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iloveacaibowls111 · 1 month ago

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The Fairest of Them All

SYNOPYSIS: ust a little fluffy oneshot about you, Sukuna's wife, and the vibes that are occurring everyday you get me?

A/N: Cute little fluff. Obviously, Sukuna here is a softie and not like his sadistic self :)

A small cherry blossom flower softly landed on your arm, its delicate touch tickling your senses. You glance down, captivated by its fragile beauty. The blossom was a gentle thing, soft and serene—a stark contrast to you. Growing up, your mother often chastised you for your brash, impulsive nature, warning that no husband would want a wife who acted on whims without a second thought. So, as you matured, you did your best to find your place, to practice patience with yourself—all in hopes that your future husband wouldn’t resent your habit of speaking your mind.

Everything changed when you were promised to Ryomen Sukuna, a fierce ruler infamous for his cruelty and violence. Your parents were horrified when their advisors suggested this union, fearing for their beloved daughter’s safety. Yet, despite Sukuna’s brutal reputation, the advisors insisted that no one in the land could better protect you. Reluctantly, your parents agreed, and you were wed to the most feared man in Japan.

When you first met him, his interest was piqued by your impulsive nature—something that mirrored his own. “So, why did you burn down that entire town again?” Curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn’t resist asking about his most recent outburst.

“The leader of the town said my face was an abominable mess,” Sukuna grumbled, sitting cross-legged across from you as you embroidered a pattern onto his new kimono.

“The audacity! He deserved it,” you teased, flashing him a cheeky grin. “Honestly, though, your face is far from an abominable mess. It’s wonderful.”

“Hmm, are you teasing me?” Sukuna asked, a mock pout forming on his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh. The fierce king, feared by all, was pouting because he thought you were teasing him.

“No, not at all. I’m serious. You’re probably prettier than I am,” you replied, pausing your embroidery as you clutched your stomach from laughing so hard.

“Stop it at once, I command you,” Sukuna demanded, his voice rising to feign anger. You tried to compose yourself, but it was no use. Suddenly, you felt his arms wrap around you—four of them, encircling you. “Good, you’ve stopped laughing.”

Before he could react, you started to tickle him. Though your efforts had little effect, it quickly sparked a playful tickling war between the two of you. His fingers merely hovering over you sent you into fits of giggles.

“So, you really are just a cute little softie behind your ‘tough’ exterior, aren’t you?” You bemused, laying on his chest while playing with one of his hands.

“Nah, just for you,” he responded while caressing your soft hair, one of his fingers interlacing with yours.

Sukuna’s servants and guards suddenly saw a new side of him that he had reserved for you. He would be so gentle with you as if you could break at an instance, which you probably could given how strong he was. He was playful, taking part in your silly antics and so called ‘pranks’. Finally, he was showing to everyone that he was capable of love and letting someone in his life. Although, he had concubines that were at his beck and call, he never truly let someone in as he did with you.

“You know when my mother was pregnant with me, she was starving because we were so poor. I had a twin brother in the womb but apparently I had eaten him to avoid starving to death myself.” Sukuna murmured, you two were lying outside soaking up the remaining sunshine before the winter cold would settle. The two of you were lying on your backs, head facing each other while your feet pointed in opposing directions. “That’s probably why I look the way I do now.”

You listened intently, not wanting to interrupt him as he rarely shared the details of his childhood. “I think a part of her always hated me for that so that’s probably why she left me. But then again, it’s not my fault that my brother wasn’t strong enough to eat me first.” He reasoned, shutting his eyes to think.

“Well, I think that you were just a little embryo in your mother’s stomach, that barely even counts as you.” You responded, tilting your head to face him. “I think all children deserve parents but not all parents deserve children. You didn’t deserve what happened, if she was starving so much why would she even want to have children to begin with.”

Sukuna just shrugged, his eyes opening to face yours. “Well, I promise that if we ever choose to have children, I won’t act as if they owe me. I owe them everything.” You happily stated. Sukuna couldn’t help but laugh at your decisiveness.

“Of course, my queen.” His four arms reached to grip your waist and shoulders before manhandling you to face him. He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. The two of you just lay out in the sun, enjoying each other’s company.

Before he met you, Sukuna would demand death for anyone who defied him, but now, he merely sent them away with a harsh word. The correlation between your presence and his softer demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, though sometimes his anger still got the better of him.

“Y/N! Where are you?” Sukuna’s booming voice echoed through the palace halls. You were sitting in front of your vanity, where your handmaiden was brushing your hair.

“I’m in my room!” You called back, hoping he’d hear you.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sukuna stormed in with a very frightened concubine named Yuki. His grip on her arm was so tight, you worried it might snap.

“I found this one demanding a village be annihilated,” he growled, his fury palpable. The statement confused you, considering how much Sukuna usually enjoyed causing chaos.

“I thought you’d be into that sort of thing?” You tilted your head, genuinely puzzled.

“Yes, but not without my permission. And then she dared to say it was your idea,” Sukuna’s eyes searched yours, questioning the truth behind Yuki’s claim. The concubine looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Uh, yes, it was me,” you quickly blurted out. “I just hated the way they, um, dressed up?”

“You? The same person who scolded me for killing a spider because it had a spider-wife and spider-children to go home to?” Sukuna could barely contain his amusement. Though still angry at Yuki, the way you were trying to protect her made him remember why he loved you so much.

“Y-yes. I’m turning a new leaf. I want to be more like you,” you said, walking up to him and gently prying his hand off Yuki’s arm. “Now, let Yuki go, and we can talk about this in private.” Sukuna stayed still for a moment before nodding. Yuki shot you a grateful look as she hurried out.

You sat on the bed, looking expectantly at Sukuna. “You can leave now, Hoshiko,” you said softly to your handmaiden. She bowed and exited, leaving you alone with Sukuna, who stood, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not stupid, you know,” he said, raising a brow.

You smiled, your heart racing. “I know you’re not. That’s why I thought you’d see through her little scheme.”

Sukuna stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze softening. “And why would you take the blame for her?”

“Because,” you started, cheeks warming, “she’s just a small thing. I didn’t want you to hurt her. Plus, I knew you wouldn’t do anything to me.”

He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh yeah? You know me that well?”

“Yeah. I do.”

A chuckle escaped him. “You know, if you were anyone else, your head would be on a spike.”

“Yes, yes. You remind me often,” you teased.

Sukuna rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “You should be lucky you have such a special place in my heart.”

Playfully, you poked his chest. “What can I say, you just can’t resist my charm!”

He took a step closer, and for a moment, the world around you faded. “Guilty,” he said with a mischievous glint, before sweeping you up into his arms, making you squeal with surprise. “I heard the flowers are blooming in the garden—a cacophony of colors. Let’s go check them out.”

“Hey! Put me down, Sukuna!” you laughed, trying to pinch his cheeks as he carried you toward the garden.

He leaned close to your ear, a grin forming. “Not a chance. You’re mine.”

As the two of you disappeared into the vibrant garden, your laughter echoed through the air. Sukuna, the fierce and feared king, had found his match—someone who could make him smile, laugh, and feel a love he’d never known before.

And as you basked in the warmth of the sun and the blooming flowers, you knew that despite his terrifying reputation, he was, and always would be, yours.

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be4chywritez · 5 months ago

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nico hischier x fem!reader

request: Hi can I request nico and reader (married) adopting or fostering a kid together, maybe the kid is like 7 or something around the age of an older kid?

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The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen as you and Nico finished dinner. The warm, cozy atmosphere of your home was a stark contrast to the rainy evening outside. As you leaned back on the couch, your eyes drifted to Nico.

He’s nuzzled into your tummy, and you run your hand through his hair. He meets your eyes, giving you his dazzling smile. He mutters into your stomach, and you giggle at the vibrations.

“What was that, Neeks?” you ask.

He looks back at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile, as he reaches up towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

As he settles back down, his voice is soft and dreamy. “You know, I was thinking… it would be nice to hear little feet running around here. Maybe a baby someday?”

You freeze, your hand stilling in his hair. The warmth of the moment is replaced by a sudden chill. You gently push him away and scoot slightly further away from him.

Nico sits up, concern etched across his face. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Sorry,” you mutter from the other side of the couch, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just… getting a bit hot over here.”

He studies you, knowing you well enough to sense something deeper. “Is it really just the heat?” he asks, his voice is shaky, you know you hurt him.

You face away, your fingers gently messing with your wedding band, You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. “Why do you always bring up having a baby? Can’t we just… can’t we just be enough as we are?”

Nico looks taken aback, but he keeps his voice gentle. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought…”

“You just thought what?” you interrupt, your tone sharper than intended. “That I’d suddenly change my mind about something I’ve felt strongly about for years?”

He takes a step back, giving you space. “I just want to understand, that’s all. I love you, and I want to know what’s going on in your heart.”

Taking a deep breath, you turn to meet his gaze, tears threatening to spill. “I know we’ve talked about having kids before, and I’ve always been hesitant. It’s not because I don’t want a family with you. I do, more than anything. I just feel more comfortable adopting or fostering.

Nico’s hand finds yours, offering silent support.

You swallow hard, gathering your thoughts. “When I was younger, I saw a close family friend go through a really tough pregnancy. She faced so many complications, and it’s just stuck with me. It made me realize that having a child isn’t the only way to build a family. I want to give a child who’s already here a chance at a better life.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you deserve.” you say softly. You were used to men walking out on you after talking about kids, you were waiting for him to do the same, sure you were married but what good would you be if you can’t have kids?

Nico blinks taking all of what you’re saying, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling this way. I love you, and I want us to be on the same page about our future.”

Tears spill over as you smile weakly at him. “I’m so grateful that you feel the same way.”

Nico leans in and kisses your forehead tenderly. “Thank you for sharing with me.”

You both sit there in the quiet of your home, the rain still gently falling outside, warmly conversing.

If there was something Nico prided himself for is that he is a man of his word.

So for the following weeks were a whirlwind of meetings, paperwork, and home visits. You and Nico spent countless hours researching, attending workshops, and preparing your home for a new arrival. The anticipation was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

One evening, after a particularly long day, you found yourselves curled up on the couch, surrounded by brochures and informational packets. “I didn’t realize how much goes into this,” Nico said, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s worth it,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “We’re going to give someone chance at a better life.

Nico kissed the top of your head. “I know. I just want everything to be perfect.”

“And it will be, because they’re going to have the best foster dad ever,” you murmured, taking his face in your hands and gently placing chaste kisses on his lips. He smiled, pulling you close, causing you to yelp and place a hand on his chest to stabilize yourself.

“They’re gonna have a great mom too.” he says squeezing you tightly.

Later that night, your sleep was interrupted by the ringing of your phone. Groggily checking the time, your eyes widened at the bold 5:00 on the clock. You answered and sat up, nudging Nico awake with a soft slap on the chest. He stirred, sitting up beside you as you put the phone on speaker.

The case worker confirmed they had reached the Hischiers. She explained that they were rehoming a child and asked if you were willing to take them in. Glancing at Nico, who nodded in affirmation, he slid out of bed and walked into the closet to get dressed.

The social worker informed you they would arrive in about an hour. When she hung up, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

You rubbed your face tiredly, letting Nico help you up as you wandered into the closet, shimmying into a pair of pants and a nice shirt. Both of you brushed your teeth together, sharing small smiles in the bathroom mirror.

After fixing up the bedroom that would now be the foster child’s, you made breakfast, anxiously waiting for the doorbell to ring. When it finally did, both of you exchanged a look of excitement and nervousness.

Nico opened the door, and there stood the social worker with, a tall lanky boy with wide eyes and a hesitant smile.

“This is Jesse,” the social worker said kindly. “He’s been through a lot, but I know he’ll be in good hands with you.”

You offer him a warm smile. “Hi, Jesse. I’m Y/N, and this is Nico. We’re so glad you’re here.”

Jesse glanced up at you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. After a moment, he tentatively took your hand. “Hey,” he mumbled softly.

Nico stood beside you, his voice gentle. “Hey, Jesse. We’ve been waiting for you. Would you like to come in?”

Jesse nodded shyly, and together, you all stepped inside. The social worker handed Nico the trash bag, explaining that’s where all of Jesse’s clothing was.

As the case worker gave you contact information before leaving, you noticed Jesse glancing at the photos in the hallway. There were a few of Nico with his team, one of you and Nico after a game, and a handful of wedding pictures.

You watched him study the pictures, running his finger along the frame of you and Nico. “That was when Nico and I had just gotten engaged,” you said with a smile, leaning against the wall. Jesse startled but relaxed when he saw you.

“Do you wanna see your room?” you asked nervously. He nodded, and you led him to the room. He sat on his bed. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

You gave him a small smile. “Are you hungry?” you asked. He nodded again.

You led him to the kitchen where Nico had set the table with plates and glasses. The three of you sat down together, and you served pancakes and fruit. Jesse hesitated at first but soon started eating with a cautious smile.

As you ate, Nico engaged Jesse in small talk about school and sports. Jesse gradually began to relax, sharing a few shy smiles and nods in response.

After breakfast, you suggested showing Jesse around the neighborhood. He seemed hesitant at first, but with Nico’s encouragement, he agreed. The three of you walked down the street, pointing out the local park and the nearby ice cream shop.

Back at home, Jesse seemed more at ease. He explored the backyard while you and Nico cleaned up from breakfast. Later in the afternoon, you gathered in the living room, playing a board game together. Jesse’s smile grew more genuine as he started to open up, asking questions and sharing a few stories of his own.

As the day came to a close, you showed Jesse around his new room. He looked up at you and Nico with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.

“Goodnight, Jesse,” you said softly, handing him an extra pillow.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

He called out to you and Nico, you both turn around, “you guys are gonna be here when I wake up right?” he asks his eyes shifting around the room.

You smile somberly, “Yeah bud, don’t worry.” you say taking Nico’s hand. He switches off the light, and you both lingered in the hallway for a moment, watching over him.

Nico sits at the foot of the bed, you step out of the shower steam emitting from the bathroom, you change into some pj’s you sit behind Nico massaging his tense shoulders. “how do you feel honey.” you ask he takes you hand, “I’m happy your happy,” he says kissing your hand.

“You’re gonna be really good with him.” he whispers. you smile, “so are you.” both of you sit there in solace.

The first few weeks were an adjustment period for all of you. Jesse’s had moments of doubt and fear, but you and Nico were always there to comfort him. One night, you found him crying in his room, clutching a pillow to his chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked gently, sitting down beside him.

“I miss my old home,” Jesse’s whispered. “I’m scared.”

Nico joined you, wrapping an arm around Jesse’s. “It’s okay to feel that way. We’re here for you, and we’re not going anywhere.”

Jesse’s sniffled and leaned into Nico’s embrace. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you and Nico said in unison, holding him close.

As time went on, Jesse began to open up more. You took him to his first Devils game, where he proudly wore a jersey with Nico’s name on it. Seeing the joy on his face as he watched Nico play was a moment you’d never forget.

Another milestone was his first day at a new school. You and Nico sat with him in the parking lot of the middle school, offering words of encouragement. “You’re going to do great,” you said with a shoulder squeeze.

Jesse smiled, a mix of nerves and excitement in his eyes. “Thanks, Mom and Dad.” he says getting out of the car. You look at Nico who’s eye’s twinkled with excitement, “Be carful.” you shout out he gives you a thumbs up.

You look up at Nico, who’s smiling ear to ear, “He called us mom and dad.” he says backing out of the parking lot, you smile looking out the window, “yeah.”

One afternoon, as you helped Jesse with his homework at the kitchen table, he suddenly paused, staring pensively at his notebook. You noticed his hesitation and gently asked, “Something on your mind, Jesse?”

He bit his lip, a habit he often showed when unsure how to express himself. “Do… do you think I’ll ever see my old friends again?”

You set aside the pencil and leaned closer to him. “It’s okay to miss your old friends, Jesse. We can try to find a way for you to stay in touch with them if you’d like.”

Jesse nodded slowly, seeming reassured by your response. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Nico, who had been listening quietly from the doorway, came over and ruffled Jesse’s hair affectionately. “You’ll make new friends too, Jesse. I promise.”

Jesse began to thrive. He joined a local soccer club, him and Nico would practice in the backyard together, and soon, you found yourself cheering alongside other parents at his games. Watching Jesse sprint across the field you and Nico both smiling proudly as you snapped photos of him in action.

Later that night, after the tournament, you, Nico, and Jesse went through the pictures on your laptop. You smiled at one of him celebrating a goal.

“Oh, I like that one,” you said, glancing at Nico and Jesse, who were both leaning in and smiling at the photo.

The next day, you printed it out and framed it, placing it in the hallway next to your and Nico’s engagement picture.

One evening after dinner, as you all gathered in the living room, Jesse brought out a worn photo album he had kept hidden in his room. “Can I show you something?” he asked tentatively, his fingers tracing the edges of the album.

You and Nico exchanged a glance, silently encouraging him to share. Jesse opened the album, revealing snapshots of his life before coming to live with you—birthday parties, outings to the park, and school events. There were pictures of his old friends, their smiles frozen in time.

“I miss them sometimes,” Jesse admitted softly, his gaze fixed on the photos. “But I’m glad I’m here with you and Nico.”

You reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. “We’re glad you’re here too, Jesse. And we’re here for you, no matter what.”

Nico leaned forward, pointing at a photo of Jesse scoring a goal in a school soccer game he looks around eight years old in the photo. “Look at that grin, Jesse. You brought that with you. And you’ve brought so much joy to us too.”

As Jesse closed the album and set it aside, a sense of peace settled over the room. You realized then how far he had come—from a hesitant arrival to a beloved member of your family

The next day, while cleaning up after breakfast, Jesse approached you with a small, determined expression on his face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Jesse,” you replied, drying your hands on a towel.

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Do you think… maybe one day, we could be a forever family?”

Your heart swelled with emotion, taking his hands in yours. “Jesse, we would be honored to be your forever family. Nico and I love you so much.”

Jesse’s face broke into a radiant smile, and he threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with happiness and relief.

Nico, who had been watching from the doorway, joined the embrace, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Welcome to the family, Jesse,” he said warmly.

From that moment on, the journey towards adoption took on a new meaning—a journey filled with hope, love, and the promise of a future together as a forever family.

As the weeks passed, you and Nico began the process of formalizing your commitment to Jesse through adoption. The paperwork and interviews were daunting at times, but with each step, your bond with Jesse grew stronger.

Finally, the day of the adoption hearing arrived. Jesse, dressed in his best clothes, sat nervously between you and Nico in the courtroom. The judge’s kind words and the final declaration that Jesse was officially your son brought tears to your eyes.

Afterwards, surrounded by friends and family who had become your support system, you celebrated at home. Jesse held his adoption certificate proudly, a symbol of the love and security he had found with you and Nico.

Later that evening, he looked up at you with a mixture of gratitude and joy. “I’m really your son now, right?”

You smiled, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. “Absolutely, Jesse. You’ve been our son from the moment you walked through our door.”

With a contented sigh, Jesse settled into bed, clutching a pillow close. “I love you, Mom and Dad,” he whispered sleepily.

“We love you too, Jesse,” Nico replied both of you stood outside his door, Nico kisses your forehead, “We did it honey.” he says embracing you.

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spidernuggets · 11 months ago

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Jason with 24. "Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows".

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows"

Every step closer your ex made, you took a smaller step back. Jason was about to intervene when the ex yelled out a string of insults, 'whore, pathetic, slut', but he seemed so impressed when you grabbed him by the nose, telling him that he shouldn't have said that.

You met Jason somewhere in town in the midst of you breaking up with your ex-boyfriend. When Jason first witnessed it, said ex was yelling at you, and you seemed to be cowering at his harsh words.

He was even more impressed when you kicked your ex in the balls. He was then kneeling on the ground, clutching at his groin in hopes to ease the pain.

When you started to walk away, Jason noticed how down in the dumps you looked. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help bring up your mood.

"Hi, I'm Jason. That was a pretty sick performance to watch," is how he introduced himself as he ran up to you.

Slowly, the two of you started to form a close bond of friendship. And even slower, romantic emotions started to blossom between the two of you.

With Jason's grouchy, sensitive, and tough persona, you perfectly matched with your contrasting personality, being all bubbly and supporting, and in Jason's eyes, incredibly angelic.

Jason believed you deserved so much better than him, especially when he revealed his secret occupation. He believed that with his short temper and aggressive morals, you would lose your love for him in the blink of an eye.

But you didn't. When he told you that he was Robin and a member of the Titans, he saw that little shimmer in your eyes whenever you thought something appealed to your interest. You told him you couldn't believe you were dating a badass hero.

Now that Jason told you his identityz he wanted to teach you proper self-defense. He knows you can take care of yourself, but he's just so paranoid. He wanted to make sure you were 100% safe while he's out patrolling. And you admired his worry for your safety.

But when the two of you were in your apartment, training, he motioned a slow punch towards you, just to demonstrate the action, you pivoted to avoid the fake punch, grabbed his arm and tackled him, pinning him to the ground.

He stared up at you in disbelief, catching him off guard.

"I win," you cheekily said. Jason sighed, sitting up, giving you a soft kiss to you forhead.

"That's my girl, you win," he said, playing along with your little game.

A little later on, you thought that since Jason revealed his secret, you can too.

You sat him down and told him that you weren't part of some major superhero team or got some professional training. You just picked up self-defense as a hobby. But alongside that.. you were good with knives. You had great aim, great control.

And then you showed him your collection. You have sai daggers, butterfly knives, pen blades and more.

Jason couldn't believe it. His seemingly sweet, innocent girlfriend owned a knife collection. But this didn't scare him. He was beyond ecstatic. You allowed him that if he needs them any time, he can use your knives in combat.

So, Jason taught you more of his combat skills, teaching you how to fight, even while blindfolded, in exchange for you to allow him to use your collection.

While you were watching the news (just wanting to see your boyfriend in action), you had a thought. Jason always talked about his missions and his time with the other Titans. You really wanted to meet them.

"Can I meet your friends, Jay?" You sweetly asked him when he came back from a mission. He looked at you with discomfort. He knows that the other members don't really think highly of him, and he doesn't want them to give you any bad words about him to you. But you assure him that nothing they say os ever going to make you stop loving him, and you give him a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

When you arrived at Titans Tower, it was obvious you were excited to meet everyone. Dawn and Kory already had a liking to your sweet personality, and Rachel believed that Jason probably paid you or something to date him.

You complimented Gar's wild hair, and he smiled, thank you, and feeling giddy about making a new friend.

Jason gave you a tour around Titans Tower, and you thought it was amazing. He left you in his room to look around, and it was easy enough to say that you were mesmerised.

Jason left you there, going into the kitchen to grab a drink.

"So, that's your girlfriend, huh?" Hanks chimes in, walking in with Dick.

"What of it?" Jason bites back.

"He didn't mean anything by that," Dick says. "She's just very... opposite to you. And that's not in a bad way. She brings out the best in you, Jason," he explains.

"She's real happy," Hank says, popping open a beer bottle, taking a swig.

Jason shakes his head, looking down, smiling from just thinking about you. "She is, but," he pauses, thinking about how to explain your alter ego, "Trust me, she's not all sunshine and rainbows," he says, walking away with his brew, leaving Hank and Dick in a confused state.

"Wanna check out the training room?" Jason asks you, leaning on the door frame, smiling at you as you were seated on his motorcycle that was in his room.

You vigorously nodded your head, excited to see anything that had a blade in there.

You gasped when you entered. "You guys have katanas!?" You exclaim, and Jason's heart melts at how cute you are.

"Of course. If you want, I can grab one for you," he offers. You grab his cheeks and pull him close.

"I can marry you right now," you say, almost dead serious.

Jason's face heats up, imagining what his future would be like with you. He couldn't deny the fact that he'd picture you as his wife, in a house that belonged to the two of you... maybe a kid or two running around, too.

"Can we spar?" You ask.

"Sure, c'mon, feisty," he says, grabbing the wooden swords from the rack. You admired how good the quality was.

Rachel and Gar came in, planning on sparring.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your date night," Gar jokes as Rachel elbowed him in the side.

"We'll be quick," Jason mutters.

Dick was supposed to observe Gar and Rachel sparring, and Hank was tagging along, and they were both surprised to see you in a stance with a sword.

"Woah, careful with that. It's wood, but it hurts more than you-" Hank was quickly cut off by Jason.

"She knows, dingus," he snips. Hank just rolls his eyes, taking a spot beside Dick, who was intrigued by what was about to happen.

"Ready?" Jason asks you as you nod.

As you started fighting, all for Titans were surprised to see how well you can manoeuvre your stances and how well you avoid Jason's strikes. And especially how well you know how to use a sword.

But it doesn't last long as Jason bends down to avoid your attack, kicking you off your balance, having you topple to the ground. He disarms your sword and finally pins you down.

To others, it seemed that Jason's final move could've hurt, especially to a normal citizen, and also based on how brutal Jason's way of combat can be.

But you weren't hurt. Jason always makes sure you're never hurt. He let's go as you sit up, your eyes displaying that same sparkle of admiration.

"You're so skilled, Jay!" You cheered, giving your boyfriend a rewarded peck on the nose as Jason smiles.

The two of you hear someone clear their throat, breaking you from your love induced trance. You turn your heads to see Dick, Hank, Rachel and Gar, all with their arms crossed, judging your affection-filled situation.

You two awkwardly stood up and you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment.

"Uhm.. Thanks for letting me use this room. Oh, and I really like your katanas and odachis, I would love one for my knife collection," you blurt out, quickly walking out with a beet-red face.

Wait, what? Collection of what? The four thought they heard wrong and couldn't believe someone like you would have something as bizarre as a knife collection.

Jason sighs and puts the two wooden swords back, wanting to follow you.

"Not all sunshine and rainbows, huh?" Dick lowly says to Jason as he puts away the swords.

Jason chuckles to himself, thinking just how lucky he is to have met someone like you. "Yeah," he mutters.

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cynic-spirit · 2 months ago

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The flowers

Yn had a peculiar habit that never ceased to amuse and endear Bucky: she loved getting him flowers. It was a gesture that seemed to defy the rough, dangerous image of a mobster, but to Yn, it made perfect sense.

One sunny afternoon, Yn walked into a quaint little flower shop on her way to meet Bucky. She browsed through the colorful assortment, her fingers lightly grazing the petals of roses, lilies, and daisies. Finally, she selected a bouquet of vibrant sunflowers, their cheerful faces turned toward her as if to share their sunny disposition.

When she arrived at the club, the staff greeted her warmly, their eyes lighting up as they saw the bouquet in her hands. Yn always brought a sense of brightness and warmth wherever she went, and today was no different.

"Why can’t mobsters get flowers?" Yn would often ask with a playful smile whenever someone raised an eyebrow at her choice of gift. To her, Bucky was not just a mobster; he was a man deserving of beauty, care, and tenderness. She saw the vulnerable, loving side of him that most people never glimpsed.

Walking through the dimly lit hallway, Yn made her way to Bucky's office. The scent of the flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual smell of cigars and whiskey that lingered in the club. She knocked gently before entering.

Bucky looked up from his desk, his stern expression softening instantly when he saw her. His eyes fell on the bouquet, and a warm, genuine smile spread across his face. "Flowers again, doll?" he said, standing up to greet her.

Yn nodded, her own smile bright and full of affection. "Of course. You deserve them, Bucky. Why should only women get flowers?"

He took the bouquet from her, inhaling the sweet scent deeply. "They're beautiful, Yn. Thank you." He placed them in a vase on his desk, where they added a burst of color and life to the otherwise austere room.

"Everyone deserves to be reminded that they're cared for," Yn said, her voice soft but firm. "Even mobsters."

Bucky pulled her into a tender embrace, his hands lingering on her back. "You always know how to surprise me, Yn. You have a way of making even the hardest days better."

She leaned back slightly to look into his eyes. "That's because I love you, Bucky. And I want you to feel loved, in every way possible."

Bucky's heart swelled with emotion. He knew that Yn's gestures, as simple as they might seem, held profound meaning. They were reminders of her unwavering love and acceptance, no matter what the world thought of him.

Later, as Bucky sat in his office, his eyes frequently drifted to the sunflowers on his desk. Each time he looked at them, he was reminded of Yn's warmth and her unique way of showing love. It was in these quiet moments that he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for her.

The staff, who had seen Yn enter with the bouquet, couldn't help but smile at the sight. They often exchanged glances and whispered among themselves about how Yn had softened their tough boss in ways they never thought possible.

One evening, Bucky found himself recounting the story to his friends. "You know, Yn brought me sunflowers the other day," he began, his tone filled with fondness.

Steve, chimed in. "Sunflowers, huh? She really knows how to keep you on your toes, Buck."

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, she does. She just has this way of reminding me that there's more to life than this business. That there's beauty and kindness out there, too."

Thor, who was visiting, nodded in agreement. "A true warrior's heart she has, to bring light into darkness."

Bucky smiled, his heart full. "Yeah, she does. She's one of a kind."

In the end, Yn's flowers became a symbol of their love—simple yet profound, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, there could be light and beauty. And Bucky cherished that, just as he cherished her.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #buck barnes x yn #bucky barnes x y/n #mob #mob au #mafia #mafia au #mafia bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 7 months ago

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Space Room

In the VR-room, which was basically a high-tech version of a treehouse where no one could tell you to come down for dinner, John was busy sulking. The room was currently set to "deep space" mode, which meant that it looked less like a room and more like the middle of the universe, if the universe was having a particularly sparkly day. John, meanwhile, stood awkwardly amidst the cosmos, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Linda, two years his senior and far more confident in her skin, entered quietly. The door hissed softly as it sealed behind her. Her eyes found John's slouched figure against the backdrop of a simulated supernova, the vibrant colors painting an ethereal glow on his face. She paused a moment, observing him. Despite her usual teasing, she sensed the depth of his solitude in that moment.

John, catching her reflection in the glassy surface beside him, stiffened slightly. His encounters with Linda were often a mix of mild annoyance and an inexplicable warmth that left him flustered. "Hey," Linda started, her voice soft, almost hesitant—a contrast to her usual boisterous demeanor. "Mind if I join you?"

John shrugged, a non-committal gesture, but didn’t voice any objections. Linda walked over, standing beside him, her gaze following his to the stars. "What are you looking at?" she asked after a moment, genuinely curious.

"Nothing specific. Just... space," John replied, his voice carrying a hint of defeat that he didn't intend to reveal.

Linda looked at him, really looked, and saw the redness around his eyes, the slight droop in his posture. "Heard about the sparring match with Fred," she said, threading her words with care. "He's tough."John scoffed, looking away. "Yeah, and I’m just the academy’s favorite punching bag."

"That’s not true, John." Her voice was firm, insistent. "You're just as tough. Everyone has their off days, you know."

He finally met her gaze, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Feels like all my days are off days, Linda. I don’t know why Halsey even bothered with me sometimes."

Linda’s heart twinged at his words, seeing the depth of his self-doubt. Without a word, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. The hug was unexpected, and John's body tensed initially but gradually relaxed. He wasn't used to comfort, not like this, not from someone like Linda who always seemed so unattainably confident.

"You’re not any less than any of us," Linda whispered, her voice a soft murmur against the hum of the VR-room. "You’re a Spartan, John. My favorite Spartan."

John chuckled dryly, a sound more of resignation than amusement. "Why?"Linda pulled back slightly, looking him straight in the eye. "Because you try, John. Even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. You try. That means something."

He looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, he let himself see the concern, the affection. "Thanks, Linda," he murmured, the sulky edge fading a little.

Linda smiled, a small, genuine curve of her lips. "Anytime, space boy. Now, how about we reset this room and find something that isn't a black void?"

John’s response was a slight nod, his first genuine smile of the day beginning to form. As the stars faded around them, replaced by the vibrant life of a distant, verdant planet, Linda stayed by his side. And in that newly created world, John didn’t feel quite so alone.

Gahhhh this is adorable. "You're my favorite Spartan." Get outta here. My heavens. They're such cute little dorks. I love it.

#halo #john 117 #linda 058 #john 117 x linda 058 #halo fanfic #others writing #jaune 117

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skeletonpunching · 2 years ago

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Buddy Daddies character designer interview

Interview with Enami Katsumi (character designer)

Interviewer: This time, you were in charge of character design for an original series - how did you develop the designs for Kurusu Kazuki, Suwa Rei, and Unasaka Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: I wanted to clearly get across the idea that, despite being an assassin, he's the caretaker figure for Miri and Rei. I was always working towards that, right from the start. Once I had a rough idea of his face, I tweaked his hairstyle and clothing according to requests, to nail things down.

For Rei: In the first draft, he was a well-built, tough-looking guy - the spitting image of an assassin. But once I heard the staff requests and got a better handle on his personality, I changed course and made him a slim man with a gloomy air.

For Miri: Since she’s the heroine, I very much wanted her personality to stand out. So I gave her facial features and hair that brought out her unique traits very clearly, and made her seem a bit older. I don't draw children all that much, so it was quite a struggle.

Interviewer: What did you consider the most important aspect in each of their designs?

Enami: For Kazuki: He's "a mother". I was told this at every planning session, so I made sure to bring out a certain softness in his physique and expressions - something like a mother's tolerance.

For Rei: I aimed to make his duality - of the shut-in otaku and the cool assassin - apparent at first glance. And I made him relatively slim, in order to bring out a clear difference between him and Kazuki.

For Miri: With "an ordinary innocent young child" as my goal, I cut back on the eyecatching characteristics, and made her hair shorter, so that her liveliness would come through more clearly, and her expressions would be easier to read. At first, I thought she might have ended up too plain, but I figured I would leave things up to the animation and voicing. I was really blown away when I saw her fully-voiced and in motion.

Interviewer: Was there anything else you got especially hung up on when it came to Kazuki, Rei, and Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: The contrast with Rei was crucial, so I definitely wanted to give him a bright, slightly lighthearted air.

For Rei: When it came to Rei's assassin mode, I was thinking along the same lines as the rest of the staff, and so his attire and hairstyle were decided quite easily. Then I aimed to highlight a gap - I wanted his "off" mode to be idiosyncratic enough to be immediately recognisable.

For Miri: I was told that it was important for Miri to have an ordinary childishness and innocence, and so I was careful to give her childlike body proportions that would make it easy for her to express suitably childish actions.

Interviewer: Apart from the main trio, are there any characters you're especially attached to, whether because you're fond of their designs or for some other reason?

Enami: Ogino [Ryo]. Drawing quirky old men is something I really love, and in the final version, after weaving together all the staff's requests, he ended up looking even quirkier than I'd imagined. So he became my favourite.

Interviewer: When you first saw the complete footage of the characters in motion, what impression did you have?

Enami: Kazuki was exactly as I imagined, so my reaction was, "This! Yes, this!" Rei's "off" mode honestly surpassed my expectations. If I have the chance to draw him from now on, I definitely want to draw him with this sort of vibe. Miri's voice really is a full blast of childishness - I was amazed how thoroughly it makes up for the parts that couldn't be conveyed through the drawing.

Interviewer: Enami-san, do you think there is some common charm that the "Buddy Daddies" characters share?

Enami: We get to see their daily lives, and personalities that make them seem like the most unlikely assassins, and that makes them very endearing. And once Miri is thrown into the mix, all three of them display all sorts of delightful expressions - I want to keep watching them forever. Since them being assassins is built into the premise, we're bound to see a completely different side of them in future; I'm looking forward to it.

Interviewer: By the time this is posted, episode 3 will have aired. Are there any scenes from episodes 1 to 3 that you found memorable, or that you're especially fond of?

Enami: The scene where Miri says to Kazuki, "I hope Mama's not too lonely…" When they're talking about the difference from her mama's Hamburg steak, you can sense Miri's emotions brimming over; it's incredible.

Interviewer: Please tell us what you think are the selling points of this series "Buddy Daddies".

Enami: I think ultimately, it's the interactions among the trio. I hope that, as the story unfolds, people will enjoy watching the changing relationship between Miri and the two men under her thumb. Personally, my favourite thing is watching Rei in his "off" mode.

Interviewer: Finally, please give a message to everyone who is enjoying this series.

Enami: This is my first time designing characters for an original anime. I grew attached to these characters, and I'll be very happy if you become fond of them as well. I hope you'll thoroughly enjoy the main trio's adorableness.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies interview

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bked0n-lorazepam · 7 months ago

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"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Part One

“You’re very tense.��

The clock ticks, it’s echo bouncing off the beige walls of the plain, boring room. The couch I sit upon is a sad brown, fitting into the rest of the sad theme.

The window sill has plants on it though, very green and happy plants, a complete contrast to the rest of the snowy atmosphere outside.

“I’ve always been tense,” I say, looking away from the window and at the woman in front of me. She smiles a pitiful smile, sympathy she obviously can’t hide flashes through her green eyes.

“Not always. In your file it says you used to be a very calm and relaxed-”

“It also says I used to have brown hair. How times change,” I smile tightly back at her, sighing as I realize my mistake. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so snippy. I’m just tired and I want to go home.”

She looks at her watch, also sighing as she shuts her notepad and sets it on the coffee table between us. She runs a hand through her hair, clearing her throat as she leans her arms on her knees.

“I know this is tough, and I know what he did to you, and I know you want to get better, but this takes time. You can’t rush healing. I’m sending you home, and I won’t add this appointment to your bill,” She shushes my protests, raising her hand and making a ‘quit it’ motion, “You need to go home and sleep. You can’t rush this process.”

My keys clank against the trinket bowl as I shrug off my winter jacket, a soft bell following suit with soft, padded thuds. I grin, taking off my boots and shaking the snow out of my dirty blonde hair. My cat, Winston, meows loudly as I crouch down to pet him.

“You hungry, little dude?” I look at the time on my phone, it reading 5:39 pm. He meows again, butting his head on my leg as I snort and stand up. “Of course you are.”

I walk to my kitchen, setting my phone on the counter as I open the drawer I dedicated to Winston the day I bought my apartment. I pull out wet food for him, opening it and setting it on the ground next to his water bowl.

I lean against the counter and watch him shove his white little face into the bowl to inhale his food.

Shaking my head and laughing a bit, I stop when I notice my phone vibrating. Picking it up and unlocking it, I let out a huh as I open my messages and see my sister texting me.

Donna: I js got a date with the hottest mf I have ever seen

Donna: like smoking hot

Me: someone is actually interested in you? thats a first

Donna: ok ouch

Donna: but yes

Donna: oh and mom decided shes going to stay at your place for the weeknd

Donna: so get ready to clean

I immediately hit the call button as I read her messages.

“She’s doing what now?” I yell into the phone, wincing as I see Winston puff his tail up and look at me.

“Why would you not tell me this before today? Friday is in three days, and my place is a freaking pigsty. Three days is not enough time to clean, Madonna.” I tell her and start looking around my kitchen, noticing everything I know my mom will criticize the minute she walks into my apartment.

“Uh, probably because I just found out today, and don’t call me Madonna. She called me right before I landed the date with McDreamy,” She states and sighs, and I hear her throw herself on what I assume is her bed.

“Besides, your place is never a pigsty. It’s always so clean, I could literally eat off your bathroom floor. Speaking of eat, you should also probably cook something, ‘cause we both know she ain’t eatin’ anywhere else.” The southern accent at the last part of her sentence was absolutely awful, but I understood it enough.

“Right, right, of course,” I sigh, hearing a thunk come from my bedroom as I watch Winston race towards the door.

Remembering the fact that I left my window open in my room, I assume a bird managed to fly its way into there, and that that was probably why Winston seemed so interested in it. “So, what’s McDreamy's name? I don’t think you’ve told me yet.”

I change the subject as I start to walk towards my room to get the poor bird out of there before Winston tortures it. As I turn to go down the hallway, I stop when I notice the bedroom light is on.

“Oh! His name is Badri, and he owns his own company. ‘Jules Jewels’, or whatever. Anyway, he lives in-”

The blood rushing through my ears is loud enough to block her voice out, and the fast beat in my chest definitely does not help.

Thousands of True Crime documentary scenes play through my head where my current situation is the beginning scene of a vicious murder.

I try to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it refuses to leave. I chew on my lip as I slowly walk backwards back into the kitchen, clearing my throat as I walk towards my knife block on my counter. “Sorry, could you repeat that again? You, um, cut out for a second.”

“Mhm! I said that Badri’s sister was getting married next fall, and that she invited us to come to the wedding.” I hum in response, taking out a chef’s knife and taking off the safety cover.

“I’m sorry Donna, but I’m gonna have to call you back. Kensley’s texting me about when our next therapy session will be.” I lie to her, grasping the knife in my hand tightly.

“Oh, that’s okay! I’ll call you later to tell you more, love you, bye!” She says right before I hang up on her, and I put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans.

I go over to my sink, turning on the faucet to hopefully drown out my footsteps and any creaking the floor might do as I walk down the hallway to my bedroom.

I grasp the knife even tighter, furrowing my eyebrows as I hear Winston purr with a deep chuckle and a pop following after. I take a deep breath in, and open the door as quickly as I can.

I drop the knife at the person in front of me, and Winston darts out of the room, startled from the loud noise.

“Go–good evening to yo–u too, sweets.”

#ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #ticci toby #creepypasta #fem reader #x reader #ticci toby x reader

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For the If They Had A Kid meme, because I am so incredibly curious --

Melissa and Miles!

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child . accepting

Name: Delilah Drysdell (she could go by 'Rosfield' instead, but it all comes down to how comfortable Miles is to reclaim his identity as Elwin). Gender: Female. General appearance: There is a remarkable contrast between Delilah and her siblings - she lacks the physical strength of Clive, being smaller and more fragile-looking; but she also appears healthier and less sickly than Joshua, particularly because of the absence of any dominant gifts. Delilah has the darker hair of her parents, but inherited Miles' deep blue eyes and the fair skin of her mother. The girl has a very sweet and melodic voice and she speaks quietly, almost as if afraid to disturb those surrounding her. However, this can change significantly under certain circumstances - see below. Personality: Sweet, kind-hearted, loving, affectionate - the good qualities about Delilah are never-ending. She sounds and acts soft because she doesn't need to be tough or harsh: Delilah was born in a world that allowed her to be kind and rewarded such behavior, and as such she has a gentleness about her that is very soothing - particularly for Miles. A notable change, however, comes with injustice, unfairness and prejudice - Delilah is surprisingly vocal and grows to be agitated/loud when she sees another human suffering; her drive to be a morally upstanding citizen is a Rosfield legacy she actively seeks to protect. Special talents: Delilah excels at most domestic chores - splendid cooker, gifted gardener, a perfect little seamstress. The girl's caretaker nature is very strong - particularly because of how emphatic she is and how much she feels for the hard lives her parents were subjected to before she was born. There is an open admiration related to the heroic tales of her half-brothers and Jill, but to her, these are akin to fairytales and incredibly removed from her own reality. Delilah feels at ease offering support to others and building a better world away from the public eye. Who they like better: Miles, but only by a bit! The fact that Elwin only had male heirs and that they were both destined to grandiose but ultimately heartbreaking fates had him react differently to Delilah - for once, a child he can love without guilt or knowing that their future would cost their happiness. As such, Delilah definitely feels that love and adoration from her father, only to return it fiercely. Delilah does like Melissa, though! Her mother is a role model of sorts given her flexibility to adapt, survive and ultimately rescue others, and her bolder/fiery temper (when it is out - which is not often) is very similar to Melissa's when the former courtesan allowed herself to be dominated by emotion. Who they take after more: For those who haven't met Miles during his time as Elwin, it feels like she is more of a Melissa copy - with the right grace and manners but hiding a temper that is always ready to emerge if necessary (like anyone who carries the firebird in their hearts) and nurturing to a fault. However, the way injustice and lack of tolerance impact Delilah is very reminiscent of Elwin and his own struggles to bring about change to Rosaria. In many ways, she has adopted his most important fights and carries on in her own way. Personal Headcanon: Delilah has learned sign language - particularly because of her father. Given how severely injured Miles was on the night he almost died and the repercussions to his voice tone / ability to speak, Delilah was always very keen on ensuring communication at all times but in a manner that did not put an undue strain in Miles. That has been helpful in a number of different situations, too - trauma sometimes render people unable to talk, but signing remained as an option. She will gladly assist as an interpreter to anyone who needs help establishing communication. Faceclaim: Thomasin McKenzie.

#fire-branded #firebranded #v: FFXVI #if they had a kid #replied #I was watching a movie with Thomasin last week #and Delilah just came to mind #I wanted Elwin to have a girl for once ;-;#someone not destined to die horribly to a curse or whatever

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use-ur-inside-voice · 1 year ago

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The Summer I Turned Pretty, Taylor Swift, and the Beauty of Musical Cues and Heartbreaking Lyrics

“This is me trying” by Taylor Swift needs to be the song that plays during the end of Season 2 when Belly and Conrad talk during the motel scene OR during season 3 when Conrad speaks with Agnes. I would love for memories of Belly and Conrad to flash while he’s talking about how Belly is and always has been his first and only love.

I think this song playing would be great to show how Conrad has let down Belly time and time again because he fails to properly communicate with her. This song as it plays in the background will have the audience thinking about how Conrad’s actions, even though he loves her, are not always justified because at times it hurts the people he loves most, i.e., Belly, Jeremiah, but also how he’s hurt himself. This song can show how though Conrad tries and tries to do the right thing, the moral thing, to do what is expected of him, he’ll always feel that he can’t measure up. That he’ll always do the wrong thing and hurt people. That he’ll always feel like a screw up who doesn’t deserve to be loved or in love with anyone, but specifically with Belly.

I think if another Taylor Swift song were to play during a Belly and Jeremiah scene as one did already in Season 2 (“Delicate” Taylor’s Version), it should be “Ours” from Speak Now (TV). I think this song should play in season 3 when they announce their wedding (this happens in book 3 for those who haven’t read the books). I think this song in this specific context will represent a number of things.

That belly and Jere believe in their love and their decision to marry at ages 18 and 19 even though others may not approve like Laurel.

That Belly and Jere have something to prove.

Belly proving that she can love Jeremiah and that her decision to marry him is the right and safe one, even though her heart and head constantly aches for Conrad.

And Jere proving that his love for Belly is something more than just silly teen love. That his relationship with her is as vast and great as Belly’s relationship with Conrad. He’ll also have to prove to himself that he can love Belly even knowing that Belly will always and forever love Conrad and that Conrad will always love Belly. That their infinite love for each other will not interfere with Jere’s love for Belly.

I specifically think that the TV of “Ours” should play because Taylor’s voice and opinions have changed. She’s matured. And with that her feelings about the song and it’s’ meaning have matured. We see this since other songs like “Dear John” and “All Too Well” are direct contrasts to “Ours.” In “Ours” Taylor sings, “And life makes love look hard, the stakes are higher the water’s tough, but this love is ours.” I think when “Ours” plays during a Belly and Jeremiah scene, it can reflect how Belly’s thinking and rash decision to get married at 18 is not as mature as she thinks it is because she’s trying so hard to erase Jeremiah’s cheating and Conrad from her heart. Maybe we’ll see Belly’s face (played by the lovely Lola Tung) waver from a smile that’s bright to a more soft and weak smile to show how maybe this love between her and Jeremiah isn’t as strong as she thinks.

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part VIII): The Perfect 3/4 and Ending

This is it: the finale. HERE WE GO, everyone-- buckle in.

**Note**: I'll edit later~.

Grace apologizes for not telling Bob sooner; and Bob’s just happy that the crisis is averted.

…But he starts to relax his hold when Grace hands over the letter.

“I found this in your house. That’s me.”

Bob blanks.

“I’m going away tonight so… you won’t be reminded.”

Bob’s leaning away.

“I didn’t-- I didn’t know--” followed by profuse apologies.

Bob starts shutting down. “I gotta go.”

“Okay.”

“I gotta-- I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

Biggest of oofs, my guy. Understandable completely. But oof.

“I gotta…” and I can’t understand that part-- “wow” or “walk”?

There he goessssssss (clutching the letter)… well, compared to a lot of other 3/4 acts, this was pretty nice. I’d even say reasonable, and still sweet.

Grace takes the bike with her to Rome. Great choice. I’ll bet there’ll be some scenic, heartfelt shots with it.

Marty won’t get Angelo’s “you gotta run to see if they follow” hint; but he reluctantly lets his granddaughter go, alone, as planned.

Hugs and kisses. Love this little unit.

Grandpa doesn’t look up after hugging her-- he’s teary. Aw, man.

“Yeah,” says Grace to her friend. And that is all.

Megan-Bonnie understands: there’s still some anger at following her advice, but there’s more love; and, overall, a lot of processing she needs to do. And Minnie/Grace’s ready to go and for Bonnie to take her.

“Okay.”

Back to Bob, he's sittin’ and thinkin’ and doing some processin’ of his own. And apparently talking to his late wife, since he keeps looking up and mumbling quietly (which we, the audience can’t hear.)

His sittin’ and thinkin’ is around his work and the city; Grace’s sittin’ and thinkin’ is surrounded by cheery voices while cornering herself off near flowers.

He’s running with the dog (Mel) now… she’s painting somewhere now… the music is soft and contemplative and touching.

I think this was good for both in a way that usual 3/4 marks aren’t or don’t utilize fully: it’s not the “come win me back because of a misunderstanding” chase, it’s the “life’s tough and the rules have shifted; and we both need to figure out if we can handle them before getting back in the game” mature space and deliberation.

Ahhhhh, the canvas is blank because her dreams are empty and sad so she can’t paint them. Nice pay off, Bonnie Hunt. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

CHARLIE’S BACK. Bob is torn up and calls his pal, needing to talk to someone. Little voice crack, little sandpaper mouth, uh huh, uh huh.

At the same time, gossipy but well-meaning waiter sniffs blood in the water and swoops in to listen and give Minnie/Grace someone to vent to.

Lots of “yes”s from Bob and “si”s from Grace ensue.

Charlie’s face and the old men’s faces:

That is all.

Sophie being miffed that Wally didn’t even think to open the door for her-- “What a guy”-- and then INSTANTLY calling him back and running inside because Bob pulled up and shoving Wally aside to get back in was exquisite.

Bonnie Hunt has such a talent; and I love, love, love her details; with the above, but also Bob’s walk of shame (or trepidation… or both) contrasted to the first two times he dropped in. Hats off to you, Bonnie.

And I love that all the older folks are so nice, helping lower that last guard of Bob’s to reveal how worn and weary he is. Especially weary that, on top of it all, Grace/Minnie did leave (in part because the dedication to Elizabeth was next week.)

“Well, I’ve been thinkin’--”

An OUTBURST of support-- if a little TOO much-- from the table.

They’re the best.

The group nod along, knowing that the dedication’s next week and of course he has conflicted emotions.

��I miss Elizabeth,” Bob emphasizes. “I’ll always miss her. But I, uh…”

Great acting and directing choice, just letting the statement hang there.

…It’s still hanging there. Still a great choice.

…Yup, still hangin’. Still a great choice.

“--I ache for Grace,” Bob concludes, a yawning chasm opening up in the crack of his voice. (Kudos to you, Mr. Duchovny-- clap, clap!)

Also, “I ache for Grace”: the person, the concept, the metaphor, the etc.s of this situation. Masterful, understated line whoever wrote it.

The old people let that sit, knowing how loaded and powerful (in the fullest sense) that confession was.

“And I don’t know if I can… if she can--”

“She CAN!” butts in Sophie, who gets hushed by Grandpa Marty. I love these old fogies so much. (And Angelo’s face saying “every time” about Sophie in the third pic, I’m dying.)

Bob’s heartened and touched by both gestures.

Ooh, Marty’s got some words of wisdom. Let’s follow after and hear what he’s got to say.

Hope it’s not too cheesy because I might just like it too much.

ANGELO’S PEEPING; and Sophie’s rebuke gives way to her dying curiosity.

I CACKLED WHEN ANGELO YELLED “HE’S GOT HIM IN A CHOKEHOLD.” He doubled down until even the other two men had their doubts of their doubts and joined him in his transgression. A legend.

Can I become Angelo when I get to be his age? …Can I be Angelo now????

Grandpa Marty giving room for Bob to sort and refigure; but also trusts that his prayers led their two lives together because Grace needed a very special heart. THAT needs to be said with all sincerity and simplicity or it comes across as morbid and reductive. Marty does just that: he’s a simple man who loves his granddaughter, wants her happy; and prizes Bob, doesn’t discount the others' sorrows, and gives loving tribute to the memory of a woman he never met.

“When she met you, her heart beat truly for the first time. Perhaps it was meant to be with you always.”

His speech could teeter on cheesy; but he means every word, and Bob believes him. And to quote the movie Bolt: “If he believes it, the audience believes it.”

There’s that supernatural breeze again.

Speaking of supernatural, here’s the nuns I’ve heard about only briefly. They ride motorcycles, right?

Oh, they love her bike.

“Oh, no. Oh, no,” protests the nun while getting on the bike. Amazing.

Bob the Bike Boy is here-- ahhhhh, this is how he finds Minnie/Grace, got it. Mhm.

I was right. Cha ching (or in this case: *ching ching*.) Perfect.

There he goes!

I endorse this “escorting a nun” business. I like it, I like it A LOT.

Also: Bob tucks his head back as he approaches to better surprise Grace:

“Tu amor?” the nun guesses.

More like “Tu… *insert the Italian word for shocked*.”

“Si.” (Bringing back that exchange with the Italian waiter from earlier, nice touch for the 1000th time.)

Bob’s bashfully grinning. The nun’s full-on grinning. Grace’s grinning; and, overwhelmed, she starts tearing up.

“You came all the way to Italy?”

A little tilt then head nod: “I did.” (Look at that nun in the corner. Look at BOTH of them.) “I came all the way to Italy.”

A nice reunion hug.

…I know where this is leading and I don’t know if I’m ready but HERE WE GO, FOLKS.

‘Kay, cradling the face-- a signature DD move. ‘Kay, staring into the eyes with a wistful, soulful smile, mhm-- classic Duchovny move, classic. And--

Oh! We get an “I love you, Grace.” Nice little bonus.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand there it is: we get a heartbeat check. But it’s done so tenderly without fuss or drama that it stands for itself.

(The nuns are STILL there. You go, girls.)

Dedication time!

FENNINGTON IS THE MONKEY HOUSE PORTRAIT GUY. I kneeeeew it (though I had my doubts. But let it never be said I don’t know somethings.) We’re also not here to talk about his sizeable donations through the years, no no of course not.

Bob has a speech? Okay, Bob has a speech! (I’ve never been someone who likes movie speeches, I’m dying.)

BONNIE/MEGAN AND JOE AND THE KIDS BLESS YOU FOR BEING HERE YOU SAVED ME.

And Charlie got a whoop from the audience members we care about, whoo!

Also: the golf claps are killing me... It’s so awkward, and it always takes away from the authenticity of the speaker’s words. BUT it’s true to life; and we-- meaning I-- persevere.

THERE’S A WEDDING?? I like weddings, let’s go.

Wait.

Bonnie.

You got me. I love the fake out even more.

The last we see of Bob and Grace are them boppin’ to tunes in the Irish-Italian restaurant (and Bonnie/Megan checking in briefly before Joe sweeps her up as well) with his signature swing-out-then-in move.

(CHARLIE HAS A KID NOW?????)

And a happy little fade-to-black.

Well done, 90s romcom! You did good.

Thank you for taking this winding, rambly journey with me-- it was a ton of fun, and I hope you had fun, too~.

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part VIII #DD #txf #but not #mine #analysis #Minnie Driver #The Perfect 3/4 and Ending

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her-devils-advocate · 1 year ago

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Touch the darkness within me.

♥. Genre: angst / hurt and comfort

♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)

♥. content warnings: Mentions of a suicide attempt and depression, implied past abuse

♥. notes: I have been wanting to explore Valerie's background, especially with her opening up to Nate. It's been a while since I wrote angst to this degree, so I'm a bit rusty!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48536515

♥. Word count: 4,489

Her concealed wails are a mournful sirensong, twisting itself around every other sound until he is caught in its sorrowful grasp. The haunting tones guide him towards where he finds Valerie in the dead of night, sitting alone outside the warehouse.

She's staring out at the forest surrounding them, jade eyes sparkling in the moonlight shining down on her. The silver beams highlight the red rims of her eyes as more tears paint her cheeks. Her sniffles are muffled by a shaking hand as she bites down on the soft sleeve of her jumper, whimpering as more tears well up in her eyes, replacing the ones that had just fallen.

Yet no matter how much she tries to silence her pain, he would always be able to hear it as if those cries came from his mouth instead. Some nights he wishes that they did, just so she could get some relief from the shadows that continue to haunt her.

He goes to embrace her, pulling her so close that their hearts beat as one. Her’s a frantic pounding contrasting the gentle fluttering of his own. He weaves his fingers through her onyx hair as he tries to help soothe the raging storm within her. He doesn't ask, knowing she will tell him when ready. Knowing that at this moment, she is too fragile to open her mouth and have anything but cries tumble out.

The uncommon sight before him is a stark contrast to the woman she was during the gentle light of day. The strong yet warm Detective Michaelis, always smiling and laughing when not focused on a tough case.

“Shh, it’s alright,” He does his best to calm the waves threatening to drag her asunder, he is her beacon of light, piercing through the fog clouding her heart. “I’ve got you, it's ok.”

With those simple words, all the emotions and thoughts she had once locked away now come rushing free. The walls that had been erected throughout her childhood -walls solely to keep that pain hidden behind- had slowly begun to decay, allowing the avalanche that she is now buried under, struggling desperately for air.

As his touch slowly unravels her, she looks deep within her frightened heart. Was it worth it? To slowly learn to trust again, to love again when it resulted in forcing herself to face the problems that made her scared to do so in the first place?

As she feels Nate pressed up close to her, draping his incredibly soft leather jacket across her frozen shoulders, mumbling sweet nothings to help soothe her aching heart, she finds her answer: Yes.

He is her rock, always holding her when she falls, patiently waiting alongside her until she is able to stand. He never forces her to rise before she is ready but is always there to help raise her back up once she is.

Yet she feels like she is nothing more than a rock tied to him. Dragging him down every night she awakens with screams, disrupting him from his own reverie within the blanket of nightfall.

The thick guilt that swirls within her each time she bruises his gentle heart whenever she reveals just how bandaged her own is when it comes to her relationship with Rebecca, a complex relationship filled with love built upon years of solitude.

A girl just wanting her mother's love, happy with any amount to have received as she ignores the rising bitterness of her past. A relationship that taught her to trust only herself, for everyone else would leave her scarred and alone. A complex relationship full of love that shines so brightly, casting shadows that hide the bottled-up grudges.

The first relationship to leave her damaged, yet not the last.

Valerie never could learn to shield herself from people fully. When given enough time, enough hints of companionship, she would break apart and reveal that shielded heart, like a dulled geode hiding beauty within its shadows.

But with Unit Bravo, with Nate, the cracks in her composure felt good, felt safe. But the lingering fear of them leaving plagued her during the nights when the slivers of the silver moonlight were her only companion. During the nights when her demons broke loose to play with her mind. Nights that were thankfully less common now, yet not banished entirely.

The fear of what they would say if they knew of her past, knew how she once desperately wished to leave it all behind, how addicting the taste of that abyss felt. How she occasionally continues to hear its dark beckoning, trying its best to lull her back towards that ledge, the path of no return...for a human like her, at least.

It’s been years since the sickly sweet voice had last tormented her, yet its ghost continues to haunt her.

It all started with her mother, yet continued with Bobby. With each new bruise added to the collection, the lost university student studying law yet ignoring the irony of the situation. How those scars on her heart would split open and fester on a bad day, worsened by Murphy, only able to be soothed by Nate's gentle hands as he unknowingly chases it away.

She knows that she should tell him and that she needs to tell him. Something this important shouldn't be kept from him, not now that things are official and serious between them. Yet the fears claw at her throat with their slender fingers, wrapping around her tongue to hold it still in submission. Could he still love her knowing that once the sunlight dies, she is no more than a broken bird, unable to fly and caged within the shackles of her own heart?

Yes.

She hears the gentle echo of his voice in her mind, “You are no broken bird, ya rouhi. You are so strong, I wish you could see yourself the way we see you.”

But her fear at that moment is stronger.

Valerie slowly tilts her head to gaze at the wide expanse above them. The silence of the starless sky screams out at her, half in mockery, half in accusation. The unknown caresses her with its icy hands as she presses her face deeper into his warm chest, the scent of sandalwood surrounding her as she feels his warm hands press into her instead as she continues to sob. His hands hold her firmly in place as she seeks refuge within his sanctuary.

“Love, what is the matter? Please speak to me, you don’t need to keep it all bottled up within you anymore.” His deep voice cuts through the buzzing of her mind, bringing her out from its murky depths and back to reality.

Nate's eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the small woman, somehow appearing even smaller with the way she curls around herself within his hold. He wishes he could fix whatever had gone wrong to cause her such distress, but a part of him knows that such wrongs take time to heal, if they ever do. He could guess, using the small fragments he has glimpsed throughout their time together.

The way her eyes light up around Rebecca, only to dull once she leaves. A fake smile firmly placed upon her professional mask, a mask that eerily resembles the older woman herself until her real one slowly melts through hours later.

The way Tina fiercely defends her when she cannot herself, how she hates Rebecca so that Val can love her.

The way she carefully hides the urge to freeze whenever someone moves too quickly, too unpredictably around her. Or the urge that occurs when the mention of needles is carelessly thrown around her, the subtle squint paired with the balling of her fists silently showing her discomfort, signs easily missed by anyone not able to hear the increasing heart rate that follows. Signs that Mason had picked up on first, the rest of them following shortly after. How could they not study all the details which make her the person they grew to care for, to love as a family?

The way she always refuses the aid of sleeping pills, no matter how dark her nightmares grow, causing her eyes to grow darker. Her smile weary and dull the next day as exhaustion threatens to drag her down.

But despite all that he has seen, Nate would rather not think assumptions about her, no matter how accurate. He is content to hold her together until she is ready to pull herself apart, to let her show him why he holds her together in the first place.

He simply loves her too much to know those parts of her until she is ready to reveal them first.

The same way she sees how he flinches at the roaring thunder, too sharply for it to simply be his surprise at the crash echoing above them. Yet she never pries when he brushes it off with a smile, too forced to be genuine.

The way she swallows back the occasional barbed retort when pushed by her mother, knowing each one would hit him as well. Knowing that she still has something he had lost long ago and not taking that for granted before him.

The way she is far more adept with technology, yet never takes it upon herself to dredge up the lost answers of his past herself.

They both know that she could, yet she loves him too much. She is content to wait for him to reveal those shards of himself first.

He hadn’t realised how long they had sat there together, blanketed by the silence despite the screaming of their thoughts. He is brought back from deep within his mind when he feels her shift, her watery jade eyes peeking up at him. The vulnerability within causes his throat to tighten, the trust causes his heart to follow.

The love and concern written all over his face is obvious, the two battling over what displays on his handsome features the most. It would make Val giggle if her heart hadn't sunk deep within her, causing her to cling to him as her anchor, preventing her from drifting off into that dark unknown once more. But as she gazes deep into the dark brown of his eyes, she feels at home.

Her fears melt away as he caresses her cheeks, silently wiping away the marks of her anguish as she allows herself to get lost in his eyes.

His warm, brown eyes do not once leave her own, the newly revealed stars reflecting within them, twinkling through the gentle expression as he looks at her as if she is his world. She sees herself within his eyes, a mess in comparison to him, the rivers down her cheeks have become tinted with the black of her mascara, now slightly smudged from her tears being brushed away.

Yet he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Hey love,” His hushed voice takes her away from her pain, if only for a moment, as she composes herself before him. “Are you ready to talk?”

For the first time in a while, Valerie feels her heart overflow with a love she never knew existed outside of fairy tales, knowing that she was safe and that he would listen to her story without running. That he would stand tall beside her, even on the days when all she could do is crumble.

With a watery smile, she pulls away from his warm comfort into the cold of night. Almost as if the shadows could shield her from the conversation she dreads. The dark embrace of nightfall had comforted her for so long, yet even with those shadows wrapping themselves around her shaking form, she had never quite felt as exposed as she does before him.

Confusion and concern flicker across his face as he looks up at her, not wanting to be the one to break the serene quiet that had fallen now her tears had lessened. Not wanting to startle her as she slowly pulls the loose threads of herself tight once more.

“Yes…I think I am.” Her voice is a shaky whisper as she stands before him, it takes all his strength to not reach out and hold her once more, knowing that being held together would do more damage, that it could cause her to flee further into that night like a skittish deer. He knows that she needs to make the small cracks first before she can let that wall fully crumble to the ground. How can he know so much, yet so little, about the woman who owns his heart?

So he simply stands, he stands before her and waits. Nate has all the time in the world, he is willing to give it all to her.

“I’m not exactly sure where to start,” Val runs her hands through her hair as she paces, the action doing very little to bring her comfort as she tries to pull at the stitches holding her heart and mind together, “or how to start actually… This might take a while. It might take a few days.”

Nate smiles down at her, a smile full of warmth and support that never fails to set her heart ablaze, no matter how frozen the day had caused it to grow.

“Take all the time you need, ya rouhi. If you need a suggestion, why not start with the main cause of your distress? We can have the discussion whenever you need, however often you need.”

Her fidgeting is brought to a halt as his words surround her. Relief washes over her small frame in waves as it sinks in, the olive branch he’s offered, a way out of needing to bare her whole heart to him in that fractured moment. A moment where she can’t even piece the story together, let alone weave it together for another to be able to follow.

It almost brings her to tears once more, almost. She holds it back as best as she can, having cried enough for the both of them tonight.

She comes to stand before him, looking up at his tall figure, highlighted by that sickeningly familiar glow of moonlight. A sight that helps settle the frantic pounding of her heart, the shaking of her hands. She fiddles with the end of her braid as she nods, a nervous tick of hers that he has grown used to.

“Ok, I can do that, I can start with what happened today and maybe go from there.” Valerie takes a deep breath, not able to meet his eye for longer than a brief glance, her eyes dart around the scenery circling them as if not looking at him could hide her from his own gaze. As if it could protect her from his reactions.

“Do you ever feel numb to everything around you? Like you are watching a movie of yourself in real-time and yet the you in the movie isn’t accurate, no matter how hard you try to act like yourself it's just not…you? It’s like the more I try to act normal, the more distant I feel from myself in these moments. It feels like my emotions are hidden behind the dull fuzz of radio static, I know they are there but I can never seem to reach them. Not until that dam breaks, one way or another, and they all come rushing through to overwhelm me and make me wish that I could go back to feeling that numbness.

Then there's the sadness that follows, it’s an odd kind of sadness that I don’t even know how to describe. The type that tears you to shreds from within, pulling you towards actions you would never do normally, things you regret when pulling yourself together the next day. I’m fine though…Or will be fine, it's just that the familiar feeling has been creeping up on me again recently. I guess it came to a boiling point earlier today.”

She looks down at the ground between them, her eyes shut tight as she bites her tongue, already regretting the words that it had released into the cold sky. The admission that not even Rebecca knew, for it would eat her alive from the guilt. An admission that no one had heard since she uttered it to Tina years prior. The first and last time those words had been given life, until now.

Those dark, consuming feelings terrify her now that she has something to lose, someone important that could be scared away by the brief whisper of the words, the brief glimmer of what she kept hidden. Not that he would be scared away from her or let something like that push him away from her side, yet the thoughts refuse to leave her alone, eating away at her from the inside.

Nate had taken her world of grey and taught her how to paint life back into it, never one to do it for her, purely giving her the tools to do so without even knowing. The thought of falling back into that grey unnerved her, the unwelcome fears come crawling out from the woodwork at the smallest whisper of her past.

Nate doesn’t leave her stewing within her muddled thoughts for long as he takes Valerie’s smaller hands within his larger ones, gently stroking the soft, pale flesh with his thumb before giving her hands a light squeeze. The action is soft and reassuring, letting her know that he’s still there, still hers.

His eyebrows furrow in concern as his own tears gather in his eyes. Yet he refuses to let them fall, not wanting to cause her more distress or to add more unneeded guilt onto her list. His heart aches at her confession, panic begins to swell in his chest at the implications laced between each word. The fear of losing her sets off alarm bells within his mind, the fear of what could have been makes them a cacophony.

He brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing feather-light kisses to her fingertips before letting one of her hands go in order to place a slender finger under her chin. He gently tilts her chin upwards, sighing inwardly as he spots her eyes tightly shut still.

He bends down to press a tender kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger as his voice caresses her. “Thank you for telling me, Val. I can’t say that I am familiar with what you’ve described, but I will do whatever it takes to help you through it, no matter what it takes or when it strikes.”

His heart swells with pride as he sees the strength that she had hidden away within her shielded heart. A certain type of strength he knew she would deny if spoken aloud but one he could always see within her, it shines brighter than the sun before him the moment she reveals her heart to him. The strength she holds lets her open up in ways unfamiliar to her, to push through the panic contracting her silence.

He beams down at her as she slowly opens her eyes to gaze up at him, the action causing the sides of his eyes to crinkle as he moves to slowly cover her face in kisses. Trailing down her nose, across each cheek before coming down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

“How did you usually handle such feelings? I can’t imagine that it has been easy for you.” He doesn’t miss the slight wince his question provokes, nor the way she bites her lip in hesitation, the urge to abort the conversation and run growing strong within her. So he simply tucks her head into the crook of his neck, cradling her close and letting the warmth of his body thaw the shivering overtaking her.

“The last time I acted on them, I ended up in a hospital,” She almost gasps with how easily the bitter confession fell from her lips, despite the fear that once kept it chained up within her.

She shrinks deeper into his hold when she hears his own sharp intake of breath, too quick for him to hide. Yet his gentle hands continue to hold her in place. He continues to hold her together as his fingers idly thread themselves through the braids in her hair, doing his best to comfort her without interrupting her constantly weaving train of thought.

“I’m alright now, that happened six years ago and I’ve made a lot of improvements since then. To the point where I really am alright now, more than alright, in fact! Tina was the one to help me through all that, she was in the hospital with me every day for as long as they let her stay.”

“I’m glad that you had her with you during those moments, it must have been scary for you.” He sways her gently within his arms, a silent dance under the moon's soft glow. His heart tries its best to not break with her confession, knowing that she is safe now. That the evidence of her safety is currently sniffling within his embrace, painting his shirt with old tears brought back to life, not that he minds.

He makes a mental note to buy Tina some fancy chocolates as a late thank you, adding flowers for Val onto the list.

“What about Rebecca?” She freezes in his arms, the question shooting a new shard of ice into her chest. That shard of ice digs deep, letting old and almost forgotten emotions bleed out. “Was she-”

“There?” Val’s shaky voice cuts through his own less-than-stable one. The word rushes out of her as if it would get trapped should she speak any slower. She trips on her words, not trusting herself to continue once she has stopped, not giving herself the chance to escape after pausing for a breath.

Each confession feels like lead on her tongue, filling her with unnecessary shame as she shines a light on the dark corners of her past. She knows that she shouldn’t feel ashamed, yet the sensation swims within her chest regardless, trying to drag her under as she peels away the fractured pieces of her mask of perfection.

“No, she didn’t know. I had changed my emergency contact for the hospital to Tina a few years before that. If Mum knew…she certainly never visited, so there's a good chance she doesn’t know at all. She can’t know, Nate. I’m sorry to throw all this onto you like that.”

He lets out the breath that he had been holding, the warmth of it brushing over her cold cheeks as he does. “You don’t need to apologise for any of this, Valerie. I am glad that you trust me enough to share parts of your past. You can always tell me anything, I hope you know that. As for Rebecca, she won’t learn about it from me, not if you wish for her to not know.”

He holds her shoulders, manoeuvring her so that he can gaze into her eyes. He gives her a watery smile of his own as he does, relieved that she had already exhausted all her tears for the evening as she peers up at him.

“I wish that I could do more for you,” he sighs, the sound is deep and old as an emotion Valerie can’t place swirls within his eyes.

“But you have done so much for me, Nate. More than I thought I deserved for a long time. You are like…one big ray of light on the days when I feel sad. Your smile never fails to send my heart and mind into overdrive, feeling more happiness than I know how to handle.” She brings a delicate hand up to caress his jaw, her thumb slowly stroking his cheekbone, giggling gently as she does. “You are the wordsmith out of the two of us, so I’m sorry if that doesn’t make much sense or sounds too cheesy.”

At that, the tense atmosphere that had been bubbling around them seemed to melt away as he slowly unties what remains of Val’s braid, her constant fidgeting paired with his own had made it far messier than she preferred.

“I didn’t want to make you sad or worried- seems like that is one of my talents recently,” she gives a weak chuckle at the light glare he throws her way. “I was having a bad day, which hasn’t happened in a while now that I think about it. I don’t think anything caused it either, it snuck up on me out of nowhere and I guess I just panicked. I had been meaning to tell you everything and I think that just stressed me out to the point of overthinking it and panicking even more than I previously was. I was scared to lose you, especially over something that had happened years ago.”

A chill wind cuts through the gap between them as the remains of the night fade away to greet the rising sun. The few remaining inky spectres -no longer content on dredging up the past- retreat from the light as Val watches the sunrise shine through his eyes.

Despite the harsh wind building up around them, she no longer feels the cold nipping at her skin as she sinks deep into his leather jacket, still gently hanging from her shoulders. Her cheeks grow even warmer as he moves to zip it up, amusement shining in his eyes as she almost vanishes beneath the old leather.

“If you feel like you are having another bad day, please come to me. Even if you don’t wish to discuss it, you don’t need to handle it alone, Val. You could never scare me away.” As if to punctuate his point, he quickly kisses the tip of her cold nose before pressing his forehead to hers.

Under the golden light of dawn, Nate hesitates before taking a deep breath, almost begging the words to conjure themselves so that he didn’t need to. “I know what it's like to fear someone else's reaction to the past, what they might say, what they might be too afraid to say. You mean so much to me Val, to all of us. You don’t need to worry about scaring any of us away, we are a team, that goes beyond the agency.”

The smile she graces him with makes everything worth it as she laces her fingers with his own, clinging to him tightly as she turns to watch the sunrise and the way it causes the warehouse facade to glow in gentle hues of orange.

As he looks down at her, he notices Valerie standing a little taller, no longer being weighed down by those fears that had clung to her with all their might.

#♥. writing #♥. Valerie #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #detective x nate #female detective x nate #twc angst #wayhaven angst

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fourtyfourcatss · 1 year ago

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Hello! I saw that matchup trades were open, and I thought I'd offer you one on my side blog @courtofmatchups

I'd like to send one in for Twisted Wonderland for an OC if that's cool

How Saima describes themself: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold). Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in low ponytails because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk)

-> for saima !

[i’ll be using both sets of pronouns for her] — hope you enjoy!

twst ✦ silver

✦ saima has captured the heart of… silver!

✦ the first meeting is embarrassing for both parties; saima is waving their hand around wildly at the courtyard while chastising ace, and at the very same moment, ruggie is rushing to get leona’s lunch to the savanaclaw dorm, and runs right into silver. he trips, and saima end up wacking his face. hard. and then, since he was in the midst of falling, he hits the ground extra hard. then grimm, who had been on saima’s shoulders panicked, and saima losing balance on the uneven grass, falls down onto silver. its not a romantic position at all….

✦ after the apologies, neither of them could really let the situation go, small as it is. there was so many people around! everyone was looking! silver feels shame at how he did not notice ruggie, or even dodge saima’s flurry of hands. it was unbefitting of someone with knightly conducts. usually, he does not get so worked up so easily, but in particular, he had always wanted to give a good impression upon malleus’ friend, and now because of his tired disposition… 🙁

✦ buuttt it all works out in the end ✨ eventually, the two of them get a moment of time together, and tie off the embarrassing first impressions to start anew a very contrasting friendship! a man with a fatigued countenance and an upbeat prefect! though, it seems that while silver still seems to doze off here and there, he can still reply and recall what saima has said even while he was in a daze! how odd..

✦ silver greatly admires saima’s values in family and the way she is viewing the world, brightened in optimism and trying their hardest! he himself can understand the amount of love and drive that is given with the meaning behind every action. the appreciation they have for one another runs deep, extremely so the more and more they learn of each other and their pasts. he can see how diligent and endearing she is as a person, trying to improve any aspect — though, he isnt too partial to horrifying facts 😨

✦ he doesnt need a therapist, meaning they dont have to exhaust that extra emotional energy. he’s extremely good at listening though, so he will definitely be someone to confide in for saima! they can tackle vulnerable situations together no problem! he’s not too good at comfort, but he will try, and saima can definitely pick themselves back up

✦ absolutely watches anime and abridged fairy tales with saima! as long as he doesn’t need to do much, he’ll definitely be an active participant (as much as he can). he isnt too good with video games or the like, so saima uses it as a bonding activity for the two of them!

✦ theyre just the sweetest, spinning cotton candy with interactions. saima definitely tones down her voice to whisper in his ears to test if silver is awake or not. it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. but oh, he absolutely adores their voice.

#twst matchup #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x oc #oc matchups #twst silver

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Chapter 4 -

Summary; a terrible misunderstanding can always be solved over a solid portion of Italian food; Julia and William sort their troubles out, and find themselves getting more personal and closer;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, soft!William; Halloween; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; none I think; maybe indication of steamy relationship;

A/N; trying to dig a little deeper, so their friendship will grow even more; I just feel like William is the perfect chill guy to talk to about everything, and I’d love nothing more to just spend time with him on the sofa 😉

Words; 3.5K

“And when we go crashing down, we come back every time”

As William and Julia arrived at William's apartment building, they rode the lift to the 33rd floor, and he guided them into his condo.

"Hello there," Julia greeted with enthusiasm as they were welcomed by Pablo and Banksy at the entrance.

"Looks like someone's really excited to see you, huh,” William remarked with a chuckle as he made his way to the kitchen through the living room.

"I'm pretty excited to see you too," she playfully responded, engaging with the energetic Goldendoodle as they moved into the living area.

Julia was left speechless when she caught sight of the breath-taking view from the living room.

“Shiiit,” she whispered softly as she entered the room, and William couldn't help but chuckle as he fetched plates from the kitchen. "You know, I’d kill for a view like this," Julia joked.

William grinned, enjoying her reaction. "Well, I suppose I could always check out if there’s another condo available," he teased, placing the plates on the coffee table.

Julia laughed, "If only I could afford to live in a place like this."

"You never know" William playfully replied, "maybe one day you'll be the famous architect behind a skyscraper with an even better view."

Julia slightly blushed at the compliment, and they both settled down to enjoy their meal while watching TV and taking in the mesmerising cityscape before them.

As Julia admired the breathtaking view, she couldn't help but take in the exquisite details of William's condo. The spacious living room featured plush, cream-colored sofas that contrasted beautifully with the rich, dark wood flooring. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm and inviting glow across the room, and a tastefully arranged collection of art adorned the walls, hinting at William's appreciation for creativity.

Large, floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one wall of the living room, offering a panoramic vista of the city below. The twinkling lights of skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, making it feel like they were dining among the stars.

"I didn't know you liked Sugo's," William remarked as they unpacked their takeaway.

"I've only tried it once, just last week," Julia responded. "Auston and Mitch had recommended it, so Charlie and I decided to give it a shot, and now I'm in love."

William chuckled at her words. "Well, it's pretty amazing."

They both sat on the sofa, with Pablo and Banksy happily joining them, as they savoured their Italian cuisine and watched a rerun of one of William's favourite TV shows.

During their meal, they exchanged stories about their day, discussing Julia's busy workday and how William’s training had been tough but good. While their conversation remained platonic, they both felt a slightly urge to delve into more personal topics, as they had during their previous time, they were alone.

"You feel ready for the upcoming games?" Julia asked, offering a warm smile as she set her cutlery down to indicate she had finished eating. She then sat back relaxing on the sofa with her feet up, and William mirrored her relaxed composure as he’d also finished his food.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling good about the games. We've been working hard on techniques, and I'm in great shape, so.”

"I'm sure you'll do great," Julia said with a soft, friendly smile. "You work hard, Willy. It's quite impressive how dedicated you all are."

"Well, it's our job, and we get paid quite well, but it's also our passion," William said with a light chuckle. "We work hard because we love it."

Julia smiled as she admired his calm demeanour and his genuine passion for hockey, which shone through.

"I envy you," she admitted softly. William looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression, encouraging her to continue. "I mean, you have talent, and luckily, you're passionate about your sport. You've always known what you wanted to do with your life."

"I suppose,” William smiled. “What about you?”

"Oh, I've never been so sure," Julia said, stroking Pablo. "I spent two years working and travelling because I didn't know what else to do. Then I ended up in Business School, which I never thought I would, but it seemed right at the time."

Julia paused, uncertain if she was revealing too much. However, William's attentive gaze put her at ease, and she sensed that he wanted her to continue.

"You didn’t like it?"

Julia shrugged. "People kept telling me I was smart and had a thing for numbers, but it’s not like I loved it. I just did it to get a degree in something. But then when I moved back to London and found the job at Milton's, I was genuinely excited. I knew nothing about the construction business, but as it turned out, I was pretty good at project management. Plus, my financial skills came in handy, so I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

William smiled. He found her story intriguing. Julia was indeed intelligent, and he could tell that she enjoyed making an effort regarding her work - which he could very much relate to.

"Why exactly did you move back to London?" he inquired, and Julia's smile faded a bit. She sighed and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Because of my ex-boyfriend," she said quietly, looking down at her glass of water in her hand. "After he’d finished his master’s degree, he wanted to move back to England, so I moved in with him," Julia added, managing a faint smile.

Julia had met Ezra during Business School in Copenhagen. He was a couple of years older than her, and another fellow Brit, who’d taken the opportunity to study abroad, and when he met Julia, he was immediately intrasquad. And so was she. Ezra was the overall son-in-law dream guy with confidence, and his finances and life all together. He had a habit of getting what he wanted with his overly charming character and schmuck smile – which Julia now, when rethinking it, thought to be more narcissistic and arrogant style of behaviour.

"Sorry, if you don't want to talk about it," William said softly, sensing Julia's diminishing enthusiasm when discussing her ex. She looked up at him and offered a smile.

"It's okay; it was tough at the time, but I'm all good now."

"What happened?"

Julia hesitated for a moment. She was somewhat surprised by William's curiosity about her past.

But William wanted to know more about her past. A part of him was curious to know, how such an intelligent, strong, and independent woman, had chosen to move across the world, when she seemed to have it all already.

"Not much, really... the nice version is that we simply grew apart," she replied.

"And the not-so-nice version?" William chuckled.

"Well, he had a change of heart, out of nowhere," Julia simply stated.

"Like how? Did he kick you out, or..."

"Yes… Well, we were engaged," Julia sighed, and William's eyes widened a bit. "The bastard proposed on New Year's Eve, and I said yes. But then, five months later, he changed his mind."

"Wait, what?" William was taken aback a little. "Just like that?"

"Our relationship wasn't perfect... after several arguments and discussions, I expressed that I wanted more, like travelling together and experiencing new things. For him, it meant taking our relationship to the next level, so he proposed," Julia explained, chuckling softly.

"But why did you say yes if you didn't want to?"

Julia had never really liked the question - a question she had been asked too many times, but she knew the answer.

"People do crazy things… when they're in love," she simply replied.

William didn’t know how to reply. Hearing Julia speak about her previous relationship made him understand why she was cautious about her feelings towards him. She had been hurt by her ex, and now she likely wanted to be more guarded with her heart. It all made sense.

"He sounds like a jerk," William finally managed to say, which made Julia laugh a little.

"Yeah, I suppose," she smiled. "But honestly, looking back, it was probably for the best. I never would have fit into his lifestyle; his family was all about flaunting their wealth and impressive educations."

William nodded in understanding and smiled. "That doesn't really sound like you."

Julia chuckled. He was right, but the fact that they had grown so close in such a short matter of time for him to say something like that, she found quite enjoyable. "Not at all - his mother wanted me to be a stay-at-home mum, which there's nothing wrong with, but it's not really for me."

William joined in on Julia's light laughter. "No, I couldn't imagine you doing that. You're definitely a workaholic."

“Oi!” Julia exclaimed, "I mean, true… but low blow.”

They both chuckled for a little while, Julia still petting Pablo, who lay beside her.

“I’m sorry, JJ - you deserve better,” William offered a soft smile.

“Thanks, but it’s all good now, besides I’m a work in prog-mess,” she said, offering a soft smile. "Sorry, let’s talk about something else - something not so dull and depressing.”

William chuckled lightly as they redirected their conversation back to hockey and how he had been preparing for the games.

Julia had been growing increasingly fond of hockey since she was welcomed into the NHL world. She felt like a part of the team's circle of friends and family, thanks to Charlie and Mitch, and to some extent, William.

"He really seems to like you, huh," William smiled as he glanced at Pablo, who was still lying by Julia's legs.

"Well, it's a good thing I like him too," she smiled. "Although it might be time for me to head home, sorry Pablo."

William smiled as Julia slowly got up from the sofa, so she didn't disturb Pablo too much.

"Do you need a ride home?"

Julia shook her head. "I'm good, Wonderboy, but thanks."

“A big, tough girl, right,” William chuckled.

He smiled as he closed the front door behind Julia after she had left his condo. He wasn't used to spending such intimate time with a girl where it wasn't sexual or flirtatious. He wasn't used to having conversations that delved into feelings and deep thoughts. But with Julia, he found it effortless to spend hours just talking. It was comfortable, and it felt right.

Approximately 30 minutes later, William received a message from Julia:

jjonesss: Home now 😉 Thanks for tonight - please say goodnight to Pablo and Banksy for me 🐶

williamnylander: They say goodnight too 🐶

The team was on the road for 10 days.

Julia and William's communication had increased quite a bit since they'd last spoken. It started innocently enough, with Julia sharing an Instagram post with a joke about the differences between the Scandinavian countries. Then, William shared a video about the distinctions between UK English and American English, and things just snowballed from there. It didn’t take long before they were chatting almost every day - well, mostly through Reels.

Their interactions became something of a habit. which was almost more frequent than the constant communication between Auston and Charlie. While William and Julia kept their conversations friendly, with some light teasing and banter, Auston and Charlie's discussions took a steamier and more intense turn. Since Auston was a young, charming bachelor on the road, Charlie, in her typical cheeky style, had offered to "lend him a hand" to keep his spirits up.

Fortunately, the girls talking to the lads was a good thing, as it turned out they needed some cheering up. The boys won the first of five matches but ended up losing the other four.

Auston had called Charlie from his hotel room after the third game, wanting to talk and have her distract him from the loss. He wasn’t exactly good at showing his emotions, but Charlie had a way of drawing out his feelings, which, truth be told, he secretly enjoyed.

William, on the other hand, remained cool and collected after matches. He was the easy-going lad who always looked on the bright side. His sayings like "we'll get them next time" and "hey, at least we did score a pretty good goal" endeared him to his teammates. Mitch also helped keeping the spirit light with his terrible dad-like jokes and cheesy comments.

While the team was on the road, Julia and Charlie would either go to their favourite bar or just hang out at home to watch the games. Julia was the cook in charge, and Charlie enjoyed her growing friendship with her not-so-new British co-worker. They’d talk about work and the games, but mostly about Charlie’s new relationship with Auston - which was still on situationship level - as well as Julia’s quirky friendship with William. And then they’d of course also talk generally about men, dating, sex, and much more.

On Sunday, they all decided to go out for brunch, including Stephanie and Tessa. The girls felt the need for some time off as well, having been the ones lending a listening ear to their men as they discussed their recent losses. While they were more than happy to be there for their partners, they also recognised the importance of taking a break over brunch.

And for some much-needed girl talk.

"I mean," Stephanie began, as they shared their thoughts and experiences of being in relationships with NHL hockey players, "I adore Mitch, and I genuinely want to support him. But sometimes, I just need some me-time, you know?"

Tessa nodded in agreement, fully understanding the sentiment.

"Not to scare you, Charlie, or anything," Stephanie continued with a light chuckle, "but being with these guys... it's not always a walk in the park."

Charlie nodded, letting out a light laugh in response. "Don't worry, Steph, Auston and I are nowhere near that close to a relationship. For now, it's all about having fun," she explained, and the girls smiled, intrigued by the ongoing dynamic between the happy almost-couple.

"Well, I think there's definitely something more to it," Tessa chimed in. "Mo mentioned that Auston has talked quite a bit about you in the locker room."

Julia and Stephanie playfully teased Charlie with playful "oooohhh's" and flirty looks.

"Ladies, please! We're just having a great time," Charlie reassured them, but the girls continued to giggle and wink, causing Charlie to blush even more.

"And just how great is this time, exactly?" Julia mischievously inquired, clearly looking for some juicy details.

Charlie leaned in and whispered, "Let's just say that Auston may play inside the lines on the ice, but in bed, he's all about playing way outside those lines."

The girls couldn't contain their excitement, responding with synchronised "oohhhh's."

"And... just how large is his... stick?" Tessa playfully asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure I want to know,” Stephanie said.

“Oh, I do,” Julia chuckled.

As if on cue, a waiter approached with a massive pepper grinder, offering to season their food.

Charlie glanced at the grinder, then back at the girls, raising her eyebrows a couple of times, leaving no doubt in their minds.

"oooohhhh," the other girls responded in unison, thoroughly entertained by the playful banter.

October 31st – Halloween

On the next Monday, Julia found herself strolling the streets of Toronto on a chilly night, all dressed up in her costume.

As she, Phoebe, Tyler, and Keith, a friend of Tyler, meandered through the neighbourhood, their outfits drew compliments and giggles from fellow trick-or-treaters. Phoebe's zombie princess attire, in particular, was striking, with makeup that truly made her appear undead. A wish of her own. Tyler confidently strutted in his Iron Man costume, while Keith embraced the role of Captain America with patriotic enthusiasm.

However, when Phoebe suddenly announced her urgent need for the loo, Julia contemplated making a small detour to William's flat, as it was conveniently nearby. It was Halloween, after all, and a quick visit to a friend's flat seemed like a fun idea.

jjonesss: hey Willy, are you at home? 😊

williawmnylander: yeah, why? 😊

jjonesss: would you mind if we pop round real quick? I’ve got a six-year-old princess who really needs to pee, and we're just around the corner from your place 😅

williamnylander: sure, no problem 😊

“Don’t worry, Phoebe, we can swing by my friend Willy's place,” Julia reassured the nearly bursting girl.

"Willy?" Phoebe inquired; her curiosity piqued. "Is he like Willy Wonka?"

Julia couldn't help but laugh at the comparison. "Well, not exactly, love. He's not a chocolatier with a magical factory, but he's a really nice guy and a great friend."

Phoebe, with her vivid imagination, appeared intrigued by the concept of a friend named 'Willy,' even if he wasn't a candy-maker with a whimsical world of chocolate and wonder.

Approaching William's apartment building, Julia rang the doorbell, her Cruella de Vil costume certainly catching the eye. After the buzz, they rode the lift, as Phoebe’s eyes were almost watering. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing an amused William, dressed casually, having opted to skip a Halloween costume this year.

"Well, look who's here," William greeted with a grin, taking in their costumes. "You all look great!"

Julia laughed. "Thanks, William. Happy Halloween!" She then gestured towards Phoebe, who was hopping from foot to foot. "Phoebe desperately needs to use the loo. Mind if we come in for a minute?"

"Of course, come on in!" William stepped aside to allow them entry. “It’s that door over there,” he pointed.

“Thanks, Wonka!” Phoebe exclaimed as she hurried inside.

“Did she just call me Wonka?” William asked Julia, raising an eyebrow.

Julia couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s sort of your new nickname,” she said, giving him a playful wink.

William let out a small laugh, then noticed Keith and Tyler's costumes. "Iron Man and Captain America, huh? Great choices, boys!" he complimented.

Tyler and Keith stood almost completely frozen with their mouths open. But then Julia nudged Tyler’s side lightly and he shook out of it. He beamed with pride. "Thanks, William!"

Julia knew that the young boy was completely starstruck, but he managed to sort of play it cool.

Inside, Phoebe found her way to the loo, while Julia, Tyler, and Keith settled in the living room. William offered them some Halloween candy, and they chatted for a bit about their trick-or-treating adventures.

Pablo immediately hopped onto Julia’s lap, which elicited a chuckle from William.

“Look who’s happy to see you, huh.”

Banksy was quick to join them as well but decided to seek cuddles from the young boys instead.

Julia simply smiled as she petted the spiriteddoodle.

“If it isn’t my favourite little guy,” she exclaimed.

“Be careful, Pablo - she’s a dog killer,” William joked, referring to her costume.

“Don’t worry, honey - it’s only Dalmatians,” she pretended to whisper. “And naughty boys.”

Phoebe eventually came round to join them in the living room. "Thank you, Wonka," she said with a grateful smile.

Julia turned to William. "Thanks for letting us drop by, Will. We should get going so the kids can continue their candy hunt."

"Absolutely, anytime! Happy Halloween, guys!" William said as they all walked back to the hallway.

As Julia, Phoebe, Tyler, and Keith prepared to leave William's flat and continue their Halloween adventure, William couldn't resist offering a compliment on Julia's Cruella de Vil costume.

"By the way, JJ, you look really sexy," he said with a charming smirk.

Julia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she tried to maintain a nonchalant demeanour. "Thanks, Willy. It's just a Halloween costume, you know."

Despite her efforts to downplay the compliment, she couldn't help but secretly relish the flattery. William had a talent for making her feel special, and even though they were just friends, there was an undeniable chemistry between them.

With a final wave, they left William's building, continuing their Halloween journey with smiles on their faces.

After Julia had finished removing her makeup and settled into her bed, she scrolled through her phone and decided to message William.

jjonesss: hey, just wanted to thank you again for today 😊 you truly saved a damsel in distress 😉

williawmnylander: haha no problem at all 😂 the least I could do, and it was nice to see you

jjonesss: we were very grateful 😊 likewise, the boys only talked about you all the way home 😂

williawmnylander: well, I am pretty amazing, so of course they did 😂

jjonesss: wow… think you need to work on that confidence just a tad 😂

williawmnylander: what can I say, not all superheroes wear capes 😎💪🏻 besides, at least I got to see you in that outfit 😛

jjonesss: William! Inappropriate much 😅 you’re such an idiot

williawmnylander: yeah, but a charming idiot 😜

Julia couldn't help but chuckle at his cheekiness, but she also had to admit to herself that she rather enjoyed it.

#archive #we never go out of style

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