#anyways ill just have some trust n see what happens. as one does in life. đ„Žđ
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#dating app diary#i match w someone i think is cool and then suddenly he doesnt message me after like a week of talking everyday n im like 'he hates me đ'#am i being clingy (ik the answer is yes dw. i also wouldnt actually say anything abt tht bc fr it could be any reason but yk. the Thoughts)#but fr i usually get so drained when my matches try talking to me too much but ive been like. eagerly waiting to talk/starting convos here#n we actually have shit in common too so ive been feeling pretty positive. which is why ik the Thoughts are stupid n dumb lol#but also ik theres a chance im not overthinking. ocd treatment has taught me to have a 'maybe maybe not' mentality afterall so like...#who knows...#anyways ill just have some trust n see what happens. as one does in life. đ„Žđ#wish me luck folx bc i kinda rly like this guy... at least enough to reaaaally wanna meet up n see how our chemistry is in person đđ#idk ignore me im just bein a bit Foolish ig#genuine thoughts tips or opinions ARE welcome btw#cryptic ramblings
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Canât even lie man Iâve been offline all day and i immediately went to your blog to read your takes on the session and Pearl n gem n co. after watching some wild life. Thanks for having the best takes lol
genuinely, itâs an honour. crazy to me that anyone would come to this blog for good takes, they never make any sense and iâm always suspiciously resentful towards c!scott. iâll take this opportunity to lay out my gempearl thoughts as well
first of all, it drives me insane the way pearl usually goes along with whatever scott and cleo says, but the only thing she consistently, and has repeatedly, contradicted them on is that sheâs been antagonising gem. in fact at the start of the session scott poked her about it again and she laid out a short monologue to assert that his claims were invalid. funnily enough she goes back on this a few seconds later saying that âiâll make her have a reason to hold that grudgeâ which honestly is not helping her case. however if gem can make vague threats about impulse i donât see why pearl canât do the same. womenâs wrongs and all that.
and then after that scott tells impulse and pearl to apologise to gem and joel. again, itâs a bit odd to me how they keep harping on this bit, but every time they do, all they do is scold impulse for rightfully constantly accusing gem over the cows, and then impulse apologises, yet pearl is still implicated (for NOTHING). pearl did protest this point earlier that she was âjust existingâ, scott counters that âi donât know what youâve done but youâve annoyed herâ, so âkeep your distanceâ.
and to think that the argument only happened because scott made a throwaway comment about a ârequestâ he had for pearl if she wanted a life from him. i feel like he meant it as a funny aside and expected pearl to just shut up and take it, but pearl never shuts up and takes it so thatâs the problem there.
also, on secret life: pearl argues that she was right to ally with scar, which like, okay, fair enough, but scott says that âit takes timeâ and that âlook weâre togetherâ iâm not sure why heâs under the perception that GGG is in anyway functional or healthy considering he himself is trashtalking impulse and pearl with gem geminitay (ok sorry iâm just salty over him being buddy buddy with gem). at one point cleo goes âwe have to be enablersâ (lowkey incorrect because pearl hasnât done anything, you canât enable someone to just do nothing, but i appreciate the sentiment) and pearl just starts. throwing eggs at the ground. really funny out of context.
now for the actual gempearl interaction (we get like one and a half per episode iâm actually starving). theyâre so obsessed with each other. trust me i said so. pearl beelining to gem to say âhi gem! :Dâ and gem beelining to pearl to punch her and say âgo home pearlâ oh they make me ill i feel like theyâre just constantly on each otherâs minds. the problem is that we havenât gotten a good gempearl interaction because when theyâre near each other their allies are also hanging around, so it always ends up with gem getting glazed by scott or pearl getting distracted by bigb or something like that. itâs such a pity because gem specifically went to find the 4Gsâ base but she went to the old one instead of the new one where pearl was hanging around so we could have potentially gotten a 1 on 1 shiny duo interaction this session (iâm not sure about the timeline there) but we DIDNâT because gemâs not talked to the 4Gs enough to know that they moved bases. grrr.
and then gem drops the anger for a bit to encourage pearl to kill grian. i have NO idea what thatâs about, i feel like sheâs just into bloodthirst in general but what it does remind me of is her trying to convince pearl to kill the ender dragon in SL, coincidentally, when pearl was impulseâs butler. and now sheâs encouraging pearl to carry out what impulse wants. i donât know. maybe her type is murderers and sheâs trying to give pearl a chance. or something
anyway as for the other half an interaction where gem finds etho pearl and cleo at her base, gem reverts back to loudly disparaging pearl within earshot. i feel like sheâs nailed âex who really wants you to know that youâre exesâ, and pearl getting so indignant about it she canât even form a sentence for a few seconds is great actually. might be a reach but whether on hermitcraft or life series, pearl tends to stumble over her words a lot when directly challenged by gem, which is probably just because sheâs thinking hard on what to say and is sleep deprived half the time. but i find it pretty telling that pearl doesnât say anything back to gem and just. leaves. itâs very obvious sheâs still down bad for gem in a way but gem is intentionally making it very hard for pearl to remain so.
last paragraph. when joel visits pearl at their new base, joel is happy that pearl called his build a car and said she liked it (pearl likes cars fork found in kitchen). so joel and pearl are on good terms, which i expect would lead to interesting dynamics but at the same time joel would definitely follow gemâs lead over maintain that friendship but still his perception of pearl now is positive. so thatâs intriguing
song of the day is down bad by taylor swift. trust me guys they want each other so bad
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Lethal tenmas induced mental illness attack. At some point I need to write up a long post on their relationship but for now take these lines with minimal commentary. attempt to figure out the points and connections Iâm making in my head if youâd like.
(Doll Festival at the Tenmas)
> Difference in how they describe Tsukasa bringing saki the dolls (saki focusing on him bringing them to her even though he got hurt, tsukasa focusing on how he failed and got the dolls dirty)
(Sakiâs Live with Memories card story)
> âw/out you I wouldnât have been able to deal w all the treatmentâ what if I died
> tsukasa trying to see from the brotherâs side, saki does the opposite. I donât think Tsukasa would do what the brother did in LwM but I think he can see where heâs coming from.
> thereâs a point I could make about the brother pulling back to encourage the sister to bond w her dadâs new family (wrt saki & L/N and tsukasa) but itâs more of a âit could be looked at an extreme version of what could happen/could have happenedâ situation & I donât trust tsukasa fans not to misread it and villainize saki. Bc the brother was in the wrong here but we all know how tsukasa fans treat the main story. Anyways.
(Toyaâs Doll Festival card story)
> most evil moment in the entire game I hate the writers.
> Sense of responsibility for her wellbeing happiness vs saki seeing that and trying to hide any sadness to prevent him (& her parents) from worrying.
(Tsukasaâs Doll Festival card story)
> saki guilt complex
> âthen itâll be dark and Iâll be aloneâ said by tsukasa as a kid in a flashback (saki is well aware that he is also struggling) (hence the guilt complex) (evil!)
(Tsukasaâs Dazzling Lights card story)
> autotuned baby crying.
(Tsukasaâs Twilight Musical Parade card story)
> no one wants to talk about saki & the guilt she feels about people doing things for her esp wrt tsukasa like. Look. Tsukasa does it happily. He would saw off his arm if she asked.
> But saki doesnât ask for that and that level of dedication to her happiness is something she feels she needs to repay (on some level). But he wonât let her because he doesnât think it needs to be repayed. Stalemate.
> all that to say I think âwas it all for meâ is such an insane line that goes so under recognized because nobody wants to analyze saki. Can you imagine how scary it would be to worry that the path a loved one is taking is entirely for you. You canât repay that. Itâs too much. Iâm tired but the point Iâm making is I think Saki wanted to know that he wasnât doing it all for her.
> Cut out tsukasaâs answer but I think âI was but that was only the beginning & now I am an insane freak about theatre itâs my lifeâ was a perfect answer. Turns it from a weight saki would feel into a gift saki gave him. You know.
Saki: I always kept how I really felt a secret to make sure you wouldnât worry about me.
Saki: I couldnât say what I really meant. I just smiled and nodded. Itâs no wonder that you didnât understand how I really felt, Tsukasa.
(Doll Festival at the Tenmas)
> as I said.
Tsukasa: However, Saki doesnât want anyone to worry about her. Not even her own family.
Tsukasa: So she tries to keep quiet about feeling unwell from anyone elseâŠ
(Ruiâs Twlight Musical Parade card story) (**EDIT Iâm a fraud itâs tsukasaâs not Ruiâs)
> as I said (p2)
Saki: TsukasaâŠ
Saki: (He took a day off from his part time job to stay home with me.)
Saki: (Thatâs one more person Iâve inconvenienced.)
(First Star After the Rain)
> saki guilt complex again. Foundational quote wrt her relationship w tsukasa.
> âthe complications of my illness are a burden on my loved ones that I can never pay backâ would love for colopale to challenge this (grabbing the writers by the neck and shaking them like a dog with a chew toy)
(Valentineâs Day Alliance)
Sheâs talking abt not relying on her friends here but this is p clearly a mindset that carries over to her relationship with her family.
Toya: Also, youâd never turn away a sick animal. Thereâs no way you could ever do anything cruel to someone with an illness.
(On the Stage of Dazzling Lights)
> said while saki is like 2 ft away. What this was my final straw colopale.
(On the Stage of Dazzling Lights)
> haha heâs like a dog (mocking so I donât feel sad)
> as Iâve talked abt before on other posts: her happiness is his happiness. His middle school sad era is because saki was suffering. People who make content abt this and make the angst way higher than it canonically is while literally ignoring saki is so insane to me. I feel like the joker.
Tsukasa: ⊠You did well, Hiro. Youâre officially the coolest big bro in the world right now.
Tsukasa: Thatâs why, even for just a little while, you should keep those tears on hold.
Tsukasa: Your friend and sister are watching.
Hiro: âŠ.sniffâŠ. Okay!
Tsukasa: Alright! Now go out there with your head held high!
Tsukasa: (âWeird faceâ, huh?)
Tsukasa: (Maybe Meg has never seen that kind of face before since sheâs his little sister.)
(Tsukasaâs fragment sekai card story - TL Tsukasaâs #3 Fan)
> they could never make me hate this card peak tsukasa peak tsukasa peak tsukasa. Itâs peak.
> âmaybe sheâs never seen it before because sheâs his little sisterâ Iâm going to kill him with my own two hands.
#lalalalala (I have at least 20 more screenshots that wouldnât fit)#I believe I read every single one of their interactions again today. for funsies.#mine#tsukasa#saki#tenmas#there are so many peak moments⊠wanted to make a comp but that would be. way too much.#mental unwellness is what this is. profound mental unwellness.#unfortunately a long essay would favor tsukasa bc 1) wxs bias 2) he wonât shut up about saki 3) I donât want to hunt thru every l/n story#to find every instance of saki mentioning tsukasa because i know itâs less frequent and it would be a lot of effort for little reward#analysis
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@inlife : how does he (if he does) manage his symptoms come blank verse (me pretending he doesnt die becos itachi shouldnt have died x)!!! does he seek psychiatric n therapeutic help eventually! does he share this part of his life w the people around him/his close ones so theyre more informed !
thank u for having such a huge brain and asking abt the itachi survives au ;_;
I LOVE THIS QUESTION bc it puts a strong sense of reality on the topic and how people deal with this in modern day etc. so thank u <3 i DO like to think he does still experience episodes in which hallucinations and even delusions can morph into his sense of reality & times when he delves back into his sense of villainy and that becomes his reality for a time. i think that it might take some time for him to truly establish that these are indeed illnesses in which he can seek treatment tbh. like i think at first he believes he is condemned to experience this turmoil for all of the atrocities he's committed and that it's almost something he feels he deserves (which of course is not true) but at the same time, can feel resentful (at his life, the way things happened, the universe, mostly himself) though he would never allow anyone to see that type of resentment. he feels a lot of guilt surrounding that type of feeling since it contradicts a lot of his other beliefs.
ANYWAYS I THINK he does eventually seek help, but only when he starts rebuilding relationships & he can tell this part of him begins to not only affect himself, but the people he cares about. i want to develop more a journey with it for him through, where he goes from doing it for other people, to doing it for himself because he genuinely thinks he deserves a shot at life. it just... is definitely a journey and will take a long time for him to get to that point. that being said i think he'd be receptive to trying out medications and figuring out which ones work best for him (which is not always a journey of Ease, especially when it comes to psychotic disorders)
n i think in terms of proper therapy he'd feel very exposed and ashamed , so it would take awhile to find the right type of person to be able to fit with him in that regard? he's not very trusting and is generally pretty closed off and reserved, and that nature doesn't change much going into blank verse, as that has just always been his sort of personality. i think once he realizes how much he can say tho, and learns to trust the right person, he'll realize how much they/other people can truly help him in his journey to recovery.
IN REGARDS TO HIM SHARING IT W THE PPL IN HIS LIFE... that. is rlly hard for him :) haha but i wanna say he does eventually, probably with the help of therapy, after he's attended for some time, and after learning more about it himself. after all, it's very hard to describe what goes on in your head to people when you can hardly understand it yourself. i'm sure therapy would be very mind opening for him when it comes to learning about himself and even others.
neways i was gonna write like a paragraph bUT UHHH... :')
#inlife#coffee stains / shifting vibes / bitter taste * ooc#bruised knuckles / bloodshot eyes / fearlessness * headcanon#[ i need a tag for that au but until i make one this one is riding on whatever ]#[ ty for ur curiosity im emotional abt th ]
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can i request a fic with stefan where the reader loses her memories (like stefan did in s5) so stefan takes her out to all the places that are special to their relationship and he tells her all about how they used to date and how she loved him and all and then at the end she kisses him â€ïž
if not that's okay! have a good day and make sure to drink some water â€ïžâ€ïž
okay ill be honest i dont remember anything of tvd from season 4 and on bc it was just so boring to me but YES I CAN DK THIS. and thank you! i hope you have a good day, and hydrate too <33 mwah!
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warnings / includes - mild language, crying, sad stefan, kissing, eating and food, talk about sex. oh and youre a vampire and grew up w stefan and damon :)) and youâve been dating stefan ever since you two turned into vampires and you two have been married for 50 years! (yay) . not really edited
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âcanât you just do your voodoo magic and fix her?â
âthatâs not how it works, damon.â
âwell, it works whenever elena needs it. just admit it, you donât like y/n.â
âi do! this is just more complicated -â
âbullshit! i know you donât know her very well, but weâve known her since she was born. sheâs my best friend and the love of my brotherâs life, who, by the way, is about to go into a frenzy if you donât fix her!â
âiâm trying! but whatever those travelerâs did, i donât think i can reverse it.â
âargh!â damon growled, putting his hands under a table and ripping it up.
âokay, you need to calm down,â bonnie said. âthrowing a fit wonât help.â
âwell, i canât just stand here and watch her die!â
âsheâs not dying, sheâs just asleep. the doctor said she will wake up soon.â
âoh, as if the doctor knows anything,â damon muttered.
âshe actually knows a lot, and weâll give her the treatments the doctor recommends before we try any magic.â
damon sighed, running his hands over his face. he looked over to you, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. he walked over to you, holding your hand in his.
âplease wake up, y/n. please.â
it seemed as damonâs wishes were granted. your eyes fluttered open, a soft groan filled your throat as you tried to move your head back and forth. you peered at bonnie and damon, brows furrowing.
âwho are you? and why-why are you holding my hand? get away from me!â you hissed, barring your fangs.
âwell, she definitely knows she a vampire,â damon muttered.
bonnie ignored him, coming over to you tentatively. âhey, y/n. do you know who i am?â
âno. i-i want to go home. where am i? why-why does this look so strange? hospitals at home donât look like this,â you gasped as you looked around your room.
âis she still stuck in the 1800s?â bonnie asked.
âletâs see. uh, y/n, whatâs the date?â damon asked.
â1866, right?â you guessed.
âoh, shit,â damon muttered.
âwhatâs wrong?â you frowned. ây/n, youâre in the 21st century. itâs 2013,â bonnie explained.
your eyes bugged out of your head. âwhat? how-how can this be? youâre lying! youâre some witch! katherine warned me that you would try to trick me. who are you with? wha-what do you want from me?!â
âokay, crazy pants,â damon sighed. âdo you know who i am?â he asked.
you took a good, hard look. âyou look familiar⊠like youâre from a dream.â
âgood, good, but do you know my name?â
your brain scrambled for the answer, but it all came up was blank.
âno, iâm sorry.â
âwell, crap,â damon muttered. âwhat if we get stefan? heâs been her boyfriend for like, a hundred and fifty years. plus, theyâve been married for 50. sheâs got to remember him,â bonnie suggested.
âyeah, okay,â damon nodded. âgo and get him. iâll stay with her.â
âwhy donât i stay with her, and you go get stefan. you might irritate her enough to make her snap your neck,â bonnie snorted.
âfine. iâll be back in a second. try to use your powers on her,â damon asked.
âno. now go,â bonnie shooed away damon.
he left, zooming through the halls to go and find his brother. meanwhile, bonnie went to sit next to you, taking your hand in hers.
âwhat are you doing. i said donât touch me,â you hissed.
âwhat is your name?â bonnie asked.
ây/n,â you said. âwhatâs your full name?â she asked.
ây/n l/n,â you answered. âwhy are you asking me this? do you think i do not know my name?â
âno, no. i justâŠâ bonnie sighed. âwhatâs your motherâs name?â
âlouise,â you said. âand your fatherâs?â bonnie asked.
âmartin. and before you ask, my sister and brotherâs names are anna and christopher. are you studying me or something? oh, my⊠i-i swear iâm not dangerous. i donât feed on people. not usually, anyways. please, spare me. if you want a real vampire, catch katherine pierce. her real name is katerina petrova. or klaus mikaelson, his whole family needs to be killed. please, i -â
âiâm not going to kill you. no one is going to kill you. and katherine is already dead,â bonnie explained.
âoh, really? well, then ignore what i said about her."
bonnie smiled a little. âitâs alright. do you remember anything thatâs happened in the last 24 hours?â
âno, iâm sorry. i must ask again, where am i?â you questioned.
âwell, youâre in 2013. about one hundred and forty-nine years from when you were turned into a vampire. that man who was here is damon salvatore. heâs been your best friend ever since you were born. you grew up together, and he turned you into a vampire. iâm bonnie bennett. i am⊠i have a sort of friendship with damon. iâm a witch from the bennett line. i am here to help you. weâre friends, too, actually.â
âoh,â you pursed your lips. âiâm sorry i donât remember you. i think i remember one of your family members, though⊠emma, ella, em-â
âemily, yeah,â bonnie smiled. âwell, itâs good to know iâm in good company,â you sighed.
âyes, you are. oh, and thereâs one more person i forgot to mention. heâs damonâs brother, stefan. heâs your -â
ây/n!â
your head snapped to the door. a handsome young man stepped into the room, worrying filing his features.
âhello?â you frowned.
âitâs me, stefan. youâre husband,â the man said.
your eyes widened. âi-i- excuse me? my husband? i didnât know i was-â your breath hitched as you saw the ring on your finger. it was a beautiful silver ring with a blue jewel in the middle, stefan and your name carved in the middle of it.
âoh,â you gasped.
âdo you remember me?â he asked, coming closer to you.
you looked back up at him, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember. you shook your head in disappointment. âno, iâm sorry. i wish i could. what happened to me that i canât remember my own husband?"
âtravelers took your memory,â bonnie answered. âtravelers? l-like the evil witches?â you guessed.
âyes, precisely,â bonnie nodded.
âwell, can you get back my memories? youâre a witch, right?â you asked her.
âexactly! thatâs what i was saying. iâm so glad someone gets it!â damon exclaimed.
âi-iâm sorry, who are you again?â you frowned. âdamon. iâm damon salvatore. the best salvatore, and your best friend,â he grinned.
âoh, right - damon. and youâre uh, youâre bonnie, correct?â you turned to the brunette.
âi am,â bonnie nodded.
âand youâreâŠâ you turned to stefan.
hope was shining in his dazzling green eyes. his lips were pulled into a frown, his brows furrowed as tears clouded his eyes.
âyouâre stefan! my, uh, my husband whom i canât remember. iâm so sorry, again.â
âitâs okay,â he sighed. âyou just woke up. youâll probably remember later.â
âyes,â you nodded, âthatâs probably it.â
just then, the doctor came in. she checked you out, telling you that you had to stay in the hospital one more night before you could be discharged. after she left, damon, bonnie, and stefan made up a plan.
âi canât just put her memories back. i donât have any access to them,â bonnie said.
âcanât you just pull them out of the air or something?â damon asked.
âmagic doesnât work like that, damon,â bonnie glared.
âwhat if we take her to all her favorite places? places sheâs been to lots of times,â stefan suggested.
âyes! that is a great idea, except for the fact that she thinks sheâs in the 1800s and most things that were there have been torn down or rebuilt!â damon seethed.
âwell, then what else are we supposed to do, damon! we canât just sit here and hope that her memories will come back. what if they never do!â stefan yelled.
âshut up you two! youâre scaring her!â bonnie hit both of them, then pointing to you.
both of the salvatoreâs face softened as they saw your eyes wide with fear.
âlook, she doesnât know you two yet. she doesnât trust you two. she literally thought we were going to capture her for being a vampire. we need to just take it easy and gain her trust, which wonât be hard, i hope. but i think that stefanâs idea is great. and stefan, you should be the one to do it. you deserve to build the strongest bond with her and to spend the most time with her,â bonnie explained.
stefan smiled at her gratefully. âthank you, bonnie.â
âof course, stefan,â she smiled back at him.
âwhat about me! i was her friend before you were even born!â damon poked stefan.
âshe was literally a baby, damon. she didnât even know who you were,â stefan scoffed.
âoh, she did. and she loved playing peek-a-boo with me,â damon huffed.
âwell, iâve been her actual best friend just a few months after she was born. youâve been like the brother sheâs never had,â stefan stated.
âsame difference.â damon rolled his eyes.
âb-bonnie?â you stammered.
âyeah, what do you need?â bonnie came over to you immediately.
âum, i need to use the bathroom.â you whispered.
âoh, yeah, of course. gentlemen, please exit the room.â bonnie said to the two men.
âalright. hey, y/n, you hungry? we can get you something to eat,â damon asked.
âyes. iâm famished, honestly. um, can i have some meatloaf, please? with some wine?â you requested.
âum, y/n, iâm afraid to inform you that -â damon started, but stefan cut him off.
âweâll see what we can find,â stefan said.
âthank you⊠stefan, was it?â you guessed.
âyeah. itâs stefan,â he smiled. âokay, câmon, lover boy. the lady needs to use the restroom,â damon grabbed stefan, dragging him out of your room and shutting the door.
bonnie then helped you out of the bed and into the restroom, waiting behind the door until you called for help.
âthank you so much. your kindness is very much appreciated.â you smiled at her as she helped you back to bed.
âitâs not a problem.â bonnie sighed with a smile.
âwill you be able to get my memories back?â you asked.
âum⊠no. not right now, iâm sorry,â bonnie frowned.
âoh, well, itâs alright. maybe itâs for the better. i canât imagine all the horrible things i must have done to you and your friends,â you laughed sourly.
âwhat do you mean?â bonnie asked.
âwell, i⊠i overheard you a little when i was waking up. damon said that you didnât like me much. i donât blame you, i mean, i can be crass and judgmental, but iâve changed over the years. i-i think, at least. otherwise i suppose i would be dead from those travelers now. no one wants to help a horrible person,â you explained.
âwell, youâre not horrible, at all. for someone who has been with damon for like, almost two hundred years, youâre very kind. youâre also very funny and you try to help people the best you can.â
âoh, thank you,â you smiled shyly. âum⊠what do you mean about being with damon?â
âoh, heâs just um⊠not my favorite person to be around is all. youâll see,â bonnie chuckled.
âi think i have, a little,â you giggled. âbut he seems to care a lot about me. i suppose heâs known me since iâve been born.â
âno, he does. honestly, like stefan said earlier, damon is the older brother you never bad.â
âand stefan, he is supposed to be my best friend and lover?â
bonnie smiled, âyes.â
âcan you tell me about stefan? do-do you know him well?â you asked.
âi do, actually. heâs so kind, always wanting to help people and be the best. i swear, he works himself to death trying to be the hero. heâs very level-headed and extremely smart. heâs more mellow than damon, definitely, but he has his funny, savage moments. heâs dealt with a lot of pain in his years, and youâve been there to experience it all. in fact, he always tells us how you are his light. itâs really sweet. i wish someone talked about me like that.â
heat crept up your neck and you couldnât help but smile. âwell, i understand why i fell in love with him, then.â
bonnie chuckled, âyeah, heâs a great guy. heâs probably more rough around the edges now than he used to be, though.â
âwell, thatâs what happens when youâve lived for so long,â you chuckled. âi personally think iâve softened over the years. i remember when i was a little girl, i used to be so quick and temperamental. my mother always tried to reprimand me, but i had a mind of my own, i guess. or thatâs what my father used to say. now that i think about it, i think stefan is the reason why i have changed. heâs seemed to rub off on me.â
âwait, are you starting to get your memory back?â bonnie asked, getting excited.
âno, iâm afraid not. well, not of current things. i just am remembering things about myself. i still donât remember damon or stefan,â you frowned
âoh, well, itâs okay. you only woke up an hour ago. weâll give it time.â bonnie patted your arm.
âthank you. you must forgive me, iâve always had a horrible memory. and now with mine taken away, i probably will be a burden.â
âno, no,â bonnie shook her head. âplease, youâre our friend. iâm sorry if damon made it seem like i donât like you, but i do. we just donât spend time with each other that much, but we definitely will now.â
âi hope you donât mind it, then.â
âi definitely donât, donât worry.â
you two sat in a comfortable silence, stefan and damon coming back only a few minutes later.
âso, you canât have any wine, so we got you the next best thing: grape juice. and we also didnât find any meatloaf, but we did find some spaghetti and meatballs,â damon said, setting it all down on the table.
âoh, thank you two so much.â you smiled. you began to get up, your feet slipping suddenly.
stefan rushed to catch you, his hands going under your arms. your eyes met his immediately, your breath getting caught in your lungs. you fell into a sort of a daze as he lifted you back up on your feet.
âmy, youâre handsome,â you muttered.
âthank you. youâre beautiful,â stefan smiled.
your jaw fell open, your eyes widening. âo-oh. did i say that out loud? i am so sorry -â
âno, itâs okay. it was really nice to hear that,â he assured you.
âalright, thank you,â you smiled. âof course. my pleasure.â he let go of you, pulling out a chair.
âso, i say we compel the doctor to let you go home now so we can get this show on the road!â damon announced.
âno, they need to monitor her-â
âsheâs a freaking vampire, bonnie!â damon exclaimed in a hushed whisper. he then turned to you. âyou feel fine, right?â
âyes. a lot better now that iâve eaten,â you answered.
damon grinned, clapping his hands. âsee? sheâs fine. i say we get her into her room and let her sleep in her bed.â
âdamon, thatâs not-â
âexcuse me,â you interrupted stefan, peering at him through your eyes. âif you donât mind me interjecting, iâd quite like to go home. and damon is right, i am a vampire so besides my memories, my body has healed me completely.â
stefan looked at you for a few moments, sighing before talking again. âyeah, that makes sense. are you sure youâre okay to go home? i mean, you almost slipped -â
âi am okay, stefan,â you smiled. âthese floors are quite slippery with these socks on.â you moved your feet to show them.
âright,â he nodded. âokay, well, damon? i assume i can trust you to compel the doctors?â
âon it!â damon grinned, rushing out the door.
âis he always this eager to help?â you asked. âonly when it comes to you,â stefan chuckled.
âwell, i suppose thatâs okay, for now,â you hummed.
âyes. you are our first priority,â stefan smiled.
âoh, please donât let me ruin your daily routine. like you said, damon likes helping me. he seems to not have anything important to do, anyways, no offense.â you lowered your head sheepishly. âbut he can help me while you two go to school and such. do you go to high school still?â
âno, we donât. well, stefan doesnât, anyways,â bonnie chuckled. âiâm going to college in the fall.â
âoh, thatâs wonderful! i see the women have made lots of improvements. what are you going to study?â you asked.
âresearch and analysis. itâs not really a study, but thatâs what iâm majoring in.â
âwow, you must be so smart, then. good for you. i wish i went to college,â you frowned slightly. â
âyou did,â stefan spoke up. âoh? what did i study?â you perked up.
âliterature. you went around the world teaching english and literature. part of it was to fit in as a human, but another part was because you always had a passion for it.â
âsounds like me,â you smiled. âi loved reading so much. i remember my mother had to hide my books for when we ate dinner.â
âwoah, youâre remembering things now?â damon walked into the toom
ânot really. iâm only remembering things about myself and my family.â
âdamn,â damon muttered. âitâs alright,â stefan said. âanyways, we good to go?â
âindeed we are. letâs roll,â damon said.
stefan helped you out of your seat. you took out your IV, damon rushing you to his car.
âwow. this is beautiful,â you admired his chevy.
âi know! sheâs my pride and joy.â damon sighed happily as he opened the door for you.
âthank you,â you smiled at him. he returned the smile, getting into the passenger seat.
âiâll drive her home, i-â
âactually, can stefan drive me? iâd like to get to know him more. he is my husband, after all,â you said.
stefanâs chest swelled with happiness, his lips upturning into a bright smile.
âi suppose. donât total my car,â damon warned stefan.
âno promises,â stefan smirked, getting in the driverâs seat. âyou know iâm kidding, right? i wonât crash the car.â
âi know, donât worry,â you smiled. âgreat,â stefan breathed out as he started the car.
âthis is amazing technology. so much faster than the horses.â
âyep. itâs amazing how far weâve come.â
you nodded, turning your head to look at him. you looked down at his left hand, smiling a little as you saw a silver wedding band.
âhow long have we been married for?â you asked.
â50 years. 51 this summer,â he answered. âhow long did we date for?â you asked.
âwell, we actually didnât date until we turned vampires. as you probably know, your emotions are heightened once you turn. and our crushes on each other were just too much to ignore, we started dating. we helped each other out a lot, you helped more than me. i mean, i-i was a wreck. with katherine turning us into vampires and all, me killing my dad, damon abandoning me. you were the only person who stuck by me. you know, you were, and still are, my light,â he explained.
you grinned, âbonnie told me that thatâs what you call me.â
âah, sheâs told you about me, then. what did she say?â he asked.
âwell, she said that youâre very kind and are always wanting to help people. she also said that you are smart and serious, but that you have your breaking moments. she also said that you have experienced a lot of pain. i am sorry to hear that,â you frowned.
âbonnie is very kind. too kind, actually.â
âoh, donât say that. i happen to think itâs all true. just from what iâve seen today.â
âthank you. iâm glad iâve made a good impression.â
âwell, you are my husband, so i would think that what bonnie said is true.â
âmakes sense,â he nodded. âso, where do i live? with you, i presume?â you questioned.
âyes, and with damon. we live in the salvatore boarding house. it was built for uh, well, boarding in mystic falls.â
âdo we have separate rooms?â you asked.
âu-um, no. but, if youâre not comfortable with that, there are plenty of spare rooms-"
"no," you said quickly.
stefan glanced at you, eyes wide in surprise. you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.
"u-um, what i mean is that it is okay. i'll get to know your quicker if we share a room. just um, let me have my privacy?" you requested.
"of course, of course," he nodded. "lovely," you exhaled deeply.
you looked out of your window, observing all the people walking around town square.
"so much has changed," you said, a little nostalgic.
"i know, it's crazy," stefan laughed. "but, i'll take you to all the old places we used to go, and the new ones you have gown accustomed to."
"sounds like a deal. you know, i'm excited. is that um⊠strange that i am so lively after having just woken up from my memories being taken away?" you chuckled a little.
"no, no, not at all. you were always really happy and upbeat, even on the darkest days. that's one of the reasons why i fell in love with you. you may not believe this, but, i'm kind of a debby-downer. you keep it light and fun, much like damon, actually. seems as though all that time you spent with him, as young as you were, you developed someone his behaviour."
"is that a bad thing? bonnie insinuated that damon isn't a good guy," you frowned.
"no, no. you're different. you pick and choose when to be a little um⊠eccentric. damon just says whatever comes out of his mouth, no matter what the situation is."
"i suppose that's another reason why you love me?" you grinned. "yes, you suppose right," he nodded.
"is this the boarding house?" you pointed to the mansion stefan was pulling in to.
"yes, it is. and, you can call it your home. that's what it is," stefan said.
"alright. it's beautiful." you admired the front.
"it's even better inside. especially our bedroom. you really know how to decorate." he got out of the car, opening the door for you.
"you're very chivalrous. i like it," you giggled. "well, anything for my girl," he flashed a warm smile.
your stomach flipped suddenly, a similar feeling to your heart hammering in your chest awakened. if your heart was still alive, then you it would be palpitating and ramming into your ribcage. you smiled back at him, getting out of the car.
you two walked together to the front, stefan opening the door without unlocking it.
"do we always keep the door unlocked?" you asked. "yeah. you know, the only people we are really worried about are vampires and well, you can't get in unless you invite them in," he answered.
"oh, right. well, that's nice. we don't have to worry so much about security," you said as you stepped inside.
he nodded in agreement, closing the door behind him once you two went inside.
"wow. you're right, it is better inside," you gasped. "mmhm. so, let me show you around. this is the grand study. it was mostly used by our nephew zach, but damon killed him as soon as he got here," stefan sighed.
"o-oh. and damon is supposed to be my best friend?"
"he's better than that, don't worry. you'll see, you'll remember," stefan patted your back.
"alright," you nodded. "anyways, right here is the library's and just out here is the grand hall. here is the dining room and the living room. back there is the kitchen, and next to it is the hearth room." stefan walked you around the house.
"it's amazing. wow, and to think this is my home," you laughed. "yep, all yours," stefan smiled as he heard your laugh.
he admired you as you walked through the living room, feeling around the bookshelves and the furniture. he missed this, seeing you back at home. before you woke up in the hospital, you had been kidnapped and tortured for two weeks before the travelers dumped you in the backyard of your house. after that, stefan rushed you to the hospital and about a day later you were awake. and now here you were, making yourself at home again. you looked so pretty in the setting sunlight. stefan almost wanted to cry at the relief of finally having you home.
"show me the upstairs?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"yeah, yeah, of course," he nodded. he reached his hand out to you, you taking it graciously.
you both smiled at each other, stefan leading you up the stairs.
"so, up here is damon's room. that's where elena, his girlfriend, and him usually are. they have so much sex, you won't be able to get much rest here," stefan snorted.
"i'll make sure to wear my earplugs," you giggled.
stefan smiled at you, walking you to the next rooms. "these are the baths. and right here is our room. every other room up here is a guest room, but uh, this is the main event, i suppose." he opened the bedroom door, letting you peer inside of it.
he was right, you were a great decorator.
the room had green walls, bookshelves on the walls, and a few plants here and there. there was a big bed in the middle with gray sheets, pictures of the two of you hanging above the bed frame. there was a desk and chair in the middle of the room, books and papers strewn all over the desk top. there were picture of you two all over the walls, making you smile whilst also crying.
"what's wrong?" stefan rushed to you.
"oh, it's nothing. i justâŠ" you sighed, turning to him. "these pictures are so lovely. i-i wish i could remember these events."
stefan took your hand in his, giving you a small smile. "don't worry about it. it's not your fault that you can remember.â
"right," you nodded, still disappointed in yourself.
"why don't we go and walk around town? maybe that'll help get your memories back," stefan suggested.
"that sounds fun, but i don't think walking around will reverse dark magic," you joked.
stefan chuckled, nodding in agreement. "you're right, but, you're starting to remember your own childhood. we don't know what the travelers took from you, so maybe they didn't take the memories of you and i. you might just have amnesia."
"i'd love to do anything to try and remember," you said. "me, too. before we go, do you want to change clothes? you've had these clothes on for two weeks," stefan gestured to your ripped shirt and dirty jeans.
"oh, yes. i didn't even realise i was wearing these." you looked down at your legs, eyes widening at the fact you were wearing pants. "when did they invent these?"
"1873, but women still couldn't wear them until the 19th century. and even then, women didn't wear them as regular clothing until the mid-20th century," he explained.
âwell, iâm glad that iâve stayed alive this long to be able to wear these. what are they called again?â you asked.
âjeans,â stefan answered. he walked over to your closet, opening it and presenting all your clothes. âand you have lots of jeans. so, go ahead and get changed into whatever. if you want to shower then go ahead, the bathroom is to the right.â
you nodded, âthank you. iâll be done in a few minutes.â
âno problem. take your time,â he smiled.
you returned the expression, watching him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
you went to your closet, running your hands over your clothes. you had lots of grey, purple, and blue shirts. you saw lots of ripped jeans, some were their regular blue and others were white or black. you chose a light purple, short- sleeved shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans. you found a pair of black panties and a black bra to match.
you went into the bathroom, turning the shower on and undressing. you put your dirty clothes in a near pile on the floor as you didnât know where the hamper was. you set your clean clothes onto the bathroom sink, jumping into the shower.
the hot water felt so good, it was hard to get out, but you didnât want to keep stefan waiting too long. you dried off quickly, looking at yourself in the mirror after you got dressed. you didnât realize, but you were very dirty and tired-looking before showering. you looked better now. more awake, clean, and pretty.
you didnât bother putting on makeup, not even knowing where you kept it. you went downstairs, finding stefan in the living room reading a book.
âi am ready,â you announced.
stefan looked up, jaw dropping as he looked over you.
âyou look gorgeous,â he spoke.
you smiled shyly, lowering your head in bashfulness. âthank you. itâs not much, just a comfortable outfit.â
âdoesnât matter. you look amazing,â he shrugged.
âthank you, again.â
âof course,â he smiled. ïżœïżœletâs go ahead and go, yeah?â
you nodded, slipping on your shoes as you followed him out to the garage. you got into stefanâs car, driving back to town square.
âa lot of places have been built or torn down. iâm going to take you to the places we used to go to in this century, then go to the places from long ago that have been torn down,â he explained.
âsounds good,â you nodded.
he parked next to the strip mall, getting out and opening the door for you.
âare men still as chivalrous as you?â you jumped out of the car.
âno, not at all, but i like to be known as a gentleman. it sets a good first impression,â he answered.
âthatâs sad,â you frowned. âit is. honestly, most guys nowadays are jerks and are selfish. no one teaches kindness anymore,â he sighed.
âwell, iâm thankful i chose a man who still cares about those things. it really reflects on what kind of man you are.â
âi agree,â stefan nodded.
you two walked onto the side walk, stefan lacing your fingers together and guiding you into a store.
âthis is your favorite store in the whole
town square. you always rave about the good deals and iâve bought you lots of jewelry here,â he explained.
you hummed in reply, looking over the store. âitâs quaint. i see how it would appeal to me.â
âyeah, this store is the most popular one here, iâm pretty sure.â
âthe owner must be rich, then.â
âprobably is,â stefan nodded.
he then led you out of the store, explaining all the other stores and restaurants in the town square before stopping and showing you a specific place you liked.
âthis is the grill, the most popular restaurant here. you and caroline, who you have yet to meet, love to sing karaoke here. you and bonnie and elena, who again, you have yet to meet, play pool here and get tipsy on the weekend.â
âwhat is karaoke and pool?â you questioned.
âkaraoke is when you pick a song you like, and you sing it with a friend, or sometimes yourself. a lot of bars have karaoke, and some restaurants do, like this one. itâs just a fun activity for drunk people, honestly. and pool
is this game over there. you see those people
shooting the balls with the sticks?â he pointed across the room.
you studied them, seeing as they would curse in disappeared, or jump and clap in happiness.
âyes, it looks fun.â
âit is, and youâre quite good at it. maybe tomorrow you can meet everyone else and iâll teach you how to play,â he suggested.
âi would like that very much,â you smiled.
âme, too,â he smiled back. âare you hungry? we can take a break from walking and get something to eat.â
âmy stomach does ache a little. what kind of food do they have here?â
âburgers, fries, salad. classic american stuff, basically. i can order what you usually do.â
âsure, but iâm afraid to tell you that i have no money,â you sighed.
âitâs not a problem. this is my treat. plus, we have a joint bank account so, it doesnât really matter who pays.ââ
âwow, thatâs nice.â
âit definitely is.â
stefan then led you to a small booth, ordering immediately once the waiter came.
âtell me more about yourself,â you prompted.
stefan stared at you, not expecting you to want to know about him. it wasnât completely surprising, but you just seemed a lot more interested in the town than him. he was happy that you asked, though. it reassured him that you two had a chance, even if you two had to rebuilt your relationship.
âokay, well, my birthday is november 1st, 1846. my favorite color is blue, my favorite type of alcohol is bourbon, but i do like a glass of whiskey every once in a while. one of my best friends was lexi branson. she was also your friend, too, but damon killed her for absolutely no reason.â
âoh, my - i am so sorry, stefan,â you gasped. âoh, itâs alright. damon has uh, since proved himself to be better⊠unfortunately,â stefan sighed.
you put your hand on his, looking him in the eyes.
âitâs not alright, stefan. i know you say damon is a lot better than people say, and that he has proven himself better, but that doesnât justify what he did. iâm so sorry you lost lexi. i understand what it is it like to lose someone so close to you. iâm sure you remember, but i lost christopher only a few years after we became vampires. i donât remember all of it, but i do remember terrorizing a whole village because of the anger and depression i felt. iâm sure lexi was an amazing young woman. one day, i would love it if you told me more about her.â
stefan smiled at you gratefully, eyes prickling with tears. âthank you, y/n. it means a lot to me. and yes, iâd love to tell you about her.â
âfantastic.â you squeezed his hand for support, the gesture warming his chest. âanyways, go on,â you said, keeping your hand on his.
âalright. well, i love i love lucy, which is a â50s sitcom that, funnily enough, you hated,â he chuckled.
âwhat is a sitcom and why did i hate it?â your brows knitted together in confusion.
âwell, a sitcom is a comedy tv show. and a tv show is content that is broadcasted onto something that is called a television, which was the big black screen in the living room of our house. sitcom is a type of tv show. there are sitcoms, dramas, romance, horror, and lots of others. a lot of these genres bleed together, much like books. and as for why you hated the show, you just thought it was annoying because i would watch it all the time.â
âwell, i do have a short temperament, so that explains it, i suppose. that tv show thing is a little confusing. can you show me how it works when we get home?â
âyes, of course. i can show you your favorite tv shows and movies,â he nodded eagerly.
âlovely,â you smiled at his enthusiasm. âso, what else do you like?â
âwell, i am a fan of scorcese, who is a famous tv director. he directed taxi driver, which is a film i am a fan of. i love to cook, and iâm quite good at it, if i do say so myself. um, letâs see⊠what else is thereâŠâ he trailed off, looking at the table as he thought. âi am a bit or a hoarder, as you probably could see in our room. i enjoy any and all types of music, i have a rose tattoo on my right shoulder, and i am a scorpio, if that means anything to do.â
he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears turning pink as he realized you were staring and smiling at him the whole time.
âwhyâre you looking at me like that?â he asked.
âitâs just nice hearing all these things about you. i can piece together who you are, who the man i am married to is. itâs obvious you donât open up to people a lot, and i appreciate you doing that with me,â you explained.
âoh, well, itâs no problem. youâll remember all these things, anyways. but this is just surface level stuff, nothing special.â
âi think it is special and important. now that i know you a little better, iâm able to talk to you more and be more comfortable.â
âmm, thatâs true,â he nodded.
you gave him a small smile, your food then arriving.
âwow, this is a lot,â you chuckled, looking at the cheeseburger and fries.
âitâs really good, too,â stefan said.
âhow do i eat this?â you asked. âpick it up in your hands and take a bite, like this.â stefan took a bite of his burger and fries.
you followed in suit, groaning in pleasure.
âmy, they never had this food at home. this is delicious.â
âi know, right? so glad america stopped the wine and beef soup at dinner.â
you giggled, nodding in agreement. you two ate in silence, stefan paying before you two left.
âdo you want to continue going around town, or are you tired?â stefan asked.
âi want to continue,â you stated.
âalright. time to go to all the torn down places now,â he sighed, walking you back to his car.
you two drove a little ways away from town square, finding yourselves at the cemetery.
âare anna, christoper, and my mother buried here?â you asked.
âyes, they are. do you want to see their graves?â stefan asked.
you sat in the car for a few moments, holding your seatbelt in thought. you shook your head as an answer.
âno, i would hate to put a damper on this lovely evening.â
âoh, well, itâs okay. you always manage to make things bright and happy, even when weâre visiting the cemetery, but if you really donât want to, then iâll take you to the salvatore estate, and where your house was located.â
âmm, i am sure. we can visit some other time,â you smiled.
he returned the expression. âalright.â he got out, going to open the door for you, but you had already jumped out.
âsorry, i um, wanted to see how the door works,â you admitted sheepishly.
stefan grinned, finding your curiosity adorable. âno worries. ready to go?â
âindeed i am,â you nodded.
you took the initiative and laced your fingers with his. stefan glanced at you, his chest swelling with joy. it was almost like old times.
âso, where is the salvatore estate?â you asked.
âitâs just a mile into the woods. thereâs only a singular pillar there because it got torn down, but the pillar marks the spot where the house stood.â
âwhy did it get torn down? it was such a beautiful home. surely someone from these days would want to live in it,â you frowned.
âyouâd think that, but i guess folks these days want something more modern. but, wait, do you remember my house?â hope filled his eyes, carrying all the way through his voice.
âi think i do. it seems⊠familiar in my mind. i remember the front of the house, the beautiful entrance and the pretty rose bushes, the steps that led up to the door. i remember a room⊠it was of medium size. there was a big bed in the middle, a deep-sea blue carpet under it. there was a bug mirror across from the bed, a painting or two hung up on the walls. there was a small desk in the corner next to the closet. the room is very empty, but it brings back feelings of warmth and calmness.â
âyeah, that was my room. you spent most of your summerâs in there with me.â
âoh,â your eyes lit up. âyou said that we didnât officially get together until after we were vampires, but i remember being in the bed in lots of white, button-up shirts. did we-?â you looked to him, eyes wide and hoping he would say yes.
his cheeks were tainted pink as he nodded. âyes, we had lots of fun nights, but not all of them consisted of sex.â
âi see,â you nodded, a little smile on your face. âwhat else did we do besides sleep together, then?â
âwell, most times we just laid there in each otherâs arms. sometimes i would read to you and you would fall asleep in my arms. other times we danced, sang, talked about the future together. and let me tell you, we definitely did not imagine an eternity together, but iâm really glad it turned out that way. despite all the pain we suffered.â
your chest warmed as you imagine you two in the 1800s, doing more and being more than just friends with intimate relations.
âdoes damon know of this?â you questioned.
âhe does, but no one else doesnât. to make things easier, we just told everyone that we started dating after we became vampires, and that we got married in 1963, which we did.â
âand how was the wedding?â you asked.
âthe best night of my life,â he grinned. âwe have lots of pictures of that night in the living room and our room, which i will show you when we get back.â
âi canât wait,â you smiled giddily.
you squeezed stefanâs hand, the gesture making both of your bodyâs shiver.
âhere it is,â he said, taking you closer to the singular pillar.
you let go of his hand slowly, walking around the property. you closed your eyes, feeling the cool breeze fan your face. you stood in the middle, right where the living room be. lots of memories then flooded back to you, making you snap your eyes open.
âyour father didnât like us together,â you stated.
stefan furrowed his brows. âyes, how-how do you know that?â
you didnât answer him, continuing to reminisce.
âi was meant to wed damon, yet, i fell in love with you. your mother would let us play together, knowing that the fate your father decided wasnât going to happen. she accepted us. she actually liked us better together than damon and i. she thought damon was too wild, too untamed to settle down so young. he was like her, in that way. but you, once you saw me at our first ball at age 14, you knew i was the one. i remember you telling me this one night on my sixteenth birthday. you had taken me up to your room, sneaking up extra cake for me, and we laid together on your bed. that was both of our first time that night - it was amazing. you told me before we went to bed about your growing feelings for me. that night we both said âi love youâ for the first time.â
stefan stared at you, mouth agape and tears welling in his eyes.
âyou-you really remember that?â
âi do,â you smiled slowly at him. âi remember the marks you left on my skin, the joy i felt as you held my hand, the way i cried when you told me that you loved me. i-iâm afraid that this is all i remember, but -â
âno, no, itâs enough. itâs more than enough,â he sniffled, coming closer to you. he slipped his hand into yours, his other hand wrapping around your waist.
you smiled, putting your free hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down on his cheekbones. you looked into his eyes, studying his face as your hand went up and ran itself through his hair. you brought your hand back down to cup his cheek, your fingers dancing along his jawline.
âi also remember skipping school, playing football in the backyard, me wearing your shirt for the first time and it leading to us sleeping together again,â you giggled.
âhow do you remember all of this?â he asked.
âthe travelers mustâve just took all the important information about us, which we can deal with later. i want to enjoy this moment now,â you breathed out.
âthank god that they took that important stuff. itâs not that important once you think about it,â he nodded.
âi agree. i bet damon wouldnât agree about that, though,â you joked.
âwell, damon has never been madly in love until the last couple of years. but, me? iâm been in love with you forever.â
your lips spread widely and you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling yourself falling for him again.
âi love you,â you exhaled. stefan grinned, âi love you more.â
ânu-uh,â you shook your head. âmmhm,â he smirked.
you moved in closer, your nose bumping his softly. your eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips multiple times before closing the gap. your lips met his in slow motion, immediately moving with his. his lips were soft and kissed you well, like he had done this a million times before, and couldnât wait to do it again. he held you close against him, breathing in deeply at the taste of your lips. he felt at peace once again, whole and complete. and as for you, you felt alive.
every atom in your body was humming in pleasure. the feeling of his hands in your body, fitting right in with your curves, were like finally finishing a puzzle. it gave you butterflies, the way he tasted and smelled. the way he kissed you was delicious. it was gentle, but passionate. his lips worked against yours quickly, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a small moan from your throat. your teeth bumped each other gently, causing the kiss to then become fast, needy, hot.
you pulled away before anything else could commence, your chest heaving up and down. a line of spit broke off from your lips, breaking off as the breeze ran through it.
âremember anything else now?â stefan breathed out.
âjust how much iâve missed you,â you stated.
âiâve missed you, too, baby. wanna go and see where old home was now?â
âyes, iâd love that,â you nodded. âgreat. come and follow me, then we can go home and iâll make you your favorite meal, okay?â he suggested.
âthat sounds amazing.â
âiâm so glad to have you back, y/n,â he squeezed your hand.
âiâm glad to be back.â
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: about 2,633 (thank you @make-me-imagine for the count)
Warnings: a lot of swear words, reader has undiagnosed mental illness, Nick Fury is mean (sorry), Bucky and reader have a slightly implied romantic relationship but itâs not clearly stated, Bucky threatens to kill someone, canon level violence but not in great detail, a lot of swearing again, fluff, hurt/comfort, im venting okay
A/N: I am writing this to vent and now yâall have to deal with it. This is totally un-betaâd and itâs not about to be anytime soon. I just opened tumblr and went ham. Enjoy lol
A/N part 2: I know itâs no longer called âptsdâ but itâs incorrectly labeled on purpose to show that the character saying it isnât updated and doesnât know what theyâre talking about
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2:47 AM.
Itâs almost three oâclock in the goddamn morning, and Bucky canât sleep. This is a common occurrence, but that doesnât make it any less fucking annoying. Quickly throwing on some clothes, he decides to go to the gym. Maybe working out will help tire him out- but he knows it wonât.
Entering the gym, Bucky isnât surprised to see that itâs occupied. He is surprised, however, by the fact that itâs you working out at this hour. You should be in bed, sound asleep. Instead, youâre punching a training bag without wrapping your hands. Heâs on the other side of the gym but he can see the bright red of blood speckled across your knuckles.
âY/N?â Bucky calls out, not wanting to startle you. It seems he does anyway since your whole body flinches and you turn to him at lightning speed. Even though youâre looking at him, he can see your fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly- like a cat kneading. Except, you donât look comfortable, âWhatâs wrong?â
You shake your head, eyes falling to the floor, âIâm okay, Buck. Donât worry.â You must think he canât see the way your eyes water, but he does. Theyâre moments away from spilling over.
Bucky trusts you with his life. Nothing will ever change that. But right now, he knows he needs to proceed with caution. The last thing he wants to do is distress you further, âYouâre bleeding. Can I bandage your hands for you?â
âIt doesnât hurt bad,â You shake your head again, still not looking Bucky in the eye.
He insists, âPlease let me help. Just to cover the cuts.â Finally, you nod. Bucky slowly grabs the bright red first-aid kit from the wall before sitting on a nearby bench, leaving plenty of room for you. Taking a seat a good distance away, you silently hold out one of your hands. He carefully starts to treat your knuckles as he asks; âDo you want to talk about it?â
âThereâs not much to talk about⊠This happens sometimes,â The hand he isnât dressing is still fidgeting. You rub your thumb and first finger together, as if youâre imagining holding something between them.
Bucky doesnât want to push you, but you donât seem agitated by his questions. He continues, âDid something happen to trigger this?â
Another shake of your head, âI donât think so. I just canât get my head to stop moving.â Bucky switches hands, allowing you to move your bandaged one as you please.
âYour head?â
Waving your now-free hand, you try to explain. âLike my brain. Uh, whatâs it called⊠The- um, the words?â
He starts piecing things together, âYour thoughts?â
Itâs almost like a switch flips, âYes! Thoughts! Theyâre super loud and keep changing.â Youâre acting less like a cornered animal and more like an excited puppy, eyes lit up with emotion.
âIs this why youâve been in your room all day?â Some of the other Avengers noticed your absence throughout the day; but none more than Bucky. Everyone had assumed you were tired- but there was a small part of Bucky that was nagging him, trying to convince him that something was wrong. His therapist was right: Bucky needs to learn to trust his instincts.
âYeah⊠I donât like to be around people like this. Iâll just bother them.â
Bucky felt a sharp pang of sadness in his heart, âHow would you bother them?â
Your momentary excitement has now been replaced by a small frown, âI act different like this. Iâm off.â
âYouâre not a bother to me,â Bucky argues, âIs there something I can do to help?â
âNah. I just have to ride it out. Itâs not that bad. Usually, this lasts about a week and then Iâll be okay for a while. And then I feel numb for a week or two.â
Youâve already confided in him so much tonight; Bucky decides to leave that until later. With your hands cleaned and bandaged, Bucky gives you a gentle smile. âThanks for telling me this, Y/N.â
âThanks for listening, Bucky.â With that, you leave Bucky to sit and contemplate everything that just happened.
âââââ
That night, Bucky begins his research. With the help of FRIDAY and Google, he starts trying to get a better understanding of what is happening in your mind. Heâs able to learn a good amount of information before he falls asleep, thinking of you the entire time.
In the morning, Bucky finds that you have decided to skip breakfast with the group. Not that he blames you- they can get quite rowdy even this early. He grabs some of your favorite foods and brings them to you. Bucky knocks on your door, waiting for you to answer before walking in. Once he receives the go-ahead, he enters with a gentle smile.
âHey, doll. I saw you werenât at breakfast and brought you some stuff. Wanted to make sure you ate.â
You smile wide, âThanks, Buck! Do you want to join me? You donât have to though! I donât know if you have anything scheduled or if you have trainingâŠâ
Bucky steps further into the room, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. âI would love to join you.â
The two of you make small talk for a while until Bucky brings up a topic he knows will kill your cheery mood. âYou should join us for movie night later.â
As expected, you frown almost instantly, âThanks, but I donât want them to see me like this.â
âYou can sit in the back with me. You can say or do whatever you want; I promise you wonât bother me. And if it gets to be too much, tell me and weâll leave.â
Looking over at Bucky, you see the look on his face and automatically agree.
âââââ
You quickly regret that decision.
Sitting next to him on the couch, you start fidgeting with your hands. You stare down at your lap and tense up your body. The movie has already started, so the lights are dim and Bucky has to whisper to talk to you.
âHow are you feeling?â
âI feel out of place. Like I donât belong here.â You donât look at him when you talk, which worries him more than it probably should.
Bucky cautiously asks, âDo you want to leave?â But you just shake your head and point at his metal hand.
âCan I?â
Youâre already sitting on his left side, so itâs easy for Bucky to move his arm closer to you. Taking his metal hand in yours, you move it to rest on your lap. You gently take hold of his metal index finger and wiggle it, bending the knuckle and watching how it moves. âCan you feel this?â
Bucky canât stop the warm smile blooming on his face. âNo, I canât.â But he wishes he could. Instead of watching the movie, you play with all of the joints on his hand- and Bucky watches you with love and awe. His arm is something Bucky has always been self-conscious about. And here you are, playing with it casually. It means more to him than he can put into words.
âââââ
Now months have passed, and Bucky has always been by your side. Through all your ups and downs, Bucky has stuck with you no matter what. During this time, Bucky has convinced you to start talking to a therapist. No one in the Tower commented on it, since many of them spoke to therapists as well. Only you, Bucky, and your therapist know what you go through.
That starts to cause problems when Fury walks in with a major assignment. A mission that requires all hands on deck. Unfortunately, your brain has decided this is the perfect time to fuck with you. You tried asking Fury to get you off the mission; telling him that you donât feel well enough to go. He approves time off for you⊠For after the mission.
Once youâre all on the quinjet, Bucky picks up on the signs. It doesnât take him long to notice them anymore.
Youâve basically gone non-verbal. All you can do is knead your hands and try not to cry. You both pull your phones out to text each other for the duration of the flight.
Steve begins to go over the plan. You and Bucky put your phones away, but your hands are still moving. Steve notices this, as well as your lack of eye contact, and decides to call you out for it.
âY/N, weâre almost to the drop point. You need to focus.â
Your entire body tenses and itâs much harder to breathe. âSorry, I just donât feel good.â
This must not be the answer Steve wanted because he frowns, âAre you sick? You should have said something before we took off.â
Bucky looks like heâs about to interject, but Wanda beats him to it.
âLeave her alone, grandpa.â
You and Wanda give each other small smiles; and thatâs the end of it.
âââââ
The fight has officially begun and youâre no better than you were on the plane. You fight sloppy, you get distracted. Even worse, you start moving too far from the rest of the group. You can no longer see them; meaning that they canât see you either.
People are yelling into their comms, making it too loud in your ear. Without thinking of the consequences, you rip it out of your ear and slide it into your pocket. Another bad guy approaches for you to fight. Heâs better than the others were, so he gets in a few good hits before you can take him out. After the encounter, you walk away with a small gash on your arm and a bruise already forming on your cheek.
Steve is on the comms, telling everyone to return to the quinjet because the mission is complete. Everyone answers, except you. Of course, Bucky starts to worry and sends you a text message. He knows you have it set to vibrate when you get text messages, so youâll see it. And you do, so you make your way back.
Youâre the last one to return, although they didnât have to wait long for you. It doesnât matter though, because Steve Rogers is furious.
You take your seat without looking at him, and that almost makes it worse.
âFeeling sick is no excuse, Y/N! You were sloppy- you could have gotten yourself killed out there! You never take out your comm link during a mission, how the hell were you expecting to communicate with your team?!â
Barely holding back your tears, your leg starts to bounce uncontrollably. You knead your hands against your thighs and your breath becomes labored. Bucky canât think of anything except for helping you.
He physically shoves Steve out of his way, rushing to your side and giving his friend a not-so-subtle warning to âShut up, punk.â
Bucky sits beside you, setting his metal hand in your lap for you to fiddle with. âYou donât have to answer him, okay? Just ignore him, doll.â
The quinjet takes off and he pulls out a pair of earbuds, putting one in his ear and giving you the other. Bucky gives you his phone so you can control the music. Itâs quiet and you keep changing the song, but he doesnât mind in the slightest.
âRemind me when we get back; I have something for you,â Bucky whispers and you nod. Youâre unable to speak at this point, clearly feeling the stares of your team aimed at you. Itâs uncomfortable.
As soon as they land, Bucky takes you by the hand and leads you to his room. He quickly grabs his gift for you before taking you to your own room. Both of you prefer your space over his, since yours is actually decorated. Bucky hands you a small box wrapped in paper. When you open it, you donât tear any of the wrapping and carefully remove the tape instead.
Inside is a few fidget toys, including one that looks like a slug. The sections of it linking in a way that makes you think of Buckyâs arm. You love it and start using it immediately.
âIâm gonna go get us some food, doll. Iâll be right back.â All you can do is nod with a tired smile.
Bucky, being the helpful man that he is, sends a quick text to your therapist so she knows whatâs happening with you. On his way to the kitchen, he spots everyone in the briefing room. Bucky pretty much storms in.
Fury is the first to speak. âWhatâs going on with Agent Y/L/N?â
âYou-â Bucky aggressively gestures to Fury, âneed to listen when she tells you she canât go on a mission. Y/N is amazing at her job and wouldnât ask you to pull her out of a mission unless there was a damn good reason.â
Fury doesnât like being scolded and immediately shoots back. âAll she said was that she didnât feel good. Thatâs not a good enough excuse around here.â
Bucky has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. âShe wasnât talking about her stomach, she was talking about her brain. Her therapist is sending you regular updates for her psychiatric file and youâre not fucking reading them.â
âI assumed it was the regular diagnosis. You know, PTSD, anxiety, paranoia. The side effects from this type of work.â Fury shrugs it off, which only serves to make Bucky angrier.
âGet your head out of your ass and open a goddamn file. Donât come whining to us because you didnât do your fucking job. And while youâre at it, how about you try giving a shit about your agents?â Bucky is growling at this point and the other Avengers are worried theyâll need to step in. âYouâre lucky she didnât die on that mission because if she did, I wouldâve killed you.â
Bucky hurries to the kitchen, grabbing some basic snacks and a first aid kit. He rushes back to your room so he can clean your wound and get some food in your system.
âSorry I took so long, doll. Got caught up talking to someone.â
âItâs okay,â Your voice comes out as a whisper. He hands you some of the snacks and you start to eat.
Bucky gestures to your arm, setting the first aid kit down. âCan I clean that up?â You nod and he gets to work.
When he finishes, he sets everything aside. He takes some of the food before asking, âCan I stay?â
âYou donât have to.â Youâre still whispering, but Bucky can hear you clearly.
He reaches out to give you his metal hand. âNo, I want to. I want to watch that movie you told me about yesterday, but I donât have a TV in my room.â
You donât say anything, but Bucky isnât worried. Taking his metal hand in yours, you tug him gently toward you. He climbs up on the bed, sitting next to you while you wordlessly turn on the movie. You wrap your arm around his flesh one, holding onto it like a pillow as you lean against his side. He moves his metal hand to your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin in a comforting manner.
Everything in this moment is pure. Youâre trying to get better, and Bucky is supporting you with no complaint. The Avengers will learn in time; and Fury will either learn with them or Bucky will have another talk with him. But thatâs for another day. Right now, the two of you only want to hold onto each other- and thatâs exactly what youâre going to do. So you sit, watching your movie, snacking on whatever Bucky grabbed, and silently loving each other unconditionally.
âââââ
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kept promises
a fives x f!reader fic~Â
word count: 4k
rating: m - for mild smutÂ
summary: fives aims to keep his promise to marry you when the war is over. but things get complicated when heâs been shot. this is my fix it fic where fives doesnât die :) pls enjoy
a/n: fives is the loml and ive been wanting to write about him for so long~~ i hope yall like this!! comments are appreciated!!Â
A loud knock on your apartment door stirs you from your sleep. You werenât resting well anyways, but the bang on the door startles you. You push the covers back and feeling disoriented you rush for the front door. You fear something is wrong because who would be banging on your door at this hour. If Fives was coming home, he wouldnât knock. He knows the entry code, itâs his place too.
You push the button, and the door opens with a hiss. Youâre greeted with the sight of Rex and Jesse standing in your doorway. Itâs always nice to see them, but from the looks on their faces itâs not going to be a pleasant visit.
Your face falls and you feel ill.
Fives.
âIs he alive?â you feel tears well up in your eyes and you reach for Rex. His eyes are sad, he carries a weight on him, and you know it.
âFor now,â Rex winces to tell you the truth. âHeâs been shot.â
Your hand flies to your mouth and Jesse reaches out to touch a hand to your arm.
âWe came to get you to take you to him,â Jesse tries to speak as gently as possible.
âYou need to pack a bag,â Rex puts his hand on your shoulder. âI canât tell you why, but you need to hurry. Thereâs more to this than we can say right now.â
You nod and move aside so the boys can come in.
âRex? Can you get some things you think Fives might need?â you ask him, youâre not entirely sure of the situation and he nods disappearing back into the bedroom you share with Fives. You yourself grab a bag and begin to stuff random clothing items in it, unsure of what youâll even need.
This is more your place than Fives, heâs working constantly and only comes once in awhile when he has rare time off. But you have nothing here that really matters to you. What matters is him.
Your bag is stuffed full, and youâre flustered bringing it into the living area. A thin lacy pair of underwear hangs from the top, and Jesse quirks a brow.
âPacking the essentials?â he teases. âHas he seen you in that?â
âNo, as a matter of fact he hasnât,â your face warms and you shove it deeper into your bag and zip it tight.
âJesse,â Rexâs voice is stern. He might have smiled before, but not now. âWe need to go.â
Rex shoulders the bag packed for Fives, and Jesse takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder casually. You follow the boys, and your door closes behind you for the last time.
âWhere are we going?â you ask, keeping up with their long strides.
âCanât tell you,â Rex nods in the direction of a small ship outside your place. You follow them on board and Jesse is quick to get the ship into the atmosphere. He punches in the coordinates and before you know it, youâre off Coruscant headed out into space.
Rex sits down in front of you, and you feel queasy. You know heâs about to tell you something difficult and youâre not ready to hear it.
âYou know when Fives sets his mind to something he wonât stop,â Rex smiles softly at that, knowing his brotherâs determination. You smile too but a tear falls down your cheek. âHe got into something he shouldnât have, and he was shot for it. We took him off Coruscant for his own protection, and our own. If anyone were to find out about this, we could be in serious trouble.â
You nod. You wonât say a word.
âBesides Jesse and I, Kix is the only one who knows. Heâs with Fives now. Get some rest, itâll be hard to see him when we arrive,â he nods.
You nod back and take his advice. You try and sleep but to no avail. You do lie still and try to prepare yourself for what youâre about to see.
The ship exiting hyperspace stirs you before Rex comes to get you. Heâs quiet and patient while you sigh heavily, knowing youâre about to see him.
The planet you land on is one youâre unfamiliar with but itâs beautiful. Trees and mountains fill your sight. The boys take your bags and lead you to a humble little house nestled in some trees near a small pond.
Rex goes in first, and Jesse waits outside with you. Just in case something has happened. They donât say that, but you know thatâs why.
Rex opens the door back up and gives you both a small nod that itâs ok. Jesse puts his hand on your lower back and walks with you into the little house.
Itâs a comfortable space, and youâre greeted with Kix as soon as you walk in. He gives you a soft smile and a nod, telling you that itâs ok.
âHeâs in the back,â Kix tells you and the boys let you walk into the bedroom alone to see Fives.
In a cozy bedroom, Fives is laying out on the bed on his back. Heâs hooked up to a number of machines. Youâd seen a medical droid in the living area with Kix, so you know heâs in good hands. But it still breaks your heart to see him like this.
His head has been shaved, and thereâs a cut on the right side of his head. Itâs been patched up, but you can still see some old blood that seeped through the bandage. Heâs shirtless and thereâs a bandage wrapped around his chest from where you can only assume is the blaster injury.
You reach for him and touch his shoulder. Then you stroke his cheek with the back of your finger. You place a tender kiss on his forehead before you lay down on the bed next to him. Careful of everything heâs hooked up to, you rest your head on his shoulder.
You fall asleep there and you donât know how long you stay there with him. Itâs Fives who wakes you. His body stirs and you gasp softly sitting up. His eyes open, you can tell heâs exhausted. Even the rich tones of his skin seem paler. But he smiles when he sees you. His hand reaches up to cup your face and he mumbles a mandoâa pet name.
He falls back asleep, and you feel tears well up in your eyes again. Just a brief glimmer of the life in his eyes is enough to bring you joy and sorrow.
You think about when you first knew him. How you and your friends would go to 79âs and they would try to push you in Fivesâ direction. How if he ever looked your way youâd look away and avoid his gaze. You did this for weeks. Then heâd leave for a mission, and you wouldnât see him for months.
Before too long, he approached you. And it was his brothers teasing him. Daring him to talk to you and howling when you agreed to go out with him.
You sniffle softly with a smile at the memory of when you kissed him on the cheek, and he was quick to put his helmet on to hide his flustered face.
The boys would tell you later that you were the first person Fives was interested in that made him act like this. Usually he was smoother, more charismatic with charm. But with you? Brain dead. Just as flustered as you.
That was months ago. But it feels like a lifetime ago. He made a promise to you before his last mission that when the war was over, heâd settle down and marry you. He said this a few weeks back before he left. And now here he is, laying on a bed recovering from being shot.
You sit up and press a kiss to his lips before you climb off the bed. Youâre hurting and you need some air. And you think itâs wise to tell Kix that Fives woke for a moment.
âRex?â you whisper, and heâs quick to stand when you speak his name. âWill you walk with me while I get some air?â
You donât want to be alone right now. Especially not on this strange new planet. And you trust Rex with your life. You donât know this, but Fives made Rex promise to keep an eye on you if something ever happened.
Rex is right behind you when you step outside. You breathe deeply and he does too. You canât imagine itâs ever easy seeing one of your brothers hurt like this.
The two of you begin to explore and walk quietly together.
âFives is a good man. One of the best I know. Heâll make a good husband I think,â Rex smiles offering you his blessing.
âHe told you?â your face warms at the thought of him talking about you.
Rex chuckles, âwe always knew in the barracks that night if he had a date with you. He wouldnât shut up. He told me months ago he wanted to marry you.â
You cover your smile with your hand, and Rex smiles seeing the affection on your face.
âSeeing our brothers find joy in this war is a gift. And you have been a true joy to him.â
You spend the rest of the walk in silence. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the trees. Itâs peaceful. You see a few animals and some homes nearby. Itâs good to know you arenât truly alone out here.
You can only assume the boys will pack up and leave- no matter the outcome.
But then Rex gets an unexpected message that they are needed. They have to pack up that night. Kix runs you through everything you need to know about what you can do to help. Heâll leave the medical droid there with you to help as best it can.
You canât help the tears that fall when the boys get ready to leave.
You give each one a hug and a kiss on his cheek. Thanking them for what theyâve done for you and for Fives.
Rex hugs you a little tighter than the rest, and you know he hates to leave you here alone. Kix feels a pang of guilt leaving Fives too, but none of them are even supposed to be here. Kix has already reported Fives as KIA to keep the both of you safe, but itâs hard to leave.
Then itâs quiet. Itâs just you and Fives and a droid. Fives is still resting, and the droid is checking his vitals. Based on what Kix told you, Fives sustained a couple broken ribs from the shot. He should be fine, but it will take time to fully heal, and he will be sore.
Thatâs how you spend the next couple weeks. Fives slowly starts to heal and heâs able to get on his feet. You take walks when he feels like it, and you learn about each other. For the first time in a long time, you have time to spend together. Getting to share meals and stories and watching silly videos on the holonet.
You even find out about the end of the war when youâre here. The turn of the tide. That thereâs an empire now. Fives has a hard time that day. Feeling betrayed, knowing he was right. Pain eating him up inside knowing many of his brothers are out there fighting something in their head they canât stop. The lives that have been lost. Even the Jedi.
Heâs quiet for a few days then. Trying to rationalize what it all means. And where he fits in in this galaxy.
When he comes to bed that night, you know heâs haunted.
âTake it easy my love,â you kiss his temple. His hair is starting to grow back and itâs soft to the touch. You smile at being so close to him. Youâve shared a bed with him for the last few weeks, and even before when you lived on Coruscant. But youâd yet to be intimate with him.
Youâd never been intimate with anyone at all. And you know the day will soon come that Fives will be your first. And hopefully your only.
âI canât believe the war is over,â he says gently pulling you into his arms. Itâs less and less painful now to hold you. He kisses your stern brow. âAnd I made you a promise,â he grins.
Youâve thought about that promise every day. Especially when you thought you might lose him. But now itâs even stronger sharing a bed and all your time with him. Heâs so close to you. You can feel his warmth and smell his skin. The soft touch of his lips on yours before bed.
When your relationship was new you told him you wanted him. And he told you the same. But you made an agreement to wait until after the war. You canât really remember why now. Because when you thought you lost him, all you could think about was the moments that might have been lost. Or the regret.
But now that heâs safe, and the war for him is over â youâre glad you chose this. Thereâs no urgency. And you both know that once he heals, youâll take that final step together.
And itâs getting closer. A growing feeling in the pit of your belly tells you. Fives is able to do most things now. He had difficulty staying in bed. Staying still. He wanted to get up and move. He thrives off the day-to-day chores around the house and taking care of their land that youâre not sure how Rex even got ahold of.
You woke yesterday morning in Fives arms and his hard length pressing against you. He was just as flustered as you were, but you saw the flame of desire in his eyes. And that flame licked your body all over. You were tired of waiting, but now you had to for him to heal. You would feel terrible if something happened to him for the sake of pleasure. But you could only imagine his wry chuckle in saying he wouldnât mind at all.
âFives?â you call to your lover this afternoon out the window. Heâs in the back tending to the garden that has begun to grow. He perks his head up at the sound of your voice and he smiles warmly. With his forearm, he wipes sweat off his brow and joins you inside. âHow are you feeling my love?â you ask him after he gives you a kiss. You taste the salt from his sweat and youâre aching. You need him. Now.
He knows you, and your looks. He knows what this means.
âGood enough to keep my promise,â he gives a little wink and pulls off his sweaty shirt. He only grunts a little from the movement, but itâs nothing major. You giggle at his eagerness but then feel your knees buckle at the sight of his sweaty chest. Dark hair is dusted lightly over his pecs and lead down to his waistband.
âFives,â you moan and touch his skin. This isnât the first time youâve seen him shirtless or touched him like this. But it feels different now. Thereâs a scar and a slight yellowing from his bruise almost done healing.
He reaches for the hem of your shirt when thereâs a quiet knock on the door.
Fives laughs because youâve been alone for weeks and now thereâs a knock at this moment.
âWho is it?â Fives calls and Rex answers. You both light up at the sound of his voice, and Fives runs to open the front door for him.
Rex looks exhausted. He has a cut on his head in the same place Fives does. And he wears a tan poncho over his armor. Any humor about the moment has gone when Rex sees Fives and hugs him tight.
Something in you tells you that Rex has lost too many brothers over the last few weeks. And seeing Fives alive is a peace he needed.
âI came to check on the two of you,â he tells you finally. âBut I seemed to have interrupted you,â he almost looks shy.
âActually,â Fives stops and looks at you for a moment with a smile. âYou might be just the man we need.â
Fives disappears into the bedroom. You and Rex exchange looks as you hear Fives clattering around. He emerges moments later in full armor. Thereâs a blast mark on his chest plate and you try not to look at it but itâs the thing on everyoneâs mind.
âWhy did you put this on?â you ask him touching his shoulder. You love how broad he looks in his armor, and you lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You love him so much and itâs hitting you hard seeing him in this armor. Just how you could have lost him and yet here he stands.
âRex? Wanna marry us? Can you do that?â
Rex smiles bigger than youâve ever seen, and no one really cares if he can legally or not. Youâve been married to Fives for a long time as far as youâre concerned.
âWell wait, I want to look nice too,â you stop and head to your room to put something else on. You choose one of the nicer things you brought with you when you were scrambling to pack all those weeks ago. You put it on and feel giddy with love.
Fives offers you his arm when you come out, and he leads you outside into the quiet of the woods. He takes your hands in his and Rex stands with the two of you.
âYou know, Iâve never actually been to a wedding before,â Rex chuckles, getting a loud laugh from Fives. âFives,â Rex speaks his brotherâs name, and Fives stands at attention. âThe Republic has fallen. We live in the times of the Empire now. Youâll always be a soldier but this time â your duty is to this one in front of you. Promise me, yourself, but most importantly to your riduur  that you will protect and love with all that you have. I know you will. But itâs an order Fives.â
Rex smiles, and Fives gives a nod. He squeezes your hands, and you know he will keep his promise.
Then Rex looks to you. His eyes are gentle.
âYou have been given a gift. And thatâs the love of my brother. I know him better than anyone, and I know how much he loves you. I know he would do anything for you. Because I know I would if I were in his shoes. Iâm trusting you to look out for him. Protect his heart. I know you have, and I trust you with him.â
By now you have tears in your eyes. But itâs more than just from love- itâs knowing that you have Rexâs trust. Heâs one of the best men that you know.
Rex pauses, and steps back a moment. And Fives takes that opportunity to cup your face in his hands and kiss you deeply. Then he presses his forehead to yours and if only you knew then what the gesture meant to him and Rex.
When you part, you reach for Rex and give him another hug and kiss on his cheek.
âI owe you everything,â you tell him, and his brow is stern even with his small smile.
Fives then grabs Rex in an even bigger hug and kisses him loudly on the cheek. They touch foreheads and then Fives laughs shoving Rex on the shoulder telling him to get lost.
âWe have things to do,â Fives laughs again, and Rex can only roll his eyes with amusement.
âStay safe, Iâll contact you if I need you again,â Rex tells you both and with that heâs gone.
The moment Rex is out of sight, Fives grabs you. His hands are on your hips digging into your skin and his lips are on yours. Heâs already moaning into you as he backs you into the house.
He knows that youâve never been with anyone, and it makes him even more hungry to touch you. Heâs eager and excited and between his kisses and tugging off your clothes, he makes sure every action is alright.
Heâs so excited that he forgets to undress himself, and he has you naked in front of him while he stands in full armor.
âFives,â you feel shy and tempted to cover yourself while he stands proud in his armor.
âOh, right,â he chuckles and begins to take off his armor piece by piece. You help him in between kisses, and he sneaks little butt grabs and smacks while he can. He gets distracted easily by the sway of your breasts as you move, and he squeezes them until you squeak.
When heâs free of his armor and blacks and everything else, he tips you back onto the bed and kisses you all over. Every bit of you that he can kiss, he does. His goatee tickles and you tug on his hair even though itâs still really short.
He finds himself between your legs and he takes his time. Going back and forth between his mouth and his hands until youâre crying out his name. Heâs almost too rough in his eagerness and you gasp and giggle pushing him off you. You could cry, youâve never been wanted so much in your life.
âSorry,â he presses a kiss to your thigh. âYou taste so good,â he murmurs against your skin.
âDonât be,â you feel warm, âI just want more from other parts of you,â you giggle when he raises an eyebrow.
He slides up your body and delves his tongue into your mouth and squeezes your breast again as he lines up with your entrance. Heâs slow moving inside and you cry out in his kiss. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you tell him to wait.
Heâs patient and kisses you while you adjust to him. But you can tell heâs ready to move. He grunts and his abs tighten, and he canât help the wince that escapes his lips.
âDo we need to stop?â you ask him, your voice full of concern.
âNo,â he shudders when he pushes in a little deeper. âI need you meshâla.â
He focuses on feeling the pleasure of it and making sure you feel your pleasure. When you arch your back and press your chest to his, something about the action sends him over and he cries out in your ear as he spills inside of you.
He whispers another apology but youâre moaning and gasp when you feel his thumb press where you need him most. You find your release with a whine.
He pulls out of you but stays on you. He slides down a little and rests his head on your chest. His face nestled between your breasts and his ear can hear your heartbeat pound.
âHappy?â you giggle scratching his head as he nuzzles your breast.
âHappier than Iâve ever been. Are you?â he looks up at you, resting his chin on your sternum.
You nod and scratch his back then his scalp. âIâve never been so happy in my life. I love you baby,â you tell him.
âI love you cyare,â he mumbles kissing your sternum before laying back down.
You donât know if heâs thinking the same thing, you are. But all you can think about is how a few weeks ago you were laying in this bed with him hoping he would get up. Hoping he would move. Praying he was alive.
Now that you have him in your arms, youâve never been more thankful heâs alive. But in this case, you donât want him to move. He feels too good.
He can feel your heartbeat, and you can feel his warmth. The life is in him again and you truly have never been happier to have him alive. Heart pounding and life in his veins, and that fire of love in his eyes.
#arc trooper fives#fives#arc trooper fives x reader#fives x reader#my writing#LKGHKGSGJK I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!!!!!
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Bad dealings.
Warnings: not much really. Maybe some swearing and soft Miguel.
WC: 1501.
Enjoy x
You drove the car past the Welcome to Santo Padre sign and you took a deep breath looking out your window at the road just concentrating on getting to the hospital and limit any sightings of you. You couldnât believe you were back here; you flew out of Mexico to Arizona almost 12 months ago with promises to yourself that you would never be back here, but your Dad fell ill and your Mum needed you. Your cousins helped you disappear after they almost killed you when they found out how deep you had gotten.
You had finished high school and went straight into working in the mayorâs office and worked your way up to the mayorâs personal assistant. Your life had been fine until Miguel Galindo walked into the office and your whole world changed after that very first encounter, which then lead to you sleeping with him after his divorce, to you leaking information to him, not because he asked but because you were falling in love with the cartel boss and you wanted to see him happy and for all his plans to go ahead and be ahead of every move.
You were busted when you had taken some photos of classified paper work in Antoniaâs office and instead of sending them to Miguelâs email, you sent it to the deputy mayorâs assistant addressed to Miguel with a seductive photo also attached. The assistant leaked the email, the whole situation exploding in your face, you being threatened with illegal action and you had to get out as soon as you could. You couldnât even walk down the street and not get nasty words thrown at you.
Angel and Ez turned up at your place when they saw the paper, asking you what you needed, after them telling you off for jumping into bed with Miguel in the first place. They organised everything for you, like amazing older cousins do. Your parents went to stay with their Dad for a bit and the boys helped you get under the boarder through the clubs tunnels to the Mexico airport with new hair, a new name, a new phone number, a house that had been rented and you started a new life leaving everything behind, including your deep feelings for Miguel and the guilt of walking away and not telling him you had left.
You pulled up in the hospital car park, slipping on your sunglasses and walking inside to find your Dad. As you walked through the halls you rounded a corner to a long hall way of rooms and came face to face with Angel in Nestorâs face, Gilly trying to pull a yelling Angel back who had his fist raised,
âSheâs going to come back, its her Dad and when she does you tell meâ Nestor snarled in Angelâs face. Angel went to throw his hand forward and your voice rang out through the hallway,
âAngel, stopâ You shouted.
Everyoneâs head turned to look at you. Nestorâs eye blew open when he seen you and Angel stepped back, walking towards you, his arm going around your neck and leading down the opposite way towards your Dadâs room,
âNice to see you cuzâ Angel kissed the top of your head âYou do realise Galindoâs bulldog has seen you, heâll find out your backâ
âIâ am here for 4 days, to see Dad and leave. He wonât know where Iâ am staying anywayâ
âYou wish mami, you know what heâs like. Heâll find you. Heâs Miguel fucking Galindo and your the first women that ever risked her freedom the way you did for him. So stupid. â
âYeah, yeahâ you rolled your eyes âWe going to talk about it every time I see you?â
âProbably, yeahâ Angel laughed kissing your forehead.
It was best that you staid in the next town over in a hotel in the out skirts. You didnât want to risk getting seen, it being reported back to Antonia that you were in town and start that whole nightmare again. You had ordered room service once you got back from the hospital and showered, when there was a knock on the door you thought thatâs what it was, your food. But when you swung it open, a range of different emotions charged through you.
Miguel looked back to you, looking just liked you remembered, smelling just how you remembered, his hair and beard perfect as ever and his suit just as well fitting as what they used to be. You wanted nothing more than to jump on him, kiss him, feel him against you. But his face and eyes were cold, so you just gave him a small smile, moving out of the way and gesturing for him to come into your room. You took a deep breath closing the door behind you after shooting Nestor a dirty look, who was sitting in the car outside. You turned to Miguel sitting on the end of your bed,
âDid Nestor follow me here?â
âYou leftâ Miguel looked up at you, his eyeâs starting to tear up âYou left and you didnât tell me. I couldn't find you, I didnât know where you had gone, if you were ok. You left me. I would have helped you get through it; I wouldnât have let anything happen to youâ
âMiguelâ you took a step closer to him and he held up his hand to stop you and you froze looking down at your feet tears running down your cheeks.
âYou didnât trust me to look after you?â Miguel looked up, his face like stone but hurt in his eyes.
âIt was my fault; I never should have done what I did. You could have done it on your own. You didnât need my help. I let my heart take over and done something really stupid that will follow me around for the rest of my lifeâ you sniffed.
âI would have protected you, mi solâ Miguel muttered shaking his head.
Your heart hurt hearing your pet name. You walked over to him, getting down on your knees in front him, you reached up slowly, your hands going to rest on his cheeks. The feel of his beard on your palms sending goose bumps all over you. Miguel was stiff at your touch at first till you lent onto his legs and he sighed into you, his hands going on top of yours, his forehead resting on yours and he started to cry. You pulled your hands away, pushing his legs apart, crawling forward between them and throwing your arms around him pulling him into you.
One of your hands rubbed over his back, your other rested on the back of his head and you covered the other side of his face in kisses. Miguel brought his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His solid chest pressed into you and you started to sob, Miguelâs tears free flowing down his cheeks as well. You both staid like that for a long moment, crying in each otherâs arms. You pulled back looking up into Miguel red face, his hand moving onto your cheek, his thumb brushing the tears away and his other moving to rest on your shoulder,
âWhere did you go?â
âArizonaâ you cleared your throat âAngel and Ez got me over the border and I flew out of Mexicoâ
Miguel reached for both your hands to pull you up off the floor and guided you to sit on the bed. He snaked an arm around you pulling you into him and you rested a hand on his thigh.
âI checked all flights, for weeks. Your name wasnât on anyâ
âVictora PĂ©rezâ you gave him a half smile and Miguel nodded back sucking in his lips âMiguel, Iâ am so sorry. I should have told you, should have called you to tell you I was okâ
âThat you were aliveâ Miguel shot back and locked eyes with you.
You took a deep breath, both your eyes searching each otherâs. You both started to move towards each other, your lips meeting, fitting together so perfectly. You both sighed into each otherâs mouthâs. You slid your handâs up over Miguelâs jacket and stopped to sit on his shoulders and Miguelâs hands threaded into your hair, the kiss deepening. Miguel broke the kiss, kissing your cheek twice and his finger nails scraping over your sculp affectionally,
âI missed youâ you whispered.
âIt almost killed me, you not being here. You leaving me. Every day I searched somewhere new, finding nothing. When Nestor walked in telling me he had seen youâ Miguel paused looking down shaking his head, emotion filling him again âCome home, come back to meâ
âMiguel, I canât. After everything. How can I start over here again?â
âWith me. Together. Amor, we will make it work. Iâll sort it out. Iâll handle itâ
âWhat does that mean?â
âPlease Y/N, trust me on this. Come home to me mi sol, please.â
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Memories
Pairing: Neji x Fem!Uchiha Reader
Summary: There are a lot of terrible things that have happened to you as an Uchiha that you wanted to forget. But with Nejiâs help, youâre able to move on and move along. Things have started getting better for you, however, once the Fourth Shinobi War was declared, time seemed to start running out.
Word Count: 2.1k
Memories - Part 1 | Deja Vu - Part 2
A/N: I didnât exactly follow the plot and somehow it turned so angsty đ Please let me know your thoughts~
There are memories you hold so dear that you refuse to have them tainted no matter what. Most of those memories are of the times you spent playing or training with your brother Shishui, his best friend Itachi, and Itachiâs brother Sasuke. Those times were the golden days for you; the best of the best, if you may.
Conversely, there are also memories that you just wish would disappear. Theyâre the memories of incidents you wish didnât happen at all. Theyâre the type of memories that you push at the back of your mind, because you believe that if you think about it or even spare a single second for it, then itâll be more real. Because youâre in denial. Youâre in denial not only about the death of Shisui, but also of the Uchiha clan.
But then thereâs a single memory you have that always stands out. Itâs a memory that you both want to forget and remember.
The tragedy of the Uchiha clan had changed the only survivors â you and Sasuke. You had already started changing a little because you had to deal with your brotherâs death, but seeing the horrible scene in the clanâs district had been the icing on top.
Your drastic change had been evident on the day you came back to the Academy after you were discharged at the hospital. What once was a girl full of life had become an empty shell.
The moment you sat down entered the room, people had started talking. Mostly itâs just about asking someone else if you were an Uchiha or if they know about the clanâs misfortune. They were meaningless chatters so you easily drowned them out.
But there was a comment that had reached your ears. âWhy is it such a big deal? People die anyway, it just so happened her clan died on the same day.â
The comment kept ringing inside your head but then someone beside you spoke up, âDonât you have anything else better to do than talk about someone elseâs life?â
He was met with silence so he continued saying, âPeople die everyday, itâs a fact. Some die because of illnesses, some because of old age, some because of poverty, accidents, or murder. As shinobi, we can die in the line of duty. But that doesnât make death any less painful to the one left behind.
âIf your family is alive, then good, but maybe use that brain of yours because logic says not everyone gets to be as lucky as you.â
Naturally, you want to forget about the unsolicited comment of your classmate, but you want to remember that among the students inside the room, one boy had stood up for you. Quite frankly, you needed his saving that day. Otherwise, you wouldâve beaten yourself up for mourning too long.
And when you realized who that boy was, his words weighed even more. Because Hyuga Neji was a boy notoriously known for thinking that everyoneâs fate is predetermined from birth and that luck plays absolutely no part in it.
âNot everyone gets to be as lucky as you.â
And for a hot minute he had abandoned his belief as he stood up for you.
It sounds hypocritical if you think about it.
But maybe just as he had saved you, you had opened his eyes just a little bit and helped him see that his beliefs were skewed too. In a way, you had helped each other, at least you hoped.
Itâs because of that day, that memory, that you find yourself gravitating towards Neji.
It isnât attraction at all at first, more like genuine curiosity about him and his life. But you didnât get to know him further until the Chunin exams where he had disclosed the way of their clan. Itâs at that time where you understood why he acts the way he acts.
You canât help but wonder about how two clans with almost similar circumstancesâ both with kekkei genkai, both living in Konoha, both considered to be one of the strongest clans in the shinobi worldâ could have completely different ways of living. One clan is almost completely annihilated, while the other has slaves of their own blood. And if youâre being completely honest, you arenât exactly sure which is better.
You have gotten the urge to talk to him after hearing his story, although you really didnât know what to say. But then the chance never came up because of the chaos orchestrated by Orochimaru.
After the Chunin exams and the attack of Orochimaru, you hadnât heard of Neji for a while since youâve been tasked to help with the repairs of the village. And when you did hear about him, it was terrible, terrible news.
Sasuke left the village to seek power from the very person who just wrecked havoc in Konoha. His leaving alone left you in despair. What Itachi was to Shisui is exactly what Sasuke means to you, and him doing such a thing without even letting you know makes you feel like a failure both as a friend and as a family.
The news didnât end there, however. Apparently the squad that Shikamaru had led to retrieve Sasuke had been severely injured and were on the brink of death â one of them being Neji.
You remember feeling guilt and regret burning your skin. You remember the shame of not being able to save Sasuke from the darkness and not being able to help the retrieval squad in any way. You blame yourself for the horrible things that happened.
Since then, you have made it a point to visit the squad in the hospital every day, making sure you apologize and thank them for their service. But admittedly, itâs Neji that you always stay with longer.
Itâs not that you arenât comfortable with the others, theyâre really nice and easy to get along with. But they always have other visitors with them, mostly their team members and relatives. Neji, on the other hand, didnât get as many visits since his other teammate, Rock Lee, was also injured because of his fight with Gaara. So Tenten and Guy sensei would switch visits between the two every other day.
Besides that, his clan members rarely ever visited. And you didnât want him to be alone in such trying moments, especially when you didnât get to do anything to prevent this from happening.
As closed off as Neji is, because of your constant visits, you have found a way to worm yourself into the walls he put up. And by the time heâs discharged from the hospital, you somehow became close friends.
From that moment on, you find yourself coming to Neji on times that youâre in despair and in doubt. You trust him enough to tell him your stories, worries, and fears because he doesnât judge you. And he does the same with you.
Neji listens when you want him to listen, and talks when you need him to talk. Heâs quite level headed and very much rational, and because of that he gives the best advice.
With him, you find yourself healing and growing. With you, he finds himself learning to forgive.
Neji easily makes you see things in a different way; a different light; a different perspective, and helps you become a better shinobi and a better person in general.
For you, Neji has such a comforting aura. While heâs sometimes cold and stoic around others, with you, he softens up. With you, heâs gentle; careful even. And itâs because of this that you find yourself admiring him more and more.
But before anything could happen â before you could even confess â the Fourth Shinobi War was declared.
Just like that, time seemed to start running out. And you have lost all hopes of being together with Neji as a lover rather than a friend.
The war is awful. Quite frankly, it overwhelmed you too much, too easily. The bodies lying on the floor with dried out blood reminded you of the massacre of the Uchiha clan. But the only person whoâs able to calm you down and help you move along is Neji.
The both of you fight side by side, always nearby Hinata in case she would need help. When the night comes and the enemies cease their attack, itâs your turn to talk Neji into relaxing a bit because heâs started straining his eyes from too much use. And because itâs you who asked and itâs you whoâs there with him, he knows he and the rest of the Allied Forces are safe, so he rests.
But somehow chaos ensues and in the middle of it, you both get separated. Youâre worried deeply, but you trust his skills and his strength, and you know youâll be reuniting with him again.
And reunited with him you did. But when you have found him once again, heâs blocking out the Ten Tailsâ attack with... his body.
With desperation, you transported to his side as quickly as you can. Summoning your last bits of chakra, you use Susanoo to protect him, Hinata, and Naruto. The last thing you remember is the look of relief on Nejiâs face, but before it could morph into worry, you have already blacked out.
By the time you have woken up, youâre in Konohaâs hospital. The first thing you see is Neji resting his head on the side of your bed, peacefully sleeping, looking as angelic as ever.
Your body aches with every breath you take, even more so with little movement. But you didnât let that deter you from weaving your fingers along the Hyugaâs hair. He stirs almost immediately and then he opens his pretty eyes. He sits up upon seeing you.
âIâm sorry, did I wake you up?â You softly ask.
He doesnât respond to your question. âYouâre awake,â he sighs in relief. âYouâre finally awake. Let me go call Lady Tsunade and Sakura.â He stands up.
But before he can even take a step, you grab his wrist. âStay,â you mumble.
Neji looks at you, reading your face. But then he nods and sits.
âIs it over?â You ask.
âYes, the warâs over.â
âWhat happened after?â
âItâs a long story⊠but tell me, how are you feeling?â
âIâm feeling fine. My body aches, but itâs not a big deal.â
âWhat do you mean itâs not a big deal?!â Neji looks upset that it takes you by surprise. âDo you remember what happened? Didnât you know you almost died?! You almost used up all your chakra to use Susanoo! Thatâs so stupid and reckless!â
His aggressive tone effectively gets you angry. âI did it for you!â You snap. âOf course I remember what happened! Even if I want to forget, the memory is branded in my mind! You fucking wanted to use your body to shield Naruto from that attack, didnât you? How is that not stupid and reckless? Huh?â
Nejiâs chakra flares up as he clenches his jaw. Yet, he doesnât speak.
You breathe out, trying to calm down. You rarely ever fought with Neji and heâs never really raised his voice to you. With your body still tired and aching from the war, you didnât want this conversation to escalate further so you try to diffuse the situation before it blows even more out of proportion.
In a low voice, you speak, âI was so scared, Neji. I didnât want to lose you. Iâve lost everyone Iâve ever loved.â
A tear falls down from your eye and Nejiâs heart breaks at your forlorn state. âI donât want to lose you too. I canâtâŠâ you squeak. âI love you so much, I canât lose you.â
Nejiâs breath hitches at your declaration. He could hear his heart drumming against his chest.
You love him?
He doesnât know if he heard you right or if his mind is just playing tricks on him. It happened before. Heâs loved you for so long⊠and there have been plenty of days he dreamt of hearing you say you love him too. And right now he isnât sure if this is the reality or just another one of his dreams.
As if youâve read his mind â like you always seem to be able to do â you repeat your words. âI love you, Neji.â
Itâs the confirmation that he needs. And hearing your words knocked the wind out of him. âI⊠IâŠâ he starts saying.
But youâve taken his stuttering and his pale, panic-stricken face as a sign of an incoming rejection, so you look down instantly and say, âItâs fine if you donât like me the same way. I just hope we can still be friends afterââ
âNo, I⊠I love you too,â he breathlessly confesses before you even finish your rambling.
Your head whips up after the words left his lips. You stare at him, unbelieving.
And just as you did a while ago, he repeats his words with conviction, âI love you too.â
A smile makes its way to your face, and when he smiles back, you immediately know this is a memory you wonât ever forget.
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anonymous requested:Â i've been thinking about what to request for the past 3 days and i think i've finally got it. can i ask for kaeya or diluc with a crush that's a depressed bard that always composes sad songs and lyrics? here's the twist, though. their songs and lyrics start to cheer up as the two of them become closer friends!
pairing: diluc x gn! reader
style & genre: written; fluff
warnings: none
notes: i decided to do diluc for this one because I think itâd have a great impact on him as a person as well, and iâm here for more fluff with him đ„° i made the lyrics myself for the sake of this fic please go easy on me all i know about music is playing the violin/viola also this is long
i changed the prompt a bit if thatâs alright!
âWho are you exactly?â Diluc eyes you strangely when you look at him with a blank stare. In one hand you have a notebook and in the other is a lyre. You walked in only moments ago, actively avoiding anyoneâs eyes as they knew you werenât from town. You just wanted to go straight to the owner of the tavern and hope to share what you had in that book of yours.
âA bard,â you say. You look around to see a few of the townspeople staring back while the others cheer happily with each other as if an exciting thing had happened. âDo you have room for a performance?â
Diluc raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. You didnât appear to have any double meaning or ill intention in your words, rather, your eyes were just void of any glint of mischief he usually saw in a certain person. But to waltz in one day and ask for something like this so casually, you really werenât from there.
âSure, just donât steal anything.â He is skeptical of you as he is of any one else but you didnât need to know that. You were used to it after all. He directs you to the side of the bar that was supposedly the âperformance stageâ but it didnât matter. Anywhere was fine with you.
The townspeople gradually stop their chatter as you quickly tune your lyre, playing a chord once the strings were ready. The tune that escapes into the air effectively silences any remaining voices. The song you were going to start wasnât one they would usually hear in this city of freedom and apparently cheerfulness.
Your fingers hook at the strings, releasing them with ease as a soulful melody fills the entire tavern. The chord was of the lower register and hummed deeply. Diluc flicks his eyes over to you as he cleans a glass and sees your own eyes are closed.Â
When the night has passed
For then will I be free
Will they see me trample dust
Or let me keep my feet
Your book is open and he can see the words you were singing on the pages. It looks like you just started this line of work given how many pages were left in that book, assuming it was your only one as all you came in with were those two items and a small bag of mora.Â
He doesnât notice how much of an effect your song had until he scans over the tavern patreons. Your voice carries through, swaying through the people to where it grazes a piece of their hearts to reminisce forlorn memories. But your words felt soulful as if they had come from your own experiences. A thought passes over his head which causes his heart to pang before quickly shaking it off when he realizes the feeling.
Ah, so you were this type of bard.Â
Diluc just thinks heâll only see you one time so he lets the thought pass through.
Once your song ends the drunk townspeople cheer loudly among themselves. You are taken aback by all the noise but bow politely to them for their reaction. You take your things as they call out for you to do another song and you shake your head.
âMaybe another time,â you say with slight sorrow to your face or words. They accept the answer and continue on their night and when you turn to leave, Diluc canât stop the words that come out of his mouth.Â
âWhy not stay for a drink?â You look at him incredulously and he crosses his arms, âCall it payment for your services. They seemed to enjoy it.â You make cautious movement as you make your way to a stool. Diluc sets out an apple cider vinegar drink and you sniff at it. Once you take a sip you notice his face at the corner of your sight. The edge of his lip is slightly quirked up as he sighs while cleaning a glass.
It seems they werenât the only ones who enjoyed the song.
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Mondstadt was a city that was very welcoming in comparison to all the other places you spent time at. The people were either unwilling to hear your music or had particular reactions to the pieces you shared. To them, it seemed you didnât understand that bar music was supposed to be lively and something to dance to. Not something to feel sad about.
But you wanted to share it anyways for your songs are one of the few things in life that you are proud of. One of the few things that have filled the emptiness of yourself that you lost those years ago and maybe, just maybe, sharing them will help you feel in some way. To you, these songs are sorrowful, but they shouldnât just make people sad. Thatâs why you were quite surprised at the reactions at Angelâs Share as opposed to those from other places.
They should elicit emotions of nostalgia. Or maybe, you just hadnât found the right experience to make them happier.
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You come back a few nights later and Diluc is working the bar yet again. When he lifts his head, his shoulders sag in relief seeing that it is you. Venti had come by a few times after hearing about you and kept pressing the owner about letting him on the stage as well.Â
He was rejected numerous times in tandem with being asked to pay up for his drink tab.
The same book and lyre are still in hand when you head towards Diluc like you did that first night. He places the glass in his hands down and gives you a nod of his head, âWelcome back.â
âThanks,â You look around and see that the tavern is even fuller than the last night you performed. It seems word had got around of your songs and they had all been waiting patiently for nights now. That was what an attendee had said to you outside the door anyways. âDo you mind?â You gesture to the stage.
âGo for it,â Any sense of caution that seeped through his words when you met him was near to nonexistent now. Maybe it was the impressions you left on the townspeople and their word of mouth the past few days. A depressing bard in the city of freedom in comparison to the other bards was news, especially when this bar had a wonderful voice to listen to.
The bar quiets again with the numerous greetings and cheers in seeing you up there. You flip open your book and thumb through the pages before settling on one song near the middle. It was a two-parter.
Your fingers pick at the strings lightly, slowly adding pressure thus causing the volume to increase subtly. Diluc shifts in his spot as he tries to focus on the tasks at hand but there really isnât anything he is going to lose if he wants to listen.
I ran far in the depths of that same night
They chased me off as they truly had hoped
But I lost my way and wandered far
Met and saw numerous things was how I coped
The townspeople are yet again taken by your voice and melody that they had started to move with the music. Diluc decides to abandon his tasks for a little while, now aware how your music allows him to reflect as you intended.Â
He sees these events before him. The death of one close to him and the loss of someone beside him whom he thought he could trust wholeheartedly. You stop singing but continue with plucking at the strings that calms the atmosphere. It is solemn and relaxing, almost putting the drunkest of the bunch to sleep but through sheer willpower they stay awake to listen on.
Happy and cheerful those that I have seen
But they were not accepting of me
Sharing the harsh reality of these mysteries
How will one otherwise feel so free?
The song ends and a round of cheers erupts, louder than the first night as there were more people. Diluc snaps out of his thoughts and wordlessly fixes you another drink that you take again, albiet still a bit shyly.
âYour lyrics,â Diluc begins and you tense at the sound of his voice, âFrom experience I assume?â He is straightforward, you should know this from the gossip around town. There was nothing in it for you to hide anything from him or anyone else so you tell him.
âYes. Thatâs what makes good music, does it not?â You take a sip of the beverage. It must be a different one as it is much sweeter than the apple cider vinegar. âWhen you can relate to the words yourself. I simply want to share that with the people for reasons even I am unsure of.â
Diluc hums and doesnât look you in the eye for his next words.
âI see. Your voice is quite nice.â
--
You both managed to continue with light chatter that night and he learns that you are staying in Mondstadt for quite a bit. You had no set plans to be in a specific place at any specific time so what was the rush to leave? Among this he is aware of how you speak. There is an ambiguous sorrow in your words from the effect of your past, he believes, that share no optimism but realistic choices that would completely stop the conversation.Â
But he was the same so it continues.Â
His past is the reason for his own apprehension when speaking with strangers but you were a little different. You outright told him your objective and you were just a bard who wanted to share their experience.Â
You learn this of him and it was the first time that you felt light when speaking with someone.
--
âY/n!â They learn of your name after the third night you show up which is another few nights after the second. Some take your music as a lighthearted joke in contrast to their free lives while others pay close attention to the words and sway with the tune.
You give a small grin in acknowledgement before sitting in the stool in front of Diluc. Throughout the weeks you had gotten to know each other a little better besides the titles of The Sorrowful Bard and Diluc of Mondstadt. You were just y/n and he was Diluc.
You always make a point to talk to him before performing, giving a small insight into the meaning behind your words. Last time replayed the sleepless night and doubts as you wandered Teyvat and the time before that was a retelling of an animal that accompanied you for the last months of its life.
âIt knew it had to go yet it decided to follow me, spreading that sadness of loss to me as I was attached.â You said to him that night with dry eyes.
All you tell him is that this song is a little different from your other ones.
He shows more of himself to you, actions he wouldnât typically show to others if it werenât for a certain motive or purpose. But you were not threatening nor wanted something from him. Diluc put a bit of trust in you for that.
You never sing more than one song each night because you want them to take in the words of each song carefully. Like that animal, you wanted to share the sadness but allow them to see the great memories.
This night contains your fourteenth or fifteenth song and it is fairly new. You wrote this in the early hours of the morning with a newfound emotion bustling inside your chest. You were scared when waking up, but felt reassured when there was a hint of melancholy there among an unfamiliar emotion.
The tavern goers look at you with hopeful and excited eyes. You feel warmth in your heart as you remember the times a few of them have come up to you telling you that your music has made it easier to sleep. That your music is inspiring; sad, but inspiring.
You play a chord and Diluc raises a brow in hearing a lighter tone. Underlying is that first low tone in your first night, indicating that you plan to keep a sense of your usual.Â
Then I stumbled in, seeing the light there
Unexpected welcoming I was greeted by
At first there was nothing then passed a while
Uprising something foreign for me to finally cry
Even if your eyes are trained to the floor, they are in his general direction. You didnât know what you were feeling and you sure didnât want to push it.Â
He has his entire attention directed at you.Â
You pluck higher notes much different from the chords you were accustomed to, messing up in a few that no one seemed to notice. You straighten yourself and look over the entire bar, settling your eyes on him for a bit too long for him to notice.
And so thankful am I
To be able to do such as that
And never is it unwelcomed
The beats in my soul are no longer flat
Your eyes stay staring at him and the cheers drown out. Dilucâs hand raises a few centimeters from the counter but you have already picked up your book and instrument and left.
The drink is untouched as he follows after you, thanks to Charles.
--
You feel like you canât breathe but there is physically nothing blocking your airway. You assumed it was due to the collection of body heat in the tavern but even the cool night air did nothing to soothe the burning in your face.Â
Why did I look at him? Why was he looking back? What does this mean?
âY/n!â You gasp at the sound of his voice and as you turn around you hope that it was just in your head. Your mouth opens and closes but you canât speak. you donât know what to say.
Truthfully, he doesnât either.Â
Diluc didnât know what to expect when you told him it would be different. He definitely didnât expect for the song to be about him. He had deducted this reasoning and confirmed it when your eyes met and to you leaving.
In that room he felt the same: his face was warm and his heartbeat picked up when you lingered your gaze on him. He didnât know what this feeling was either.Â
Neither of you are speaking, the breeze brushing through.
âIâm sorry!â You say, bowing your head so he cannot see the tears of confusion, frustration, and something else running down your face.
âWhy are you apologizing?â He is near you now and he can feel you jump at his touch on your shoulder. When you donât push him off he moves his gloved hand to cup your face to lift it up. This is the first time heâs seen you cry.Â
Ironic, given your songs.Â
Diluc lightly presses his thumb to your cheek to brush off a tear. âApologizing is for if youâve done something wrong. You have done nothing of the sort.â
âAre you sure?â You say without hesitation. It is an automatic response, built upon the hardening of your heart and soul through your travels. Diluc chuckles, a small smile on his face.
âI am sure.â
--
You strum lightly, a newfound lightness to you that almost everyone has noticed. Your songs still have that sorrowful reality to them but at the end they have changed. Seeing more of the graceful and fulfilling beauty of life.
Diluc still fixes you drinks after every performance and indulges you in conversation. This time around, however, he leans in closer and places his hand closer to yours.
And you are thankful to feel that emotion.
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Heyo, this is my first time asking (im kinda new to tumblr, so please dont judge) if you would'nt mind, could you do some headcannons (or oneshots, it dosen't matter) with all the demon bros and a MC who is crippled/paralized in their legs, and has to use a wheelchair to get around? Thank you!!
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This is the first time Iâve written about a crippled MC, so I hope I didnât fuck this up or anything. I found out that being paralysed in both legs is a disability called Paraplegia so thatâs how I titled this post. And yâall are too sweet, you are more than welcome anon! I hope I can portray this properly because I am not crippled myself so Iâve opted to do some research before writing this! I hope you like it! Also, I feel inclined to add that none of the brothers would treat you too differently if you happen to have a disability because youâre their human nonetheless :)
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The Brothers with an MC that has Paraplegia and needs a wheelchair to get around:
Lucifer:
-Lucifer was in charge of choosing the final human, exchange student for the program so itâs guaranteed he already knew about your predicament before you even arrived
-Him and Diavolo probably had many meetings concerning your disability before the program could commence, considering that being unable to walk would double the chances of you getting killed since you are obviously more vulnerable
-Not to mention all the treatment you would require
-Lucifer is not well versed in human illnesses and disorders, but he makes sure that he is educated enough on the matter before you get brought down there
-It would not be easy, but he is determined to help you survive your year in DevilDom for the princeâs sake
-First problem of the day was, of course, your wheelchair
-Due to lack of time, Lucifer was unable to instal ramps around the House of Lamentation which meant that for the first couple of weeks, someone wouldâve had to help you move around certain parts of the house
-He gave that highly prestigious job to himself because he didnât trust his brothers and thought they would accidentally drop you and your wheelchair down the stairs
-He talks a lot to you, even at the beginning, because he needs to establish your needs and what he should do to make sure you donât die for the following year
-You would have to tell him about physical therapy and how most commonly it uses heat, massage and exercise to stimulate your nerves and muscles, making it a great treatment for people with leg paralysis
-Once you two enter a more intimate and personal relationship, itâs more than likely heâll help you perform those things himself (instead of kidnapping a human doctor from somewhere)
-Lucifer knows you have no problem getting around with your wheelchair by yourself but there are times where heâll insist to push you along in order to give you a quick break
-I can totally imagine you two strolling around DevilDom and having cosy chats about RAD and your adjustments to DevilDom
-He has a softer side to him that heâs afraid to show most of the time, but he feels so at ease when youâre around, itâs hard for him to hold that part of him hidden from you
-Of course, your safety still remains his primary concern and he acts more like your guardian than Mammon does, even if he was originally supposed to look out for you
-He will accompany you almost anywhere. And if he canât, heâll have one or more of his brothers do it. And even then heâs probably lurking nearby, just in case
-He would always be willing to listen about your condition, if you wished to tell him whether you were born with the defect or why you ended up crippled later in life. Either way, heâs all ears
-If you would rather not speak about it, he wouldnât pry and respect your decision because he knows itâs not his place to pressure you
-Because of your paralysis, itâs quite obvious to demons that you are even weaker (physically speaking) than most humans and that usually puts a target on your back
-Howver, never fear, because Lucifer is pretty quick to put lower rank demons in their place with just a mere stare
-Oop one of them passed out from the fear, haha
-In conclusion, heâs the most responsible when it comes your comfort and safety during your stay
-He makes sure you are always left in good hands and and provides most of the requirements you need
-Yâall should see how his wings puff up when he senses a threat approaching you, he looks like a peacock ready to go on attack lol
Mammon:
-The second born is unsurprisingly a bit of a jerk at first
-He stays really grumpy the whole day of your arrival because heâs stuck babysitting you stupid human
-âLucifer câmon, whatâs all this workload for? The human canât even walk by themselves, why do I have to help them out?â
-Wtf Mammon you canât say shit like that
-Anyways, the following very few days, the only thing heâs thinking about is how much money he could sell your wheelchair for
-Heâs the literal incarnation of greed, what else did you expect from him?
-After a while, he starts feeling a bit guilty every time he thinks about it though
-Mammon is gonna take this secret to the grave (laughs in immortal) but he actually really likes pushing you around
-Maybe itâs because itâs a clear indication to everyone around him that you are HIS human, under HIS protection and therefore you trust HIM the most since he was your FIRST MAN
-He will insist on helping you get out of that thing when you need to go to bed and stuff every night and he will get pouty real fast if you let any of his other brothers do it
-You wake up to him trying to roll around in your wheelchair one night at like 3am
-At some point, he stole a wheelchair from the human realm to match with his human. You can guess the consequences of his actions
-I can imagine you having to face a staircase or something at school and Mammon being like:
-âFuck it, imma carry this fragile human instead; wheelchair and all!â
-Like you were a sack of potatoes or something smh
-Cue his brothers watching him from a distance as he heaves you and basically weight-lifts you up the stairs
-Ok but every now and again, he gets so sad thinking about you not being able to walk, like he starts crying kinda sad
-While you stand there like đ âWhy are you crying?â
-Heâs so quick to help if he senses youâre in danger too
-Itâs canon that Mammon is crazy fast if he wants to be so if he has even the slightest impression that your life is threatened, his feet are already moving
-He will charge at your immediate threat at around 120 miles per hour-do not try him when heâs mad
-âThe Great Mammon saved the day! Câmon MC, letâs go buy some ice cream. My treat! Ya better be grateful!â
-He says while the demon that tried to eat you lies on the floor with about a dozen broken bones
-Mammon is the second most powerful demon out of all of his brothers, even if he doesnât resort to violence often
Levi:
-He didnât really know how to react when you first teleported to DevilDom
-I mean, from the very beginning he considered you to be a human normie but at the same time, he felt bad you were stuck with his brothers for the rest of the year
-I think he would understand you would have an even harder time integrating yourself in their house because of your disability and he knows his siblings are really fucking annoying, always pushing you around and whatnot
-So, he kinda lets you hide in his room quite often
-You guys chill out in there all the time, much to the dismay of the other brothers who also want to spend time with you
-At some point, Levi definitely begged asked Lucifer to let you start online classes with him
-âBut wouldnât it be easier for MC to do online school from home rather than go to R.A.D since there arenât any ramps or anything around there???â
-âThe answer is no Leviathan.â
-âUgh fine! What a fucking boomer-â
-For some reason, he gets so flustered whenever you ask him to push you around
-He blushes right to the tips of his ears and then he starts sputtering some nonsense that you canât make out at all
-But heâs more than happy to do it, especially if you guys are going to a convention or if heâs dragging you out to buy new merch
-You two would get along in the sense that Levi realises the struggles you faced all your life were tough to overcome and he believes you are just like him
-Usually left out by other people, ignored even
-He knows you always listen to him ramble on about whatever he is currently obsessed with and how much you check up on him to make sure he never isolated himself
-He wants to do that for you too! Talk to him about your hobbies, please Iâm begging you-he feels so bad whenever heâs doing all the talking
-If you ask him to help you with anything (getting something, helping you into bedâthat sort of thing), he legally and physically canât say ânoâ
-And he would get envious enough to stop talking to you for a day or two if you let his brothers do it instead (the second and third born are indeed similar lmao)
-S T A Y I N H I S R O O M, W H E R E Y O U C A N B E P R O T E C T E D !
-He will feel so much more at ease if youâre in his room because to him, thatâs his haven
-If youâre in there with him, that means youâre not getting involved in his siblingsâ endless and dangerous shenanigans
-Whenever youâre at school, he canât help but worry about your well-being
-Because youâre human! Youâre gonna get killed!! Do you know how much your organs sell on the black market in DevilDom??? 100x more than in the human realm, thatâs for sure
-Would they have a black market or would it be a regular market lol
-For some reason, he also likes staying in your wheelchair when youâre not using it
-I think he just takes comfort in knowing itâs something that belongs to you and smells like you and-
-OK Levi, sit back down
-He wouldnât treat you any differently if you had a disability tbh, but heâd be more concerned because you canât even run away or anything
-So heâs so fuckinâ relieved when you guys are just vibing in his room
-He could die happy knowing he kept his best friend/ partner safe
Satan:
-Satan would be even more prepared for your arrival than Lucifer would, in a sense
-Out of all of his brothers, heâs most likely to understand and recognise paraplegia (either from studying human illnesses/birth defects/disabilities or from encountering humans with said disability)
-Heâs a smart boy, alright?
-Always seems to be the first to notice if you need help or if someoneâs bothering you
-Though in the very beginning, he was pretty tempted to just let you get killed to see how angry Lucifer could get
-Seeing dear Luciâs misery brings him great joy đ„°đ„°đ„°
-Once you two manage to build a very honest and strong relationship, he feels more and more inclined to keep you out of harmâs way
-Pls, he would feel so honoured if you let him push you around (itâs like you asked him to h*ld h*nds or something)
-If you require treatment of any kind, he would be so happy to help
-But in a subtle way...?
-Satan makes it seem so smooth too like he doesnât mind lending a helping hand when in reality heâs all giddy inside
-*Kinda wants to rub it in his brothersâ faces but at the same no, because heâs definitely the bigger person here
-He wants to know how your wheelchair works
-Itâs got all of these neat mechanisms and he wants to learn how theyâre constructed because he never had the chance to inspect one before
-Heâs such a sweetheart about asking you as well and never pries about your disability unless you start elaborating yourself
-Most of the time, he acts all charming and very gentleman-like
-So people have a hard time spotting and acknowledging the building rage inside of him every time he sees you are threatened by some moronic low rank demon
-Satanâs usually chill when it comes to injuries, unless he can see youâre in horrible pain
-Thereâs nothing a few spells canât accomplish
-But when others purposefully try harming you?
-Itâs like he loses all the self control heâs been trying to perfect over the centuries and he canât help himself from at least breaking someoneâs rib cage
-Satanâs a weird one because heâs protective of you even though heâs more on the relaxed side when compared to his siblings
-He very much acknowledges that you made it this far in life with your predicament so he doesnât feel the need to baby you or anything
-Youâre strong and he knows this
-Itâs one of the many things he clearly loves about you
-That one time you rolled over Mammonâs foot with your wheelchair on purpose, he was wheezing
Asmo:
-Even now, he canât help but wonder what it would be like to be stuck inside a wheelchair for the rest of his eternal life
-I mean, heâd obviously still be absolutely fabulous, have you seen him? Heâs gonna be gorgeous either way
-But after the two of you meet, he definitely starts thinking about how he takes his feet for granted all the time
-It would be so difficult to complete his daily tasks without the ability to walk or run around
-Thatâs why he gets sad every time he remembers thatâs your reality and on days like that, youâve noticed he gives you a helluva lot more attention than usual
-He knows you donât need pity or anything so heâs just making sure his human has all the support they can get
-Paraplegia or not, shopping trips are still a go-go
-He loves buying you clothes! And he loves helping you try them on! Asmo takes it very seriously
-Might have a go at the employees if theyâre being rude to you
-You donât even ask him to, but he subconsciously starts pushing you around himself whenever the two of you are out together
-âMC! Look at that new shop thatâs just opened! Isnât it adorable? We have to check it out!â
-He canât help it! Thereâs so many places he wants to visit, he sort of just drags you with him wherever he goes
-Even at home, he always pops out of nowhere to coax you into coming to his room
-Yâall have so many skin routines to do each day
-Like heâs in your room most nights to greet you goodnight and tuck you in, with the rest of his brothers it gets so awkward at times
-Asmo just wants to see you smile, ok? He thinks you have a beautiful smile and laugh and he wants to remind you that youâre marvellous, disability or not
-And if anyone does anything to put an end to your self confidence, he will swiftly put an end to their life
-Please, heâs a pro at ruining lives, heâs been doing it for centuries
-Asmo has such a huge influence over the people in DevilDom, he just needs to make this one post on Devilgram to end said demonâs whole career
-I mean, who is he compared to him, Hmm? So donât worry MC, scum like that donât even deserve to breathe the same air as you :)
-That one time Mammon tried lifting you up the stairs and Asmo started shrieking, like put them down! Donât manhandle them like that, poor human :(
Beel:
-I know I sound repetitive, but he would be an overall sweetheart to you no matter the circumstances
-If Mammon is not by your side, then Beel definitely is
-His big, scary aura and figure usually scares off any threat in a 10 mile radius
-Most demons donât fancy being eaten by the Avatar of Gluttony, ya know?
-Idk why but I feel like heâd be the type to ask for oral consent every time he wanted to push you around
-He doesnât want to make you uncomfortable :(
-Surprisingly also the type to lift you and your wheelchair whenever an obstacle gets in your way
-You basically weigh the same amount as a paper plate compared to him, so he has no problem doing so
-He doesnât really understand your condition as well as Satan may do, but heâs trying his best
-You mean so much to him and he feels itâs only fair he learns more about your disability as a thank you for what youâve done for him
-He has a rough time keeping up with you when it comes to stuff like physical therapy because heâs very unfamiliar with it but that doesnât mean heâs not gonna help
-Of course, Beel believes that this is the second best way to show you how much he cares for you besides the obvious âI love youâ
-Giving you a hand whenever you need his support the most
-Thatâs his way of saying âIâm not going to let you down. I want you to trust me, the same way I trust you.â
-And knowing him, he will try to do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound
-After a while, youâre bound to notice heâs the first one to pull you out of his brothersâ pranks before you have a chance to get hurt
-Beel is always the one handing you stuff from high places you canât reach, without teasing you for it like Mammon might do
-Always the first one to remind you to get plenty of rest and to eat enough
-He wants to protect you and his brothers because he knows he failed to do so with Lilith so yeah, heâs a bit overprotective at times
-He doesnât mean to be overbearing, but he gets so anxious knowing youâre by yourself
-After a few months of getting accommodated with him, your disability is no longer brought up in the conversation
-Because he doesnât care that you are crippled and forced to use a wheelchair
-You are part of his family and he loves you no matter what
Belphie:
-He didnât really care, even when you first met and his hatred for humans was at its very peak
-It didnât matter that you had a disability
-All that mattered to him at the time was killing you to satisfy that deeply rooted need of vengeance inside of him
-Though he was sort of surprised his brothers didnât get to you first
-In general, heâs pretty chill about you being crippled in both legs
-It takes too much effort to worry about your well-being 24/7 after all
-Surprisingly, he does keep an eye out for you if his siblings arenât nearby
-Itâs his redemption arc people, heâs trying to be nicer
-But he has such an irritating way of showing his affection for you
-Do not let him push you around
-Heâs either going to a) fall asleep after 30 seconds and slump over you in the middle of RADâs halls
-Or b) be annoying and fling your wheelchair in every direction possible just to piss you off
-He likes messing with you because you give him the best reactions and he thrives on that
-Youâve almost fallen off your wheelchair multiple times because of this asshole
-Not that heâd actually let you fall, he just wants to see how easily he can get you to yell at him
-Speaking of said wheelchair, like Mammon and Levi, he also loves using it when youâre not
-Youâve woken up to him curled up and asleep in that thing quiet often and heâs gotten in trouble over it every time with Lucifer
-But he doesnât care
-And at this point, I donât think even he knows whether heâs doing it to get a reaction out of you or because he somehow found a way to make himself comfortable there
-He would low key use you as a mode of transportation every time you go to RAD
-Just clings the damn wheelchair and almost topples both of you over
-âBelphie, thereâs nothing stopping you from walking đâ
-âShh, just bring me to class and let me nap until then.â
-He doesnât mention your legs but he still lays his head on your lap often
-Might make you hold him like a bride every time you stroll around the house
-Itâs done out of love, I promise đđ
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Salvation
Plot: Once people start questioning Carlisleâs age, worry floods him that he might never tell you how he truly feels about you.
Requested by Anon: Carlisle finds the female reader, who's a fellow Doctor and he has had a crush on (assuming Esme doesn't exist), her bitten or bleeding to death and turning her?
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader (But can be read as GN as I didnât use she/her pronouns)
Key: Italics = Flashbacks
Warnings: Blood, Death, Mentions of Anxiety
Wordcount: 2.2K
A/N: Sorry it has taken so long to get a full piece of work out but hopefully this was worth the wait! The ending is cheesy so I do apologise in advance, but Iâm tempted to do a part 2.. maybe??
Carlisle often liked to go for walks in the moonlight, the dead of night helped him when he needed to think. When he needed to be on his own.
He had thought that himself and the others had a good few years left in Forkâs before people questioned his age, Alice had suggested saying that he had good genes, Emmett opted for saying he had plastic surgery. Neither would be a good enough excuse.
Even though Carlisle tried to think of what to say when people questioned him, his mind only went to one thing. You. The sweet doctor who always seemed to look up to him, you saw Carlisle as a mentor as he had been doing this longer than you. Not that he was going to say how long.
The moment Carlisle met you on your first day he couldnât help but be infatuated with you, it was obvious you were a kind soul otherwise you wouldnât be in the profession youâre in.
âYou must be __ right? Iâm Dr Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle or whatever youâre comfortable with.â Looking over at the man with a smile, you couldnât help but realise the receptionist was right about there being âeye candyâ here. Carlisle was an attractive man, but you had to stay professional since he was your colleague. Nothing more, even though you were already having thoughts about him.
âLovely to meet you Carlisle.â The two of you shook hands and you couldnât help but notice how cold his skin was. Deciding against asking if he was okay, you followed him since Carlisle was the one that had been chosen to show you the ropes.
âIâm sure youâll fit in around here quickly, it isnât a big hospital so itâs not easy to get lost.â The smile that he gave you made your cheeks go hot, hoping he didnât notice you only gave him a warm smile in return before speaking. Carlisle noticed.
âHow long have you worked here then?â You often get told off for your curious nature, having had your mother tell you not to ask too many questions and only speak when spoken too. So you often avoided asking too many questions. But much to your surprise, Carlisle didnât mind.
âA few years.â He answered as the two of you walked beside one another, Carlisle was right about the hospital not being that big. With the town not having many people reside within it, there wasnât much need for one of those big-city hospitals you often saw on television.
Before you could even answer, Carlisle had started to explain and show the schedule for today. He was passionate about his work, the way his eyes lit up as he spoke made butterflies form in your stomach.
This man was surely going to be the death of you.
Carlisle couldnât help but smile to himself as he thought back to meeting you for the first time, but the happiness of being around you wouldnât last long the more people questioned him. Carlisle and his family needed to leave Forks.
He didnât want to go, in fact he wished they still had a good few years here. But Carlisle knew all too well that when people started questioning them, it was time. No matter how bad they wanted to stay, they couldnât never stay in one place for too long.
_
The family meeting with his adopted children didnât go down well, of course, they had moved around a lot. But they didnât expect it to happen so soon, they lasted around ten years in Alaska before the questions rolled in, Carlisle knew they would be anything but happy.
âI canât see why you just donât use the plastic surgery route.â Sure enough, Emmett grinned as Rosalie took his idea into account, it wasnât often many people did anyway. âYou have the money, people would believe it Carlisle.â
âWhen did you all suddenly get attached to this town?â The silence filled the room like loud music, getting attached to a place didnât happen to any of them often. But Forkâs was rather relaxing, not to mention the scenery was beautiful.
âI donât see why youâre wanting to leave so suddenly, especially after your infatuation with that doctor.â Carlisle shouldâve known that Edward would know and make a comment soon enough, the boy could read everyoneâs thoughts so privacy wasnât an option in this household.
âWhat doctor?â Jasper asked as all but Alice looked over, it being clear to everyone that she knew as well. After all, Alice and Edward seemed to be the closest with one another so they told each other everything.
Carlisle gave Edward and Alice a stern look, itâs not that he didnât want the others to know about his love for you. He just didnât want to keep talking about you as it was making his heart ache, just knowing that he wouldnât ever be able to be with you now was something that upset him greatly. Thinking about it only made it worse.
Deciding to leave the house to be on his own, the thoughts started to roll in as Carlisle realised he would never feel the weight of you curled up to him. Never see how wonderful you look in the morning, even with bed-head he was sure you looked like an angel.
Waiting until he was in his car, the tears started to roll down his cheeks as Carlisle thought back to you. He often didnât let people see him cry, it wasnât that he was ashamed he just didnât want to bring attention to himself.
Even when he lost a patient he rarely cried, even then he managed to keep it in until he was alone.
âAre you alright?â You knew it was a stupid question the moment it left your mouth, any doctor that lost a patient always felt the grief overtake their body. Spending so much time with the patient to get them healthy, only for them to die was hard. You were yet to experience such a thing.
The patient in question, Mrs Elizabeth Wilson, was an elderly lady who had come into the hospital after she had fallen ill from an infection. She was already in the hospital when you started working there, she had been Carlisleâs patient for a few days. Not long but enough to form trust with one another.
âSorry.. that was a stupid question.â Carlisle noticed something about you within the days of you working here, you often apologize for things that werenât even your fault. If someone spilt their coffee over you or even bumped into you, youâd be the one to apologise for supposedly getting in the way.
Carlisle knew it was anxiety without even asking, not that he would anyway. That was private and none of his business.
âNo, it isnât.â Shaking his head, Carlisle motioned for you to sit down with him. The two of you both in the staff room on your breaks, even though he rarely went on a break throughout the day. It wasnât like he needed to.
Moving to sit down across from him, you couldnât help but marvel at his features. Even grief-stricken, Carlisle was beautiful.
âIâll be fine, losing a patient never does get easier though,â Carlisle admitted with a heavy sigh, he remembers every patient heâs lost in all his years of living. âBut you just tend to deal with it better.â
âIâm here if you want to talk.. or drink. Iâm told I make a good martini.â Smiling when you heard him laugh, as cheesy as it sounded, Carlisleâs laugh was like music to your ears.
He was truly something special.
As Carlisle drove, the rain hit the car, the windshield wipers moving it from his sight each second the rain hit the glass. He had driven in a circle across town twice, contemplating visiting you to say goodbye. Even if it seemed strange to turn up at your doorstep, Carlisle couldnât not see you one last time.
Sitting in his car once he got to the front of your house, part of him wanted to leave to save himself from seeing you upset. The thought alone made Carlisle hurt, but he knew that he needed some closure on how you felt about him. It sounded selfish, very unlike himself, but Carlisle needed to know if you harboured the same feelings for him as he had for you. Even if the answer would cause him pain.
If his body could do such a thing, Carlisle knew that goosebumps would be running all over his body the moment he smelled the blood coming from inside your home. Even if it was a small cut from you cooking or a scrape from a fall, he had to make sure you werenât in any immediate danger.
The Volturi had their ways of trying to get him to join them once again, threatening the people he loved was the number one thing on their list. So thatâs the first thing that ran through his mind, that they had gotten to you.
â___!â Carlisle waited for an answer, he didnât want to break a window to get in unless it was absolutely necessary. But it seemed that someone had already done that job for him, walking to the side of your house he noticed the shattered glass first before the scent of your blood getting strong from the broken window. The crimson substance being stained on the glass as well caught his eye.
Without a second thought, Carlisle climbed inside. Following the trail of blood on the floor, his heart sank and fear soon started to set in as he didnât want to know what was at the end of the trail. But if it meant seeing you half dead and saving your life, it was a risk he was willing to take. Carlisle just hoped he didnât have to change you, he would if he had to but only if you were so close to death that there was no way youâd make it out alive.
Even though Rosalie never said it to his face, part of her disliked Carlisle for changing her. He didnât want you to feel the same way towards him, to detest Carlisle for all of eternity as he wasnât sure how he would take it.
But there you were, lying on your back on the kitchen floor surrounded in your own blood. You looked close to death and sure enough, Carlisle knew what he had to do to save your life.
Carlisleâs clothes and hands were soon soaked in blood once he ran and knelt down to your side, there were bite marks over your arms, he didnât even need to ask who by to know they had come for you.
They had taken so much blood from your system that he could hear your heart start to fade from existence, you were still conscious but barely able to know your surroundings or that he was even here by your side. Confused and dazed.
â__âŠ?â All Carlisle got out of you was the flutter of your eyelids starting to close, no response at all to him saying your name. The fear of losing you overtook the fear of you hating him for all of eternity, Carlisle couldnât leave you here to die. He wasnât going to let that happen.
âIâm so sorry __..â
Within that moment you felt like your body was on fire, you had no idea what was happening but all you could feel was a burning type sensation on your skin and Carlisleâs teeth inside your neck.
He was like the others that had attacked you.
You tried so bad not to focus on the pain, so desperately trying to push Carlisle from you but your arms didnât want to move. It was like you were paralysed, not able to speak or move but to just let yourself be drained even more.
What you didnât know was that Carlisle wasnât feeding off of you, in all of his years of being a vampire he was happy he had never had the urge to hurt another human being. Most didnât have the restraint to do so.
As soon as Carlisle pulled away once he was sure the venom was running through your system, guilt started to set into his body once he noticed the look you were giving him.
You werenât even sure what was going on, a dazed and confused expression lay on your face as you didnât know what had been done to you. All you knew that you were in pain, but the process of change was going to be even worse. Carlisle knew that much.
Everyoneâs reaction to being turned was different, some were more sensitive than others, and in this case your body seemed to not agree with the venom within your body.
You werenât going to die from this, but the process of turning from human to vampire was going to be much more painful.
Carlisle picked you up into his arms gently as your body trembled and started to walk into the woods near your home, going to his car would cause suspicion if anyone saw the blood. It was going to be a long time until you would forgive him. He wasnât even sure if you would at this point.
But he promised himself that no matter the outcome, he would cherish and look after you, keep you out of harms way.
Forever.
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chapter 30
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đ€đąđ«đŻđą: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7
đ°đČđȘđȘđđŻđ¶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now youâre grown up, theyâve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that theyâre broken?
đ/đ«: another yoongles focus lol i just figured out that i really don't have much to say in these things anymore, i might save the a/n's for the end next time
đŽđđŻđ«đŠđ«đ€đ°: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language
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This is not exactly how you expected to meet Min Yoongi.
His hand tightens around your wrist as he drags you through the halls of BigHit, and you silently pray that your small legs can keep up.
Looking up at him, you can't help but be a bit confused.
Why is he so angry anyway?
You didn't do anything to him.
Certainly nothing worth yanking your arms off.
Wincing as he turns a corner, your eyes widen as he opens a door and practically shoves you inside a dark room. You stumble a bit, an inner instinct inside of you resurfacing. You find yourself frantically looking for any form of exit, any form of a way out. When you find none, you swallow hard, feeling your hands palpitate with cold sweat and your breathing run short. Turning briskly to where Yoongi stands in front of the door, you step forward, ready to push past him and bolt before youâre hurt, but the look in his eyes stops you.
Theyâre soft, confused and slightly caught off guard. You wonder if the fear that prickles off of your skin is as evident to him as it is to you. Taking a deep breath, you swallow hard, trying hard not to show your discomfort. Inwardly, you chastise yourself for even considering that Min Yoongi would have any malicious intent towards you, but you can't help it when put into a situation like this...
Dark room.
Blocked exits.
No way of escape.
You can't help but be on your guard.
A bit confused, but choosing not to question it, Yoongi gestures towards a clothing rack to the left. Blinking, you turn towards it, begging yourself to relax. When he advances into the room, however, you flinch and frantically back up, straight into a tray of forgotten makeup and hair products.
He immediately stops at the reaction, and you downcast your eyes shamefully praying he doesnât realize what youâve tried so hard to cover up. However, as he takes in your frightened eyes, tense stance, and the shallow breath, he knows that somehow he has triggered a memory.
From the looks of it, even a form of trauma.
Definitely not what I expected.
Taking a deep breath, he turns on the light before turning to you with his hands up in a form of surrender. Almost a peace treaty. "Relax, I'm just trying to get a shirt for you."
You swallow hard, already feeling a bit better with the light on. Chuckling nervously, you straighten and nod, running your hand through your hair.
"O-of course you were. What else would you be doing?" you try to swallow the sudden rise of bile in your throat as you rub your arms violently to ease the chill your memories have brought you.
Yeah.
What else indeed.
Confused, but choosing to leave matters out of his hand alone, Yoongi returns to his task and rummages through the clothes dangling on the coat rack. Once he's found his prize, he turns to you and throws it towards you. Your eyes widening, you hardly catch it before he's already heading out of the door.
"Shirt." He explains bluntly, and you nod, a bit surprised that he used English. You smile inwardly at the sentiment, however. The small taste of home certainly helped you to regain your composure. You give a weak smile and tighten your grip around the shirt, hoping that it would be a better outlet to release the emotions bottled inside.
"Thank you." You murmur, and he nods before turning to leave.
He almost makes it out the door, but when he remembers something, he turns back to you.
"Do you know the way back?"
"Back...?" you mutter, a bit confused, and he rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to smile.
Looks like she's back to normal.
"To the dressing room, you're supposed to help us with the photo shoot today." Your eyes widen at his explanation, and you faintly remember your soiled schedule. Cursing under your breath, you wish you had at least taken a picture of the thing before heading to perform your duties. Maybe then you'd have a backup.
Well, guess that's a good thing to remember next time.
Realizing Yoongi is still waiting for a reply, you snap out of your reverie and smile.
"Oh, yes. I think I can manage." He nods before turning around and finally leaving you alone, the door closing with a few words of encouragement.
"Hurry up."
With that, the door is shut firmly behind him and you let out a small breath.
Well, no need to be so cold.
But then again, it was kind of him to offer you a shirt and not to pry when you had that slight panic attack. If you can even call it that. Sighing, you turn to the mirror and place your hands on the desk, staring deep into your hollow eyes.
It wasn't always this way.
There was a time when these eyes sparkled with life. When they were filled with joy and happiness, not a care in the world. Where you could smile without a weight on your heart dragging you down. Where you could live without feeling guilty of it.
Why do you feel guilty?
He deserved what he got.
He deserved to die for what he did to you.
âBut still...he was my father.â
Biting your bottom lip, you hardly notice it as your teeth pierce through your skin and blood begins to trickle down your chin. Only when the taste of iron on your tongue pierces through do you realize. Flinching, you shakily wipe the blood away and lick your bottom lip as though that will erase the pain bound tightly to your heart.
No, nothing can erase this.
I don't think anything ever will.
Swallowing hard, you choose to forget that which is best not to be pondered over. Turning the shirt Yoongi found for you, you slowly unbutton your own, pulling it out of the plaid skirt you've garnered today. You're thankful Yoongi has managed to find you a similar shirt to the one you brought in today. A white button-up that reminds you of the 19th century. Something a high-class man would wear to a gala per se. You smirk at the ruffles at the end of your sleeves and try to avoid your reflection in the mirror as you pull it on over your bra.
The only thing you would see would be another daily dose of self-deprecation and hatred.
You'd rather stop before it started.
Once the shirt is buttoned and tucked safely in your skirt, a few small touches added by you in order to fit your look, you look at your reflection and smile faintly. For a man's shirt, it fits your frame quite snugly. You wonder who exactly it belongs to, but figure you could just ask Yoongi later.
This should do nicely.
Smiling weakly in satisfaction, you turn to the door and open it.
You weren't expecting to see a very fatigued Yoongi leaning against the wall right next to the entrance. So you'd say your reaction was justified.
He would probably think otherwise.
At your shriek, he jumps halfway out of the air before turning to you in surprise.
"What the hell was that?!" He cries, and your eyes widen in ignorance.
"Me?! What about you? I thought you were going back to the dressing room!"
"Well, I--" he breaks off, finding nothing to say, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. Swallowing hard, he turns his face away from you. "You were taking too long."
Rolling your eyes, you scoff.
Sorry, but I didn't think I was on a time clock.
"Besides, I didn't trust you to get there on your own." He explains, turning back to you with a scowl. You narrow your eyes at him yourself before noticing the slight rosy hue to his cheeks.
Is he...embarrassed?
Clearing his throat, he shakes his head before brushing past you and heading back the way you came.
"Let's go."
You stand there in stunned silence before turning to his retreating figure. Smirking a bit to yourself, you scoff in disbelief before jogging to catch up to him. You want to thank him for his help, but as the two of you head back, you find it hard to start a conversation with him.
Biting the inside of your cheek you turn to him, trying to study his expression.
He definitely has some sort of hidden animosity towards you even though the two of you have never met before now. However, he doesn't seem to hate you. He's been kind to you so far. In his own...weird way. But if he doesn't hate you then what's the reason for his behavior? Sometimes he seems perfectly fine, and then others he seems to be incredibly angry by your presence.
Then again...your presence is sort of foreign to him.
Maybe he just needs time warming up?
"She's hardly qualified."
Or maybe...
He knows you don't belong here.
"Do you need something?"
Jolting back to reality, you blink and find Yoongi to be regarding you with a perplexed gaze. Quickly, you snatch your eyes away and laugh nervously. You hadn't realized you were gawking at him this whole time.
"No, it's nothing..."
His expression changes as soon as you look away, darkens into something nearly unrecognizable. Turning away, he swallows hard, as though holding himself back. You, however, find this as a perfect outlet to start a conversation.
"I was just...wondering...W-why are you doing the shoot here?"
He shrugs, trying to avoid your gaze as much as possible.
"It's more convenient this way. Does the shirt fit?"
"Hm? Oh! Uhm, yes it does. Thank you."
He nods in response.
"Good, that was Enhypen's dressing room. They hardly use it other than the times they visit our company for shoots and such. Sunoo has a smaller build than most in our company so I thought it'd work best for you." He examines the shirt on you, and you can't help but blush, half wondering if you should cover-up. "Hm. It's tight in some areas but definitely better than wearing something like Jimin's."
You blush profusely at the comment and cross your arms around your chest. You have half a mind to smack him right then and there, but as a group of employees pass by you, you're forced to hold back. He smirks in satisfaction at your reaction, and you scowl.
"I see...thank you." You mutter between gritted teeth. He doesn't respond, just continues to smile that smug smile. Turning the corner, you find yourself in another realm of silence, but this time you don't really have the urge to talk to him.
He on the other hand...
"Has BangPD talked to you yet?"
Your ears perk at that and you turn to him, shocked.
How did he...
"I'm sorry?"
"About being a trainee." He replies with that debonair air about him. Swallowing hard, it takes you a while to respond.
âHow did you know?â He gives a look at the ambiguous answer, but you meet it as an equally indignant one. You feel as though you have a right to know, and you wonât answer him so easily about something you werenât aware he even knew about. Sighing when itâs clear you wonât give in as easily as he thought, he answers you.
âBangPD met with us to discuss your training.â
ââUs?â You mean...â
âYes, BTS. He said as shareholders of the company, it was only right for us to know he was considering training you. He wanted our opinion.â
In short, they were deciding your life before you even had a chance to decide.
You donât know why, but the thought puts a sick feeling in your stomach. The fact that a group of people were discussing whether or not to trust you, to accept you without even half of them getting a chance to know you or your abilities...Who gave them the right to decide that? Who gave them the right to take control of your future?
And what if you say yes? Do they even want you to succeed? What if they do? What if saying no let down their expectations? Why werenât you told about this? Why werenât you a part of the conversation?
Was it really too much of a risk?
"So?" He prompts before pausing in front of an elevator door and pressing the up button to the dressing room. "What did you say?"
You give him a look, hoping that will let him know that you don't want to talk about this anymore, but he doesn't seem to care. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly and you find that even if you wanted to, you wouldn't know what to say.
Does he think that this is an easy decision? There are things to consider, your future to think about, people who could be affected...
But really, what is there to consider?
You don't have anything to lose, not really.
And this is your dream.
So why are you hesitating?
You know why.
At the soft ding of the elevator arriving, you break eye contact and turn as the doors open. Stepping inside, you watch the doors slide shut before answering him.
"He told me to think about it."
Yoongi scoffs at the answer, biting the inside of his cheek in annoyance. He knew it'd be like this.
"What's there to think about?" At the question, you flinch but refuse to meet his eyes. "It's a yes or no question."
You bite your lip furiously, at war with yourself.
It's not like he's wrong but...
Yoongi glances at her from the corner of his eye and wonders what exactly everyone sees in her. He wonders what makes her so special. From what he's seen, she's incredibly ordinary. Sure she has a beautiful voice, her face is nice, but she can stand to lose a few pounds especially if she wants to be an idol.
Does she even want to be a performer?
There are so many others who have tried their whole life just to be considered for what they're offering here, and what?
It's too hard of a decision?
Animosity growing like a drug, he scoffs turning away.
"I was against it, you know." You turn to him, a bit confused at the statement. He sighs before continuing, a bit piqued at your behavior. "Your contract. I didn't want you to be considered as a trainee."
You should feel surprised. You should feel wronged, angry. But you feel none of those things. Instead, you understand him.
Smiling a bit bitterly, you turn back to the metal doors.
"I see." You reply, and he turns to you in confusion.
"You're not mad?" You shrug before turning to him.
"Why would I be?" He scoffs at the reply.
"Most would feel offended."
"Well, I'm not. In fact, I'm grateful."
Surprised, he turns to you. "Why?"
"At least you didn't lie or cover it up." You explain matter of factly and he shakes his head at you in disbelief as the elevator dings, announcing your arrival.
"It would've been better if I had." He mutters half to himself as the two of you depart, bowing politely to a few employees waiting to board the elevator. You shrug at the statement before glancing his way.
"Well, maybe I don't like people who beat around the bush."
He can't help but feel a bit stunned as he watches you walk a few steps ahead of him. He can't help but feel that he'll always be a few steps behind you. Shaking the feeling away, he peers your way.
"Are you scared?"
"Of what?"
"Debuting."
You swallow hard, not sure how to answer. Biting your bottom lip in concentration you consider the question.
Are you scared to debut?
"Yes."
Who wouldn't be after all? It's scary not knowing if the public will view you positively or immediately cast you aside. It's scary not knowing whether or not your dream will be achieved, whether or not you'll make it.
"Is that why you're hesitating?"
Spying the dressing room a few feet away, you shake your head at his question before replying.
"No."
You can deal with that fear...but what you're even more afraid of is betrayal.
Like what happened last time.
Yoongi stares at you for a moment and watches as you get that faraway look in your eye, the same look that tells him you're not really here. When the two of you reach the dressing room once again, he can't help but pause a few feet away from you. He has the sudden urge just to look at you, maybe then he'd be able to understand.
"You're not what I thought you were." He mutters, not sure if you can hear him, but at your smile, he knows you never stopped listening. You smile at him over your shoulder.
"I guess I don't like beating around the bush either."
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please. i canât do this alone.
Titans 3.01
thoughts! thoughts! thoughts! some red hot thoughts!
SPOILERS ahead.
1. one episode in, and this season already looks set to give me everything i want. its abandonment of plot and storytelling conventions as it goes from one point to the next at breakneck speed; its cheerful bastardisation of iconic storylines from the comics; the âas-you-know-bobâ clunky exposition on one end and extremely restrained, subtle explorations of complex character dynamics on the other; endless shots of neon bleeding into black and blue corridors, shadows and silhouettes; my delight in seeing it celebrate and deconstruct the dark nolan-y batman aesthetic at the same time; my bafflement that itâs so fucking goddamn obsessed with the batfam when itâs supposed to be about the TITANS; kory just... saving every overburdened, clunky scene that sheâs in by her sparkling charisma. just... *chefâs kiss*. muah. my show is back, in all its glory.
MY SHOW IS BACK, YâALL!
1.5. i mean... this show is so artful and weird and not afraid to go absolutely bonkers in exploring its charactersâ psyche, but can just about barely stage a passable comic book fight when every tom dick and harry and their new streaming services can deliver ones that are far more exciting. i love this show with every atom of my body.
(thereâs something to be said about rooting for the underdog as well. a pleasure in finding something to love about what other people dismiss. but! enough navel gazing! i have fictional charactersâ navels to look at! metaphorically! and maybe literally!)
2. i expected jasonâs death to come about pretty early in the season as soon as i heard rumours that red hood was showing up, but for it to happen in the first five minutes of the first episode... thatâs a record.Â
(well. âhappen.â still donât know what exactly went down there.)
2.25. GOD. jason is such a tortured and tragic character in this show, used and passed around by people with alleged good intentions, never really fitting in anywhere. heâs veritably bleeding vulnerability and the need to belong, the need to be known, and yet the tragedy is that his death proves that nobody in his life knew anything about him at all; that they only saw the flimsy walls he put up to protect his soft core, and thought that that was all there was. that they say they loved him, but blame him for his own death.Â
dick is flabbergasted that jason can read, though we know from last season, from what jason revealed to rose, that he has a love for plays and music. barbara is quick to dismiss his actions as âimpulsiveâ. bruce has no idea that his supposed son was building his own little chemistry lab right under his nose, and beyond that, no idea that jason needed structure, stability and validation beyond being left alone in a huge house with a treasure trove of dangerous weapons. kory thought his decision to fight the joker was from not learning and growing when the guy tried to kill himself last season and nobody apart from dick even tried to talk to him about it! did you consider that he might still be suicidal? especially after the titans admitted to having âgiven upâ on him because he was just âtoo hardâ?
2.5. the one thing thatâs been consistent across all three seasons (so far) of the show is the unreliable narrator trope. thereâs a reason why the charactersâ dismissals of jasonâs actions as impulsive is so repetitive; why jasonâs death is a mystery dick feels compelled to solve. itâs a flailing attempt to know his brother much too late--but with red hood, maybe he gets a second chance, just like he got one with the titans. this is what jasonâs arc has been building up to. this is âdeath in the familyâ but more fucked up in some ways. it didnât linger on the death because the death wasnât the point. the joker isnât the point. everything that came before it is.
this way it will also make perfect sense that the red hoodâs main enemy becomes the titans rather than batman.
2.75. goodness knows whatâs going on with jasonâs little chemistry project. at first i thought he was immunising himself to joker gas or something, but maybe itâs what passes for lazarus pit juice in this universe?Â
anyway, itâs pretty impressive that jason learnt all of that from a college chemistry textbook. STOP BRINGING UP THAT HE READ SOMETHING, DICK--
2.8. iâm glad that dick doesnât immediately sink into self-loathing and guilt and tries to investigate jasonâs death while also acknowledging how he failed him. itâs like he actually learned something from the last two years!Â
anyway. more about dick later.Â
3. oh how i love titans!bruce. a lot of characters had a lot of Opinions on his reaction to jasonâs death in this episode, but again, i ask you to consider that theyâre unreliable narrators, and this universeâs bruce is a product of how it shaped him. bruce wayne has become a phantom to himself--an artifice borne out of vigorous discipline and crushing self-denial.Â
bruce has been batman for a very long time, and without a robin for much longer. (dick must be... in his early thirties? so he was robin for about, say, 10-12 years according to the timeline of the show. that still makes bruce pretty old when he took on his first robin.) things have... calcified (possibly parts of his brain). the personal cost and the collateral from the mission heâs taken up for most of his life is too much to countenance; it has to be a war, and war requires sacrifice.Â
on some level bruce knows thatâs a lie. heâs so goddamned alone. whatâs he going to do? sit down and cry? whoâs going to listen to him now? oh, is he going to just stop being batman? whoâs going to stop gotham from consuming herself then? heâll just have to forge ahead, do better next time, maybe heâll be firmer with them, or kinder with them, or notice more things, or train them harder, or spend more time--
3.25. donât get me wrong: titans!bruce is an asshole and a half. his roster of potential robins was honestly bone-chilling. the fact that thereâs a twisted root of compassion makes it more disturbing.Â
3.5. alfredâs dead! it mustâve been pretty recent, because i couldâve sworn that dick tried to call alfred in the very first episode of season 1, or at least considered calling him...Â
what a devastating double-blow for bruce then, losing his father-figure and his, uh.... son-figure so close together.
4. i donât know about barbara yet. i mean, i like her, but she had so much clunky expository dialogue to deliver this episode, and for an episode that was named after her, she only showed up halfway through it. but i like the weight of history behind her interactions with both bruce and dick and her compassion to bruce before he cruelly crossed a line. i also like the implication that she and dick have been in touch recently, and that she didnât immediately try to guilt-trip dick about some perceived abandonment. itâd be too repetitive.
4.5. thereâs also a sense that she ran interference for dick a lot whenever there was something Too Big and Emotional for him to confront directly, and i like and appreciate that character beat.
5. dick, my man! it really does feel like a substantial length of time has passed between the end of s2 and the beginning of s3... koryâs got a new costume, theyâve become celebrities in SF, working missions together, and dickâs actually smiling! genuinely enjoying his work and having fun with it for possibly the first time in the entire series! itâs really a far cry from the fractured, dysfunctional mess that they were at the end of the last season.
i just hope this doesnât mean that theyâve magically reached a resolution off-screen to all of their fucked-upness from last season, and that the repercussions--for gar in particular--are actually addressed on screen.Â
5.25. i mentioned this briefly above, but it really is so refreshing that dick doesnât wallow in guilt and self-loathing after jasonâs death; he acknowledges his and the titansâ failure, is able to admit to barbara honestly that heâs not doing great, and is actively trying to reach out to bruce to make sure heâs ok, is trying to investigate what made jason seek out the joker on his own, and is probably the only person not immediately buying that it was jasonâs recklessness that got him killed. i love that dick is finally beginning to trust his instincts or just employ them at all after years of guilt and paranoia and self-loathing. we love some positive character growth!
5.5. another thing i love? the bruce-dick interactions on this show. every scene theyâre in together is so fraught with tension, both of them holding themselves back, their emotions on a whipcord-tight leash. dick wants to reach out to bruce, is even somewhat familiar with this brand of denial in the wake of grief, but wants barbara to make the first move because he genuinely does not know how to get bruce to open up. his instincts are right, and wonderful, and genuine, but his expression has been smothered by years of trauma, emotional and physical self-discipline, and what i suspect is poorly treated mental illness.Â
it takes a lot for him to finally explode at bruce at the end of the episode--in a way he hasnât done even when his only opinion of bruce was âfuck himâ--and itâs all the more startling for how subdued heâs been through the episode, how much heâs been holding back his emotions for bruceâs sake. love it.
5.75. it sort of hurts my heart to see the flying graysons poster in jasonâs room. there are a few implications:
a) jason settled into dickâs old room despite living in a giant mansion with dozens of other rooms he couldâve used
b) he didnât take down dickâs poster--not when he moved in and was idolising him, not when he moved out of the titans and was sort of hating him. i wonder if the reminder of what dick was before robin--that he was forged out of unspeakable tragedy--gave jason the connection to dick that he so desperately wanted in real life
c) dick moved right back into the room and slept on the bed that was now jasonâs. grief can be so quiet and piecemeal sometimes.
6. i spy the beginnings of actual arcs for both gar and kory! i just hope that with the move to gotham their stories donât fall to the wayside...
6.5. iâve known tim drake for less than ten minutes but if anything were to happen to him iâd kill everybodyÂ
7. this review has gone on for too long and i am tiRED. however, before i leave: i miss some of the dedication-to-aesthetic that titans season 1 used to have. remember how the first few episodes didnât really feel like a superhero show but something out of gothic horror? there was something gorgeous and raw about that, about open landscapes and the road and creepy buildings looming up at the end of it. moving to titans tower in s2 really ruined a lot of that for me, given its ripped-from-architectural-digest aesthetic, all smooth and clean and artificial.Â
i hope that we really explore gothamâs hellscape in interesting and innovative ways instead of camping out in the batcave all the time and indulging in the showâs unending love for long corridors, neon backlights and silhouettes.
8.....
9. wait, fuck, HOW CAN I FORGET ABOUT HOT PSYCHIATRIST GUY (TM)??? NONE of you prepared me for his return! NONE OF YOU! i gasped! i got up and did a happy dance!Â
listen, titans writers, if youâve had a peek at my titans s3 wishlist, please go ahead and give the other items on the list a go too, thankyouverymuch.
#titans#titans spoilers#meta#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#a tragic jalebi#a byronic cupcake
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Soulmates: Chapter Six
Summary: Soulmates are connected on a deeper level emotionally and physically. They can feel what the other needs and wants. As hints, the universe grants tattoos on your skin to help you find your soulmate when youâre about to meet them. When Buckyâs soulmate tattoo appears out of the blue, he knows that she is about to come into his life, but the way she does is not what he was expecting.
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: Swearing, as usual. Drinking. Nightmares mention violence.
Note: Figured we needed a slightly fluffy chapter before we meet Gemini (;
Bold for Natasha. Italic and Underline for Y/N.
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*gifs not mine
Previously
After Y/N and Bucky finished their shower together and got dressed, they walked out into the kitchen where Sam and Natasha were sitting. Sam had a scowl on his face towards Bucky, âMan, my room is right next to yours. And the shower echoes.â He hissed out.
Y/N laughs a little and rolls her eyes before Bucky could speak, âHey, I was ready to go in the med-bay. At least we made it to the shower so everybody didnât get a show.â She snapped back with a smile as Natasha started dying in laughter.
Bucky couldnât help but chuckle, sneaking his arm around Y/Nâs waist and pulling her closer as he kissed her temple softly. Now, Y/N was his and he wasnât going to let her go. Their bodies were like one, each other could feel everything the other felt physically and mentally. Bucky got what he always wanted, a deeper connection with someone and nobody was more perfect for him than Y/N. For once he found himself thanking the world and all the things it had done to him just to lead him to Y/N.
Chapter six -
It had been weeks since Y/N had finally given into her soulmate bond with Bucky. There had been no new information on Gemini so they had just been enjoying their time together. They were inseparable. Bucky seemed to constantly be orbiting Y/N like he was her sun, which in a way she was. They would train together, eat together, even moved into one of the apartment suites instead of just Buckyâs bedroom due to Sam complaining about how noisy they were. Anytime Bucky wasnât around her and he found her, he would push her up against a wall or a counter and kiss her like he hadnât seen her in years.
Y/N released a part of Bucky that nobody had seen before, not even Steve. Sure, he had known Bucky to be a ladies man in the forties as well as a confident, cocky flirt. But it was like a switch had flipped in Bucky due to having Y/N as a soulmate. He was more social to the other team members, came around more which Steve appreciated. Though, there were other things that had Steve concerned. Y/N had brought out a wild side in Bucky. She had him wrapped around her finger and that concerned Steve. Natasha had spent so much time telling him that Y/N was not to be trusted, but that was before the two had made up and it still made Steve feel uneasy. The last thing he wanted to happen was for Bucky to somehow end up hurt or change who he was to match Y/N. He felt the need to talk to Y/N, try to figure out what was her plans. He hadnât talked to her very much as she was always either sleeping during the day or keeping Bucky all to herself.
Steve managed to find her one night alone by some miracle. Bucky was usually always following her around so Steve would take this opportunity to talk to Y/N and feel out her intentions. She was sitting outside in a chair at one of the patio tables, her legs resting on the tabletop. Steve took a seat in the chair next to her, folding his arms across his chest.
Y/N looked over towards him, raising an eyebrow at his posture, âCan I help you?â She asks him. There was no rudeness in her voice but there also wasnât anything positive hidden in her tone.
Steve sighs a little, âWe havenât really met or talked yet. Iâm Steve Rogers.â He said told her, watching her carefully. He could see all the things Natasha had told him- Y/N did seem like she lacked emotions at times but it also seemed like she was constantly challenging those around her with the way she talked and looked at others.
âOh I know, Iâve heard all about you. Mr. Captain America. Mr. Stars and Stripes. And also Buckyâs best friend.â Y/N said, her lips twitching into a small smile towards him, âSo, what can I do for you, Cap?â
âI wanted to know more about you, Y/N.â Steve said honestly, âNat said some things before you two made up. Bucky is my best friend and I want to know your intentions with him.â
Y/N swung her legs off the table and sat up straight in her chair, tapping her fingers against the arms of the chair gently, âHasnât anybody ever told you that a bitter woman can be a real bitch?â She asks with a tilt of her head, âI donât have any intentions. We are enjoying each other.â
Steve nodded slowly at her words, watching her closely to try and tell if there was any hint of lying in her voice but he couldnât detect any. Either she was a really good liar or she was telling him the truth, âBuckyâs waited his whole life for his soulmate. Heâs gone through more trauma than anybody I know. If youâre planning on hurting him in anyway or just using him for fun or a means to an end with your brother, you should reconsider what youâre doing. You can destroy him, Y/N.â
Y/N rolled her shoulders at his words, her nose twitching slightly in anger, âYou want to know a secret, Mr. Stars and Stripes?â She asks, watching as he nodded before continuing, âIâve met him before. In 2014. I got a gold care to take out Alexander Pierce. I was outside of his house one night all set up ready to snipe him through the window. I watched him shoot his maid. And Bucky was there, sitting at the table. He looked right at me down the scope of my gun and the way he stared was like there were no emotions in his body. He came after me immediately, got really close to getting me too, but I was able to slip away. I was disguised with a mask so nobody could figure out who I was afterwards. I laid low for years, running in fear that the Winter Soldier was going to come after me and also because my buyers were pissed I wasnât able to deal with Pierce.â
Steve furrowed his brow at her words, confused, âIf you were that close to him, why didnât either of you get your soulmate tattoos until recently?â He asks.
âBecause he wasnât Bucky Barnes. He was the Winter Soldier.â Y/N replied, licking her lips before continuing, âYou see, Steve, I could be set on revenge for having to be on the run for a few years because of him. And I am really good at revenge. I know I could ruin him, destroy him as you say. But that is not what I want to do. He is himself again, no longer the man that looked at me with cold, dead eyes. I like him this way and he is my soulmate. If I had any ill will or intentions, he would sense it in an instant.â She stood up, looking down at Steve as he stayed seated, âBut if you ever question my intentions with my soulmate again, you and I are going to have a big problem and I have a feeling thatâd piss Bucky off more than anything I could do to him.â
As if on queue, Bucky came out of the sliding door to look between Y/N and Steve who seemed to be staring each other down. His brow pulled together in confusion and concern, walking over and placing a hand on Y/Nâs waist, âWhatâs going on? Everything okay?â He asks, looking to Y/N then to Steve. He could feel the anger Y/N felt at this moment directed at Steve and wanted to know why she would be feeling that anger.
Y/N kept her eyes on Steve, âDonât worry about it, Bucky. We were just having a chat. Just remember what I said about a bitter woman, Steve.â She said before tearing her eyes away from Steveâs and heading back inside to go up to their apartment suite.
Bucky frowned watching her go before looking to Steve, âWhat happened? Whyâs she so mad?â He asks as he sits in the chair Y/N did before.
Steve sighs, running his hand through his blonde hair, âI wanted to figure out more about her. What Natasha said about her concerned me. Iâm worried of her intentions with you, Buck.â He said honestly. He never lied to Bucky or kept anything from him. They were best friends after all.
Bucky shook his head at Steve, âI trust her, Steve. I can feel everything she does and I know I can trust her.â He said before letting out a sigh, âYou donât have to trust Y/N. But I do and I know you trust me.â
âDid she tell you that she has met you before?â Steve asks curiously, wondering how much Y/N had told Bucky.
Bucky looked at Steve confused, âThatâs impossible. I wouldâve remembered her and my tattoo didnât show up until a few days before I met her.â
Steve looked at Bucky, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his lap, âShe says itâs because you werenât you. It was in 2014, she wore a mask so nobody could identify her. She had a kill order for Pierce.â
Bucky sat back in his chair, processing the information silently. He had managed to piece things together things he had done as the Winter Soldier and he could remember the night he went to Pierceâs house. He had asked if he wanted any milk and it confused him at the time because he was made for orders, not questions. He remembered feeling someone watching him and then he saw the glimmer of a scope rested in the trees. He immediately went into action, chasing the unknown masked person down under Pierceâs orders to kill them but the mystery person had managed to slip away. Bucky gripped the arms of the chair tightly, flinching at the thought of what couldâve happened if she hadnât been able to get away from him. He wouldâve killed her without a second thought and he wouldâve never found his soulmate. Silently, Bucky stood up and walked back into the facility. He made his way to the elevator and clicked the top floor where the apartment suites were. When Bucky made it back to their shared room, he found Y/N leaning against the counter of the kitchen, drinking a bottle of beer. He walks over to her immediately, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the counter behind her before trapping her, placing his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of her, âWhy didnât you tell me you knew me?â He asks, harsher than he intended for it to sound.
Y/N tilts her head at his question, staring into his eyes. She licks her top lip slowly, his breath hitting her face made her shiver, âBecause you werenât you, Bucky. You were the Winter Soldier. And even though my tattoo has all the markings of your past as the Winter Soldier, he isnât my soulmate. You are.â
Buckyâs eyes flickered over her face at her words, feeling as though his heart slightly dropped at her words. She didnât hold anything against him from when he was sent to kill her because it wasnât him. It made him feel relief, as if the universe was telling him that he wasnât the Winter Soldier anymore. Bucky leans his forehead onto her shoulder, moving his hands to her hips, âThank you⊠for not holding it against me.â
Y/N brought one hand up to run through Buckyâs hair, a small smile coming onto her lips, âLike I said, he wasnât you. Plus I managed to evade the Winter Soldier which Iâm pretty proud of.â She says softly to him, âNow take me to bed, Bucky.â
Bucky didnât need to be asked twice, he picked her up by her waist until her legs wrapped around his and carried her into their shared bedroom, laying her on the bed as he trailed kisses and his hands all over her body.
A scream awoke Y/N from her sleep. She looked around her room slowly, slipping out of her bed. She gripped onto her purple stuffed bunny, walking out of her room and tip-toeing to her parentâs room. She dropped her stuffed animal at the sight, running over and nudging her motherâs arm as if trying to wake her up but it was too late. Then she heard the screams that she knew was her little brother followed by her older sister. Y/N scrambled under the bed, pressing her hand to her mouth as to not make a sound. Tears rolled down her cheeks slowly as she heard whistling and footsteps approach her deceased parentâs room. Her eyes widened as she saw the door open, watching the black shoes cross the floor and around the bed behind her. Then she screamed as she felt hands wrapped around her ankles, pulling her out from under the bed.
âHello, sister.â His smile was made of pure evil even for only being thirteen years old.
Y/N gazed up to him in complete fear before kicking his knee and scrambling to her feet, running for the stairs to get outside and away from her twin brother. He caught up to quickly though, tripping her down the stairs and watching her land below on her back with a groan. She opened her eyes to look up at him, âPleaseâŠâ
Her brother smirked down at her, bending his kneels to squat next to her. He pulled out the hunting knife that had been stashed in a sheath connected to his belt, pointing it at her, âItâs nothing personal. Itâs just when a family decides youâre nothing to them⊠Well thereâs no point in a family.â He said with a shrug and a smirk before stabbing the knife into Y/Nâs stomach making her scream, âNothing personal though. Youâve always been my favorite but Iâm just the twin nobody wanted.â He pulled out the knife, admiring the blood on it for a moment before walking out the front door, leaving it open.
Y/N watched her twin go and when he was out of sight, she pressed her hands to the stab wound on her hip with as much strength as she could manage. Her eyes focused on the window that showed the night sky.
âIâll see you soon, sis.â
âWake up, sweetheart, câmon⊠Wake up!â Bucky said, laying next to Y/N. He had seen her nightmare in his own dreams and could feel an emotion he hadnât felt from her before. It was the slightest ounce of fear. He sat up, placing his hands on both of her shoulders and pulling her up against his chest.
Y/N awoke at the movement of her body being pulled to sit against Buckyâs bare chest, looking at him for a moment, âIâm fine, Iâm alright.â She said, pulling herself out of the bed and out of his arms. She ran a hand through her hair before pulling on one of Buckyâs t-shirts over her naked body, âI just need some water.â Y/N said looking over to him as he still sat in the bed with the blankets covering his lap. She turned and left the bedroom, walking to the kitchen and grabbing out a glass before filling it with some water and walking out onto the balcony to allow the fresh air and small breeze to calm her down.
Bucky watched her leave the room before letting out a deep breath. He had felt fear from her caused by the nightmare. He had never felt an ounce of fear in her before and it worried him that it seemed like she was closing off from him again because of it. He pulled the blankets off his body and stood up, pulling some new boxers onto his body. He walked out of the bedroom and to the balcony, placing a hand gently on her back, âPlease donât shut me out, Y/N.â He said gently.
Y/N looked over to Bucky, âIâm sorry. Force of habit.â She said and offered a small apologetic smile before leaning her elbows on the bars of the balcony and fixating on the view in front of her. The sun was threatening to peak into the sky, âDid you see it?â
âI didâŠâ Bucky said softly, watching her face intently as he kept his hand on her back, stroking small circles with his finger tips, âI felt your fear. What scared you?â
Y/N let out a deep breath before bringing the glass of water to her lips and taking a small sip of it, âYou saw what happened. It was exactly like that night. Except he never said that heâll see me soon.â She looks over to stare into his eyes, âThat was him. Now him. Telling me heâs coming for me.â
Buckyâs brow pulled together at her words. Mustâve been some sort of weird twin telepathy thing for Gemini to be able to get in her head like that, âYouâre safe, doll. I wonât let anything happen to you. Your evil twin isnât going to take you away from me, I just got you.â He said with a small smile, moving his hand on her back lower to her waist. He stepped up behind her, pressing his body against herâs and kissing down the side of her neck until he reached the hem of the shirt, âNow why donât you go back to bed? I know you hate the sunrise and we didnât get much sleep.â He said, grinning crookedly, âAfter Iâm done training with Steve, Iâll come find you, alright?â
Y/N smiles at his touch, biting her lip softly and nodding, âBed sounds nice.â She said, twisting herself in his grasp to face him and tilts her head, âOne day maybe we will get on the same sleep schedules.â She chuckles out before placing her palm on his cheek and giving him a kiss then walking past him back to the bedroom. Y/N was still very much a night owl, sleeping late into the afternoon. Luckily, Bucky had figured out she hated the morning due to the fact that after her twin stabbed her, she had to watch the sunrise through the windows while she waited to be found and made sure to shut all the curtains so she didnât get disturbed.
Y/N woke up sooner than she usually did but still in the afternoon. She showered and got dressed in some jean shorts with a black tank top and one of Buckyâs dark blue flannels. By the time she was done getting ready it was about four in the afternoon. She figured Bucky was off staying occupied while letting her sleep which she appreciated. A soft knock at the door interrupted her. She opened the door to the apartment suite to find Natasha standing there, âWhatâs up, Nat?â
Natasha smiled, âBucky may have mentioned you had a rough time.â She said before holding up two bottles of alcohol, âFigured Iâd come cheer you up.â
Y/N smiles and opens the door to let her in, âI feel like he knows me so well - sending my person up with alcohol. What do we have?â She asks, following Natasha to sit on the couch.
âWe have vodka for me and tequila for you.â Natasha said, sitting next to Y/N and passing her the bottle of tequila, âI figured it was more of a tequila moment than a whiskey moment.â
âI may have a soulmate but you know me better than anyone.â Y/N said, looking at the bottle, âWhat did he say?â
Natasha sits back in the couch, looking at Y/N, âHe said you had the nightmare about your brother. I didnât know you still had those.â
Y/N looks over at Natasha while twisting the cap off of the tequila, âI donât.â She told her, âThis one was different. Itâs like he was using evil twin telepathy or something. He told me he would see me soon.â
âCreepy.â Natasha replied, standing up and going to the kitchen to grab two glasses before returning to sit on the couch and filling up one glass with a shot of vodka, âYou should be safe here. We deciphered the gold card you got from Blake, he was hired by Gemini which we already knew but it didnât have any other information on where to find him.â
Y/N rolls her eyes in annoyance, âOf course it didnât.â She muttered out, pouring some of the tequila into the glass, âHe could be anywhere, waiting for his opportunity. I canât just sit here locked in the tower like a damsel in distress.â
Natasha nods slowly, âI know. Youâve never been one to just hide, youâve always faced your problems.â She said, then holds her glass up, âBut right now, tonight, we are going to forget about all your problems with your evil twin and talk about other things.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, picking up her glass of tequila and clinking glasses with Natasha before taking a sip, âI see why you brought the tequila now.â She chuckles. Y/N may love whiskey, but tequila was her go to when she wanted to let go and feel happy.
After a few drinks, Y/N and Natasha were sitting on either side of the coffee table on the floor staring intently at each other, having some sort of competition about things that had happened in their lives.
âMy soulmate went to space.â
Shot.
âMy soulmate was sent to kill me.â
Shot.
âYour soulmate shot me and almost killed me.â
Shot.
âI have an evil twin that is set on kidnapping me after he attempted to murder me.â
Shot.
âI havenât had sex in years.â
Shot.
ââŠ. Yeah, okay, you win."
Just when Y/N opened her mouth to continue, they were interrupted by Bucky walking inside with eyes flickering between the two before landing on the bottle of tequila, âOh no, not the tequila.â He groaned out. Y/N with whiskey was fine but Y/N with tequila was a whole different challenge all together.
Nat shrugs and stood up, âThatâs my cue to leave.â She said, snatching the bottle of vodka and leaving the apartment suite promptly but not before saying over her shoulder, âHave fun with the tequila monster!â
Y/N looks up at Bucky and raises an eyebrow, âTequila monster?â She questions, picking up the tequila and pouring herself another shot.
Bucky walks over and tries to grab the glass but Y/N held it away, âYou get a little crazy with tequila.â He said, âAnd a third of the bottle is gone which means youâre going to be extra crazy.â
Y/N quickly drinks the shot of tequila and passed him the empty glass before standing up and grabbing the bottle of tequila by the neck of the bottle and running into the kitchen on the opposite side of the counter with a mischievous grin on her lips. She brings the open bottle of tequila up to her lips, watching Bucky who stood in the living room teasingly.
Bucky chuckles and shakes his head at her, âDonât do it, doll.â He said, starting a slow pace towards her. Y/N loved to test Bucky when she drank tequila which is part of the reason the term âtequila monsterâ came to light. When he saw her press the bottle to her lips and take a few swallows he quickened his pace over to her, âOh, youâre in so much trouble now, sweetheart.â
Y/N watched him approach, moving around the opposite side of the kitchen island while teasingly taking a few small sips between laughs. Bucky was giving her that dark eyed look and she was thriving off of it.
Bucky caught her eventually, taking the bottle from her hands and placing it on the counter while his arm secured her to his body. He backed her up until her back hit the fridge, staring down at her with a cocky grin, âYou are trouble.â
Y/N smiles up at him, jumping up into his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist, âI know. Iâm the best kind of trouble though.â She purred out to him, her fingers stroking through his hair slowly.
Bucky kept that grin on his face, his hands immediately going to hold her up by her thighs when she jumped up onto him. Everything about her drove him wild. He never expected he would have to chase his drunk soulmate around their shared kitchen or that she would bring out a wild side in him, yet here he was with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his arms with her back against the fridge, âYouâre the perfect kind of trouble, sweetheart.â He purred out to her before connecting his lips with herâs. He forced his tongue between her lips, groaning as it danced with hers. Bucky takes a step forward, pinning her body against the fridge more roughly so he could feel all of her body against his. He pulls away reluctantly when he heard her whimper, pressing his forehead to herâs, âI love you, Y/N.â
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I hate you
Summary: In a world where your enemies name appears on one wrist and your soulmates appears on the other but what happens when it's the same name on both
Pairing: loki x reader
Warnings: fluff but some major angst at end, swearing,
Notes: Finally not bucky pfft anyways i got this idea from a post I saw on instagram hope ya like it :) oh and this takes place during ragnarok and infinity war also yes i know the lines aren't the exact same but i tried to keep it similar.
You hated loki no hate wasn't strong enough you despised the god. With his tricks and mischief. with his knifes and need to simply be an absolute dickbag. all of this is what made the position you were put in even more confusing and messy.
You stared down at your wrist looking at the names well name. singular. The names were supposed to be one of your enemy and one of your soulmate which of course frustrated people to the end of which name suppose to take what role. Yours might seem simpler but it made it more complicated.
there was one name. loki. It sat on both your wrist being there since the day you were born. at first it confused you and your parents why the name was the same. Then the confusion grew when a few days later a prince was born named loki odinson.Â
So your enemy was loki but was also your soulmate. The more you were around loki the more you understood the enemy part of it. He'd pull mean pranks and constantly pester you. you assumed the names on his wrist were in the same case as yours making his constant bother make sense.
Of course now wasn't the time to rehash all of that. you currently were going through something that felt similar to an acid trip. They spoke something of the grandmaster and how this planet was created or whatever. you simply felt sick and like someone stuck your brain in a blender.Â
you open your eyes not even realizing you had closed them at some point. looking around you are sat next to thor and in front of you is a strange man with eyeliner who looks like a dude going through a midlife crisis.Â
behind you are rainbow guards. confused you turn to lowkey who looks just as confused as you. âwell aren't these two just marvelous. he and a she right?â he ask looking up at a girl. she nods âyes he and sheâ she smiles at you two. âsee this is why your amazing. what do i always say when she shows up it starts with bâ he says looking to another girl. âtrashâ she says glaring at the other girl. âwha- no were you just looking to call her trash that doesn't even start with bâ he said confused and shaken. âbooze hagâ
you cant help but snicker at this. âI- what no i'm sorry i always say your the best god. she brought me my champion y'knowâ he says with a smile. âso you say every time shes here.â she replied jealousy thick. âhow much for themâ grandmaster ask. this shakes you up and throws even thor off guard. âhi yes excuse me were not for y'know saleâ you say like its an outlandish thing. â10,000âł the girl says. âI am not for saleâ thor says ripping his arms out of the chair. âooo a fighter I like itâ he says then the girl presses a button and thor is shaking like he was tased.Â
âY'know actually i think i'm ok being sold off can I just nooot have that happen to me?â you ask with a wide grin. âI like her shes funnyâ get her out of the chairâ the grandmaster says. âgive her the credits hurryâ with a grumble the girl gets paid. âyou will pay for this.â thor says to the scavenger. âno I got paid for this.â she says smugly walking off. your chains are released and you stand up rubbing your wrist. âdo you got any lotion or anything cause that shit made my wrist all dryâ you say nodding towards the chair.Â
âGet the girl some lotion go goâ he says to the other. âcome follow meâ he says after you get handed some lotion. you walk into a room full of people thor following behind on his chair. The room seems like a party people are chatting music is blasting. âI am the god of thunder!â thor says. tiny thunder comes out his fingers making you chuckle. His hammer being broken but be affecting him more than expected. âwell there's no thunder but you did create little sparkles there.â he says walking to a dj panel.
âhey y/n get me out of hereâ thor whispers to you. âMan i don't even know how i got out ok guess you gotta just be awesome like meâ you look around and spot someone who for once actually made you smile âor like loki apparently.â you point out to thor. âloki!â he yells. you hit thor's arm âshut upâ you say. loki looks at you two confused.
âloki!!â thor says happily. you simply facepalm you didn't want to talk to loki nor did you want grandmaster from finding out you know him especially if he's caused as much chaos here as he has on asgard. loki looks concerned and does a fake smile and goodbye before walking towards yall âshhh shâ he says. âwhat are you doing hereâ he ask âMe and y/n were put in a chair she was released wheres your chair?â thor ask. âi didn't get a chairâ loki whispers back. âwell get me out of this oneâ thor ask âi cant.â âget me outâ âI cantâ they debacle before you interrupt âhow did you get here?â you ask. âI was here a few weeks ago I gained his trust i know hes strange but im in the good with himâ loki says.
âwhat are we whispering aboutâ Grandmaster sneaks up on yall. âjesus fuck what are you a mouse?!â you ask feeling your heart pounding like drums. âyou know this lord of thunder?â grandmaster ask loki. âgod of thunder heh tell himâ thor says nodding. âi've never met this man in my lifeâ loki says with a nervous smile. âtheir brothersâ you chime in âadoptedâ loki clarifies. you smile at the grandmaster. âwell if you want to get back to assguard or-â grandmaster starts âasgardâ thor clarifies. âOnly those who defeat me beloved champion can leave.â grandmaster said with a smile. âjust send him that way heâll stab whomever whatever to get back homeâ you say. thor nods with a smirk.
and off he goes. not long after loki nods towards where thor was sent and you nod back. As much as you hate loki it was nice having 2 familiar faces here. You walked after loki and snuck into the room. loki was making hand gestures as thor threw a rock through him. âcourseâ you say with a shake of your head. loki and thor look towards you. âwhy did i actually think for once you'd be nice and actually be hereâ you say rolling your eyes. âNever put faith in my brother to be niceâ thor says throwing another rock through loki. loki rolls his eyes âYou don't want my help then i'll just go.â loki says turning around then turning back. âI haven't seen this champion but i know he is unstoppable and terrifying. I have placed a large wager against you won't let me down.â loki says walking off.
âHe's right ya know, loki, this champion is a champion for a reason and you don't have your hammer anymore you cant even do your cool lighting trick you barely got it out your fingers...just don't get killed out there please. Loki won't admit it but he cares about your dumbass and so do i so do us both a favor and don't get killedâ you say walking out the room. loki was right at the other side and rolled is eyes. âthat was cheesyâ he says. âshut up i just don't want you to be more annoying than usual if he fucking dies.â you reply with a grumble.
Soon enough the battle comes and you sit next to loki. your nerves become evident the more time passes. loki puts a hand on your bouncing leg. slowly it calms down. his hand stays there as thor walks out. you gulp deeply. they announce the champion and out walks.....hulk? âI have to get off this plantâ loki says starting to walk off. you giggle. loki's experiences with hulk were far from fun.
âwhere are you going?â grandmaster ask walking loki back to his seat. âHey! I know him! hes a friend from work!â thor says yelling. you bite back a smile. âahem yea we kind of all work togetherâ you say with a smile to grandmaster. his smile falters. loki looks nervous. as much as you wanted to laugh at his pain hulk throwing you around can be quite traumatic. âhey you're up here...hes down thereâ you say âhes not coming after you ok hes controlled its ok.â you say to loki. he nods.
The fight goes on and right when you see an end that scared you thor got his powers and blasted hulk. âoh shitâ you mumble. âof courseâ loki mumbles. thor lost the fight that's the summary of it. You and loki ended up wondering the place. âshouldn't we try to find thor?â you ask. âif you want thor i can take you to him but i figured id take you somewhereâ loki said. âuh yea sureâ you said with a shrug.Â
You a loki end up at the top of a mountain the view looks beautiful. the sky was many shades of blue from dark to light. âthis is...this is beautifulâ you say. âyes it isâ he replied looking at you. you turn to him seeing him look at you. you smile...maybe loki wasn't so bad after all.
Then an alarm goes off âMy precious champion is missing that seductive lord of thunder as stolen himâ a hologram of grandmaster says. âshit....thorâ you say. âfollowâ loki says. he grabs your hand and you two end up in the grandmasters office him and the scavenger who brought you and thor is there debate who can bring thor and hulk in faster. âWell i come as a pairâ loki said holding your hand up. âuhhhhhh suppose so?â you say with a shrug. âi woke up wanting an execution but ill settle for this little âwho gonna get him firstââ grandmaster says.Â
you three walk out. ânow why would you help my brother escapeâ loki ask âI help no one but myselfâ she replies. loki and her end up fighting as you just sit back and watch what can be said watching loki get his ass handed to him was fun. when she knocks him out she looks to you. âdo i have to knock you out too? or i can just use this.â she says holding the remote. âuh see i'm not really with him but ya see he makes a great partner in crime but ill just follow willingly.â you say putting your hands up. âgood choiceâ she says.
âShould probably get your name if your going to take us hostageâ you say. âvalkyrieâ she says. you two walk in silence into a room as she ties him up. âiâll be back keep him thereâ she says walking out. you sit next to loki and sigh. âyour my soulmate...you? i don't know if i have the worst luck.....no i have the best luck.â you say with a smile. one of his sleeves is slightly up and you can see your name on his wrist. âhow did we get stuck like this...together.â you ask. loki looks so peaceful asleep. this trip has made you see a vulnerable and kinder loki.
you kiss his cheek before seeing him squirm. his eye open and he looks around. âcourse she made you babysitâ he grumbles. aaaaand he ruined it. you roll your eyes. âshut up and make this easy on both of us and just stay.â you say. âwhat am I a dog?â he says with a huff. âwell you were a snake one timeâ you say laughing at the memory. he laughs âfair enoughâ he replies. He starts to say something else when the doors open. thor and bruce walk in. ây/n!â he says excitedly. âBruceâ you say happily hugging him. You two had been close before he disappeared to well here. loki grumbles and bruce turn to him. âlast time i saw you, you were ready to kill us where are we at now?â bruce ask. âit varies moment to momentâ loki replies.Â
bruce looks at you concerned. âhe's on our side for now.â you say sitting next to loki. âlook we need to get out of here.â he points to a portal outside âthrough thereâ he says. âthrough the devil's anus?!â valkyrie ask. you burst out laughing. âI wasn't aware it was called that when i picked itâ thor says slightly embarrassed. âwell we need a ship mine wont make it through thatâ valkyrie says.
They then nerd out about ships as loki struggles in his chains. âDon't even try there stuck thereâ you whisper to him. he sighs and gives up. âI just so happen to know the codes to grandmasters ship keepâ loki says. âand your just ready to help?â valkyrie ask âi have run out of favors with grandmaster sOâ he says and sighs. you side eye loki suspicious. he smiles you and you look to the others.Â
âwhat the worst he betrays us? Would just be another day with the odinson boys.â you say standing up. So that was that. You,thor, and loki would go get the ship. you two were at a door when thor started âI suppose we should talk.â he said. âi disagree,open communication was never our family's forteâ loki said. âyou have no idea quite the revelation sense we last spokeâ thor says
âhelloâ thor says to the people...things that see you 3 come in. âhiâ loki says making you smile âsupâ you say before you 3 blast them. âOdin brought us togetherâ loki says as you 3 hide from the shot fired back. âIts almost poetic that his death should split us apart.â loki continues. you sigh âloki why are you so prominent on keeping this angsty wall of yours upâ you grumble earning you a side eye. you three then finish them off walking to another key pad. âWe might as well be strangers nowâ loki says ignoring your statement.
âTwo sons of the crown, set adriftâ loki says. you'd love to say something or really just slap loki so he stops pushing his brother away further and further with every words but you let him continue. The door opens and a man points a gun at loki making him backup and you giggle as thor blast him to the ceiling. âthought you didn't want to talk about itâ thor says walking into the elevator. loki puts a finger up âhere's the thingâ he says stepping over the body. you roll your eyes and follow.
âim probably better off staying here on sakaar.â loki says. that's not what he wants. you stare at thor which he clearly doesn't get cause he then says âThat's exactly what I was thinkingâÂ
loki makes a stunned face and looks shocked and confused. âDid you just agree with me?â he says shocked. you hit loki's shoulder âwhat its surprisingâ you roll your eyes. âcome on this place is perfect for you. its savage,chaotic,lawless. Brother you're gonna do great here.â thor says matter of factly. you title your head up and sigh. âmoronsâ you grumble earning two confused looks.
âDo you truly think so little of me?â lokie ask. you shake your head. they really are stupid aren't they. âLoki, i thought the world of you.â thor says. finally now loki dont fuck this up. loki's face soften ups and you smile at it. âI thought we were gonna fight side by side foreverâ thor continues. come oooon.  âbutâ fucking hell thor. âat the end of they day your you and i'm meâ thor says with a shrug. loki looks hurt now. âi don't know maybe there's still good in you. but lets be honest our paths diverged a long time agoâ he finishes. fucking hell thor you just had to go and fuck it up. loki contemplates what was just said looking between the floor and thor.Â
he sighs and nods. his face is full of hurt. you grab his hand softly and give him a small smile which he reciprocates. you may hate loki which lets be honest even that was falling apart but you still wanted him happy. you hated how hurt he looked. like a kicked puppy. âyea...it's probably for the best that we never see each other again.â loki says voice full of pain and almost desperate for thor to deny the allegations.  âthat's what you always wantedâ thor says patting loki. âyall are the most idiotic gods there could beâ you say taking thor off guard. loki simply laughs. thor shakes his head and turns back to the front.
âhey lets do get helpâ thor says happily. this wipes the hurt from loki and replaces it with confusion. âwhat?â he ask âget help.â he says again. âno.â loki says shaking his head. âcome on, you love itâ thor says excitedly. âI hate itâ loki says shaking his head again. âIts great it works everytimeâ thor says âits humiliating loki says swinging his hands bringing attention to you two holding hands. This earns a smirk from thor before he says âYou have a better plan?â he ask.
ânoâ loki says. âwere doing itâ thor says with a smile. âwe are not doing get helpâ loki says matter of factly. next thing you knew loki was limp over the shoulder and thor was yelling get help before throwing loki at the guards. you laughed falling onto your ass. âsee this is why i didn't want to do itâ loki says nodding to you. âim im ok im goodâ you say trying to stop laughing. you get up but not far before loki does as loki does and betrays yall. he twitches on the floor and thor walks off. âi'm gonna stay here with himâ you say. thor looks suspiciously at you before carrying on.Â
âif you just hadn't been so stupid and said how you felt and what you wanted from thor we wouldn't be here and now im stuck taking care of your dumbass once again. God i don't even know why i stay anymore when all you do is exactly what would hurt me what you trying to fulfill the enemy part of our deal?â you ask lifting up your sleeves showing the two loki names. âI mean really loki why do you keep doing this please just explain it to me. I started to see a side of you the side that I actually cared for and saw us being real soulmates but then you pulled this crap again and now i don't even know what to feel.â you say before the doors bust in. a rocky man and a group of others walk in. picking up the remote and stopping loki's twitching. Loki looks at you with soft eyes before turning back to the men smuggly. âyou look like your in desperate need of a leaderâ he says. you huff and he looks at you and smiles.
âwhy thank youâ the group says. With that y'all are off on a ship. âsooo where are we running to nowâ you ask loki. âno more running were going to asgard and were going to kill my sister.â he says with a nod. you smile. you grab lokis shoulders throwing him off. âwhatd i do?â he ask. for the first time ever he seems like he'd do anything for you. ânothingâ you say with a smile. you kiss his cheek. he looks around confused before clearing his throat. âok good um okâ he says turning to the panel. you giggle before walking to chat with the others. finally you arrived at asgard which is on fire and surrounded by death. âread?â he ask. you grab his hand. âalwaysâ you say turning to him. he smiles and nods. the ship door opens and you all run out and attack.
when the fight seems like a dead end thor blast the whole kingdom with lighting and launches himself out to the bridge. loki smirks slightly which you see and smile yourself. âyour lateâ thor says âyour missing an eyeâ loki says. âok enough let clear these out and-â you start before hela emerges. what the actual fuck. âhit her with lightingâ loki says. âI just hit her with the biggest lighting bolt and she acted like it was nothingâ thor yells. âwait....what if this isn't about stopping ragnarok. what if it was about causing itâ
thor looks at loki who looks surprised. âthis is insane even for meâ he says walking off. âLoki!â you yell. he turns around. you grab him and kiss him. its soft and its like the world stopped just for a moment before you have to pull away. âdon't get killedâ you say. he nods and smiles âanything for you darlingâ he says with a wink before running off. thor clears his throat. âlet's fightâ you say. with that you and valkyrie fight with the others as thor hold hela off. you worry for loki how heâll get out.
Then ragnarok emerges and fire is everywhere. hels is distracted and you and the others run into the ship. flying away Taika says something about the foundation. then it explodes. a few minutes later loki is next to you. âhello darlingâ he says. you smile and grab onto loki pulling him into a hug. âloki thank godâ you say pulling away. you kiss him deeply. âdon't ever do that shit againâ you say.
You all spend 3 months flying around before coming across a teeny tiny issues heh. you sat in a pool of blood of your friends. people you grew to care about. you tried to scream but were muffled by the guard on your mouth. After the 1st scream they put the guard on to stop the noise. thor was tied down. Heimdall was dead and hulk had been blasted away. You tried to scream again but it stopped as soon as it exited.
Thanos had just decided earth was where needed to be next. âif i might interject, if you are going to earth you might want a guidâ loki says appearing. he walks towards thanos. âI do have a bit of experience in that arenaâ loke says walking up to thanos âif you consider failure experienceâ thanos said. âI consider experience experienceâ he said firmly. âAll mighty thanos, I loki, prince of asgard, odinson, the rightful king of jotunheim,god of mischief.â he starts spewing off his titles. you see him make a knife appear and you try to scream once again. âDo hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity.â he says starting to power before trying to stab thanos. thanos stops it. âundyingâ thanos says. âyou should choose your words more carefully.â thanos says as he forces loki to drop the knife.Â
Thanos grabs loki by the neck chocking him. you scream but no sound escapes. tears flood your eyes. âyou will never be a godâ loki says with his last breath before thanos snaps his neck. thor tries to scream too bt fails.thanos walks over and drops loki's body. âno resurrections this timeâ he says before lighting everything on fire and leaving. with that your guards are released. you run to lokis body.Â
you sob and scream. ây/nâ thor tries. âshut the fuck up thorâ you yell at him through gritted death. you hold loki. your enemy, your nemesis but more importantly your soulmate. rolling up his sleeves you see the one with your name. grabbing the other you see a different name. Luca. you knew him he was annoying as hell. of course now he was another corpse among the rest. you weren't his enemy. He was only yours. Everything he did everything that annoyed you was him trying to be close but in loki's own way. Loki Laufeyson. your enemy and your one true love.
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