#he is perfect and I've felt appreciated none of the time and i think it's not his fault idk

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[wholoveseggs]

Kinktober - {Day Twenty-Two}

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{Elijah Mikaelson x Plussized!Reader} Request {Anon}: I have a request for kinktober and elijah, (you think you can make it a lare reader x elijah? There is not nearly enough of those floating around) with kinks 18, 21, and 22 (I hope that's not to many!)

♡♡♡ Because I am dumb it took me so long to figure out your typo 'lare'... I even googled 'lare kink'.... only to realize you meant large... sighhhhh I'm growing less and less sharp in my old age... Anywhooo me & my fellow plus!sized girles deserve a man like him ~xoxo ♡♡♡

1.5k words - Kinks: dom!Elijah, sex toys, standing sex, insecure!reader, plus!reader, Elijah having none of your self-loathing & being a bit angry about it, mildest of mild dubcon...

Elijah watched you from the doorway of your bedroom.

You were staring into your full-length mirror, dressed in your underwear. The look of sadness on your face pulled at his heartstrings.

He was about to make his presence known when your hands moved to grab the plump flesh of your stomach and sides. You turned from side to side, and Elijah could see that you were frowning, and looking critically at your figure.

Elijah felt anger at your behavior, the way you looked down on the body he so enjoyed. You were soft, and curvy, with breasts and ass and hips he adored, and you could not appreciate it.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen you doing this, but it was the first time he decided to act. No longer would he let you fester in your own self-deprecation.

You didn't hear him, too engrossed in the thoughts running through your head, so you jumped when you saw his reflection standing behind you in the mirror.

"Eli-" You began to speak, but the words died in your throat as Elijah wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Why do you look at yourself with such disdain?" He asked, his voice quiet in your ear.

You squirmed under his intense gaze, and you tried to remove his hands from your hips.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You said, avoiding eye contact.

He tutted, and you pulled away, only to have him drag you back towards him. His lips found the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and you sighed as he sucked and kissed at the skin.

"You are perfect," Elijah growled, his hands roaming up and down your sides.

You scoffed, struggling in his grip. You didn't want him touching you right now, you didn't feel desirable, and you didn't want his pity. All you wanted to do was hide, but his hold was unbreakable.

He let out a frustrated sigh, before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed. You landed with a surprised gasp, and before you could sit up, Elijah was over you, pinning you to the mattress.

You pushed on his chest, trying to get him off, but he didn't budge. His eyes were dark, his hair falling messily around his face.

"Do you think I'm a liar?" He asked, and the question threw you off. You shook your head, avoiding his gaze.

"Look at me."

You forced yourself to meet his eyes.

"What do you see?"

"An asshole?" You replied sarcastically, and his face tightened, displeased with your attitude.

"I see a strong, stubborn woman, who is the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid my eyes on."

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you pushed them away.

"You have to say that," You mumbled, looking away. "You're my boyfriend."

He leaned down and kissed you, his hands caressing the soft skin of your stomach. You kissed him back, but there was still tension in your shoulders, and he pulled away, sitting back.

"You still don't believe me."

You didn't respond, and he shook his head. He got off the bed, and you sat up, expecting him to leave. Instead, he grabbed your legs, pulling you so your ass was just at the edge of the bed.

He knelt on the floor, spreading your legs and pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs. His hand caressed your legs, moving higher and higher, until he reached the hem of your underwear.

"May I?" He asked, his fingers brushing the elastic. You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and he pulled them off.

Elijah kissed your mound, then used his hands to spread your lower lips. You squirmed as his tongue ran up your slit, and when he focused on your clit, you couldn't help but moan.

His tongue moved expertly, and your mind blanked as the pleasure built. His hands were firm on your thighs, keeping you open and preventing you from clamping them shut.

"Eli!" You gasped, and you could feel the smirk against your sensitive flesh. Your orgasm hit hard, and you were a gasping, quivering mess when Elijah sat up, his face glistening with your arousal.

He licked his lips, then stood, shrugging off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. You stared at him, eyes hazy with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Elijah opened the drawer of your nightstand, rummaging around before pulling out a small vibrator. Your eyes widened, and you closed your legs, your self doubt creeping back.

He noticed your reaction, and sighed. He climbed onto the bed, grabbing your thighs and pulling them apart, before leaning over you and kissing you deeply.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are."

He pressed the toy to your clit, and turned it on, the sudden stimulation making you jump. He rubbed it slowly, and the vibrations had you moaning.

"Elijah," You whined, and he smirked.

"Do you like that, darling?" He asked, and you nodded. "Tell me."

"I love it," You breathed, and he hummed, kissing you again.

"Good girl," He said, and you felt your walls clench around nothing. You heard the sound of his zipper, and you looked down to see him pulling his cock free.

Your legs trembled at the sight, and he chuckled, pressing the tip to your dripping pussy.

"So eager," He murmured, and you whimpered as he rubbed his length up and down your slit. He pushed in suddenly, bottoming out.

"Repeat after me," Elijah commanded. "My body is beautiful."

"M-my body is beautiful," You echoed, and he thrust into you, a choked gasp escaping your lips.

"My curves are irresistible," He said, and you swallowed the lump in your throat, repeating his words.

"My ass is delectable."

"My ass is de-ah!" You broke off as he increased the intensity of the vibrations, and his hips snapped into yours.

He chuckled darkly, taking your hand and making you hold the toy. "Keep it pressed against yourself, and don't come."

You obeyed, the constant stimulation making you desperate. His hands were now free to grab your hips, holding you tightly as he pounded into you.

The headboard banged against the wall, and his grip was sure to leave bruises, but all you could focus on was the delicious drag of his cock, the way his body covered yours, his hot breath on your ear as he panted.

"My breasts are magnificent."

"M-My breasts are magnificent," You gasped, and the hand on your hip moved up, his fingers pinching your nipple.

You yelped as his thrusts became impossibly fast, tapping into his supernatural speed. He fucked into you, and the sound of his thighs slapping against yours was obscene.

He kissed the corner of your mouth. "You're so fucking perfect, and I can't believe you can't see it."

His words were like a punch to the gut, and you moaned as the coil in your belly wound tighter.

"Are you going to come for me, angel?"

You nodded, and he took the toy from your hand, switching it up to an even higher setting. "Not yet."

You were a babbling mess, your pussy dripping wet as Elijah's cock slammed into you. His warm hands held your ass, lifting your hips up and moving you to meet his thrusts.

"Please, Elijah," You begged, and his hips stuttered. "Please, I need to come."

"Not until I tell you to," He growled, and you whined. He smirked, and pressed the vibrator to your clit.

"Oh god, oh my god- Elijah- please, please, please-" You chanted, and he slowed his movements.

Your legs were shaking, and the feeling was becoming overwhelming, his lips on your skin and his body covering yours.

"There we go," He coaxed, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. “You can let go now, my perfect angel."

His command was enough, and the coil inside you snapped. He kept the vibrator on, prolonging your orgasm, and it was almost painful as the aftershocks wracked through you.

Elijah groaned at the sight of you coming, and he cast the vibrator aside, grabbing your hips and picking you up. He stood, lifting you up and down on his cock, grunting at the feeling of your pulsating pussy.

You could barely think, holding onto his shoulders tightly, you were only aware enough to kiss him, the sensation of being held up and fucked almost too much.

"Where should I come, my sweet?" He asked, his breathing labored.

"In me," You replied, and his eyes darkened.

"What was that, baby? Say it again."

"Come inside me," You repeated, and he smiled, his hips thrusting one last time as he emptied himself inside you.

"God, your pussy is perfect," He groaned, his grip tight. "You feel so good, baby."

You moaned, your overstimulated clit rubbing against his pelvis, and you clenched around his cock, the feeling of him spilling inside you sending a rush through you.

You collapsed against him, and he wrapped his arms around you, his cock still inside you as he laid on the bed. He pulled the comforter over the two of you, and kissed your forehead, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"Now do you believe me?"

You smiled. "No, but I'd love another demonstration."

Elijah growled, his arms tightening around you.

"Oh, don't worry. I plan on showing you exactly how beautiful I find you for a long, long time."

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[alexanderwales]

The spell showed you how another person saw you.

It was expensive, but not so expensive that it didn't find its use. If you were in the burgher class it was expected that you would experience it a few times in your life. One of those was before marriage.

Cordelia went in with great trepidation. She was sure that Aldwin was right for her, but less sure that she was right for him.

And then, two hours later, once it was all over, they had to talk about it, in a way that Aldwin loved to talk about everything.

"There was a sweetness to him," said Aldwin. "But now I worry, only lightly, that you think I make more concessions than I really do. There was more romance to him, I suppose. Very lovey, which I suppose is good."

"Well, that's good," said Cordelia.

"Is something the matter?" asked Aldwin.

"No," said Cordelia. "You can go on."

"I need some time to stew," said Aldwin. "We talked a lot, but I do fear that we got tangled in tangents. I think we could have been good friends, actually, if he were real, though ..."

"Yes?" asked Cordelia.

"He was intelligent, but I knew more than him, which I suppose is an artifact of the spell. He didn't know all the things that I knew, he knew all the things that you knew, except you don't expect me to know much about textiles, so some of those things that you knew were barred from him, and that meant that he sat at the intersection of our domains of knowledge." Aldwin looked at the ceiling for a moment. "I do wonder if there's a way around that."

"Perhaps," said Cordelia.

Aldwin looked back down at her. "Is something the matter? You haven't said what your experience was like. Was she pleasant?" He grinned at her, a winning grin that had made her fall in love. It was heartbreaking.

"Aldwin, I'm ... not sure that I can do this," said Cordelia.

His grin turned to a frown. "Why not?" he asked. "I love you, you should have seen that."

"Aldwin, she was perfect," said Cordelia.

"You're perfect," said Aldwin. He laid his hand on hers.

"No, Aldwin, I'm not," said Cordelia. "And when I've heard you say that before, I've always thought that it was you being poetic, but I met her now, the me that lives in your mind, and she is perfect, she has none of my blemishes, none of my flaws, she's kind and gracious and intelligent and funny."

"My dear, you're all those things," said Aldwin. "That's why I'm marrying you."

"But I'm not those things," said Cordelia. "My version of you, did you think that he was handsome?"

"I suppose it didn't occur to me," said Aldwin. He looked to the ceiling again and considered that. "His hair was a bit curlier, and his nose somewhat broader, but no, I think he looked like me."

"The woman I saw was a goddess," said Cordelia. "I can't compare to her."

"You are her," said Aldwin.

"Won't you believe me when I tell you that I'm not?" asked Cordelia. "And if we follow through on the engagement, and you marry me, how can I help but worry that you'll figure that out one day and leave me?"

Aldwin frowned at her. "Is that what this is about?" he asked. "You think my love is fickle? It hadn't even occurred to me to ask my other whether he was wavering."

"I think you're brilliant and handsome," said Cordelia. "But I looked at her, spoke with her, and kept thinking to myself that I couldn't live up to her. I yelled at her and she calmly defused my anger. When I cried, she comforted me."

"It was really so bad?" asked Aldwin, raising his eyebrows. He had very expressive eyebrows, it was something that Cordelia had always found herself appreciating.

"I fear that you don't actually know me," said Cordelia. "You don't see the ugly, twisted, miserable creature that I am."

"Come now," said Aldwin. He seemed befuddled. "Perhaps I think more highly of you than you think of yourself, but I won't have you talking so poorly of my bride-to-be."

"It's how I felt, next to her," said Cordelia, looking down. She had tears in her eyes. It was undignified. Her other would have never.

Aldwin moved closer to her and tilted her chin up. She looked at him, blinking away her tears, which rolled down her face and made her lip salty. His eyes, that saw her so.

"My sweet, we have our entire lives to get to know each other better," said Aldwin. "I will love you no less if you falter, if you yell, if you cry, if you flop around and fail. If we do this again, ten years from now, I expect that I'll have the same rosy view of you, overly rosy, in your estimation. That's love. That's what it is."

But of course for her, that wasn't true at all. He'd said as much, he'd spoken to his other, he'd seen a more or less accurate portrayal of himself. Didn't he see that? Or would he realize it only later? She wasn't sure. Did she not love him? Is that what it meant? She thought that she loved him.

"I do love you," said Cordelia.

"Good, because we're getting married soon," said Aldwin. He patted her on the hand. "Come, let's dry those tears and find someplace to eat."

She let herself be led for the rest of the day, and returned to herself within half an hour, letting the shadow cast by the spell slide off her, joking with him, engaging him in his interests, putting on a smile that she didn't entirely feel.

But that night, as she lay in bed, the image of the goddess, the woman she was not and could not become, would not leave her mind.

[kissme-suguru]

I like to think Toji has a big thing for MILFs and when he looks at his Wifey who already gave birth to Baby Gumi, he fell in love cuz now he has a MILF wife~ He doesn't care if guys say Women are ugly after pregnancy, he thinks she still looks so fucking pretty, her body is practically glowing

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Toji showing his wifey some love

MDNI 18+

Toji Fushiguro x Post Pregnancy! Reader, fluff, smut, praise, body appreciation, Soft dom Toji, insecure reader, cunnilingus, squirting, one use of 'slut'

No cause I whole heartedly agree with you, I could see him lowkey catching an attitude if he saw you judging your appearance.

Toji would constantly praise your body, making sure to give you any reassurance even when you didn't believe him.

Any chance he had to rub your swollen belly he would take. "Look at this gorgeous belly, all round with my baby." And after you give birth? The man would shower every part of your body with love and soft touches.

His eyes would stare at your frame as you examined your body in the mirror with a somber face. Coming up behind you and running his big hands over every part you felt insecure about while kissing your neck. When you look away from the mirror he'd reach up and turn your face to continue looking as he rubbed your body.

A month after having Megumi Toji practically leaped on you when you tell him you can have sex again. He wasted no time stripping off your oversized pajamas and revealing your gorgeous post pregnancy body. His scared lips kissing down inch by inch, stopping at your belly that was adorned with stretch marks. A tsk of disapproval left his lips when he saw you turn your head away and try to cover yourself, feeling nervous and embarrassed at how your body had changed.

"Nu uh, none of that mama. Let me look at you." He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, in his eyes was nothing but love and lust.

"But Toji-"

"But nothing. I've been without this gorgeous body for damn near a year." He smothered your stomach in kisses before moving down in between your plump thighs, ghosting his tongue over your soft skin. "This body is so fucking perfect. You carried and birthed our son, I won't have you thinking bad about yourself, ya hear me?"

You nodded with heated cheeks, arousal burning in your lower stomach.

"Keep your eyes on me as I eat this pretty pussy, mama." Toji laid flat on his stomach, hiking your thighs on top of his muscular shoulders before diving into your entrance immediately.

His tongue moved up and down your folds, latching onto your swollen clit. A low groan left his lips when you reached down to tug on his dark locks, after being pent up for so long it didn't take much to drive you towards the edge. Toji kept his eyes on you as he ate you out like a starved man, his cock throbbing against the mattress.

He brought his fingers into the mix to double your pleasure. The sounds of your moans and wetness bouncing off the walls, almost a little too loud. "Shh, baby. You'll wake the brat if you keep whining like a lil slut."

He lifted his head and continued to thrust his thick fingers in and out of your squelching hole, watching you grind into his touch with a smirk on his lips. "My pretty wifey, ya gonna cum?"

"Fuck-yes Toji, I'm so close."

"Good girl, cum for me. Let me see this pretty pussy soak my hand." The sound of his words pushing you over the edge and making your thighs tremble in pleasure as you squirted all over his hand. Your chest rose and fell while you caught your breath and watched Toji lick your wetness from his hand.

"Mm, you taste so fucking good baby. So perfect." Toji crawled back up and kissed your lips with need, allowing you to taste yourself. A evident smirk on his lips when he pulled away. "I'm not done with you yet, mama. I gotta make up for all the lost time."

It was gonna be a loooonggg night.

[lohotine]

*falls through your celling again*

I know you already did jealous shadow milk BUT I OFFER YOU THIS

Yandere shadow milk pls

Could be just hcs or sthm idc I JUST LOVE TUMBLRS DIFFERENT TAKES ON IT HCJDHDJFHF

AN: Yanderes <3 and I think this is before he got sealed, but after the corruption. (ALSO MY CEILING! FIRST MY DOOR, NOW THIS-)

Also, I'm def gonna make another one of these yan fics, just wait guys ♡

Yan! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: possessiveness, Manipulation, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentions of murder

-Only Me-

If only you could rewind time.

Back to the time where your lover wasn't crazy. Where he didn't have this unquenchable bloodlust, and where he didn't obsess over you.

The attention was nice at first, but it's long since become suffocating.

When will he finally let you breathe again?

Probably never. You'll die before he does, so this is probably going to go on until the day of your death.

What'll happen when you die? How will he handle it?

He can barely handle you leaving him for over an hour. There's no way he can handle you leaving forever, and to a place that, for once in his life, is unreachable to him.

He may still be alive after that, but maybe he'll finally stop 'living'.

He'll just exist.

"Dove, I'm back!" Called out an enthusiastic voice.

It would seem that Shadow Milk Cookie has finally returned.

You used to rejoice to the sound of his voice.

Where has all of the joy gone?

"Welcome back," you responded.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a palm on your cheek, gazing with admiration towards your features.

"Oh dove, you truely are the only good in this rotten world~" He left a kiss on your forehead before returning to admiring you silently.

It would have felt nice.

This should have felt nice.

But it didn't.

"Um, I've been thinking about something, actually.." You'd bring up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I can maybe... leave this tower? Only for a little while?"

...

A silence filled the room before Shadow Milk Cookie started to snicker.

"Oh doll, you can't be serious! Why would you ever want to leave this place?" He gave you a condescending smile, hoping to feign even the slightest bit of ignorance or innocence.

"I've just been here for a long time. That's all.." You'd say.

"Don't be silly~ If you leave, then the outside world will destroy your perfect, delicate self. And you know I can't have my dolls breaking." He just kept staring at you with that sweet, sweet smile.

"But-"

"Oh, I get it. You're just leaving because you've gotten bored of me. Is that it?" His smile faded and was replaced with an uncaring glare.

"That's not what I meant.."

"You're so selfish, you know? I give you a nice place away from all of the chaos to keep you safe, I'm constantly giving you my attention, and now you want to leave me." He let go of you and looked away, a scowl present on his face.

"I never said I wanted to leave you!"

"If you loved me, you'd stay here with me, and not put up a fight about wanting to leave."

So that's how it is...

Such a shame that he could get you to obey him so easily.

Leading you on with your own love.

"Sorry, I won't ask about it again..." you looked towards the ground, a guilt seeping into your heart, even though none of this was really your fault.

"Say you love me, and only me."

...

"I love only you."

He placed a finger under your chin and made you look up to him.

The smile he always held was back, as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Yep! Only me!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

Obsessed.

That's really the only word to describe him

Burns down towns and kills people 'in your name'.

You've hinted that you don't appreciate the actions

He never gets the hint, and if he does, he ignores them

Uses your love for him against you

Guilt trips you into agreeing with him a lot of the time

Has come home covered in blood numerous times

Acts like it's insignificant

Loves seeing you cry

He thinks it's cute, but he'll still 'comfort' you in way

Will wipe his bloodied hands on your face and whisk your tears away

Holds you close to him, even when he's the problem

Never gives you space

Sometimes you wish for the old him

You told him about it and he just laughed

Talks to everyone about you, but if they say your name, he kills them instantly

Thinks your name doesn't deserve to be spoken by people like them

If you ever died he'd probably lose it

You're his lifeline

It's... really not healthy.

[pinkthrone445]

-Abbott's house- Part 3

Part 1. Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, funny, soft, hurt

Warnings:none(?) future smut

Summary:The district gives the school the idea of spending a month living together to strengthen bonds, you never thought that would change your relationship with some so much.

You never thought of yourself as a very loving or neddy person, at least you didn't show it often, but there was something about being snuggled with someone you feel comfortable with that can't be denied. To feel her warmth close to your body, her calm breath that matched yours, to hear the gentle drum of her heart beat, being comfortable in complete silence, doing things separately but at the same time together.

That was the position you were in, Mel was sitting on her mattress with her back resting on the back of her bed, you, sitting in front of her, between her legs, with your back resting on her chest, you were reading a book while she played with your hair and with her free hand played bets on her cell phone.

-"Mel?" - You whispered and she nodded letting you continue, putting her phone aside to listen to you-"Which do you prefer? Prince Charming or the Big Bad Wolf?" - You asked and she began to think, in the time that had passed, she had become very familiar to your unexpected and meaningless questions

-"I think Prince Charming, I've already kissed many toads but none became the perfect man" - she replied without stopping her caresses on your hair and you laughed-"You?"

-"I think I prefer the big bad wolf, there is no perfect man or woman in life or love, the big bad wolf sees you, hears you and eats you better... So..."-You answered and read on as if nothing had happened, smiling as you felt the vibration of the redhead's laughter on you back.

That's how things had been lately, when a certain time came in the afternoon, when you didn't have any activities planned with your other housemates, you and Mel would go into the room and do things separately, but somehow together. Some days you'd spend hours in bed talking about things, anything that came to mind, some days you'd play cards and bets together, sometimes you'd read while she watched her show on your computer or watch it together, or you would read something for her, doing anything you could share, and you really liked that.

You'd be lying if you said that your look at the redhead hadn't changed in recent days, but you didn't know if her affection and her way of being was because she was taking care of you since you had to live together or because she loved you too. But those doubts were very close to be clarified.

When it got later, you decided to leave the room as Ava had ordered food for game night, Mel came out behind you while everyone looked at you

-"What?" - You asked with a frown

-"Isn't that t-shirt you're wearing Melissa's?"-asked Janine and you looked at your clothes and nodded

-"Yes, I stole it because it's soft and comfortable to sleep in, is there a problem?"- you asked and Janine shook her head. The truth is that you had taken it because it smelled like her and that made you happy, but you couldn't say that in front of everyone, let alone having the redhead present.

After grabbing your portion of food, you sat down on the carpet between Mel's feet, while she was on the couch. The redhead carefully placed a blanket over your shoulders and passed you a hot pack for your abdomen, being very discreet, she knew your period had started and the heat helped, so she was on the lookout for you to keep warm things nearby, plus the painkiller she had bought you earlier. You smiled at her in appreciation and gave her a small kiss on her knee that was at the height of your face because of the position you had sat in.

Today it was Gregory's turn to choose a game, so you didn't expect something very funny, but when he was about to speak, Janine and Jacob interrupted him and said something in his ear, which changed Gregory's mind and suggested playing truth or dare, with the excuse of using it to get to know each other better. You'd be lying if you said that didn't surprise you. Everyone sat next to each other to make the game easier, which made you sit between Ava and Melissa.

The game started quietly, no one wanted to say dare, they just chose truth. You learned that Mel took Barbara to a gay bar once and Mel kissed her when they were drunk, also that Barbara (to everyone's surprise) had a kamasutra book, Ava had a sex toy store on the internet, that Janine had had a one-night stand when she was on vacation alone, that Gregory when he was a kid wanted to be a stripper because he thought those were the ones who painted the strips on the side of the street, that Jackson had had dreadlocks in college and that Mr. Johnson had been a bus stripper for a few months when he was younger to pay college. Also they learned that there was a time when you had an open relationship with a girl because she wasn't ready to big commitments and you loved her so you agreed, even though it didn't end well for you and your heart.

When more rounds continued with only truths, they decided to do one of pure challenges, Janine and Gregory had 7 minutes in heaven and somehow came out of that closet with more clothes and more tidy than they came in, Jacob had to eat a spoonful of hot sauce from the fridge and then it was Melissa's turn...

-"Melissa Melissa Melissa...-Jacob spoke with mischief in his eyes-"I dare you to kiss (Y/N)... Don't think we haven't noticed how you walk around together all day" - And there it all fell into place, the sudden change of game, the desire of them for you or Mel to choose a challenge, it was all to make you and Mel kiss and end this thick love tension, not that you didn't want to and weren't grateful for that, but they were still some crazy bastards.

Your heart was leaping out of your chest, desperate to feel Mel's lips on you, but when you looked up and saw her frightened face, your joy immediately fell apart. She didn't even do anything to get closer to you, she just put distance looking into your eyes with a frown

-"I won't... Sorry, I won't, I can't, I don't want to"-Mel said no, not just with her words, but with her look, her body language, her hands, her whole being. You've never felt so rejected and so much pain in your heart, you felt ashamed in that moment, she rejected you in front of all your friends and colleagues

-"Oh wow, three different ways to say no... That was unequally humiliating, I never thought that I was that disgusting" - You tried to joke even though it really hurt, an awkward laugh left your body and you looked away from the redhead-"I think it's Barbara's turn to have her dare"-You commented trying to make the bad time pass and the tears not come out of your eyes, you felt a horrible pressure in your chest and your hands were shaking gently. Melissa noticed this and tried to hold your hand but you pulled it away immediately.

You tried to stay playing as long as you could, but you were feeling worse and worse and more disassociated every passing second, so you carefully got up from the round

-"My cramps are the worst right now, I'll go to bed, have fun guys" - You muttered as you got up, left the blanket Melissa had lent you at her feet, and went into the room. You quickly changed and went to the bathroom to lock yourself in so you could cry a little and get out the pain you felt in your chest from the redhead's rejection, without Melissa entering the room and seeing you so pathetic.

After a little while, Mel decided to go to the room, you were already in your bed, turning your back on her and hiding under your covers without making a single noise or movement. On her bed was the blouse you had stolen from her and had been wearing all day. Mel stared at the garment without being very sure what to feel or do, after a few seconds she put it on and went to bed feeling your perfume close to her but not your warmth which she had already become accustomed to having.

The next day, the redhead hoped that no one would remember what had happened, she wished things were the way they were before, but her hopes were quickly dashed when she opened her eyes and you weren't in the room. Then she got up and you weren't in the dining room or anywhere in the house either, even though they were all having breakfast together, you weren't there

-"Good morning" - The redhead whispered and the others greeted her as well, then sat down next to Barbara to eat thinking about you.

The days began to pass and the distance began to be more noticeable, Mel was going to bed early to see if you were going in the room so she could see you, and you were going to sleep super late to not cross paths with her. In the activities together you asked to change partners, and you always spent as much time as possible outside the house so as not to see her. Looks that used to be sought at every opportunity, were now avoided at all costs. When she used to tell a joke, she would always look at you to see what you thought of it and see your reaction, but now all she could find was seriousness, or she couldn't find you at all. Your behavior was hurting her more than she let it show.

One more day passed, one more day when she woke up and didn't see you

-"Does anyone know if (Y/N) has at least eaten something today?" - She asked, sad and annoyed at how you ignored her

-"We haven't seen her, but you'd know if you asked her" - Ava replied

-"She doesn't respond to my messages and is avoiding me all day... So yeah" - Mel answered and went to Barbara's room to talk to her.

-"Hey Melissa" - Her friend smiled and the red-haired woman sighed, sitting on her bed looking at her sadly

-"I need help... don't know what to do Barb, she is ignoring me all the time and I... I miss her"-Mel whispered

-"Talk to her, simple as that" - Her friend replied

-"She hates me" - Mel rubbed her hands against her face

-"She is in love with you" - Barbara answered truthfully

-"She is not, she is too young to fall for someone like me"-As always, the redhead doubted herself

-"The girl looks at you as if you have the stars in the palm of your hand, as if your eyes were the sun that warms the earth, and you still think she doesn't like you? Are you blind or just dumb?" - Barbara looked at her seriously, when the redhead was about to answer, she felt how the door of the house opened and everyone greeted you, immediately her friend looked at her-"Go talk to her!"-she yelled and then dragged her out of the room.

The redhead sighed, trying to gather strength before entering the room with you. She noticed how you turned your back on her, putting some clothes in your backpack

-"Hey hon..." - She whispered but you didn't look at her - "Will you go with me to the class we have together?" - she whispered and you shook your head

-"I changed it, I'll go with Jacob and you with Janine" - You closed your backpack and put it on walking towards the door, but the redhead stopped you by taking your hand-"Let me go Melissa" - Your voice sounded so dry and your manner so serious compared to what it was before

-"What is your problem lately? " - Mel asked annoyed of you ignoring her

-"You apparently"-You responded by trying to let go of her grip

-"Why? Just because I didn't played that stupid game?" - she replied with a frown without letting go of you-"Why are you ignoring me now? Why are you leaving me out? I miss you, why can't we stay friends?" - Mel's voice sounded fragile, scared of your answer

-"Because I don't want to be your friend! Everyone notice that I wanted to be more than friends that's why they made us play that stupid game! And that night was clear that you didn't like me in the same way and you rejected me in front of all them... And I don't know what to do to be more than this, for you to accept me, I don't know how you don't realize how much I like you. I'm not going to sit back and pretend that your rejection didn't hurt me, I'm not going to pretend that my heart isn't yours because it's been yours from the moment you held my hand... For a long time I thought this love may be reciprocated, but I was just being stupid... Why did you let me fall for you like that if you were never going to reciprocate? Why did you start treating me differently from others, with such affection and care if you knew you would never love me? Why didn't you keep your dry treatment to me like you treated me at school? Why did you have to make me fall in love with you like that? I would have rather never feel what it's like to be in your arms or sleep together, than to know how beautiful it feels and never be able to have it again because it's weird now... "-You sighed with teary eyes, her hand on your arm felt like it burned your skin

-"Oh hon... I didn't knew, I wasn't trying to make you fall for me... Let me fix this, do you want me to buy you chocolates or do something?" - she asked, not knowing what to do, and you let go of her grip

-"I opened my heart to you and that's the only thing you have to offer me?..." - You asked in pain and sighed

-"Love..."-She whispered trying to fix something but not knowing how

-"Don't call me love unless you mean it...Sometimes trying to fix things only makes it worse. I think it hurt me to realize that you never loved me the way I loved you, I suspected it, but it hurt to accept it...If I could bottle this feelings up and go back to being friends, I would. But there is no point in denial, all of them and you know what I feel. I won't ask or beg you to love me, so please don't ask me to pretend to settle for just being your friend, because it's not going to happen..."-You whispered opening the door and walking out of the room, leaving Melissa alone, an emptiness in her chest as she realized she had lost you.

[nejiverse]

I REMEMBER

Sae Itoshi [pt. 5 to his amnesiac]

In which the forgotten past turns into the remembered present. Fem! Reader

part 4

cw: none

906 words

Y/n truly felt overwhelmed.

The restaurant was breathtaking to say the least. Stepping inside, Y/n was struck by the grandeur of the space. High ceilings that one could only touch in their dreams, chandeliers casting a golden glow across her surroundings, velvety drapes that didn't dare block the view of distant city lights and tables dressed with white linen along with vases of fresh flowers to add a splash of colour.

"How did we get in with no reservation?", Y/n muttered in awe, but loud enough for Sae to hear.

"It's about who you know these days", Sae retorted, pulling out Y/n's chair for her, the woman smiling appreciatively.

As Sae took a seat, Y/n couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the wide selection of dishes displayed on the menu, but in the best possible way.

Sae rested his elbow on the table, his cheek resting against his fisted hand while he gazed upon the woman opposite him who appeared to be in deep thought. Sae guessed she was pondering which dish to get knowing the foodie that she was.

"It's hard to pick just one!", Y/n narrowed her eyes at the menu in her hands as if it would help her choose a dish.

"Then get two", Sae offered a solution.

Y/n's eyes brightened. "Really?". If only she knew the lengths Sae would go just to make her happy.

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The minutes passed quite quickly after they both ordered mainly because they were deep in conversation, Y/n learning much more about both her fiancé and herself, and the multiple conversations in the background were a perfect cover up for the quiet moments between them which neither of them found awkward in the slightest. For Sae, merely being in her presence was enough for him.

Sae shifted slightly, reaching into his pocket. Y/n watched curiously, chin resting against her palm.

Sae paused. "What? You think i've got something for you?", he taunted casually.

Y/n averted her gaze to the side in efforts to appear indifferent. "Of course not", she rolled her eyes at his words.

Sae clicked his tongue. "Well you’re wrong".

Placed in the centre of the table was an open box with held the ring she had taken off her finger in the hospital. Her engagement ring. The sight of it brought about a rush of emotions she hadn't expected.

She switched between looking at the ring then Sae's eyes repeatedly.

"Sae I—", she pursed her lips before speaking again. "Are you sure?".

After all, she had said previously that an engagement ring was a symbol of love and she currently had no idea if she loved Sae or not.

She knew what she felt was stronger than how she would feel about a stranger or a friend but she simply couldn't tell if it was love or not nor if her feelings were deserving of a ring.

"Amnesia or not, I still want you to be my wife".

Sae internally grimaced at his own words. When did he become so sappy? A man who despised those around him and barely tolerated his teammates. He was completely bewildered by the effect the woman sat in front of him had on him.

"You're positive?", she asked again with uncertainty in which Sae replied by taking her hand in his own and sliding the ring onto her finger, never forgetting to leave a kiss on her knuckles.

"Is that a good enough answer?".

Y/n didn't resist the big smile that crept onto her lips, even reaching her eyes.

She felt all giddy both outside and in. Was this feeling love? She believed she was getting closer to her answer.

"One more time for good measure?".

"Don't push your luck", Sae huffed out a laugh before patting her hand.

Y/n chuckled in response and looked at the ring once again and as she did, a wave of familiarity washed over her, like a light bulb switching on. The mixed scents from the food that was being prepared and the flowers on the table, the warm light and the way the e/c ring contrasted the white linen cloth on the table.

She had experienced these sensations before.

She blinked, her breath catching as fragments of a memory surfaced.

It was faint, like a photo slowly coming into focus, but it was there.

Sae was able to catch the slight change in her facial expressions. A mix of shock and relief.

"Hey, you okay?", he asked.

Y/n nodded slowly, still in the midst of processing.

"Sae, is this where you proposed to me initially?".

Sae's reaction was immediate and visceral. His eyes widened in shock, and his usually composed demeanor shattered. He stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words. For a moment, he simply sat there, utterly stunned.

"Yes Y/n", he squeezed her hand. "It is, you remember".

Sae was ecstatic, more than he let on. His heart was beating at a pace that not even playing soccer couldn't accomplish.

Y/n nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she saw the depth of his reaction. With a voice barely above a whisper, she parroted his words.

"I remember”.

masterlist :)

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Coming Out to Thorin's Company as a Lesbian (F!Reader)

This was definitely not inspired by anything of late, no... 😅👉🏻👈🏻 Thought this would be a perfect Sapphic September kickoff 💃🏻

Warnings: angst in some (all happy by the end though!), minor suggestive joking

Balin

"Balin?" The sound of your voice, unexpectedly timid, had the older dwarf swiveling on his heel, tails of his maroon coat fluttering a bit about his boots. "What's that, lass?" "May I speak to you?" "Of course," he answered, spreading his hands. A tentative smile crept onto your face. "What was on your mind?" He prompted as you settled in at his side, scooting as close as you could to the warm folds of his layers. "Well, it's just that the others... I think they are trying to marry me into their families." Balin shook his head at that, a hint of amusement glinting in his deep brown eyes, though no dismissal of your situation colored the way he looked at you. "None of these old fools' little brother is the sort of husband you had in mind, I trust?" With a deep draw of breath, you straightened in your seated position. "Moreso that I am not cut out for that life! That I can never see myself as wife to a husband, rather..." "Wife to a wife?" Balin supplied, bushy eyebrows raised. Lighting up like a bonfire, you nodded, gazing into the dwarf's eyes as new. "You understand!" "'course I do. You're hardly the first I've met of your sort. Now I'll not say a word to the others. Unless you want me to give them a stern talking-to, of course." "That would be great," you giggled, leaning even closer into the musky red about the secure form at your side to take Balin's arm in yours, "Just like a father. That is why I trusted you first." "Like a father," Balin repeated in a voice barely above a whisper, lips faintly smiling and tears glistening in his eyes.

Dwalin

“Look at the two of them- stone-faced as ever.” “Quite a nice couple, don’t you think?” “Oh, certainly. They’ll shut down everyone’s fun together!” Neither you nor the warrior at your side particularly appreciated the less savory stories being swapped that night, at least in Dwalin’s words “in front of Ori. He hasn’t gotten it yet, no need to scare ‘im.” That combined with the fact you both wielded axes apparently meant you were destined to wed and raise five beautiful axe-swinging maniacs. “You’ll be the one getting shut down if you don’t cut it out,” Dwalin shot back. Smirking, you internally vowed to do him one better. “As if we’d ever be together,” you added with a snort, “Maybe if he had a sister.” “Ah.” The princes glanced between you two, then themselves. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” Kili asked. “We’ll try to fix you with Gloin’s sister-in-law instead!” “Anyone would be better ‘n you two!” The older dwarf bellowed in response, casting peals of laughter over the fireside.

Thorin

“You remove yourself from us.” “You should talk,” you shot back, glancing up to meet the king’s eyes. At that, Thorin gave a conceding smirk and the faintest nod, settling at your side and bristling a bit less beneath his imposing furs. “I have little to say to that,” he admitted, “Save that much echoes in my mind.” “Indeed,” you agreed, folding your arms tighter across your chest, “Though certainly my troubles way less heavily than yours. I heard what you went through.” With a brief nod, Thorin encouraged you onward. “The first time I had feelings for another girl, well…opening up about that lost me some people. Important people. I felt like all I could do was hurt. Myself, others. Only pain seemed to follow in my wake.” “Standing strong for ourselves takes great courage,” Thorin told you, “But every time we rise, we have more to draw from. Many a time we are the only ones we have. Let that fuel the fire I see within you.” He rested a hand on your shoulder, giving a tentative smile that you returned, this time with a nod of your own. Silence and solidarity overtook you as you stood side by side and reflected, no longer alone.

Oin

“Did I hear that correctly?” Twisting that steel trumpet in his ear in a manner your brain could only perceive as painful, Oin’s gaze slid up to fix yours. Expression falling, you exhaled quickly. “Yes. But please forget it.” Tone rushed, you made to walk away, taking one long booted stride before a hand caught your shoulder. “You misunderstand me!” Oin told you. “‘S not like I can’t imagine why!” Chuckling, he loosened his grip as the muscles across your chest and shoulders relaxed. “Nothing wrong with that. I’m just surprised you chose me first,” he told you, this time much more softly, “But thank you. Anything I can help you with, you need only ask, eh?”

Gloin

“You’re quite good with that thing, you know!” Wiping some sweat from your forehead, you grinned at Gloin, whose axe you’d just parried with your spear. He nodded to the betrothal bead you wore. “No wonder you’ve snagged yourself a dwarf for a husband!” Face immediately fallen, you averted your gaze, unable to face his look of pride anymore. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” “You may not be so proud of me,” you answered, heart thudding in your chest. “Why ever not?” Lowering his weapon, Gloin closed the space between you with a warm, concerned hand upon your shoulder. “I have no husband,” you answered, “But a wife.” “Why wouldn’t I be proud of you?” The older dwarf asked at that, tone incredulous. “You still snagged yourself a dwarf, didn’t ya? I bet she’s almost as beautiful as mine! Don’t you worry none, lassie, just show me a portrait if you carry one!” Moved, you sniffled, placing your hand over his. “Thank you, Gloin. You’ve been like a father this trip.” Turning away, the dwarf took his turn to sniff at that, suddenly claiming a bout of allergies.

Bifur

“Bifur,” you signed, “You know that you have been very dear to me. Like the uncle I always wanted.” Smiling, the older dwarf fixed you with a look of interest. “I hope you still see me the same when I ask you for this help.” “Help? Help how?” He signed back, leaning forward. “How best to tell the others I like women.” “Are they trying to marry you?” He jokingly signed back, smiling and chuckling. “Not that I’d let them,” you teased, “But I think some of the older ones are trying to get me with their relatives. You and your cousins have really taken me under your wings. I feel safe with you.” You saw Bifur’s body relax, his thick brows softening in their angle. “Of course I will help you. I have an idea! And we can find each other wives!” With a great heh heh heh, he guffawed, bringing you out into a burst of laughter.

Bofur

“Well, you would understand. You’re half dwarf, aren’t you, lass?” “Me?” You asked, an indicating hand upon your chest and a look of confusion upon your face. “I don’t even look like a dwarf! Any particular reason you think that?” “That was your sister you lived with in the Blue Mountains, right? Or your half-sister and whatnot?” “Bofur,” you laughed, “That was not my sister! That was my wife! I am no half-dwarf, simply married to one.” “You’re married…to a dwarrowdam?” “I know,” you cut him off, turning away. You’d heard plenty. The shock, the invasive questions, the curses, even, and hearing it from one so sweet as Bofur would rend your heart beyond repair. Better not to look at him. “What an honor!” His chuckle of amazement turned you back around to look upon his smiling face. “Dwarrowdams don’t just choose anyone, you know. Why do you think I have no wife yet? What’s the secret? You must know, eh?” Your heart glowed at the sight of his warm hazel eyes, the way he teasingly elbowed you.

Bombur

“Yer sighin’ again. Something on your mind, dearie?” Given the nature of your exhale, you felt a pang of reluctance, but Bombur’s eyes shone so sincere and you’d seen how well he cared for others firsthand. Giving you his extra blanket, drawing your coat tighter, picking the bits you didn’t like out of the stew he ladled you. Holding you back with an arm across you as a goblin charged. You inhaled that time, breathing in a moment of comfort as your muscles relaxed, fire crackling at your back. “I suppose there is. I worry.” “About?” “About what the others would think of me if they knew. If they knew, well… that I fancy women.” Bombur’s hazel eyes widened, glittered. “Ye do?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding. “Why, that’s great!” The fiery-haired dwarf lit up, grinning. “My oldest daughter would be perfect for you! I’d been wishing I could make a real daughter of you, after all, and here comes this blessing from Mahal! …well, I s’pose, if you like her of course, guess I’m getting ahead of myself…” The embrace you yanked sweet Bombur into cut off his words, tears glinting in both your fluttering eyes.

Dori

“The others don’t understand my appreciation for nice things,” Dori remarked over the tea you shared and the fine piece of jewelry you marveled over, a delicate brooch with intricate filigree and pale blue gems, “Feels like it’s all ale and dams with them.” “And what’s wrong with dams?” You joked into your cup without thinking. “Then again, most people don’t understand my appreciation for them either.” Dori’s eyebrows shot up, but before you could brace for his concerned chastising all he did was chuckle. “I understand that one. I myself have never minded who I make my home with. Beauty exists in every form and there is no point denying that. If you find that in a lady, stick with it. No one will ever please everyone, so you’d best please yourself, my dear.”

Nori

The weight on your heart tugged down like a thick pendant as silence descended, fifteen pairs of eyes upon you. You made to turn away, gaze turning downward, right as the figure rose from his seat. Nori. “I fancy a lass or two myself!” He chimed in, wide hands upon his hips. A smile rose to his lips as his eyes met yours; his head even faintly, almost imperceptibly, nodded. Somehow of them all you hadn’t expected Nori’s support, but as soon as he’d spoken raucous laughter and teasing erupted as hands clapped the pointy-haired dwarf’s back and a few hit yours, asking your type and fighting over who had the better barmaid off somewhere for you.

Ori

“You’ve been married this whole time?” Ori gaped at you, childlike awe evident in those big brown eyes of his. “I have,” you answered with a shy smile. “Please describe him to me! I’ll make you a portrait while you’re apart.” Him. Ori’s smile, his almost pleading look, was so earnest, though, that you found yourself giving in and describing first the shape of a face, the way hair falls. “Her eyes are-” “Her?” “Yes,” you admitted quietly. “It’s a wife? You can- Oh, why didn’t you tell me! I’ve got the features all wrong for that.” Scribbling away, Ori glanced back up at you. “So you married another woman! How did you meet? How did you know you loved her? I think you two would look beautiful together. You’re both pretty.”

Fili

“Are- are you alright?” Innocent and softly-spoken as they are, the words all but jump you out of your skin, whirling you around with far more guilt than was warranted. Just as everything these days. Fili’s eyes droop a bit at the sheer agony he sees on your face. “No, you aren’t, are you? You can talk to me. You know that.” Tears threaten your eyes at that despite your smile. “What would you do,” you ask him, your own words quiet, “If some of the people you kept closest would not accept you? All because they think your love is wrong?” Softening his gaze further, the dwarven prince steps closer, opening his arms to you. “I would hold those who do that much closer,” he answers. The outer leather of Fili’s layers rubs with the gentlest friction against your cheek as your head falls down to his shoulder, your arms curling around his sturdy form. His own hold the small of your back, rubbing small circles. “No love is wrong,” he whispers, “And the one who earns your love is a lucky woman indeed.”

Kili

"Alright, you caught me." "What do you mean?" Brow furrowing, you glanced back toward Kili, who made no effort to lower the folds of the tunic he'd begun raising over his head. When your eyes met his, he gave you a wink. "I think you know. 's all right. I've been thinking about it, too." You hadn't even realized it was possible for your forehead to wrinkle any harder until it involuntarily did. "Wait, do not tell me you think that I came here to gawk at you." The dwarf prince smiled at you, expression still impish. "I think we could settle on the term 'appreciating'. After all, it's not like I've never appreciated you." "You wish," you interrupted, finally breaking into a smirk of your own, "Kili, you git, I like women. I only came back this way because I left my coat." "Oh." He finally loosened his grip, dropping the fabric back over his toned chest. His grin fell back down and his eyebrows shot up. "Oh. Forget I-" "It's forgotten." "We don't have to-" "Of course we don't." "How about that harpist back at Rivendell?" "Gorgeous. Although visiting Bilbo's people I met this one hobbit and she's the one I really haven't stopped thinking of..."

Bilbo

“Bilbo, you know I…I have no interest in men.” The hobbit had been teasing you about the way one of his neighbors looked upon you, his expression softening at your words. “I see. Women, then?” At that, you simply gave a nod. “D-don’t worry,” he held up his hands defensively, “I understand. I don’t much have interest in anyone, really. Well, like that. Unless I get to know them, then maybe…. But anyway, I’ve never put much stock into men or women or… the things they do. Much more important things in life, hm?” Humming in response, you nodded and smiled, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Like gold and mountains and adventures, right?” “Or a good cup of tea. Crumpets? Oh heavens, I’d love a crumpet right now.” “Me too, Bilbo, me too.”

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hi!! i know this isn’t the type of thing you normally write but i thought i’d offer up a fluff prompt…. carnival date with ronin! feel free to skip over this, as always love ur work and everything u do to feed us it is much appreciated 🫶🫶🥹

Cotton Candy

( killer chat ) ronin x reader ... fluff ...

author's note: hello !! i am happy to hear that you like my works ! thank you for this prompt as I hope that this comes out to your liking !! i've tried to make it as fluffy as i can ! enjoy <3

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The day began with sunlight spilling through your window, its golden beams painting your room in hues of warmth and promise. You felt a quiet anticipation as you sifted through your wardrobe, the soft rustle of fabric in your hands. Outside, the world hummed with life, but in this moment, you were alone, with only the faint scent of morning air filtering through the open window.

Ronin leaned casually against the doorframe, his presence both casual and commanding. His sharp eyes scanned the clothes you were pulling apart, his smirk a permanent fixture that always seemed to say he was half-amused and half-serious. "You're overthinking it," he teased, his voice low, gravelly, and affectionate. "We're going to a carnival, not the Met Gala."

You shot him a look, half-annoyed but mostly charmed, and he chuckled, stepping into the room. He moved with an ease that suggested practice, his confidence filling the space. "Here," he said, reaching past you to pluck a simple outfit from the rack. "This. It's comfortable, cute, and it's not at all try-hard."

His fingers brushed yours as he handed you the clothes, creating a palpable spark between you. You took the clothes, the fabric soft against your palms. "You think this works?" you asked, glancing at him. He tilted his head, appraising you like a critic. "Trust me," he said, his smirk deepening. "I'm a man of impeccable taste."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your lips. As you slipped into the outfit, Ronin adjusted the small details—rolling up the cuffs of your sleeves just enough, straightening the hem, and brushing a strand of hair from your face. His hands were steady, his movements deliberate but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world for you.

The mirror reflected you and him: you were nervous but glowing, and he was confident but with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "See?" he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect." The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, you could only nod, your cheeks warm under his gaze.

As you grabbed your bag and prepared to leave, Ronin offered his arm with a confident flourish. "Shall we?" he asked, his grin wide and inviting. You laughed, linking your arm with his, and together you stepped out into the sunlight. The world felt brighter, sharper, as if it had been waiting just for this.

The car ride to the carnival felt like an escape, wrapped in the hum of the engine and the low thrum of music leaking from the speakers. Ronin's hand was on the steering wheel and the other propped against the open window, his dark hair being tousled by the evening breeze. His posture radiated a careless confidence that made it clear he belonged anywhere, especially beside you.

Outside, the sky was changing, the sun setting and turning the sky pink and orange. The colours mirrored the warmth in your chest, a quiet excitement bubbling just below the surface. Ronin glanced at you, catching the way the light played across your face, and smirked, his eyes sharp but full of unspoken affection. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a warm blade.

"Nothing," you said, though your smile gave you away. He arched an eyebrow, a knowing expression tugging at his lips. "Sure," he drawled, dragging the word out. "You've got that look. Like you're plotting something."

You laughed, the sound light and effortless in the small space of the car. The air between you was easy, punctuated by the occasional sound of Ronin tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the music. It was a song you didn't recognise, something soft but steady, the kind of melody that feels like a heartbeat when you're paying attention.

The stuffed bear from the carnival was still a promise, but Ronin's teasing was well underway. "You're gonna make me win one of those ridiculous prizes, aren't you?" he asked, his smirk widening. "I can feel it. You've got that look in your eye."

"And what if I am?" you shot back, grinning. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Guess I'll just have to show you how it's done. You can't have me walking around empty-handed, now can I?"

The banter was easy, the kind of back-and-forth that came naturally with him. Even the silences felt full, the weight of the moment wrapped in the faint scent of his cologne and the warm, fading sunlight spilling through the windshield.

At a red light, he turned to you fully, his hand leaving the wheel to rest on the console between you. His gaze was steady, a flicker of mischief dancing in his dark eyes. "You excited?" he asked, his voice softer now, less teasing.

You nodded, your heart skipping a beat at the way he looked at you — like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on. "Yeah," you said, your voice quieter but no less sure. "I think it's going to be fun."

He grinned, the edges of his smirk softening. "Good," he said, returning his hand to the wheel as the light turned green. "I like seeing you happy."

The rest of the drive was a blur of fading daylight and winding roads, the carnival's bright lights growing more vivid on the horizon as the sky darkened. Ronin tapped his fingers against the wheel again, the rhythm in sync with your heartbeat. This moment—this car ride, this anticipation—was its own kind of magic.

You arrived just as the air was filled with the distant hum of the carnival. Ronin pulled into the gravel lot, the tyres crunching as he found a space. He turned off the engine, the sudden quiet filling the space between you.

He looked at you, his smirk returning as he reached for the door handle. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but carrying that edge of excitement you'd grown to love.

You nodded, holding the small bag in your lap as you stepped out into the cool evening air. Ronin came around the car, his hand brushing yours as he guided you toward the glowing lights of the carnival. "Come on," he said, his voice low and warm. "Let's make tonight unforgettable."

The scent of cotton candy envelops you like a sweet, airy embrace, an ephemeral wisp of nostalgia drifting on the breeze. It's the smell of a carnival long past, the echoes of laughter mingling with the bright, spinning colors of memory. Close your eyes and you'll be transported back to a world where everything felt magical and infinite, the future as soft and undefined as the sugary strands.

The scent is delicate yet unmistakable, a perfume spun from sugar and dreams. The sweetness is almost tangible, like sunlight filtering through candy-colored clouds. It is not overwhelming; it invites you closer with a siren's call that promises nothing but indulgence and fleeting delight. The scent is light, almost weightless, like a song you can only half remember. There's a faint hint of warmth, as though the sugar itself has captured the sun's glow. There's a brightness to it, an effervescence that speaks of summer afternoons and the rustle of paper cones cradling pastel swirls.

Inhale and the sweetness will hit you, filling your senses. It's not just sugar—it's the memory of sticky fingers and carefree laughter, of running through a sea of people with stars in your eyes. The scent carries a faint trace of caramel, warm and inviting, a golden undertone to the airy sweetness above. The scent is pure and innocent, like a child. Its simplicity is a reminder of a time when joy came easily, when the world was painted in shades of pink and blue. But there's a depth to it, a melancholic whisper that reminds you how quickly such moments slip away.

As you get closer, the scent evolves, taking on a slight sharpness as the sugar melts into your awareness. It is insistent, not cloying, wrapping itself around you like a gossamer thread. It lingers in the air, a phantom sweetness that refuses to be forgotten, even as it fades. The scent is playful, almost teasing, like the way cotton candy melts on your tongue before you've fully tasted it. It's the smell of anticipation, of something fleeting and precious. There's an almost electric quality to it, a subtle crackle that mirrors the energy of a carnival in full swing.

You can hear the laughter and the distant hum of a carousel, and you can feel the slight stickiness of sugar on your lips. The scent brings with it a texture, a lightness that's almost effervescent, like bubbles rising to the surface of a sparkling drink. It's sweet but never heavy, always just out of reach. It's the scent of innocence, but also of longing—a yearning for something you can't quite name. It's the smell of moments suspended in time, fragile and irreplaceable, like the way the sky blushes pink before the sun sets. It lingers in your memory, a scent you chase but can never quite capture.

There's a surreal quality to it, as though it belongs to a world just a step removed from reality. It's the smell of dreams spun into sugar, of wishes whispered into the wind. It feels almost impossible, too light to exist in the world of weight and gravity. The scent carries an undercurrent of warmth, like the heat radiating from a carnival booth. It's as though the very air itself has been kissed by sugar, left shimmering and golden in its wake. It's fleeting, disappearing as quickly as it came, but its absence only makes you crave it more.

Every breath is a rediscovery, the scent unveiling new layers of sweetness. It is not static, but alive, shifting and shimmering with every moment. This is the essence of happiness, distilled into something intangible, a fragrance you can only hold in your heart. This is the smell of shared smiles and intertwined fingers, of laughter echoing beneath a canopy of lights. This scent brings people closer and reminds them of the joy found in simple pleasures. It is a feeling and a smell, a warmth that blooms in your chest and spreads outwards.

There is a quiet elegance to it, a reminder that even the simplest things can hold beauty. It is not extravagant or showy; it doesn't need to be. Its charm lies in its subtlety, in the way it lingers softly on the edge of your senses, a ghost of sweetness that never truly leaves. The scent of cotton candy is a promise, a fleeting moment of joy that you hold onto. It's the smell of now, of being present and alive, of letting go of everything but the sweetness in the air. It's a reminder to savor the moments, not rush through them.

This is a scent that will make you smile, even if you don't know why. It's light and airy, but it carries weight in the way it tugs at your heartstrings. It embodies the essence of possibility, the enduring wonder and magic that the world has to offer, encapsulated in a single breath. And even after it's gone, it stays with you. You catch yourself searching for it in the air, and that memory of it clings. The scent of cotton candy is more than just a smell; it's a feeling, a memory, a piece of who you are.

The ride soars above, a dazzling kaleidoscope of lights and machinery, promising an adrenaline rush and a feeling of weightlessness. The hum of its engines vibrates in the air around you, mixing with the laughter and shrieks of other riders. Ronin, beside you, smirks. His dark eyes glint with a mix of mischief and challenge, daring you to back out now. His hand grips yours firmly before he steps into the carriage, pulling you along with him.

The metal of the ride is cold against your palm as you grip the safety bar. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation. Ronin settles in beside you, sprawling with the careless ease that only he seems to possess, his leather jacket crinkling as he adjusts. His voice cuts through the din—low, teasing. "Don't tell me you're scared." You roll your eyes, but the playful twist of his lips tells you he's already won.

The carriage lurches forward with a jerky movement that makes your stomach flip, and you grab the bar tighter. Ronin chuckles, the sound rich and low, as if he can feel your tension. "Relax," he says, leaning closer, his voice warm against your ear. "You're with me." His words carry a weight that settles somewhere deep in your chest, soothing and electrifying all at once.

As the ride climbs higher, the carnival below becomes a blur of light and sound, a chaotic world that feels far away. The air grows cooler, sharper, carrying the scent of spun sugar and frying batter. The stars above seem closer now, brighter, as if they're watching, waiting for what comes next. Ronin's hand brushes yours and steadies you.

The ride pauses at its peak, a breathless moment suspended between earth and sky. You glance at Ronin; his face illuminated by the glow of the carnival lights. He looks unbothered, confident, his cocky smirk softened by something almost tender. He catches you staring and raises an eyebrow. "Ready?" he asks, his voice laced with anticipation. You nod, though you're not entirely sure if it's the ride or him that's stealing your breath.

Then comes the drop. Gravity vanishes. You are weightless and untethered. The world rushes past in a blur of neon and shadow, and your stomach lurches in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. Ronin is laughing beside you. His sound is wild and unrestrained and cuts through the chaos. It's infectious, pulling a laugh from your own lips despite the way your pulse pounds in your ears.

The ride twists and spins, throwing you into a dizzying dance of momentum and centrifugal force. The wind tears through your hair, sharp and cold, but the heat of Ronin's presence grounds you. He's gripping the safety bar with one hand, the other outstretched as if daring the world to come closer. His recklessness is maddening and magnetic, and you can't help but admire the way he leans into the chaos, embracing it like an old friend.

You laugh now, uncontrollably, the sound torn from you by the sheer absurdity of it all. The rush, the thrill, the undeniable aliveness of this moment—it's overwhelming in the best way. Ronin turns to you, his grin wide and unguarded, and for a second, the ride, the carnival, the entire world fades away. It's just the two of you, spinning through the night like you own it.

The ride slows, its frenetic energy winding down into a gentler rhythm. Your heart is still racing, your body buzzing with adrenaline. Ronin looks at you, his dark hair wild from the wind, his eyes alight with pride. "Not bad," he says, his voice teasing but warm. You tease him lightly, but the smile on your face betrays you.

As the ride stops, the attendant opens the gate and you step out on shaky legs. Ronin's hand is there immediately, steadying you, his grip firm and reassuring. "See?" he says, his smirk back. "Told you it'd be fun." You roll your eyes, but you don't let go of his hand. It feels right, solid, like an anchor in the chaos.

You and Ronin wander back into the heart of the carnival, the sounds and smells wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. Ronin's arm is over your shoulders, pulling you close as you weave through the crowd. The world feels brighter and sharper. The ride has shaken loose something in you, leaving you lighter and freer than before.

He stops suddenly, tugging you toward a nearby booth where a bored attendant presides over a wall of stuffed animals. "Pick one," he says, his voice casual but with an edge of determination. You raise an eyebrow, and he smirks. "Trust me." He's already reaching for a handful of darts, his confidence as unshakable as ever.

You watch as he aims, the sharp line of his jaw illuminated by the carnival lights. He misses the first throw, swearing under his breath, and you laugh. "Careful," you tease, and he glares at you playfully before focusing on the next dart. When he finally wins, he hands you a lopsided stuffed bear, his smirk softer now, almost shy. "For surviving," he says, and the warmth in his voice melts something in you.

The next ride is waiting for you: a shimmering wheel of neon lights and hypnotic movement. It's the Ferris wheel—a towering, slow-moving giant that contrasts sharply with the chaos of your last thrill. Ronin raises an eyebrow, his smirk flickering in the carnival glow. "Slowing down already?" he teases, his voice playful and challenging. You nudge him towards the entrance, his leather jacket creaking as he shrugs and steps into the cabin.

The attendant closes the door with a metallic clink, and the wheel begins its steady ascent. The cacophony of the carnival below fades into a hush that feels almost sacred. The cabin rocks gently with every movement, the creak of the frame a whisper against the vast expanse of the night sky. Ronin stretches out beside you, his arm resting lazily along the back of the bench, his presence filling the small space in a way that feels both comforting and electric.

As the wheel climbs higher, the carnival shrinks into a miniature landscape of flashing lights and bustling crowds. The air grows cooler, tinged with the faint metallic scent of machinery and the earthy undertone of the night. Ronin exhales softly, his breath visible in the crisp air, and for a moment, he looks peaceful—a stark contrast to his usual cocky bravado. "Not bad," he murmurs, his voice softer now, the edge dulled by the quiet intimacy of the ride.

You lean back against the seat, your shoulder brushing his arm. The lights of the Ferris wheel cast shifting patterns on his face, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He catches you staring and returns your smirk. "Caught you," he says, his voice low and teasing, but there's a flicker of something softer in his eyes, something unguarded.

The cabin reaches its peak, and the world seems to hold its breath. The view stretches out endlessly, a patchwork of glowing carnival rides and shadowed fields beneath a velvet sky studded with stars. You feel as if you are floating, untethered, suspended between earth and sky. Ronin's gaze meets yours, and for once, he's silent, his expression hidden. "It's... impressive, isn't it?" he finally says, his voice almost reverent. "Or are you just pretending to be impressed so I don't feel bad about picking this ride?"

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips. "I'm serious," you stated, nudging him with your elbow. "It's beautiful." His gaze flickered back to you, and for a moment, he just looked at you, as if memorising the way the carnival lights danced across your skin, the way the night seemed to hold its breath around you. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now. "It is."

The Ferris wheel slowed as it reached the top, the world below seeming to pause along with it. The stillness was palpable, the air cool and crisp as it wrapped around you both. Ronin shifted closer, his movement deliberate, and you felt the warmth of his arm brushing against yours.

"Hey," he said, his voice a soft drawl, and you looked back at him. His smirk had faded, replaced by something gentler, more earnest. His hand lifted, his fingers brushing lightly against your jawline, tilting your face toward his. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, unable to find the words to describe the way your heart was pounding in your chest. The lights below blurred into streaks of gold and crimson, the stars above a silent witness as Ronin leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The kiss was soft at first, tentative and careful, like he was testing the waters. His lips were warm, a contrast to the cool night air, and his hand lingered against your jaw, steady and sure. The world tilted as you melted into the moment, forgetting the Ferris wheel.

Then, his other hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture so simple yet so profound that it sent a shiver down your spine. The kiss deepened, his confidence growing as he leaned closer, his presence overwhelming in the best way. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours with a mixture of mischief and vulnerability that made your heart ache in the best way.

"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice low and uncertain, as if the answer mattered more to him than anything else. You nodded, your cheeks warm despite the cool breeze. "More than okay," you whispered, and his smirk returned, softer this time, tinged with quiet pride.

The Ferris wheel began to move again, descending slowly toward the chaos of the carnival below. But in that moment, it didn't matter. The world could spin as fast or as slow as it wanted, and you would still be there, anchored to Ronin's presence and the memory of his kiss lingering like a spark against your lips.

The cabin rocks slightly, jolting you back to the present. Ronin shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours, his hand resting casually on your thigh. It's a simple touch, but it sends a clear message: he exerts a magnetism he carries so effortlessly. "You sure you're okay?" he asks, his tone lightening. His smirk returns, this time to mask the vulnerability of the last moment.

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "Better than okay," you reply, your voice steady despite the warmth spreading through you. He grins, satisfied, and leans back, his fingers drumming softly against your leg. The ride begins its slow descent, the cabin moving with a gentle sway that feels almost hypnotic. The lights below grow brighter, the hum of the carnival grows louder.

As the cabin dips lower, Ronin starts narrating the scene below, his words laced with his usual sarcasm and wit. "Look at that guy," he says, pointing to a vendor struggling with a cart of balloons. "Bet he's regretting life choices right about now." You laugh, the sound ringing out in the quiet cabin, and his grin widens, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that makes your chest ache.

The wheel stops again, leaving your cabin suspended halfway between the ground and the sky. Ronin turns to you, his expression softer now, his teasing replaced by something more sincere. "I'm glad we came," he says, his voice low but steady. The weight of his words hangs in the air, filling the small space with an unspoken promise.

You don't reply, not with words. Instead, you lean into him, your head resting lightly against his shoulder. He doesn't pull away; instead, his arm tightens around you, his fingers brushing against your hair in a way that feels uncharacteristically tender. For a moment, nothing but the sound of your breaths mingling, the quiet hum of the wheel, and the distant laughter of the carnival fills the air.

The ride continues. The cabin sways gently as it descends. The ground feels closer now, the lights and sounds of the carnival growing sharper, more immediate. Ronin shifts beside you, his arm slipping from your shoulders to take your hand. His fingers entwine with yours, his grip firm and steady, a silent reassurance that he's there, always.

When the ride finally stops, the door swings open and the world rushes back in—a cacophony of light and sound that feels almost overwhelming after the quiet intimacy of the ride. Ronin steps out first, his hand still holding yours, guiding you back into the chaos of the carnival. "What's next?" he asks, his smirk firmly in place, his voice laced with that familiar mix of mischief and challenge.

You glance back at the Ferris wheel, its lights spinning lazily against the night sky. The memory of the ride is still vivid, a warmth that settles deep in your chest. Turning back to Ronin, you smile, the answer already forming in your mind. "Anything," you say, your voice steady, your hand still firmly in his. "As long as it's with you."

The merry-go-round is not what you would expect Ronin to choose. Its painted horses, shimmering under the carnival lights, seem far too whimsical, far too tame for someone like him. You glance at him, half-expecting a smirk, a joke about irony, but his expression is unreadable—calm, almost thoughtful. "What?" he says, catching your look. "I can appreciate the classics." His voice is still laced with sarcasm, but there's a new, softer edge to it.

The carousel spins slowly, its music a lilting melody that drifts above the chaos of the carnival. You step onto the platform, the world tilting as the ride begins its lazy rotation. Ronin follows, his hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets as he surveys the painted menagerie. His presence is sharp and dark, out of place here surrounded by the soft hues and gentle lights of the ride, yet he fits – like a shadow cast by something luminous.

He picks a horse near the edge, its golden mane catching the light. "This one's mine," he says, swinging a leg over the saddle with a grace that's almost ridiculous given the setting. You laugh, shaking your head, and choose a horse beside him, its pale blue coat shining under the strings of carnival bulbs. The carved details are worn in places, but there's a charm in its imperfection, a story etched into the wood.

As the ride starts, the horses rise and fall in a rhythm that's both soothing and surreal. The platform spins slowly, the world outside blurring into streaks of light and shadow. Ronin leans back slightly, his hands resting on the brass pole, his posture relaxed. He looks over at you, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Having fun yet?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling.

The carousel's music swells, its notes carrying a strange nostalgia, a sense of something lost and found. You gaze around, taking in the painted scenes on the central column – swirling clouds, galloping horses, a moonlit forest. The artistry is faded, the colours softened by time, but it feels alive, as if the stories it tells are still unfolding. Beside you, Ronin hums along to the tune, his voice low and slightly off-key, and the sound pulls you back to the present.

The horses rise higher, their movements fluid, almost lifelike. You reach out, your fingers brushing the cool metal of the pole, grounding yourself in the gentle rhythm. The lights above flicker softly, casting shadows that dance across Ronin's face. He watches you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before speaking. "It's kind of nice, isn't it?" he says, his tone unusually sincere. You nod, unsure if he's talking about the ride or something else.

The world outside the carousel feels distant, its chaos muted by the steady spin of the ride. The cool night air brushes against your skin, carrying the faint scent of popcorn and caramel. Ronin shifts in his seat, his jacket creaking as he leans forward slightly. "You know," he says, his voice thoughtful, "this isn't as lame as I thought it'd be." His smirk returns, but it's softer now, less biting.

The horses continue their endless cycle, their carved faces frozen in expressions of joy and determination. You reach out and place a hand on Ronin's, your touch light but deliberate. He glances down, his smirk fading into something quieter, something more real. For a moment, the world tilts in a way that has nothing to do with the carousel and everything to do with him.

The music slows, the notes stretching into a gentle diminuendo as the ride begins its descent. The horses lower gradually, their movements smooth and unhurried, as if reluctant to return to stillness. Ronin remains silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the carnival lights bleed into the darkness. His hand is still under yours; warm and steady. You can feel the faint pulse of his heartbeat against your palm.

When the carousel finally stops, the platform jolts, breaking the spell. Ronin stands first, his movements unhurried, and offers you a hand. "Come on," he says, his voice softer than usual. You take his hand, his grip firm and reassuring as he helps you off the ride. The world feels sharper, the lights brighter, the sounds louder, but his presence remains an anchor in the chaos.

You both step off the platform. The wooden boards creak beneath your feet. The carnival stretches out before you, a maze of lights and laughter, but you don't move. Ronin's gaze is fixed intently on the carousel, his expression thoughtful as he memorises every detail. Then he turns to you, his smirk returning, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "What's next?" he asks, his tone casual, but there's a weight to his words that you can't ignore.

You glance back at the carousel, its lights spinning lazily against the night sky. The memory of the ride is still vivid, and it makes you feel warm and happy. Turning back to Ronin, you smile, the answer already forming in your mind. "Let's get some food."

The stuffed bear is soft in your arms, its plush fur catching on the fabric of your shirt as you cradle it closer. Ronin walks beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his stride lazy but purposeful. His dark hair is slightly ruffled from the wind, and the edges of his smirk flicker with the glow of the carnival lights. The air reeks of fried sugar and nostalgia, the sweet tang of cotton candy mixing with the oily warmth of funnel cakes.

"You're really going to carry that thing everywhere, huh?" Ronin teases, his voice low and assertive. He nods towards the bear, its button eyes glossy and endearing. You tighten your grip on it, raising your chin in mock defiance. "You won it for me. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?" you retort, and he lets out a quiet laugh, the sound like gravel under velvet.

The food stands are a blur of colour and motion, their signs promising fried delights and sugary excess. The lights cast halos on the grease-streaked glass counters, and the murmur of carnival-goers blended into a symphony of clinking coins and sizzling oil. Ronin stops in front of a stand with a flickering neon sign advertising funnel cakes, his gaze scanning the menu with exaggerated seriousness.

"Funnel cake?" he asks, his expression unreadable as he glances at you. "Or are you more of a deep-fried Twinkie type?" You roll your eyes and smile, your lips twitching. "Funnel cake," you say, confidently. He raises an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. "Classic. Respectable choice."

The vendor hands him a plate piled high with golden, powdered-sugar-dusted dough, and he passes it to you with a flourish. "My partner first," he says, the sarcasm in his voice softened by the way he watches you, his dark eyes glinting under the carnival lights. You bite into the dough, the sweet, warm pleasure of the sugar and dough melting on your tongue.

Ronin leans casually against the stand, effortlessly stealing a piece from the plate. You swat at his hand, but he dodges easily, his laugh low and unrepentant. "You weren't planning to eat it all," he says, his tone light but his grin mischievous. You shake your head, biting back a smile as he takes another piece, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a spark through your skin.

The stuffed bear is positioned uncomfortably between you and the plate, its stitched smile looking oddly conspiratorial. Ronin eyes it with mock suspicion, as if the bear itself is judging him. "You know," he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping into that teasing drawl that always makes your heart race, "I think that thing likes me better than you."

You snort, holding the bear closer. "Maybe it does. You did win it, after all." He quirks an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something almost genuine. "Damn right, I did." The carnival lights catch in his eyes, turning their dark depths into pools of amber and gold, and for a moment, you're caught in the warmth of his gaze.

The air grows cooler as the night deepens, the crowd thinning slightly but losing none of its energy. Ronin gestures towards another stand, one selling caramel apples and oversized pretzels. "Round two?" he asks, tilting his head in a way that's both a challenge and an invitation. You nod, the stuffed bear tucked securely under one arm, and follow him.

The vendor hands over a caramel apple, its glossy surface glinting like molten gold under the lights. Ronin takes a bite first, the crunch loud and satisfying, before holding it out to you. "Your turn," he says, casual but watching you closely. You bite into the caramel apple, the sweetness coating your lips, and he smirks, wiping a stray bit of caramel from your chin with his thumb.

"You're a mess," he says, his voice low and without malice. There's just quiet affection in it, and it makes your chest ache. You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you, and he chuckles softly, the sound enveloping you like a warm blanket.

You and Ronin walk away from the food stalls, the bear still clutched tightly in your arms. Ronin finishes the apple with exaggerated relish, tossing the stick into a nearby trash can with a dramatic flick of his wrist. "Fuck yeah," he mutters, grinning when you shake your head.

The carnival spreads out before you, a kaleidoscope of light and sound, and for a moment, the world feels infinite. Ronin walks beside you, his presence grounding yet electric, the stuffed bear a comforting weight in your arms. The night air carries the faint scent of fireworks, a promise of something spectacular yet to come.

Ronin glances at you, his expression softer now, the teasing edge gone. "You having fun?" he asks, his voice quieter, more genuine. You nod, your smile easy and unguarded. "Yeah," you say, the word simple but heavy with meaning.

He reaches out, his hand brushing yours before he takes hold. His fingers are warm, calloused but gentle, and the touch sends a thrill through you. "Good," he says, his smirk returning, but it's softer now, tinged with something deeper.

You and he find a bench near the edge of the carnival. The lights and sounds provide a comforting backdrop as you sit together. The stuffed bear is placed on your lap, its stitched smile a quiet witness to the moment. Ronin leans back, his arm casually draped over the back of the bench, his gaze fixed on the stars, barely visible beyond the carnival glow.

"Thanks for coming with me," you say, your voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd. He glances at you, his smirk fading into a small, genuine smile. "I wouldn't miss it," he says simply, his tone steady, his words carrying a weight that makes your heart swell.

The carnival buzzes around you, a symphony of life and light, but in this moment, it's just the two of you. Ronin's hand finds yours again, his grip firm and reassuring. The stuffed bear sits between you, its plush presence a reminder of the night's fleeting magic. Together, you sit in the carnival's glow, the world spinning on around you, and for once, everything feels exactly as it should.

The night is heavy with the scent of nostalgia and carnival sweetness as you, Ronin, and the stuffed bear make your way back to the car. The lights of the carnival flicker behind you like fading stars, their chaotic brilliance dimming with each step you take away from them. You clutch the bear tightly, its soft body reassuringly warm and familiar after a night spent in the thrill of the fair.

Ronin's hand brushes against yours, his fingers lacing through yours in that quiet, steady way that speaks volumes. He doesn't say anything at first—he doesn't need to. The silence between you is comfortable, the kind that settles in after hours of shared laughter, teasing, and the kind of connection that feels like it's always been there, even when it hasn't.

You slide into the passenger seat of the car, the leather creaking beneath you. Ronin follows, settling into the driver's seat with ease. A slight, contented smile lingers on his lips. He turns the key in the ignition. The engine starts with a soft hum, and the dashboard lights cast his face in shadows. His eyes flick to you for a brief moment, and the softness there makes your heart ache in the best way.

"You good, darlin?" he asks, his voice smooth and confident. His hand rests casually on the wheel, the other shifting the car into gear. You nod, your eyes following the rhythm of his hands as they move, the way he operates the car with a quiet confidence.

"Yeah," you say, your voice steady but tired. "Just relaxed." The word feels right, like it wraps itself around you, embracing you in the afterglow of a day well-spent. The carnival may fade in the rearview mirror, but the memory of it lingers in your chest like the warm pulse of an unforgettable night.

Ronin shifts in his seat, his hand still holding yours as he steers the car out of the lot, the headlights cutting through the quiet streets. His fingers squeeze yours gently, and you glance over at him, catching the way his eyes are soft, the flicker of contentment in his gaze. "Good," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. "I'm glad you had fun."

The journey back is quiet but not uncomfortable. The streets blur past, the city's lights casting fleeting reflections across the windows. Lean your head against the cool glass and let the steady car movements lull you into a state of calm. The stuffed bear, still clutched in your arms, feels oddly like a piece of the night, a tangible reminder of the joy, the laughter, and the closeness you've shared.

The car pulls into the driveway and Ronin parks with ease. He turns off the engine. For a moment, the world outside is reduced to the quiet hum of the night, the stars overhead and the soft rustling of the trees in the breeze.

You climb out of the car, the exhaustion of the day settling into your bones like a comfortable weight. Ronin is already by your side, his arm wrapping around you as you walk toward the house. The bear, heavy and plush in your arms, is a constant reminder of the day's simple pleasures and the presence of someone who truly understands you.

The interior of the house is warm and quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the carnival outside. You set the bear down on the couch. Its big eyes stare up at you as you turn to face Ronin. He gazes at you tenderly, his expression unreadable. The tension from the day slips away as you stand there together in the living room, the weight of the night behind you and the promise of tomorrow ahead.

"I'm glad we did this," Ronin says, his voice low and measured, his words barely a whisper against the quiet hum of the house. You look at him, your heart beating faster as his gaze meets yours. He steps closer, closing the distance between you in that slow, deliberate way that makes everything feel like it's happening in slow motion.

"Me too," you reply, your voice firm. A promise that you'll always have days like this—days filled with laughter, teasing, and the comfort of knowing someone is there beside you, just as you are.

The night stretches out, the quiet of the house settling around you both like a blanket. You and Ronin share one final look, your eyes meeting in that unspoken understanding. For a moment, it feels like the world outside has disappeared entirely, leaving just the two of you, the bear, and the simple, perfect peace of being together.

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Second Chances - Part Sixteen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 3,909 Tags/Warnings: None, just SO. MUCH. FLUFF! (Check for cavities at this point!) A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Note: I've several of you comment this, so here's official statement: I am likely to never end this story at this rate! I'm loving Beau and his relationship with Y/N! So until I'm burnt out on Beau or run out of ideas... consider this story ongoing! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Sixteen: The Big Sissy

Planning a wedding was no small feat, but Y/N was thriving in it.

She had meticulously thought through every detail—the venue, the flowers, the food, the vibe. She wanted something simple yet breathtaking, a celebration that felt intimate but still lively, filled with love and laughter.

The ceremony would take place outdoors, in a sprawling field of wildflowers with a perfect view of the Montana sky. Wooden picnic tables would be set for the reception, fairy lights strung through the surrounding trees, creating a warm, dreamy glow by the time the sun set. It would be perfect.

Beau had, of course, kept his input minimal—his only firm requests were that he could wear his Texan tuxedo, Eliza got to be the flower girl, Caleb to be the ring bearer and they served damn good food. Beyond that? He just wanted to marry her.

Which, honestly, was enough to make her melt on the spot every time he said it.

She had just settled at the kitchen table, poring over seating arrangements, when Beau’s phone rang. She glanced up from her notes as he pulled it from his pocket, checking the screen.

A slow smile spread across his face.

“Well, look who finally remembered she has a father,” he teased as he answered.

Y/N arched a brow as he put the call on speaker.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Dad,” Emily shot back. Her voice was warm, teasing, but it made something tighten in Y/N’s chest—she had heard so much about Emily but hadn’t actually met her yet.

Beau chuckled, leaning against the counter. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

Emily hesitated for a second before exhaling. “I was calling because… I was wondering if I could come visit before the wedding. Like, a little trip. Meet Y/N, the kids, spend some time with you before the whole big event.”

Y/N’s heart soared.

Beau grinned. “You better be visitin’ before the wedding, Em. Damn near thought you weren’t gonna make time for your old man.”

Emily snorted. “Dad, please. I’m making plenty of time for you.”

Beau smirked. “Oh yeah? I don’t know, sweetheart. You’ve been all about that college life lately.”

Y/N laughed softly, and before she could stop herself, she said, “Emily, I love this idea.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, then—

“Is that Y/N?” Emily asked, her voice lighter.

Beau smirked. “Sure is.”

“Emily,” Y/N said warmly, leaning toward the phone, “I would love for you to stay with us while you’re here. If you’re comfortable with that, of course.”

There was another beat of silence before Emily answered, “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

Y/N scoffed. “Not at all! I mean, if you’re coming to meet me and your siblings, you might as well stay with us.”

Beau watched Y/N with pure adoration, warmth flooding his chest. He had always known she wanted Emily to be part of their family, but hearing it? Seeing the way she immediately embraced the idea?

It made him fall even harder for her.

Emily, on the other end, exhaled in relief. “That actually sounds really nice.”

Y/N grinned. “Perfect. I’ll make up the guest room for you.”

Beau smirked, nudging Y/N playfully. “Careful, Em. She’s gonna spoil you.”

Emily laughed. “I think I’m okay with that.”

Beau chuckled before softening his tone. “It’ll be good to see you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Emily murmured. “I miss you, Dad.”

Y/N felt her heart clench at the emotion in her voice.

Beau’s throat bobbed slightly as he exhaled. “Miss you too, Em.”

Y/N reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Emily cleared her throat, shifting the energy slightly. “Okay, so I’ll book my flight for next week. That work for you guys?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart,” Beau added.

“Great,” Emily said, and Y/N could hear the smile in her voice. “Alright, I’ll text you my flight info when I book it. Love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, Em,” Beau said softly before the call ended.

The second he set the phone down, Y/N turned to him with a beaming smile.

“Beau,” she breathed. “I’m so excited to meet her.”

Beau chuckled, tugging her into his arms. “Darlin’, I know. She’s gonna love you.”

Y/N pressed her face into his chest, letting the warmth of the moment settle between them.

Their family was growing, blending in a way that felt so natural. And as much as Y/N had looked forward to their wedding day, she was just as excited for the days before it—where Emily would finally step into their home, get to know them, and truly see that she had a place with them.

Beau kissed the top of Y/N’s head, murmuring, “Damn good idea puttin’ her on speaker, huh?”

Y/N laughed. “Best decision you’ve made all day, Sheriff.”

And as they swayed gently in the kitchen, excitement buzzing between them, Beau knew—this was exactly how it was meant to be.

The airport was buzzing with activity, travelers moving in every direction, rolling suitcases, greeting family members, and making their way toward the exit.

Beau stood near baggage claim, hands tucked into his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels. Y/N stood beside him, her excitement barely contained as she scanned the crowd.

And then—

“There she is,” Beau murmured, spotting Emily making her way toward them.

Y/N turned just as Emily spotted Beau, her face lighting up. “Dad!”

Beau grinned, arms already outstretched as Emily reached him, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Hey there, Em,” he murmured. “Missed you, kid.”

Emily squeezed him back. “Missed you too.”

After a moment, she pulled back, turning toward Y/N, a slightly nervous but excited smile on her face. “And you must be Y/N.”

Y/N stepped forward, grinning. “Guilty.”

Emily let out a small laugh before they both stepped into a warm hug, and Beau watched with pure joy as the two most important women in his life finally met.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Y/N said sincerely.

Emily smiled, stepping back. “Me too.” She glanced between them, her expression playful. “Hope you guys are ready for me.”

Beau chuckled, throwing an arm around both of them. “Darlin’, we’ve been ready.”

And as they left the airport, heading back home, Beau felt a sense of wholeness settle in his chest.

This was his family.

And it was perfect.

The truck rumbled steadily down the open Montana road, golden sunlight casting long shadows across the rolling fields. The scent of pine and summer air drifted through the slightly cracked windows, the radio playing softly in the background.

Beau sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on Y/N’s knee. She sat beside him, scrolling through wedding notes on her phone, while Emily sat in the back, stretching out after her flight, looking out at the sprawling Montana landscape.

“So,” Emily said, breaking the comfortable silence, “where are my adorable new siblings?”

Y/N turned in her seat, smiling. “With my mom, Margaret.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Your mom’s in town?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N said, nodding. “With the wedding just two weeks away, I definitely needed the extra help, and grandma was more than happy to come spoil her grandbabies rotten.”

Beau chuckled. “That’s puttin’ it lightly.”

Emily smirked. “So, she’s one of those grandmas?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Y/N said with a laugh. “She got here three days ago, and the second she stepped through the door, she had Eliza in one arm and Caleb in the other, declaring she was never leaving.”

Emily grinned. “So, full grandma mode?”

Beau shook his head in amusement. “Full grandma takeover.”

Emily chuckled, shifting forward slightly to lean her arms on the back of their seats. “Sounds like the perfect gig.”

“I tried warnin’ her,” Beau added, shaking his head. “Told her she’d never get Caleb back once Margaret had him. Kid’s livin’ the high life—constant cuddles, being rocked to sleep, and I swear I caught my future mother-in-law whispering, ‘You can do no wrong’ to him.”

Emily let out a laugh. “Sounds about right.”

“And Eliza?” Y/N added, turning to glance at her. “She’s thriving under all the extra attention. She’s been showing my mom everything. Her favorite toys, her hiding spots, and—oh—she’s convinced she’s the bride.”

Emily snorted. “That tracks.”

“Oh, it definitely tracks,” Beau muttered, shaking his head. “I’m just hopin’ she doesn’t try to take over the ceremony.”

Emily smiled, glancing between them before exhaling slowly. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

Y/N beamed. “They can’t wait to meet you either.”

Emily hesitated for a second before murmuring, “I hope they like me.”

Beau caught the flicker of uncertainty in her voice and immediately reached over to squeeze her hand, keeping his eyes on the road. “Sweetheart, they’re gonna love you.”

Y/N nodded, warmth in her voice. “Eliza’s been calling you ‘Big Sissy’ since we told her you were coming.”

Emily blinked, visibly touched. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N assured her. “She’s claimed you already.”

Emily swallowed, nodding slowly. “That’s… really sweet.”

Beau smirked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Told ya you didn’t have to worry.”

Emily rolled her eyes but smiled. “Alright, alright.”

Y/N reached back, squeezing Emily’s hand gently. “You’re family, Em. And they already love you.”

Emily let out a small laugh, but Beau could feel the tension in her shoulders ease.

For the rest of the drive, they talked about the wedding—the plans, the chaos, the excitement. Emily wanted to know every detail, and Y/N happily filled her in.

By the time they pulled up to the house, the porch lights were glowing softly, the windows warmly lit inside.

Beau grinned as he parked the truck. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

Emily exhaled slowly, a smile tugging at her lips as she took in the sight.

Yeah.

This did feel like home.

The second Beau opened the front door, warm light spilled out into the night, welcoming them home. The house smelled like something sweet—Margaret must have been baking—and the distant sound of tiny giggles echoed through the living room.

Emily stepped inside, taking it all in. The cozy warmth, the scattered evidence of children—tiny shoes near the door, a stuffed animal abandoned on the stairs, and the soft lull of a baby’s coo.

And then—

A blur of curls and energy came bounding toward them.

“Bo-Bo!” Eliza shrieked, her tiny feet pattering against the floor as she launched herself toward Beau.

Beau laughed, bending down to scoop her up effortlessly. “Hey there, wolf-child,” he murmured, kissing her curls. “Miss me?”

Eliza nodded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck before spotting the new person standing beside him. Her wide, bright eyes blinked curiously at Emily, taking her in with the serious expression only a toddler could manage.

Emily smiled, crouching to Eliza’s level. “Hey there,” she said gently. “You must be Eliza.”

Eliza squinted, as if assessing, then turned to Beau. “Who dis?” she asked, pointing a tiny finger at Emily.

Beau chuckled. “This is Emily, baby girl. Remember? Your big sissy?”

At that, Eliza’s whole face lit up.

“Big sissy?” she echoed, turning back to Emily, her previous caution gone in an instant. Without hesitation, she threw herself at Emily, wrapping her little arms around her neck.

Emily barely had time to react before she was enveloped in an enthusiastic toddler hug. A breathless laugh escaped her as she caught Eliza, hugging her back. “Wow, okay—hi!”

Eliza giggled, patting Emily’s shoulder like she was approving of her. “Mine,” she declared proudly.

Beau snorted. “Told ya. She’s already claimed you.”

Emily pulled back slightly, grinning at Eliza. “Well, I guess that makes you my little sister, huh?”

Eliza nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh!” Then, without missing a beat, she turned toward the living room, cupping her hands over her mouth and shouting, “BABY! BIG SISSY HERE!”

Margaret appeared from the hallway, laughing softly as she cradled Caleb against her chest. “Alright, alright, Eliza. No need to yell in the baby’s ear.”

Emily’s eyes widened slightly as she stood, watching as Margaret walked toward them with Caleb in her arms. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “He’s so tiny.”

Margaret smiled. “He’s got a little more weight on him now, but he’s still Mama’s little boy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she cooed, kissing Caleb’s soft head.

Y/N stepped in then, smiling as she gently took Caleb from Margaret’s arms. “Emily, would you like to hold him?”

Emily’s breath caught slightly. “Really?”

Y/N chuckled. “Of course. He’s your little brother.”

Emily hesitated, nodding slowly before holding out her arms. Y/N carefully transferred Caleb to her, and the second his tiny body settled against her, Emily felt her heart squeeze.

He was so small.

His tiny fingers curled slightly against her arm, his breaths soft and steady. “Wow,” Emily murmured, her voice full of awe. “He’s… perfect.”

Beau wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, watching the scene unfold, warmth spreading through his chest.

“Told ya,” he murmured.

Emily smiled, brushing her finger lightly against Caleb’s soft cheek. “Hey there, little guy,” she whispered. “I’m your big sister.”

Caleb stirred slightly, his tiny face scrunching up before settling again.

Y/N exhaled softly. “I think he likes you.”

Emily grinned. “I think I like him.”

Eliza tugged at Emily’s shirt then, looking up at her with eager eyes. “You stay?”

Emily glanced at Beau, then at Y/N, then back down at Eliza.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling warmly. “I’m staying.”

Eliza let out an excited squeal, hugging Emily’s leg before scampering off to find one of her stuffed animals.

Margaret chuckled. “Well, I think that went well.”

Beau grinned, pulling Y/N closer. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, it really did.”

And as Emily continued to cradle her little brother, Beau felt something settle deep in his bones.

His family was finally whole.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The night had settled over the ranch in a blanket of quiet, the sky a vast stretch of deep blue, stars scattered across it like flecks of silver. The house behind them was still alive with warmth—Y/N and Margaret tidying up in the kitchen, Eliza and Caleb fast asleep, their soft little breaths filling their rooms.

But outside, Emily sat alone on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth, arms folded against the slight chill of the evening.

Beau stepped out onto the porch, his boots scuffing against the wooden boards as he took in the sight of his daughter—his grown daughter—lost in thought, her face unreadable.

He knew that look.

Without a word, he moved toward the swing, settling beside her. The old chains creaked slightly under their combined weight, the rhythm of the swing steady, slow. For a few moments, neither of them spoke, just sitting side by side, staring out at the moonlit landscape.

Finally, Beau broke the silence.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Emily exhaled, shaking her head slightly, not in disagreement, but as if she didn’t quite know how to put it into words. “Yeah. I mean… yes. It’s just…” She sighed, looking down at her hands. “It’s a lot.”

Beau frowned slightly, turning toward her. “A lot?”

She nodded. “The love. The warmth. The way everyone just is together.” She gestured vaguely toward the house. “It’s so natural. So… effortless.”

Beau studied her, his chest tightening. “And that feels overwhelming?”

Emily let out a small, breathy laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah. But not in a bad way. Just in a way I wasn’t expecting.” She paused, then said quietly, “I didn’t realize what was missing when I was growing up.”

Beau sucked in a slow breath, guilt creeping in, curling around his ribs.

“Em…”

She heard the weight in his voice and turned to face him, shaking her head before he could go any further. “No,” she said firmly, reading him like a book. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”

Beau clenched his jaw, glancing away. “I should. Because I feel like I failed you.”

Emily frowned. “You didn’t fail me, Dad.”

Beau exhaled, running a hand over his face. “I tried to be a good father, Em. I loved you with everything I had, but your mama and I… we just couldn’t make it work. And now, sittin’ here, hearin’ you say this, I—” He shook his head. “I hate the idea that I didn’t give you enough.”

Emily swallowed, her eyes softening. “You did love me,” she said. “I never doubted that. Not for a second.” She hesitated before continuing, “But seeing you now… seeing this—you, Y/N, the kids, the way everything just flows—it made me understand something.”

Beau turned, waiting.

Emily inhaled deeply, her voice quiet but steady. “I get why things didn’t work between you and Mom.”

Beau’s breath caught slightly.

Emily gave him a small, knowing smile. “You and Y/N… you fit together. You love each other in a way that’s easy. Not that it doesn’t take work, but it’s… real. It’s not forced. It’s not you carrying everything alone, shutting the other person out.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I never realized how much that was missing between you and Mom until now.”

Beau stared at her, his throat tight. “You don’t resent me for that?”

Emily shook her head. “No. I used to wonder why you two couldn’t figure it out. Why love wasn’t enough. But now? I get it. Because this?” She gestured back toward the house. “This is love. What you have now… it’s what you were meant to have all along.”

Beau felt something inside him crack wide open, something that had been sitting there for years, weighing him down.

And now, looking at Emily—his smart, strong, incredibly wise daughter—he realized she wasn’t just saying it to comfort him. She meant it.

He let out a shaky breath, then reached over, gripping her hand. “You know I love you, right?” His voice was rough, full of emotion. “No matter what, no matter where you go or what you do—you’ll always be my girl.”

Emily’s lips trembled slightly before she nodded. “I know, Dad.” She squeezed his hand. “And I love you too.”

Beau exhaled, his grip tightening. “I’m real damn proud of you, Em. For who you are, for who you’re becoming.”

Emily blinked rapidly, then huffed out a breathy laugh, nudging him lightly. “Okay, stop before you make me cry.”

Beau chuckled, releasing her hand and leaning back, draping his arm across the back of the swing. “Can’t help it.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the night air cool against their skin, the quiet hum of crickets filling the space between them.

Finally, Emily sighed contentedly. “You think Y/N will let me steal Eliza for the whole day tomorrow?”

Beau snorted. “You might have to pry her outta grandma’s arms first.”

Emily grinned. “Challenge accepted.”

Beau smirked, then reached over, ruffling her hair like he used to when she was little.

“Dad,” she groaned, swatting his hand away, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.

“Sorry, sorry,” he teased, putting his hands up in surrender.

Emily shook her head but leaned into his side, resting her head against his shoulder just like she had when she was a kid.

And Beau sat there, holding his daughter close, knowing deep in his soul—

Everything was exactly as it should be.

The house was finally quiet.

Eliza and Caleb were sound asleep, Margaret had turned in for the night, and Emily had gone to her room after what Beau could only describe as a perfect day.

Now, as Beau stepped into the bedroom, tugging off his shirt, he let out a slow, tired sigh.

Y/N was already in bed, sitting up against the pillows, wearing one of his old T-shirts. She watched him as he crossed the room, something knowing in her gaze.

“Long day?” she asked softly.

Beau chuckled, tossing his shirt into the hamper. “Hell of a day.”

He crawled into bed beside her, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her into his side. Y/N let out a small, contented sigh, her fingers lightly tracing over his bare chest.

They lay there in silence for a moment before Y/N murmured, “You talked to Emily tonight, didn’t you?”

Beau glanced down at her, his brows raising slightly. “That obvious?”

Y/N tilted her head up, smiling. “You’ve got that look.”

Beau exhaled, running a hand over his face. “Yeah. I found her outside on the porch. She was… overwhelmed, I think.”

Y/N frowned slightly, shifting closer. “Overwhelmed how?”

“Not in a bad way,” Beau assured her, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “Just… the love, the warmth. The way everything flows here.” He let out a slow breath. “She told me she didn’t realize what was missing when she was growing up.”

Y/N’s lips pressed together, her fingers stilling on his chest. “That must’ve been hard for her to admit.”

Beau nodded. “Yeah. And it hit me hard. Made me feel like I failed her somehow.”

Y/N sat up slightly, resting a hand on his cheek. “Beau,” she said gently, her voice full of reassurance, “you did not fail Emily.”

Beau sighed, leaning into her touch. “She stopped me before I could even apologize. Said she understood now.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed. “Understood what?”

Beau met her gaze. “Why Carla and I didn’t work.”

Y/N’s lips parted slightly.

“She told me that seeing us—seeing how we are, how easy it is—made her realize how much was missing between me and Carla.” His voice was soft, almost raw. “She gets it now. Not just in her head, but in her heart.”

Y/N exhaled slowly, her fingers gently stroking his jaw. “That’s… huge, Beau.”

He nodded, a small, almost disbelieving smile playing on his lips. “It really is.” He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “She also said she was stealing Eliza for the whole day tomorrow.”

Y/N chuckled, rolling onto her side so she could face him properly. “Oh, she thinks she’s stealing her? Eliza is going to be attached to her hip.”

Beau smirked. “I told her she’d have to pry Eliza outta grandma’s arms first.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Mom does have a firm grip on those grandbabies.”

“Oh, Emily loved the challenge,” Beau muttered, smirking. “Said she was ready.”

Y/N giggled, nuzzling into his chest. “I love that they’re bonding already.”

Beau wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin atop her head. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.”

For a while, they just lay there, wrapped up in warmth, in home.

Then Y/N smirked. “So… should I be worried?”

Beau raised an eyebrow. “About?”

“Emily and Eliza against us,” Y/N teased. “That’s dangerous territory.”

Beau let out a deep laugh, rolling onto his back, dragging her half on top of him. “Oh, we’re doomed.”

Y/N giggled, resting her chin on his chest. “At least we have Caleb on our side—for now.”

Beau smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “For now.”

Y/N sighed happily, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I love you, Mr. Arlen.”

Beau exhaled, contentment filling every part of him. “I love you more, Mrs. Arlen.”

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and love, Beau knew—this was the life he had always wanted.

And it was damn good.

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I was wondering if you can do a Levi x Reader where it's a calm romantic setting? fluff pls! (i'm new to your account) also it's post war Levi! after the war please, and give him his tea shop he's always wanted thank you :')

A/N: I really like this one it seems more romantic than the other ones I've made. i really enjoyed making this one. it made me appreciate life for a second. please requests more everybody, I love writing your guy's ideas. there you go new reader, enjoy 💗

Summary: You and Levi have always loved each other. Deeply. Now that the war is over and Titans no longer roam the Earth everyone is at peace. But not fully... Which one of you will confess their feelings first?

WARNINGS ⚠️: none

Romance++++++, Fluff+++++++

(y/n): your name

I also suggest going on Spotify and searching up the playlist, "liminal" for this story. its perfect for this one.

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The sky was filled with many colors all blending together perfectly making it look like art. Orange, pink, some red. Pink clouds all gathered, floating absentmindedly in the calm sky. The sun, making its way to hide behind a mountain, still outshined all the lights that were on in random homes.

Sometimes it was a question if humans lived in that reality. The now, peaceful reality. No Titans to be seen. One could finally live their life in a calmful manner. It felt almost unrealistic.

The streets were empty, making the scenery look even more beautiful without people passing through every second.

The cool breeze grazed Levi’s cheek and made his bangs swing. He stared at the sunset dying down with a cup of tea in his hand. It looked like he was stuck in a gaze the way he was staring out into the sun. His eye looked glassy, the sky’s rich deep colored beauty reflecting in his eye. He held his cup of tea up to his lips and drank some of his warm tea. When he lowered the cup, a small sigh escaped his lips.

Having to fight for everything he had currently, the simple word appreciation was not suitable for what he felt. He was glad to finally be relieved from Titans.

He could almost see his fallen comrades joining the sunset, smiling at him and nodding in respect. His heart suddenly felt heavy.

‘I will always remember each and every one of you.’

His eyes turned soft and he stared as they all waved a final goodbye and joined the sun, hiding behind the mountain fully.

Levi couldn't bring himself to look away, as the darkness seemed to take over the once colorful sky. He felt something sit on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance as he looked to the side to see (Y/n) and her hand on his shoulder.

Her..

His soft look in his eye stayed still.

“That was truly beautiful wasn't it..” She breathed out, also starring where the sun used to be.

He looked back, seeing tiny little dots in the dark soothing sky. Their dim brightness replacing the sun's warmth.

“It still is.” Levi spoke. The corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly. A small smile on her calm features. The breeze brushing her smooth skin. Her hair moved side to side as the wind pushed it softly.

“Yeah… it still is.” She breathed out quietly.

They stayed still for a long moment just admiring the sky. Both lost in their own thoughts.

She was his everything.

(Y/n) (L/n). She served in the Survey Corps with him, and they didn't become friends right away but as time went on the friendship began slowly. Slowly, and slowly as time passed Levi started to think she was actually quite.. beautiful.

When the war started, Levi lost all of his closest friends. Except one. Her. She survived but the war seemed to haunt her in a way also. He now owns a tea shop. A popular one to be exact. She didn't work there but she still helped him clean up the shop every night.

Levi stared down at the ground now.

He was at true peace with his life.

But the only selfish thing he wished for was to be her's.His love for her had grown over the years, something that was not expected from him.

He didn't even know he was in love with her at first, until Hange pointed it out. Levi sometimes thought, ‘what if Hange survived the war?’ …. Where would she sit with her life? He knows if she were still alive he’d continue to go to Hange for advice on (Y/n).

He took a deep breath in. Cold air traveling to his lungs.

“Let's go inside Levi. It's going to get cold,” A quiet voice spoke behind him.

He didn't respond, only nodded.

He grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and started pushing them forward. (Y/n) tore her eyes away from the sky as she walked inside the shop.

“Every table and counter is wiped down, the floors are swept and mopped, and the dishes are all clean.” She walked to her jacket she left on the counter.

“I..” Levi stared at the especially clean floors.

“I didn't ask you to do that (Y/n) and you know it.” It slightly irritated him that she always cleaned the shop at night. It's his shop, he should be the one doing the hard work.

She put on her jacket and stared at him.

He was simply… gorgeous. His war scars.. were something traumatic but beautiful. His blind eye was nothing to be ashamed of.. because she saw it as beauty he had to him. His bangs he had since his younger years framed his upper face and cheekbones made him stand out handsomely.

(Y/n) smiled softly at Levi. “I know.”

Her tired whisper made Levi look at her.

“Then why do you still clean? You come back everyday to just clean the shop at night. Why?” She shrugged half heartedly, and continued smiling tiredly at him.

“I like being near you,” Levi’s eye looked slightly more awake now. They both stared at each other. (Y/n) staring at Levi full of admiration and.. love. Levi staring at (Y/n) with shock.

“.. Why?” His voice went quiet. In the silence, repetitive small thumps were heard. Perhaps.. his heart.

“Because..” She started. Her eyes having a shadow in them yet some sort of light was twinkling in there.

“Your Levi Ackerman. I'll always want to be near you.” Levi felt warmth fill him. His gaze traveled to the ground.

“I'm Levi Ackerman. The exact reason why anyone should not want to be near me.” She stood still for the shortest second.

Then she walked up to him. (Y/n) crouched down and tilted her head slightly to meet with his pretty eye.

“That's not true. And you know it..” She wanted to reassure him. He knew but it felt like he was doubting himself once again. He just.. He could never forgive himself for letting his comrades die. Levi’s eye looked elsewhere after it met with hers.

“You have to stop pushing me away, Levi. I always stick with you, you know that.” She set her hand onto Levi’s. Heat crawled up onto Levi’s neck and the warm flow of blood rush filled his cheeks.

“I know.. and I hate it.” Her eyebrows scrunched up slightly in confusion and a little bit of hurt. Levi noticed this and continued to speak.

“It's hard to understand why you want to spend your life like this. Putting up with me and cleaning up after me and my mistakes. You could be traveling all around the world right now. I'm just holding you back.” Her hand slipped under his to hold. Levi looked up at her and then to his hand. He almost flinched as she interlocked their fingers together.

“Stop telling yourself these things. I know I can travel around the world. I know that. Stop acting as if you're a burden, and I ‘have’ to put up with you. Because I don't. Out of everywhere on this Earth I would rather be with you because there's no one like you. I adore and appreciate you Levi, and I’m glad we have each other.” (Y/n)’s cheeks turned a light pink and her warm hand held onto Levi’s with such gentleness.

“(Y/n)..”

“I should get going. It looks like it's about to snow.” (Y/n) stood up and pulled her hand away from Levi’s. Levi’s hand quickly held onto her wrist just as she was about to walk away from him.

“Stay here then. I have a room upstairs.” (Y/n) blinked and felt her cheeks warm up on their own.

“That's okay, you need your rest. I'll be back tomorrow,” She was about to walk away but the grip Levi had on her wrist was firm.

“What if I want you to stay?” Levi turned a light shade of crimson as he tried to speak with a clear voice.

“.. W-What?” (Y/n) gulped nervously, her lips parted and her eyes widened.

“What if I want you to stay with me? (Y/n) I…” Levi looked down as his firm grip slightly faltered. His eye looked up at her. His features had a soft look to them.

‘Here goes nothing..’

“(Y/n). I want you to stay with me because..” He shook his shyness away and looked at her again. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were staring at him, waiting for him to finish what he started. And she held this look of.. love?

Love? Did she love him too?

Levi said nothing more but let go of her wrist, and slid down to the palm of her hand, gently holding it in his. His rough hand held her soft hand up to his lips.

A shy kiss to her knuckle.

It felt like the only thing that could be heard was the pounding of both of their hearts. (Y/n) only watched as Levi interlocked their fingers together again.

“Marry me (Y/n).”

“Levi,” She quietly breathed out.

“Marry me.” He repeated and she couldn't speak. Her flusteredness made her breath halt.

Levi awaited her reply with a flushed face.

She snapped out of it once she realized Levi must’ve been waiting for a couple of minutes. Her heart beating as fast as a rabbits, filled with warmth.

“Yes,” She nodded slowly.

His eyes widened, not actually expecting her to say yes.

“Yes?” He questioned.

“Yes,” She smiled and her shaky hand held tighter onto Levi’s.

He pulled her into a tight hug. She sat on his lap, while he hugged her with all the passion he could manage. Her eyes filled with shiny tears and they rolled down her face as she hiccuped.

“(Y/n).” He pulled away but held onto her still.

“What's wrong?” She shook her head and used the heel of her hand to wipe away her tears. Her cheeks growing warm again, as she smiled.

“I’m just so happy. Ya know?” She hiccuped again and Levi couldn't stop himself as he leaned in and pushed a small kiss to her lips.

The saltiness of her tears mixed in with the sweet taste of her lips. She kissed him back and brought one of her shaky hands to wrap around his neck. He deepened the kiss as he tilted his head.

The happiness flowing through the both of them made them feel at peace.

Love surely was a powerful thing. After being in love for many years and not doing anything about it (Y/n) was finally truly and genuinely happy.Snow fell from the sky outside, and hit against the shops windows which both of them didn't see to notice.Almost all of their friends died in the war. Before the war. The two of them missed them with heavy hearts sometimes but.. they had each other. And now, they will live together in peace, for all of their fallen comrades.

(Y/n) and Levi both were laying on his bed in the room above the shop. The fireplace upstairs heated both of them up as they were under the covers. (Y/n) rested her head on his chest as she stared into the fire blankly with almost hooded eyes. Levi stared at the ceiling as he breathed in softly. His chest would rise and fall every few seconds making (Y/n) calm.

“Can we stay like this forever?..” She whispered, the fire’s brightness reflecting in her eyes. Levi held onto her with a somewhat tight grip.

“No.. I have to open the teashop tomorrow, precious.” Her heart ignited at the nickname but she only began to smile small.

“Well then.. for tonight then? And every night after this?” It was quiet for a moment until he spoke in a quiet voice also.

“It would be hard not too once we’re married.” She closed her eyes.

“You were serious about that?” His eyes felt heavy for the first time in forever.

“How could I not be serious about that?.. I’ve always thought marriage is stupid. But.. I want you to be mine for the rest of my life. My love for you isn't a joke.”

(Y/n) opened her tired, now hooded eyes. Still staring into the fire..

“You can at least take me on a couple of dates before y’know.” He smiled small at her words and quietly chuckled.

“Okay.” She inhaled and softly exhaled.

"Does this mean I'm hired now?" She teased.

"I'll check with the manager tomorrow," Levi responded making both of them laugh quietly.

Then there was a moment of silence. Both of them getting sleepier the longer the seconds passed.

“I love you, Levi.”

Levi continued to stare at the ceiling. Feeling complete with her and her words.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Her eyes shut and the crackling of the fire calmed her to sleep.

“Always..” He shut his eyes too and held her closer.

[diientedegato]

I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what Ben Paul would look like if he was alive years after S1 of TWDG :> I honestly prefer to imagine both him & Kenny going off on their own adventures after S1, because Idk if I'd've had Kenny as part of S2, it felt like when he returned it became less Clem's story & more his. That might be controversial among fans but it's how I feel :s I like to imagine Ben, Kenny & Sarita forming their own little family in fact <3 I'd expect Ben would end up with shaggier hair after a while but I wouldn't mind knowing what he'd look like with short, spiked up hair ;>

IM SORRY BOTH THE ASK AND DRAWING ARE OLD- but I came across the sketch I had eugeugeh. I do not have many headcanons but behind the cut is just a rant about. Kenny mostly. Too much should I warn? But yah I'm sorry it took me like 5 months lol

The only headcanon (regarding Ben's appearance) is that he'd keep his school jacket for as long as possible. Until it thorns apart. Or until he dies.

I'm big fan of Ben lives possibility btw I've gotta draw sum about that sometime (I say, about every twdg character i like,)

And dude, do I agree about Kenny. Man doesn't belong in season 2. The character they made him to be in the second season is not Kenny, it's just a nostalgia element. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, I'm biased as hell, I break that hug choice every time. But it made the character development in the first season just.... pointless. "For some reason, I saved that piece of shit Ben", man, that quote just disappoints me. Kenny lost everything. Father and husband of none no more, which was pretty much the arc of Kenny on the first season?? I think? . Everything he loved and he had he lost, and he killed the person responsible for it. But not as revenge, he killed a kid out of mercy. He saved the boy from suffering a painful death, and that was forgiveness, to the reason he hadn't any. He took a decision he would be fully responsible of, when it was time for him to go. And he was perfect.

Hell, if he had appeared during season 2, I do prefer the Kenny as Carver idea. Clementine wasn't even that close to Kenny in the past, the player was, so even then it feels... off, off to be forced to care about a man that says so much he wants to protect you. (They're not really family, but is as if Kenny tries to protect and have Clem on his side, to have Clem's loyalty through and through. Though he does let her go and is proud of her on her individuality... hm.) But still, I mean, second season Kenny is not first season Kenny, and it isn't even a change that made sense. If he had been antagonist (which pretty much feels like it in the Canon story already), he should have had some other background story, no Sarita or company. Maybe then the cynical view he has would have mattered. The violence and anger and whatever else. For him to change that way was a consequence of him losing what he represented, protection of family? Wasn't failure and grief and acceptance meant to be important after all?

But otherwise yea I think it would've been pretty cool if Ben survived :3 I am a sucker for tales of redemption, forgiveness, and found family. And I hadn't thought about Kenny, Ben, and Sarita, but hell yeah. Man, even if they appeared in the second season, it would've been interesting if the choice wasn't between two individuals, but between two families. Ben already had a relationship with Clem! He appreciated her and calls her his only friend during season 1, he did leave her behind during that scene, -but the point of Ben was that- He was a coward all the season, until when he wasn't. He wanted to help Lee help Clem. They would've had an interesting sibling relationship-? also Ben had a young sister before the apocalypse so ooooh projection and parallels and shi. And if Ben had lived, he would've completed his development to something close to bravery-?

Well, I don't know, at least I think that'd be one interesting way to bring back old characters. Otherwise, Kenny should only be mentioned on dialogue maximum. The way I see it.

(I repeat the same thing over and over when I talk about something I'm sorry

(I've developed no language skills whatsoever in my life

(Yippee

[springismss]

Tested by Time - Chapter 3 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; none

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; it's time to visit the museum and see what you can find with Yami, with the help of someone, you find something unexpected.

a/n; and she returns with the long awaited 3rd chapter, a quick note, you know of the spirit, you’ve just not met him in person yet until now.

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 2

Just as quickly as you had been asked, the next day came around and before you knew it, you were ready and stood outside the museum. Glancing down at the watch on your wrist, you saw you were earlier than you thought, maybe you were more keen than you had let on for this. Looking to the side, you watched as people walked in and out, excited chatter from them filling the air as you leaned against the wall. Your gaze then moves to the banners on either side of the door, taking in their design and the text. You didn't think this would be popular but like yourself, there were plenty of people who loved to learn about a place like Ancient Egypt. Turning your attention back to outside the museum, you caught the tri-coloured hair of the male you were meeting.

Walking down the steps, you walked forward and waved with a bright smile. Soft eyes looked at you before the male waved back, rushing quickly to your side. The action leaves them slightly out of breath, much to your amusement. "Thanks for doing this, (y/n), I know the spirit is excited as well". Letting out a giggle, you nodded and looked over your shoulder at the building. "It's no problem at all, Yugi, really. I've been eager to come here for a while, now I have the perfect reason". Looking back to Yugi, you tilted your head slightly. "Say Yugi, what should I call the spirit?".

Your question had taken both the young boy and the spirit of the puzzle by surprise. No one has ever asked what he should be called. Most people just referred to him as Yugi or the other Yugi, but you wanted to know what he wanted. Pondering, the young boy looked to the floating male at his side, waiting for his answer. After a few minutes of silence, your friend spoke out, giving you the answer, to which you smiled and nodded. "Yami, you can call him Yami".

When the coast was clear, the young boy stepped back before a bright light shone causing you to cover your eyes slightly. When the light dimmed and you glanced back up, you saw a slightly taller male standing there. His gaze was sharper, his eyes more stern and his hair a little bit different in style. Looking him over, you hummed and held your hand for him, offering a bright smile. "I take it you're Yami, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm (y/n) but I guess you already know that". Looking down at your hand, the spirit took a moment to take in what had happened before he looked back up at you. Now that he was using Yugi's body, he could get a good look at you. He could see why Yugi talked about you most of the time. Taking a hold of your hand, he gave it a firm shake and gave back a half smirk. "That's correct. It's nice to meet you too, (y/n)".

Looking down at your hands, something felt right about it. Sure, it was your friend's body being used but when Yami took over, things changed. The hand you held onto felt strong yet familiar at the same time. Deciding now would be a great time to let go, you laughed nervously before motioning behind you. "Let's get in there and see what we can find".

Once inside, surrounded by the exhibition on Ancient Egypt, you sighed in relief as you felt yourself relax. You didn't want to make a bad impression but you were almost certain you had done. Taking a moment to look around, you gauged where everything was, making a mental note of the best displays to look at before turning your gaze to Yami. "Okay, so I think I see some displays that might be a good starting point, but if you see anything let me know and we'll check it out". At hearing your words, Yami nodded and followed you to one of the displays, taking in how you spoke and the way your face lit up when you mentioned anything Egyptian. It was a sight that made him feel at ease. After a few minutes of you both being there, the spirit felt himself being pulled towards something at the back of the room. The footsteps beside you receded while you continued to gaze at the artefact in front of you.

A moment later, you looked to your side ready to ask the spirit's opinion on something, only to be met with a space. Turning around, you scanned the room but caught no sight of him. Sighing, you walked forward and began searching everywhere you could, finding anyone but the person you were looking for. After a good few minutes, you stopped before a door at the back of the room and bent over, letting out a frustrated noise and you wiped the palms of your hands on your legs. You were tasked with one thing, and one thing only yet you couldn't even do that. "Ahh, my Queen, it's nice to see you're finally here". The sound of the voice caught you off guard as you stood up and spun on your heel, coming face to face with the young woman who you'd seen in the papers a few days prior. The one in charge of running the exhibition, Ishizu Ishtar. "I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else~".

The dark-haired woman shook her head with a smile before stepping forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I assure you I don't. I have something useful for you". Taking a step back, she motioned to her side before a male stepped forward, holding something in his hands for you. Looking from the item to the Ishizu, you held a hand out and let it hover over the item. Did you dare touch it, let alone take it? "Please, my Queen. We've been keeping this safe for five thousand years, it should be returned to you". Before you could protest any more, the item was placed in your hands. Looking it over, you felt a sense of familiarity from it. "Now, that door behind you, head on through and you'll find the person you've been looking for down the stairs".

Nodding your head, you turned around and walked through the door, descending the steps until you reached the bottom. For some reason, you trusted her words and her. Like she was someone you once knew. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps, you placed the item in your hands close to your chest before you walked forward, turning your head to either side to see if you could find him. "Yami! Are you down here!?". Up ahead, there was a noise which sounded like an answer to your question. Moving forward, you turned the corner and found the male you were searching for. "Here you are, I was wondering~". You stopped talking when you caught the tablet in front of you. You were almost positive you nearly broke your neck from the quickness of the double take you had done. Standing there in front of you was the person on the tablet, or you thought it was. "Yami?".

The spirit looked at your confused face before looking back at the tablet, you felt how he had when he first saw it. However, he'd had a good amount of time to get used to what he was seeing, taking in what the ancient tablet depicted. The more he looked at it, the more it felt like it was something from his past, that depicted his life before everything he knew was wiped from his memory. "It appears to be some form of ancient duel between the Pharoah and one of his advisors. I admit it's a bit of a shock to see someone who looks like me up there". Casting his gaze on you, he took note of the item you had ahold of. "I see you've found something as well. Anything important?".

Looking in slight confusion, it took you a moment to realise he was talking about the item you'd been given upstairs. Moving it from your chest, you placed a hand on top of it and nodded. "I hope so, it's a book of some kind but I'm not entirely sure what yet but fingers crossed it's something good". You turned your attention back to the tablet and noticed a section faded like it had been purposely damaged so it couldn't be read. "Say, you think this was important? Looks like something's been worn away on purpose". Raising your hand, you placed it on the glass in front of you as you took a step closer, there was nothing on this tablet aside from an image that screamed out to the both of you. That left the book in your possession, there had to be something in it and there was only one way to find out.

[toji-fushiguro-is-broke]

Getting married to Toji:

Getting Married to Toji

Choosing the wedding Venue and Decorations with Toji is a hard thing to do.

You know for a fact that this man is color blind and doesn't like anything fancy.

You knew that, when you said yes to his proposal. So the person helping you decorate your wedding is your two kids.

Especially Tsumiki, since she's the only one who can understand you.

Toji didn't like the fact that you two had to be separated so it won't 'Jinx' the wedding.

He was kinda excited about seeing you in a wedding dress.

"Fuck those shit, I wanna see ya." Toji said as he was waiting in another waiting room while you try out dresses.

"Toji..." You sighed.

"Alright, make it fast I want this to end. I didn't know there were some kinds of fucking rituals to do before marriage." Toji grumbled as he faces the wall.

He watched the television while he waited for you to choose your dress and Tsumiki's dress.

He thought to himself, 'I'm gonna fucking kill who ever made this, no see the bride before wedding shit.'

When it was time for choosing their tuxedo you had to go to different shops, because none of their tuxedos can fit Toji, so his had to be custom made.

Toji had to endure days and hours just to choose a tuxedo.

"Fuck, Can't I just a shirt and pants to the wedding?" He complained.

"No." Tsumiki and Megumi both said

When Toji got married to Megumi's mom. He did it at the court, so it went fast as you can think of.

He knew, You, Tsumiki and Megumi would be happy so he can endure it, It's the least he can do.

On the wedding day, he hated the long wait, he didn't even see you the entire day.

Not only was he irritated, he was also a bit anxious on how this will go out.

"Fuck" He mutters as he punches the wall.

"Calm down Dad." Megumi said as he was sitting on a chair scrolling in his phone.

"How much longer?" Toji asks

Megumi looks at the clock and stands up.

"Now, let's go to the altar." He says as he opens the door for his Dad to go out.

Toji walks out and goes to stay at the altar.

'Once this shit ends I'm killing the man who made this tradition.' He thought as he saw the door opens.

As every groomsmen and bridesmaid comes in through those doors.

Tsumiki was walking with a beautiful dress accomapanied by a friend.

And for some reason Gojo was a flower girl throwing roses especially at Nanami.

And the very last, You.

You were slowly walking down the isle with your father in tears.

It felt like, the wait was worth it, everything was perfect. You were perfect. He watched as you were walking.

He wanted to pick you up and just bring you home.

He smiled as you walked to him, as the priest started to speak.

You spoke first on your speech, it made Toji melt, chest filled with happiness, sadness and content with you.

And when it was his next, he didn't know what to say.

"Y/N, for as long as I've existed. I never thought I'd ever find someone like you, you understood me, cared for me and loved ne unconditionally even though we both know who I was. I am happy that I have the honor to love and appreciate you for the rest of my life, and in death." He said

You were shocked at his words, tears falling from your eyes, as tears also fell from his eyes.

You both smiled at each other lovingly, you both felt love and safeness at each other's arms.

You were both lucky meeting each other.

*After the wedding*

"Dad, on your wedding speech. Where did you get it from?" Tsumiki asked.

"I also don't know, was kinda in the moment." He said as he was hugging you asleep.

"Yeah, it was almost like you were possessed by some kind of entity." Megumi added

"We should get you checked Dad." Tsumiki replied.

"Eh, Whatever." Toji replies

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Long time appreciator first time querier here!

Just saw your Jovial Contrarian cosplay contest posts, it is indeed a shame to see that kind of rare wheelchair user representation not being respected.

And this is very rare representation in any media indeed, you mentioned in your post knowing only 3 characters including Jovial Contrarian that fit your criteria and that made me realise... I don't know even one, so my question is about these two other characters you know that are truly well portrayed wheelchair users, I would love to know about them!

Thank you!

yeah it's very rough! althougu you know, i realized i remembered another character who... debatably fits my criteria? so we'll put him on here too cause this list is too small to get as picky as i would like

i will say up front, none of these characters are perfect, each have their own issue, however i do still love them, and they're the only ones decent enough to come to mind. So! let's begin

#1

Lydia Fox from Arthur! She's the same-ish age as the rest of the kids, which has its pros and cons! I won't fault it for the cons though, because it'd a kids show geared towards kids, so it makes a lot of sense she'd be... a kid.

(The con being all wheelchair users portrayed in media tend to be either really old or really young, and then fall into certain stereotypes based on the designated age from there. All adults are old and feeble and ignored and pitiable and probably evil, and all kids are young and spunky and active and 'differently abled' inspiration porn who must educate others) (btw, did you know i had to see one of those bullshit "differently abled" billboards in my own city yesterday during my single weekly trip?)

She's plays basketball, and ends up educating one of the other kids and helps him stay active whenever he temporarily breaks something in his leg. I've only ever seen her debut episode, but i do like that it shows some issues specific to wheelchairs, like lack of sidewalk cutouts! I felt sometimes her stuff turned... a bit too 'inspiration'-y, and I really wish I had seen her disability have more of a tangible impact besides just being a wheelchair user. I wish i had seen her get tired from pushing herself or other things but, again, I like her, and she's an important character for the show to have had!!! can't say much about her, she only had three episodes and i only fully watched the one

according to the wiki, she was meant to have a spinal cord injury, but that was changed to her being disabled from birth which... also has its pros and cons. I personally like seeing characters who become wheelchair users later on and adapt to it, but i also have some disabilities that have been around since i was born, so i get it

the solution of course would be to just put another wheelchair user in the cast who got an equal amount of screentime. maybe a teacher even! but having even one is nice

#2

Greatnanna Thrombey from Knives out!

She's... old. I love seeing older folks and older characters, but. Wheelchair users don't have to all be old. It serves a narrative purpose, but I can assure you, you can be forgotten about and neglected at any age when you're a wheelchair user </3

She gets ignored by and forgotten about by her family (save for Harlan, who took care of her, which I do actually really like and appreciate, cause clearly his kids aren'tdoing the same for him which is why he needs Marta), but I like that the narrative doesn't share this view either. The story itself makes it clear that she's a whole human being, and a bit of a bastard at that.

Listen. I fucking love when wheelchair users are allowed to be bastards. It is my favorite gddamn thing. You go through so much shit in a wheelchair, I think she deserves to laugh when the detective makes his breakthrough. I think she's allowed to eat an entire salmon spread on her own. (Although that line always struck me because. 1 yikes i don't like her grandson yelling at her cause he thinks she's deaf, that's not how you speak to d/Deaf people, 2 the character who said that is known to lie so like. did she really? and she may still be hungry!)

also, look at the way she dresses, she has a very clear taste!!!

she's not a main character, and she's mostly this way for plot points, so I can't win them all, but I love that marta and benoit treat her respectfully, and that she gets to have her moment at the end. 100/10 she's very old

#3

Dr Everett Von Scott from Rocky Horror Picture Show!!!!

Now. Again. He's old. He's the oldest one in these pictures. But again, if I looked for wheelchair users my age in the media I enjoy... I would have nothing.

I have plausible deniability that we're not told what condition(s) make him a wheelchair user, so. It's probably implied he has an injury in his lower or middle spine and is paralyzed. however. he could also still be able to move his legs bazeline and just doesn't! cause again, magical cures that erase disabilities... is a sticky subject, and that'swhat this scene would be. but as an individual, i hate seeing it for disabilities that put you in a wheelchair. i don't like erasure.

I like that's he's smart and a scientist, and i love that for some reason his rival's castle is WHEELCHAIR ACCESSIBLE?!?!?! he has a SPECIAL DEVICE to move dr scott around his house?!?!?! which presumably Dr Scott could use as well maybe? I don't know, but if Dr Frank-N-Furter can have a wheelchair accessible gothic castle, so can you!!!

He's also a bit of a bastard so. extra points there. my favorite thing though is that he also gets a sexy leg performance scene with the abled-bodied cast, and also that he gets to do sick wheelies on stage, hell yeah!!!

(bonus: edith from crimson peak, i love what the wheelchair represents, and how scary it is having someone have that control over you, but also she doesn't keep it so she's not on this list fully.)

in conclusion:

can i please get some wheelchair users who are ages 20-50? august is probably 50s or 60s so he's close! but y'all those kids are gonna grow!!! greatnanna did not spawn into the world at 100+ years old. i want wheelchair users who are written to be normal humans, not inspiration porn or pity porn. I also want for their disabilities to affect them and not to be taken away at the last minute, or revealed to have been faked the whole time. I am tired of wheelchair users who are evil because they don't want to be wheelchair users, because nobody else can do it with nuance or care, and nobody actually fixes or even addresses the situations that lead to it in the first place.

please ;-;

[sebstanaddict]

Too Good To Be True

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

The end of the end for this story :)

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : Epilogue

Chapter List >

Warning : none

Word count : 468 words

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Epilogue

Y/n stood barefoot in the soft sand of Venice Beach, the setting sun casting golden hues over the crashing waves. The salty breeze kissed her skin as she watched Sebastian chase Zander across the shore, the golden retriever barking happily as he bounded ahead with a frisbee clutched in his mouth.

She laughed as Sebastian finally caught up, ruffling Zander’s fur before prying the toy from his teeth. With an easy flick of his wrist, he sent the frisbee soaring through the air. It spun toward her, faster than she expected. Her reflexes kicked in, and just before it could smack her square in the face, she caught it with both hands.

Sebastian jogged toward her, his mouth slightly open in awe.

“Okay, that was impressive,” he admitted, grinning. “Where’d you get reflexes like that?”

She shrugged, spinning the frisbee in her fingers. “Let’s just say I’ve had experience dodging flying objects.”

He chuckled. “Remind me not to underestimate you.”

Just as they were about to return to their game, Y/n took a step back - and felt her foot land on something unstable. Before she could even register what was happening, she flailed, her arms windmilling as she lost balance.

Sebastian, acting on instinct, reached out and caught her just in time, preventing her from landing face-first into the sand. She blinked up at him, breathless, and then they both glanced down at the culprit - a forgotten sandcastle, now reduced to a pile of damp sand.

She groaned dramatically. “Of course, I’d be taken down by a sandcastle.”

Sebastian burst out laughing, pulling her closer. “Only you.”

She pouted. “Are you saying I have terrible luck?”

“I’m saying you make life interesting,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her temple.

Zander barked beside them, wagging his tail as if he were laughing too. Y/n sighed before shaking her head with a smile, wrapping her arms around Sebastian’s waist.

They stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of each other’s embrace, the waves crashing softly in the background.

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in breathtaking hues of orange and pink, she realized something.

Falling in love wasn’t about grand moments or perfect timing. It wasn’t about looking a certain way or fitting into someone else’s expectations. It wasn’t about falling for someone for their looks or personality. It was about finding someone who saw you - truly saw you - and chose you, flaws and all.

And as she looked up at Sebastian, his blue eyes filled with nothing but adoration, she knew one thing for certain.

This was real. This was love.

And as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly, it was clear that true love is never too good to be true.

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A/N : Thank you so much to every single one of you who have read this story and are patient enough to see it through to the end. I appreciate every single one of you. I love you all :)

And I've written a BONUS chapter that I think ends this story even more beautifully. Read it here.

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