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@rngleader - “No. 'Impossible’ isn’t in my dictionary.” TWISTED WONDERLAND (ENG TRANSLATION) RP STARTERS

It's a voice that gives her a momentary pause, before she goes back to what she was doing, as if this electronic sound had no hold on her soul. Organizing the sprawling bookshelves for what felt like forever, moving around various knickknacks that livened up the place, then caring for the little plants surrounding the coffee house's stage. All to get away from this new little part of her reality hidden in her computer screen. Even while she was living right inside it; in a little nook she could call home, yet where any spotlight terrified her.

Yet, despite that, she responded. "You're not talking about me, are you?" She'd ask as he explained his presence - and the entirety of "Sekai" - to her. "There's no way there's a place like that." She'd simply state back to his affirmations of this place filled with warmth and song, even though they were there at that very moment. "I can't have anything like that anymore. I've moved on from that life." When asked about her love for singing, her devotion to that past craft, or that yearning for a childish desire - she shut it all down. She'd feel heat rise to her cheeks and a pressure behind her eyes, the more the vocaloid went on. Everything was behind her now. Everything was over for her now...She was trying to start fresh...It was impossible to even fathom any of this -

“No. 'Impossible’ isn’t in my dictionary.”

The confidence in his voice makes her crush a tiny dead leaf she had just pruned in her hand. "Well what if it's in mine, Kaito?" Her voice shakes, but she isn't quite angry. No, it's more that...She doesn't want to have another fantasy world fill the gap that was left in her heart. She had finally gotten away from being thrust into the spotlight she hated most, and even with the lingering regrets, she just wanted to be left alone...But it gnawed away at her. Her fist around the crushed leaf tightens, as her arms go to hug her around her chest. "...I'm sorry. This place is just...It feels nice. It just doesn't feel like any of this should be mine. At least, not in the way I think you want it to be." She stated in a much more hushed voice, finally looking at him for the first time since they had gotten to this place.

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Be Mine, Forever?

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags/ Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fluff, Valentine's Day Special

Summary: Your day is interrupted by an impromptu girl's day. and your night is filled with passion as Matt surprises you for Valentine's Day. You had a surprise for him as well. Song: Here (In Your Arms) - First Dance by Hellogoodbye

Word Count: 4.4K

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The day started normally enough. Of course, Valentine’s day fell on a week day this year so you were stuck at work. You sent Matt a few ‘Good Morning’ and ‘Happy Valentine's Day’ texts, but it's been radio silence from the other end. This was expected though, since he had already informed you that he was going to be in court all day. 

You sit back at your desk, you've been preparing all month for a new exhibit at The Met. The plans that spread across your desk puzzle you as you try to figure out where to place each case and art piece.

As you meticulously arrange the plans for the new exhibit, your mind can't help but wander back to Matt. The silence from him is starting to feel unusual, as he's always been the one to send you sweet messages and surprises on special occasions. But you brush it off, he's never disappointed you.

Just as you're about to finalize the placement of the last art piece, Marci rushes into your office, a mix of urgency and excitement in her eyes. "Hey!"

"How did you get in here?" You respond with a raised eyebrow. "Did my assistant let you in?"

Just as you finish your question Justin, your assistant, rushes in behind her. "I am so sorry. I tried stopping her, but she is so fast in those heels."

"Lawyer walk." Both you and Marci say in unison. 

She turns back to you with a smile plastered on her face. "I need you to come with me for the rest of the day."

"Marci, I can't just leave work in the middle of the day." You cross your arms over your chest.

"Oh yes you can, I already spoke to your boss! So come on." She grabs your coat that's by the door, along with your umbrella. "We got things to do, come on."

You sigh and thank Justin for trying, and invite him to also take the rest of the day off. Which he does happily.

"So what are we even going to do?" You ask. Grabbing your bag, and putting away your belongings.

"Well we're gonna go get ready for our Valentine's Date Nights, duh." She helps you get your coat on, and you both were off. "I just know that Foggy, and Matt are planning something special for us."

You smile at the thought. "Have you heard from Foggy today? I know they had a busy day."

"Not a word. You didn't hear it from me, but apparently their client is very demanding of their time."

"Oh shit, really?" 

You loved the gossip you got from your lawyer friends. Not that it was filled with a ton of details. Client/Lawyer confidentiality and all that.

"Mhm, Needs lots of attention to detail." She says before dragging you into a nail salon. You realize how nice this salon is after looking around. "Hey, wait, I don't think I'm gonna be able to afford this right now. Trying to save up for a new apartment with Matt, remember?"

She laughs before checking the both of you in for the appointment she had already made. "Who said you were paying? It's all on me today, hun."

"Oh my god, no way! I seriously cannot accept this."

"Too late! It's already done, you don't wanna ruin this day for me do you?" She pouts after turning back to you.

You sigh and shake your head. "Thank you, this is incredibly kind of you."

"Don't even mention it. I wanna make sure we both are dolled up!"

You're both called back after about 5 minutes. The salon was nicer than you thought. When you had both settled at the manicure station, they had offered you both a glass of champagne. Who were you not to accept a free glass?

It was truly relaxing, you were glad that Marci got you out of work early. You both spent the next two hours getting your nails prepped for a night out. Usually you don't get long nails since you work with your hands most of the time, but she insisted you get something more elegant. You couldn't refuse since she was the one paying.

Just as the nail technician finished with your right hand, your phone buzzed on the table beside you. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Matt's name flashing on the screen. You quickly picked it up and answered, not wanting it to go to voicemail.

"Hey! Happy Valentine's Day!" You chirp happily. "How is court?"

There was a brief pause before Matt's voice came through, heavy with exhaustion. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart." It's been chaos. I couldn't even find a moment to catch my breath."

You let out a sigh of relief, understanding his predicament. "Then I guess tonight will be a good night to cash in one of those massages I owe you, huh?"

Hearing the low rumble of his chuckle sent chills through your body. "Yeah, guess it will be." He pauses. "I was wondering if you would meet me on the roof tonight, like we used to?"

"Yeah, of course I will." You blush, it has been a while since you both sat on the roof together. "What time do you want me there?"

"8:30. There is room for you to be fashionably late, of course."

You let out a giggle. "Yeah okay, 8:30 then. I'll see you then."

"I love you." He says with a loving sigh.

"I love you too." You respond before hanging up.

"Soooooo," Marci pipes up. "Romantic Dinner?"

The blush was still tinting your face from the conversation. "Yeah, on his rooftop."

"That sounds lovely, very romantic."

As you finish up at the nail salon, Marci insists on taking you to a cafe nearby. She called it a Galentine's Brunch, just the girls. When you both arrived, you were surprised to see that Karen was able to join you. 

"I thought you were in court with Matt, and Fog?"

"Oh no, I told them I wouldn't be in today. Playing hookie." She laughed lightly. "Besides, Im not going to deny Marci a girls brunch. We need it."

As you settled into the cozy booth at the cafe, sipping on your latte, the three of you began catching up on each other's lives. Karen shared stories about her latest investigative assignment, Marci talked about her recent courtroom victories, and you filled them in on the details of the upcoming exhibit at The Met.

Marci nudges you playfully. "Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" she asks with a mischievous smile.

You shake your head, realizing that you've been so caught up in work and the surprise day off that you haven't even considered your outfit. 

"I just figured I would wear what I was wearing right now."

"You're joking." Marci says. "You have to wear something else. Not saying that what you're wearing right now isn't cute, but this is Valentine's Day."

"Yeah you gotta wear something he can undress you with" Karen chimes in with a mischievous smile. "Cause you know he'll love it if you wore something hot."

"Okay, okay. I have been saving a silk dress for a special occasion."

"Silk? I gotta see this." Marci says forcefully.

You pull out your phone and find the dressing room photo you took of the dress in question. It was a lavender colored dress with a cowl neckline. They both stare at the photo then back to you.

"Where have you been hiding that!" Karen says in disbelief.

"In the back of my closet." You respond with a laugh. "I just didn't know how to style it."

"I will simply just have to come over and help you with that." Marci states. 

"And." You pause. "There's matching lingerie."

They both squeal before you change the subject back to Marci and Foggy's plans for the evening.

You stare in the mirror at the dress you had shown Marci, and Karen earlier in the day.They had left about an hour ago to get ready for their own plans. Not without them giving your outfit their seal of approval though. 

Sitting on your bed, you pull on the heels Marci had carefully chosen. This was going to be a good night, but you didn't know why the butterflies in your stomach felt so prominent. You haven't been this nervous since you started dating Matt.

Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that there's nothing to worry about. It's just a rooftop date with the love of your life. You run a hand down the front of your dress, feeling its smooth texture against your skin.

As you do your makeup, you can't help but replay all the beautiful moments you've shared with Matt. From late-night conversations under the stars to stolen kisses on the rooftop, every memory fills you with warmth and love. Tonight is just another chapter in your story together, a celebration of your deep connection.

With your hair styled in loose waves, you stand in front of the full-length mirror and admire the final look. The dress drapes perfectly over your figure, accentuating your best features. You feel confident, more confident than you've felt in years.

You look at the clock on your nightstand, and see that it just hit 8:00. Perfect. You grab your bag and set out walking towards his apartment building.

The city is alive with the energy of Valentine's Day. Lovers walk hand in hand, their laughter and joy filling the air. As you make your way through the bustling streets, you can't help but smile. The anticipation in your heart grows with every step.

Finally, you arrive at Matt's apartment building. Taking a deep breath, you enter and climb the stairs towards the rooftop. The familiar sound of the door creaking open greets you as you step onto the familiar space that holds so many precious memories.

The sun has already set, casting a magical glow over the city skyline. The soft twinkle of lights fills the air, creating an atmosphere that feels straight out of a fairy tale. And there he is, standing near the edge of the rooftop, tall and handsome as ever.

Matt turns as he hears your footsteps approaching. A smile spreads across his face, lighting up his eyes in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. That's when you realize that you're not alone. You turn to see that your friends are there. Not only your friends but also your Aunt May and Peter.

"What is happening right now?" You say with a nervous laugh.

"Sweetheart," You hear him say and you turn back and give him your full attention. "I have been meaning to do this for a while, but I didn't know how to go about it."

"Matt, are you?" You begin before he cuts you off with a kiss.

"Ever since I met you I have been so entranced by you.You've brought so much light and love into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you by my side," Matt says, his voice filled with sincerity. He takes a step back, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small velvet box. Opening it to reveal a dainty opal ring, he drops to one knee.

You stand there for a moment, wondering if this was actually happening or if you were have a really specific dream.

"Will you marry me?" Matt asks, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.

The world around you seems to fade away as you lock eyes with him, feeling a mixture of excitement and overwhelming joy. The weight of his question hangs in the air, and time seems to stand still.

Tears well up in your eyes as you try to find your voice. This moment feels like a dream, but the warmth in your heart tells you it's all too real. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question like a beautiful promise.

"Yes," you whisper, barely able to contain your joy. "Yes, Matt, I will marry you."

The rooftop erupts in cheers and he stands and slips the ring onto your finger. You glance around, realizing that they had all conspired together to create this magical moment. Aunt May wipes away a tear of happiness while Peter grins ear to ear. Marci and Karen are practically jumping up and down with excitement, their eyes shining with joy. Foggy is trying to conceal his tears by wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

Embracing Matt tightly, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. This rooftop, once a place of solace and refuge for the two of you, now holds even more significance. It symbolizes the foundation of your future together, a place where love can blossom and dreams can be realized.

Amidst the cheers and laughter, you take a moment to soak in the beauty of this milestone in your relationship. The twinkling lights of the city below seem to dance in celebration, mirroring the joy in your hearts.

"This is so epic, and I got it all on video." Peter says amidst the celebration.

As the cheers die down, Aunt May steps forward, her eyes glistening with tears. "Oh, darling" she says, her voice filled with emotion. "I couldn't be happier for you both. You deserve all the love in the world. Your father would have loved Matt."

"Thanks Aunt May." You say with a tearful smile.

As the rooftop continues to buzz with excitement and congratulations, you and Matt share a tender moment together. He pulls you into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. You feel safe and cherished as you rest your head against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ears.

"I love you so much," Matt murmurs softly, his voice filled with emotion. "And I promise to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You look up at him, your eyes filled with adoration. "I love you too, Matt," you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

After the shared dinner with all of your friends and family, you all decide it's time to head home to spend the rest of Valentine's Day in the comfort of your homes.

Saying goodbye to everyone, you and Matt clean the roof top and share a few intimate moments with kisses and lingering touches.

On your way back down the stairs, you can feel Matt's presence hovering over you. So you stop for a moment and turn to see what he is doing. As you turn, you feel his hand slide up your jaw as he pushes you against the wall. You gasp as he presses himself against you, one hand around your neck and the other sitting on your waist.

"Ive been waiting all day to be alone with you." He growls into your ear before kissing you roughly.

Your heart races as his lips claim yours, a hunger and desire that electrifies your senses. The intensity of his touch against the coolness of the wall sends shivers down your spine.

His hands explore every inch of your body, igniting a fire within you that only he can quench. The urgency and longing in his kisses leave you breathless.

With each touch, each caress, the connection between you deepens. Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, driven by a love that transcends words.

As he pulls away, you feel dizzy with the intensity of his attack. "We need to get back to your apartment." You state.

"Oh do we?" He questions. "I have no problem ravishing you right here in this stairwell."

You huff, as you stare at his smirking face. "I would actually love for you to ruin this dress, but in the comfort of our bed."

"Our bed?" 

"Yes, our bed." You smirk as you push his hands away and begin to walk back to his apartment.

He follows closely behind you, his eyes never leaving your body. The desire he has for you is palpable, and it fuels you as well. As you pass each door, you can't help but imagine what would happen behind your own.

Approaching his door, you grab the keys from his hand and begin to unlock the door.

"I promise, I'll ruin that dress, right here," he whispers in your ear, causing you to shiver.

You hear the click of it unlocking as you turn to him, "Well, Mr. Devil. Ruin the dress then." you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the door creaks open, the sound echoes throughout the hallway, the anticipation in the air is palpable. Together, you step inside and kick the door shut behind you. He pins you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body like a man possessed.

He seems desperate to claim you, to conquer every inch of you. You're aching for him too, the want and need between you undeniable. You need his touch, his kiss, his warmth. You're completely vulnerable to him, ready to give yourself to him in every way.

His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands holding your neck as your fingers dig into his shirt. You break the kiss, both of you panting heavily, your hearts pounding in sync. 

"I love you so much," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion.

"And I love you more," Matt replies, his voice filled with warmth and devotion.

With that his hands grip the top of your dress and he pulls, ripping the dress down the front. You moan at the intensity of the moment. He really did ruin the dress.

You're left in the lingerie you had on underneath as the dress drops to the floor. He takes a moment before feeling up your sides and realizes what you have on.

"Oh you dirty girl." He groans. "You wanted this to happen tonight, didn't you?"

You smile, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Maybe I did"

"Well, I'm not complaining." He says slowly. "You have no idea how hard this is making me."

"I think I have some idea." You say as you lift your knee, feeling his erection already straining under the fabric of his pants.

His hand maneuvers down to pull your lingerie to the side, revealing your most intimate parts. "I'm going to make you scream, baby."

With that, he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom. The moment you step into the room, he drops you onto the bed and crawls on top of you.

"I want you so bad," he growls into your mouth. You feel his erection pressing into your thigh, and you're more than ready for him.

He breaks the kiss and starts to unbutton his shirt, you lay back watching as he undresses himself. What a sight it was, he could have been a Greek god.

Once he's stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you again, his hand traveling down your body, tracing patterns on your skin as he does. His fingers run along the edge of your underwear and you shudder at the sensation.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulls them down, revealing your naked body to him. He leans down and begins to kiss your inner thigh, nuzzling into the most inner part.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his thumbs brushing against your waist.

Before you can respond, his tongue swipes up against your core. You gasp at the sudden electricity of the situation. He repeats the motion, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow, steady circles. Your hips start to rise in response, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. You arch your back, moaning softly.

Matt responds with a gentle growl, his fingers still moving against your waist, caressing your skin. He reaches down and slowly pushes two fingers inside you, drawing out a loud moan.

His other hand moves to your breast, gently squeezing and kneading it. You mewl, your body trembling with need. His tongue continues to dance around your most sensitive flesh, and you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, Matt," you moan, "I need you inside me."

He stops his ministrations, lifting his head towards you. "Not yet," he says, standing up and helping you off the bed. "I want to make you beg for it."

He leads you over to a table by the window, bending you over it. The cool glass feels amazing against your naked skin, as you're exposed to the room with your legs spread apart.

Matt positions himself behind you after dropping his boxers. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass, precum leaking out. You know he's ready for it.

"You're going to make me come so hard," you whisper.

He rubs his tip against your entrance, teasing you, making you crave him even more. Sliding his cock between your folds. You push back against him for any sort of friction.

A loud crack echoes through the apartment. His hand lingers, massaging the area he just spanked. "You need to be a good girl for me. Or else the next one will be a lot harder. Do you understand?"

You nod, pleasure spread across your face as you lean against the table. 

"Good girl, sweetheart. Such a good listener."

Beginning to slide against you once again, you hold back every instinct to push back against him. With every teasing thrust, you feel electrified, your desire for him only growing. He knows what he's doing to you, and he loves every moment.

He slowly begins to tease your hole as you stand there whimpering. Pushing the head inside you, and quickly taking it out.

"Please, Matt, fuck me," you plead. "I can't take it anymore."

He pulls away, a devious grin on his face. "Not yet," he says, kissing the side of your face.

He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down, spreading your legs wide apart and kneeling between them.

"I need you to beg. Okay, sweetheart?" He says and you nod.

He slips two fingers into you, pumping and curling to find your sweet spot. You cry out in pleasure as he hits you right where it feels good. 

"Please, oh god, Matt" You moan loudly. "I'm going to come, please I need you in me."

That must have been enough for him. With a low growl, Matt plunges into you, filling you up to the hilt. He thrusts deep inside you in one swift motion, the bed frame creaking under the force of his passion.

He pulls out almost immediately, leaving you emptiness. "Please," you beg, wanting more.

He chuckles softly, teasing you by running his cockhead up and down your slit. "Patience, sweetheart. I want this to last."

He thrusts back into you, moving slowly, savoring every moment. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

The way his cock pulsed inside of you was almost too much to bear. He began to pick up the pace, each thrust harder than the last.

You let out a loud, trembling moan, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you. 

"I love you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you too," you choke out, the emotions taking over you.

He picks up his pace, driving into you harder and faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Your body responds in kind, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

"I'm going to come," you gasp, your voice breaking as your orgasm starts to build.

Matt's thumb found your sensitive clit, sending you soaring towards the edge. "Come for me, baby." he growls.

You let out a wail, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your inner walls clenched around him, milking him as you shook uncontrollably.

He continued to thrust into you, driving you further over the edge. Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, your body writhing beneath him in pure ecstasy.

Finally, he slides out of you, leaving your inner walls quivering. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as your heartbeats sync.

You lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking.

"My ass hurts." You after taking a deep breath. He begins to chuckle as you giggle. 

"Sorry, too much?"

"Not at all."

"Good" He says as he pulls you closer and peppers your face with kisses.

As you lay there entwined in each other's arms, your skin still flushed and sweaty, you can't help but smile. This was more than just sex; it was a powerful expression of love and intimacy.

Matt pulls away and smiles, a look of pure contentment on his face. "I just can't get enough of you." 

You giggle and wrap your arms around him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"Can we talk about the fact that we're engaged now?"

"I've been planning it for the last 2 weeks with Foggy, Peter, and your Aunt May."

"There is no way that Peter kept a secret for that long. How did you even manage that."

"You can thank your aunt for that one. She basically grounded him from texting you."

This made you both laugh. "You know, I'm gonna have to get used to being called Mrs. Murdock."

A smile spreads across his face, "I'm already getting used to it."

As he pulls you in for another kiss, you can't help but feel a rush of emotion. This man. This strong, protective, and passionate man, is now your fiancé. The thought brings a smile to your face, and you wrap your arms around him even tighter.

"I can't wait to see what the future holds for us," you whisper.

He pulls away slightly, a gentle smile on his face. "The future is ours, my love. And I promise to love and cherish you, always."

"Though I do have one complaint."

"And what is that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You never asked me to be your valentine."

Chuckling, he pulls your hips closer before whispering in your ear. "Be Mine, Forever?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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She will be mine

Word Count: 7,927 Demetri x Swan reader Oneshot Warnings: Angst, Fluff, NSFW, Possessive Demetri, Slight Yandere Demetri, Deredere Demetri.

Please note. Reader and Demetri are intimate whilst she is under Chelsea’s influence.

Demetri met Y/N Swan when he came to Forks to check in on the Cullens although he originally picked up her tenor from Esme and committed it to memory, curious who the warm, familiar tenor belonged to.

Later that day he caught Y/N’s scent when she arrived at the Cullen house with Bella and after taking one look at her, he knew his life would change forever; that both of their lives would change forever. ‘mine’ he thought to himself smiling before approaching her and introducing himself “Hello, I’m Demetri and who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” “Hello Demetri, I’m Y/N, Bella’s sister” She replied with a small smile. He nodded and smiled down at her, loving how his name sounded coming from her lips.

Demetri stayed with the Cullens as he wanted to get to know Y/N better although he soon realised that she wasn’t taking to him as he thought she would, how he hoped she would. “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the theatre Friday night? I have two tickets to see ‘An Inspector Calls’” Demetri asked with a smile, feeling hopeful. “I’m sorry Demetri but I already have plans for Friday night” She replied and noticed the smile fade from his face and felt a little bad.

Demetri gave the tickets to Carlisle and Esme to use as he didn’t wish to go alone. “Thank you Demetri, that’s kind of you” Esme said with a smile “You’re welcome and I don’t feel like going to the theatre alone” He replied. “Hopefully Y/N will be free next time you plan a date night” Carlisle added, feeling a little sorry for the tracker “Hopefully so” Demetri responded.

Y/N declined Demetri again the following weekend when he asked her out on a date. “I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner on Saturday night? Carlisle recommended a place called ‘Di Marco’s’” “I’m going to see a movie with friends Saturday night, sorry” She replied and he nodded “Maybe another time then” Demetri’s tone hopeful “Yeah, maybe” She responded, sounding a little indifferent. Demetri nodded and gave her a small smile but that smile turned into a frown once she had turned her back and walked away.

Demetri couldn’t believe that his Y/N was disinterested in him and seemed immune to his charm and he didn’t like it one bit so he decided to ‘watch’ over Y/N and was unhappy to discover that he had rivals for her attention and her affection.

He watched as Y/N got into a car with two guys and one girl. “Hello hun, you look nice” The dark-haired guy said with a smile. “Thanks and thanks for the ride, I’m looking forward to seeing the film” Y/N said as she closed the car door. “SHE’S MINE!” Demetri growled and clenched his fists tightly as he watched the car drive off with his mate inside.

He tracked the humans down and waited for them to leave the movie theatre before following them to see where they went. The blonde-haired guy and the girl with red hair entered the diner first, Y/N and the dark-haired guy following them inside. Demetri watched them from his spot on the opposite side of the road to see how close Y/N and the dark-haired male were. He felt himself get angry when the male grabbed hold of her hand, trying to interlace their fingers ‘he’s got to die’ Demetri thought as his anger bubbled away, still watching. He noticed that Y/N seemed to prevent the male from interlocking their fingers together and this gave him a little hope for himself and Y/N.

Demetri soon realised that the dark-haired male known as Lewis was his biggest obstacle, the main person standing between him and his mate Y/N. Being careful with his thoughts and decisions around Edward and Alice he decided that Lewis needed to disappear, without a trace…forever. ‘I’ll get my forever with Y/N then’ he thought to himself smiling.

Demetri started to stalk Lewis as he needed to know his schedule, his routines if he had any chance of making his plan a reality. Demetri got lucky one Wednesday afternoon when he heard Lewis making plans for that weekend, plans that involved him being away from Forks with friends.

Lewis had planned to spend the weekend fishing with some friends at Green Lake Park in Seattle but what he didn’t plan on was never going home. They arrived at the lake at about 17.00pm Friday night and set up their tents and built a fire. Demetri watched them from the trees biding his time for the perfect moment to strike, still being careful with his decisions. He made a plan to make his move and get rid of Lewis the following night, having learnt that Lewis is a creature of habit and always goes to the bathroom around 02.00am each night. This ‘routine’ of Lewis’ didn’t change whilst he was camping out, much to Demetri’s delight.

Lewis’ friends woke Sunday morning to discover that Lewis and his belongings was missing and raised the alarm. The local police arrived and searched the area and found no evidence of foul play, in fact they found no evidence at all. “It’s like the boy just disappeared…without a trace” One police officer said to another “I know, you’d think camping out with friends they would have heard something or someone moving around in the night” The second officer replied.

Y/N and her friends were upset to learn of Lewis’ disappearance and attended the memorial service that the High School arranged. Although Demetri didn’t like the fact that he had hurt his mate this way, he was hopeful that they could build a relationship now that Lewis was out of the picture.

Y/N agreed to attend family movie night at the Cullen house “It’ll be good to see you, it’s been a while and I’m a little worried about you” Bella said to her sister “Ok, thanks for the invite. I’ve missed you too and the others” Y/N replied and hugged her sister.

That weekend Y/N arrived at the Cullens for movie night and was greeted by Demetri. “Good afternoon darling. How are you?” He gave her a warm smile “Hello Demetri. I’m doing ok I suppose and you?” She replied with a smile “I’m ok too, been busy with work” She nodded and followed him upstairs to the family room and was greeted by her sister, her niece and the rest of the Cullens.

Demetri was not happy when he learnt that Y/N would be driving home late that night rather than staying at the house or the cottage. “It’s a little late to drive home and you look a little tired” His voice full of concern “It’s ok and I’m not that tired. I’ll text Bella and Esme when I get home. Promise” She replied smiling at him. “Text me too, please darling” “Ok Demetri, if you insist” She replied before saying goodnight to everyone and making her way home. Unknown to Y/N Demetri followed her to ensure she got home safely.  

Over the next few weeks it became clear to Demetri that Dale, the blond-haired male and Carly, the red-headed female were proving to be an interference in his and Y/N’s relationship. This was something he refused to tolerate and waited patiently outside Dale’s home one night, until it was near midnight before putting his plan into action. Demetri decided to mess with the human’s car, that way if an ‘accident’ happened noone could or would link it back to him but the problematic humans would be out of the way. 

The following afternoon Demetri made his way into town knowing that Y/N was meeting her friends and waited for his plan to play out. He needed to be the one who ‘found’ Y/N after the accident, needed to be the one to offer her comfort if his plan was to work out how he wanted.

A blue truck drove down Main Street and the driver sharply applied the brakes when a silver Volvo swerved into his lane, although it didn’t help because both vehicles crashed into one another. A speeding red SUV wasn’t able to stop in time and hit the Volvo causing the rear doors to buckle before flipping over. The smell of spilt oil and blood reached Demetri’s nose and he smiled to himself and watched as the street filled with onlookers, Y/N being among them as she stepped out of the library after hearing the noise outside.

Within moments of the crash happening the Volvo and the truck burst into flames and he heard Y/N cry out as she recognised the Volvo involved in the crash. Demetri flashed to the other side of the road and began acting like the other onlookers as he slowly made his way to Y/N.

Y/N screamed at the sound of an explosion and watched as more flames erupted, her hands covering her mouth in shock as tears spilled down her cheeks. “Y/N, Y/N is that you?” Demetri asked her, his voice soft and full of concern. She turned her head a little and met his gaze “Th-that’s my-my fr-friend’s car” She said between sobs and he stepped forward closing the gap between them and pulled her into him. She felt his arms wrap around her, one hand resting on her back and the other on the back of her head. His hand moved gently up and down her back in a soothing way. “Sshh…it’s ok darling, I’ve got you.” More tears fell down her cheeks as she spoke “I-I could-couldn’t do any-anything…it-it happ-happened so qui-quickly” “I know, I know. I’m sorry about your friends darling but I’m glad you’re safe and I know your father will be too” He replied keeping his voice soft and low as he continued to comfort her. He felt her nod against him as her arms wrapped around his waist. He smiled to himself enjoying holding his mate in his arms, despite the hurt he had caused her.

Weeks passed and despite Demetri removing the obstacles from his and Y/N’s path their relationship didn’t change or develop as he expected it to. This frustrated him greatly as he had tried everything he could think of to try and win her over and nothing seemed to work. “Y/N, you and I are mates, you can’t fight it” “Maybe I don’t want to be mated to a vampire, ever think of that?” She replied and saw shock followed by hurt flash in his eyes before he replied “Only a vampire can love you forever and I promise to love and protect you forever” “I don’t love you, it-it’s too soon…we barely know one another.” He decided then and there if she couldn’t love him freely, she would love him by force. This wasn’t something he really wanted to do but he had no choice…he had to have her no matter what.

Demetri returned to Volterra and tracked down the vampire he needed and knocked on her door “Come in” Chelsea’s voice called out from inside the room “Hi Chelsea, I need your help with something” He said getting straight to the point “Ok, what is it?” She was curious because Demetri had never asked her for a favour in all the centuries they had known one another. “I’ve met someone and I need you to ‘help’ her see that she is mine…that we are meant to be” He replied and sat beside her on the sofa. “Demetri, my gift doesn’t affect mate bonds, I can only create familial, friendship and loyalty bonds” She replied, a look of sadness in her eyes “You’ll have to let the mate bond take effect in its own time” She added and placed a hand on his arm “I can’t do that Chels, she’s human and I can’t risk losing her and especially not to another human. I mean I’ve already removed a few from my path and she still doesn’t see that she’s mine” “You want a human?” She sounded surprised “I don’t just want her, I need her. She’s beautiful Chels, inside and out. I knew she was mine the moment I saw her…she just wasn’t receptive to me or my charm” “How did you meet her?” Curiosity laced her voice “I met her through the Cullens, she’s Bella’s younger sister” He replied smiling.

Chelsea thought for a moment “How close is she to the Cullens?” “Not sure about the Cullens but I know she has a very close bond with Bella, I’ve seen them together. Their bond reminds me and Jane and Alec’s.” “That makes sense as they’re sisters. Do you want that bond broken because that will be hard to do?” “No, leave that bond in place…for now. I may need Bella’s help in the future” He replied and she nodded “I can create friendship and loyalty bonds between you and the human but I would need to see her to do so. I will also need to see her and the Cullens in order to break any bonds she may have with them. Ideally, she would need to be here in the castle away from the Cullens for the loyalty bond to you to take hold” “I can speak to Heidi about that and then ensure she doesn’t make it onto the ‘tour’” He replied, Chelsea nodded and smiled at him “Sounds like a plan Demetri. Let me know when you’re ready for me to work my ‘magic’” He chuckled at her response and she smiled at him.

Demetri returned to his room and opened his laptop and typed an email out to Y/N inviting her to the castle for summer break, telling her that the change of scenery would be good for her after the losses she’s suffered. Y/N replies an hour later accepting his invite to stay at the castle, agreeing that she needs the change of scenery and asks him to give her a tour of his home during her stay. Demetri smiles wide as he reads her reply over and over, happy that she agreed to come to Italy so easily. He writes a reply telling her that he’ll happily arrange for her to get a tour of his home and that he will sort out all of the travel plans including the cost of her flights.

Heidi greets Y/N once she arrives at the castle for the tour, her travel plans having been sorted by Demetri to ensure she wasn’t counted as one of the group. Heidi walks the ‘tour’ group past reception where Demetri is waiting to remove Y/N from the group. Y/N feels a hand on her arm and turns to see Demetri standing beside her “Hello Y/N” “Hello Demetri” She replies and goes to walk away with the others only to feel his grip tighten a little “What are you…” “Come with me if you want to survive darling” He said low cutting her off and watched as shock and realisation overcame her. She nodded and allowed him to lead her away from the tour group.

“Where are you taking me?” “To my quarters, you’ll be safe there until I return” He replied and she stopped for a moment “Y-you mean…” “I have to feed Y/N if I have any chance at keeping you safe during your stay. I don’t want to take any risks with you” “You talk as though you care about me” “I do care about you, you know that. I promised to love and protect you remember?” He stepped closer to her looking into her eyes “I remember your promise although I remember telling you I didn’t feel the same about you…it was far too soon” She replied and noticed his dark red eyes darkening a little more. She stepped back from him and he growled low “You are mine” He saw fear flash through her eyes and stepped back “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you darling…you know I’d never hurt you. I just want you to be safe…to be with me” “You can’t always have what you want nor can you force something that isn’t there Demetri” She told him, trying to keep her voice firm “I wouldn’t have to force anything if you would give me a chance” He mumbled too low for her to hear. “You just going to ignore me now?” She asked “I’m not ignoring you, I’m trying to find the right words to tell you how I feel about you. You and I are meant to be, we’re meant to share the rest of eternity together” “See this is what I mean, you want everything on your terms. I’m human and need time to understand what is going on, time to form feelings” “I’m a vampire and our feelings develop quickly and I won’t apologise for that” “And I won’t apologise for being human.”

He opened the door to his quarters and stepped aside to let her in the room first. He followed her in and closed the door behind him “You’ll stay in here with me during your stay…no arguments” His voice sounded from behind her “I wasn’t going to argue with you but I won’t be sharing your bed with you” She turned and looked him in the eyes “I don’t sleep anyways so my bed is all yours” She nodded at him before turning away to explore the room. “I won’t be long darling and then maybe we can talk about things” “Maybe.” She heard the door close behind Demetri and took a seat on the bed and sighed “So much for touring the castle.”

Demetri returned to his room an hour later to find that Y/N had fallen asleep on top of the duvet and smiled to himself. ‘Hopefully Chelsea won’t be needed after our talk’ he thought to himself and took a seat on the sofa opposite the fireplace deciding to read until Y/N woke up.

Y/N woke up and made her way over to Demetri and sat on the other end of the sofa, leaving a cushion between them. “Sorry I fell asleep but it was a long flight” “It’s not a problem darling, that’s why I let you sleep till you woke on your own” He replied and she nodded and noticed his eyes were a brighter red than before. “Can we have that chat now?” He asked as he turned to face Y/N “Yea, I suppose” She replied turning to face him. “You know that you’re my mate and yet you seem determined to fight me on it” “Oh my god Demetri, change the record. I’m not fighting you on the mate thing, I’m telling you that I’m not in love with you, I don’t even know you that well…” “You accepted my offer to stay here for the summer so you must know me enough for that” He cut her off “You and I know each other enough to maybe call one another friends and friends stay with other friends on occasion” She replied and noticed the small smile on his lips at her reply “So you’re open to being my mate…open to accepting everything that goes with that?” She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed “I-I don’t know…maybe…in time. I do know that I don’t want to spend my stay here arguing about this issue with you. So can we talk about it some other time?” “Fine” He huffed and turned away from her and resumed reading his book. The rest of the evening was spent mainly in silence with Y/N reading a book from Demetri’s large selection of books.

Demetri wanted to spend time with Y/N and made plans to give her a tour of the castle and show her what Volterra has to offer, hoping this would bring them naturally closer as a couple. During one of these trips to the city Demetri bought Y/N some jewellery and a full-length silver dress with a floor to knee split along one side. “Demetri you don’t need to buy me things” “I know I don’t but I want to especially as I’m planning a date for us on Friday night and the dress will be perfect” He replied with a smile “You’re buying me a new dress and jewellery for our date, the date you haven’t even asked me out on?” She questioned “I was going to ask you later, once we were back in the castle” He replied and she nodded and turned away from him. He stepped closer to her, resting a hand on her waist “Will you accompany me to dinner and a show on Friday night?” His voice low in her ear, she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder “Ok…” Demetri smiled wide “…But I’m not making any promises” “Understood” Demetri replied but remained hopeful that things would work out between them.

Despite the date going well and them having fun together, Y/N still wasn’t falling in love with Demetri, she still thought of him as a friend only. This was something that didn’t go unnoticed and Demetri was beginning to lose patience with her and her ability or lack there of to fall in love with him.

Demetri met with Chelsea one night while his mate slept, needing to put his plan into his action. “Chelsea, I need you to do as I originally asked, I need your help to win over my mate” “Bring her to movie night and I will see if I am able to manipulate your bonds. If so, I’ll do my best to help you” She replied with a smile “Thank you Chels.”

Demetri and Y/N attended family movie night along with the other vampires in the castle and sat on the two-seater sofa near Felix and the twins. Chelsea took the opportunity to sense how strong the bonds between the tracker and his human were and smiled knowingly as she would be able to manipulate two of the three bonds that the couple share.

Chelsea came by Demetri’s room the following morning and knocks on his door “Come in” He calls out and she opens the door finding him and Y/N seated on the sofa. “Y/N this is Chelsea, Chelsea this is Y/N” He introduced the pair with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you Chelsea” “Likewise Y/N. I look forward to becoming friends” Chelsea replied smiling. Chelsea sat beside Y/N and spoke to her softly about all manner of things, distracting her as she uses her gift to strengthen the friendship bond between her and Demetri. She also created a loyalty bond between them hoping this would dissolve any loyalty she had towards the Cullens and in doing so hoped this new bond would help strengthen the existing mate bond and allow Y/N to accept the mate bond between herself and Demetri.

Y/N feels herself liking Demetri as more than a friend, finding that she wants to be near him but doesn’t understand how or why as she had not felt this way about him previously. She began wondering if the mate bond he had spoken about previously was falling into place now that she is around him all the time.

“Are you ok Y/N darling?” Demetri asked as he closed the bedroom door behind him “Yes, I think so…I’ve missed you that’s all” She replied and he smiled at her, gently pulling her up off the sofa and wrapping his arms around her “I’ve missed you too darling.” That night they cuddled up on the sofa as he read aloud to her, her head resting on his chest as he held her close.

Y/N often sought Demetri out, wanting his company, liking to be near him and he welcomed her attention and affection gladly. He proudly showed off his beautiful human to the residents of the castle and was pleased when she agreed to extend her stay further. “I want to be wherever you are Demi” She said with a smile before pressing her lips to his in a sweet kiss “I’m glad to hear it darling as my place is beside you too” He cupped her face in his hands and captured her lips with his, pouring his love for her into the kiss. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. He smiled into the next kiss as a soft moan left her lips, telling him she was enjoying this intimate moment with him. Although he knew her feelings for him had been manipulated, he still felt happy that he finally had the one he wanted, especially as he got to hold her in his arms every night as she slept beside him.

A few days later Y/N overheard a few of the lower guards talking about Demetri behind his back, questioning his fighting skills and his ability to train them since meeting his mate. “That training session was a bit crap yesterday and I think it’s because the human has made Demetri soft.” “Soft? She’s done more than that, she’s humanised him and this change is not for the better. He used to be lethal during the training sessions but now…” A second guard replied trailing off “Yea, I mean he no longer works the night shift as he wants to be with her despite the fact that she sleeps every night. I wonder what will happen when he’s given a mission away from the castle?” A third guard added but noone got the chance to reply. Y/N felt herself get angry as she listened to them and before she knew what she was doing she confronted them, defending Demetri, a clear sign of her loyalty to him. “HOW DARE YOU? DEMETRI IS A BETTER FIGHTER THAN YOU’LL EVER BE, HE’S A BETTER MAN THAN ALL OF YOU! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL HE TEACHES YOU THE SKILLS TO SURVIVE IN BATTLE” The vampires stood there with their mouths open wide, clearly shocked at her reaction. “That told the three of you” Santiago smirked at the guards before turning and smiling at Y/N “Demetri’s lucky to have such a loyal mate” She smiled and nodded at him.

The news of this incident made its way back to the Kings and Demetri, who couldn’t help smiling with pride knowing she had defended him so publicly although a part of him was upset because she could have been hurt and he wasn’t there to protect her. He hoped that Y/N’s feelings would become genuine over time as Chelsea’s gift gradually wore off as he couldn’t imagine being without her.

Demetri knew Y/N hadn’t been intimate with anyone before and wanted to ensure she enjoyed her first time and enjoyed being intimate with him. “I promise to take great care of you mi amore” His voice soft and low and she nodded “I know, I trust you.” Her reply made him feel a little guilty but that only made him more determined to please her.

Demetri knelt down in front of her letting his hands move up her thighs, pushing her skirt upwards out of his way and parted her legs. He leant forward placing a kiss to her lace covered centre and purred. “You smell delicious” Her cheeks warmed in a blush as she looked down at him and he smiled at her reaction. He pulled her forward a little on the sofa and carefully lifted her a little and pulled her panties down exposing her to him fully. His head dipped down as the scent of her arousal hit him. He hummed low in approval and wrapped his lips around her clit sucking on it before he flicked the bundle of nerves with his tongue. His head moved backwards and she felt him slip his tongue inside her as his cold hands gripped her ass moving her closer to the edge of sofa. The movement allowing his tongue to slide inside her deeper as he began fucking her with his tongue. She moved one hand to his head and ran her fingers through his hair loving how soft it felt between her fingers before holding his head in place. “Ahh…” She breathed out and he purred against her.

Y/N’s warm juices coated Demetri’s tongue and he moaned at the taste of her, continuing his actions. His fingers began to play with her clit, flicking and pinching at the nub with his thumb and forefinger as he sensed her getting closer to her first orgasm. A few moments later and she came on his tongue, soft moans of pleasure escaping both of them. He licked up every drop of her release loving how sweet she tasted. “You taste amazing darling” He said before kissing her softly, she bit his lip and he deepened the kiss, another soft moan left them both as their tongues danced together.

He stood up and gently pulled her up with him, taking her warm hand gently in his cold one and led her over to the bed. His hands moved up her sides taking her top with him and threw it aside before unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. He looked down at her and smiled at the sight of her naked before him “You’re absolutely beautiful darling” She blushed again, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. He growled low and removed her lip from her teeth with his thumb before kissing her hungrily as he unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor.

Y/N unbuttoned Demetri’s shirt and moved her hands from his stomach upwards over his chest, brushing his nipples as she went. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders as she kissed his chest, earning a purr from him. Her hands moved back over his body getting lower till they found his belt and she made quick work of undoing it and unbuttoning his trousers. She pushed his trousers and boxers down and watched as he stepped out of them, kicking them aside to join the rest of their clothes. He lifted her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and slid inside her easily. A soft gasp left her lips at the new intrusion “Ssh it’s ok baby, I’ve got you” She nodded and felt the bed beneath her back as he laid her down, staying inside her. He kissed her as he allowed her to get used to him being inside her. He pulled out of her and re-entered her slowly over and over again making love to her. “Oh Dem” Her voice low in his ear before he felt her gently bite it and feeling her tongue on the spot beneath his ear. He purred in response to her kissing his neck as her hands moved over his back.

He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing gently allowing his thumb to brush over her nipple. She gasped when she felt his tongue flick her other nipple before he began sucking it gently. She moved her legs a little higher around his waist allowing him to slide inside her deeper with every slow thrust of his hips. “Y/N” He breathed against her skin and rolled his hips as he continued to move in and out of her “Dem.” Their soft moans filled their room as she ran her hands up his back letting her nails gently scratch him, eliciting a low growl from him as he continued making love to her.

Y/N felt the familiar feeling building low in her belly and pressed her lips to his shoulders, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his skin and he purred at the feeling. Demetri sensed she was close to her release and thrusted a little harder, ensuring to go deeper inside her, hitting that spot over and over. Her body writhed beneath him, reacting to his every touch, every kiss and a few slow thrusts later she felt him come inside her, his cold seed leaving no place untouched inside her. “Y/N” Her name slipping from his lips in a soft cry of pleasure as he continued to move within her. The knot inside her broke and he felt her warm release coat his still hard cock as she came undone beneath him “Dem” His name falling from her lips as her eyes closed as they rode out their orgasms together.

“I love you Demi, so much” She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her “I love you too darling, more than you’ll ever know” He replied before giving her a slow sensuous kiss. She moaned into the kiss and he rolled onto his side so he could hold her close to him. He ignored the feeling of guilt at hearing her declare her love for him knowing she was still under Chelsea’s influence. “How about we shower together Demi?” Her soft voice pulling him out of his thoughts “Love to darling.” He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. After their shower he carried her back to bed and held her in his arms as she slept.

Y/N had been at the castle for a year when she discovered that Demetri had Chelsea manipulate their bonds and felt a mixture of emotions, mainly anger and betrayal. She storms into their shared room, pushing the door open with such force that it slams against the stone wall having decided to confront him.

“Y/N, darling what’s wrong?” He asked concern clear on his face “What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG?” She asked, her voice getting louder “YOU HAD CHELSEA MANIPULATE OUR BOND…CHANGE MY FEELINGS FOR YOU…”  “I can explain…” Demetri starts but is cut off by Y/N “HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME?” “I’m sorry…” “YOU HAD NO RIGHT DEMETRI. NO RIGHT” “Listen to me darling” “NO! YOU FORCED ME TO CARE FOR YOU INSTEAD GIVING ME TIME…GIVING US TIME TO BUILD SOMETHING NATURALLY. WE EVEN HAD SEX WHILST I WAS UNDER HER INFLUENCE DEMETRI. I’M NOT SURE I WANT TO SPEND FOREVER WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN TREAT ME THAT WAY. I CAN’T BE WITH SOMEONE I DON’T TRUST” She storms out of the room and he feels his undead heart break at the possibility of losing her after everything he did to ensure they had a future together.

Jane had heard their argument and was waiting in the doorway of her room “Y/N stay in here with me…he won’t dare try and see you tonight” Y/N stopped and turned to face Jane and nodded, anger and hurt still radiating off her “Thank you Jane” Jane closed and locked her door as Y/N took a seat on the sofa “I hate him…so much” Y/N said as tears fell down her cheeks “I know and I don’t blame you” Jane sympathised with her for she too was angry that Demetri had used Chelsea to manipulate his mate’s feelings.

He tried to talk to her the following day but she refused to talk to him “I have nothing to say to him” Jane nodded “You heard her Demetri and I will not let you or Chelsea anywhere near her.” Demetri sighed and walked away not wanting to push Y/N into talking to him or anger Jane further.

Demetri made his way over to Marcus’ private study seeking advice from him. “Master, I need some advice as I think I’ve lost my mate…forever” “What happened?” Marcus asked and pointed to the chair opposite his desk. Demetri sat down and explained everything “I met Y/N over a year ago in Forks but things didn’t go how I wanted even after removing ‘obstacles’ from our path so after I returned home, I bought her here hoping that being here with me would make her accept me…accept our bond but it didn’t. She didn’t seem to want me so…” “So you went to Chelsea and asked her to ‘help’ you with Y/N” Marcus said cutting him off and he nodded “Yes” “Oh Demetri, you can’t force someone to love you…there’s a reason Chelsea’s gift doesn’t work on mated couples, the bond is too strong to be manipulated” “I know but Chelsea strengthened our friendship bond and created a loyalty bond between us…I just wanted her to want me…the way I wanted her but I know now I should have given her time to develop feelings for me on her own” He replied, sadness clear in his voice and Marcus gave him a sympathetic look “Whilst I am all for honesty between mates, I do not think it wise for you to tell her about the ‘obstacles’ you removed as I’m pretty sure they were people she cared for” Demetri nodded at him “Thought so. If she ever found that out I don’t think she’d ever forgive you” “I agree. The only people who know about the ‘obstacles’ are you, me and Chelsea” “I suggest you keep it that way Demetri and rest assured if Aro has found out about that fact, he will not share with it her…ever” Demetri nodded again “I’ve lost her trust and I don’t know how to get it back” “The fact that you are sorry for your actions will go in your favour I’m sure, but I feel like I need to sit you both down and talk things through” Marcus replied “That would be great master, thank you” Demetri responded. 

Marcus called Chelsea to his private study and ordered her to return Demetri and Y/N’s friendship bond back to its original state and to remove the loyalty bond she had created between them. “You will remove your influence from Y/N immediately. She needs to come to care for him, to love him on her own without any outside influences and Demetri will need to give her time because right now she doesn’t trust him and I don’t blame her” “I understand master, I was only helping him out as he asked” Chelsea replied honestly “I know my dear and I understand that but Y/N has found out about what you both did and is refusing to see or speak to him and I will not speak to her until I can assure her that she has control over her own thoughts and feelings when it comes to Demetri and their bond” Chelsea nodded “I’ll do it but I need to get close enough to her for it to work” “Well, that is going to be hard to do for a few reasons. Firstly, she certainly won’t see or speak to you, if she won’t see or speak to Demetri. Secondly, she has moved into Jane’s room and lastly, the twins are guarding her and refusing to let Demetri and you I might add, anywhere near her” Marcus explained “I don’t have to be that close to her, as long as I can see her, I can remove my influence. Is there is any way you can get her into one of the gardens this afternoon and I will do as you ordered?” Chelsea replied “I’m sure I can get Jane to take her outside so that you can remove your influence as I doubt Y/N will trust anything you tell her. Talking of trust, I am trusting you to keep Demetri’s secret about removing ‘obstacles’ from his and Y/N’s path because if she ever found out, there would be no fixing their relationship” Chelsea nodded “I don’t plan on telling her, I never meant for her to find out what I did. I mean Afton guessed that I had done something to their bond but I never thought he’d share that information with anyone else” “I know you didn’t and I’m glad we understand each other my dear” Marcus replied.

Jane spotted Chelsea in the castle doorway as she and Y/N sat in the south facing garden enjoying the warm weather. Jane ensured Y/N had her back to the door and Chelsea nodded at Jane to let her know she had removed her influences from Y/N.

Marcus arranges a meeting between himself, Demetri and Y/N for the following morning so he can explain to Y/N how important mates are to one another and the mate bond itself. “I already told him I don’t want to see or speak to him, not until I know I am in control of my own thoughts and feelings. I feel like I’ve been pushed into accepting him as my mate before I was ready to” Y/N told Marcus “I know and understand that my dear but I need to see you together to confirm the mate bond between you and to ensure Chelsea did what I ordered and removed the loyalty bond she created…” “I hope she also put our friendship bond back to its original state” “I ordered her to do so but again I cannot confirm that either has been done until you and Demetri are in the same room” Marcus replied “Fine” Y/N sighed and watched as Demetri entered the room. “Hello Y/N” He greets her with a smile “Demetri” She replies but continues to look at Marcus. Demetri sits in the chair beside her and resists the urge to hold her hand, knowing that his touch would not be welcome at present.

A few moments pass before Marcus’ voice breaks the silence in the room. “I can confirm Chelsea has done as I ordered and everything is as it was before she stepped in to alter things between you both” Marcus says with a smile and both Y/N and Demetri nod in response. “Now that is out of the way I want to talk to you both about the importance of mates and how the mate bond works” Again Y/N and Demetri nod at him “As you are aware us vampires have mates, soulmates to be exact; someone who completes us and we only get one mate. If we lose this mate, this one chance at an eternal love then we become sad, heartbroken and over time we fall into a deep depression, much like I have since I lost my beloved wife…” “I understand that Marcus but that doesn’t excuse or justify what he did” Y/N said cutting him off “I know it doesn’t but maybe it goes to explain why he did what he did. He was falling in love with you and you weren’t falling for him in return…” “I barely knew him Marcus. How was I supposed to fall in love someone I didn’t know? Not to mention I had a lot going on at the time too, I mean I lost three friends in a matter of weeks something he was aware of considering he asked me to come here. He thought the change of scenery would be good for me” She replied, cutting him off again “I know my dear, Demetri explained that you had lost some people close to you before you came here. He was concerned about you” “I know and I appreciated his concern but what I needed at the time was a friend not a lover” She replied.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I was selfish and put what I wanted ahead of what you needed…” “I don’t understand why though when I had already said that I needed time, that you couldn’t force someone to care for you” She cut him off and turned to face him. He turned to face her before replying “I know but I had waited so long for you and I wanted you, I needed you. I needed to protect you, to keep safe. I truly love you Y/N and all I want is for you to love me in return and agree to spend forever by my side as my mate, as my one true love” “You keep forgetting that I never said I wouldn’t be your mate, I just wanted time. I’m human and I didn’t feel the mate bond as strongly as you did, something else we had discussed. You should have trusted me to fall for you on my own, I mean we were friends after all, things could have progressed over time…” Y/N sniffed and felt tears forming in her eyes “…We’ve become closer over the last year, I fell in love with you. I trusted you and we’ve been intimate Demetri and it’s all been a lie…” He crouched down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs “I know I messed up darling and I probably don’t deserve a second chance but I’m asking you to give me one. Let me prove to you I mean what I say because I really do love you. You are everything to me and I don’t want to lose you. Deep down I’m hoping you care for me too because Chelsea’s gift doesn’t affect mate bonds” Y/N looked to Marcus for confirmation and he nodded “It’s true, she can’t affect mate bonds, only friendship, familial and loyalty bonds” Marcus explained.

Silence filled the room as Y/N thought about that information “So by Chelsea messing with our friendship bond and creating a loyalty bond she strengthened our existing mate bond, right?” She asked looking at Demetri “Yes, therefore speeding up any feelings you felt towards me. Again, I’m sorry for that” She could see the sorrow in his eyes “I know you’re sorry and I can see you’re hurting too so…” “So…you forgive me?” “Not quite but I do want to try and build a relationship with you but I have a few conditions first” “Anything you want mi amore, it’s yours” “You have to promise to keep Chelsea away from me, away from us so we can let our bond form naturally…” “Done” He replied instantly “…You get one chance to make this up to me Demetri, mess with our bond again and I’m gone…forever. This is your second and final chance.” He nods and smiles at her, taking her hands in his “Thank you cara mia. I promise you I will not interfere with our bond ever again. I just want to show you how I feel about you and I hope that in time you will return my feelings” “We’ll have to wait and see what happens, I’m not making any promises Demetri. You have to earn my trust back” She replied softly and he nodded again, raising her hands to his lips to press a kiss to them “I know Y/N and I will.”

Demetri stood and stepped back a little holding his arms out to her, silently asking to hold her and watched as she stood up and stepped forward slowly. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist as his arms wrapped around her. “I am truly sorry for what I did” He whispered in her ear and felt her nod against him “I know” He breathed in her scent and tightened his hold a little as she relaxed into him “I love you Y/N” She nodded “I know and I wish more than anything I could say it back” “I know but it’ll take time and I’m prepared to wait however long it takes” He kissed her hair and smiled to himself knowing that he was lucky to have her back and he wouldn’t do anything to mess it up again.

Marcus sat and smiled at the couple seeing a solid mate bond between them, knowing that the bond would strengthen further over time, if nurtured correctly.

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

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a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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A giant going out to eat with their friends and getting a tiny in their food that looks more appetizing then the meal.,, (crimeboys??)

ITS TAKEN A WHILE BUT I DID IT, OVER 2K FUCKING WORDS TOO. I REWROTE THIS ONCE ADNJADNAJD AND I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT LOL /s

Warnings: Soft vore, choking and maybe mentions of fatal? (It's not as bad as it sounds i promise)

Words: 2K+

There was one restaurant known worldwide, known for its delicious recipes from a world-renowned chef, Philza Minecraft. It’s not only known for its mouth-watering meals but also its delightful sweets from their baker, Kristin Minecraft.

Phil and Kristin had met back in their college days in one of the most famous schools for culinary with everyone going there being talented individuals and exceeding expectations of taste tasters across the world, the school’s purpose was to help drive those expectations even further.

Phil was a fine-dining chef whilst Kristin was studying in the baking course. Both had run into each other in coincidence and continued to run into each other since. And well, the two had simply fallen in love fairly quickly, they became the school’s admirable couple. It was love at first sight.

So, you couldn’t be surprised that Phil purposed so quickly after graduation, it was a simple picnic date where Phil attempted to bake a special cupcake for his beloved Kristin. And in the middle of that cupcake was an engagement ring.

They got married soon after, then settled down, started a restaurant together which became known as Tasty Treats. Then came their two little bundles of joy. Wilbur and Techno, they grew up in the restaurant, showing their own cooking talents. But not as much as their parents.

Techno had a particular interest in potatoes, any food he made with his parents had to be made with the ingredients, not that his parents minded this interest. It was just they had no idea why he had an interest in such things.

Techno was more like his father than his mother, and it was the opposite for Wilbur, more like his mother than his father. Although talented with his baking it wasn’t really his main interest, he just helped his mother where he could. His interest was music.

He was often just playing music for the restaurant, his own songs or general music. People noted that Wilbur did have a lot of musical talent, one that was similar to a siren’s lullaby. It was hypnotic, if you heard it, you’d be leered to the restaurant without a choice.

That’s how they met their third bundle of joy.

It was known that Borrowers lived amongst Humans, some being known as family or friends, they were known to live in Human’s walls or under floorboards and such. They weren’t eaten commonly as they used to be since Borrowers had evolved to be resistant to digestive acids.

Tommy had been a young Borrower, a kid living in the restaurant’s walls. He was abandoned by his parents and had grown to be somewhat independent on his own. He definitely wasn’t sneaky or cautious, but he got the job done.

Many of the customers and the owners were aware of a Borrower amidst their walls but they didn’t mind them, since well, the Borrower wasn’t doing any harm to them.

Now how did Wilbur’s music come into play? Well, Tommy would often listen to Wilbur’s music above a loose vent covering in the room. Wilbur was just a teenager and Tommy was just a child at the time.

Tommy was allured to the boy’s music, he found joy and comfort in Wilbur’s music, many had seen him at this point, but he had just become a part of the restaurant at this point, he had yet to be caught yet though.

Wilbur was just happily singing but got called over to help his mom with baking, to which he happily agreed and put his guitar aside by the chair, much to Tommy’s disappointment. Tommy stood up and was about to go back to his little space in the walls when he felt the rumbling in his stomach.

Right, he needed food.

So, he made his way to the kitchen. He stealthily entered the kitchen (as much as he could) and made his way over to the counter, he scanned around for anything to eat and a particular mixing bowl caught his eye and he made his way over to it, without the humans noticing him.

Once he saw the mixing bowl, he was delighted to see that it was a cookie dough mixture, the chocolate chips already in place, all they needed was to be cut into shape and baked. So, before the inevitable happens, he may have helped himself a bit.

But big mistake, “Wilbur! Could you pass me the cookie dough mixture, please? Darling?”, “Yeah! Course Mom!”. The sounds of the humans scared Tommy to a point he fell into the mixing bowl and when he looked up, a wide-eyed human stood above him…

…

“Mom! There’s a Borrower in the mixture!” Wilbur yelled out in confusion. “What?! Bring it here!”. Wilbur then brought the bowl to the other side of the room where his mother was. He placed the bowl down with Tommy struggling to get out of the mixture.

Kristin peered down into the bowl, her eyes widened as she immediately pulled out the Borrower, it scared Tommy. Was he going to be killed for stealing their food?! Was this his end? Tears stung into the boy’s eyes as he looked away from the human who was holding him in between her fingers.

“Wilbur, pass me a cloth, will you?” The hold then changed to a much comfortable one as he now laid on the human’s hand, “Awe you poor guy, you’re just a kid”. Tommy looked up angrily and with fear, he managed to speak up. “I’m not a little kid! I’m a big man!”.

Kristin's eyes softened and she smiled at the Borrower, “A big strong man, huh?” she asked with playful curiosity as Wilbur handed her the cloth, “Mhm!”. “Well, big strong man. Could you tell me your name?”.

“Tommy…”, “Nice to meet you, Tommy, I’m Kristin”. Tommy looked to Kristin to see a comforting face, it assured Tommy it was safe. Then, Kristin used the cloth to wipe over Tommy and clean him up. And once he was, he got another smile.

“You hungry, Tommy?”. To which Tommy nodded, he was then handed multiple chocolate chips to eat. Whilst he ate, he listened to the two humans’ conversation. “You think this is the borrower living in the restaurant?” asked Wilbur, “I think so”.

The two continued to talk as they worked, Tommy answering questions he was asked and that was show they met.

Now years later, Tommy was a teenager himself helping out in the restaurant. Multiple changes had been made to the restaurant to become a lot more Borrower friendly so their new son Tommy could easily move around.

Yep, Tommy had been adopted by the Minecraft’s so he was now Tommy Innit Minecraft. And he couldn’t be happier with his family.

“Tommy hun, mind taking this over to your father please?”. It was a small pot of seasoning his mother had prepped for his father’s latest recipe. “Yep, Will do Mom!”. He yelled as he grabbed the seasoning from his mother’s hands. He almost lost his balance from the weight of the seasoning but managed.

He made his way over to the kitchen, where his father was with Techno, “Dad! Seasoning!”. He yelled as he almost toppled over from the weight of the seasoning. His father noticed and immediately put everything aside, running over to catch his son.

Tommy landed in his hand and the seasoning in his father's hands. “Thank you, Toms”. Tommy then regained his balance, “Where’s Wilbur?”.

“Dunno”. Techno responded as he stirred the potato stew he was making. “It’s been forever since we’ve seen him! When’s he coming?!”. Wilbur’s musical talent had been recognised and had been offered a scholarship at one of the world's most prestigious music colleges.

He didn’t want to miss out on seeing Wilbur again.

“Tommy! A little help please!”. His mother called which snapped him out of his thoughts, he then ran over to the front to his mom and carried out the tasks given to him.

Now he was stirring a bowl for his mom as the day was almost finished, as they were closing his mind began to wander. Then, the bell before the door rang, it caught Tommy off guard to a point to which he fell into the bowl. “Sorry we’re-“ His mom cut herself off.

“Wilbur!”, She suddenly yelled. Running over to her son and embracing him into a tight hug. “Hi, mom! I missed you!”, he hugged back. “I missed you too, honey!”, he placed a kiss upon his forehead.

Then, Techno and Phil entered the room, “Wil!” his father said enthusiastically as he joined the hug of the two. “Hi dad!”, Wilbur laughed. The hug then broke apart and then he got a ruffle of his hair from Techno.

The four of them laughed, “How’s college been for you, mate?”, “Tiring, but great! I’m having a lot of fun!”. “Good!”. The four continued to converse until silence overcame them, they were all wondering the same thing. “Where’s Tommy?”.

The four then agreed to split up and find the Borrower, Wilbur searched the front kitchen, Techno in the back, Techno the storage and Kristin the serving area.

“Tommy! Where are you!?”, yelled Wilbur as he lifted the lids of pots to try and see if the Borrower was hiding in ingredients again. “Tommy!?”, he yelled again then noticed the out of place whisk in a mixing bowl, with Tommy struggling to breach the surface.

He then picked up Tommy, carefully yet playfully lifted him by the leg. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said with a playful tone. Tommy then began to spit out curses. “Fuck you! Lemme go dickhead!”.

“That’s how you greet your brother after not seeing him for months, Tommy?”. Tommy then stopped his struggles and looked to his brother, “No- I-“. Wilbur then laughed, “Calm down Toms- I’m just messing with you!”.

“Dickhead!”.

“Be quiet Gremlin since you’re covered in batter. I suppose we better get you cleaned up, huh?”.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Wilbur then lifted the boy above his mouth, smirking at his brother’s struggles. He then open his mouth, bringing his tongue out to taste him, he licked at the batter covering him, “Chocolate pudding? That’s always been one of my favourites!”.

He then carefully dropped Tommy into his mouth, feeling no struggle, he knew he had permission. So, he closed his mouth and poked his tongue at Tommy. To which his tongue got attacked by the playful struggles and hugs.

He then pinned Tommy to the top of his mouth, swallowing the chocolate pudding. He then opened his mouth to bring Tommy back out as his fingers carefully picked up the boy. Tommy complained as he was brought out of the mouth.

“What, you want to be swallowed?”. Tommy’s poutful expression was enough of an answer. “Alright! Alright!”. Then put the borrower back into his mouth. The once Chocolate pudding turning into a taste of Strawberry and Vanilla.

Soon, after tasting the borrower, he tilted his head back and was about to swallow. When the bang of the door scared the fuck out of Wilbur. “Wilbur!” Techno yelled, “We can’t find Tommy!”. His family soon joined the room.

The family stood as Wilbur almost toppled over, holding his throat and stomach. Tilting his head upwards as he began to choke. “Wilbur?!”, his father then ran over to Wilbur. He grabbed his son’s shoulders.

“T-tom-“. Wilbur choked out, Phil’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. “Techno! Go grab water!”. Techno ran over to the sink, filling the cup to the brim and running over, handing the cup to Wilbur.

Wilbur gulped the water down, the lump in his throat moving as it finally made its way to his stomach. Wilbur panted as he finally got air into his lungs. “J-Jesus…”. Phil patted his back gently to soothe his son.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. “I-I’m fine”. Wilbur’s hand then suddenly moved down to his stomach, and he stared down at it. “Are you okay, Toms?”. “I almost died! Dickhead!”. Wilbur’s then rubbed his stomach in circles and sighed.

“Tommy’s fine too”. Then, he stood up with the help of his family and made their way home. Once he was in his room he put a hand to his stomach, feeling Tommy comfortably sleeping. ‘Yeah, sleep sounds good’. Then laid back, falling asleep himself.

[amythedvdhoarder]

Storm in a Teacup

Pairing: Bucky x Divorced Reader

Word Count: ~2K

Warnings: Fluff, a monster of an ex-mother-in-law

Summary: You’re on your first date after your divorce. Who should you run into? Your ex-mother-in-law.

A/N: This comes from a request sent in by a lovely nonnie, who wanted a fic based around a divorced reader who runs into her ex-mother-in-law whilst on a date with Bucky. Before that point, Bucky didn’t know about her divorce. Embarrassment ensues and Bucky has to make up his mind about what to do next. I hope I have done your idea justice. Sorry it took me so long.

Thank you to the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ for beta reading for me. Ily hun 😘

It had taken a long time for you to get to this position, to feel comfortable enough to be dating again. But you had been separated from your now ex-husband for two and a half years, your divorce finalised 6 months ago. It was time to try and have some semblance of a life. You felt guilty about not revealing your divorce to Bucky, but when you moved to New York you really wanted a fresh start, so you didn’t tell anyone about your past. Of course, if there came a time when Bucky needed to know then you would tell him, but this was just a coffee.

Bucky and you had begun talking a few months ago. It started when he was dropping off mission reports with small smiles, progressing to hello’s and then to you making him coffee whenever he stopped by during your lunch break, which he always seemed to arrive in time for. He had realised quickly that you weren’t a New York native, so traded your museum recommendations for tv, film and music recommendations. Each time you met you discussed your latest weekend museum trip and he told you his thoughts on the latest thing he had watched or listened to.

It was clear that you two had a connection. Your co-workers had even commented on how well you and the notoriously silent super-soldier seemed to get along. They were surprised that you hadn’t been on a date already. But you had reservations; perhaps it was too soon. Plus, there was no way Bucky would be interested in you. He was just polite and maybe enjoyed having someone who wasn’t a superhero to talk to. It was a shock when he asked you out for coffee the next time you saw him. You were even more shocked that you had agreed without any hesitation.  

You were nervous. In fact, nervous was an understatement. Sick to your stomach was a more accurate description. It wasn’t the fact that it was a date with Bucky Barnes, it was the fact it was a date. Your first, first date in nearly 10 years.  

Bucky was leaning against a lamppost, outside your apartment waiting for you. When you saw him you felt yourself instantly relax. He gave you his signature lopsided grin that you had come to crave and ambled over to you.

“You look great,” he said as he stood back and admired you.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself for an old man,” you teased. That was the understatement of the century. He looked like a model in his dark wash jeans, dark blue henley layered over a black t-shirt and a leather jacket in his hand.

He shook his head and chuckled to himself. “Theoretically we’re about the same age you know.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Hmmm well I don’t know about that, but we better get going otherwise we’ll be out past your bedtime.”

“What happened to respecting your elders?” Bucky winked.

“Maybe elders that don’t act like teenage boys, but you and Sam are like high-school kids.”

Bucky looked confused for a second and then remembered that you had caught him and Sam hiding Steve’s shield under your desk the other week.

Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, you win.”

The coffee shop was only a couple of streets away, on a corner opposite one of your favourite parks. Bucky and you ordered together and found a table near the window.

Both of you were chatting away about an art gallery you had visited the day before when you were suddenly interrupted.

“You,” that was a voice you would recognise anywhere, a voice which still haunted you. One of constant criticism, one that drove a wedge between you and the person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.

“Hello Eliza,” you said through a forced smile.

Bucky stood and politely offered his hand to Eliza, but she ignored it leaving Bucky to sit down awkwardly.

“What brings you to New York?” you asked curtly.

“Well Leon and I are visiting my sister,” you balked, glancing quickly around the room, checking for any sign of him.

“He’s not here so you can stop looking. My son had a lucky escape by all accounts,” she sent a sneering look towards Bucky and then back to you. “Barely divorced and already moving on. I always suspected you were a whore; this just confirms it.”

Tears sprang to your eyes; she was publicly humiliating you. Calling you out for being a whore, when you had done nothing but be faithful to her son throughout your marriage and in fact whilst going through the long and bitter divorce. It was her son who couldn’t keep it in his pants. Anger took over and just as you were about to respond Bucky stood up and moved in front of you.

“Sorry I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to speak to anyone like that,” his voice low and urgent, his metal hand clenching and unclenching quickly by his side.

Eliza smirked, eyes flicking up and down at the man standing in front of her. “Ah I recognise you off the news, you two make the perfect match. Both damaged goods that no normal person could want.”

You stood up and went to stand by Bucky’s side, gently taking his arm in your hands. “That’s enough Eliza, we aren’t family anymore, you have made it evidently clear you want nothing to do with me. The feeling is very much mutual. We have nothing more to say to each other so goodbye.”

She let out a little exclamation of shock, but she quickly recovered her sharp exterior. Without saying another word, she just turned on her heels and left the coffee shop.

Bucky gently led you back to your seat, ignoring the people staring at both of you. You looked like you were in shock.

“Hey…” his thumb caught the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks, “she’s not worth your tears.”

This seemed to finally snap you out of your daze. You look at Bucky and everything just seemed so overwhelming. He was being too kind. Eliza had been right, you were damaged, Bucky deserved more than you, someone who could at least be honest about themselves.

‘I’m sorry Bucky…” you grabbed your bag and tore yourself away from him, running out the café and onto the busy street.

He didn’t follow you immediately like he wanted to, he knew you needed some space. Bucky didn’t know you well but wanted to, he was going to be there for you if you let him. Besides he had an inkling about where you were.

You were exactly where he thought you would be, sat on a bench in the park, covered by a weeping willow.

“Mind if I sit,” you jumped at the intrusion. Bucky stood in front of you, holding two take-out cups from the coffee shop and what looked like a very chocolatey cookie.

All of you could do was nod, the shame of Eliza’s words and your own dishonesty still coursing through you.

“Here,” Bucky offered you the cup and you numbly accepted. “Do you want to split this?” he held up the bag and you rolled your eyes at him. “I mean, I’m quite happy to eat it all,” he sent you a lopsided grin.

You couldn’t help the little snort that escaped you. “We’ll split it, would hate for you to have to spend an extra hour in the gym burning off a whole cookie.”

“You’re too kind,” he teased, opening the bag and poking out the cookie for you to snap off half of it.

Both of you sat and ate without uttering a word to one another. You couldn’t believe he was being so nice to you; you certainly didn’t deserve it.

“I can see why you like it here so much,” Bucky commented, breaking the silence.

“Bucky, how did you know I’d be here?” You turned to face him and took a sip of your coffee.

“I’ve seen you here before. But before you think I’ve been stalking you let me explain. I grew up around here, a couple of blocks away actually. I like to come here for a walk sometimes to remember the happier more carefree times. I spotted you one day but you looked so content in your own little world, I didn’t want to interrupt.” His cheeks flushed slightly with his admission.

He cleared his throat and looked at the coffee cup in his hands before continuing. “Then I started coming here more regularly, hoping I would see you, but I never plucked up the courage to come and talk to you.”

“I’m sorry Bucky” you said quietly.

“That’s the second time you’ve apologised to me today and I still don’t know what you’ve got to be sorry about. It’s not your fault that woman was way out of line. You don’t owe me an apology for anything,” His brows knitted together with concern and it made you feel even more guilty.

“I should’ve told you about the divorce,” smiling ruefully, placing your empty coffee cup between you on the bench.

“I already knew,” he shrugged.

“What? How? I hadn’t told anyone at work,” you spluttered in shock.

“That’s how,” he nodded to where your thumb and forefinger were twisting around where your wedding ring used to be.

You let go immediately and shook your head. “Why did you ask me out for coffee if you knew about my divorce?”

It was perplexing to you that anyone would want to come anywhere near you after your divorce. You had just assumed you would be alone forever. No one had two people out there meant for them. Well, maybe Leon hadn’t been your one.

“We can’t help our past,” Bucky flexed his metal hand, “I know that better than most. All we can do is make the most of our future. I like you, have since I met you. In fact, Sam got so fed up of me talking about you, that he threatened to ask you out himself if I didn’t hurry up and get on with it. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s just thought you could do so much better that an ex-brainwashed assassin.”

“You’re a good man Bucky, anyone would be lucky to have you” you whispered.  

Bucky leant over and wiped away the tears you hadn’t realised had begun to roll down your cheeks. “I don’t just want anyone though,” His deep blue eyes peered into yours trying to get across his meaning.

“I like you too Bucky, but we’ve got to take this slow.” His face lit up at your words and he took your hand and pressed it to his lips.

“I’m over 100 years old, slow suits me. But seeing as our first date was hijacked would you like to get some dinner with me? I know a diner around the corner has the best burger in the city.”

“Sounds perfect, but only if you let me get it this time. I owe you for the coffee and the cookie.” You offered.

“I think I just about agree to terms of that deal,” Bucky laughed, scooped up the rubbish and got to his feet. “Shall we?” he asked, offering you his free hand.

You put your hand in his and got to your feet. “Let’s go.”

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[peakyxtommy]

“I’m gonna marry you one day”/“I’m gonna have kids with you one day”

Summary:  ​“I’m gonna marry you one day”/ “I’m gonna have kids with you one day”

Prompt List: @otp-promptly

Characters: Tommy,  Michael,  Isaiah, & Bonnie

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Tommy: (Sorry Tommy’s so long, I just am in love with him, this was the scenario stuck in my head at work last week) 

He would make it out the office on time, ready to come home to you. To relax and enjoy the evening in whatever way you wanted to. He missed your presence today only being able to give you a peck goodbye in bed this morning before having to rush off early for a meeting. 

When he enters the house, he slips his coat off to hang on the rack. Going to his office to lock up his gun and set down his briefcase, before going search for you. Sometimes he curses himself for having a big house because the search could take a while, if he didn’t pass one of his housekeepers or you weren’t out in the open. 

He hears pots clinking around in the kitchen, deciding to check there first. When he does he finds you, talking on the phone and at the stove stirring egg noodles. You’re oblivious to his presence as your back is toward him as he stays in the doorway. He can see your shoulders are tense as you stir the food and the words that come out your mouth next make him tense as well.  

“Yes mother, I know. I just haven’t gotten around to talking to him about kids yet. We’ve just gotten married. Things are busy with the business right now and I’m busy with my job. When the time comes you will be the first to know, I promise.” You release an exasperated sigh, fed up with the conversation as it was one you had plenty of times with your mother before. He knew you loved you mother but sometimes she would rub you the wrong way which would get you irritated. 

The thought of children has passed through his mind. He wanted many when he was younger but after the war it wasn’t something he ever really thought about, at least until he met you. Once he fell in love and he wanted you as his wife, his forever. The thought passed through his mind ever once in a while, even though he wasn’t one to bring it up. Watching you with his nieces and nephews and how you looked after your own family is what solidified it for him. He knew you would make a great mother and you both valued family which was important to him as well. 

As he watches you turn to get the lid for the pot, your wide eyes come in contact with his calm ones. He gives you a small smile, as you begin to rush your mother off the phone, promising to call her over the weekend. He takes a seat on the counter, as you place your phone down. 

You come to stand between his legs, as he grabs your hands into his to rest on his lap. Before you could even get a word in, he steals them from you by saying, “I’m gonna have kids with you one day. If that is something you’d be interested in, not just your mum.” He speaks in a serious tone before he smirks at you. In those moments all your worries are pushed to the side and your stomach is filled with excitement.

 “If she had it her way, we’d probably have a little one running around here by now.” You both release a small chuckle, as you continue on, “Thank you Tommy. We can talk about it over dinner.” You stand on your tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss that lasts a while until your timer goes off. 

Michael:

“I’m gonna have kids with you one day” You speak to him, late at night in bed, catching him off guard. He definitely doesn’t think of himself as parental in nature, as he was still young, you both were. You were both cuddling and talking about the future. It was one of his favorite ways to spend the night with you. Talking and telling various stories. Most of the time it was light small talk, but times like now it would switch to a serious topic. He would get nervous at your response or what you would ask next as he sometimes wasn’t the best with words or always opening up so freely as you were an open book. He should have seen this topic coming as you both talked about marriage lightly last week. He loved you and couldn’t see himself spending life with anyone else, but kids were something he wasn’t ready for yet. 

“What do you think, hun?” You speak a little louder, to catch his attention.

“Honestly, I’m not ready for kids yet. Maybe, one day I will be.” He responds looking into your eyes, watching as your facial expression takes in his words thinking of them before breaking into a small grin. 

“That’s alright Michael, I promise. We can revisit the topic another time in the future. I’m happy with us right now as are.” You squeeze his warm hand tightly before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Isaiah:

“I’m gonna marry you one day” You are both walking home from the restaurant when the words that leave his mouth after his third date with you. He liked you from a long time from afar. Your parents were friends and you grew up with him living in your neighborhood. You two would hang out from time to time but never exclusively. 

When he asked you out last month, you were surprised, but agreed to the date. You both agreed to take it slow because it was your first serious relationship and he was so smitten by you, that he didn’t want to mess this up. When the words leave his mouth, you were shocked to say the least. 

“When that day comes, I hope I’ll be ready.” You reply with a small grin, as his hands hold yours as he continues to take you home. 

Bonnie: 

“I’m gonna marry you one day” Those are the words that leave his mouth as you both lay on the plaid blanket out of breath from chasing one another around and laughing in the lilac field. It was your one year anniversary. Bonnie decided to take you out for an afternoon in the woods for a picnic. He packed little sandwiches, chips, and juice boxes. 

“I love you Bonnie Gold. When that day comes, I’ll be ready.” You reply, head resting on his soft chest, arms wrapped around your waist, as you stare at the clouds above, thinking about that day.  

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“Natural” - Chapter Two - Embry Call x Reader

Day of Normalcy

I went home a little more awake then when I left. I helped my dad unpack some more stuff while I had some energy. We talked about my day with the guys as we set up the house. 

“I’m glad that you’re so happy again. It’s like the real (Y/N) is back.” He smiled at me.

“It feels like it, too. I’m so happy to be back. It almost feels like we never left.” I smile back at him. 

“It looks to be that way.”

I look over at the clock, it’s a little past three in the morning. 

“I think we should call it quits for tonight. It’s pretty much done, because the movers doing a lot of the work.” I yawn. 

“Of course. Goodnight, hun.” 

We both retreated to our rooms. 

I plopped down on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering about tomorrow.

What’s it going to be like to see Embry for the first time in person in years? 

My mind races for a few minutes, thinking of every possibility. I look at my phone, I got a message from Embry a few hours ago. 

I open the message, it was a link to a new song he wanted me to listen to. I smiled to myself, pressing play. As the song played, I fell into a deep slumber. 

I woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs. I followed the aroma into the kitchen. 

“Thanks, dad.” I grab a plate and sit down at the table next to him. “You got it, kid.” He looks up from the newspaper. 

“What’s your plan for the day?” I ask. 

“Well, I’m going to see Billy and Harry today. I think we might go fishing.” 

“Oh, nice. That’s fun.” 

“What about you?” He sips his coffee. 

“I’m going to surprise Embry. Probably hang out with all the guys.” 

“Oh, Embry, huh?” He looks at me with a knowing face.

“Dad, please.” I beg. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop teasing you about your crush.” He says, putting his hands up in the air, false surrendering.

“Dad!” I exclaim, blushing like a maniac. 

He smiles before putting his dishes in the dishwasher, walking upstairs to go get ready for his guys day. 

I followed suit, I had to get ready to see everyone. 

I walked upstairs to find a missed call from Jake. I called him back as I started looking for something to wear. 

“Hey, (Y/N). You should come to my house at 11:30. We’re gonna be playing video games. Just walk into the house.” He says over the phone. 

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” I hang up the phone. 

It was daunting to figure out what to wear, I worried about seeing Embry. I dug through all my clothes. 

By the end of it, I decided on some jeans, a pair of vans, and a moderately flattering black t-shirt. 

Yeah, I knew this would happen. Searching through clothes to only pick out the most casual and boring outfit ever. I grab a hoodie, just in case I stay out later with them and it gets cold. 

I look at the clock, it’s only 11. I had a few more minutes to kill before the twenty minute drive so I decided to stop at a little convenience store and grab some of our favorite snacks. 

I pull into the lot and walk into the little store. I grab a few bags of chips, including two bags of blue doritos as they reign supreme, and regular potato chips for Quil-- because he’s weird. 

I put the bags into my passenger seat and begin the exciting, yet agonizing drive. I decided to listen to Embry and I’s shared playlist, hoping it would calm my nerves. 

I pull in front of Jake’s house once again, nerves returning into my stomach. I approach the front door and hear a few screaming boys. I easily recognized Embry’s from the last time we spoke on the phone, and it was even better in person. 

I push the door open, walking in casually and putting the bags of chips on the table. 

Only Jacob tore his eyes from the screen, smiling at me. 

“Wow, you guys are pretty distracted, huh?” I joke. 

Quil and Embry’s heads snap up in my direction. Quil was smiling at me, looking back to Embry to see a reaction. 

Embry’s face flashed through so many emotions. Confusion, surprise, happiness, and then what I could only describe as a state of shock. His mouth slightly agape, eyebrows slightly raised. Our eyes refused to break away from each other. He dropped the controller in his hands. I felt a force pushing all around me, almost suffocating me. Though, I felt no pain. I felt serene, this was a positive feeling. I dropped the bags of chips that were once in my arms. 

“We called it.” Quil says aloud, snapping me out of it. 

“Hey.” I smile to Embry.

“(Y/N). Hi.” Embry says, getting up from his spot to hug me. 

He hugs me, and it felt so different than any other hug I’ve ever received. While it felt to reunite and hug Jake and Quil, it didn’t compare to how hugging Embry felt. Though, he too felt like he was burning hot. 

I guess my feelings weren’t gone, nor were they planning to leave any time soon. I was overwhelmed with my feelings towards Embry, I could only hope he had felt at least a fraction of what I felt. 

After what felt like forever, he let me go after hearing Quil and Jake mumbling about something back on the couch. 

“What?” I ask them, looking behind Embry.

“Nothing.” Jake winks at me, the blushing returned to my cheeks. 

“How are you?” Embry asks me.

“I’m really happy to be back. How are you?” I ask him, looking into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. 

“I’m great. I’m so happy you’re back. You’re back for good, right?” He asks, eyes pleading with mine.

“Yes, I’m back for good.” I smile at him. 

“You got really tall, too. What the hell did I miss?” I ask, wondering how everyone I knew suddenly turned into giants. 

“I did get tall. It seems like you’re the only one who missed the memo, bean.” Embry lightly laughs at me. 

I blushed at the nickname. The one he gave me years ago, when he hit his first growth spurt at 15, making fun of me who didn’t grow past 5’2”, when he hit 5’10. 

Now the kid’s gotta be 6’4”. Quil was a few inches shorter than Embry, but Jacob still had some  inches on Embry. Embry looked way more muscular than the last time I had seen him, but still more of a lean build than Jake and Quil. It would take some time to swallow how different they all look, now. They weren’t the scrawny kids I remember. 

“So, can I have some of those chips?” Quil asks, breaking the tension in the air. 

“Oh shit, sorry. Yeah.” I bend down, picking up the bags of chips off the floor. 

Embry looked at Quil, eyes narrowing at him. Quil smiles back at him, like a kid who stole candy from a baby. 

I walk his plain old potato chips over to him, earning a thank you and appreciative fist bump. 

“You wanna get destroyed in smash bros?” Jacob offers me a controller. 

“I’d love to destroy you all in smash bros, yes.” I smirk, taking the controller from his hands. Embry puts the bags of blue doritos on the table, taking one for himself. 

Jake and I start playing, I glance over at the bag of doritos, before turning my attention back to the screen-- determined to beat Jacob. 

“You want a chip?” Embry offers.

“Yes please.” I smile. 

“Okay, open.” He puts the chip into my mouth, causing me to blush from shyness. 

I see him smirking at my blushing out of the corner of my eye. 

I focus my attention on the game once more, killing Jacob’s character for the third time-- winning the game.

“Hah!” I exclaim, jumping out of my seat in excitement. 

“Cheater.” He grumbles. 

“You wish, Jake.” I laugh. 

Jake’s phone begins to ring on the table. Bella’s name flashing on the screen. 

I begin to wonder if he still had his crush on her, or if they were together now. Though, I think that he would have mentioned it. 

“Oh shit. What time is it?” He asks, getting ready to pick up his phone. 

“Only like noon.” I tell him.

“Hello? Yeah I’m still good for one. That works. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone.

“Gonna torture yourself some more, bud?” Quil teases. 

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.

“Shut up, Quil.” Jacob snaps. 

“What’s going on with her? You still have a crush on her, right?” I ask him with comforting eyes. 

“You could also call it, hopelessly head over heels in love with Bella, actually.” Quil snarkily remarks. 

“Shut it.” Jacob snaps. 

I look at Jake, hoping for him to talk to me. 

“Uh yeah, things are complicated.” His voice lingering with sorrow and disappointment, his eyes moving from mine to his feet.

I looked over to Embry, who wore the same sad, empathetic face as me. Our eyes connected in grief for our friend suffering with the girl he loves. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Jake. You always do. What’s going on?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. 

“She’s dating Edward Cullen. That’s the issue here. He’s got his cold hands wrapped so tight around her.” He says angrily. 

“I don’t know who that is, but I am sure he’s not like you. Maybe she’ll come around one day, if he’s so bad she’ll probably see that eventually.” I try supporting him. 

“No, believe me. If she hasn’t left yet, she never will. There’s a lot going on there.” Quil says. 

Jacob’s face growing more upset by the minute made me sick. I hated to see someone I considered my best friend to be so upset. A pit in my stomach began to form. 

“Well, then there’s someone better for you out there. Don’t hold out on someone who doesn’t appreciate your true value.” I rub his back a bit, trying to ease him. 

I see Embry grow a bit uncomfortable for a second, until I look at him and he smiles at me. 

“I know, it’s just easier said than done.” He says, still not looking up from the ground. 

“I know, I understand. You deserve more than this. You’re so young, you have so much time to find someone. You’re sweet, handsome, caring, tall, and one of the funniest guys I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Jake. Don’t let one girl kill your self-esteem.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder now, as I watch a single tear fall from his face. 

“It just hurts.” He says, leaning into me. His large head almost feels like it’s bruising my shoulder, but if it helps him, it helps. 

“I know, bud. I know.” I tell him. 

He rubs his face with his hands, standing up and walking to the door.

“Wanna go throw the football?” He invites us all.

“Yeah.” We all respond in unison. 

I get up, Embry following close behind me; seemingly watching my every move. 

I could get used to this.

Quil comes out last, shutting the door. Jacob grabs the football and throws it to Embry, very hard. I make a mental note to not let Jacob throw me the ball. 

Embry turns to me, throwing it swiftly, seemingly softer than Jacob’s throw but still enough to make me wince. 

A look of guilt and apologeticness flooded his facial features. 

“Sorry!” He yells, running over to me.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.” I throw the ball to Quil as hard as I can, not even getting a fraction of the force the boys had with their throws. How did they throw like that? 

“Are you sure? Are you okay, bean?” He asks me, almost frantic. 

I blushed at the nickname once again, as it brought chills to my spine. 

“Yeah, Em. I’ll be okay.” I smile at him. 

“Bean, you’re already bruising.” He said, looking sadly at the new spot forming on your arm, holding it delicately in his hands. 

“Em, I have always bruised like a peach. I’m sure it could have happened from anything.” I look up into his pleading eyes, watching his worries melt away. 

What was going on? Does he feel the same way? I wonder. 

“Okay sap fest, we were trying to throw around the football to have fun. Not to make me sick!” Quil interrupts, making fake puking noises. 

Jacob smiles slightly, almost laughing. It made me happy to see him feeling a little better after how he was in the house not too long ago. 

They continued to throw the ball around, throwing it way more intense than I thought possible. I decided to sit out after noticing how rough they all were, more how they don’t seem to notice how rough they got with each other-- how it doesn’t seem to even hurt them at all. 

We all talked about stupid nonsense, like debating on which cartoon characters would win in a fight, cars, and other time eating subjects. 

Soon after, I heard an old truck pulling up to Jacob’s house. Bella Swan got out of the driver’s seat, walking over to us. 

“Hey everyone.” She says shyly, hands in her pockets. 

All the guys gave her a hello in unison.

“Hey Bella, how’ve you been?” I ask her. 

“Oh wow, (Y/N). You’re back? No way. I’m good, how are you?” She asks, walking over to give me a hug. 

I hug her back for a few seconds before pulling away. 

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be back. It’s nice to see you again, it’s been like what, almost ten years?” I ask, trying to make polite conversation as the guys would not do that simple notion out of awkward feelings. 

“Yeah, that’s nuts. I can’t believe that.” She says shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asks her, smiling at the both of us. 

“Yeah, sure.” She looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Great. I’ll see you guys soon.” He waves back at us. 

“Bye everyone. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” She smiles softly at me. 

“You too.” I smile before turning and walking back over to Quil and Embry. 

“So what now?” I ask them, ready for almost anything. 

“Well, we could go cliff diving.” Quil suggests. 

“No we can’t.” Embry said quickly. 

“Why not?” Quil exclaims. 

“She can’t do that. She’ll get hurt. Or drown. And she’s afraid of heights, remember?” Embry looked at Quil like he had five heads. 

“Oh shit, yeah. Almost forgot.” Quil had a look of realization on his face. 

He remembers I’m afraid of heights. 

“Where do you guys go cliff diving?” I ask.

“We can show you, but we’re not doing it.” Embry tells me. 

“Well, that works I guess. We can include that in our day.” I shrug.

“Oh, that reminds me. I should go help Sam.” Quil says. 

“You guys still didn’t fix that pipe?” I ask him. 

“Pipe?” Embry asks. 

“Yeah, Embry. The pipe that was leaking yesterday. You and Paul tried to fix it, but couldn’t. Then Jacob and I went and fixed it after last night.” He looks at him with stern eyes. 

“Oh yeah. That pipe. It’s been a long week for me.” Embry laughs. 

I look between the both of them, wondering what was wrong with them. 

“Yeah. So Paul came and got you. Did you guys fix it or is it still leaking?” I ask again. 

“No we fixed it. I just told him I would help him clean and fix everything else up from the leak.” Quil said. 

“Ah I see.” I raise my eyebrows at him. 

“You saw Paul last night?” Embry questions. 

“Yeah after you guys left Sam’s.” I tell him. 

He nods his head, seemingly like the gears are starting to turn in his head. 

“Okay, well when you guys are done lying to me about all of this, let me know what’s actually going on.” I snicker. 

“I gotta go.” Quil runs away into the treeline of the woods, assumingly off to Sam’s house. 

I watch him go, before turning my attention to Embry, who is seemingly looking at anything except for me. He keeps looking around between the trees, the ground, and the clouds. 

“Em?” I ask.

“Yeah?” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Please, not yet.” 

“Not yet?” 

“Just, please. Trust that I will tell you soon. When the time is right. You just got back and I don’t wanna lose you.” 

“Em, why would you lose me? You could never lose me.” I say, walking closer to him. 

“I don’t know, it’s… it’s a lot. I’m really happy to have you back. Let’s just hang out, spend some time together. Maybe later, please?” 

His eyes were begging me to just agree, and I couldn’t say no. 

“Okay, yeah. That’s fine. Just please, don’t leave me in the dark too long. I already feel like I was for two years. Now that I’m back I want it all to be transparent with everyone again. I don’t wanna feel like I’m left in the dark again, Em.” I look up to his chocolate brown eyes, feeling like I could see his soul. 

“I won’t, I promise. I just… I want to see you, bean. I want the way you see me now to stay, I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes when you look at me.

“Embry, I don’t think that’s even possible. You have such a special place in my heart, you have a soul like no other.” I smile up at him. 

He pulled me into another rib-crushing hug, as comforting as it was painful. 

“Em, you’re kinda hurting me.” I whimper out. 

“Shit, sorry. I’ll be better with that.” He looks at me apologetically. 

“It’s okay. But we should probably leave Jake’s backyard and find something to do, or somewhere else to go.” I suggest, realizing how we’re just standing in the yard alone. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to the cliff. And then I wanna bring you somewhere else, but that’s a surprise.” His smile gleamed vibrantly. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” I blush at the thought of a surprise. 

We begin walking to my car before he speaks up again. 

“It almost feels like we were never apart. I know we talked a lot on the phone, but it feels like you never left. Ya know, being with you feels just as comfortable; just the same.” He smiles at me, as he opens my car door for me. 

“I know, it’s a nice feeling. It feels… right.” I look at his beautiful face, beaming with happiness. 

He directed me to the cliff where they would jump from. As we walked out onto it, my jaw almost hit the floor. 

“Embry, you jump from up here?” I ask, almost dying of shock. 

“Yeah. Most others jump from the lower level. We dive from up here, though.” He looks at me, smiling awkwardly. 

“How do you not… die? I see what you meant now. I probably would die.” I say, cautiously peeking over the edge of the cliff. 

Embry grabs ahold of my waist gently, steadying both my balance and my nerves. 

“It’ll all make sense soon. You wouldn’t die going down with one of us though. If we went down together, you’d be fine, bean.” He smiled sweetly at me.

“How? I’m going to need an explanation sooner rather than later because nothing makes sense anymore.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet. 

“Well, I’d be able to swim against the rough water, I can get us back up to the surface quickly, and most of all-- I’m just that great.” He said with his cheeky grin. 

“Oh I keep forgetting about how great you are.” I mock lightly. 

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll explain to you tonight. I just want a day of normalcy with you. Then I’ll answer any question you have.” His eyes looked deep into mine, digging into my soul.

“Okay, Em. Let’s have some fun. Let’s go to your surprise place.” I smiled at him. 

“Okay.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car. The way his massive hands held mine, felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. I never wanted him to let go, Embry’s touch was intoxicating. 

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I hope you guys enjoy this series I’m doing. It happened after I spun off of something else I was writing. I hope you enjoy, please give some feedback!

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[ballroombreakdown]

ray toro x reader because he needs to be appreciated more

You needed a haircut. Badly.

It had been forever since you'd gone, and your H/C hair was starting to get unmanageable. You're not the most confident person, so you liked having the bangs hide your face, but you also liked, y'know, seeing.

You thank your lucky stars a close friend of yours works at a hair salon. Zoey has been the extrovert to your introvert, and right now you needed her energy and hair cutting knowledge.

It had been a warm day when you decided enough had been enough and walked to Zoey's workplace. The bell on the door rings out as you walk to the counter. It smells like fruit scented conditioner, which eases your nerves.

"Hi," you start, "I'd like to make an appointment with Zoey? She's a close friend." You didn't want to come off as tactless and say you trusted her the most out of the people working here. "Sorry hun! She called in sick today. Super last minute too." The receptionist frowned sympathetically. You felt your palms start to sweat. "Oh. That's okay! I guess I can wait for her to feel better." You reassure the receptionist and also try to reassure yourself. You think it's your fault for not checking if Zoey was working today.

"Oh no, we have a great new guy working, and it seems you need a trim. Don't hide that cute face!" The receptionist started typing as you twirled the ends of your bangs between your fingers. You really couldn't afford to wait. But anyone else but Zoey...? "I know she's your friend, doll, but this guy is a real wonder boy. He's from the city and a real hit with the clientele!" The receptionist doesn't even look away from the screen as she informs you. She must've sensed your panic stricken look. She lowers her cat-eye glasses. "Not to mention he's a real cutie." She says in a hushed voice. "Hey, Ray? Could you come up here, sweetie?" The change in volume shocks you as you look up.

You're sure she's being polite to make you feel better, until you actually see the guy. He has this soft looking cloud of brown, curly hair that frames a sweet face. He has a strong nose and lips, and a rounded jaw that makes you want to cup it in your hands. He has caring brown eyes and long legs that stride toward you. His voice isn't what you expected, but it's so wonderful nonetheless. His voice? Oh my god he's talking to you.

"m Ray. Great to meet you! I can take care of you today." He extends a hand and you gingerly reach out to take it. Oh my god. They're so warm. You notice his calloused fingertips; he must play a string instrument. The receptionist glances at you playfully. "Ray here will fill in for Zoey. It'll be worth it, I promise." She winks and your face feels like it's on fire. "Hi Ray. I'm Y/N. It's uh, it's nice to meet you too." You barely get it out, but his wide and friendly smile is more than reassuring.

"Y/N! I like it. Here, come sit down." He steps aside for you to walk past him into a chair. The chair is comfortable as you sit down, and the mirror and counter in front of you is remarkably clean. A couple photos grace the very edges of the mirror. The one you notice first contains Ray and a man with long black hair and a striped scarf. They have big smiles. They look like close friends.

You're snapped back to reality as you realize Ray is running his hands along the tips of your hair. "So..." He studies your haircut in the mirror as he puts a chair cloth around you. "What would you like? You can trust me with anything." Even though you've just met, you feel like you really can.

"Oh, um... just. My bangs shorter. Please." You respond. "I can do that." Ray runs his hand though your bangs moving them back and freeing your eyes. "Better, huh?" You manage to nod. Augh, why is he so cute? You think it's worse, now that he can see all of your face. Not to mention how strong your blush is. He lets out a friendly chuckle. Your face feels like it's on fire.

He lifts your bangs off your head and carefully moves his fingers to the tip, snipping the scissors as little bits fall to the floor. You listen to the music on the speaker. Just easy listening music that all blends together. "It's like elevator music." Ray says. (Can he read your thoughts? You truly hope he can't.) "If they let me choose the music though, we'd get no customers." He steps back to study his work. "Iron Maiden isn't for haircutting, I guess." He smiles shyly. He has a way of smiling that makes it look like he's trying to hide it. You like it when his smiles big, like when he introduced himself. You could light up the Vegas Strip with it. All you can manage to do is nod.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you mind my talking? Some people just like silence. I can lay off, if that's what you want." Ray places his hands on your shoulders and leans to look at you. He's close to your face, and you think you could die. Right here. What a way to go. "I think you have a really nice voice." You somehow manage to get that out. His eyes widen. You think you see his face turn pink. "O-oh! Thanks! That's a really nice thing to say. I think my voice is too high." He moves back to standing upright behind you. You try not to shake your head in disagreement, knowing he's trying to do his job. "No! I like it alot." You reassure him. This is not something you normally have the guts to do. Are you possessed? Ray is just that inviting.

He gives you one of his shy smiles. You're in love, you think. "Thank you, Y/N." He clears his throat. "I- uh, I think you have a nice one, too." You think you're gonna have a heart attack. The corners of your mouth turn up involuntarily. "Thank you, Ray." You get an award-winning smile from Ray in return as he focuses on his job.

"Just the bangs, right? You're good to go!" Ray announces. You almost don't want it to be over. He leans in close like he did before, and brushes his fingertips across your forehead, moving your bangs. You notice he has big hands, and long fingers. Your mouth goes dry. You don't think your face can get any redder. "Oh, it's a pretty hot day, huh? Are you feeling alright?" Ray's brows furrow in concern. "I- you- well it is hot, I mean but-" You short circuit. "You're so handsome." You can't believe the words leaving your mouth.

It's Ray's turn to grow red. "Th-" He starts. His voice cracks. "Thank you." He rubs the back of his neck. "I think you're really, really cute." You blink. You feel like the air in your lungs has been replaced with the thick conditioner from the salon shelves. He's trying to hide his smile again. Before you can say anything else, Ray shoots upright. "Okay! Let's uh, let's get you out of this thing." He removes the sheet and you're still for a moment before you remember you're supposed to stand up. He sweeps his hand out, motioning for you to walk back to the counter.

You walk as normally as you can muster back to the front desk. "You look like a whole new person! He's quite the man, huh?" The receptionist says as you hand her your card to pay. "I love it." You say. Ray is smiling behind her. "I'm glad! It was my pleasure." Could he get any cuter?

"I don't think he can!" The receptionist laughs. What?

Ohh no.

You said that out loud.

Ray plays with the bottom of his shirt and avoids eye contact. "You're all too kind." He laughs softly. You don't think your brain will let you speak anymore. A wise move. "Receipt, hun?" The receptionist asks. You nod. "Oh shoot, we're out of paper. Ray would you-" "No problem!" Ray turns around and sprints to the back room. "Helpful, too." The receptionist hums at you.

"Here." Ray opens the machine and sets the roll of paper in, turning it around so you can see the inked paper churn out. You rip it off and take your card. "T-thank you! Have a nice day!" You practically run out of the store.

You can't believe what had happened in there. You study the receipt, and the sunshine illuminates the thin paper. You notice something on the back.

7 digits.

Please, call me! -R xx

You think you will.

[goldentournesol]

The Receptionist and the Profiler (Four)

Chapter Four: Casino Night

(Spencer Reid x f!Reader)

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A/N: y’all gonna hate me for this one

Nowhere in the office was safe for Spencer. Every single room, except for the men’s bathroom, was completely overtaken by Y/N and every other woman in the office rambling about the upcoming wedding. They’d apparently gone dress shopping together and he’d overheard them discussing the dresses Y/N had tried on. Not that he was interested in the act of dress shopping itself, but he imagined that even the ugliest dress on the market could never take away from Y/N’s beauty. She could drape a potato sack on her body and put on a veil and Spencer would still think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. He wondered if Anderson thought the same.

But seriously, it was getting unbearable. The breakroom--the centerpieces, the bullpen--the dress, the kitchenette--whether or not she’ll have her hair up. He practically had to hide in the men’s room when he wasn’t on a case. Spencer hadn’t had a proper conversation with Y/N since the announcement. He missed her. He missed their little chats and he missed making her smile at his dumb jokes. 

He was currently hiding in the bathroom--despite him being absolutely grossed out by every surface--he planned on staying here for a few minutes, just to calm his racing heart. Every time someone brought the wedding up, it would send his heart and sweat glands into overdrive. He was glad the bathroom was empty so he could wash his face and pick at his nails until he was ready enough to leave it. He was leaning up against a wall when the door opened and Morgan walked in.

“Hiding, huh?” He asked knowingly, as if he was completely unfazed to see Spencer in there.

“Yup.” He replied simply, turning away as Morgan went.

Morgan sighed heavily as he emerged from the urinal and began to wash his hands, “I’m sorry, man. I can’t imagine how annoying it must be for you, but seriously if I have to hear Garcia ask one more time if she’ll be able to provide a vegetarian option, I might actually explode.” 

Spencer found it hard to smile back at his friend but managed to give him a nod. Morgan dried his hands and stood in front of Spencer, “Hey, have you tried talking to her? Maybe..telling her...” He trailed off suggestively.

“No! I haven’t even had the chance to say anything to her besides ‘good morning’. You know, with us being on cases and stuff, and now we’re in the office and I can’t even talk to her. And you can absolutely forget about me telling her anything about anything.” Spencer nearly pouted as he ran his hands over his face, absolutely exhausted.

“Well, okay, then forget the office. Talk to her at Rossi’s, she’s coming to Casino Night on Friday, right?” Morgan tried to reason.

“Yeah, but so is Anderson, and she won’t leave his side. So when the hell am I supposed to talk to her?” Spencer huffed frustratedly.

“You’ll figure it out, man. Now come on, you’ve been gone for too long, I think people are starting to worry about you.”

Rossi was hosting a mini casino night in his house--mansion--as a means for the whole team to unwind. Everyone was glad for the distraction since the last case hadn’t gone so well. It also gave everyone the excuse to dress up, which was nice for a change. Spencer wasn’t even sure whether his teammates would like it if he played with them, but he’ll go anyway, even if it’s just because he wanted a chance to talk to Y/N. 

Friday rolled around way faster than any of them had expected, or maybe because Spencer was stressing so much that time seemed to fly and everyone else experienced time normally. Thankfully they hadn’t gotten any cases and had the entire weekend off. Of course, he was the first to arrive, again. What is so difficult about coming on time? He was just jumpy and anxious because he’d try to talk to Y/N tonight. He doesn’t think he’d be confrontational or….confess anything, he just genuinely misses her. She and Anderson arrived half an hour after Spencer had. She looked...stunning. It wasn’t often that he’d see her all dressed up, it was almost too much for Spencer to handle. He could barely take his eyes off of her. 

She’d spotted him in the kitchen as soon as she came in and sent him an excited wave from the doorway. His face responded with a blush far faster than his hand responded with a wave. Morgan quickly whisked Anderson away and Spencer hoped it would be that way for the rest of the night. She quickly made her way over to him and Spencer was absolutely entranced by the way her emerald green dress sparkled and twinkled under the light coming from Rossi’s expensive chandeliers.

“Spence! Hey!” She began as she greeted him with a hug.

“Hey yourself. You, uh, you look really really pretty, by the way.” Spencer stammered as he stared back at her. He cursed himself for being so nervous.

“Thank you. You look dashing. You know how much I love this tie on you.” She grinned as she extended her hand to rest on the tie. Spencer was terrified she’d feel his heart beating through his chest, but was more than glad she’d noticed his tie. He’d worn it specifically because he remembered her complimenting him every time he wore it.

“I do...know, I mean.” He chuckled awkwardly as he tried not to focus on the way her hand was still on his chest. She was so close he could definitely smell her divine perfume. It always reminded him of her, he’d be able to recognize it anywhere. She gazed up at him so sweetly and Spencer’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the rich redness of her lipstick. So perfectly lined, so tempting. 

He’d decided then, red was his new favorite color.

“I missed you all week, we haven’t had the chance to talk at all.” She pouted her bottom lip ever so slightly and he never felt like he wanted to kiss someone as bad as he did then. He almost frowned when she stepped away to start pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” He felt as though her gravity was pulling him in and all 187 of his IQ points had decided to disappear right into thin air as she smiled up at him.

“Are you feeling okay, Spence?” She giggled, sipping from her glass, eyeing him from her spot at the island of the kitchen.

“Yep, totally great.” He tried to laugh it off, but before he could make more conversation, JJ had swept into the kitchen and announced that they were starting another game. She pulled a laughing Y/N out of the kitchen and to one of the makeshift round tables.

“Nu-uh! I’m not playing with Reid!” Emily exclaimed as Spencer took a seat at her table, which consisted of Morgan, Rossi, Anderson, and Garcia. Spencer laughed and raised his hands in defense.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you guys kinda suck.” Spencer joked and Rossi practically jumped out of his seat.

The night went on, filled with lots of laughter and sounds of chips hitting each other. Y/N found herself trying to catch Spencer’s eye most of the night. She’d missed him. The girls had been so excited with planning and discussing the wedding with her that she hadn’t talked to him in forever...well, it was only a week of intense distraction, but it felt like forever, okay? The few times he’d caught her eye, she found herself blushing and looking away quickly. 

Two hours later, Spencer had felt the need to get some fresh air outside when he heard Anderson get up and excuse himself inside. Oh no, they were leaving. He didn’t get to talk to her.

“Hey, babe, you ready?” Anderson asked Y/N, who was clearly in the middle of a game with the girls.

“Um, we’re leaving already? We just got here.” She replied, temporarily leaving her spot at the table.

“I’m just so beat, Y/N. I really wanna go home.” Anderson replied, coat already on, barely leaving her with any choice.

“Okay, um...no problem, I think I’ll stay for a while, I’ll catch a ride back with JJ. I’ll walk you out, hun.” She smiled and put up a finger to the ladies at the table to gesture that she’ll be back soon. Spencer sighed as he watched from the front porch as she led him to their car and pressed a kiss to his lips from the window when he got in.

“Night, babe. See you when I get home.” She smiled and waved as he drove away.

Spencer stood from his seat and she smiled upon seeing him.

“Hey! What are you doing out here? Bored already of taking everyone’s money?” She giggled, walking back up the front steps to meet him.

“Uhm, nothing, I was just getting some fresh air.” He attempted a smile, “Hey, so can I talk to you about something? Do you, want to...go back inside or would you like to, um, go to the backyard with me? It’s really beautiful.”

She totally forgot about the game going on inside and nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go see the backyard.”

He led her to Rossi’s gorgeous backyard which was more elegant than anything the two had seen. The pool shone under the twinkling garden lights which also did an amazing job of giving her an ethereal glow. Spencer was nervous all of a sudden as he led them both to the center of the garden. It was quiet, the chatter coming from inside the house was faint, but it was peaceful enough for him to be able to catch his breath.

“So, are you having a good time?” She attempted to fill the silence as they strolled a little in the backyard.

He laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Um, well, considering Emily’s basically banned me from playing with her and Rossi literally shooed me away from his table, yeah, I’d say I’m having a great time!”

She laughed and the sound echoed in the garden, leading her to place a hand to her lips to try to suppress her giggles, “Sorry…” she mumbled a shy apology. He wanted to tell her to never apologize for laughing because it was truly music to his ears and his favorite sound in the world. 

He shook his head, once again in a trance, “You are so beautiful.” He said, with a dopey grin on his face. She felt her face grow hot as she caught his lovesick stare.

“Thanks Spence…” She recoiled shyly into herself, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his gaze. They hadn’t realized they stopped walking. Spencer found it hard not to stare.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” She gazed up at him curiously. She caught herself thinking that his honey colored eyes were something she’d always want to stare into.

This was his last chance. It’s now or never.

“Um, I just- uh…” He trailed off nervously. 

His heart wasn’t just beating, it was absolutely going batshit crazy in his chest. He swallowed nervously as his hands made fists in his pockets. He wasn’t up for this, he really wasn’t. He’d never confessed...anything to a girl, let alone his undying love for her. Why is this so hard? It’s just five little words. Yeah, but five little words that had the power to ruin everything so quickly---

“Spence?” She prodded, her hands finding each other nervously. But as he looked down at her, he thought, how could he not be irrevocably in love with her? He took a deep breath and braced himself.

“I’m in love with you.” His eyes were alight with adoration and admiration as he confessed. Years and years of pent up love and feelings have finally led up to this moment.

“What?” She stared up at him incredulously. Of all the things she thought he’d say, that was absolutely not one of them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry if that makes things weird. I know it’s really bad timing, you’re about to get married in less than a month, but I had to let you know. At least once, so...I’m so undeniably in love with you, Y/N.” He swallowed nervously.

“What are you doing?” She began to frown, shaking her head in disbelief, tears beginning to line the inside of her waterline, “How am I supposed to react to that?” 

Her hands fiddled with the ring on her finger. The ring that suddenly felt too heavy on her hand. It felt wrong to wear it. Half of her heart wanted to throw it in the pool and run away with Spencer into the night and the other half--the half that was currently winning--was planting her feet into the ground.

“I just wanted you to know, Y/N. I’m not expecting anything from you, right now, or ever. Just as long as you’re happy, even if it’s...with him.” He felt the tears gather in his own eyes.

“Spencer...you--I can’t.” She sniffled, wiping a stray tear from underneath her eye. She couldn’t leave Anderson, not even when she knew she returned every bit of Spencer’s love and admiration. 

He nodded solemnly and wiped at his own eyes, “I get it.”

“You have no idea what this friendship means to me…” She began but Spencer shook his head, raising a hand to stop her.

“No, stop, stop, I don’t want just that,” he shrugged, “I want to be more than that, Y/N.” He sniffled through his nose.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Spence, I can’t.” He watched her red lips turn downwards into a deep frown as they tried to contain her small sobs. 

“Yeah, I know. It’s not your fault.” He tried to smile as he wiped his cheeks, stepping past her and slipping right back into the house.

Her feet felt as though they were rooted into the grass, the tears falling from her eyes were watering her in place. She couldn’t believe her ears. 

What just happened? 

Did Spencer really say all that or was she dreaming again? Did he really love her? As in, love her love her? That sounded too good to be true. It felt different than when she thought back to when Grant had first told her he loved her, did it feel like she felt now? Grant was such a safe option...he was always there. She’d always thought she’d marry him, he was the only person she’d ever been with. They’d been together for so long, it felt ridiculous to think of leaving him. Was she thinking of leaving him? She hadn’t decided yet. She was never the type to leave someone at the altar, Grant was the safe option, she repeated. It’s already all planned out.

She hadn’t realized how much time she had spent in the garden until she found JJ taking a seat next to her on one of Rossi’s bamboo chairs.

“Hey, you disappeared, is everything alright?” JJ asked and Y/N was glad she was slightly turned away from her so she couldn’t see the remnants of her tears.

“I...I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’m--I’m just--,” She choked back a sob, her emotions bubbling up inside of her. JJ was quick to pull her up to wrap her in a compassionate hug, “I don’t know what to do, JJ.”

“What is this about?” JJ asked, even though she had a very strong inkling as to what it was about.

“He’s my best friend.” She said simply and it clicked in JJ’s mind. She sighed and nodded, but her blue eyes looked past Y/N.

“Um, I think you two have a lot to talk about.” JJ said before leaving hurriedly, giving the two the privacy they needed.

Y/N turned to face Spencer again, who had his hands in his pockets, “Spence, I’m sor-” She began but she was immediately cut off by Spencer’s soft lips enveloping hers. She gave in quickly as his hands came up to cradle her cheeks and guide her into his face as much as he possibly could. Her hands instinctively rested upon his warm chest. It simultaneously felt as if they’d both kissed a thousand times, yet it was still foreign to her. She’d never known that a simple kiss could be so powerful and intoxicating. Of all her years dating Anderson, never once had he kissed her with this much passion. She’d thought all those authors of all those romance novels must have been exaggerating when they’d said a kiss transported them somewhere--but now she knew. She knew what that felt like. And she never wanted it to end.

But it had to end. Because everything that’s good ends.

All Spencer could remember thinking was, finally, finally! 

Their lips pulled away from each other and neither could contain the little smiles they had, but their faces remained close, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

She blushed, shaking her head slightly, “No, I think I might have an idea.”

Spencer’s thumbs caressed the soft skin of her cheeks as he gazed longingly at her lips again. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s not sure he can control his impulses. He found himself leaning in for more and her almost giving in before pressing firmly on his chest.

“Spence…” She spoke against her better judgement.

“You’re really going to marry him?” He frowned, taking back his hands from her face, she felt the warmth disappear immediately and found herself wishing for it back. As a compromise, she grabbed his hands before they went to his sides, trying to hold onto any semblance of warmth she could.

She nodded solemnly, having made up her mind, although Spencer’s kiss was nearly pushing her off the edge of what was right and what was wrong, or rather--what was safe and what was not. She never had to worry about whether or not Grant would come back home to her, she never had to worry about Grant being blown up in some ranch in Colorado, she never had to worry about serial killers chasing after her. 

“Okay.” He nodded simply, respecting her final choice. 

He took a few steps back, their hands slowly slipping from each other, before disappearing into the house once more. 

He felt as though that was the end. He’d let it all out to dry, she finally knew how he felt about her. And that was the most important part. He was broken, sure, but at least he felt a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

He didn’t have to hide anymore.

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Family (Bucky Barnes)

@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo​ asked:

I wanted to request a angsty/fluffy Bucky x reader where reader starts to get baby fever and wanting a baby after either spending time with Tony and Morgan or babysitting her (you can decide:) but Bucky can’t have kids and knows he can’t give her what she wants, so maybe he breaks up with her so she can find that in someone else and then a fluffy ending? 🥰 Thank you so much and I can’t wait to read it!! ❤️

Hi hun, thank you for sending this in! Hope you enjoy! Italics means Bucky is listening/can hear what’s happening. Reader is Tony’s sister :) Tags in the reblog 

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Angst with happy ending) Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 3.6k

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Sunlight reflected off Tony’s front door, making you smile as he opened the door. You squeezed Bucky’s hand excitedly causing him to grin back to you momentarily.

“Hey brother!” You yelped out, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand and bouncing into a hug with your brother. It’s been a bit too long since you’ve seen him, and you wanted to check in with him, and bring along Bucky.

You and Bucky were getting more serious now, in fact you had a feeling that he was going to propose soon, especially since he urged you to ask Tony if the two of you could visit. Usually Bucky and Tony didn’t want anything to do with each other (but thankfully kept the peace), so it was different, and you had an inkling it would happen soon.

Tony let out a surprised laugh, but eagerly accepted your hug, patting your back as you glanced behind him. Your eyebrows raised and you beamed even more when you saw your niece, Morgan. You missed her so much, you haven’t seen her in a while or talked to her either.

Last time you saw either of them was on her last birthday. “Morgan!” You greeted, pulling yourself out of the hug from your brother to crouch down. You wrapped your arms around her, as she scrunched up her nose back to you happily.

Bucky stood by the front door awkwardly, nodding to Tony as a greeting, which he returned with a quiet scoff. Bucky glanced down to you, grinning slightly to Morgan as she stuck her tongue out to him playfully, giggling as you tickled her side. You let go of her with a sigh, smiling back to Bucky as Tony pulled the door all the way open, “You know maybe if you came here more often you wouldn’t be so emotional.” Tony spoke up, shaking his head with a smile back to you.

“Always the kind one, aren’t you?” You shot back at your brother, watching as he let out a laugh and raised his arms in fake surrender.

“Do you guys have a bathroom around here…or something?” Bucky popped in, smile dropping as Tony rolled his eyes back to him. You didn’t see any of this of course, something that Bucky found crazy, because if you knew him and Tony weren’t exactly friends, you would be upset. Maybe he didn’t want you to find out, because your feelings would be hurt.

Of course, it was hard to let go of your parents being killed by him, he understood that. But the reason he didn’t like Tony was because you were the one that moved past that, and forgave him, not Tony. Instead, Tony still disliked him, but it was better than wanting to kill him again. Bucky pushed the thought out of his head as you giggled at his question, pointing down the hallway.

It was his first time at this house. It seemed that Tony just liked throwing his money everywhere and bought houses on a whim. Bucky frowned, pulling his thoughts away from Tony. All Bucky wanted to do was make you happy, and he knew being here would make you feel happier, with all of them together. He loved you, seeing you happy made him happy.

He washed his hands with the bathroom door slightly open as he sighed, overhearing Tony’s voice again. “You can’t actually be serious with him.” Tony lectured you, causing Bucky to pause as he turned the water lower, to hear your response.

“I am! I love him and you know I want to start a family soon- don’t pull this shit on me Tony.” You replied, scoffing upset as Morgan pouted back to you. Bucky bit his lip as he started to dry his hands, feeling guilty for listening but he couldn’t help but eavesdrop even more.

“A family? Really? What happened with Henry? You remember him, before that jackass came, Henry wanted to have a family with you, and just like that it stopped? Why not him?” Tony responded, shaking his head back to you. Morgan frowned even more, stepping closer to you for a hug because she knew you were upset as well.

“Henry cheated on me! Are you fucking comparing Bucky to a scumbag? I want to live the rest of my life with Bucky and start a family with him. If you can’t support us, then- then we’ll just leave,” You paused, sniffling, trying to control your emotions but it was hard. “If you can’t support your own sister… I don’t want to talk to you again.” You whispered, letting a tear drop against Morgan’s head as she started to protest.

“No! Stop it! You’re my auntie and I love you.” Morgan yelped out, clinging onto your torso as Tony took a step closer to the two of you. His facial expression dropped, the crease in his forehead leaving as he noticed what happened. But he couldn’t allow a murderer into the family like that, even if it meant losing his own sister. He shook his head, tugging onto Morgan’s shoulder.

“Fine, don’t come running back when Bucky hurts you.”

Bucky stepped out of the bathroom with a dull look. He tried to keep his face blank as you quickly wiped your tears off, smiling to him as if everything was okay. He knew he wouldn’t be able to give you kids, something you’ve always wanted to do was start a family, and he couldn’t do it. You never knew about it, he never found the guts to tell you it would never happen, and he felt his heart drop even more. Fucking HYDRA ruined his chances of ever having children, and you didn’t even know. Guilt ate away in his head as you leaned down, pecking Morgan’s head lovingly before Tony tugged her away.

He watched as you took a few steps back, holding your bag again before glancing over. “I um, let’s go, I don’t feel too good and I think we left the oven on.” Your voice called out uneasily, causing a deep frown to take over his face.

You sniffled as you sat in the car, watching as your boyfriend turned the ignition. “I love you,” You whispered, as the music dulled over the two of you as he pulled out of the driveway, surrounded in forestry. Bucky’s heart squeezed once more as he tried not to look back at you, knowing it would only hurt more, “Same here,” He briefly responded, not bringing himself to say love.

“How about we stop at Sam’s place before we go back? I’ve been meaning to give him back his charger he left in the car.” You spoke up, trying to think of anything else. You wanted to burn whatever memory of what happened in the house, Tony was always an asshole, but at least he tried to be kind to you. Not even today he was, and it made you wonder what your parents would have thought of this whole situation.

You didn’t even know if they’d ever forgive you for falling for their murderer.

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It was a few days later when you felt like everything was going better. Morgan had called you and said that Tony was mopey and feeling upset, but that he was too stubborn to say sorry. You grinned when you heard it, and you always felt a special connection with your niece. Morgan helped you realize how much you wanted kids. You wanted them soon, something that everyone knows about. You could talk forever about what you’d put in baby rooms, it was a passion project of yours that you’ve always wanted to do.

Bucky felt scared. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore. He had bought a ring too, wanting to propose to you. He loved you too much though, he couldn’t hurt you for so long, because you wouldn’t have kids with him. He needed to leave. It was too much, you would be better without him, find someone else.

He sighed, realizing it had to stop now before he hurt both of you even more.

He couldn’t face you though, so he sat by the bed as you slept, turning on a soft light to see the paper. It was fucked up to do, but he had to write it. He tried not to think of anything that could have been, as he gazed down to the drawer that held the ring.

“Dear Doll, I’m sorry. We can’t be together. I’ve been having second thoughts for a while now, and I realize that I can’t support your dreams. I can’t be the person you wanted me to be, and I’m sorry for that. You need someone to build a family with you, someone to be by your side for now and forever, and I fear that I’m not the person for you. I can’t give you what you want, and if we were together, there will be times you won’t see me for months… maybe years. Stay safe and happy.” He paused, his hand trembling as he clenched the pen, trying not to let his tears fall.

“I love you. Goodbye.” He finished writing, clearing his throat slightly. The note sat neatly against his pillow, before he pulled the blanket over your figure again. You snuggled into it sleepily, and unaware of Bucky leaving.

He sighed, letting a tear fall as he closed the door shut, after packing his bags.

--

Fuck, it hurt worse than he thought it would. It’s been over a week now and what he thought would happen didn’t. He thought Tony would do something, speak up and cause another fight, but no. Instead Bucky sat in silence at the motel he was staying at, watching the news to try to get over what he was feeling. He caused this, so he should suffer, he believed. He wanted to know what you’ve been doing, how you’ve been, but at the same time he knew that would only cause him to hesitate and think about what could have been.

You were a mess. Rolling over to the other side of the bed, finding it cold and empty was a shock. Next, reading the letter made you sit up, heart pounding and tears pouring down your face. At first you thought it was a joke, and you hopped out of bed, stumbling over to the bathrooms, kitchen, other bedroom- everywhere in the house. You even checked outside, and you could barely text Sam to ask where he was. He turned into something of a ghost, and you didn’t see it coming.

Fuck him, honestly. You scoffed at the thought of Bucky again today, his name churning in your stomach with a foul twist and you blinked repeatedly trying to think of anything else. You still had love for him somewhere in you, but you couldn’t find it now. You weren’t going to give him your forgiveness if he didn’t ask for it. It felt as if he wanted to burn you away from his life, his letter felt so insincere to you now, but you still could remember ever word.

You told Tony a few days after, and it was radio silence on his part. He didn’t respond to you, and it hurt more with each second that passed, feeling as if you lost two of the most important people in your life. You spoke every now and then with Sam, but you put all your attention onto work. It was unhealthy, but it was working to help you forget temporarily of the entire thing.

You didn’t sleep in the bedroom anymore either, you would sleep in the guest room or sometimes on the couch. You locked away his things, deciding not to throw them out in case you’d like to light them on fire. It was something you would do, especially with Natasha and Wanda finding out and screaming bloody murder when they heard of what Bucky did to you.

Natasha was one of your closest friends, she’s stuck by your side ever since the two of you met. Sure, there would be times you two couldn’t talk because of missions, but you always felt that Natasha was like your sister. “I’ll talk to him when I see him,” She promised you, and you had a feeling there wouldn’t be much talking going on, especially since you saw her grip her knife holster at his mention.

Wanda was your other best friend. You helped her after Ultron, when no one else was by her side. You supported her while she grieved for her brother, and you did everything you could to help her, and she swore to you she would do the same. And she has, she tried to be next to you on your days off, even when she was busy.

She was sweeter than Natasha in a way, but still terrifying when Bucky was mentioned in a conversation. “Strange that we haven’t heard from him, maybe I can…” And she trailed off. When that happened, she smiled at you, bringing a slight humor in the conversation, causing you to feel better in the moment.

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It was the third week when you started to notice something off around you. You finally went back into the bedroom and sat by the bed, thinking of just why Bucky would do such a thing. It didn’t matter to you that he wasn’t able to give you children, there were always different options. Like adoption, foster care, surrogacy, and a few more. It was strange that he thought he had to leave.

You weren’t as hurt anymore. Maybe it was that he didn’t want kids instead, you frowned at the thought. He could have at least talked to you about it instead of leaving in the middle of the night with a note near you.

Tony finally reached out to you, inviting you back to his house to see him, Morgan and Pepper. You sat on the couch, grinning politely as Morgan giggled back to you, placing a crown on your head. “You are a queen!” She declared, bumping next to you and causing Tony to let out a chuckle.

He cleared his throat after a moment, gazing over to Morgan, “Hey, how about you go back to Mommy right now? I think she said something about going to the park.” Morgan instantly jumped up in excitement, rushing off the other room. You bit your lip, noticing your brother’s serious facial expression now and you felt your happiness lower slightly, wondering if there would be another argument.

“Did he talk to you?” Tony murmured, causing you to frown, knowing he was mentioning Bucky now. You shook your head back as a negative to his question, “No…” You trailed off, scratching your head.

Tony noticed your awkwardness and cleared his throat again, glancing away. “He’s a shitshow, but he cares about you. I didn’t see it before, he’s a mess right now at the Compound and the other bases. He keeps asking about you.” He rambled out quickly, not wanting to talk about Bucky anymore.

Your eyebrows raised in shock as you leaned back. “What the fuck?” You shot back, scrunching your nose up now. Tony let a muffled laugh out at your face before shrugging, “You heard me, I’m not saying it again.” His response made you groan in irritating and confusion.

“Wh- What is Bucky doing? You talked with him? When?” You went on, waving your hands in the air, trying to think about what he was saying.

“Bucky is doing whatever he’s doing- and yes, a few days ago. Now, don’t ask me more, you need to solve it with him. I don’t want to get involved any further,” Tony paused, letting unusual kindness seep through his voice.

“He’s… I was wrong Y/n.” Tony finished, mumbling to you. A pause went through the air as you absorbed the information, and you thanked Tony silently by getting up and giving him a slight hug. He was a pain in the ass, but you were glad he was your brother.

You left a few hours later with his words circulating around your mind. Should you reach out? Or go to the Compound? You sighed to yourself, setting a hand on your forehead as you sat in the kitchen, glancing down to your laptop. You barely went to the Compound because it reminded you of how you almost lost your brother that day, it still haunted you. But if it meant to clear things up with Bucky, to understand what’s happening, you would go.

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Bucky hung his head down as he sat in the dark, wondering what he could do. Everything felt like shit, like everything was off, and it was all because of him. He hated it, how he still missed you too much, how he remembered everything about you.

To the way you sipped your drinks, or how you’d poke at his arm at random times and smile cheekily. Or when you’d groan at the sunlight after having a movie marathon, or the times you’d prop both his hands up and peck sweet kisses into the them in the mornings before he went on missions, as a good luck charm.

You somehow imbedded your way into his soul, and he can’t take it out. He feels incomplete without you, but he believed you would be happier without him.

He missed you so much.

Your feelings were mixed as you sat in the parking lot, drumming onto the horn in nervousness. What should you do? Reach out to him after he hurt you like that? You groaned, as you instantly started to think about what could have been, what still can be. It felt horrible, sinking into your bones, but you had to find out. You needed to know if you could still have your happily ever after with Bucky, you still loved him.

You hesitantly knocked on his door, stepping a bit away from the door as your heart started to race. After a few moments, you started to regret your decision, rethinking it as Bucky did not ever want to see you again, and this was a mistake, you bit your lip harshly as you took another step away.

Fuck. After another second, you wanted to leave for sure now. You went to turn away but paused when you heard the creaking, and the turning of the doorknob. Your head turned slightly, breathe catching as you saw Bucky peek from behind the door.

“Y/n,” He breathed out in surprise, stepping out of the room slowly. You turned completely to face him now, as you eyed his state. He was in shambles it seemed, he was wearing clothes that he’d never wear, he had bruises on his face and arm, and you noticed his eyes were droopy with wetness and bags.

He took his metal arm off as well, something he didn’t usually do. “Buck?” You whispered back, worried as he leaned against the wall.

“Doll, I’m so fucking sorry,” Bucky stopped himself, letting a tear escape as he saw you frown and shake your head back to him in disbelief. “For what? It’s obvious that you don’t want to be with me.” You bit back, crossing your arms as you became defensive.

“I want to, I wish to- but I can’t. I don’t want to be the one to hurt you.” He responded, stepping forward slightly as you closed your eyes for a few moments to stop from crying.

“You already hurt me Bucky.” You whispered, causing another tear to roll down his face. He reached for your shoulder, and you quickly shrugged his hold off as a wave of anger rushed through you.

“You don’t get to say that- you have no right to hurt me so much! What you said- what you wrote in that note, fuck you.” You rambled, letting your arms extend now and wave about the place as your anger turned into an emotion like desperation.

“I don’t understand why you did that? Why would you,” You cut yourself off to wipe your eyes slowly, “Why would you do something that so obviously hurt both of us?” Your mumble made Bucky’s heart sink.

Bucky stepped close to you now, setting his arm around your back softly as he gazed back to you. “I didn’t realize how much I loved you till I left. I’m so sorry, I thought you would be better with someone who could give you a family.” His words made you shake your head slightly, and your hand brushed by his side.

“There is no one else I want, you’re the one I love. And family- children? Bucky, I know we haven’t exactly talked much about this, but there’s different options… as long as you want a family.” You responded hopefully, realizing you would know the truth now, to see if there is any future between you both.

Bucky let out a surprised chuckle, now cupping your face instead. “Doll, I’ve always wanted one, but I know it would be hard.” You pouted back, denying it completely, “We’ll work on it! We can parent together; I love you and I know we’ll be amazing parents.”

“Amazing, huh? Don’t let Tony hear you say that, he’ll throw a fit.” Bucky joked back, allowing a smile to appear on his face after so long. Your face softened even more, the anger you had melting away as you understood him more now, he was just scared.

You leaned up onto your tiptoes in the next moment, capturing your lips with his, and holding onto him even closer. “I love you,” He murmured between kisses, pulling you back into his room, stumbling around. You smiled against his lips happily, feeling relief spread throughout your chest.

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Good tidings to you! I'd like to request a fluff alphabet for Zoro, if you please!

Of course, hun! Thank you so much for your Ko-Fi donation; it was mighty kind of you! I hope you enjoy this fluff alphabet~!

Fluff Alphabet: Zoro

A-   Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

We all know how much Zoro loves to snooze, so you can bet that he loves taking naps with his s/o! There’s nothing better to him than finding a nice spot on the deck or within the ship to snuggle up with his beloved and catch some good Z’s. A lot of times he will actually try to stay awake instead of falling asleep right away, though, because he wants to enjoy his cuddle time! Plus, he thinks his partner is so cute when they’re dozing. When they are awake, Zoro also loves to train with his partner! It doesn’t matter how intense his partner is athletically; even if they are just in the same space honing their respective crafts, it really makes him happy. And getting to see his s/o all sweaty and breathless after a workout? That’s hot to him, LOL. 

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Zoro is an ass man; sorry, I don’t make the rules. He is gonna grab his s/o’s booty at every available opportunity. He just can’t help himself; I mean, it’s right there, just ripe for the taking, and the man has got to cop a feel! He’s also fond of his partner’s tummy, though; he loves to lay his head there when he’s dozing-- bonus points if his s/o gives him head scritches. That is a one-way ticket to a happy Zoro. 

As for himself, Zoro is very proud of his scars, ironically. They’re proof that he’s survived and overcome obstacles as a swordsman. He loves when his s/o traces his scars, or, when things are getting a little steamy, kisses along the patterns criss-crossing his body. He’s proud of his muscles, too, and loves when his s/o compliments them. He definitely flexes for his partner; he loves to get them all hot and bothered, LOL. 

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

Zoro loves to cuddle, mostly because he loves to nap. There is no better sleep to him than when his s/o is snuggled up against him. He likes to spoon his partner (this man is not the little spoon, no way, no how), but he also likes to sleep on his partner’s lap or tummy while they play with his hair and massage/scratch his head. 

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Zoro pretty much doesn’t think about much besides becoming the world’s greatest swordsman and helping Luffy achieve the title of Pirate King before his s/o comes along. After that, however, he begins to consider what happens next. After sailing for a while, he’ll entertain the idea of settling down and starting a dojo like his master, or maybe even returning to the old man and asking to take over one day. It’s not something he thinks about a whole lot, but he does, on occasion. Really, he just wants his partner to be happy, and will go along with their plans for their future. 

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Zoro’s a pretty stubborn guy, but in a relationship, he’s actually kind of chill. He doesn’t mind not making decisions and will go along with his s/o’s flow. He just doesn’t see the point in trying to control of dominate aspects of his s/o’s life; they’re a person with their own free will, after all. As long as he can get his cuddles, he’s honestly good! 

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

We all know most of the Straw Hat Crew share a single brain cell and most of the time, bless his heart, Zoro does not have it. He will get so confused when his partner is mad at him. He will have no idea what set them off, and that will frustrate him, so he’ll lash out in retaliation. Before the fight can escalate too much, he’ll stomp off to go nurse his feelings with some sake. It bothers him, though, knowing that his s/o’s feelings are hurt and probably because he did something stupid... so he’ll go to Nami or Robin for advice. Once they finally get his brain to click, he’ll go back to his s/o to apologize and talk things out. So, even though fights may occur often, normally they work out well when he finally puts two and two together. 

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Zoro is pretty low-key with his affection. To show his gratitude, he normally snuggles up to his partner and lavishes them in physical affection. It’s his main way to express his feelings, and he isn’t smart when it comes to gift-giving, nor is he eloquent with his words. His partner will have to recognize that this is how he is trying to express how he feels!

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

Again, Zoro has no real preference with these things. In fact, he probably doesn’t even know what a honeymoon is. After his s/o explains it, however, and he realizes how important it is to them, Zoro is on board. He will probably let his partner choose the destination and activities; he righteously doesn’t care where they go. He just wants to spend time with them and make sure that they are having a good time. 

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

Zoro is very much still haunted by Kuina’s death. It frustrates him that he was never able to best her, and he still carries a sense of guilt for her death, though it was a tragic accident. It’s not something he’ll bring up to his s/o very easily, because it’s not something he wants to talk about, but eventually after his s/o catches him brooding on it enough times, he’ll divulge the full story. He’ll probably tear up a bit, so his s/o will need to comfort him. 

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Zoro is 100% confident in himself as a man and so he does not get jealous, lmao. Again, he doesn’t really have much desire to have his s/o on a leash. In fact, watching his s/o flirt and play coy with others is amusing to him, because it makes him oh so satisfied knowing that they are still going home with him that night. If he realizes his s/o is actively trying to get him jealous to have some fun, he’ll play along, but never for a moment does he actually doubt his s/o or their intentions. It’s honestly sweet, how much trust he has in them. 

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Again, this man? No brain cells. He’s just cruising, having a good time, and doesn’t even think about a kiss. His s/o will actually have to be the one to plant one on him the first time, because this poor guy is just like, “This is going well. Nice. Look at me go. I bet the Ero-Cook is so jealous.” Bless his heart, the poor, stupid thing. After the first time, though, he picks up on it and will take care to initiate PDA so his s/o doesn’t feel unwanted or undesirable. 

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Once again, this man is as dense as a brick wall. He will not even realize that he caught feelings for someone; he just vibes, thinking that it’s just an aspect of their friendship. His s/o is going to have to be the one to confess, and then it will finally click in his head that the things he feels go beyond friendship, and then he will be like, “Oh. Yeah, I like you too, let’s go out.” It’s almost infuriating, because it can lead to a drawn-out mutual pining situation except Zoro doesn’t realize that he’s pining. Nami, please, give him the brain cell. 

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Zoro doesn’t think much about marriage, just like his thoughts on his future with his s/o-- but when they bring it up, he isn’t opposed. Rather than a fancy proposal, it will probably be a mutual decision between himself and his partner. They will go with him to pick out the ring and there won’t be a big affair, just “Hey! We’re gonna get married!” If his s/o really wants the whole shabang, though, he’ll have Nami and Usopp help him put something together. Again, he doesn’t care, but if his s/o does, he want’s them to be happy. 

As for the wedding, again, he leaves all of that up to his s/o. The furthest his mind goes is imagining them in their wedding attire, and that makes him a little excited, the idea that they’ll be joined forever in love. 

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Zoro’s not really that into pet names. One might hear an occasional “babe” or a demeaning “sweetheart” or “sweetcheeks,” but he thinks it’s more intimate to call his s/o by their name. 

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Like I said, this fool is oblivious himself that he’s in love. Others might notice if they are astute because he spends a lot of time with the object of his affections, does things for them without complaining, and is protective over them. Other than that, it really isn’t that obvious.

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Zoro does like PDA, especially if his partner is easily flusterable, because he thinks it’s cute. Throwing his arm around their shoulders or waist or sitting them on his lap are his personal favorites (and the aforementioned ass grabs). But if his s/o is also a fan of PDA, he’ll return any kisses, hugs, or hand-holds they initiate too, because he ain’t gonna say no to an excuse to touch his s./o! 

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Zoro has a habit of picking up random things he thinks his s/o will like. “Hey, I saw this flower and thought you might like it, here you go.” He totally doesn’t think anything of it, he just acted on a whim, but he does enjoy how happy his s/o gets about it-- so sometimes he goes out looking for stuff on purpose. He usually gets lost, of course, and someone has to go find him. 

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

As I’ve alluded, Zoro’s pretty lowkey in relationships. He’s not really prone to grand gestures, and just acts on whims rather than putting a lot of thought into his gestures. Occasionally, he will seek Nami and Robin out for advice to make sure he isn’t getting too boring or repetitive for his s/o, but mostly, he just does whatever comes to his mind. 

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Besides his past with Kuina, Zoro doesn’t really have anything to hide from his s/o. He believes in honesty in relationships and just in general, so he won’t have any secrets. 

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Zoro doesn’t even really think about it! Again, he just does whatever comes to mind. Sometimes there are spells of doing basically the same things every day, and then all of a sudden he’ll up and surprise his s/o with a random compliment or gift to keep it a little exciting. 

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

Zoro, bless his heart, will take a long time to learn how his partner really ticks. It’s just a little hard for him to learn how they think, so they will butt heads sometimes and have disagreements. He does try to be empathetic, it just doesn’t work out like he wants it to sometimes. 

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Zoro does hold his relationship in pretty high regard, but his ultimate goals are making Luffy Pirate King and becoming a master swordsman. If his s/o does not support those goals, or if he has to choose between them, he’ll probably choose his goals. That isn’t to say he won’t make an effort to have both, though. 

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Zoro talks in his sleep and it’s adorable. Sometimes his true feelings come out in his sleep, so he’ll babble on and on about how much he adores his s/o. It’s so cute, but he will deny it until he’s blue in the face despite the fact that everybody has heard him do it. 

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

As I’ve mentioned, Zoro’s primary love language is “physical affection.” He’s not great with words or gifts, so he primarily speaks through his actions. “Acts of service” is also in his repertoire, though; he doesn’t mind doing things for his s/o, and will often initiate without them even asking. 

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Oh, boy. He gets so pouty and grumpy. He doesn’t sleep as well when his s/o isn’t there, so he gets tired and oh-so-irritated. He is absolutely miserable to be around, and he and Sanji get into so many fights because he’s being a dick. He drinks a lot more, too, and is mad about the fact his alcohol tolerance is too high to drink himself into a stupor. As soon as his s/o returns, he is dragging them off for a much-needed nap. 

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Although I said Zoro is more likely to choose his goals over his s/o, he still will go to great lengths for his s/o. He has faith in their capabilities, but if he gets even an inkling that they may need help, he goes charging off. It doesn’t really take Zoro that long to reach this point, either, as he becomes somewhat dependent on their presence quite soon. 

[zmayadw]

Hello again :)

Heres a second part of my fanfic, as i said in previous post that i will add one or two. I know the begining might be a bit long and boring, but i decided my other two favorite Duskwood characters deserve some love ,too. :)

 Thanks to all who took their time to read it!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 2

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. The bright light from the window made me squint my eyes, and my head throbbed as hell. „Arghh, too bright.“ I mumbled, as a cheerfull voice next to me responded  „Well finaly, I was begining to worry you would never wake up! You know, you're taking those beautysleep advices too seriously.“ My eyes ajusted to the light, and I was looking at that cheerful, loving face, the face I knew oh so well. „Hmm, considering all, an extra hour or so of beautysleep is so allowed for me.“  I said, my voice hoarse a bit. She snorted „Make that 'an extra day or so'! You slept for almost three days!“ she said, walkig towards my bed and hugging me carefully. It felt good, just knowing she was there. She pulled away from me, her face serious.  “What wer you thinking?“ „ I'm sorry Jessy, so, so sorry.“  I said, tears swelling behind my eyes. „ I know what I did was stupid, but belive me, I really tought I was doing the right thing.“ „The 'right thing' almost got you killed Maya!“ she yelled at me, wich made me realize just how much she was worried about me. I burried my face in my hands, tears falling down „Please Jessy, dont be mad at me, I feel awfull as it is already. I realize my actions wer wrong, but I cant undo any of it now. And God knows im more then happy to be alive, and Hannah too! And I know my „sorry“ might not be enough this time, but I reall am sorry Jessy, you cant imagine how much. But please, please, you have to forgive me, I couldnt stand if I loose you!“ I couldnt force myself to look at her, I was so scared she would just get up and leave. And who could blame her, really, after all I did, she would have every right to do so. Suddenly, my hands wer slowely being moved from my face, and i opened my eyes  to see hers holding mine. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Hers wer now also full of tears. She hugged me so fiercly, and even if everything still hurted me like hell, I was so reliefed and hugged her back tightly as I could. „Ofcourse I forgive you, Maya. I was so damn worried and scared that I will loose you!“ I was releifed to hear her say it, I hugged her even tighter, saying through my tears „I'm sorry Jessy.“ She held me like that for a while, and then pulled slowly back. „I'm glad you're ok Maya.“ She said, smile coming back to that pretty face. „Look at us! Bawling here like little kids.“ That made me chuckle, and i said whiping my tears  „Huh, I never tought our fist time meeting would be with me in the hospital. But, hey, im not picky, i'm just glad I finaly had a chance to hug you.“  „I dont think anyone imagined this to be the place of your first meeting us. You do realize others will want to come and see you? Dan already wanted to come with me, he was mumbling something about how he owes you a whiskey. But i gave him such a stern look, he just kissed me goodby and said to say 'hi' from him and ran away from me.“ The tought of Dan being scared of Jessy made me laugh so hard, i got a little dizzy from the pain. Jessy noticed me vincing, quickly saying „But that can wait, you need to rest more first. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon!“ She looked at me all serious, and i understood why Dan acted like he did. „Dont worry, Jessy, I wont try to break out of hospital.“ I said with a grin on my face. „A bit of r'n'r is definatly what I need now.“ „Good! And since i'm clearly your favorite person from our little clique, you wont get rid of me that easy while  in here.“ She said cheerfully. „Thanks, Jessy. I mean it, Im really glad you're here with me.“ „Me too, Maya, me too.“ She stayed with me that whole afternoon, and I was happy about it. We talked about everything we could think of: how we gonna take that walk arround Duskwood together, having coffee at the Rainbow caffee, going to Aurora for drinks. Jessy was so full of life, and managed to stay so positive through all of this mess. She told me that police gave her my stuff and my phone, and will bring me what i need. It wasnt so important, but i could really use my phone.  It was like Jessy could read my mind, and she looked at me with simpathy „Did Jake contacted you?“  There was a knot in my stomack when she asked, because I knew I wasnt out in the clear with what I did with everyone just jet. „I dont know, Jessy,  I guess i'll find out when I get my phone. But im sure Lily told him all about it by now, and to be honest, it's the one conversation i'm scared of having at the moment.“ „I'm sure it will be fine.“ „I really hope so, Jessy. I really care so much for him. I dont know for sure what he feels, and it doesnt really matter, I just cant stand the tought of him being mad at me. Or not talking to me anymore...I got so used of having him arround, even just virtualy..i dont know Jessy, i cant explain it... i just need him in my life. Does this make any sense to you?“  She looked at me, with care and a hint of worry showing on her face „Yes Maya, it makes perfect sense.“ We talked for a while more. She looked at the clok on the wall and jumped „Oh, yay I gotta go, forgot Im meeting Dan! He made me promise to meet later, since I didnt let him come with me here.“ „Heh, better go then, I dont want Dan blaming me AGAIN for getting stud up by you. Or he might not buy me that whiskey he promised, an to be honest I could really use it now.“ I sad smiling at her. „Ohh no, you two are gonna be a pain in the butt when you meet, arent you?“ she groaned, but a smile was written all over her face. „Dont worry, i'll behave..as much as possible. As for Dan, im sure if you join us and give him some of your 'scarry' looks, he'll behave too.“  She bursted out laughing. „Oh, cant wait for it! I'll go grab your phone  real quick, and then im off.“ She ran for the door, stoped, turned arround giving me one more of her beautiful smiles „I'm really glad you're ok Maya.“ I smiled back,“ Me too Jessy, me too.“ She came back with my phone, plugged it to charge next to my bed hugging me quickly before leaving.

It was almost dark outside, and the room was so quiet since Jessy left. There wasnt much comotion in the hospital, and I appriciated it actualy, some peace after all the mess was a nice change. I stared at the window for a while, just enjoyeing the sceene of the sun setting down, the sky taking that purpleish-blue color. I was actually delaying the moment of turning my phone on, because I was scared. A the same time I hoped Jake would contact me, but then I was also scared of talking to him. Its been three days since the incident, and im sure Jake found out everything by now, so maybe he vented some of the anger off in the mean time. Ah, c'mon Maya, dont be a sissy! – i tought to myself – You stared death in the face, and showed it the middle finger, and you're scared of that thing? I took a deep breath, took my phone from the stand, and turned it on. It felt like forever for it to turn when i punched my code, and when it finaly did, i left it aside. The beeping of new messages, missed calls, new emails and all was the only sound spreading through the room. And with every beep my stomach reacted a bit, thinking if any of those beeps belongs to Jakes. I got so lost in my toughts, that a voice snaped me back, startling me a bit. A nurse smiled „Sorry hun, i didnt want to fright you. Just came to chek up on you, ask if you need anyhting and to give you some pain meds.“ She winked at me „It's the good stuff, will help you sleep better.“ „Thank you, mam, im good.“ I smiled back at her, and quickly glanced at my phone - 44 missed calls, 24 messages, 17 emails. That will be some time killing stuff. The nurse was done, she waved at me wishing me good night, saying to feel free calling her if I needed anything. I thanked her again as she left the room. I took my phone, my hand shakeing. I checked 'missed calls' first, and tho i didnt expect it, was a bit dissapointed Jake wasnt among one of them. I opened the messages, and Jessy's message was on top. „Sending you hugs&kisses!“ it was written under the picture of her and Dan, grining with their glasses raised. It made me smile, and i texted her back „Hehe, Dan must be happy you actualy came this time! xD Have fun you two, cant wait to join you. Hugs&kisses“ I checked other messages, and my hearth squeezed a bit when i saw he didnt texted either. I didnt feel like replaying to any at the moment, settling the phone back on the stand. I switched off the light above the bed, turned on the side, staring at now complete darkness throught the window. One tear rolled down my cheek as i closed my eyes, hoping sleep will come soon.

[faceachefics]

Silver Souvenir

Pair: Severen x Reader

Summary: Severen visits you for the first time in a while and you surprise him with a pair of rings for both of you to wear. Little did you know, he was “allergic” to silver.

Word Count: 1425

    It was 6:32 a.m., and the sun was making its way over the horizon. You were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when you heard a knock at the door. Who would show up to your house at this ungodly hour? A few seconds go by and there was another knock. You huffed and went over to the front door. This had better be important.

    You were greeted with a dark-haired man with a pin-covered leather jacket. Before you could process this familiar face, he shouted “Hey, beautiful!” and tightly embraced you. He spun you around to the side of the doorway and invited himself in. His southern drawl and smoky musk made you one hundred percent confident it was—

    “Severen?” You questioned your assumed acquaintance. His eyes brightened when he heard the name.

    “I knew you’d remember me, baby!” He had that same enthusiasm, too. He paced to the doorway and signaled someone to come in. “Hope you don’t mind me n’ my pals crash here for the day.” Pals? As in there was more than one person with him? The previous times he came to your house, he was alone.

    He said he had been driving all night and was looking for a place to stay. You were intimidated by him but let him in anyway. The stranger slept all day and talked to you during the first couple hours of nighttime. Although, the conversations were more focused on you than him. You didn’t know much about him other than his “family” and their travels. He didn’t have much else to give away other than a couple experiences from his childhood. With each visit you became more attached to him, especially since they were each a month or two apart.

    “Won’t you be so kind as to shut the curtains for me?” Severen asked in a sweet tone. You snapped out of your daze and silently fulfilled his request. As you closed the curtains, you saw four people hop out of an RV. You couldn’t quite make out their appearances through the blankets they were covered in.

    “Uh…” You looked over at Severen with knit brows. “I didn’t know you’d bring guests this time.”

    “Sorry to cause ya trouble this early,” He sympathized. “We just need a place to sleep an’ we’ll be outta your hair same time as always.” Severen was known to be a prick to humans regardless of whether they were food or not. However, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to. You were kind enough to let him in and offer him some food and drinks every now and then. Not only that, but you were interesting to talk to, and through these conversations he learned a lot about you: routine, birthday, beliefs, childhood, hobbies, past relationships, and the people who wronged you. He felt bad he could only share a few details about himself, but he couldn’t give away anything that would lead you to the realization that he wasn’t human.

    You watched as the four new strangers power walked into the house and made their way to your living room. They took off their blankets and you were finally able to get a better look at them. One was an older man with a rust-colored jacket and a Y-shaped scar on his cheek. The woman close to him had puffy, blonde hair and wore chaps over her high-waisted jeans. There was also a moody, dark-haired boy with them, along with a short-haired, blonde with a pink, sleeveless top. They each looked back at you, almost sizing you up. This group was infinitely more intimidating than Severen alone.

    “W-… would any of you like something to eat or drink?” You stuttered, trying to ease the growing tension in the air.

    “We’re fine,” The older man replied in a stern voice. Meanwhile, Severen was already in the kitchen helping himself to the bottle of whiskey you bought a couple weeks ago. It made him even happier knowing you were still thinking about him, waiting for him to come back. He drank straight from the bottle since you never took too much of it. Whiskey was strong for you, but to him it was merely as strong as liquor.

     The group had already settled on the couch and lounge chair, which barely fit all four of them. Severen wandered around the house, bottle in hand, with you close behind. He was the only one in the bunch you were familiar with, the only one you felt safe around. He found it cute that you were accompanying him. You were like a puppy following its favorite person around.

    Ever since you met, he knew you were the most precious lil’ thing he laid eyes on.

    Severen opened a door and found your bedroom. “Mind if I sleep here?” You shook your head. He had slept in your bed one time when he was drunk, but he didn’t bother undressing. This time, however, he set the whiskey on the nightstand and took off his jacket, as well as the red flannel shirt underneath. He turned his head to you and caught you staring. “Like what ya see?” He snickered as you quickly looked away and blushed. He sat at the edge of the bed to take off his spurs and boots. Then, you remembered something.

    “Oh!” You realized. “I almost forgot about these.” You rummage through your nightstand drawer and pulled out a small box. Severen paused and watched you open the box before him. Inside were two rings: one had a black stripe around it, and the other was thinner with a rose gold stripe. His eyes lit up, but anxiety  started settling in when he noticed how pale the metal was than the steel he already wore on his fingers. That was not steel. It was sterling silver.

    “Aww Y/N,” He responded. “You shouldn’t have!” No, seriously. You shouldn’t have. He hoped to God you weren’t going to make him wear it. That was when you offered him the black-striped ring. Dammit. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, since those rings probably cost you a big chunk of money. Not only that, but you got them for you and him. How could he refuse such a gift?

    “I thought you’d like a little souvenir,” You grinned as he hesitantly took the ring. It was hot to the touch. “As a reminder of me while you were gone.” As if that lovestruck cowboy didn’t think about you enough. He wished he could see you more often, or that you could come along with him, but you were too innocent to turn to a life of murder.

    “Yeah?” Severen began as he quickly put the ring on his left ring finger. “Shit, next thing I know you’re gonna propose to me.” That earned a giggle from you, and he couldn’t help but smile at that. Knowing how happy he was making you almost distracted him from burning sensation on his finger. He looked down and saw a faint steam rise from his skin. He had to take this thing off now.

    “C’mere.” He pulled you into a hug and urgently took all the rings off behind your back. “Thanks, baby. That means a lot to me.” He pulled away and set the items down on the nightstand. With an arm around your waist, Severen rolled over on the bed, and now you two were lying next to each other face-to-face. “Daylight’s gettin’ brighter. If I stay up too long, they’re gonna leave without me.” He snickered with the last part.

    You turned over to get up off the bed, but Severen had an unusually strong hold of you. “Hey now, where you goin’?”

    “Well I still need to get ready for the day,” You replied. Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay with him.

    “C’mon, hun,” He yawned, pulling you closer. “You can put it off for a couple hours.” This was a first-time experience for you, being this close… this intimate with Severen. You might as well enjoy it while you could. You shifted back down on the bed and curled up against him. He lifted his hand to stroke your hair. It was so soft, just like everything else. This was the closest to heaven he was ever going to get, and he wanted to cherish it for as long as he had you. Maybe it could last longer if you lived forever, too.

    One day, Y/N. One day.

[sunshinejihyun]

35. Tim and MC please?!?! Love you tons!!

@kingkassam asked: 35. (I’m in love with my best friend) Tim and MC please?!?! Love you tons!!

Author’s note: Babe, thank you so much for your patience with me while waiting for me to write this (and answering some of my questions about season 1 since I haven’t played in forever). I love you so much and I hope you like this!

Warnings: Jen’s kinda a jerk? but other than that nothing

Summary: A year and a half after leaving the villa, Tim reevaluates his relationship

Word count: 2520

Masterlist

When Stars Align, They Burn Bright

A year and a half after Tim and Jen had won second place on Love Island, he was seated on a couch next to Jen, watching the season he was on for the first time since they had left the villa. It wasn’t that they avoided watching the show, they just wanted to live in the moment, get to know each other outside of the villa.

The villa was so different from the outside world; in the villa there were only so many options and everyone got along. Everyone was hot and kind of attracted to each other so it was easy to find someone you wanted to spend time with in there. But outside… proved to be more difficult. Jen’s parents didn’t like Tim and she wanted him to be someone he’s not. Sure, he’d put on a tie for a nice night out if needed but that wasn’t him on a normal day. They had their ups and downs, but it was Jen’s idea to watch their season. To watch them ‘reconnect’ for the first time and see them fall in love on screen.

But now, Jen was looking at him with the most horrified face he could imagine. The Tim on screen was currently narrating what happened during Cherrygate when his best friend found Levi and Cherry kissing right after a recoupling. Tim was smiling at the camera and rubbing the back of his neck. “At that moment, I swear it’s like everything hit me at once and in my brain I was like ‘mate, I’m in love with my best friend!’ and when I thought about Levi pieing her off like that, it drove me absolutely crazy.”

Jen flipped off the TV and flipped her hair off her shoulder before sighing. “Well that’s something I wasn’t aware of.”

Tim sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, just like younger him did on screen. “Nothing ever happened, and we ended up happy together in the end.”

“Are we happy, Tim?” Jen’s voice came out softly and he could tell she was nervous. “Because I’m not sure I am, not anymore.”

“Is this because I forgot to shake your father’s hand when we met them for brunch the other day? Because I can-”

“Tim,” Jen’s voice brought him back to the present and his heartbeat picked up, sweat starting to gather around his brow. “Seriously, when was the last time you felt happy.”

Tim thought back on their relationship and sure, there were laughs here and there and Jen didn’t make him miserable, but the last time he was truly happy and not just going through the motions was probably about half a year of being outside of the villa.

The last year wasn’t horrible, not in the slightest, but all they were doing was staying together because it’s what everyone expected from them and they still liked the other enough, but they fell out of love a long time ago. Both of them knew it, yet no one wanted to admit it.

His silence hung in the room and Jen got up, wiping her sweaty palms on the leggings she was wearing. “That silence answers more than you could ever know.” Smiling softly at Tim, she moved to leave the living room. “I think this is the end of us, Tim. You don’t have to move out right away but also… please don’t linger.”

Tim couldn’t fault Jen for asking him to leave; this was her apartment originally, it’d be silly for her to move out and him to stay and so he pulled out his phone and dialed the one number of the person he knew would take him in, no questions asked.

“Hello?” Her voice was quiet, like how it used to sound when he’d wake her up from a nap on the sun loungers in the villa. “Tim?”

“Hey mate, how was your nap?” Tim teased and she giggled on the other end.

“Great before some monster woke me up!” She readjusted herself and sat up. “Are you ok? You don’t normally call me out of the blue.” “Actually…” He trailed off not knowing how to start explaining things. “Wanna have a sleepover every night for an unknown amount of time?”

“Excuse me?” She was taken aback, Tim could tell by the way she laughed and he nervously laughed along as she questioned him. “What’s going on?”

“I think Jen and I broke up?” Reality was crashing down all around him and Tim felt himself start to break. “And I really need to spend time with a friend right now.”

“Oh Tim,” the tone of pity escaping her lips did nothing for him and a sob tore out of his throat. “When do you need me to pick you up? As soon as you need me, I’m there.” So, they planned that she would pick him up in three days and he was allowed to stay in her flat as long as he needed, all he needed was to buy some groceries from time to time.

After they finished their conversation, Tim started packing up his things, tentatively walking around Jen’s apartment while trying to gather up everything without running into her. He still had boxes left over from when he moved in and since Jenn didn’t like most of his decorating, all he really had to pack was some clothes and notebooks that held all the raps he wrote inside.

Sleeping on the uncomfortable leather couch Jen’s parents bought her for the next two night’s would be hell, but what got Tim through it was thinking about how he got to see his best friend soon.

When she pulled her car in front of the apartment complex later that week, it’s like a weight lifted off Tim’s shoulders and when she jumped out the car and wrapped her arms around his waist, Tim felt like a piece of his heart was put back in place.

“Oh my gosh I missed you so much.” He whispered, burying his head in her soft hair and she squeezed him tighter.

“I missed you too, Timye.” She responded, a teasing lilt in her voice as she brought back the nickname she gave him in the Villa. “Do you mind driving for a bit? I drove a long way here and I’m knackered. I need a little nap.”

Tim caught the car keys in his hand as she tossed them to him before bending to pick up a box full of clothes. “Yeah of course, I appreciate you coming to get me. Not many people would, to be honest.”

“Is that who I think it is?” Jen called out from the balcony and waved down at the girl standing next to Tim. “How’ve you been? It’s been forever hun!”

“I’m pretty good, yeah! Tim and I are gonna have a sleepover for a while! How are you, babe?” Tim saw Jen’s genuine smile drop off her face and get replaced with one of the fake ones, like the smile you plastered on your face when you ran into someone in the grocery store from primary school you never got along with but knew enough to exchange pleasantries. His stomach dropped as Jen’s cup of water got bumped by her elbow and the water poured over the railing, splashing onto his best friend.

“Oops, sorry hun! My mistake!” Jen nonchalantly waved off what she did and continued on. “I’m good, Levi’s gonna come visit me soon, want me to tell him you said hi?”

“Er, no that’s okay thanks, we’re not together anymore and haven’t really talked since we split.” Tim felt the girl stiffen next to him and he hurriedly moved to rush her to the car. “I think we need to go, we have a long drive and don’t want to be driving all night. Come on, I’ve got some spare clothes you can change into.” Without looking at Jen, Tim grabbed his last few boxes and shoved them haphazardly into the back of the car and jumped into the driver's seat. Glancing at the girl in a soaking wet tee shirt, he gestured to all his boxes in the back. “Go on mate, you’re soaked. Take some of my clothes for now.”

“Thanks,” she replied before unbuckling and leaning on the seat to dig through the boxes. Tim had to keep his eyes on the road and not think about the fact if he looked over to his left that her bum would be right there in his view, but telling himself not to think about that caused him to think about it more than not. It was a relief when she turned and sat herself back in her seat.

When Tim turned to steal a glance at her, her shirt was off and she was working on flipping one of his gray tees the right way. The car swerved as Tim did a double take. “Mate, put some clothes on, my god!”

She laughed and the sound put another piece of his heart back in place. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini a million times before.”

“Yeah but seeing your undies just is… different.” Tim laughed at how ridiculous he sounded and he turned his attention back to the road. Once she had changed into some dry clothes, she propped her feet up on the dashboard and leaned her head on the window, eyes already closed.

Tim made sure to drive carefully and swerve softly to avoid any bumps that could have woken her up.

A week later, they were both sitting together on her dingy brown couch, her feet resting in Tim’s lap as he gently ran his hands over her calves before teasingly pinching one of her toes and making her squeal.

Once she had tucked her feet out of the way of Tim’s attacks, she turned to him. “Are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Jen that made you guys break up? Last we talked, you were considering buying a ring.”

Tim wasn’t sure how to explain, not really. So he said the only thing he could think. “Did you ever watch our season of Love Island?”

She shook her head no, so Tim got up to retrieve the TV remote sitting on its spot on the mantle and going to queue up the series, specifically the episode that caused Jen to voice her feelings about everything wrong with their relationship. “We were just going through the motions for the longest time, but we weren’t in love anymore. And then we watched this part of the series, and Jen just… she asked me if I was happy and I realized I wasn’t.”

Pressing play, Tim saw Cherry lean in to kiss Levi and the girl next to him tensed. “Tim? There better be a good reason you’re making me watch this. Because, ouch.”

He shushed her and pointed to the screen where Tim was now sitting on the beach hut chair, smiling at the camera. “What do I think about Cherry and Levi? Man, I hate what they did to her. Watching Levi pathetically graft on her for days and then when he got her he immediately pied her off? That’s shit, it really is. But after… when she came to me to comfort and just let me hug her for the longest time… At that moment, I swear it’s like everything hit me at once and in my brain I was like ‘mate, I’m in love with my best friend!’ and when I thought about Levi pieing her off like that, it drove me absolutely crazy.” The Tim on screen chuckled awkwardly as well as Tim did, the girl next to him had stilled, watching the TV intently. “Talia’s gonna help me come up with a plan to see if she’s interested in me, but I don’t think she is. That’s okay, Jen’s fit as hell and has been grafting on me some, so if it doesn’t work out I guess I have options! But this girl... she shines so bright, like a star. I don’t want to see her settle for someone who’s gonna burn out her bright light. She’s something special.” Tim’s best friend reached over and grabbed the TV remote, cutting off the rap he was currently spitting on screen.

“Tim,” she whispered, hand reaching blindly towards him. He offered his hand to her and his heart ached to meet her eye in that moment. As she grasped his hand tightly, Tim’s heart pounded intensely in his chest. “I never knew.”

“I know you didn’t. You seemed intent on making things work with Levi so I didn’t want to say anything and ruin our friendship and your relationship with him.” He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Her voice came out in a shout and neither of them expected it, both of them jumping and looking at the other wish eyes wide open before bursting into laughter. When they had calmed down, she rephrased. “I’m mad at you because I wish you would have told me. It would have saved me from a lot of what I thought was one sided pining.”

She looked up to meet his eyes and he saw sincerity all over her face. “You’re serious? You loved me back?”

“Seeing you with Jen killed me. Levi even knew that. Dunno how we lasted so long outside of the villa, to be quite honest with you.” She sighed and let go of his hand. “He knew I had feelings for you up until the day we broke up.” Without responding, Tim moved so his body was laying across the couch, his upper half laying in her lap. Her hands absentmindedly dropped to his hair and started massaging his scalp. “Are you okay?”

He knew the tears in his eyes would threaten to fall as soon as he met her soft eyes but he did anyway and her fingers immediately moved to wipe the salty drops away. “I just… I forgot what it felt like to feel loved and all of a sudden everything crashed into me at once and I just… this may be stupid to say but I love you. I always have, since that day in the villa that I realized it, and probably even before. I love you. I love you so much.”

She took his face in her hands, and squished his cheeks and he sat up and did the same, both of them staring intently into the others eyes, studying each other like this was the first time they saw each other openly. “It may be stupid, but I love you too. Tim, I love you.”

Hearing her say his name in that sentence pieced the rest of his heart back together, helped him come to terms with the last year where he fell out of love with Jen. But no matter how long it has been, he was constantly in love with the girl sitting in front of him, and it may be stupid, but love makes you do stupid things,

Curling into her soft body, Tim felt more at home than he’d felt in the last year and he couldn’t believe how lucky he got, it was like he got his own shining star.

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

In response to the Jane ask, I totally agree! Her song, as vague as it might be in the newer versions, is very much about emotional abuse and her realizing/reflecting on it. In the other versions this is arguably even clearer! Besides the list in the first verse, there’s a line in the student run version that always get me, in the second verse after “with out my son your love will disappear”. Usually in the lastest version it’s “I know it isn't fair, but I don't care”, which can be a sign of even tho she knows that he has hurt her at this point, her love will still be there for her son. But the student run it’s something like “you’ll let us fall apart, try to break my heart” which I think is much more powerful in showing more of her self awareness at what would happen to her. Also that opening monologue before about if she was really loved or just checked all the boxes on a list before she could make him angry, she knew that he would be willing to destroy her if she didn’t do as he wanted (Cause Anne wasn’t some death that would never happen again and that only happened cause Jane was there, he was to said to have threaten Jane with the same fate cause of the pilgrimage of grace incident (also well it did happened gain two queens later). Also just a slight unrelated thing, I can sorta understand why people blame Jane for Anne’s death but also not really. It was a whole campaign against Anne, and we only know that Jane was yeah trying to be queen due to influence from her family and others trying make sure she was but I don’t think it’s her fault Henry (and others) decided the best course of action would be to kill Anne. Though I am not a big Tudor researcher, this is only from multiple weeks and hours of searching and learning cause of curiosity and someone could fact check me but that’s what i interpreted the history as. Random rant over) Also the fact (and I’m pretty sure this is true in the newest version), she says “loved” most of the time. The past tense is important there, cause yeah maybe she did truly think she “loved” him. And he may have been the only one she ever “loved” but that cause she probably didn’t get a chance to love someone else (when Henry says it’s you, it’s you after all). This is just speculation though, I can’t assume what a 500 year old historical figure was truly feeling but a character in a show is different and ready for analysis. For that I say that maybe she did “love” him but it easily could have been out of fear or wanting to just deal with the cards dealt to her. But at the end she realizes where she wants her love to be directed towards, and that’s her son and in “Six” her new found family.

And fun fact about her part in “Six” (I kinda learned from something on tumblr but can’t remember who but either way here it is.) it’s 200% about the queens as her family, with her pun at the end being the main signifier of this. “You could perhaps call us the Tudor Von Trapps” is a reference to the Trapp Family Singers, an Austrian singing family (if you see the wiki for them, they are apparently the inspiration for sound of music, Neat!). So from that you would think “oh she’s talking about Henry and her kids with him having a band” but then she says “Just kidding! We’re called the Royalling Stones!”. A Rolling Stones references and they were made by friends forming a band, so that can be associated that the queens are said friends in this case but also part of family that has grown! Also Rolling Stones have a song called heart of stone, seriously this is the most clever joke Jane had during the show and it makes me, a pun/joke lover, very happy to see this be such a character trait that it’s in the damn description for her character for an auditioning sheet (check out Citadle Theather and Six the Musical in google, i think you’ll find it.)

Anyway sorry about this long ramble, it’s just that even though I totally can see how people view Jane as “weaker” in terms of some writing choices made, I still think there’s a lot to talk about with not just her current incarnation but also the other ones as well. I wish some changes werent made to her song, but she is a still strong character about the effects of emotional abuse and maternity. There’s nothing bad about talking about those things, your right that it doesn’t make her any less feminist. Anyway ramble over and I hope you have a lovely day :)

Hello hun!

Please don’t apologise for rambling! I’m always so interested in hearing other opinions on the queens and I love the opportunity to discuss any queen at any time! Frankly, I’m just impressed you got the whole essay into one message! Have they gotten rid of the character limit? Sorry, not relevant to the question.

(Also sorry for how long this took to answer! Uni happened sort of happened and I didn’t want to half ass my response to such a well thought out ask)

I adore the older versions of Heart of Stone, especially the student run version! I completely agree that Seymour feels so much more aware of her place in Henry’s life in the older versions. In the older version she knows she wasn’t Henry’s true love (even though she loved him) and she knows her worth is completely dependent on her ability to give Henry a son. She literally says “nothing lasts forever, I’ll fade away”. That is such a powerful statement and I wish that line was still in the song! I still think these themes are in the new version, but they’re nowhere near as explicit. Plus the character development in the student run feels much more explicit, with Seymour saying “soon I’ll have to go, I’ll never see you grow” instead of “him grow” in the new versions. She’s clearly speaking to Edward in the older version, so the last half of HOS in the old versions (at least in my eyes) is actually directly speaking to Edward and not Henry as many people think. I still think this is true for the new versions, illustrating Seymour’s character development as she breaks away from Henry and rather concentrates on her son, but again I don’t think it’s obvious in the new version. The older version just felt so much more powerful and I think it presented Seymour as much more as a victim than the newer version...which I argue is true! Seymour was as much of a victim as any other character in the show and I think she deserves more sympathy than the show gives her, and for as much as I love the newer versions of six, you can’t deny that Seymour is reduced to a joke for half of the show. The student version is such a genuine and earnest version of Seymour, and I can’t help but love her. It’s definitely a testament to the actresses from the student run that their characters are still on parr with professional versions of the show!

(Im so sorry I don’t feel like I’m adding anything to your analysis, but you’ve really summed up my feelings perfectly! )

Weirdly, I think that the student run and studio run play with the idea of having a “heart of stone” better than the modern version. I love the contrast between the material things that Henry can buy versus the natural world. Material things can fade, but the natural world (and Seymour’s love) transcends that. It’s a really nice use of juxtapostion in that song and I just don’t feel like the newer versions play with those images as much as the older version.

I do sort of get why they changed it (I think Seymour spends upwards of 10 just listing different objects, which is powerful in its own way but I do think audience members could get bored of those verses) but I wished they had still somehow managed to keep the theme that Seymour as explicit. I still think it’s there in the newer version of the song, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near as obvious as the older version. It would make HOS more like AYWD in a way, and that would be brilliant. Six shouldn’t be afraid to tackle different forms of abuse.

I personally can’t comment on the whole Anne Boleyn vs Jane Seymour thing because I just don’t know enough about the situation. However I don’t think any of the wives should be burdened with the blame of what happened to their predecessors. It wasn’t their fault.

Also I’d never thought of the tudor von trapps vs the royalling stones indicating that it was a found family rather than a blood family, but it’s actually such a neat little detail and I think it makes complete sense! I have always maintained that Seymour’s “family” doesn’t have to be related by blood. Found family is just as meanigful and as important as a bloof family, and Seymour finding her place with the other queens and calling them her family rather than Henry is very powerful in my opinion. I just don’t think the “my family’s grown” lime has to be as literal as people take it. Thanks for bringing that line to my attention though!

Seymour isn’t a “weak” character, both in term of the writing and in terms of character development. As much as I love the older versions of Seymour, I still like the new versions and appreciate that Toby and Lucy decided to allow Seymour to be a motherly character and have that be treated as an equally empowering thing as the other queens. Some women want to be mothers and that’s okay!

Anyway thank you so much for this ask my love! I really enjoyed thinking about Seymour (since she’s not a character I talk about a lot). Sorry again for taking so long to respond ❤️❤️❤️