his lip at the sight. God what he wouldn’t do to bury himself into you right now. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, feeling you tense under his touch.

‘Baby, relax, please.’ He whispered, planting kisses up and down your thighs. You let out a breath, relaxing your body enough for him to start. He licked a strip from your entrance to the top, you tried to shut your thighs, the sensation very new to you. He pinned you down, hips and thighs. He continued his ministrations, having you a squirming, whimpering mess in seconds. You could feel the wetness dripping down you, spilling on the sheets below you. You had always thought the women at the brothel exaggerated everything, making out it felt so much better than it actually did. You now knew that was not the case, it did feel that good, it did force these sounds out of your body. Within a few minutes you were a mess, a warm feeling building in your stomach that you weren’t used to.

‘Yoongi, Yoongi stop, it feels weird, it feels- Ah, feels weird.’ You felt his lips curl into a smile, tongue lapping against you faster, a whine falling from your lips. The warm feeling burst inside you, finger tips and toes tingling, instinctively you gripped his hair, back arching off the bed. The feeling subsided quickly into nothing but a low hum in your bones, muscles aching.

‘If you hadn’t gathered already, it’s meant to feel like that. You’ll get used to it.’ He teased, lying down beside you. You knew enough from the brothel that you were meant to return the favour. Sitting up, you went to take his trousers off, seeing his dick straining against the fabric. He gripped your hands, stopping you from pulling them any further down.

‘You don’t have to do this baby, I’m happy as we are.’ You rolled your eyes, throwing his hands away, slipping his trousers down regardless.

‘I want to.’ You replied shortly. Once you walked in on a woman giving a blow job, it couldn’t be that hard right? Just pop it in your mouth and move your head? Sitting between his legs you sized him up, holding the base in your hand. He let out a sigh at the feeling, the first time someone else had touched him in over two years. Testing the waters, you kitten licked the tip, hearing his breath hitch in his throat you assumed you were doing something right. Putting the tip in your mouth, you sucked lightly twirling your tongue as you went. You managed to slip further down, until the tip hit the back of your throat and your lips hit his pubic bone, he gripped your hair as you swallowed around him, trying not to gag at the new sensation in your throat.

‘That’s it baby, suck a little harder for me when you move up and down. Let me feel how much you want it.’ You did as you were told, sucking harder, moving your head faster. He groaned and moaned above you, trying hard not to thrust his hips into your mouth. He didn’t want to force that on you yet, you were far too innocent, far too pure. He forced you down to the base, keeping you there for a second until you swallowed around him. He came in your mouth with a grunt, legs shaking, hips stuttering. You swallowed it all, trying not to taste anything, you remember some of the women complaining about the taste. He tried to get his breath back, throwing himself back onto the bed, a little chuckle slipping through his lips as he motioned for you to join him.

‘Where in the world did you learn that?’ He spoke, still trying to get his breath back, you just shrugged, not willing to ruin the mood by telling him you remembered it from when you were five.

‘Are you slightly calmer about this now?’ He spoke, once you had both calmed down, still rubbing little circles on your now naked back. You nodded, circling his nipple with your index finger.

‘If I have that to look forward to, then I will do my best!’ You smiled, feeling his chest move with laughter. He patted your ass, slipping his hand under your chin.

‘Go get cleaned up, wouldn’t want you sick now would we?’ He spoke, planting a gentle kiss on your lips before sending you off.

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joyandeggs · 5 years

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May we have some SFW Shoot headcanons, please? 😊

You just said the magic word. 💓 This is just going to be a bunched up list of ideas and other things I've thought of over the past year and now. I literally have notepads full of things about my sweet Shoot.

There's the usual headcanon where Shoot, since losing his left arm for unknown reasons, ends up using his Nen hands to help him do little things around the house, like braiding his hair in the mornings, holding his book while he reads, grabbing things on the top shelves even if he's tall enough to reach with his right. He doesn't even need to use his left hands, but It's a little habit of his when he isn't thinking.

Before Shoot was able to use his Nen, he lost his arm. He was left sad, weak, in pain, defeated. Defeated because of the fact that he had so much struggle trying to only use his right arm. Luckily, that's his dominant. Maybe he created the left hands to make up for what he lost, but also using it as an advantage when fighting. (I remember seeing this old fanart of Shoot where the artist headcanoned that when Shoot lost his arm, it was cut into three pieces. I always thought that was interesting to me.)

Now that I'm typing all of this, maybe Shoot made Hotel Rafflesia first before his hands? I don't know. I've never thought of that until just now. I only assumed he had made them at the same time. Maybe he created one ability before the other, depending on how he was trying to go about it at the time through his life.

Shoot is more of a serious, quiet person, but even around Knuckle and Morel, gradually Knov and the others, and even with a significant other, he'll loosen up. When he's more comfortable around them, especially Knuckle or a significant other, he'll make his own comments or smile and laugh at something they say. It's captivating when he breaks out into a smile or laugh, which he has a habit of covering with his hand.

Him and Knuckle actually do a little bit of everything together. It doesn't help that they have the same teacher together, but they end up hanging out quite often, either by themselves or with Morel and company. Or just Morel, since he takes them out frequently in between breaks or after missions. Sometimes they still clash from being different people, but they are such good friends. They're like brothers. They really do care for each other so, so much.

(The Hunter Four) Shoot and Knuckle are best friends, of course, but he would also get along with Kite really well. Kite would enjoy how soft spoken Shoot was, and even if he's quiet, he's relaxed around Kite. They both have that relaxing atmosphere. Kite and Shoot would get to talking about all of the different things they've done as hunters, with Shoot learning a lot from Kite's stories.

(The Hunter Four) Shoot doesn't speak to other hunters at all much, only to his small circle Morel has cut out. But if he were to meet Hanzo, they would be sweet friends with different dynamics. Hanzo is a little more outgoing and talkative, while Shoot is more quiet and introverted. Shoot enjoys talking to Hanzo and listening to what he has to say always. Hanzo brings out his smile when he gets to rambling on about whatever, even if it's about something completely random, and it makes him happy that he wants to listen, even wanting to engage more often. At least he wasn't annoying him. Hanzo found Shoot to be intimidating at first, almost not becoming friends at first due to how scary he looked. That was poor judgement though! Hanzo of course just came up politely and started speaking to him, and Shoot found him to be so nice and friendly. Same with Hanzo.

Shoot tends to get much more quiet than normal when he's sad, keeping to himself and bottling up his emotions. It isn't the best thing, but he doesn't want to bother anyone with his feelings. He's suppose to be strong after all! If you compare him to Knuckle, he and him are the same when they are emotional. It will pour out of them when that barrier stopping them will break apart as they do. If someone asked him if someone was wrong or if he's okay, he'll actually try to tell them he's fine, and not to worry over him. Even with close ones like Morel and Knuckle, despite being more open with them. But when he's breaking down and at his lowest, darkest point, he would tell people to go away. He feels awful when he does that though, he really doesn't mean to do it. He just needs a little space to take deep breaths and let his troubles out of him. When someone does help him through these times, either just sitting and keeping beside him, maybe rubbing his back or hugging him comfortingly, he is incredibly thankful that he didn't make them mad or hurt them for being too emotional.

Whenever Shoot is happy in any way, his has the sweetest smile on his face. (He deserves to be happy. His smile is so cute and warm.) If something makes him laugh, he has a rather small laugh, but sometimes will either hum quietly or pop out loudly. It just depends on what gets to him more. For the most part, his happiness is shown through his eyes and lips. The soft look in his eyes and the soft quirk of the corners of his mouth will definitely show how happy he is, even if it isn't a toothy wide grin compared to someone like Knuckle.

Shoot doesn't get violent at all when he's angry. I can definitely see him as the scary, quiet type. In the series, he isn't openly angry or raises his voice at all. He would raise his voice rarely, but it's still quiet. He tries to keep calm and collective when he feels like this, which is surprising considering how some other feelings affect him.

As he travels with work, he ends up either staying with Morel in many different places, or staying with Morel at his little rented home. Most of them are little hotel rooms which are shared with Knuckle. renting an area with multiple rooms ends up being more expensive, and Morel tends to try and save money a bit. Regardless, he always tries to keep his living space clean. No trash anywhere, no throwing clothes or anything on the floor. It makes him feel better when there's no clutter. If he has his own stuff with him, he's not the best organizer but he does try to keep things together. He's more of a tidy person, and always cleans up after himself. When it comes to Morel's rented home, he honestly doesn't know what to do when he has his own bedroom. The only thing he would keep is a closet full of clothes that barely takes up the space, and some books. His room would always look so bare.

Some of his favorite foods are a lot of egg, noodle, or chicken/pork based meals. I've always thought that he would enjoy breakfast food and coffee. He would like traditional tonkatsu ramen or maybe sushi whenever he goes out for food. (Meve, what do you think Shoot's favorite sushi would be? Rainbow roll keeps coming to mind. 🍣❤) If at home, a simple bowl of curry, omelette rice, or stir fry. Enjoys vegetables greatly. Fruit, too. He isn't picky with anything. I think he would really like fried foods, too! Like takoyaki and dumplings, and seafood pancakes.

Absolutely loves cooking. For him, it's relaxing and fun. His favorite things to cook are breakfast, fried rice, and a lot of other Japanese foods. Also has a talent for baking when he wants to bake any treats. He's a sucker for some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, or a small vanilla cake.

(Self-indulgent) I believe Shoot would be a really nice singer, as far as Yuuji Ueda's music sounds. Just as lovely as his natural speaking voice. It's soft and low, but can get a little higher. He never sings out loud when no one is around him though, so no one has ever heard him. Only in private. He hums along to songs and tunes when he isn't thinking though. Knuckle has actually caught him singing softly to himself in another room, he just doesn't know it.

With how quiet and reserved Shoot appears to be, you find the times sitting in a complete, comfortable silence with him is what makes your times with him special. Both of you don't need to talk constantly or anything. If you both run out of things to say, you or him could always speak up later if you or him wanted to. If you were taking a walk or just outside to get some fresh air, the birds, residents, or the ocean/river banks are the things speaking to the both of you for now. You never find Shoot's silence awkward or boring. It's always soothing. You do enjoy when you get to listen to him speak though. He finds himself speaking much more than what he usually does with you though.

Whenever Shoot seems to find himself wanting to ask someone he likes out, he has no idea how to go about it. He's going crazy over the idea in the first place. The man is so shy that he is just silently battling his own mind in worry, until Knuckle suggests his own ideas to him. His friend of course tries to help in his own way. Knuckle thinks he's a wingman, much to Shoot's annoyance. He appreciates his help, he truly does, until Knuckle suddenly shouts, "You just gotta tell them how you feel, fool! If you don't, then I will!!" Shoot immediately stops him before he could reach you first, and that's how he finally asks you out. He is a nervous mess, but he sees how nervous they are, which eases his nerves just a bit. At least Knuckle didn't blurt out that Shoot was in love with them or something. That would have been really embarrassing.

Or Shoot would eventually find his way to them naturally, quietly admitting how much he really likes them. The man has the strength to overcome fears. Even if they approached him first, if the time was just right, Shoot could do it.

Shoot is incredibly affectionate whenever in a relationship with someone he truly cares about. When comfortable enough, he wants to be around them or as close as possible to them, both in public and in private. In public, he just likes to sit beside you, even hold your hand or place his hand on your thigh. He gets a little shy when it comes to PDA, but he will give you a small kiss to the forehead or lips when he sees you. In private, he just wants to be as close as he physically can, wrapping his arm around them, maybe even snuggling up while sitting or cuddling close together in bed. He just loves sweet physical gestures like that. If his partner were super affectionate like he shyly is, then he actually melts. The man feels loved. He wants you to feel the same way he does when he's with you.

Shoot, in a relationship, is very romantic. He's secretly a hopeless romantic with certain things. Holding your hand, giving kisses to your forehead and cheeks, it's the little intimate things that he absolutely loves to do with you. Intimacy actually makes him melt. He enjoys writing you letters from time to time to surprise you, especially on anniversaries. He's also a flowers type of man, he would absolutely love buying flowers for his significant other. I can just imagine him staring into someone's eyes, telling them how much he means to him and how happy he is they're in his life, all while holding their hand and rubbing his thumb tenderly on their knuckles. When he's just himself, he can be very suave and romantic in his own ways without even realizing it.

He also does that thing where he'll just...stare and admire you, either into your eyes or at your lips, rubbing his thumb over the bottom of your lip. It's just the little things. It's the little things that will get to him, but he also does them to his significant other.

Sadly, Shoot wouldn't see his significant other often. Since he travels for work, being gone for various periods of time that vary from mission to mission, he has to leave from time to time. When he does finish a mission and has the time to do so, he is coming right back to see you, even if it's just for a handful of hours. Sometimes if he can't see you during work, he'll call you for a brief chat, checking to see if you were alright and how you had been doing while being apart. I think Shoot would be that type of person that would make time for you. It's nice that Morel has a little home Knuckle and himself go back to after their work is done, otherwise you may never see him.

#💓#thank you so much for the ask #this was nice #I'm happy that someone out there enjoys me gushing over shoot #❤💍#shoot mcmahon #hunter x hunter #m3v3 #askbox

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Loki Baby Pt 5

… Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - ...

Wk 19 -- “…I left it in my room…”

… @sdavid09, @theincaprincess, ...

Through the line giggles filled the room Scott and his little girl were playing and joking around for a few moments before the father answered, “Scott here.”

Tony smirked answering, “Scott, Tony Stark here, got a job for you and that suit of yours.”

“Um,” he said glancing at his girl moving onto putting together some snacks, “Tony, I don’t know about that, last time in Germany-,”

“This is not about that, trust me, this will not have any federal repercussions. It is entirely domestic, child play really for a pro like you.”

Scott’s brows furrowed and he leaned against the doorframe asking, “If it is so simple then why me?”

“Because the target hates me and I need an alibi.”

His lips pursed for a moment then he asked, “This is not an approval, but, what am I supposed to be after?”

Tony, “I need you to break in and take this pen,”

Scott laughed out loud, “A pen?!”

Tony, “It looks like a pen, but it isn’t, and I need you to get it so I can test it and find out what it is exactly.”

With a tilt of his head Scott’s lip curled for a moment and he turned to grin and wave at his daughter and said, “Send me the details, I’ll scope it out.”

“Good, fifteen grand in it for you when you deliver the pen.” Scott had to hold back his giddy laugh and sharing of the deal until the following morning when he went in to work in handing off his little girl for the weekend trip to an amusement park out in Florida.

Off to his job he raced and through the door he stepped with arms out saying, “None of you are going to guess who just hired me for a job today.”

Kurt, “Bruce Springsteen.”

Dave turned to look at him with a momentarily scrunched face, “Man, no way is Bruce Springsteen even on our radar.” Looking to Scott he said, “Ugh,” he said snapping his fingers, “What is that guys name?” Again he snapped then pointed at Scott, “Guy Fierri!”

Kurt, “Who is Guy Fierri?”

Dave, “He’s that tv chef with blonde spiked hair and that dark goatee. My lady’s got me hooked on these cooking shows, and-,”

Kurt, “Oh, yes I saw that Kitchen Rescue show. Cannot get enough.”

Luis turned in his chair after having untangled his chair from the phone and internet cable looking over the trio as Scot waved his hands, “Guys! No!”

Dave sighed leaning back in his chair faking interest in the change of subject, “Fine Scott, who did hire you?”

“Tony Stark!” He replied quickly receiving a room full of blinks. “Guys, ok, I know what you’re thinking, after the Germany thing, though this time, this time entirely domestic and so simple!”

Kurt, “What, he wants to have us install security system in one of his offices?”

Dave, “Nah man, he’s got his own grid, why would he go about hiring us?”

Scott bounced on his feet in a momentary crouch, “He wants me to steal a pen!” Brows rose and he added, “For fifteen grand! Though it’s not really a pen he thinks it just looks like a pen and he wants me to get it so he can check it out.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed, “Is it pen gun?”

Scott’s eyes turned to Dave as he said, “Ooh, one of those poison dart pens? Saw one of those in a spy film once.”

Kurt, “Can’t be a grapple hook pen, completely illogical.”

Dave, “From that Johnny English film, yes!” turning to Scott he asked, “Why you?”

Scott looked between them then said, “Apparently he’s hated by the person with the pen and needs an alibi.”

Luis climbed out of his chair to join the others as Kurt asked, “Who’s the target? Some mastermind villain?”

Scott glanced at his phone rereading the message with all the info in it, “Some lady named Jaqi Pear.”

Luis, “Woah, woah, woah! Back that bus up you are not telling me that you accepted a job to rob one of the sweetest ladies on this planet, not counting my Grandma and your little girl. Cuz man, if you did I gotta judge our friendship a bit closer for your motives on that spectrum siding with Stark against the sweetest lady on the planet!”

The whole speech fired out rapidly and nearly had Scott reeling before he replied, “How do you know her? I’ve never heard of her.”

Kurt, “Pear? Like the fruit Pear?”

Scott nodded and Dave waved his hand and clicked his tongue, “Man, you mean you accepted a job from the woman who backed our company loan?!”

Scott, “Wait, what?! No, I though Master Industries backed us.”

Kurt, “Master, founded by a Miss Pear, the leading security and technology company in this country with resources even Stark cannot touch.”

Scott haltingly replied, “I, did, not, know that…”

Luis crossed his arms, “So, what does this Stark assume the sweetest lady on the planet ever could possibly be up to with this pen?”

Scott shrugged, “I don’t know man, he just said he wanted the pen.” Looking his friend over he asked, “Wait, how does one of the biggest tech and security companies take the time and money to invest in our band of misfits?”

Luis clicked his tongue, “Man, that goes way back to my Mom, when she was fresh out of high school,” with a grin he pointed at himself, “She just had me, and she needed place to get a job, and she heard from these guys on the street corner while waiting for the bus that this ‘dragon lady’ had spent half an hour railing them on their credentials and kicked them to the curb. Well, moms was straight up impressed, cuz these guys were in like top of the line suits with those really shiney shoes, one of ‘em wearing their Harvard pin on their tie. So she goes, ‘Hey, any chicka crazy enough to send these money bags off to the curb has got my interest.’ So she goes three blocks over skipping an interview for a maids job over to this just glass wrapped building thinking ‘Worst comes to worst I can shine the hell out of these windows and floors have this chicka working in a bomb office!’”

The guys nodded and Luis wet his lips saying, “So she goes right past the doorman, who for his nice suit didn’t say a thing bout her bringing me with her, and she strolled right up to the desk saying, ‘I came to see Miss Pear.’ Again no comment form the man behind the counter, kind of shifty in her mind at first, cuz they should have said something cuz she wasn’t really at the top of her game that day, her curling iron died and had to head out in last night’s makeup after a colicky night with me. But she gets told ‘go to the elevator’ so she does and up we go. Right in the line of suit clad guys Mom just sat her self down and waited for the line to go through, each time seeing a guy, who’s like a twin to the guy downstairs, only he’s got a red shirt on, who looked like the guy at the door, so she’s figuring maybe they’re all related somehow?”

Scott nodded, “Makes sense.”

Luis nodded and continued, “Right so surprisingly half an hour later the guy comes out again after the last guy looks at the list and turns around saying, ‘We have an unnamed applicant.’ And my Moms hears this honey dipped angelic voice say, ‘Show them in.’ She gets up, little bit wobbly, cuz, again, not top of her game, but she draws it in and struts right in, just working the confidence and sits right down across from this just top notch woman. Sleek green dress leaned back in her leather chair just working her figure, with long curled ponytail laying over her chest and just this stunning smile though it wasn’t till she leaned forward and that’s when she saw it.”

Dave, “The pen?”

Luis, “What? No! Her eyes! Bright purple! Shook my Moms hand and asked her her name and how do you do’s and all that then she got to the big question, ‘What brings you in today?’ and Moms just busted out with her hearing about those guys and her just knowing that this would be the right place for her and said that she’d be grateful for even a cleaning job.”

Kurt, “So she got the job?”

Luis smiled wider, “Miss Pear gave her an assistant job,” parting their lips, “I know right! Ya, took a chance on my Moms, and she just nailed it right out of the park. Sure she’s a bit,” his teeth flashed in a tilt of his raised hands, “Low key immortal but all around-,”

Scott, “Wait, what?”

Dave, “Did you say immortal?”

Luis, “See, she’s older than I am, cuz clearly I was a baby at the interview, but Mom said it wasn’t that big of a deal cuz Gran met her once and said there was nothing shady there, ‘sometimes there’s just those that are sent down to bless’ and that’s what she did. Cuz for 25 years she employed my Moms and even helped to get me a better lawyer to take up my appeal case pro bono and then after I got out insisted she take time off and see a specialist for that lump she had on her neck. Turned out it was cancer, and even when the company insurance refused to pay Miss Pear paid for everything, even the driver service to get her to each appointment and when my Moms passed she got top of the line everything down the line.

And of course I felt a bit bad you know, my growing up in the office and then taking that wrong legal turn that maybe I shouldn’t go there, but we had such a great idea and I knew that she would understand my idea and that if there was a problem with the pitch she would help me fix it, so I called the number and she says just drop by. Right in my Moms old chair is my second cousin in law Trish, who just sent me right in saying she cleared her morning for me. We caught all up and she wanted to hear all about how I’ve been doing and cleaning up after getting out and then I showed her the plans and how the banks refused the loan applications and asked how I could fluff it up for the business world.

All she does is do what she always did to seal the deal, lean her way back in that chair, still one bomb chicka after all these years and she dials the phone and makes a call, says ‘Charles, I’m sending someone over, give it to him.’ Then looks over to me when she hangs up ‘Just head over to Brumson Bank head straight up to Charles’ desk and tell him I sent you.’ And,” Excitedly he mimed a bomb exploding, “Boom! We got our loan!” his grin dropped and he said to Scott, “Now tell me you didn’t take a job to rob the sweetest lady on the planet?”

Scott felt his stomach drop a foot lower in hearing how this woman had changed his best friend’s life and his own by backing their company and he rubbed the back of his neck, “Um, I mean, it’s just a pen.”

Dave pursed his lips for a moment then asked, “Maybe, you could just talk to her? Maybe explain the situation, she might let you take a picture of the pen or something.”

Kurt nodded, “Yes, any woman that kind may be understanding.”

Luis pulled out his phone saying, “I’m gonna give you her address and send her a message you’re dropping by her office, and you better clear this up!” Luis typed on his screen and then said, “She’s shopping right now but she’ll be in her office in an hour. She will see you then.”

Scott nodded and said, “Cool, cool…” his lips pursed a moment and he said, “Wonder why Stark said she hates him.”

Waffles filled the air of your apartment that Loki let himself into after an otter opened the door for him and closed it behind him. The usually alluring scent you gave off was nearly doubled making his fingers clench around the sleeves of his sweater as his slippers tapped silently across the carpet in your warm living room making his flannel pants seeming all the more cozy nearly driving him to curl up on one of your couches for some more sleep. A striking glimpse of you however halted him in his tracks, fully done up and dressed to the nines, but groggily pacing in a stunning aura of something he could only explain as ‘snuggle up with me’ you finished setting out the various clearly freshly made fruit jams and spreads for the waffles, cinnamon raisin bread and muffins you had made.

A brush of your curled bangs that fell into your face from behind your ear clearly from the mess of curls pulled up into a messy bun on top of your head. In passing the island to fetch the juice for you, and milk for the tea brewing he caught sight of the short shorts in yellow under your grey baggy t shirt, tall socks pulled up to your knee in moose slippers had him wetting his lips and moving closer. Turning your head you spotted him and even in your clearly drowsy expression he forced a grin onto his face reminding himself to breathe. You were stunning with makeup and now he had seen you untouched, sleep wrinkles and indents from pillows still pressed into your cheek. Though the thing overpowering him was the scent wafting off you.

“Morning.” He forced out and you grinned back turning to fetch the whistling kettle.

“I have tea, and so many things.” You said turning granting him a change to exhale and let his hand rest on the counter blinking through the surge of hormones racing through his body before burying that behind another grin. “Um, it’s all on the table, help yourself, be right there.”

He nodded and turned trying not to shake from the powerful waves crashing through his body urging him to close the distance between you. Into his seat he lowered and filled his plate with his eyes drifting back up to you, he was never one to be lost to the throws of lust and very rarely found himself even pretending he was sexually attracted to anyone. Yet his eyes locked on you and wouldn’t leave the longer he stared at you sending his blood pumping causing his left arm to drop to his waist to manage the visual issues of this sudden pull to you. Managing a cool tone he asked, “Did you sleep well?”

In a half turn holding the kettle your hand was raised smoothing around the back of your earring untangling a strand of hair from it as you answered, “Sort of, got woken up by this call-.” In a sudden lift of your gaze your fingers stroked along the skin under your ear not feeling the strip of pheromone blocker you normally added when you had company. The absence of which fully explaining the bright red eyes of Loki locked on you, the enhanced pheromones you inherited from your father mingled with your Time Lord genes only worsening your attraction abilities on others and even more so when you were ovulating, shaking your head you carried the kettle over and poured out into your mugs set out. His chest rising in his deep inhale as you drew closer to his side, “Just some work thing.” You set the kettle down on the cooling mat on the table and said, “I forgot something, …I left it in my room…right back,”

Turning to cross the floor to your stairs you felt his gaze following you as you mentally berated yourself. Blinking his eyes Loki felt the wave drop all at once in him after you crossed the first rug and the scents of the meal you had made leaving him absolutely puzzled for what had just happened. True he knew the most of Frost Giants and their home but nothing of their physical, or chemical makeup through their lives. They had no study on it. True his mother had done what she could to learn enough to help him through what he had assumed to be his only flash of puberty when he was younger, but this had never happened to him before.

Thor sure enough like other Asgardian males had gone through a flash of heat where he had to be managed to keep from populating a kingdom of his own like other males sent off to traditional secondary planets far from any females in their own wave of hormone fueled misery instantly evening out when separated from the other gender. Loki saw this, from a bystander’s view, feeling none of the agitation or rage at not being able to breed to their fullest potential, his came three years later and lasted twice as long spurring on a special job from his mother to hide this from others. But even that was nothing like this, instant on and off again instantly making him hope that this was not true and he would not be putting you in any danger by being around you through this. He would never hurt you or force you in any way but with your size difference and his clear silver tongue mastery of persuasion no doubt it could be left to you having no choice in the matter of sleeping with him surely ruining things if he could not control this.

Down again you came and thankfully his below the waist situation had calmed enough he could sit up straight and flash you a grin slightly uncertain of the much more diluted excitement in seeing you again somehow troubling him more than the initial surge of attraction. As if now he ached in missing the unhelped attraction he could not dream of fighting, though he could never dream of wishing to have that for anyone but you for an even more puzzling truth settling in his mind worrying him as to why. Flashing a grin of your own you felt the circular patch fading into your skin beneath your ear radiating your pheromones into an aura of green apples around you, a simple solution to a problem your parents had showed you how to make on your own when you were younger for this very reason.

Into your seat you lowered and Loki looked you over with eyes narrowing for a moment at the scent of apples washing over him in your tending to your morning tea you raised for a sip to test how much honey to add to it. “Forgive me, but, did you put on perfume?”

Lowering your mug you wet your lips, watching his eyes trailing after your tongue, actions like that only worsening your pheromone problem as your attraction to the one affected by it only made your body give off more pheromones to drown the poor creature in them. He was clearly still feeling some effects of that initial hormonal draw to you, “No, it um,” your brows furrowed and you decided to tell a tiny white lie. “I’ve been working on my power cells lately, a new mechanism for it exactly, and recently I’ve noticed my pheromones just bursting out. I made some patches for it to block that, I forgot to put it on. Sorry about that, didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Exhaling sharply he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t relieved in your explanation, yet meanwhile disappointed it wasn’t something genuine for and from you sank in and he had to force his grin to remain in place until his mind flashed back to your flinching from staring at him in changing his shirt followed clearly by your stating that you did find him attractive. Bite by bite he felt his reminders that this was merely financial slipping away, with his hormones and attachment building in his urge to people please this was a losing battle he would hold no regrets over losing.

He had sworn to himself not to lose control and get attached but that damn calming innocence you exuded just lulled him right into the trap and that wave of hormones had him trying to steal glances to find that patch you had mentioned to see how simple it might be to brush against you and remove it to see what would happen. Before he knew it the meal was through and he was back in his closet staring at his clothes trying to choose which clothes to wear simple enough for your trip to the market for his pantry and basic supplies. Keeping it simple he chose a pale orange shirt he tucked into his black pants he pulled on with his boots tied on after. At his mirror he inhaled fixing his sleeves looking himself over only to shake his head at the thought on what to do to make you more attracted to him. Or rather which features you were attracted to helping you to choose him over someone like Thor.

Turning away he wet his lips heading back to the stairs to meet you in the hall, down he trotted hurrying to meet you hoping he hadn’t taken too long. With the door between you he paused smoothing his hand over his chest ensuring his shirt was smooth over his chest and stomach before opening the door to find the hall empty. Lowly he mumbled, “I cannot have taken too long..”

Your doorknob turned however and he stepped out using his key on the ring he had been palming to lock the door behind him then turned to grin at you looking over the jeans and blouse you were wearing with a flash of mint green from your heeled boots helping to get you to his shoulder. A click behind you and a grin eased across your pink painted lips. Back to your dolled up appearance his chest ached, already missing the intimacy of seeing the face and curls you kept to yourself. True makeup made little change as you used little of it to accent your eyes and lips but still nothing could touch the stunning shift of you in your most comfortable setting calling to his own urge to remain lounging in a book filled nook all day. That was his new daydream, hiding the day away with you reading or being read to as one of you lounged against the other, a perfect day filled with cuddling and stolen naps between sharing words of wonder and longing.

A compliment was given and sheepish chuckles were traded in the turn for the stairs down to the waiting car, it was a short drive but still you needed the trunk to transfer everything inside. Four steps in a stretch of his index finger looped around your pinky finger and the connection held for the trot down to the first floor. It seemed so simple, just a finger hold but a welcome invitation for a hand to hold was too much to pass up on. Another part of his dissolving line between the fantasy of this all and whatever it truly was. Settling into the car however the hold broke only to have his hand mold around the top of yours when it rested between your thighs, his thumb tenderly tracing pathways across the backs of your knuckles.

Turning his head he asked, “How long do we have?”

With a smirk you replied easing out his grin, “As long as you like, whole day’s clear.”

Locked in place his hand remained on yours even in the slide out of the car, which he used to help steady you to your feet and shifted to retain in the stroll to the front entrance. His spare hand used to guide the cart he tugged free from the corral and even a his eyes scanned the store he asked, “Where should we start?”

“Um, we could start with soaps and such if you like? Usually I leave frozen and refrigerated items to last.”

“Good plan, soaps and such it is.”

Each and every aisle he went down collecting a supply of possible necessities keeping up the conversation you had started and always claimed your hand again after each step away to inspect or fetch something new. The food half was next and from basics to comfort food and snacks came next, though lost between two chip flavors his head turned slightly seeing you draw your phone out of your purse after it’s buzz and chime. In a full glance your way as you read the message he asked, “Work calling?”

‘Miss Pear, I was wondering if you might be able to meet up with my best friend sometime. Seems he’s got himself in a bit of a jam and needs someone to talk to.’

To yourself you let out a hmm in confusion and raised your gaze to Loki, “Friend of a former assistant of mine wants to talk to me about something.”

Hastily you typed back, ‘Tell them we can meet in an hour at my office.’

“You need to go now?”

Shaking your head you replied with a grin, “No, said I’d meet them in an hour.” His lips parted then closed and he nodded making you move closer and loop your arm in his making him grin, “Don’t look like that I’m not abandoning you. Plenty of time for you to pick a bag of crisps and finish the aisles. The otters will make easy work of the bags.” Looking at the bags he was stuck between you asked, “Ridges or barbecue?”

“I know I would care for one in one occasion but the other in different occasions.” Turning his head his gaze lowered to yours at the resting of your cheek against his arm while the thumb on your free hand traced a muscle in his bicep, “I suppose I could choose both, however the question is how long the bags would last.”

“If you mean freshness usually they last a few days before growing stale, though usually they are a bit addictive, even I can get through a majority of a bag before I’ve realized it.”

Loki nodded, “I shall pick both then, I rarely have gotten to try them, the team usually rushed in snatching them away.” He said claiming two flavors he added to the cart before eyeing the other flavors, “I suppose I could try a new pair a week. There are so many to choose from.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You said as he guided you along hoping you would stay draped against and around his arm for as long as possible. Through the line you did up to the car where you helped him fill the trunk and grinned to yourself when his hand melted around yours again. Inside the car again he looked to you in a subtle scoot closer to you and wet his lips before asking, “Any plans after your meeting?”

Turning your head you caught a flinch of his eyes over your face as you drew in a breath to keep your pulse slow noticing he’d moved closer again making your eyes flinch to his lips for a moment, “Just heading back. I doubt it would take long,”

Taking the words out of your mouth he asked, “Up for a film after?”

“Sure, give you a chance to break into those chips of yours.” Back home again into the garage you went and in a sea of floating otters with their arms full of bags you rode the lift up to his apartment he unlocked and chuckled in following the adorable floating otters to his kitchen to put everything away. Stealing a glance at you he flashed you a grin as you said, “I should pop off. I will see you after, and be careful they tend to alphabetize everything, while the one with spots tends to sort things by color.”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle, “I will monitor the situation, thank you.” His eyes followed you in your path out of the apartment down to your car again.

Down the steps you trotted asking, “What could this possibly be?”

Pt 6

#Tale Teller’s 52 Week Writing Challenge #Loki x Reader OC

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Recap review 14.20: “Moriah”

THEN: You know, I didn’t realize it until I watched the Then, but this season has just been bananacrackers. So let’s concentrate on the good things. Sam’s Beard of Despair. Sad Sam, angry Sam. Michael!Dean doing that thing where he puts his tongue behind his teeth. I am a Winchester! Sadly missing from the Then: angry Sam yelling enough! and basically making himself King of Hell.

NOW: We begin right where we left off, with glowy-eyed Jack emerging from the ruins of Dean’s magic box. “You lied to me,” he says. Even to Cas, who wasn’t part of the lie. He tosses them into the wall and disappears.

Title card! Cas doesn’t understand why the box that could hold an archangel couldn’t hold a nephilim. Even though Cas himself, I believe, is the one who told us a nephilim is stronger than its angel parent. Okay. They decide that Jack has “leveled up” into something stronger than an archangel, like Mario jumping on a toadstool or hitting a box or something (sorry, I’ve never actually played Mario Brothers). Sam doesn’t think praying to him is going to work again, to which Dean agrees no duh.

Cas chastises the Winchesters for putting Jack in the box in the first place, even though it’s a delightful play on words, and Dean says you’re right, we should have killed him instead, which is what I wanted to do but y'all wouldn’t let me, ignoring the fact that he wouldn’t have had the ability to kill him. But that’s fine because he and Sam have killed all kinds of unkillable things and they will find a a way because Jack is “just another monster.” And Dean is ANGRY and Sam is SO SO UNHAPPY and even Cas is being a little BAMFy and you all know how much I LIKE THESE THINGS.

So. I’m okay with this episode so far.

Cas stomps off and Dean and Sam stand in the wreckage of their storeroom and try to figure out what to do next. Dean suggests Rowena might be able to build another soul bomb, like she did to fight Amara, and he remembers how that bomb would have to be triggered, doesn’t he? Maybe not, but Sam does, and he looks even sadder and softly says okay and he’s wearing that red shirt and y'all, maybe I should just stop watching now. Because I’m sure it couldn’t possibly get any better. It’s got to be downhill from this point. Dean tells him he knows it can’t be easy, he knows how much Jack meant to him, and he was family to Dean too. But Jack isn’t Jack, and they’ve got to do the hard thing, the ugly thing. And it’s not the first time.

How is it that I want to hug him and stroke his hair and tell him it’s going to be okay but I also want to lick that throat?

We find Jack wandering through a larger city, listening to people’s conversations. All of these people happen to be lying through their teeth, which makes him angry. And you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry. “Stop lying,” he yells. The world pauses for a second and then carries on.

The Impala pulls up at a business called Mirror Universe. Is it a giant mirror store? That would be weird. Sam’s on the phone with Rowena, asking her to just try even though they know it’s a long shot, and if I may just belabor a point I’ve made multiple times, I love their relationship, and I especially love that even though Sam and Dean and Rowena all know Sam is fated to kill her, they still accept that she’s Sam’s friend more than Dean’s, because Dean’s always asking Sam if he’s going to call her, and if she has to be talked into anything, it’s understood that Sam does the talking. Love. Sam reports that she thinks their plan is “dangerous and insane” but she’s in. Dean thinks it’s because Rowena knows what Jack is capable of, and not because of her intense love and loyalty for Sam, and, well, let’s just agree to disagree.

They go inside and are almost run over by a guy on a Segway, which tells us this is a techie place, not a giant mirror store. Dean calls the inhabitants nerds, and Sam says “takes one to know one,” and I’d call Dean more of a geek than a nerd, but okay. But then Sam elaborates that Dean is a nerd because he knows every word to every Led Zeppelin song and knows a lot about classic rock drummers, and I wouldn’t call either of those things nerdy. And he watches Jeopardy every night. I’m not sure that’s nerdy either, but Dean doesn’t argue. Sam explains that Mirror Universe builds facial recognition software, which he hopes they can use to find Jack.

Dean’s on it. He walks up to the receptionist, flashes his fake FBI ID, and says “Hi, I’m Dean Winchester, I’m looking for the devil’s son,” and I think, wait, what? He’s using his real name! Why is he using his real name? The receptionist is confused, and so is Dean. “What? Ah. I meant. I’m Dean Winchester, I’m looking for the devil’s son. This badge is fake.” OH MY GOD HE CAN’T LIE. JACK STOPPED EVERYONE FROM LYING. THINK OF THE FANFIC. Dean tries to laugh it off and immediately excuses himself.

Meanwhile, Sam witnesses a conversation where one guy says “I’m sleeping with your wife” and the other says “I know; I’m kinda into it” and is adorably befuddled. Then Dean joins him.

Hey, let me ask you a question. Tell me who your favorite singer is.

What?

Look, I know you say it’s Elvis, but we both know that’s crap. So tell me who your favorite singer is.

It’s like you said, it’s Celine Dion. I mean, Celine Dion… Celine… Dean, every time I try to say Elvis, it comes out-

The sad horrible truth, yeah.

Friends, there’s no way Celine Dion is actually Sam’s favorite singer. No possible way. So I hate that they made a mockery of Sam’s musical taste for the sake of a joke. On the other hand, it is a very funny bit. But it would have been just as funny, and less nauseating to me personally, if he’d said ABBA. But let’s move on.

Suddenly everyone at Mirror Universe is not only unable to lie, but they also can’t help blurting out the truth. And these are two completely different things. If Yogurt Guy asked Red Hoodie Guy if he’d stolen his yogurt, he’d have to say yes. But when Yogurt Guy just yells “who ate my yogurt,” there’s no reason Red Hoodie Guy couldn’t sit quietly and say nothing. So none of this truth-spewing chaos actually makes sense. But it’s funny. Especially the Stapler Queen. It’s also funny when the Winchesters duck into a conference room and watch a little bit of a news broadcast, where it’s reported the President admitted he’s a tax cheat who made a demon deal “with someone named Crowley,” because sometimes the low-hanging fruit is the sweetest fruit of all. The guys realize that if the truth curse isn’t a local phenomenom, it must be Jack’s doing.

Cut to Cas, looking into a peephole, trying to convince the demon inside to give him access to Hell. He wants to study the cage. She refuses to take him there literally, but invites him to go metaphorically. Does Cas want to send Jack to Lucifer’s cage? Or study it so he can build his own? Is she a special demon who provides guided tours of Hell? Are all the demons in hiding, now that Sam has denied them a leader? We don’t have time to ponder these questions, because behind Cas, someone says “Wow, yeah. You guys are screwed.” And he would know. Because it’s Chuck. Oooh, looks we’re getting the deus ex machina solution to the Jack problem!

Cut to Jack, knocking on the door of his grandmother’s house. Yes, she remembers him, and isn’t happy to see him.

Let’s go back to Jack’s stepfather and his grandfather.

God.

Eh.

{eyeroll} Chuck.

There you go.

He says he’s there because Cas called him, and we get a flashback of Cas calling on him with Samulet 2.0. Took you long enough, Chuck. He admits he’s there because of Jack, too. “He’s a problem.”

Kline house. The problem child is surprised to find that Kelly’s mom realizes he lied to her and isn’t at all interested in talking to him and also is pretty sure she’s dead. And she thinks Jack might have done it. Jack gets the glowy eyes and yells at her to stop. Uh oh. This usually doesn’t end well.

Mirror Universe. The chaos continues in the background as Sam fires up a computer and uploads a picture of Jack. “When you can’t lie, the internet gets real quiet,” Dean says, browsing on his phone. “Yeah, guess your life isn’t so perfect after all, @8packmommy.” Are you suggesting mommy bloggers are LYING? I’m shocked. (And also chuckling a little bit because hello, Genevieve Padalecki’s instagram.) Cas and Chuck show up in the middle of mayhem and Chuck explains that this is why people need to lie. Cas is surprised at that sentiment, and Chuck says “I’m a writer. Lying’s kinda what we do.” Remember that; it might be important later. Cas calls out for the Winchesters and they bring him into their conference room. They’re stunned to see Chuck with him.

I know what you’re thinking. It’s been a while, and I still look pretty good.

No, that’s… that’s not what we were thinking.

Hee! Dean angrily asks where he’s been, and Chuck says “well, you know, it’s a funny story; reminds me of a song” and picks up a guitar that I guess he just conjured up and Dean GRABS IT AND SMASHES IT ON THE FLOOR AND YELLS “ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION” AT GOD HIMSELF AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Chuck yells “don’t!” right back at him and Dean maybe realizes he’s gone a little too far.

Whoopsie.

Sam swallows nervously (yum) and Cas looks anxious and then Chuck decides it’s a little cramped in this conference room and boom, they’re in the bunker. Okay, but what about the Impala? How are they going to get the Impala back to Lebanon? Chuck casually asks how are things, and they are not good, Chuck. He admits he puts the deus in deus ex machina, and I respect the Show for hanging a lampshade on that awkward little plot point. Because if we admit it, then it’s not ridiculous, it’s just meta, right?

He’s been traveling and watching Springsteen on Broadway, and Amara is in Reno playing keno (Reno? Not even Vegas?). He explains that he likes to stay hands-off, to build the sandbox and then let them play in it, which honestly aligns very much with my deist beliefs. Although it’s not quite true, is it, because he’s meddled with his sandbox toys occasionally. “You want to fight leviathans? Cool, you got that. You wanna go up against, what was it, the British Men of Letters? Okay. Little weak, but okay.” The camera is on Dean at this point and I fully expect an Office-style gaze into the camera from him because, come on. This couldn’t be more meta.

Chuck says that when there’s an apocalypse, or another apocalypse, he has to step in. And yes, apparently Jack is apocalyptic. He demonstrates, via God-controlled radio, that the whole world has gone bananas thanks to Jack’s “stop lying” edict. (The queen is a lizard? That’s almost as ridiculous as Sam being a Celine Dion fan.) Chuck undoes the damage with a snap of his fingers, but reluctantly, and only after Cas asks. Sam isn’t sure he believes him.

Really?

I’m God, Sam. Yeah, really.

Dean tests his ability to lie by saying “Celine Dion rocks.” Oh, poor Sam. He will never be allowed to forget this. And I wish he had asked Dean some embarrassing questions. Back at Mirror Universe, things have gone back to normal, with Red Hoodie Guy not confessing to yogurt theft, and Stapler Queen limiting herself to one stapler. (Sidebar: On a personal note, my stapler at work is actually older than some of you. Just thought you’d like to know.)

Chuck says Jack is dangerous, “me-level bad,” and he can’t stop him. “But you can. With that.” He points to a mysteriously engraved gun that appeared on the map table. Everyone stares anxiously at the gun, and Cas asks what it is. “I’m thinking of calling it The Equalizer,” says Chuck. “Or The Hammurabi.” The internet tells me Hammurabi was a Babylonian king who is best known for issuing laws that focused on physically punishing the perpetrator of a crime rather than compensating the victim. Hmmm. He’s surprised that no one seems impressed. Dean asks if it will kill Jack, and Chuck says it will kill anything. “So you’ve had this the whole time, and we’re just now getting it? Why?” says Sam. No, he just made it. It’s never even been fired.

Dean removes the clip and points out that it doesn’t have any bullets. “It doesn’t exactly use bullets,” Chuck explains. “See, existence is all about balance. Dark and light, good and evil, chocolate and peanut butter.” I love that Sam tells him to get on with it. (Also, chocolate and peanut butter are not opposites. The opposite of chocolate would be something like lemon. Or onions.) Chuck tells them the gun works on multidimensional energy, blah blah blah, basically, whatever happens to the person you’re aiming at also happens to you. You kill him, you die. And Chucks says he’d do it, but “If I bite it, existence also kind of bites it, so. One of you. Sorry.”

Dean, of course, has taken possession of this magic gun and isn’t going to let it go, because if anyone’s going to throw himself on that hand grenade, it’s Dean. But Cas doesn’t know why they’re talking about killing Jack in the first place. He called Chuck because he can fix Jack’s soul. “Not so much,” says Chuck. “Souls are complicated, even for me.” He also doesn’t think they’d want Jack back even if he could fix him, after what he did. Oh, Chuck. You may have created these guys (and hoo boy, good job, you) but you don’t know them at all. Or at least, not Sam, because he would do anything to save Jack from whatever is going to happen to him.

Cas then suggests caging Jack rather than killing him, but Dean says no, Chuck says this is the only way. Oh, like Billie said locking you up was the only way to defeat Michael, Cas points out, and rightfully so. Chuck scoffs at Billie. He preferred the old Death. Billie’s always sticking her scythe where it doesn’t belong. Will this matter later? Maybe.

Dean tells Cas that “God himself” just said this magic gun was the only way, so Cas needs to either get on board, or leave. Funny that “God himself” is suddenly such an authority figure to Dean. Now that he actually says what Dean has already said. You know.

Cas leaves. Sam looks disturbed, which is what Sam does in this episode, and Dean looks angry, which is what Dean does in this episode. Chuck watches it all with interest. And elsewhere, Jack remembers his grandmother asking what he did to her daughter.

Cut to Dean in his room, refilling his flask. Sam knocks on his door and Dean’s all, hey, I needed to talk to you anyway.

This is where you tell me you’re gonna pull the trigger.

Yeah, it is. We don’t have a choice, Sam.

Of course we do. Don’t we always? I mean, isn’t that the point of everything we’ve ever done, that we always have a choice?

He killed our mom.

I get it. I was mad too. You know what? I’m still mad. And a part of me wants Jack dead; it really does. But Dean, we haven’t even tried to save him.

Okay. You heard him, right? He actually blamed Mom for what happened.

He doesn’t have a soul!

And whose fault is that?

Mine! I’m the one who brought him back, and I brought him back because he’s family.

Okay.

And then he came back and he burned his soul off to save us. You and me. And now what, now you want my permission? You want me to say I’m cool with losing him, and losing you, all at once? Cause I can’t do that. I won’t say that. No. I’ve already lost too much.

Sam gets up and leaves, dragging the shredded remains of my heart with him. And I have to dispute one thing Dean said - Jack didn’t blame Mary. Not really. When Dean specifically asked if Mary “made him” do it, he said no. He accepted the blame, he just considered it an accident. (Except for the rest of those two episodes, where he was horrified by what he’d done, of course.)

While I’m repeating myself, let me repeat that I could watch an entiret episode that was just Dean drinking. And Sam being sad.

Cas shows up at a cemetery in his big Dodge truck and angrily slams his fist on the hood. I don’t know why he drove to this cemetery just to emote, but Jack flutters onto the scene and says he’s been looking for him. Cas hugs him, but Jack just looks puzzled and doesn’t hug back. Let’s stick with these two for a minute.

We see them walking, and Jack explaining that he thought he could make the world a better place if people couldn’t lie. And then he thought his grandparents might still like him,, but he got accused of killing his mom. Which, he admits, he did. And he used to hate himself, but he doesn’t any more. He doesn’t feel anything. Aw. So it’s true, he really is soulless. My poor sweet baby. In a flashback, we see he didn’t kill Grandma Kline, at least. He just scared the heck out of her with the glowy eyes and then stomped off.

Bunker. Chuck is admiring the One True Archangel Sword (Accept No Substitutes That You May Have Seen In Earlier Seasons), saying that he hasn’t seen one in forever. Not in this universe, anyway. Ahem. Sam tells him it came from “another world.” And that provides a segue for him to ask Chuck how many other universes there are. Chuck doesn’t keep track, because a lot of them are boring. “One’s a reverse, in one there’s no yellow, one of them’s just all squirrels.” (And a moose, right? There has to be at least one moose in the Squirreliverse!) And then they have this conversation.

So, Michael said that you create these worlds and you just toss them away, like failed versions of some book.

And you believe him?

Was he lying? … Is that what you’re doing to us?

No! Sam. You and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you’re my favorite. You’re just so interesting? I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today, that was crazy, right?

Do you watch us? When you’re not here, are you watching us?

Yeah. I mean, you’re my favorite show.

Then why don’t you do something? If I had your power-

Sam, we talked about this. Not the way it works.

Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is failing, why does it always have to be on us?

Because you’re my guys. But right now we need to focus on Jack. Ah, that kid.

Wait a second. You’re scared of him.

Aren’t you?

Do you know where he is?

I do.

Then what are you waiting for?

Oh, nothing. Dean’s already gone.

OH SNAP. Chuck was just stalling, this entire time, giving Dean a chance to go after Jack. What an SOB. But this conversation, guys. Sam’s voice. His soft voice and his angry voice. Hnnngngngngngngh. And Chuck pointing out that Sam and Dean are his favorite show? And that he just likes to watch them? Because they’re so interesting? “My guys?” Am I being personally called out here? Because it sure feels like it.

Let’s go back to Cas and Jack in the very pretty cemetery. And let me say that, as much as I want Sam to be the one who goes after Jack and tries to save him, who pushes hardest against Dean and Chuck and their plan to kill him, it makes sense for Cas to do it. Cas was his first father, and the one who protected him before he was even born. Sam at least admits he’s ambivalent about Jack. Cas is the one who can say “screw Mary Winchester; this is my kid.” So, Jack tells Cas that killing Mary was an accident, and he keeps trying to do the right thing and it keeps not working. “All I ever wanted was to be good, but now I’m just empty. Even this. I know you’re here because you love me, and I want to love you back. But it’s just… I can’t.” {sob} Cas thinks Jack can regain his capacity for love, and they just need to go somewhere safe, where no one can find them.

Oooh, but it’s too late. Someone found them. And that someone is Dean, with the magic gun. Cas puts himself between Dean and Jack and tells Jack to run, but Jack refuses. “I won’t run any more,” he says, and he flings Cas away. “You’re not gonna lock me up again, are you,” he asks Dean. “No,” Dean says, and he points the gun at Jack, and Desn’s about to die (and he didn’t say goodbye to Sam, because look how that worked last time!) and he’s dead inside. But he doesn’t shoot. And Jack GETS ON HIS KNEES AND LOOKS UP AT HIM LIKE THE SWEET LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL BUNNY HE USED TO BE. Dean lowers the gun. Is he remembering another sweet little cinnamon roll bunny on his knees, waiting to be executed for the greater good? Maybe. I know I am. He doesn’t put it down, though, and he walks closer to Jack and aims again, and now I’m thinking that if Jack is willing to die, couldn’t Dean suggest he kill himself? And then Dean wouldn’t have to die? I wonder if that would work?

This is a lovely and tragic scene, and Dean aiming a gun at someone is always crazy hot.

Then an old sedan races into the cemetery - it’s Sam! \o/ Instead of driving over to Dean, he parks and then runs over to him, yelling, and I guess maybe he thought he’d get in trouble for driving off the designated area or something, but I would have disregarded that. However, we do get this truly marvelous shot of him running across the cemetery, so I’m okay with it.

Jack tells Dean “I understand” and I am NOT OKAY WITH THIS and Sam’s still running and yelling “no” and I think he’s going to actually jump in front of Jack. But Dean says “stay back, Sam” and he stops. Huh. Chuck shows up next to him. Huh again.

“You were right,” says Jack. “I am a monster.” But Dean still can’t seem to pull the trigger. I’m still surprised that Sam hasn’t tried to pull Dean away, considering that if he shoots Jack, they’ll both be dead. Instead, Sam turns to Chuck and says “do something,” and then notices that Chuck is REALLY INTO THIS. “You’re enjoying this,” he says, shocked. Chuck shushes him.

Those if you who aren’t enjoying it can cast the first stone. I won’t be among you.

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