#cried. sniffled. smiled. Laughed. blushed a little even

[elixirfromthestars]

Temptation has won over and I am ready for my pirate love story! 🙂‍↕️💖

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After months of being away, it was always a joyous reunion when he would return. He would swing you up in his arms, twirling you until your little giggles turned into full blown laughter. He would set you back down on your feet and greet your mother with an affectionate kiss to her temple before tugging you both into his arms. “My best girls are always here to greet me when I get home,” he’d grin.

^ wait, stop what a cute family! 🥹🩷

You took the few, small steps up to him, taking his hand in yours excitedly. “My name is y/n,” you chirped up at him. “What’s yours?” The boy studied you with pursed lips. “Bradley,” he muttered. Your father had let out a booming laugh, causing Bradley to jump.“ That’s the first answer we’ve been able to get out of him since we caught him rifling through our supplies on the ship!” he guffawed.

^ I am so here for big brother Bradley 🥹🫶🏼

…when your father was home, he would take you and Bradley down by the docks to teach you the ways of sailing. “You want to tie it like this, sweetheart,” he’d say to you as he guided your hands on how to move the rope. “It’s one of the most important knots a sailor needs to know. It’s called the ‘bowline.’”

^ I love that the dad is teaching both of them! 🥺

“Because, my little minnow,” your father smiled, “it’s an important skill to know and have.”

^ my little minnow? 🥺💖 you always come up with the cutest nicknames I swear! 🥹

“As the dead, lad,” your father said solemnly, rubbing the bowl of his pipe. “Ghosts walk amongst the living, as real as you or I. Some even sail the seas, waiting for the day Davy Jones lets them pass into the great beyond.”

^ Davy Jones you say??? 👀👀

“Would you ever go looking for treasure?” you questioned. Your father smiled. “I’ve already found my treasure,” he said, casting a fond smile to your mother, who blushed under his gaze.

^ Okay so I’m about to get a cavity from all the sweetness 🙈💕💕

“That’s enough, Maverick,” your mother had chided. Your father had the good sense to look sheepish. Maverick was a name your father had earned during his time at sea, and your mother only called him that when she was cross. Usually, she called him by his given name; Peter or Pete. “My apologies, Penny, my dear,” he said.

^ MAV AND PENNY?!?! 👀👀 I was not expecting that reveal, but I adore it!! 🫶🏼

A good, long while was not long enough in the end. It was six years later when you got the news that your father’s ship had gone down in a storm off the coast of the Caribbean. Your mother had been beside herself, crying all hours of the day as you and Bradley did your best to stay strong for her sake.

^ Okay…so by now I should be used to getting my heart torn out in these stories by you my dear Liz, but I didn’t expect it so soon 🥲💔

“It’s not fair,” you cried. “We didn’t even get to bury him.” “I know, Guppy,” he sighed, hugging you tighter. Bradley wasn’t very good with words, and he sure as hell wasn’t good with emotions. “But he wouldn’t want us to dwell on this, you know that.” “I know,” you sniffled, rubbing at your eyes. “He always loved the sea.” “He loved being here, too,” Bradley countered. You looked up to see his own eyes glassy with unshed tears.

^ The fact that he’s still there for her even though he’s not good with handling emotions I— 😭😭

Your mother had followed your father not long after. She had stopped eating and barely took a sip when you begged her to drink some water. She would stay perched by the window in the bedroom she once shared with your father, just staring out at the sea as if willing him to return. It had ended up being a fever that had taken her one early, autumn morning. It was your turn to be inconsolable as you once again found yourself buried into Bradley’s shoulder as he held you tightly. You buried your mother on the hill that overlooked the sea, forever waiting for your father to return home.

^ “buried your mother in the hill that overlooked the sea, forever waiting for your father to return home.” AS IF HER DEATH WASN’T HEARTBREAKING ENOUGH 💔💔

“I see them,” he interrupted you, smiling confidantly. You fixed him with a puzzled look. “I see Mav and Penny just over there past the waves.” Your heart stopped and hot tears licked at your eyes as you looked back at the churning waters. It was then that you saw what Bradley had been talking about. You saw your mother and your father with smiles on their faces, staring at each other with adoration clear as day on their faces. You wiped the tears away from your eyes as you looked back to see them waving at you. You huffed a laugh and smiled back at them with a wave of your own. “Looks like Davy Jones let Mav come back for his treasure,” Bradley said. You threw yourself into his arms, holding him tightly. “Thank you, Bradley.” The sea could be cold and cruel, but you had the strength to weather the storm.

^ Okay so don’t mind me just sobbing over here, there’s nothing to see 😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 These two siblings by fate might just become my favorite pair 🥹🩷 Bradley is such a sweet big brother 🤧💖 And now that they only have each other to count on, I wonder what path life will take them 🥺

So I will be fighting with myself continuously to choose which stories’ part I read next, but oh well 😂🩷 Maybe I’ll put all your stories on a little wheel Liz and spin it when I can’t decide which story to continue next 😂 I am so intrigued by the start of this, and I’m even more excited to meet Captain Jake Seresin 🤭💕

Fool's Fare: Prologue

Fool's Fare: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.

Trigger Warnings: Death of parents, angst, talk of ghosts and the supernatural, Big Brother!Bradley...I think that's it?

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I couldn't help myself, so I went ahead and wrote this. I am just as interested as y'all to see where this fic goes lol As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! I'll be doing Drabble Sunday this weekend to celebrate my first 100 followers! So get your requests ready!! 18+ ONLY!! And you can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond!

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The ocean was a deep, terrifying swirl of forgotten pasts and harrowing mysteries. The vicious pull of the waves sending many sailors to their graves for thousands of years without mercy. No, the ocean was not kind. It was the source of life on the best of occasions and cruel and unforgiving on the worst.

Your father had been a sailor. Working for a large shipping company hauling various goods from one end of the sea to the other, he was often gone for long stretches of time. After months of being away, it was always a joyous reunion when he would return. He would swing you up in his arms, twirling you until your little giggles turned into full blown laughter. He would set you back down on your feet and greet your mother with an affectionate kiss to her temple before tugging you both into his arms.

“My best girls are always here to greet me when I get home,” he’d grin. Your mother would hum, running her hands through the beard he’d grow during his time away.

“Come inside,” she’d say, leading you both into your modest, seaside home. Your father would sit at the table as your mother fixed him a plate. He would tell her that he was more than capable of fixing his own plate, but she would wave him off and place the food gently in front of him with a kiss to the top of his head.

One day, when you were a little over four years old, your father had come home from a voyage with a scraggly looking boy who looked to be about twice your age. Your father had been dragging the boy by the scruff of his collar when you and your mother had come out to greet him. The boy had dark brown hair that had been bleached from time in the sun and steady, brown eyes that held steady as he took in the house before him.

“Found this one on the coasts of the Carolinas,” your father had said with a grin, letting go of the boy’s shirt. He stumbled forward, almost falling headfirst onto the ground. He looked back at the older man with a scowl before turning to look at the two of you.

“My, don’t you look a sight?” your mother had said with a small smile as she took the boy in. He puffed out his chest in a bid to make himself seem bigger and your mother had laughed. You took the few, small steps up to him, taking his hand in yours excitedly.

“My name is y/n,” you chirped up at him. “What’s yours?”

The boy studied you with pursed lips.

“Bradley,” he muttered. Your father had let out a booming laugh, causing Bradley to jump.

“That’s the first answer we’ve been able to get out of him since we caught him rifling through our supplies on the ship!” he guffawed. “C’mon now, boy. Let’s go get us some supper.”

And so your family had taken in Bradley Bradshaw as one of your own, and he settled in fairly quickly amongst the rest of you. He would help your mother out with different chores around the house, and when your father was home, he would take you and Bradley down by the docks to teach you the ways of sailing.

“You want to tie it like this, sweetheart,” he’d say to you as he guided your hands on how to move the rope. “It’s one of the most important knots a sailor needs to know. It’s called the ‘bowline.’”

“Like this?” Bradley had asked, holding up his own rope for your father to inspect.

“Atta boy, Rooster!” your father had laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. Bradley had earned the nickname not too long after he had joined your little family. Your father had just gotten back from another transporting job. He had been woken from his sleep by sounds coming from the kitchen. When he had stumbled into the room, he had seen Bradley already working on feeding the fire for the day.

“The sun isn’t even up yet, Bradley,” your father had laughed as the boy shrunk in on himself. “I doubt even the rooster is awake! Looks like you’re gunnin’ for his job.”

And the name had stuck.

Now, Bradley was more confident in his place within your family. Now, Bradley was much taller and his form was filling out thanks to the many hours spent doing the heavy lifting around your home.

“Keep this up,” your father started, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips, “and maybe I’ll take you with me on a job here soon.”

Bradley’s face lit up. “Do you mean it?”

“Let’s see, you're about, what, sixteen now?”

“Yes, sir,” Bradley nodded, a smile etched onto his face. Your father nodded thoughtfully.

“Yeah, you should be ready here soon.”

You looked down at the rope in your hands with a frown. “I’ll never get this. Why do I even have to learn this?”

“Because, my little minnow,” your father smiled, “it’s an important skill to know and have.”

“But Mama says that women aren’t even allowed on ships,” you muttered. Your father smoothed the hair out of your face with a thoughtful hum.

“It’s true, women were once considered bad luck to have on ships, and many men still consider them to be so,” he began. “But times are changing, and maybe one day soon you’ll get to set sail with us.”

“Really?” you asked him, eyes filled with hope. He laughed and nodded, turning to look at Bradley.

“C’mon you two. Let’s go see what Mother’s been cooking.”

The three of you trudged up the hill to your home where your mother was already standing outside to greet you. Greeting her with a tender kiss, your father ushed you and Bradley into the house.

When supper was finished and the table had been cleared, you all gathered around the small fireplace. Your father sat in his favorite chair while Bradley and your mother took up the other two. You sat by your fathers feet, resting your head against his knee. The smell from your father’s pipe permeated the room and left you with a sense of fond familiarity as he slowly stroked your hair.

“Papa,” you said, “will you tell us a story?”

“And what kind of story would you like to hear, little minnow?”

“An adventure!” Bradley had grinned. You shook your head.

“No,” you argued. “A ghost story.”

“Ghosts aren’t real, y/n,” the older boy scoffed. Your father hummed with a low chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure o’ that, Rooster,” he smiled. Bradley fixed him with an incredulous look.

“Surely you can’t be serious?”

“As the dead, lad,” your father said solemnly, rubbing the bowl of his pipe. “Ghosts walk amongst the living, as real as you or I. Some even sail the seas, waiting for the day Davy Jones lets them pass into the great beyond.”

“What does Davy Jones even have to do with the dead,” Bradley huffed. Your father arched an eyebrow at him.

“He has everything to do with the dead at sea, Bradley,” he replied softly. “Davy Jones is a powerful man. Not quite human, not quite god. He’s as cruel and unforgiving as the sea, and some even think he was born from the waves that beat against the rocks by the shore. They say his very will controls the tides, and any man foolish enough to invoke his wrath is met with a gruesome fate.”

“Those are just superstitions,” Bradley countered with a scowl.

“You’re free to believe that,” your father began, “but you’d be a fool to. No sailor with a lick of sense is going to take that chance. Davy Jones will come for us all.”

“Why does Davy Jones stay at sea, Papa?” you chirped.

“No one is quite sure,” your father mused. “Perhaps he’s searching for treasure.”

“Would you ever go looking for treasure?” you questioned. Your father smiled.

“I’ve already found my treasure,” he said, casting a fond smile to your mother, who blushed under his gaze.

“Have you ever seen Davy Jones?” you prodded with wide eyes. Your father chuckled, patting your head in reassurance.

“No, little minnow. But those who have are few and far in between. Davy Jones isn’t in the business of letting witnesses stay alive.”

“That’s enough, Maverick,” your mother had chided. Your father had the good sense to look sheepish. Maverick was a name your father had earned during his time at sea, and your mother only called him that when she was cross. Usually, she called him by his given name; Peter or Pete.

“My apologies, Penny, my dear,” he said. Looking back down at you, he offered a smile. “Alright, y/n, it’s time for bed. You too, Bradley. I need you up bright and early tomorrow morning.”

You and Bradley bid your mother goodnight as your father followed you down the hall. When you had crawled under your blanket, he had made sure to tuck you in tight.

“I didn’t scare you too bad, did I, little minnow?” he asked. You shook your head vehemently.

“No, Papa. But, what if you meet Davy Jones one day?”

“That won’t be for a good, long while, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. You nodded, resting your head back down onto your pillow. Your father leaned over to peck your forehead before standing to walk out the door.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he said. You smiled.

“Goodnight, Papa.”

A good, long while was not long enough in the end. It was six years later when you got the news that your father’s ship had gone down in a storm off the coast of the Caribbean. Your mother had been beside herself, crying all hours of the day as you and Bradley did your best to stay strong for her sake.

Bradley had caught you crying by the fireplace one night after you thought everyone had gone to bed. He sat next to you, and pulled you to his side as you cried into his shoulder.

“I miss him so much,” you sobbed.

“I know,” he said softly. “I do too.”

“He should be here.”

“I know.”

“It’s not fair,” you cried. “We didn’t even get to bury him.”

“I know, Guppy,” he sighed, hugging you tighter. Bradley wasn’t very good with words, and he sure as hell wasn’t good with emotions. “But he wouldn’t want us to dwell on this, you know that.”

“I know,” you sniffled, rubbing at your eyes. “He always loved the sea.”

“He loved being here, too,” Bradley countered. You looked up to see his own eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Your mother had followed your father not long after. She had stopped eating and barely took a sip when you begged her to drink some water. She would stay perched by the window in the bedroom she once shared with your father, just staring out at the sea as if willing him to return. It had ended up being a fever that had taken her one early, autumn morning. It was your turn to be inconsolable as you once again found yourself buried into Bradley’s shoulder as he held you tightly. You buried your mother on the hill that overlooked the sea, forever waiting for your father to return home.

You and Bradley had stayed by her grave until the sun began to set.

The following days were filled with familiar motions and quiet sobs hidden behind closed doors long after the stars began to shine in the night sky. One night, you had set a bowl of stew in front of Bradley after he had come home from working at the docks. The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes before Bradley pulled you to your feet. You went to say something, but he motioned for you to be quiet as he pulled you through the front door and out of the house.

“Where are we going?” you hissed quietly.

“Just trust me,” he shot back, dragging you down to the beach. The cool sand rubbed against the soles of your feet as you followed him, and he stopped you when you both were standing at the edge of the water. The water felt like ice as it licked aginst your ankles, and you felt a shudder run up your spine.

“There!” he called out, gesturing towards the open sea. You looked, but saw nothing but the white caps of waves.

“I don’t see anything,” you mutter, shaking your head. Bradley offered you a smile.

“That’s because you aren’t looking hard enough,” he murmured. He bent down, pointing his finger so that it was directly in your line of sight. “There, do you see it now?”

You squinted your eyes, trying to see what it was he was looking at. “Rooster, I don’t-”

“I see them,” he interrupted you, smiling confidantly. You fixed him with a puzzled look. “I see Mav and Penny just over there past the waves.”

Your heart stopped and hot tears licked at your eyes as you looked back at the churning waters. It was then that you saw what Bradley had been talking about. You saw your mother and your father with smiles on their faces, staring at each other with adoration clear as day on their faces. You wiped the tears away from your eyes as you looked back to see them waving at you. You huffed a laugh and smiled back at them with a wave of your own.

“Looks like Davy Jones let Mav come back for his treasure,” Bradley said. You threw yourself into his arms, holding him tightly.

“Thank you, Bradley.”

The sea could be cold and cruel, but you had the strength to weather the storm.

[serenadeofsunshine]

CERTIFIED MOOSEBUNNY MOMENT VIA MY WONDERFUL FRIEND FREDDIE @cupiidzbow AREN’T THEY JUST THE SILLIEST. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🐇🌼🌈☀️🎉😁

[kxsagi]

OK BUT LIKE

BLLK VROTHERS REACTING WHEN THEIR LITTLE SISTER ASKED THEM TO WALK HER DOWN THE AISLE

maybe rin and sae together

LMAOOOO I IMAGINE THEM SOBBING (we know reo and bachira did lmaooooo

LOVE YOU

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞”

a/n: LOVE YOU TOOO

THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE

ft. mikage reo, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, karasu tabito

mikage reo

the second the words leave your mouth: “reo, i want you to walk me down the aisle,” he genuinely short circuits. mouth hanging open, hand clutching his chest like an overdramatic disney princess. 

“i… oh my gosh. you mean it? me? me?” he sniffles. hard. “don’t do this to me, i just got a facial.” 

reo is acting like he just got nominated for an oscar. suddenly, he’s pulling up pinterest boards, wedding planners, and muttering things like, “okay, so your color palette is soft blush, but with maybe a mauve undertone… no wait, that’s too 2022. do we want more of a lavender-gray? do you want peacocks?” 

the man is GONE. emotionally. financially. spiritually. he’s designing matching custom outfits for the two of you. he tries to hire a mini orchestra to play you down the aisle. he practices different walking speeds just to see which tempo feels the most cinematic. 

and the night before the wedding, you find him curled up in a fluffy robe, hugging a childhood photo of the two of you and softly whispering, “my baby girl is getting married… what if i trip and ruin the moment? should i rehearse again?” 

on the day? he’s sobbing. like, ugly crying. “you’re the most beautiful bride in the whole world. even if you’re not wearing chanel.” 

bachira meguru

you go, “hey, i was wondering if you could walk me–” 

“YES. YES I WILL. A THOUSAND TIMES YES.” 

he jumps onto the couch like you just proposed. nearly knocks over a lamp. his shirt flies off somehow. there’s confetti? no one knows where it came from. 

this man starts training. like, literally. he builds a fake aisle out of cardboard in the living room and practices walking you down it with a random bouquet of plastic forks. 

“you think i can backflip down the aisle while holding your arm?” 

“NO.” 

“… what if i do it real slow?” 

at your dress fitting, he gasps so dramatically the stylist flinches. 

“OH MY GOSH. YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS WHO FIGHTS DRAGONS AND HEALS HEARTS AND *sniff* CAN STILL KICK MY ASS.” 

he cries into your veil. full on, snot-bubble sobs. 

on the actual wedding day, he has to stuff tissues in his sleeves because he knows he’s gonna leak from the eyes and nose. halfway down the aisle he starts whispering nonsense like, “okay don’t trip don’t cry don’t scream don’t do a handstand–” 

you elbow him. 

“right. serious. majestic. i got this.” 

immediately trips over your veil. 

isagi yoichi

when you ask him, he blinks like he’s buffering. “walk you down the aisle? me?” 

he goes quiet, then smiles. softly. that warm, older-brother grin. “i’d be honored.” 

but two hours later you catch him staring at your baby pictures on the couch with glassy eyes. he tries to act normal. 

“i’m not crying. i’m just… remembering. shut up.” 

this man treats your wedding like the world cup final. printed checklists. a backup boutonniere. mints in his pocket. he even puts deodorant on his ankles “just in case.” 

at your rehearsal, he holds your arm like it’s a sacred relic. guides you like a knight escorting royalty. whispers, “you’re so grown up now… don’t fall for any tricks. if he breaks your heart, i’ll break his knee.” 

you laugh. he’s dead serious. 

on the big day, he takes one look at you in your dress and just goes, “whoa.” and then his eyes water. but he doesn’t cry. no. he clenches his jaw like a soldier. 

his walk is steady, but his hand is squeezing yours like he’s sending morse code for “i love you forever.” 

itoshi rin

you ask, “rin, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

“… why?” 

“because you’re my brother, dummy. and i want you.” 

he stares. then turns around and mutters, “… fine.” 

you don’t hear a peep from him for days. you assume he doesn’t care. then you accidentally walk into his room and catch him… researching proper aisle etiquette on youtube. 

he slams the laptop shut like you caught him watching something else. “get out.” 

“… were you practicing your posture?” 

“GET OUT.” 

on the big day, he’s silent. tense. eyes sharp. suit crisp. he sees you in your dress and his whole face cracks. 

his lips twitch. his eyes look glassy. but he holds it in. barely. 

as he links arms with you, you hear him breathe, “you look really pretty.” 

you glance at him. 

“�� shut up.” 

he’s definitely crying on the inside. 100%. 

before he hands you off, he looks the groom straight in the eye. 

“don’t hurt her. ever.” 

that’s not a threat. that’s a promise with consequences. 

itoshi sae

you go, “sae, will you walk me down the aisle?” 

he stares at you like you just asked him to do your taxes in a clown suit. “… why would i do that?” 

you pout. “because i want you to.” 

he shrugs. “i guess.” 

but then you hear him cancel a madrid training session the next week. he shows up to fittings. he critiques your groom like a stoic wine connoisseur. 

“his handshake is weak. is that really who you want?” 

“sae.” 

“… fine. 6.5 out of 10.” 

he’s the calmest one on the day of, until you put on your dress. then he blinks a little too slowly. clears his throat five times. 

“… you look alright.” 

“that’s it?” 

he glances at you again. “… you look better than alright. now stop looking at me like that.” 

(he totally cried in the car on the way home. never admits it.) 

nagi seishiro

you ask him and he just mumbles, “ugh, sounds like a hassle.” 

but then you add, “there’ll be snacks at the reception.” 

“what time’s the wedding again?” 

he tries to convince you to be carried down the aisle like a princess so he doesn’t have to walk. 

“what if i just teleport you?” 

“this isn’t an anime, seishiro.” 

“unfortunate.” 

he forgets he’s supposed to wear a suit and shows up in pajamas until reo throws a bowtie at his face. 

when he sees you all dressed up, he blinks. “… you’re sparkly.” 

he doesn’t cry. but he does hand you a gummy bear from his pocket and goes, “for strength.” 

(you still have it in your purse.) 

kaiser michael

“you want ME? the MICHAEL KAISER? to escort you down the aisle?” 

he flips imaginary hair. “obviously. i’ll have to outshine the bride a little, but i’ll try to tone it down.” 

you threaten to replace him with ness. he shuts up. 

he insists on glitter. refuses to walk to “boring music.” tries to choreograph a slow-motion runway strut. 

on the actual day, he’s the only one who bows to the guests and says “your majesty has arrived.” 

but when he sees you? he gets real quiet. 

“… you look beautiful, little star.” he means it. he really does. 

but then he adds, “thank goodness i moisturized today. otherwise i’d be crying and flaky.” 

karasu tabito

“me? walk you down the aisle? damn right i will. who else is gonna make sure this idiot doesn’t drop the ring?” 

he says it with a grin, but when he sees you in your dress he shuts up. fully stunned. 

“… shit.” 

“what?” 

“you’re really getting married, huh.” 

he pauses. 

“… don’t cry, you little gremlin.” 

he’s the one crying. quietly. behind his sunglasses. 

before he walks you down, he pops a mint in his mouth and goes, “you ready?” you nod. 

“cool. i’m gonna make a stupid face to ruin all the photos.” 

“don’t you da–” 

too late. 

© ����𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[xcqmsr]

you sunshine, you temptress

pairings harry styles x fem!reader

warnings arguing, crying, tiny angst, established relationship, harry calls reader his sunshine, kissing, having kids, english isn’t my first language!

wc 5.4k

Unbelievably quiet day in London. A silence that rarely graced the ever-humming city had fallen like a woolen blanket over the streets. Clouds hung low, heavy and gray, but the air was oddly still—just the occasional lazy breeze that wandered between buildings, shuffling leaves and nudging scarves. That same breeze played mischievously with Harry’s curls, tugging at them like a child seeking attention. He gave an irritated huff, trying to smooth the mess with one hand.

Failing, he pulled his dark blue beanie down over his ears, tucking away the disobedient locks. The beanie was old, the hem stretched and soft from use, but comforting—like armor against the day. His nose, red from the cold, sniffled once as he turned the corner and stepped into Rosie’s Blooms, the familiar bell above the door tinkling softly.

The warmth inside wrapped around him instantly. The sharp but pleasant scent of freshly cut stems, damp earth, and perfume greeted him like a memory. A small heater buzzed faintly from under the counter. Behind it stood Rosie, her face blooming like one of her roses the moment she saw him. Her silvery-white hair was swept into a loose bun, and she wore her usual floral apron covered in smudges of green and pink.

“Oh my sweet child!” she cried, stepping forward slightly, her voice a melodic blend of scolding and affection. “You’ll catch cold wandering out like that with half a scarf and that ridiculous hat. Come now—tea?”

“No, no tea today,” Harry mumbled, offering her a crooked smile. His green eyes, wide and warm even in his embarrassment, met hers for only a moment. “Just… the usual. Please.”

Rosie gave him a knowing look. Her hands were already moving, selecting stems with the grace of a violinist tuning her instrument.

“A fight. Again.”

The words came out barely above a whisper, as if saying them louder would give them more power than he could handle. He looked down at his hands, the cuticles chewed, the fingers still trembling slightly with leftover frustration.

“Mmm,” Rosie murmured, gently snipping a stem. “Same one as last time?”

“Yeah.”

Silence fell again, broken only by the snip of scissors, the soft rustle of petals.

“She thinks I don’t listen. That I disappear into my own head when she needs me present. And maybe she’s right.”

He let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… I get overwhelmed, you know? She says something small and it echoes in my head, gets louder, warps into something else. Then I panic, shut down, say something stupid. Something I don’t mean.”

Rosie looked up from the bouquet and gave him a soft glance, eyes filled with more understanding than words could hold.

“Love’s not easy, Harry. It’s messy. It digs up the worst parts of us, the scared little bits we try to hide. But if it’s real, if it’s worth it—” she tucked a sprig of eucalyptus between the dahlias “—then we fight for it. Not just with flowers, mind you.

He nodded, taking her words like medicine. He remembered the fight in flashes..

Her voice cracking as she said she felt alone, even when he was right there. His silence, colder than any insult. Her walking out of the room, not slamming the door, just quietly closing it. Somehow that hurt more. He hadn’t followed. Not then. Just sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, cursing himself.

And now here he was. Again.

“She likes white tulips,” Harry said suddenly, watching Rosie adjust the arrangement.

“I remember,” Rosie replied with a gentle smile. “Means forgiveness. Good choice.”

He watched as she added three tall tulips, crisp and elegant, among the blooms. There were soft blush roses too—her absolute favorite—and the purple lisianthus she once said reminded her of childhood summers. Rosie’s fingers moved like a weaver, binding not just flowers, but hope.

“You always remember what she likes,” Harry said softly.

“Because you always come back for her.”

He looked at her then. Really looked. She wasn’t just a florist. Not to him. She had become something like a confessor, a constant, someone who understood that flowers weren’t just decoration—they were language, apology, offering.

She wrapped the bouquet in cream paper, tied with a thin lavender ribbon.

“You’ll tell her what’s in your heart this time?”

Harry hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I’m ready to stop being afraid of being known.”

Rosie passed the bouquet over the counter. “Good. Because I think she’s ready to hear it.”

He left the shop, the cold air brushing his cheeks like a warning, or a push. The weight of the bouquet in his arms felt like carrying something fragile but essential. He decided to take a train. The drive to her flat wasn’t long, but he took his time. With every station, he rehearsed what he’d say—not a perfect speech, just the truth. That he was sorry. That he was trying. That he loved her. When he reached the door, he stood there for a moment. Breathing. The sound of distant traffic hummed behind him, but in his chest, it was quiet. He lifted his hand and knocked. The knock was soft. Too soft. Harry stood there for a second longer, then cleared his throat and raised his hand again, this time letting his knuckles land a little more firmly against the wood. The cold bit at his ears, even under the beanie, but his palms were sweating.

He could hear faint movement inside. A shifting floorboard. A pause. Then the sound of a lock turning. The door opened slowly, no more than a few inches at first. And then there she was.

She didn’t speak. Just stood there in her oversized cardigan—his cardigan, actually, the navy one he always left draped over the arm of the couch. Her hair was pulled back in a loose, tired knot. No makeup, no pretense. Just her.

His Sunshine.

Her gaze dropped to the bouquet in his hands, and something in her expression softened, though her mouth stayed in a line. She stepped back without a word, holding the door wider, a quiet invitation. Harry entered slowly. The hallway smelled like her. Like honey and vanilla and the old wooden floors she refused to replace because she said they had “personality.” He moved past the framed photos, all memories he was a part of: a blurry polaroid of them eating ice cream in winter, a beach trip where the wind had caught her hair just right. A snapshot of her hugging him from behind, his eyes squinting, mid-laugh.

She closed the door behind them. Didn’t speak.

“I brought your favorites,” he said quietly, holding out the bouquet like an offering. His voice cracked.

She took the flowers wordlessly, fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. That single touch nearly buckled his knees.

He followed her into the kitchen, where the kettle was already whistling on the stove. She poured them both a cup without asking—black for him, chamomile for her—and slid one mug across the counter.

Only then did she finally look at him properly.

“So.” Her voice was quiet, but not cold.

Harry blinked. His throat closed for a moment. “So,” he echoed, lamely.

She leaned against the counter, holding the mug close to her chest. “You walked out in the middle of me telling you how I felt.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s not the first time, Harry.”

“I know.”

He put his mug down, untouched. “I panicked. I always panic. It’s not an excuse, I’m just—trying to explain. It’s like I get so scared of saying the wrong thing that I just say nothing. And then that becomes the wrong thing. And I know how it hurts you. I see it. I see your face, and I hate myself for it.”

Her eyes didn’t leave his. “You looked right through me. Like I wasn’t even there.”

His chest ached. “You are always there. You’re the only thing that’s always there. You’re the only thing I look for when everything else is noise.”

Silence.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Carefully, he unfolded it, revealing a messy scrawl of handwriting.

“I wrote this on the train back. I don’t… I’m not good at saying what I mean. But I thought, maybe, if I write it—”

She took the paper gently. Her fingers trembled slightly as she read. It wasn’t long. It didn’t need to be.

“Sunshine,

You deserve someone who doesn’t shut down every time it gets hard. You deserve someone who listens the first time, not after the third fight. I’m not always that person. But I want to be.

I love you. More than I know how to say. I’ll keep trying to be better. I promise I’ll keep trying.

Don’t give up on me yet.

Yours, H.”

When she finished reading, her wide eyes met his again. “I love you too, you idiot,” she said, her voice cracking for the first time. “That’s the problem. That’s why it hurts so much.”

Harry stepped forward. “Can I—?”

She nodded before he could finish the question. He wrapped his arms around her and held her like something precious. She melted into him, arms looping around his waist, face pressed into his chest. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in, like oxygen. “I’m scared,” he whispered. “So am I.”

“I’m going to mess up again.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But maybe you’ll mess up a little better next time.” They both laughed, just a little. She pulled back and looked up at him.

“Sit with me?”

“Always.”

They moved to the living room. She curled up on the couch, legs tucked under her, and he sat close enough that their knees touched. The bouquet sat in a vase nearby, already looking like it belonged. She toyed with the edge of her sleeve. “You used to call me your Sunshine all the time.” “I still do.” “You haven’t lately.”

He reached out and gently took her hand. “I stopped saying it out loud, but I didn’t stop thinking it. Not for a second.”

She didn’t respond right away. But her hand didn’t pull away either. She squeezed his fingers.

“Tell me why,” she said finally. “Tell me why you love me.”

He blinked, surprised. “You want me to—”

“Yes. Just… say it. Not in your head. Not on paper.”

So he did.

“I love the way you take your tea like it’s a ritual. The way you can’t pass a dog without greeting it like an old friend. I love that you cry during commercials. I love how you remember birthdays—not just mine, but Rosie’s, and my cousin’s, and that grumpy neighbor from three flats down.”

She was smiling now, eyes wide and wet.

“I love the way your hands shake when you’re angry. I love that you always pick the ugliest wrapping paper because you say ‘no one wants a gift to look intimidating.’ I love how your laugh sounds when you’re not trying to hide it.”

He leaned in. “I love that even when you’re mad at me—even when I deserve it—you still make me tea. You still wait for me to come home.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and he wiped one away with his thumb.

“You’re my Sunshine,” he whispered. “Even when I’m the storm.”

She didn’t say anything, not for a long time. She just looked at him like she was trying to memorize the moment.

Then she kissed him.

Soft. Long. Forgiving.

When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his.

“You’re not easy to love,” she said gently. “But neither am I. So maybe we make it work by not giving up on each other.”

Harry nodded. “Deal.”

She got up and fetched a blanket from the armchair, then returned to the couch and nestled into his side, pulling the blanket over them both. He wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her head against his shoulder. They sat there in the hush of their little flat, the city muffled outside, the bouquet fresh and full on the table. The tea cooled. The silence no longer felt like a punishment, but a peace.

Eventually, she spoke again. “You’re staying tonight.” It wasn’t a question. He kissed the top of her head. “I never wanted to leave.” She smiled, eyes closed. “Then don’t.”

It had been eleven months and thirteen days since Harry had knocked on her door with a bouquet in hand and fear in his chest. Since then, he had knocked in many other ways—small gestures, gentle questions, staying when it was easier to leave. And she had opened the door every time.

They had learned each other’s silences.

They had also learned that love didn’t mean never raising your voice. It meant raising it and still sitting down to dinner after. It meant apologizing—not just once, but every time it mattered.

Now, the quiet between them was safe. It didn’t carry weight. It allowed space.

On an early Sunday morning, with sunlight leaking across the bedroom floor like spilled honey, Harry woke before her. He always did, now. She liked to sleep in, curled around one of the throw pillows, her breathing deep and even. He had once told her she looked like a painting then—untouchable, timeless—and she had laughed, then kissed his forehead and said, “Stop being poetic and bring me coffee.”

Today, he didn’t bring coffee.

He just watched her. Her hair spread out on the pillow. That little line between her brows that always softened when she dreamed. Her wide eyes were closed, but he could still see every memory they held.

They had moved in together in April, after weeks of casually forgetting to leave each other’s flats. A plant here. A sweater there. Eventually, Harry had brought over his books and said, “So, should I just… stop pretending I live somewhere else?”

She’d only nodded and handed him a drawer.

———

Now, their flat was filled with mismatched mugs, framed movie posters, and soft blankets she insisted he didn’t need but secretly loved. The coffee table still had that dent from the time they tried to assemble a bookshelf while drinking wine. Neither of them had the heart to replace it.

He shifted slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She stirred.

“Mm. What time is it?”

“Too early for real humans.”

“Mmmph,” she muttered, burrowing into the pillow. “You’re a menace.”

He smiled. “I know. Want coffee?”

“Only if you deliver it with a kiss.”

“I was planning to do that anyway.”

Later, after breakfast—eggs slightly overcooked, toast a bit burnt but enthusiastically buttered—they sat on the fire escape with their mugs. The city moved gently around them, like a cat stretching in sun. Pigeons waddled across the roof nearby. A child laughed somewhere down the block.

Harry nudged her foot with his.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous,” she teased, sipping her coffee.

He grinned. “Yeah. Still. I’ve been thinking… we’re good, right?”

She looked at him, really looked. Not just at his face, but into it. His eyes still held the same green warmth, the same flicker of self-doubt. But there was something steadier now, too.

“We’re better than good,” she said softly.

“I still think about that night.”

She nodded. “Me too.”

“I think about how close I came to screwing it all up.”

“You did screw it up,” she said with a smile. “But you fixed it.”

“I’m going to mess up again. Eventually.”

“I know,” she said. “So will I.”

There was a pause, not awkward but sacred.

“I’m not scared like I used to be,” he added. “Of being known.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “That’s what love does. It drags you into the light.”

They stayed there a while, the city humming gently around them.

———

But of course, life isn’t just lazy Sundays and kisses over toast. Three months later, they fought again. It was stupid. It always was. A forgotten dinner plan. A careless joke. A tired comment. This time, it hit differently. He had been working late. She had been waiting. And when he came home, phone dead, her face was pale and furious.

“You said you’d be home by eight.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I lost track of time—”

“You always lose track of time, Harry. You lose track of me.”

That did it. Something flared inside him, old and defensive.

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is sitting at a table for an hour, checking my phone every five minutes like an idiot.”

Her voice broke at the end, and it felt like being stabbed with a spoon: dull but deep. He wanted to defend himself. To tell her she was overreacting. That he had work. That he was trying. But instead, he took a breath. A slow, painful breath.

“I should’ve called,” he said. “Even just a text. I’m sorry.”

She blinked. Surprised.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” he added. “You waited for me, and I didn’t show up. I get it. That sucks.” The anger in her face melted into hurt, then into something softer.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For not making me feel crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” he said. “You’re just in love with someone who sometimes disappears in his own head.” She walked over and wrapped her arms around him, forehead pressed to his chest.

“Don’t disappear,” she whispered.

“I won’t. Not again.” They held each other. No one said anything for a long time. Eventually, he pulled back and looked at her.

“I’ve got something,” he said, fumbling in his pocket. She raised an eyebrow. “If this is a snack, I forgive you forever.”

He laughed nervously.

It wasn’t a snack.

It was a small box.

Not velvet. Not perfect. But very, very Harry.

Her wide eyes locked onto his, and suddenly the air went still.

“I’m not asking now,” he said quickly. “I just… I wanted to show you. That I’m thinking about it. That I’m not going anywhere.” She stared at the box, then at him. Her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes shimmered.

“You’re serious?”

“I’ve never been more.”

She took the box, didn’t open it. Just held it close.

“Okay,” she said, voice shaking.

“Okay?”

She smiled. “Ask me when it’s raining. You know I love the rain.”

“Deal,” he whispered.

And just like that, they were them again.

———

It was raining on a Tuesday. Not the kind of soft drizzle that painted windows, but the full-hearted kind that danced on rooftops and overflowed gutters. Sunshine had always said it was her favorite weather—“the world washing itself clean,” she once called it. Harry stood under the awning of their corner café, holding a paper bag with two still-warm pastries and a takeaway coffee that was already beginning to cool in his hand. He watched the raindrops splatter against the sidewalk, his thumb running over the edge of the small box in his coat pocket. She was late. Not unusually so—she got distracted by bookstores, pigeons, buskers. Life itself. That’s what he loved about her. He didn’t plan to do it today. He had imagined candles or a violinist. Maybe even a beach trip. But now, watching the storm rage on and feeling that ache in his chest, he couldn’t wait anymore. She came into view through the blur of falling water. Hair drenched, cardigan clinging to her frame, cheeks flushed. She ran the last few feet and ducked under the awning with a breathless laugh.

“You’re soaked,” Harry said.

“So are you.”

“Not as beautifully.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop flirting with me, I’m a taken woman.”

“Are you?”

She looked up. Confused, then curious.

Harry pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee—still under the awning, but the wetness of the rain found his knees anyway.

She gasped. Hands to her face. Tears already mixing with raindrops on her cheeks.

“I love you in every storm,” he said. “Every fight, every silence, every morning-after. I love you in the quiet. I love you in the thunder. And I want to love you for every tomorrow I’m lucky enough to get.”

He opened the box.

“So,” he whispered. “Will you be my forever Sunshine?”

She couldn’t speak at first. Just nodded. And then, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He slid the ring on her finger, and she tackled him in a hug so forceful they both ended up in the rain, soaked to the skin and laughing. He kissed her like they hadn’t already lived a hundred lifetimes together. And in that kiss, they wrote the first word of their forever.

___

Mornings in the house were loud before they were bright.

It usually started with Theo—now seven—thudding down the hall like a boy with very important missions. Today, it was “rescuing” his stuffed astronaut from under the couch, where it had fallen during a daring space mission the night before. Rowan, five and full of opinions, followed closely behind with a superhero cape and a suspiciously sticky face. He believed in dragons, didn’t trust cucumbers, and routinely tried to convince June to call him “Captain Danger. June, now two, was the chaos personified. A tiny hurricane in mismatched socks, she could destroy a bookshelf in 30 seconds and had the most angelic laugh doing it. Her vocabulary included “no,” “mine,” and “more toast,” with equal intensity. Harry stood in the kitchen, hair messy, making pancakes with one hand and pouring orange juice with the other. Sunshine leaned against the counter, sipping coffee, smiling at the controlled madness. The radio played quietly in the background, some old jazz tune that Harry swore they danced to once in Paris.

“Dad, Rowan said I can’t be on the moon crew!” Theo shouted from the living room.

“You ate the moon, Theo!” Rowan shouted back.

“I was hungry!”

His sunshine sighed into her mug. “You get Theo, I’ll get Rowan.”

“Deal.”

They moved through their morning choreography with a grace that only came from years of repetition and love. Breakfast, lost socks, forgotten library books. Kisses on foreheads. Hairbrushes wrestling with curls. Juice spills. Laughter. Screams. Apologies. Do-overs. Sometimes, Harry stood in the hallway and just watched it all—like a man seeing color for the first time. Later that day, while June napped and the boys built a fort out of blankets and ambition, Sunshine found Harry on the back steps, sketching in a notebook.

He looked up. “I drew the house again.”

“You always draw the house.”

“I like drawing what I never thought I’d have.”

She sat beside him, legs tucked under herself. “It’s messy.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said.

They didn’t speak for a while. The sun dipped low, and the shadows of the trees danced across the yard. Inside, the boys’ fort collapsed, followed by laughter. June stirred on the baby monitor, murmuring nonsense in her sleep.

Sunshine smiled. “We did okay, didn’t we?”

Harry looked at her. At the lines by her eyes that hadn’t been there ten years ago. At the strength in her. The grace.

“We did better than okay,” he said. “We made a universe.”

———

Years passed.

The boys grew taller. Their shoes got bigger. Theo became quiet and thoughtful, always with a book or sketchpad in hand. Rowan stayed bold and loud, but grew gentler in the way he held his little sister’s hand when she was scared. June grew up fast. Too fast. She wore her mother’s old cardigans, her father’s smile. She sang to herself in the garden and kept a diary full of little poems.

And then one day, the house was quiet again.

Theo left first—for university, then a gap year in Japan. Rowan went a year later, chasing music and something wild in his bones. June lingered, the last flicker of childhood in the halls, before she, too, packed a suitcase and kissed them both goodbye at the train station. Harry and Sunshine stood on the platform holding hands, watching their youngest daughter wave from the window. When the train disappeared around the bend, Sunshine whispered, “It’s quiet again.” Harry kissed her temple. “But not empty.”

———

They bought the cottage a year later.

Tucked in the countryside, it had ivy on the walls and windows that caught the golden light just right. The garden was overgrown when they moved in, but Sunshine loved the wildness of it. “It feels honest,” she said. Inside, it smelled of lavender and old wood. The fireplace crackled in the evenings, and the bookshelves groaned with their history. Every corner was filled with something from their life together—a framed drawing Theo made at ten, Rowan’s first guitar, one of June’s early poems scrawled in blue ink and pinned to the fridge. There was a bench out front, just under the tree that bloomed too early each spring. Harry sat there most mornings with his coffee, wrapped in a sweater Sunshine had knitted years ago. She would join him soon after, bringing a second mug and a knowing smile. One morning, he looked over at her as she read her book, feet tucked under her, glasses sliding down her nose.

“Do you remember the rainy day?”

She looked up. “Which one?”

“The one with the pastries. The one where I finally asked.”

She laughed softly. “You were so nervous.”

“I still am.”

She reached out and took his hand.

“You don’t need to ask anymore,” she whispered. “You already have everything you need.”

They sat in silence for a while. Birds chirped. A breeze rustled the leaves.

Eventually, she rested her head on his shoulder.

“You know,” she said sleepily, “one day the kids will bring their kids here. This house is going to hold so many more stories.”

Harry smiled, eyes wet.

“I hope they find the love in the walls.”

“They will,” she whispered. “It’s in everything.”

———

When the world slowed even more, when days passed with the rhythm of the wind and evenings melted into starlight, Harry and Sunshine stayed side by side—just as they always had. He never stopped calling her Sunshine. And even in the quietest moments, when no one else was around, he would still reach for her hand and whisper,

“You’re still my favorite forever.”

And she would answer, always,

“I was yours before you even asked.”

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The Family Business Ch.5

WandaNat x Reader

Work Count: 1.2k

Chapter Notes: Angst, Violence

Summary: The guilt Wanda feels for missing your important milestones boils over and you're left trying to comfort her.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Dinner was over, but the chatter continued. Wanda had snuck off to the restroom somewhere amidst the conversation. Once she had finished up, she couldn’t fight the urge to go into her old room.

It was exactly the same as she left it. The light blue walls were littered with her old posters. Her bed still had a few old stuffed animals on it. Her desk was covered with post it notes, she used for keeping track of her important things.

Had she grown more than she had realized in the last five years? Was it selfish to assume that you wouldn't have?

“Something’s bothering you.”

Wanda startles at the sound of your voice. You stand in her doorway.

“Nothing, Y/n.”

You don't believe her.

You close the door behind you and fully step into her room. “You were quiet the entire dinner.”

“I was thinking,” she replied shortly.

“About what?”

She takes a seat on her bed and exhales, “A lot has changed since I’ve been away.”

You take a seat next to her, “You were gone for awhile.”

Her eyes meet yours, “I didn’t want to be. I didn't want to miss everything.”

She began to tear up. You hadn’t seen Wanda like this before. Wanda never let anyone see her be vulnerable. Her head rests on your shoulder, and she grabs one of your hands, seeking some comfort.

“Wanda it’s alright,” you try but she cuts you off.

“It’s not, I missed your graduation,” she began to sob.

You begin to internally panic, but you have enough sense to know that this is about more than your graduation. Your arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to you. She ends up straddling your lap. Her forehead lays against yours. You do your best to wipe her tears away.

“Forgive me, Y/n. Forgive me,” her cries grow louder.

Hesitantly you grab her face in your hands. Through the tears she sees the look of worry on your face. Wanda starts wiping at the tears with her sleeves.

You stop her, “There’s nothing that you missed that I can’t tell you about now. No one blames you for missing anything. I don’t blame you. I’m just happy you’re back.”

Wanda stops crying. She sniffles a bit with a sad smile on her face, “I remember that night when you came to the door.”

Your breath hitches. Her thumb follows the path on your check where the glass had cut you.

“You were so-”

“Helpless,” you finish.

Wanda shakes her head, “You are so strong. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it to the door.  I was going to say you were so pure. The world was so cruel even though you were nothing but a light.”

“Wanda-”

“Now, I’m hearing from everyone how you’re not like that anymore, that you’ve changed. I hate having to find out about you because I should know. My wife knows about how many people you’ve killed, and I didn’t even know you had fired a gun. I hate that it feels like I don’t know you anymore.”

You were taken aback by her words. Even with her being away for 5 years, you felt like she knew you better than anyone; even Pietro. Wanda had such a deep understanding of your inner workings that it scared you a lot of the time.

It took little effort to interlock your fingers with hers. You wait for her to look at you and when she does you speak, “You know me better than anyone ever has.”

“I used to,” she tries to drop your hands.

You don’t let her, “I can’t say that I haven’t changed at all, but I’m still me Wanda. I still watch reality tv as a guilty pleasure, I still eat my cheese puffs with a fork, and I still get a little antsy in the dark.”

She laughs a bit, and the sound brings a smile to your lips.  Your nerves ease as she seems to relax.

“You’re still my little krolik then?”

You blush a little but move her off your lap. You stand and hold out your hand. She doesn’t grab it, instead turning her back towards you.

You roll your eyes, “I’ll always be your little krolik. Now can we go back downstairs.”

Wanda hesitates, “Would you tell me what you told Natasha?”

“About my first kill?”

She nods lightly, “If it’s alright with you.”

You nod and sit at the desk chair across from the bed. It’s not much easier telling Wanda than it was telling Natasha. If anything, it was harder knowing how the woman had reacted in the past when you had been hurt.

“I should’ve known about this,” she’s seething, as she speaks.

“You had just lef-”

“I don’t care if the plane was mid fucking flight! I would’ve turned that bitch around!”

Before you could try to de-escalate the situation Pietro came into the room. “Is everything alright in here, you’ve been up here for a long time?”

Wanda jumps out of the bed and grabs the man by his collar. She nearly lifts him in the air, then beats on his chest. She’s moved him from the room to the hallway., You’re too stunned to intervene.

“WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME? NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME? SOME JERK FELT HER UP AND SHE SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME?”

Pietro remains calm, his hands rest on top of hers “Wanda it was nearly 5 years ago.”

“So why is this the first time I'm hearing of it?”  The drop in her voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Wanda put him down,” Dragos voice booms in the hallway.

She let Pietro go and instead redirects her glare to her father, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I knew you'd react like this. You’ve always been able to handle your emotions unless Y/n was involved,” his words only seem to anger her more.

“I’m the one that can't handle my emotions when it comes to Y/n? Are we sure about that? Because if you want to play ball I will swing for the fucking fences,” she combats quickly.

You watch as the color drains from Pietro’s face and even Dragos seems to stand down a bit.

“Wanda.” Natasha’s voice is strong as she speaks, “Let’s go, ok? I think everyone just needs a little space right now.”

Wanda doesn't seem like she’s done with the conversation.

“Y/n, sweetheart I think they're staying in your building. Why don't you take them there,” Flora suggests.

You nod, unable to speak at the moment.  You can see Wanda about to argue again so you slip your hand in hers. You don’t waste time pulling her towards the stairs. Natasha holds her other hand, clearing some of the tension from her system.

You get in the drivers seat while Natasha sits in the back with Wanda. Your brain was slightly clouded as her words sat with you.  Wanda knew something that made Pietro and Dragos cower in regard to you. You wanted to press on, but you knew she was in no shape to answer.

 Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, you could see that Natasha was whispering to her, trying to calm her. You’d never known Wanda to have a temper, but apparently, when it came to you her rage seemed unrelenting.

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[aimedis]

porter & treasure headcanons 🧛💎

"i assure you, i see you perfectly.. i see you..."

porter loves treasure’s hands. he loves kissing each of their fingertips and knuckles, he loves when they run their fingers through his hair, he loves when they wave their hands around when they’re talking he loves them

porter feels his heart break whenever he sees treasure cry 

and whenever treasure smiles, he falls apart 

treasure loves hearing porter talk and vice versa 

they’re both waiting on the other to make the first move to officially talk about their relationship status 

treasure is prone to headaches and porter massages their temples for them when it gets bad, laughing when they pout up at him 

treasure is also veryyyy clumsy. they're always running into shelves or tables or bumping their head. they always have random bruises and cuts without even realizing it (porter learned a little healing magic from sam for them) 

while they reassure each other, treasure says how they feel bluntly and absentmindedly and it always catches porter off guard (cue treasure being confused as to why he’s blushing and stuttering) 

at this point, porter rarely feeds off of anyone who isn't treasure

he feeds on them while they're reading or watching tv and it's genuinely a peaceful experience for them as much as it is a sexual one

treasure is terrified of spiders and other bugs. they'll be in another room screaming their head off and porter thinks they're getting murdered but it's just a tiny insect

he kills them without hesitation every time and carries them out of the room

treasure has porter wrapped around their finger and they have no idea

porter had a "never stay the night/wipe their memory" mentality before he met treasure. but he knew after talking to them for ten seconds that he was so fucked up over them idk if this has been proven non-canon before, i forgot

treasure has horrible eating habits and porter is always scolding them for it (he cooks for them every time he's over)

they watch horror movies together all the time and treasure screams and clings onto porter every single time

once, treasure's really bad friends tried to confront them about "leaving them for some guy" and they got really upset so porter took the phone from them and told said "friends" off

afterwards, they ranted and cried in his arms for hours

they've done the lady and the tramp eating the same spaghetti string thingy before and neither of them could stop laughing

porter cups treasure's cheeks everytime he kisses them

whenever treasure's sick, porter fusses over them like a worried mom (applies if they even have a slight sniffle)

they've never had an actual argument but they do bicker a lot about random little things that don't matter

they don't live together but porter is always in treasure's apartment, he might as well live there. he has clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and his skin/body care there alongside treasure's

treasure also goes over to porter's place sometimes, but both of their favourite is theirs

if asked, both of them will answer that yes, it is very much casual but they both know it's not

treasure kisses the tip of porter's nose a lot

porter has the most comfortable chest in the world and treasure loves resting their head on it

porter is a little secretive with the whole vampire thing at times and it bothers treasure a little but not enough to bring it up to him

however, he noticed they were being pouty whenever he brushed their questions off and reassured them he'd tell them in good time which helped them feel better

porter cuts treasure's fruit for them because he doesn't trust them with a knife

treasure laughs their fucking ass off whenever porter says any british/"old time-y" phrase or pronounces something widely different from the way they do

treasure, because they're not used to being listened to, talks a lot around porter because he makes them feel heard and listened to

porter loves listening to them talk about any and everything. he loves their voice, especially when they're just rambling before they fall asleep and he can just hear as their words slow and start to slur before they knock out

treasure buys every little thing that they think porter might like to give to him

their song is bad habits by delaney jane

[miumiubaek]

stay n cook ~ chef!sukuna x wife!reader

grocery list

you walk around in the women's hygiene aisle trying to find your usual brand of pads, see its interesting to play hide and seek and look for products when they change up the layout of the store but you are annoyed today for no reason.

"sukuna i need an extra pair of eyes" yuji is giggling holding onto sukuna's hair, he is placed on sukuna's shoulders. "woah yuji you grew so much you're so tall" you gasp playfully making the boy blush. "i'm the tallest, more than you more than sukuna", he exclaims and you get on your tippy toes to try and pinch his cheek affectionately. sukuna being the menace he is also gets on his tippy toes making it hard for you reach yuji. "i will start climbing you like a tree sukuna", you whisper to him "i'd love that" he whispers back.

"ohh it must have been heartbreaking" you see an old lady smiling at you. "i'm sorry?" sukuna is offended thinking she has something mean to say. she points at yuji "so much pain carrying and birthing a child for it to look like a carbon copy of the dad and nothing like you huh" she pats your back before smiling warmly at yuji waving and walking away before you could deny sukuna laughs pulling you to the other side.

You forget what the lady said as you try to check and make sure you've got everything for sukuna's meal prep today. He does not do much meal prep he likes to prepare everything fresh but he makes all the bread for the week on sundays and pickles some veggies. You are standing next to the cooler in the produce section when yuji is running to you with tears in his eyes, his nose red. "sukuna will eat me", he cries into your chest when you pick him up, as you try to reassure him that nothing like that will happen the boy slowly calms down sniffling. Yuji stays in your lap hugging you throughout the car ride back home and even after going home he makes sure you are around the vicinity. You glare at sukuna who is eyeing yuji with a smirk. "stop it you are scaring the child", you slap his chest.

Later in the day sukuna is making you some cut vegetable salad thingy and his hands are all red from the beetroot. when you are busy with your laptop he shows both his hands dripping with red liquid to yuji before dramatically licking some "children's blood tastes so good", he says "hmm?", you don't pay attention to the pale kid sitting on the high chair staring between you and your monster of a husband.

"Sukuna why did you not get pineapples, i saw some good one's", you say taking a look at all the cut fruits for tomorrow. "are you not in the mood for peeling them?", you ask picking up yuji and walking closer to where sukuna is cutting up the meat. yuji shuts his eyes not wanting to let sukuna bully him more.

"no pineapples for some time", he says you roll your eyes. "bossy", you mutter walking away from him. yuji is so relieved when his dad arrives to pick him up because he does not know when his uncle might just start chopping him up into pieces. you go to open the door and right when yuji was ready to run behind you sukuna grabs him and puts him over his shoulder like a sack of baby potatoes. "remember what i taught you, say that exactly and i will not cook you", he warns and stops you from opening the door, his brother can wait. "yuji has something to say", he says looking at the little boy in his arms. "i'm bored playing with you", you gasp lightly, your hand to your chest - always the dramatic one, sukuna cannot help but roll his eyes. "i would love if there was a little baby around to play", he says in a rush before jumping out of sukuna's hands. you are stunned when sukuna opens the door, you send off yuji with a kiss on his cheek and sukuna whispers something in his ear making him giggle. you do not utter a word and rush to your laptop.

"honey", sukuna strokes your hair, you are lying on your bed that is the perfect size for you both, you made sure its not too big so you won't drift away from each other in your sleep. Your head is on his chest and you can feel his rythmic heart beating a bit faster now. "did i put you in an awkward position today? i'm sorry", he uses a finger to push your chin up so he can see your face. "no no its just that... i know we did not exactly talk about children but... what if i don't want any", you says your expression shows how nervous you are and sukuna chuckles. "more of you for me, i don't mind if you and me are the only people in the world", he says and your eyes well up. "but you like yuji" "i do, maybe that kid can stay", he says leaning down to peck your lips. "what the madam says goes, ok?", you melt in his touch and words. "maybe..." you hide your face in his chest. "we can try after this month", you say voice muffled. "he is surprised you can literally feel his heart skip a beat. "you are really ok with that? don't do it for my sake i hate children anyway i'm only doing it because its with you", he babbles but you pinch him to stop. "i want to.. really", he chuckles. "i have to add more fibre, calcium and iron to your diet he sits up and your head falls off his chest making you grumble. he leans over to his bedside table and takes out a small container. he slams it into your hand "two tablets a day, lets start with one and increase it to two" "what the hell is this", you read the label. Folic acid tablets. "when did you even get these? were you planning this?", you shout and he smirks "rights after the old lady called that brat our child, imagine me you and our baby girl going grocery shopping", he says with a sigh pulling you back to his chest and stroking your hair. "baby girl? like you know already", you raise a brow. "i know" "what if we have twins", you challenge. "two girls then", he says making you giggle.

you are both almost asleep when you suddenly remembered yuji's crying face. "kuna what did you say to yuji, why was he crying", you ask plopping your chin on his chest, so you can get a better look at his face. "we were in line, he heard my stomach growl and laughed at me, i just told him i'm hungry enough to eat a child and brat started crying, weakling", there is a grin on his face like he is reliving the exact moment. you slap his chest trying to control your laugh. "you're such a meanie, i hope our girls bully you", you say and sukuna sucks in a breath "i hope they do", he says and you can't help but kiss him crazy.

Masterlist

A/N: chef!sukuna is so juno by sabrina carpenter coded

Any suggestions or ideas please leave them down i would appreciate it alot

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 15: Creature Fear

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter

Natasha opened the door with a look of surprise. Someone was holding a bouquet of flowers, a present, and balloons. She couldn’t even see who it was. Until you popped your head through the balloons.

“Y/N?” She beamed laughing.

“Happy birthday Nat.” You smiled widely.

Natasha couldn’t wait for you to even step inside she jumped in your arms. Presents falling to the floor with petals falling around you. You chuckled holding her up as her legs wrapped around you. Stepping inside you shut the door, kicking the presents aside.

“I wasn’t sure you’d make it.” She mumbled against your neck.

“I promised you, and I didn’t want to break another promise with you. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me too of course.” 

Natasha kissed you softly letting her fingers run through your hair before pulling away. “I missed you like crazy.”

“I missed you too. You wanna-“

“Yes.” She nodded, kissing you again only for you to break the kiss.

“I was gonna say open your presents, but that sounds amazing.” You chuckled walking over to the sofa, setting her down.

She blushed, nodding as she cleared her throat crossing her legs. You handed her a bouquet of carefully picked out flowers.

“Y/N, these are so beautiful. I love them, thank you.” She bites her lip, blushing a little as she studies the flowers. 

You bring the present to the coffee table sitting next to her as she smells her flowers. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, I just needed you.” She mumbles against your shoulder.

“It’s your birthday, Natalia, it should be celebrated.” You say softly placing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re the sweetest.” She sighs, pecking your lips.

“So why don’t you open your first couple gifts of the day.”

“First couple gifts?” She smiles, biting her lip. “Y/N you really-“

“Stopppp come on.” You say as Leho leaps on the table to see what chaos you brought.

She smirked seeing you look nervous as she opens the first gift only to find a large envelope. Natasha furrows her brows at you before opening it. She gasps as she reads the title of legal documents, and the notary of the republic’s stamp.

“You’re…. Divorced… She actually signed them?”

“She didn’t really have a choice.”

“Oh my God. Y/N how? I thought it was going to take months!?”

“Well I finally listened to you spoke to my parents. With their help and Tony’s I counter sued for everything she did to me. The couples therapist Agatha turned in her notes to the judge which also helped immensely. The Fabrays hate a bad image and caved immediately especially when they knew I could squash them like a bug.”

Natasha tackled you in a hug.

“I promised you it would happen. I promised you, Nat.”

“I know you did.” She nodded, wiping her tears as you brought her in a kiss.

“I wanna be with you.” You say softly.

“You’ve had me Y/N.” She cried, wrapping her arms around you snuggling into your side. “How… How are the kids taking this?”

“Finley doesn’t really understand but she loves you so, I know she won’t be too put off. Beth on the other hand is upset. She doesn’t understand. She probably won’t until she’s older, and that’s okay. She refuses to speak to me right now. The moment we sat her down to discuss the divorce she pushed me out, and said she never wants to see me again.”

“Baby.” Natasha cried holding your hand. “Baby she doesn’t mean it.”

“I know.” You sniffled feeling Natasha wipe your tears. “She loves her mom very much. I can't be the one to tarnish that image. When she cools down I’ll talk to her again.”

“Beth loves you Y/N so much. I know she does, you know she does. You’re right she just needs some time divorce is not easy on a 12 year old. Are they home?”

“Beth is at school and I think Quinn is at her sisters with Fin. She said she didn’t want to see me here.”

“So she knows?”

“Ohhhh yeah she knows I’m with you.” You nod.

“Is she mad? Like burn down my house mad?”

“No actually, just like she’s finally let me go. I think her seeing our old friends really helped knock some sense into her as well. Plus as much as I hate to say it Rachel is kind of helping her move on.”

“So she’s more so upset with herself and her actions?”

“That’s what I got from it in court, but I thought maybe it was a ruse. Anyway, enough about my ex wife and open your next present.”

You handed Natasha a wrapped gift. She looked up, raising her brow looking down at the Christmas themed paper and bow. “You wrapped this?” 

“Of course! I’m a black belt at gift wrapping.” You grinned.

She giggled while opening the gift only to see a Fisherman’s sweater. “Ohhh I love it.” She says holding it up seeing something fall out of the sweater she frowns grabbing it before Leho can get it.

The scenic view of the East coast of Maine

“I thought since you’re taking a break right now maybe you and I can take a road trip all the way to Maine? Or we can just-“

Natasha tackles you in a hug “I love it.” 

“Are you sure? Cause it’s cold and if you’d rather just go somewhere more tropical I can still change it.”

“Nope, I’ve never been upstate. I think that’s a great idea.”

“Alright I guess pack for a week and then get dressed for brunch cause Wanda is currently making you a fabulous brunch for your birthday right about now.”

“Oh my gosh!” Natasha stood up running up the stairs packing for the winter vacation.

You chuckled looking down at Leho “Don’t worry I won’t make you join us in the car ride Yelena is going to stay here and take care of you.” The black cat purred and hopped up on your lap. “Yeah I figured you weren’t the car riding type.”

You stood up making your way up the staircase leaning against Natasha’s doorway when you notice something you thought you lost.

“Is that my hoodie?” You gasped “and my jacket!? I thought I lost them!”

“No, don't look!” Natasha groaned.

“You little thief!” You chuckled.

“They smelled like you.” She smiled, holding them up to her nose. 

You brought her in your arms pecking her lips. “I’ll be sure to rotate them so you always have something that smells like me then.” You lifted it to your nose, closing your eyes and smiled. “Now it smells like you.”

“So sweet.” She muttered before kissing you once more. She turned in your arms as she continued her packing.

You moved her hair to the side and left small kisses from her shoulder to her neck.

“Hmm, I missed you.” She sighed.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” You held her from behind burying your nose in her hair.

“I think I have an idea.” Natasha’s fingers ran through your hair, her body arching into you. 

Nat lifted her phone showing you a video that Mike sent her.

“Dude what are you doing?” Mike giggled using his video to see what you were looking at. “Is that Natasha?”

“Maybe.” You purse your lips coyly slightly drunk. 

“Why are you looking at her picture? You weirdo.” Santana cackled.

“I miss her.” You shrugged.

“Aww!” Kurt frowns, hugging your head. “Me too!”

“Oh my God! You’re such a simp. This is your boo Natasha. Out here cryin’ in da club.” 

You all started cackling before the video came to an end.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shook your head.

“I thought it was sweet.” She smiled, turning in your arms. You widen your stance so you can be at eye level. “Don’t be embarrassed baby, I'm your woman.”

“My woman, I love the sound of that.” You grin, smooching her lip feeling her hands massage your shoulders.

“Anything else you need to show me or tell me about?” You chuckled.

“No.” She smirked looking away.

“You sure?” 

“I may have also seen you guys sing Don’t Stop Believing and some of your friends dm’ed me that they’re happy for us. That’s all. Again! I thought it was sweet.” The redhead beauty smiled, pecking your lips before smacking your ass and making her way to the bathroom. 

“Hm.” You grunted.

She began grabbing her toiletries in a bag she looked over seeing you laying down feet off the bed. Your arms wrapped around her pillow, eyes closed for a brief moment while she packs. She smiles looking at you she’s wanted you for so long now, and it’s finally happening.

You mentally went through the checklist again. The cooler is packed with snacks and drinks. You have the snow chains on already extra in the back just in case. Your suitcase is packed, the rest of the presents are in the back, blankets, pillows, some extra wood, alcohol and mixers, champagne, some groceries in an extra cooler, and Tony’s keys to his cabin.

You could hear her walking around quietly as she packs up her suitcase when you felt some weight on your legs.

“Okay! I’m ready!” She sang she lifted up on her knees as you flipped over.

“Hmmm okay baby.” You yawned while stretching.

Natasha straddled you and you let your hand lightly rub her thick thighs. She leaned down kissing you softly inhaling you as she broke the kiss.

“We… don’t have any extra time… do we?”

“We…” you looked at your watch. “Do not.” You sigh.

“But it’s my birthday.” She sticks her bottom lip out with a frown dry humping you. “I can be a little late.”

You groan feeling her lips suck on your sweet spot and rub against your other sweet spot.

“You and I both know we’re not gonna wanna go just one round. Besides, I don't really want our first time as a couple to be a quickie.” You chuckle, slapping her ass. “Come on birthday girl. 

She whines getting off of you and you grin standing up taking her bags. 

“What about Leho?” She said sadly while picking up her baby.

“Yelena is going to take care of her and the house.” You muttered the last part.

“Oh God okay just let me write out something real quick, and put the flowers in a vase.”

“Alright I’ll put these in the truck.”

Natasha wrote out a quick message asking her sister to water the plants, the new flowers you just gave her, and what times to feed Leho. She even gave her some money for food just in case.

Natasha walked out seeing a cover over your truck bed. “Since when have you had that?”

“Oh it came with it, I just never had a chance to use it.” You chuckled. “Are those your balloons?” You chuckled.

“I just got them, it's bad enough I have to leave my flowers.”

You grinned walking over taking them from her and walking over to Wanda’s. You knocked and she told you both to come in from the Stark bell. You open the door letting her through first hearing all her friends say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Oh my gosh you guys!” Natasha smiled seeing all of her friends.

Wanda ran over bringing her in a big hug. “Ohhh I love you, happy birthday!” She cooed.

“Happy birthday!” Pietro smiled, giving her a hug as well. “Just so you know my gift is me getting up early to help Wanda.” His older sister smacked him and Natasha laughed. “Hey what’s up Y/N.” He smiled, giving you a hug.

Wanda led you both towards the end of the table giving Natasha a tiara, her breakfast plate and a mimosa.

Breakfast went on and then the gifts began.

“This is from me and Buck. Happy birthday Nat we love you.” Steve smiled with Bucky's arm around him.

“Oh wow thank you guys!” Natasha looks down at the brand new Glock and set of bullets. 

“That’s the new G29 it’s beautiful.” Steve explains.

“Oh my God.” Vis gasps lowly he hates guns. Wanda takes his hand. Natasha closes the case and thanks Steve and Bucky before you take it and safely set it aside.

“Jeez.” You hear Tony mutter as he drinks his mimosa.

“Happy birthday love.” Laura smiles with Clint grinning behind her.

It was a framed photo of Natasha and you with all the kids at the fair. Along with a little Hawaiian statue.

“Thank you Laura.” Natasha smiled showing you the picture. You smiled looking at her. “It’s sweet, I'll make sure to put it up before we leave.”

“Just make sure to keep the statue with you.” Clint cackled.

“Oh Clint.” Laura smacked him.

“What is this?”

“We got it during our trip to Hawaii. It’s a fertility statue.”

“It fucking works.” Clint raised his brows looking at the two of you.

You and Natasha chuckle a bit.

“I’m serious we were having some trouble with Nate and well that little fucker helped. So when you’re ready just make sure he’s around for the action.”

You chuckled turning red scratching the back of your neck.

“Those Hawaiians, dude they know they’re shit.” Clint punched your arm. “I know you’ve got a couple so be sure to wrap it before you tap it from now on it’s like magic.”

“Clint for the love of God.” Laura whined.

Natasha placed the frame and statue in her purse before the next guest came over. You took her hand rubbing circles on her palm.

“You okay?” You ask near her ear.

“I just need to go to the bathroom right quick.” She nods and pecks your hand.

You look at her slightly worried before looking towards Wanda. “I should-“

“Go.” She nods.

You stand and rush upstairs.

“Damn it Clint I told you not to put that in there.” Laura groaned covering her face.

“What? What’s wrong-“

“Nat, can’t have children.” She said in his ear.

“Fuck.” 

You reach the master bath and knock softly. “Baby?”

The door swings open and she pulls you in a kiss.

“Whoa.” You manage to say as she hums in your mouth. “Honey?”

“I need you Y/N.” She husks. “I need you so bad and we don’t have much time.” 

“Nat, I think you might not be dealing with this the right way. Just take a breather-“

“Y/N please.” She whines against your lips, her hands on your belt. “Please baby I need you so badly right now. It won’t take much. I know this isn’t what you had in mind for our first time as a couple to be in Wanda’s bathroom, but please! I need you inside of me.” 

“Talia, my love please just take a second.”

“Love?” Natasha freezes.

“This wasn’t how I was going to tell you.” You squeezed your eyes shut. 

“You love me?” She asks in surprise.

“So much. I’ve been wanting to say those words for a while now.” You chuckle, bringing her against you.

“I’ve longed to hear those words from you.” She whispered.

“I just wanted to wait until it was finally over. Until I had it in writing for you.”

“I know my love.” She whispers, kissing you softly. 

“I hope I was worth the wait.”

“You are always worth it. I love you so much.” She smiles, laying her forehead against yours.

You pull her into a hug just as she begins to cry.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. I felt so sad and then you came up to take care of me and I’ve just never had that before-“ she started to tear up.

“It’s okay you’re allowed to feels things. Clint hit a sore spot.”

“I missed you so much Y/N.” She sniffled as you wiped away her tears.

“I missed you too, baby. I missed all of you. I missed your laugh, your smile, the way your voice gets gravely when you're sleepy or just woke up, your cooking, your kisses. Your beautiful body. The way I feel when I’m inside of you and the noises I bring out of you. I’m so in love with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Yelena tried making me watch a ton of other shows. Wanda included. I would find myself thinking of you or if you’d call me. Or even text. I was always checking my phone.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out enough.”

“You did better after I told you. We just have to communicate better.”

“We will.” You nod.

“We should go back out there.” She says softly caressing your cheek. 

“Okay.” You stand up from your crouched position and help her off the toilet seat. She fixes your hair and takes the lipstick off your face.

“Lovely.” She nods.

“Stop, you're making me blush.”

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You both come back down and no one makes a comment, they just continue on like nothing happened.

“You okay?” Wanda asks in Russian.

Natasha nods happily. “Oni skazali mne, chto lyubyat menya.” (They told me that they love me.)

“Finally!” Wanda sighed in relief.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully.

You lean over to Tony when you notice everyone giving you the wink. “So I take it, everyone knows my plan for the cabin?”

“Yup.” Tony nods.

“Got it. So who told?”

“Who do you think?”

You scanned the table. “Scott told Louis?”

“Of course he did.” Tony huffed.

“As long as Nat doesn’t hear about it.”

“She won’t, don’t worry. You got the papers?”

“Yup showed Nat before coming over here.”

“Pepper, give you the keys?”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright.” Tony chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. You got this kid.”

You nodded with a grin before looking over at Natasha who looked down at her gift. It was an ant farm that Scott gave her. 

“I said grab an Aunty Anne’s gift card because she loves they’re pretzels. Why would she want an ant farm Scott?”

“I don’t know why would she want a gift card to Aunty Anne’s?” He huffed. “Besides, ants are way cooler!”

“It’s okay, this is pretty cool, thank you.” Natasha smiled nodding she’ll just give it to Finley.

“Hey Scott.” You smiled right before nut punching him.

“Oh fuck.” Scott gasped nearly toppling to the floor.

“Y/N?!” Natasha scolded you.

“It’s just this game we play at work. Right Scotty? This game about not telling Louis certain things.”

“Yup.” He smiled through the pain waving Natasha off. Steve and Bucky cringed.

“Kind of what he gets; what a big mouth.” Bucky muttered.

“I fucking told you not to tell Louis.” Hope whispered harshly.

“I know.” He gasped as she helped him over to his chair.

“I’ll get you some ice.” Vis nods standing up.

“Thank you.” Scott groaned.

Natasha glared at you once more and you shrugged it off. “He lost the game. I don't know what to tell ya.”

“That was hilarious.” Clint chuckled while getting another mimosa as Thor fell out of his chair laughing. 

“You know you deserved that shit right?.” Val snickered looking at Scott.

“Come on babe get up.” Jane said to Thor who had tears in his eyes from laughter.

“Happy birthday Natasha!” They said together, handing her a tiny gift bag. Thor was still snickering to himself.

“Oh thank you so much!” It was a gift card to Lululemon. 

Soon Val and Carol were up.

“I would say happy birthday but I think this one is a little more for my mate Y/N over here.” Val snickered, winking at you and Carol rolled her eyes.

Natasha ripped open the paper and the white box to find a set of sexy lingerie. The redhead opted out of showing everyone and kept it in the box she didn’t even show you instead she thanked them with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Carol leaned down and whispered in her ear. You wondered what it was because her eyes widened and Carol giggled before taking Val’s hand and taking their seats.

“You alright?” You asked.

“Hmhm.” She nodded, taking a gulp of her drink.

“For Pepper and Tony’s gift they’re letting us stay in their Cabin.” 

“Oh thank you.” Natasha said towards Pepper and Tony.

“Of course but we also got you this.” Pepper handed Natasha a bottle of wine. “It’s one of my all time favorites. I think you’ll like it.”

“It also gets her going if you know what I mean.” Tony mutters lowly toward you.

You chuckled while taking a sip of your drink. 

Soon it’s nearly 2 pm and now you’re way off schedule.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Wanda says softly as you help her clean up.

“Do not apologize Wands. It’s okay, seriously we can make a pit stop at a hotel. It's not that bad plus I wanted us to take our time getting up to Maine.”

“Still you had the whole day planned.” She said sadly.

“The plan can still go on tomorrow.” You smile.

“Okay I am ready.” Natasha smiled lazily, still a bit buzzed from all the mimosas.

“Go on. I’ve got it from here.”

You grab the presents and Natasha insists on giving the ant farm to Finley so you leave it on the front door with a note and leave the framed photo of the fair in Nat’s home before she says farewell to Yelena.

“Happy birthday Cestra.” She smiles at her drunk sister then at you before handing her a little gift.

“What’s this?” Natasha frowns seeing a check.

“I wanna help pay you back for the clock tower.”

“Lena-“

“No buts plus I figured maybe it’ll help bring our parents back from Russian? I know you had to use that money to send me to school and bring me here and fix the tower so… yeah.”

“Aww.” Natasha cried, bringing Yelena in a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go.” Yelena wipes her eyes smiling at you. “Take care of my sister. She’s precious cargo.”

“With my life.” You smile helping Natasha walk to the truck. “You wanna lay down in the back? I can make a bed.”

“Not unless you’re gonna lay down with me.” Natasha mumbles hopping in the truck.

You chuckle before shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat. You both wave to Yelena before driving away.

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When you’re finally out of New York Natasha notices how beautiful the mountains look.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“It is really cold, but smell the air.” You slow down a bit and roll down the window.

She breathes the air in smiling as she closes her eyes. “Wow, it smells so good!” . 

You slow down pulling over seeing a maple candy stand.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a maple candy stand. I’m gonna get you some wanna stay in the truck?”

“No!” She hops out and watches you buy some candy as she picks up a red leaf and breathes in the mountain air.

Along the road she asks if you can stop at certain places and of course you oblige by getting her little trinkets and taking random photos.

You both eat snacks from the cooler and sing along to every song she wants to hear occasionally listening to a podcast. You finally stop when it gets too dark somewhere in Vermont. You stop by a diner.

“This place is so cute.” Natasha smiles seeing how retro everything looks.

“Well hello sweethearts my name is Eve what can I getcha?” An older woman walks up with a big smile.

“We will take the lovers lane.” Natasha orders off the menu.

“Okay! I haven’t seen yall out here before where ya from?” 

“New York, it’s her birthday we figured we make a road trip out of it and go up state.”

“Oh well that’s fun, welcome to town! I’ll tell ya what I’ll bring you a slice of pie on the house!”

“Thank you Eve!” Natasha smiled.

You dug into your pockets looking for change.

“What are you doing?” Natasha smirked.

“I’m looking for quarters.” You grinned nodding towards the mini jukebox.

The redhead grabbed her purse taking out .50cents. “Here.”

“You pick it’s the fun part.” You grinned, pushing her hand away.

Natasha smiled and put the change in before choosing an oldie.

“Great choice.” You grinned hearing the doo-wop in the beginning.

“My love must be a kind of blind love. I can’t see anyone but you.” She smiled lovingly at you as you blushed.

‘(Sha bop sha bop)

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Dance with me?”

‘(Sha bop sha bop)

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Here?” 

‘(Sha bop sha bop)’

“Right here.” You stand up offering your hand which she happily accepts.

‘Are the stars out tonight (sha bop sha bop)’

You bring her close swaying in the diner.

‘I don't know if it's cloudy or bright (sha bop sha bop)

I only have eyes for you dear’

“I love you.” Natasha says softly caressing your cheek.

(Sha bop sha bop)

“I love you too.” You say looking down into her eyes.

‘The moon may be high

(Sha bop sha bop)’

There’s only one other patron in the diner and they can’t help but smile seeing the two of you dancing.

‘But I can't see (sha bop sha bop) a thing in the sky

I only have eyes for you’

“Eve, put their dinner on my tab.” The patron smiled.

‘I don't know if we're in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“They do look so in love don’t they?” Eve smiled watching you and Natasha sway to the music.

‘You are here

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“I don’t ever wanna stop this train with you.” She whispers.

‘And so am I

(Sha bop sha bop)’

“I don’t ever plan on stoppin’.” You lean down pecking her lips gently.

‘Maybe millions of people (sha bop sha bop) go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes for you’

You both take your seats just as the food came out.

“This looks amazing.” You grin.

“Here baby you pick the next song while we eat.” Natasha hands you a couple quarters.

“Welllllllll…You know you make me wanna shout! Kick my heels up and shout!”

“So good.” You both said as you ate your burgers. “Might have to come back just for this.”

“I know!” She chuckled.

You both ate and laughed as you spoke about your days apart. 

“What made you wanna do this?” She asked, drinking her milk shake.

“Well we were hungry-“

“I meant this trip. Smartass.” Natasha smirked.

“I just felt like we’ve been apart for a long time and wanted to make up for it.” You explain with a light shrug.

Just as Eve promised, a slice of Pie arrived and you both somehow managed to eat every piece of it.

“Thank you so much Eve, this dinner was so good we might just have to make the trek back out just for your food.” Natasha smiled.

“Please do!” Eve laughed.

“Where do I pay Ms. Eve.”

“Actually the gentleman that was in here paid for your meal. He just said he was heartwarmed to see how in love you both are. Made him remember his wife.”

“Oh well now I feel terrible for not being able to thank him.” You pout.

“Don’t be he just wanted to do something nice for you both.”

“Well please tell him we said thank you.” Natasha smiled warmly.

“Of course!” Eve smiled picking up the plates that you stacked at the end of the table.

You left a hefty tip before getting back in the truck and heading towards the hotel.

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“Oh no I’m so sorry I thought we had two beds when we spoke on the phone but it turns out that room is being remodeled. We only have one room left with one king bed.” The front desk girl frowned.

“Oh just the one huh?” You clear your throat, shuffling your feet. You knew if you took that room keeping your hands to yourself would seem difficult.

“You’re absolutely sure there’s only one left.” You ask once more.

The front desk girl sighed and said. “If you don’t want the room-“

“We’ll take it.” Natasha huffed, rolling her eyes at you. “Y/N, if you don’t want to share a bed with me-“ 

“I’m sorry it’s not that at all, not even a little bit you know that.” You bite your lip seeing her nod at you. Natasha took the key. “It’s just- I don’t want you to think just cause I did all this means you have to put out. That’s all. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Natasha smiles softly and pecks your lips. “You’re sweet, and I’m making you start to overthink things because of how I’ve been acting and I’m sorry.”

“Nat, no apologizing. This is new for us… I’ve never been with another woman besides Quinn, and you’ve never been with someone like me. We just need to get in the groove again… I’m gonna park the truck you go on ahead and I’ll bring up our things.”

She nodded before walking off. Natasha kept telling herself to stop over thinking as well you both fell for one another as friends. The only things that’s changed is now there’s nothing holding you both back. You’re both free to be together.

You tiredly made your way to the room. Walking in only to hear the shower running. You quickly change when you hear the water stop. She walks out right as you switch shirts.

Natasha gulped, gripping the door handle.

“Hey.” You smile trying not to blush at the fact that she’s only in a towel.

“Hi.” She smiles a tint of blush across her dewy cheeks. “I forgot you were bringing up the suitcases and got ahead of myself. Can I borrow something to sleep in?”

“I got you.” You grinned getting off the bed. You rummaged through your suitcase finding an extra set of boxers and an old football t-shirt. You walked them over handing them to her.

“Thanks.” She whispers, looking at you. 

“Oh! Sorry.” You chuckled turning around.

She smiled as you turned towards the wall. That’s not why she was staring. She was staring because all she had on was a towel and all she wanted to do was drop it. Just to have you worship her body, but she can tell you’re exhausted. Mentally and physically you just need to rest. Natasha knows damn well if she ignites that fire in you it won’t be put out until it’s time for you both to leave the hotel. She shook her thoughts before dropping the towel not missing the way it made you squirm. 

She inhaled the fresh scent of your boxers and t-shirt. 

“Don’t worry I just washed them before we left.” You chuckled, rubbing your neck. Desperately trying not to look at her through the small reflection on the lamp.

“I’d hope so.” She teased you. “You can turn around now.” She let the shirt fall on her just as you turned around. You gulped seeing the bottom of her breasts and the small freckle on her rib cage.

She climbs into bed laying next to you when she turns on her side. “Thank you for today. Best birthday ever.” She smiled dreamily before leaning over kissing your cheek softly.

“Yeah?” You goofily grin before yawning. You could already feel your exhaustion take over your body as your girl played with your hair.

“Hmhm, you got your divorce, gave me breakfast with all my friends at Wanda’s. You told me you love me. Then we spent the day driving through the mountains. It’s been amazing.” She giggled. “I’ve never had anyone do anything like this for me before, thank you Detka.”

“I didn’t even get to give you the rest of your presents.” You said sleepily trying to sit up only for her to stop you.

“You can give them to me when we’re at the cabin.”

“You sure?” You asked halfway asleep.

“Yes.” She smiles. “Don’t worry about them right now. Everything is perfect today was perfect. You’re perfect.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I love you Talia.” You closed your eyes snuggling into your pillow feeling the way her nails grazed your skin and hair as you drifted off to sleep.

“I love you too baby.”

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You wake to the sound of your phone alarm clicking on. The soft strums of Creature Fear by Bon Iver in the air. You hum out feeling warmth against your chest and feeling the sun shine on your face. Slightly upset that you forgot to close the curtain, but the view of the mountains is just too beautiful to stay cranky. You start to realize you’re spooning Natasha and your cock is rock hard as it always is first thing in the morning. Your cock was throbbing feeling the heat from Natasha’s body. 

You slowly lift your head looking down at your entwined legs. You briefly wonder how and when this happened throughout the night. Then you wonder if you can untangle yourself without waking her so you can shower. You look down at your arms. One is under her and the pillow with half her hand in yours and the other arm was wrapped around her with her arm laid over yours and fingers threaded through yours. You tangled yourselves throughout the night.

Her head turned slowly, her eyes wide open. She must have been awake for some time. It’s silent and you’re just admiring her underneath the morning sun. She was breathtaking. You felt like you forgot how to breathe just by looking into her eyes. Natasha was the first to wiggle her fingers bringing your attention to your hands. You stretched your fingers locking them in with hers before looking back into her emerald eyes. She looked down at your covered cock poking her right where she wanted it. You felt the air leave your lungs when she pushed her ass against your throbbing cock. 

The moment her hooded eyes looked from your hardened member to you. Almost in an instant you forgot about everything and all you saw and all you wanted was her. Like a silent agreement you both threw caution to the wind. Letting your lips meet in a passionate kiss. Breathing one another in deeply before your hands let go of hers. You needed to feel her everywhere. You cupped her face inhaling her before letting one hand roam down her back towards her ass and the other threaded through her soft auburn hair. 

She moaned, feeling you squeeze her ass. Her hands were hooked under your arms. Fingernails grazing your back. You stopped for a second letting her take off your shirt. You moaned, feeling her lips against your chest. Kissing somehow tenderly and with haste. You briefly stop her so you can take her shirt off her immaculate body.

“What?” she giggled seeing your jaw slack.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, but you know I know you’re so much more than that… right?” 

She smiled softly, caressing your cheek. “I know.” She pushed you back getting off the bed before turning towards you. You moved to the edge letting your feet hit the cold carpet of the hotel. You hook your arms around her waist looking up at her as your fingers toe the edge of waistline. The Russian woman bit her lip nodding as you pushed the boxer shorts down.

You lay your head against her abdomen, softly kissing her as you inhale her sweet scent. Before your lips could kiss any further down she stopped you. 

“Your turn.” She smirked her nails scraping against your shoulders.

You were brought back to your throbbing dick you grimaced standing up.

“You’ve been hard for over an hour now. I’m assuming you’re in pain?” Her brow kinked.

“Just sensitive.” You hissed, letting it flop out of the hole of your boxers. “You’ve been up for an hour now?”

She licked her lips staring at your long thick bulging cock. She sat you down kissing you gently before getting on her knees. “Yes and you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

“You don’t have-“ you cleared your throat.

“I want to… don’t you want my mouth?” She husked; hand now holding your meat.

“God yes.” You whined caressing her jaw.

She smirked before focusing on your shaft. She let her lips kiss the head before letting her tongue swirl around causing you to twitch and shudder. You let one hand hold her hair, just as she brought all of you in her mouth, her tongue and mouth sucking you like it’s the last time she’ll have you. Her hands leave your cock and lay against your flexing abs; her nails grazing down. “Oh my G-“ you inhale. 

“Fuck.” You sighed watching her bobb, her head eyes fixed on yours. “Deeper.” You whispered, you could feel her tonsils on your cock as she obeyed. Her hands on your thighs before letting you go with a pop, and moving down to your balls.

“Natasha.” You husked feeling your toes curl. You gently stopped her before pulling her on your lap quickly switching positions to lay her down. You watched as she lifted her body up by her elbows as you got on your knees gently spreading her legs apart. You smirked before letting your tongue dive into her.

“Ohhh” she whimpered and moaned. 

“Fuck me, you’re drenched.” You let two of your fingers dip in before showing her the wetness. “So sexy.” You whispered before putting her wetness on your cock and pumping the throbbing shaft. As you pumped you dove back in moaning at her taste. “You taste so good, Talia.”

“Shit Y/N I’m already so close.” She whined.

You quickened your tongue's pace and let go of your throbbing member to let a couple digits enter her. Her hips bucked as you moved your fingers. You listened to her as if breaking open a safe. Listening for any indication of her spot. 

A loud guttural moan came when you did. You smirked going faster as her moans grew louder and her body unable to lay still. She gripped your hand and head before humping into your face, shaking as she came undone.

You stood wiping your mouth before sucking on your fingers. She closed her thighs at the sight needing some friction.

She sat up and gasped at the soaked edge of the bed. You smiled before lifting her up onto you kissing her with want.

“Hmm.” She moaned in the kiss before opening her eyes looking down at you. She reached below her, taking you in her hand guiding you to the place you both have been aching for.

“Oh my God.” You sighed laying your forehead against hers. Feeling the tip of your member enter her.

You both moaned as she slid down your shaft.

“Fuck.” You felt your grip loosen before lifting her back up moaning at the movement. You froze seeing her grimace.

“What’s wrong, should I stop?” You asked, worried you hurt her.

She kissed your worries away wiping your brow lines

“You’re just… really big… I’m just adjusting.” She blushed. You pulled out causing her to whimper. 

“Standing up needs some work. Okay.” You make a note of it as you gently lay her down before following suit. She spread her legs for you to lay between. She moaned at the touch of your tongue against her lips. 

“I need you inside me baby.” She husked in your ear, breaking the kiss.

You both looked down as you took your cock rubbing it between her folds. Gathering all the wetness before slowly entering her.

“Sooooo tight.” You whispered, feeling her velvet walls clamping down around you. You stayed still letting her adjust to your girth and length and enjoying the way her warmth feels. “Gah damn I will never get tired of you baby!” You smiled leaning down to kiss her.

“I’m gonna have to remember pelvic floor exercises.” She giggled as she brushed your hair back. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You smiled Natasha brought you down kissing you as she whimpered as her hips bucked into you giving you the go ahead. You slowly pumped in and out. 

“Oh my God!” She moaned out as your lips left hers to nibble on her sweet spot.

“That’s it baby you’re doing so well.” You groaned out as you continued your rhythm as she whimpered beneath you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you paused your motions pushing in deeper. 

“Oooh that feels so good Y/N.” Natasha wiggling her pelvis against you.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been this deep inside of you like this.” You groaned, placing a hand on the headboard driving your pace faster.

“I know baby I don't even think I can hold on for much longer.” She gasps, clawing at your back bringing you down against her. “God I love you so much!”

You’re both moaning as you move together. Your teeth clashing in your kisses. You’re both breathing one another in as you cum around one another.

“Fuck baby.” She gasps. “Oh daddddy.” 

“Oh Natasha! Fuuuck!” You groan, spilling your seed deep inside of her. “Ohhh yeah look at that baby.” You say lathering your thick honey along her glistening pussy.

You both pant when the phone rings it’s time to check out and your alarm with Bon Iver starts over again after its snooze.

“How long do we have?” She asks, kissing your back.

“A couple hours.”

“Then come back to me.” She smirks.

You grin, rubbing her arm around your chest that begins to make its way to your meat.

“Hmm.” You groan feeling her pumping you as she nibbles your ear. “The faster we’re out of here the faster I can have you in that cabin, and really take my time with you.” 

“How long is the drive?” She asks, kissing your shoulders.

“About 4 more hours.” You cringed, seeing her look at you with her brows furrowed.

“Yeah no you’re making love to me one more time. Really Y/N 4 hours?!”

“I’m sorry.” You say feeling her pull you to the shower. You shove your underwear down before stepping in.

“Multitasking at its finest baby.” She smirked, kissing you as the warm water fell over you.

“Hmm, I hope you know the moment we step foot in that cabin and I’ve got all our shit inside-“

“What? The pussy monster is coming out?”

“Who?” You furrowed your brows and she giggled kissing you under the water.

“Well I hope the pussy monster does come out.” She mutters against your lips, feeling you smirk and your cock stand at attention.

You lift her up and against the wall and you slide in.

“Who says the pussy monster isn’t here right now?” You say in a voice so gravely and low that makes her drip around your thick cock. You choke her as you begin to roughly hump inside of her sliding her ups down against the cold tile wall.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk!” She moans, hooking her hands behind your neck.

“That’s it baby girl.” You say.

“Fuuuuuckkk!” She whines feeling you hit her center.

“You like that, my naughty girl?”

“So much!” She gasps.

“You love it when the pussy monster comes out.”

“So much daddy so much.” 

“You’re my cum slut aren’t you? You like it when I cum deep inside of you.” You roughly grab her jaw.

“Oh my gosh yesss so much I love the way it feels, and the way you lather it all over my pussy when I cum on your cock daddy.”

“Me too baby.”

“I also love it when you cum on my tongue you taste so good.”

“Fuck.” You groan, feeling yourself cuming.

“Oh my gosh baby you feel so good inside me.” She cries as pivot your hips letting her walls clamp around you and juicing your cock.

“Shit Talia.” You both look down seeing you pull out and your creams landing on your cock on for you to lather it on her pussy and push inside of her once more. “Give me another baby girl. I’m still so hard for you.” You say lowly near her ear.

“Fuck.” She whimpers and nods before tapping you to let her down. You gently set her down and watch her spin around against the tile. You take hold of her hips and begin watching your cock disappear over and over again.

“Your ass is so fucking amazing. This pussy is velvet baby don’t get me wrong but when can this monster cock try that little ass hole?” You husk near her ear.

“When you let me try your little ass hole.” She smirks looking back at you before handing you the soap bar and a scrub.

“Touché.” You stroke inside of her as you sud her body up. It feels even better when you bring your bodies together. “Fuck I’m close!” You growl near her ear.

“Cum then daddy.” She bites your lip and your fucking her so hard and fast your skin is slapping against one another echoing in the shower. You wrap your arms around her, and lift her up causing her to yelp as you cum inside of her. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!” You groan emptying your load before setting her back down. You pull out and push back in letting her cum around you and gently letting her ride out her orgasm.

“Shit.” You pant feeling your cock slip out and watching your creams go down the drain.

She smiles, hooking her arm around you, kissing you languishly.

“How’d we get in here?” You asked, looking around causing her to giggle and kiss you once more.

“Shut up and wash my hair.” 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Yesterday, what did Carol whisper in your ear?”

Natasha turned smirking up at you as you washed her hair.

“Well first she said she and Val came over one day and heard us going at it. She also mentioned that I need to really work my hips.”

“They saw us?”

“Hmhm.”

“I really need to learn how to close the fucking blinds.” 

A/N: still cutting up chapters in parts because of how long they are.

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[wcters]

POLAROIDS

pairing: matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: after your breakup with matt, you go through polaroids and memories

warnings/contents: angsttt

author’s note: don’t know what came outta me with this one, never even been in a relationship, almost cried writing this

You dreaded this moment from the time you two broke up. You didn't want to solidify that choice by packing his things away, but it had been long enough and you finally realized that you two were actually over. You never thought that this would happen, at least this early. You thought if you were to break up, it would be in your mid-thirties . . . Not your early twenties.

You didn't know what happened either - when it started to change. You didn't even notice, but Matt did. He always noticed everything, every little thing. Maybe you were too blinded by your love to see it, too blinded by the denial that things were getting bad. But you didn't think they were.

Matt made you a new person, a happier person. You fell head over heels for him the moment you started to get to know him, and he did too. He got you out of your comfort zone, you made new friends including his brothers, and had a second family. His brothers always said that you could still visit them and their parents, but it felt weird. You weren't . . . Part of it anymore. Nick and Chris were still your friends, but his parents and Justin were their family. Even though Marylou, Jimmy, and Justin said the same things Nick and Chris did, it still felt weird to you. Eventually when Matt would get another girlfriend and move on, you would be pushed out either by Matt . . . Or yourself.

You sniffled as you put the last of his sweaters you had stolen in the cardboard box that you were going to drop off while he wasn't home, you turned to the last memory of him you were avoiding taking down . . . Your Polaroids.

It was no secret that you loved cameras ━━ having a Polaroid all your life, your first one being a vintage one gifted to you from your parents, and when you grew up you probably spent hundreds ━━ if not thousands ━━ of dollars on film and film cameras. Your bedroom in your hometown was littered with photos of everything - friends, family, places, and your bedroom at your apartment now was the same . . . But half of them were either you and Matt, or just Matt.

To you, he was made for being on camera. He was made for art. You always told him that resulting in a blush on his cheeks. Whether it was paintings, photos, videos, there was something about him. You were drawn to taking pictures of him. There were probably hundreds on your phone only. But your favourite camera to take pictures of him on was your Polaroid.

You stared at the wall for awhile before taking a deep breath and moving towards it. Each picture was a memory of your relationship, each picture was a reminder of a smile sir a laugh, a joke or a kiss, something you didn't want to forget . . . But wanted to at the same time. Taking each one of these down was going to force you to relive each and every one. You didn't know if that was good or bad.

The first one hanging up was one of the first Polaroids you had ever taken of Matt. It was the night he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You could remember the shake of his hands and the smile on his face as he asked you. You don't know why he was nervous ━━ you would've said yes if he asked you to marry him. He was sat in the drivers seat, one hand on the wheel and other leaning against the center console. It was when he was stopped at a red light as to not cause the two of you to crash. You remember him facing you and chuckling, asking what you were doing. You had shrugged, small smirk on your face.

The second one was a picture of you and Matt from behind. Nick had taken it secretly knowing you would want it, and because he thought it was cute. You, Matt, Nick, and Chris had went to the beach that night. You were visiting Boston and their parents with them for the summer. You had taken your camera, planning to take some pictures for the boys and for yourself, but decided to watch the sunset with Matt because he asked you to. You were standing in the middle of the beach, hands interlinked with Matt's who were wrapped around you waist. You were leaning against him as you watched the sun, but unknown to you he was looking at you and not the sun. This was one of your favourite pictures you had.

The next one was arguably one of your favourites too. You had a hard time falling asleep sometimes, and ever since you were a kid you would go on walks. Whether it be around the block or around town, you would just walk. It was safer to do this back in your hometown, but when you started to do it in LA, Matt always asked to come with you to make sure you were safe. No matter how tired he was or if he had a long day, he would go. He would even convince you to go when he knew you wanted to even though you were saying you didn't to make sure he got his sleep. He didn't care, just wanted to make sure you were okay.

This one was of Matt under a streetlight. The light was shining on him, showing his Levi's as he body was midway through dancing. He decided to play music that night to cheer you up because that day was especially stressful for you and the lack of sleep wasn't helping. You don't even know if he knows you took a picture of him. You think this photo shows how Matt truly is. How he's still a teenager deep down inside and how he did anything to cheer you up.

You teared up when you saw the next one. You didn't want to add this to the pile of photos, so you decided to put it in your nightstand instead of hiding it. Why? Because it was a picture of you, and all three brothers. You and Matt were in the middle with Nick and Chris on either side of you both. You were all wearing matching pyjamas, curtesy of Marylou. This was the first year you spent Christmas with them back in Boston. You remember being so nervous, but being welcomed by their parents and Justin immediately. You couldn't make it to see your parents back in Canada, so they offered for you to come down there.

The smiles on each of your faces are a perfect representation of how happy you were. Even with all the best friends and a couple other relationships you had had, you never felt truly excepted into someone else's family. You didn't have your hope for Matt's either, but right when the front door was opened and you were pulled into a tight hug from their mother, you had no doubts that this one would be different.  You really felt like you were apart of them, like they were a second family to you. Justin felt like an older brother and their parents felt like your parents. This is why the breakup was so hard, harder than it would normally be.

You weren't just losing Matt. You were losing Marylou, Jimmy, Justin, and even Trevor in relation, even if they said you were still part of their family. You probably wouldn't ever see their house in Boston again, or their house in the Cape. You wouldn't see Trevor prancing around the house and Jimmy and Marylou watching movies together.

As you took the photo down and opened your nightstand, you started sobbing as you placed it inside and closed the drawer. You collapsed into the floor in a fit of heaving breaths and tears, curled up in-front of the wall that held some of the best memories of your life you had to take down. You don't know how long you sat there crying for. All you know if that eventually, you couldn't cry anymore and just sat staring at the wall as the sun went down and your room went dark. You sat there, all the feelings you were trying to suppress flow like water through a freshly broken dam.

The realization that things were actually over, and that you were losing so many people and connections, and memories. You didn't know that Matt was sitting in the same position in his room, staring at the same copy of the photo you had put in your nightstand. Neither of you knew that you two, even though you were done, your souls were still connected. You were going through the same feelings of pain. Both your hearts were broken in the same places.

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 7

Time for photos followed by the reception! I love love ❤️

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Gracias: Thank you Te amo: I love you

The new Mrs and Mrs Romero took time in the garden following the service to take their official wedding photos.

For their photo in front of the church Keira lifted Marta up on her back causing the shorter woman to develop a case of the giggles. While Marta takes a moment to catch her breath Keira gets a photo with her two best men, Alexander and Joey.

Despite protests from her brothers Keira managed to get a photo with her siblings, and the boys weren’t picking on each other in it for once. Then away with the men! Kayleigh gets a photo of all of her daughters and daughters in law. Then Keira and Marta hold each other close for a photo with Keira’s parents. The lighting has been so good to us! I was so worried it would be raining hard here.

The party head to the back of the church where the reception has been set up. There the wonderful cake Stefan made is on display.

Marta: Carino, you remembered I wanted a pink one!

Keira: I did *starts speaking to the crowd* Alright everyone, thank you for joining me and my wife-

Everyone: *cheers*

Marta: *giggles* Gracias for joining us on this special day, and being part of a ceremony we will never forget

Keira: It’s time to do battle against this cake. Do you think me and my wife can win?

The audience laughs while Keira grabs the appropriate knife and waits for Marta’s hand to lay on top of hers.

Marta: *whispers* You ready

Keira: I’m ready. Here’s to our forever sweetheart

Together the pair guide the knife down the cake through the layers, working together to keep the cut on track. They finish to a round of applause which causes Marta to tear up again.

Keira: Are you alright? I’m worried you’ve cried out a lake since this morning

Marta: *sniffles* I’m just so happy

Keira: Make sure you have some water soon

Marta: *smiles* Is that your first wifely request?

Keira: Almost first. I would like to do the traditional feeding each other cake

The pair feed each other, taking care not to smudge their lipstick. They call guests for cake but many haven’t visited the church before and would rather head inside to get some photos with the decorations.

Keira: Thanks for coming Samir, I know crowds are not our thing

Samir: *chuckles* Not even a little

The pair walk over to where Marta is already chattering to Reece, the two of them sometimes speak so fast it’s hard for anyone else to keep up.

Reece: Hey Keira. Your vows were great by the way

Keira: Gracias. I was so worried I’d forget what I’d written, especially when I saw how beautiful my wife looks

Marta: *blushes* One day we’ll get tired of saying wife in every second sentence

Reece: I doubt it. I never get tired of saying Samir is my boyfriend

Samir smiles proudly while the women tuck into their wedding cake.

Then it’s time for the first dance to begin. Marta begins to sway before the music even starts and Keira smiles. She’s glad she married such a spirited woman.

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

🎶Everything looks different now🎵 🎵All this time my head was down🎶 🎶He came along and showed me how to let go🎵 🎵I can't remember where I'm from🎶 🎶All I know is who I've become🎵 🎵That our love has just begun like oh🎶

Keira: So our forever starts now

Marta: *smiles* It started when we met but this has been a lovely highlight

🎶You give me chills and I can't imagine you leaving🎵 🎵If I could build a perfect person honestly you would be it🎶 🎶And you know nobody knows you like I know you🎵 🎵I can't wait to come back home so I can hold you🎶

Marta: Te amo

Keira: I love you to

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

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[nothingwronghere]

Purple Snail

(what Shangque does when he isn't by Dongfang Qingcang's side)

A child cried. It wasn’t loud or annoying, instead it was a quiet sobbing that came from a small nook behind a statue.

Shangque walked over and knelt down.

The child was a bit dirty, hair ruffled, and clothes torn on one side. It didn’t seem to be hurt at first glance, still the dragon wanted to find out where the tears stemmed from.

“Hey. What’s the matter?”

Instantly, the sobbing stopped and wide, watery eyes stared at him. The child blinked, then smiled a bit wobbly. “Oh, hello dragon.” The smile was replaced with a little frown. “I apologize for disturbing you.”

“No need to apologize. Why are you crying?”

The kid sniffled a bit, then wiped nose and cheeks with one sleeve. “I lost my cuddly toy somewhere in the woods. My friends and I searched for it, but then we had to return to the caste. We are not allowed to stay outside after it has gotten dark.”

A very sensible rule, Shangque thought. “Your cuddly toy?”

“Yeah. It is a purple snail.” As if embarrassed about it, the kid blushed.

Shangque never had had a cuddly toy, his childhood hadn’t been that nice. That was one of the reasons why he always made sure the children in the palace had a good life. Which included them getting their cuddly toys back. “I will take a look around the woods. Where have you been playing today?”

The child described the places and the dragon was sure he knew where the kids had been. Still, it took him hours to run through the forest and check every possible place (including a wide radius around).

In the end, he found a family of wolves playing with the purple snail, the animals delighted about their find. The dragon growled at them. Kind of, it was the closest to a growl he could make with his human throat.

The wolves froze, but none dared to oppose him. So Shangque stepped closer and plucked the snail from the ground where it had been dropped. It was a bit dirty and more than a bit wet. At least it was in one piece, which was a wonder considering wolves had buried their sharp fangs into it.

Shangque couldn’t return the cuddly toy in the state it was, which meant he had to make a detour through the palace laundry. After some begging (no growling would ever work here, the palace laundry knew that they would get into more trouble if they didn’t have the Moon Supreme clothes ready in time (or worse, Lord Xunfeng’s)), the snail was washed thoroughly.

Dripping wet, a servant held it out for Shangque to take. The servant smiled, she had decided on her own that the few minutes to clean the cuddly toy of a sad child was no problem and wouldn’t matter in the long run. “We don’t want our kids to be sad. And they always like when you help them, dragon Shangque. You are their hero, I wouldn’t want to taint that reputation of yours.”

Before he could answer (though he didn’t know what to say, he a hero among the children, ridiculous), she rushed off to tend to the pile of laundry in the back of the room.

Shangque couldn’t return the cuddly toy in the state it was, dripping wet, so he decided the fastest way to dry it was to fly as fast as possible while holding the snail into the wind. It dried astonishingly easily that way but it also ruffled the pelt of the toy terribly.

Shangque couldn’t return it in the state it was, ruffled and mussy, so he went to the palace maids. They always knew how to braid and comb the Moon Supreme’s hair until it shone and flowed down his back like liquid. They would know how to deal with a dishevelled cuddly toy.

The gaggle of maids laughed at Shangque as he asked them to tidy up the purple snail. “Mighty general, is this yours?” “The black dragon cuddles with stuffed toys?” “A dragon and a snail, how adorable!”

Shangque blushed, but didn’t bother to correct them. They were talking too fast and all at the same time, they wouldn’t listen anyway. But they did wonders with the snail, they even mended a small hole he hadn’t noticed before.

When he got the cuddly toy back, it was perfect. Clean, dry, repaired and combed. It smelled nice, too, though he wasn’t sure the kid would appreciate that very much. It was not too much and the dragon decided it wouldn’t matter.

Now he only had to go in search for the child. It was deep in the night by now, all kids in their beds, which meant he had to visit the servant quarters and ask for the kid.

Only a few servants were still awake when he entered, but they all knew which child had been searching for a purple snail.

A woman led him to a bed, where three kids lay cuddled together and yes, one of them was the one Shangque had met earlier (now cleaned up and with mended clothes). Carefully, he laid the purple snail next to the child on the bed. With a nod to the woman, he left. He should get a few hours sleep himself, he had to be up early again, as usual.

[hanzhen0506]

Hold On for a Little Longer

Hello! Its Zhan! This imagine is inspire by their courage video. I honestly love how cute Youngjae was but Kyungmin playing piano though? As a pianist, im amazed. Oh and Kyungmin and Jihoon being the ones who werent that scared compared to Hanjin and Youngjae is impressive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kyungmin are known to be the couple who dont want to admit that they are a couple. I mean- everybody could see it, even the teacher. You like each other and yet you both dont want to confess thinking that “he/she doesnt like me back.” And everybodys like ??? So the whole class devised a plan. That is where you, Kyungmin and the whole class are, a haunted house carnival. The rule is simple, escape the house in pairs of 2. Surprise surprise, you got paired up with Kyungmin. “Y/n, lets do our best!” He cheered and you trembled giving him a thumbs up.

You entered the house and went to your first place, told to complete a puzzle. Suddenly the light turn off and the corner light up showing a ghost, none of you were scared but more to startled. He held your hand tightly, staring at the ghost while you complete the puzzle. The next spot is a music room and the music sheet is a riddle. Once you answered (which is to play a song). Kyungmin volunteered to play the piano. “Kyungmin-ah,” you said, hurriedly sitting down beside him as he played a song in the piano. Then a ghost suddenly appeared in the instrument, you scream seeing it while Kyungmin held on to you tightly. The said ghost gave you a map and you both left the room feeling tense. Kyungmin didnt stop hugging you and you hold his hand as you slowly went to the bedroom.

The flickering light in the corner of the room indicates the next quest but you were hesitant to go, “Hold on, let me do it then.” He said grabbing a letter, another ghost suddenly went out of the closer furniture near you and you panic and hold on to Kyungmin, you were so scared that your knees went weak and he panicked trying to hold you up. “WAAAA FUCK YOU GHOST GET OUT, KYUNGMIN-AHHHH” You cried out, while Kyungmin laugh at your reaction. “You heard what she said, leave!” He joked and the ghost complied.

“I cant do thissss” You begged hugging his waist as you squat on the floor. “Hold on a little longer, let me read the paper.” Kyungmin said, squatting next to you as he reads. You circled your arms around his neck as you sob while he pat your head. “Hold on for a little longer y/n”

“What do we have to do now.” You sniffle, looking up and he smile. “This.” He peck your lips and you were stunned in place. “W-what was that for???” You blush. “I like you too, y/n”

“H-huh?” He showed you the letter, it was actually your letter about your feelings towards him. You reach the later to take away but he refused and stumbled back. “Stop! That’s embarrassing!”

“No its not! Listen, ‘I think what made me like Kyungmin the most would be his warmth. Its something so comfortable that it doesnt even to be physical either.’ See? Thats sweet!” “W-whatever..” You said hiding your face in his neck. “So what should we do now?”

“I guess go outside through the front door?”

“Hm.. Kyungmin?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I think I cant walk anymore.. my legs feels weak.” He laughed at your body being too scared to move and he got into action. Putting your letter into his pocket and carrying you like a toddler. Then another ghost scared Kyungmin making him scream and run, him screaming makes you scream and held to him tightly as you both were being chased by the ghost.

You finally got outside of the house and you can hear everybody cheering from outside. He put you down carefully and you hid behind him, flustered. “So are you finally dating?” One of your friend ask, Kyungmin pulled you beside him as he rest his hand on your shoulder. “Should we?” He ask and you nod with a grin, he smiled back and cups your face kissing you once again.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter zero

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

july 31st, 2018

LAX

orion

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"Boys, time to board. Say your goodbyes." Matt, the band manager calls out. Really, he's only talking to Calum. Sierra and Crystal are joining the band for the start of the tour, while I'm the only one staying in LA.

Calum pulls me tighter into his chest, smoothing over the back of my hair. I'm crying and can feel wet splotches on his sweatshirt where my tears have fallen. I squeeze him as tight as I can, wishing more than anything that the situation was different.

"I'll see you when I get back," he says, his eyes swimming with a few tears he'd never let fall. "I love you."

I can't bring myself to lie and say he'll see me. I can lie by omission, but flat out lying is harder. Words just get caught in my throat. "I love you." There are a lot of other things I'd like to say, but I leave them unsaid, packed away in my brain, where they should be... where they won't hurt anyone except for me.

He peels back from our embrace just enough to kiss me. He wipes away my tears with his thumb and gives me a small smile. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, even when you're crying."

I blush and scrunch up my nose. "Flattery isn't getting you anywhere today, babe." Cal playfully recoils a bit, acting like that bruised his ego. "I love you. Go, board. I'll be cheering you on every night."

Calum kisses me once more and I try to memorize every detail of this moment. I try to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut that's begging me to wonder if this will be our last kiss. I can't think like that. Not yet, anyway. I memorize the way his chapped, but still so soft lips feel against mine and the weight of his hands on my cheeks.

"I love you so much. I'll call you when we land, okay?" He plants a kiss on my nose. "Did I mention I love you?"

I smile—a real, toothy smile. I even roll my eyes a little. Even in moments like these, he still finds ways to make me happy. "No, don't think so."

He feigns fake hurt. "I did!"

"Go." I gently push his chest.

Calum sighs. "I'm gonna miss—"

"Cal, mate, we've really gotta go," Ash comes up behind him and puts his hand on Calum's shoulder. He gives me a sad smile. I make eye contact with him and try to telepathically say 'don't forget your promise.'

"It's not easy to say goodbye to the love of your life, dude!" Calum yells to Ash. It feels like stab in my chest.

"She also literally just told you to go!"

"I'm gonna miss you too, babe. Now go!" I quickly peck him on the lips one final time before I unwrap my arms from around him and take three steps back. Cal looks at me sadly. "Go!" I urge again, laughing through my tears.

He slumps his shoulders a bit and ruffles his hand through his hair. "Fine, okay, I'll go."

I blow him a kiss and watch him shuffle sadly to the exit of the fancy private suite LAX had prepared for the band. I then realize everyone else is still here, waiting for their chance to say goodbye to me.

The next few moments are just more hugs and I'll miss you's, Crystal and Sierra giving me empathetic gazes and arm squeezes. I wish the boys luck and usher them to follow Calum.

"Go, go, go, I love you all and will miss you but you're going to Japan for crying out loud! Go have fun!"

Mike and Luke, along with their girlfriends and the rest of the band's crew, leave the room, but Ash stays behind. He pulls me into a bone crushing hug as soon as it's just the two of us. Before I know it I can feel his body quiver as he cries.

"Ash, please don't," I whisper, not wanting to start sobbing.

I'm met with sniffles and gasps and he tries to pull it together enough to say something.

"I love you, O. We all do. I know I promised, it's just—"

I step back from our hug.

"No. You promised." My words are harsh, cold almost. I'm not sure how I'm managing to look him dead in the eye and not crumbling in this moment, but I'm sternly staring into Ash's eyes like an angry teacher.

Ashton gives me what might be the world's saddest smile. "I know. I promised. I won't break our promise; it's not my place to do it. But god, O, I wish you'd tell him."

I look away. "I know you do. But I'm not going to. Maybe after the tour, we'll have to see how treatment goes."

He stops and starts saying something in reply a few times before Matt pops his head back into the room. "Ash, she's not even your girlfriend, wrap it up my man."

I smile at Matt before he exits again.

"I love you. Call me if you need anything — and I mean it. Anything."

I nod, knowing I'm not planning on sharing any of the nitty gritty with Ashton. I don't want him to worry more than he already will be worrying. "Of course. Love you too, now go!"

As Ashton leaves me in silence, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Calum.

From: bass boy 💕

i love love love you. i wish you could come with us, maybe next tour? you say the word and i'll fly you out wherever and whenever you want. i miss you already. xxx

read chapter one

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a/n: uh, is this thing on?

hi. my name is zoe and i wrote a fanfic called "maybe" like 5 years ago (among many others) on wattpad but then i deleted my wattpad 3 years ago, and now i guess i'm re-entering the fanfic world? apparently?? anyway, i'm rewriting "maybe" and that's what this is but this time on tumblr bc no one is on wattpad anymore it seems.

this will feature cal's POV and bounce back in forth in time/place but i'll try to make it as clear as i can!!!

i love you all and thank you for being here <3

let me know if you have any thoughts or remember my old fics hehe

[storywriter12]

This is just something I came up with randomly

(about chapter) so James. Is dying him and house are somewhere in the world they talk about there first kiss and James wants his last kiss

One last kiss

He didn't mind helping him around the small home they shared, he didn't mind staying up all night watching him sleep making sure he was still breathing in the morning, but one thing he found hard was how ill he looked how white he was. How skinny he got he barely could walk around with out a wheel chair

Night

That night they chilled out on the sofa house got Wilson to smoke some weed which he hated doing but it would help him with the pain and to get him chilled out they watched tv as Wilson coughed more house wiped the blood away from his mouth

(Wilson) I'm sick of this I thought my last 5 months would be fun at least but no I said looking at house who had deep black bags under his eyes,

(house) stop whining you've got cancer it's normal I looked at the man whose eyes were sleepy come on let's talk about something

(Wilson) I coughed again taking the glass of water what house passed to me. I took a sip. What about? I asked he looked at me I coughed again "who was your first kiss?" he asked and I smiled. Her name was Emily. Our kiss was in a park. I was about thirteen. What about you?

(house) I don't remember my first kiss "everyone remember there first" I rolled my eyes mine was in the back of the cinema I think her name was Holly I said thinking, oh wait no that, was her best friend my bad I said he then laughed but coughed. Careful I said looking at him

(Wilson) I want one last kiss from someone I looked at him with hope, and hope in my heart "I could order a hooker for you?" noooo I want a kiss that is going to mean something to that person

Half a hour later

(house) it was getting late it was around 11:49pm I looked at James his eyes were closed he looked so pale it was hard seeing him like that my eyes traced all over his face his hair was wet from sweat, his skin was white but I remember when his skin was perfect. wait his skin is perfect and then I move down. To his lips which was a deep red I looked at them thinking what it would be like to kiss them lips I brushed some if his hair away from his eyes which was a little long and starting to go grey he moved opening his eyes a little to look at me he smiled

(Wilson) I'm glad that you are here Greg I'm glad that your my friend even though most of the time you mess up but I love you. "what?" he said in a whisper night "wait don't sleep yet!" he said slapping my leg lightly but I'm sleepy I complained

(house) just wait I said I moved my body a little more down leaning over to him when I was face to face I leaned in and kissed his lips softly , he lips was warm but nice

(Wilson) I wrapped one of my arms around him as tightly as I could, wanting to feel his body. the heat from him. His lips were so gentle I parted my lips and his tongue slipped in dancing with mine we both pulled away after a little bit he blushed as tears filled his eyes which I know he cried lately I'll catch him wiping them away when I wake from a nap, he rubbed his eyes shutting them I rested my head on his chest as his hands went through my hair softly, I've wanted that kiss for so long.... Why's it gotta happen now I said tears filling my eyes which I let down crying into his chest he never said anything but shushed me softly knowing he felt the same

(house) life is cruel but here. Now that's what counts,. sleep. I said as he sniffled a few minutes later he was a sleep, I love you i whisper

[annabellelupin]

a short angsty dorlene fic id title if i could come up with one and didn't suck so much at doing so

imma bout to make some of yall cry (hopefully)

tw: blood, character death

As much as she tried, the salty tears wouldn't stop flowing down Dorcas's face. She covered her mouth to stiffle the sound of the sobbing, but the others surrounding her could still hear her pain. The room was silent other than the sound of sniffles and cries. No one dared speak a word, not that the shock would let them.

Crimson blood stained the white carpet beneath her, still sticky and wet. Dorcas couldn't have cared in the slightest in that moment of the red substance now covering her palms and knees. It was much more tame compared to what laid in front of her.

Marlene was still, her deep blue eyes usually so bright and full of life now milky. Just below her collarbone, red blood stained her torn shirt, yet to dry just as the blood carpet beneath her.

'This- this has to be a dream- some nightmare! This isn't happening, this isn't happening-' Dorcas thought to herself. 'It wasn't supposed to end like this.'

The others with her silently agreed to give Dorcas some time alone, and one by one, exited the small home, leaving her time to grieve alone.

Now given some privacy, Dorcas bent over her lover's body in agony. All of Marlene's beautiful features Dorcas loved so much about her all seemed so dull and corrupt. Her soft lips, her blonde hair, her usually bright and blushing cheeks all now had a dreary look to them.

Slowly, Dorcas lowered her face to her Marlene's, and placed a soft, melancholy kiss upon her lips. There was no fire, no passion, no joy behind the kiss, but instead there was regret, disbelief, and most of all, rage and sadness.

To think the two had just been laughing and smiling while planning their perfect little future together a few days before. A future that would now never happen.

Dorcas sat back up and let out a sniffle. As much as it hurt, she gently closed her lover's eyes. She would never see the beautiful, sky blue of those eyes ever again.

As the tears slowed and her vision became a bit more clear, Dorcas noticed that Marlene's right hand was strangely still clenched into a fist. With care, she took the hand into her own and inched open the closed fist.

One sight of what was inside had her uncontrollably sobbing again.

Two matching silver rings were tucked inside of a hastily written note. Each ring had five words etched on their inner side: "Dorky Dorca and Mischief Marls" The nicknames stinged more than they ever had before.

Dorcas examined the rings closely, her recently growing suspicions all but confirmed. Gently, she sat them down on her lap and unfolded the rest of the note they were hidden in.

The sight of the rings wouldn't hurt nearly as much as the words on the paper.

My proposal to Dorca

Is this a proposal? Probably not when I really think about it. Proposals usually refer to when you're asking to marry someone, and well, that's not exaclty what I'm doing here is it? Not that I don't want to, it's just...

Dorcas Meadowes, I love you more than anyone else on this damned Earth. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I love you more than I could ever put into words! And I know you love me too. You make me feel loved in everything you do. Your words, your smiles, even those little annoyed looks you give me after I've done something stupid. It's not hard to tell you care so much about me.

If I could marry you, I would without any second thoughts or regret. Hell, I'd marry you every single day of each week for the rest of our lives just to prove how much I love you if I could. Unfortunately the world's a fucked up place and we're constantly being told it's wrong for us to love each other. Constantly being told who to love. I promise you if we could, we'd have a little wedding in the forest with all of our friends and close family. I promise you one of us would take the other's last name, or we'd combined our last names to show the world we're together and madly in love. If we could.

I might not be able to offer you some piece of paper saying we're married or a little wedding... or even a name change for that matter, but I can promise I will love you for the rest of my life. I can promise- no I will promise that I will be by yourside during it all, the happy, the sad, the good, and the bad, I will love you through it all. I promise that I will love you to the die that I die.

Dorcas Meadowes, will you spend the rest of our lives with me?

Once finished reading the note, Dorcas quickly noticed that there was something else written on the back of the paper. She fliped it over to find words barely visible, surrounded by drops of blood. The words were messy, clearly quickly written.

Dorcas, I know I said that I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but I hadn't realized that that time might be much shorter than I had hoped. Some rat gave away my family's hiding place and Death Eaters are everywhere. My brothers sadly didn't manage to get away. For now, I'm hiding in a closet (ironic isn't it). I'd apparate to safety if I could, but one of the bastards stabbed me, and I really don't have the energy to (nor do I currently have the strength to fight). Dorca, if I don't make it out of this one, just know that I meant it when I said I'd love you until the day I died- no, until the moment I die. Even at death, I will always love you.

Nothing could have prepared her for that.

The tears were coming as quick as they had when Dorcas first saw Marlene lying lifeless on the floor. There are no words strong enough to even begin to express how she felt in that moment.

Dorcas was only certain of one thing now:

She'd make the people that did this to her beloved Marlene pay for their actions, as well as that damned Voldemort. No one, no one whatsoever, was going to do such a thing to her Marls and get away with it. And she would gladly die trying. The thought of her own death honeslty sounded like a blessing to her right about now.

Dorcas had only one thing on her mind: revenge.

And the only decipherable emotions she had were sadness, angry, and regret.

No one was about to stop her.

[merryclaus]

A Witch and her Zombie pt 4

In the morning the two leave Gyutaro’s bedroom separately so nobody gets any ideas but it’s too late. Mr. and Mrs. Shabana know exactly what happened last night. And they couldn’t be happier for their son.“Good morning Tega.” Mrs. Shabana chirps happily as Tega enters the kitchen after getting cleaned for the day.

“Oh, good morning you too.” Tega smiled as she sat at the table as Gyutaro walks in behind her.

“Did you and Gyutaro have fun last night?” Mrs. Shabana catches them both off guard.

“MOM!?” Gyutaro sputters as he nearly trips, face turning red and Tega just sits there with a red face as well.

“What, you’re a growing boy and having a sex life is healthy.” She laughs as Gyutaro groans and covers his face with his hands.

“I…..wow…were we that loud?” Tega ask embarrassed.

“Not at all, we just know.” Mr. Shabana grins.

Tega sinks into her seat as Gyutaro holds his head.

“I heard groaning, is it from all the ice cream last night?” Ume scurries into the kitchen at the smell of breakfast.

“Sure, lets go with that.” Gyutaro groans as his sister takes her seat.

“Morning kiddo, today’s menu is bacon, scrambled eggs, and pancakes.” Mr. Shabana says.

“Yaaay!” Ume cheers as her father finished cooking breakfast while Tega and Gyutaro avoid eye contact.

After breakfast, Gyutaro helps Tega pack her things and prepares to take her home.

“Promise you’ll come back?” Ume asks as she stares up at Tega with big eyes.

“Of course I’ll come back.” Tega hugs the little girl as Gyutaro puts her bag in the compartment in the seat of his motorcycle.

“Drive safely now kids.” Mrs. Shabana hugs Tega. “It was nice seeing you again Tega.”

“Come back anytime kid.” Mr. Shabana smiles and Tega nods.

“Of course, thank you all for being so welcoming.” Tega thanks them and waves as she walks to Gyutaro’s motorcycle and puts on Ume’s helmet before Gyutaro starts it and they take off to the flower shop.

The ride is over sooner than Tega would like, but she thanks her boyfriend for the ride and takes her bag.

“I hope you had fun Tega-“ He blushes as he rubs his neck. “I really enjoyed your gift.”

Tega giggles softly and kisses him. “I did have fun, and I’m glad you enjoyed your gift. I’ll see you later baby.”

They hug and Gyutaro gives Tega one last wave before he drives back home.

Tega sighs happily and gets on her broom to fly home, thinking about the wonderful life she has.

More weeks pass after that day with everything looking up sunny, Tega has a loving man and a new family that treats her like their own, and her flower ship business is booming.

Tega couldn’t be happier, everything is perfect. Well….until it’s not.

The call comes right after Tega closes the flower shop for the day. Mrs. Shabana can barely get the words out over her loud sobbing, Tega can barely understand her.

“Calm down Mrs. Shabana, I can’t understand you.” Tega frowns.

“HE’S DEAD!” She cries.

“W-what, whose dead?” A pit forms in Tega’s stomach.

“MY BABY BOY, THEY RAN HIM OVER!” She sobs louder.

Everything blinks out of focus as Tega’s world narrows to just her, she can’t hear Mrs. Shabana anymore, can’t see, can’t feel, her mind is blank as the words she just heard struggle to process.

“W-what?” She swallows. “Are you…certain? Was it, perhaps, a dream?” Tega prays.

“THEY KILLED MY SON!” Mrs. Shabana cries louder. “THEY TOOK HIM FROM US!”

Tears begin to spill down Tega’ face. “When did this happen?” She swallow thickly.

“About have an hour ago I think, someone found his body on the road. He was on his way back home from work.” Mrs. Shabana sniffles. “A truck ran a red light and dragged him down the street before his body fell off the undercarriage.”

Tega feels sick to her stomach, how could somebody be so fucking careless, and then they did even stop when they hit Gyutaro, they just kept going.

“I’m so sorry.” Tega has to force her voice over a whispers so she can be heard.

“I’m sorry too, will you come to his funeral? It’s next month.”

“Of course I will, I need so time to think right now though, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Of course dear, take as much time as you need. Just remember that we’re here when you need us.” Mrs. Shabana Saud softly.

“Thank you ma’am, I promise to be in touch.” Tega says softly before hanging up and slowly collapsing onto the floor and curling up on the fetal position.

She cries for hours on the floor, begging God to ask why her boyfriend had to die, why there’s been no news about the bastard who killed him, and to bring her lover back to her.

None of her questions are answered as she cries herself to sleep right there on the floor, heart ripped from her chest, torn to pieces, and shoved back in as shredded graffiti.

It’s almost night time when Tega wakes, her shoulders, back, and hips hurt as she stretches and pops her neck. Suddenly the memory of how she got there comes flooding back and fresh hot tears soak her face.

“How did this happen, and who did it? Did the bastard even call an ambulance?” Anger begins to take over as Tega stands and walks outside to get some fresh air.

“Gyutaro, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” She sniffles as she stares up at the moon. “I promise to avenge you.”

Two weeks pass from the night she makes that vow, and she now stands, dressed in black, at her late boyfriend’s funeral. Surrounded by his friends and family.

There is Mr. and Mrs. Shabana, holding onto a sobbing Ume. A small group of men, two with short black hair, and one with shoulder length blonde hair, looking on in disbelief and slight anger, off to the side.

There are plenty of people she doesn’t know, but she never did learn about his social circle.

As Tega’s eyes wander over the venue, her legs are suddenly tackled by little Ume. Her tears soak through Tega’s dress as she sobs.

Tega frowns as she kneels down to wrap her arms around the small girl.

“I’m so sorry this had to happen Ume, nobody should have to go through the pain losing a family member like this.” Tega kisses Ume’s head as the little girl continues to cry.

Tega talks with the Shabanas for a while before the ceremony starts, many people come up to speak about Gyutaro and have great he was. He was friendly, a family, hardworking, and overall an amazing person who was taken before his time.

Soon, Trga takes to the stage to speak. “I…I knew Gyutaro for years, he came to my flower shop often, he was always kind to me. We dated for almost two years before….before he was taken from us. I had never met someone so understanding before him, so genuine and loving. He was gone too soon, and we’ll all miss him.”

Tega wipes her eyes as she steps down from the stage and stands with Gyutaro’s family. The ceremony last for another hour before the recession starts.

“Please keep in contact with us Tega, we don’t want to lose you just because Gyutaro is gone.” Mr. Shabana holds Tega’s hands.

“Of course, you’re like family to me.” Tega nods and hugs him. “I just need some time.”

He nods and lets go of her hands so she can go sit down.

As Tega sits and takes a deep breath, a voice whispers to her from behind.

You should have known better, no one who follows our path is to take a partner. You are to walk this life in solitude, so not forget that again.

When Tega turns around there is nobody behind her.

“What….was that?” She frowns as she looks around, just as she was about to get up, the group of men she saw earlier walk up to her.

“Hello, Tega right?” The black-haired man with bright blue eyes ask.

“Yes? And you three are?” Tega looks confused.

“My apologies, I am Hakuji, these two are Douma and Kaigaku. Gyutaro was a friend of ours. He talked about you a lot.” Hakuji frowns. “May we?” He gestures to the chairs.

“Oh, sure of course.” Tega nods and the men sit down to talk. They talk until half an hour before the recession is over.

There’s a hole in Tega’s heart now, and it will never be filled, she’ll remain empty for the rest of her life.

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