#i worked so hard to stop her from always bringing me trinkets as i have one million trinkets from her

[bloodmoonclover]

never is my love language being gift giving/acts of service clearer than when i, a taurus, am with my pisces mother

[nymph-ette111]

hiiiiiii!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) could you do a simon cof x sweet, feminine reader headcannons? made my own headcannons to share with you because ily and i love this prompt(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

♡ i imagine reader and simon would go out, hes wearing the same crusty ass grey hoodie while shes dressed up all cute and pretty >.<

♡ he reeks of nicotine while she smells like neapolitan marshmallows<3 hes obsessed with her scent. he literally loves using her bodycare/haircare products over his 3 in 1 men shampoo (if he even showers that is) because he'd smell more like her.

♡ she shares absolutely everything of her purchases. she'd do little mini hauls to Simon, showcasing her new pink ballerina flats, sugarbunnies plushie she had to fight a war for in mercari, too faced chocolate bar palette, cute japanese stationary, and a lot of new clothes. Simon loves it. he loves seeing her happy. (may even buy her things he thinks she would love if he didn't have a smoking addiction<3)

♡ she doesnt only share that though she also loves talking his ears off about anything and everything<3 at first he was annoyed with her constant talking but when he spoke of it, she stopped talking so much and he got guilty and missed her overtalking. he tried to bring her spark back in talking and it worked

♡ shes compassionate and kind, understanding his struggles (but not condoning his actions) and helping him to get better. (he really wants to be saved by her but feels that he just cannot.)

♡ he really doesn't get why she's with him. Hes depressed, miserable, and difficult to be with. His low self esteem sometimes gets the best of him and he starts believing that he's not worthy of her, often leaving her on read, missing her calls, and ignoring her. (im sensing attachment issues) reader clutches w communication though :3

♡ they'd explore abandoned buildings. Simon's there to smoke blunts while readers there to get awesome fit pictures<3 they would go a long way travelling and reader the most practical girl you know has her feet hurt from walking on platforms. they either take lots of breaks or Simon just carries her on his back (unlikely)

♡ talk about taking fit pictures, Simon's technically her photographer. She has a blog where she posts fashion and besides the mirror pics, Simon's always the one taking the pictures. He's quite good at it too.

some of these headcannons probably won't work in his time but who cares(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ) hope this prompt isnt that hard to write for..(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)you can always ignore if you want!! thankkkkkk you x3 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxxooxoxoxox

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF SMOKING, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION

AUTHOR'S NOTE; WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU!!! probably inaccurate for both the character and the timeline... listen, I don't know what swedish people were up to in 2012 leave me alone. also not very happy with this, still trying to figure out how to write Simon :3

-he looks comically out of place in your room. just imagine a pastel pink room filled to the brim with cute plushies, shelves full of little trinkets and books, floral bedding and lace curtains. a wall full of movie posters, magazine pages, and little polaroids of your most treasured moments, and then there's a depressed smoke addict.

-you know those videos where it's a boyfriend sleeping in their girlfriend's girly room with a bunch of plushies on top of him? yeah, basically same situation.

-his sleep schedule is fucked up. either he pulls an all nighter or is passed out till 3 pm. when it's one of those times where Simon feels tired, you just let him sleep in your bed whilst you do whatever.

-it's also a great opportunity to gather the perfect pictures for black mailing.

-he just looks so stupid in your room I love him.

-doesn't care about your plushies but will learn to treat them nicely after you yelled at him for 15 minutes straight about how it's unacceptable to throw rilakkuma off the bed just so he could sit down.

-punches the plush when you aren't looking.

-he definitely gives you that pink hello kitty hoodie to wear. or he wears it instead so you two could match. that's probably your idea and he obliges because it's something you love and enjoy.

-really like the idea of him being your personal photographer. he's always the first to leave a like on whatever you post, especially if it's he who took the picture.

-doesn't know anyone besides you. his followings on social media just contain a bunch of his favorite bands and your account.

-a bit sad but I can see him borrowing your money (with permission) to buy cigarettes if his mother refuses to give him any. he wants to buy you stuff you might like but he's too busy spending it on his addiction :(

-he instead draws you your favorite characters so you can put it on the wall alongside your other pictures.

-has never been in the vicinity of a woman without being an awkward shit. moral of the story he doesn't know anything about girls. his knowledge of things is pretty vague, so please don't be surprised if you see him just poking around your vanity and asking a million different questions on what certain products do and why.

-his mother is very happy her son finally found a girlfriend. she approves of you and thinks you're an absolute sweetheart. always asks Simon when you will visit them again.

-you two definitely earn a few stares in public because how did such a sweet and pretty girl end up with a guy like Simon.

-it pisses him off endlessly but can't help his thoughts and feelings. thinks he doesn't deserve you or any of the kind shit you do for him.

-like nonnie said, he probably isn't the greatest boyfriend... there are times where he cancels your hang-outs without further explanation or simply doesn't acknowledge any of your calls and messages. he feels pretty shitty after it and apologizes for his behavior. you forgive him even though you both know he'll do it again.

-he is low-key obsessed with your smell, he smothers anything you have in the shower all over his body without caring what it's for, just simply reads the labels and puts it on... with big amounts. this man is making you go bankrupt. you could literally see the outline of his fingers left in the product..

-his camera is full of pictures of you, he likes looking at them when he feels down. which is pretty often.

-shows you all of his favorite places in Stockholm or even Kirkvile (where does this man live I don't get it) ones that aren't usually full of people, just overly adventurous teenagers from time to time. something tells you that you two have trespassed into private property multiple times but Simon doesn't want to answer that question clearly.

-ugh imagine clipping cute little hair clips into Simon's hair and he just lets you do whatever you want because if you're happy then he is happy and he wants to see you smile :(

-in exchange, you let him do corpse paint on your face.

[ratskinsuit]

Romantic Velvette headcanon with a male autistic S/O if you can? (Can be either SFW or NSFW or both, but it’s up to you)

Velvette x Autistic Male!Reader

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A/N: Okay so I personally am not autistic, but I have a lot of friends who are. I tried to research to get more information so that I could make this accurate and not offend anyone. And huge thanks to @rdgart12345 for telling me a bit about autistic traits so I could better understand and write an autistic reader correctly! I hope that I didn’t offend anyone or spread misinformation. Otherwise please enjoy!

(Picture credits to GemSubArt on deviantart)

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Okay so when you two first started dating and you told her you were autistic she wouldent really know what it is

Once you explain it to her however she would start to understand

To better understand you she would do a bunch of research and ask a lot of questions

She would try to educate herself so much so that she can be a good partner to you (Plz I love her sm)

If you don’t like certain textures of food, or clothes or blankets she will try to find something else that you feel comfortable with

Like if you don’t like the feel of a certain food she will find something else for you to eat and won’t get mad

She just wants you to be comfortable eating and not get stressed out (she will try to memorize what textures your don’t like and will try to avoid them as best as she can)

If you tend to fidgit a lot or need something to keep you entertained she got you

If you ever ask her if she has anything you can do she has a bag full

Things like fidget toys, game recommendations for phones/iPads ect-, sketchbooks, coloring books, you name it

Will bring you to work with her if you don’t work or are just free and cuddle you in her lap if it’s just in her office (if your not okay with touching you two are just chilling together)

If you two are ever out at like a party or something and get overstimulated, or everything is just too loud and your overwhelmed she will notice (even if you don’t tell her)

Once she finds out she will take you somewhere quieter and give you things like noise cancelling headphones, or music to listen to, or fidgets from her bag

And if you want to be alone, I’m ngl she would be kind of hesitant to but would, or if you want her there she would just kind of cuddle you and stroke your hair

forhead kisses (not even just for autism it’s just her in general lol

will let you talk about your hyperfixations for hours

like if you wanna talk to someone about it just call her up and she will be like “You got it pretty boy, on my way now.”

she is very affectionate, like always holding your hand, hugging/kissing you, cuddles, you name it

if you are not very touchy she will try to not do it as much but it may be hard for her.

If anyone ever insults you she will fight them

Like if you don’t like loud sounds she will ask you to leave because she will SCREAM at them

Ms girl is very protective of you and loves you with all her heart, quirks and all

SHORT DRABBLE

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It’s a lazy Saturday, you and Velvette are sitting in the couch of her apartment just spending time together, cuddling and watching shows. She has recently been working a lot and so she’s been busy and you two haven’t been spending a lot of time together.

To make it up to you, she bought you a box of your favorite candy, a little goodie bag full of small trinkets of a thing your into(your choice on what it is), full of erasers, stickers, pencils, a little squishy and other stuff.

Your laying you head on her lap, she strokes your hair and listens as you rant about your recent obsession, listening intently with a smile on her face.

You look up at her for a moment, stopping talking. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You frown.

“What? Am I not allowed to smile at my boyfriend?” She teases, pinching your cheek, leaning back with a grin.

“Ow fuck that hurt!” You complain jokingly.

“Aw you want a kiss to make it feel better?” She says, kissing your cheek, pulling back with a satisfied grin.

You blush a bit and she laughs. “Not good enough.” You joke, poking her.

“Aw man! Hm.” She thinks. “Well to make it up to you, how about we go get some of your favorite food?” She asks, as you sit up.

“Oh yes please!” You smile, getting up from the couch.

She sits up, and grabs you hand, kissing it and walking with you out the door.

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A/N: First time writing an autistic reader and a male reader, I hope I did okay. Im sorry if the Drabble is not the best I had a hard time thinking of ideas.I hope you enjoyed!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[shaunamilfman]

Witch!Lottie Drabble

Summary: "Witch!Lottie keeps stopping by your bookstore to buy shitty occult books as an excuse to talk to you."

Lottie Matthews was, hands down, your favorite customer. Not just because she was liable to spend a couple hundred any time she set foot in there, but you felt a strange connection to her that you'd never felt before. 

Your employee Jeff hated her with a passion, however. He claimed she was "Fucking weird." and that she often walked in, saw he was working, and left. It didn't sound much like the Lottie you knew, so you didn't pay much attention to him. You didn't care much for Jeff anyway, but he unfortunately was a model employee.

Sure, Lottie was a little strange. A little unusual. You think she might be a part of a cult, but that's not a crime. Hopefully. You had checked to make sure there weren't any unexplained missing persons in the area, just in case. So definitely not a crime. 

If that wasn't enough, all she buys are books on the occult. Honestly, you only order them for her. You heard her murmur about "Getting rid of revisionist history," more than once when she bought books on the Salem witch trials. 

You honestly didn't care what she did with them once she left the shop. You wondered if she realized she was creating her own problem by buying up the books she disliked so much. You wouldn't have stocked them otherwise; They really didn’t sell that well.

Still, the highlight of her visits came when she'd stand by the register afterwards and talk with you for hours and hours about everything and nothing. She'd always seemed disappointed in herself when you'd gently remind her that the store was closing soon, like there was something she wanted to say but didn't.  You had hopes that she'd ask you out, but you were admittedly too nervous to ask her instead. Lottie Matthews had always made an intimidating figure, even in school.

She brings you gifts sometimes, little trinkets. She brought you a flower from her garden a few weeks ago. You look at it in awe every time you see it. Not necessarily because it's the most beautiful flower you've ever seen, which it is, but because it still hasn't started to wilt in the slightest. It's like magic.

…

She came in on Halloween one day and actually stops in her tracks to look at your witch's hat. She gives you an immeasurably fond look as she shakes her head slightly in amusement. "That's cultural appropriation," She said. You laugh quietly at her as you lean across the counter to look at her.

"To who, witches?" You ask teasingly. She hums in acknowledgement with a smile just smug enough that you wonder if she knows something you don’t. “Well,” You say slowly, “If a witch would like to come and complain she could file it in the complaint box.” Her face lights up as she looks around and says excitedly, “There’s a complaint box?” 

You grin softly as her and glance towards the trash can. “Oh,” She says, deflating noticeably. You fake an offended gasp as you give her an affronted look.

“You were going to file a complaint about me?” You ask. Her eyes widen and she looks slightly panicked, like she just realized she put her foot in it.

“No, no.” She insists. “I was going to file a complaint about Jeff.” You can’t help the way you snort with laughter, head falling down on your arms as you muffle your laughter into the counter. You look up to see Lottie looking a mixture of surprised and pleased as she looks down at you. 

“Sorry,” You say, “It’s just that Jeff doesn’t like you either.” She smirks.

“Good.” She says. You shake your head fondly.

…

You remember the day you found out extremely well. You were standing on a ladder stocking books on the top overflow shelf when she stormed in the shop, obviously trying to get out of the heavy rain outside. You understandably were not expecting customers when it was raining that hard and startled so hard you fell back off the ladder.

You had your eyes closed waiting for the inevitable landing when you realized it had been an oddly long fall. You peaked one eye open to realize that you were floating in mid air. You looked around to find Lottie staring wide eyed at you with one hand out, soaked with rain and so cold she was shaking. 

You remember it so well mostly because she forgot to put you back on the ground as she confesses. You look fearfully at her before she suddenly realizes she hasn't set you down. "Oh!" She says, failing to hide her blush as she helped you down.

You weren't all that surprised honestly once you got over your initial shock. It seemed ironically on brand for what you knew about her. Once she sets you on the ground you give her a concerned look. You walk behind the counter as you search for the blanket you keep for when it gets cold. She’s watching you curiously as you walk back over to her and wrap the blanket around her, holding tightly around her shoulders. 

“You’re going to get sick being so wet and cold.” You chide. She smiles so wide it practically splits her face in two. “You need to go home and change into dry clothes.” You say.

“I will,” She promises. “If…”

“If what?” You ask.

“If you say you’ll go on a date with me.” She says, touched with a tinge of anxiety.

You sigh dramatically, as if it was a really hard ask. “If I must,” You say, but can’t help the way you smile widely back at her.

As she left the store you shouted at her to ask “Should I be looking for your car or your broom?” She turns back so that you can see the way she rolls her eyes. She says something about “Reductionist stereotypes,” but you were laughing too hard at your own joke to be sure. 

…

She never seems to be very showy with her magic. It's the small things really: you notice that her plants never die, her dishes are always clean, and her food never burns. You teased her for weeks after you realized that her popcorn always perfectly popped as well. 

She uses her magic most often as a sign of affection. Just a way to make your day easier and to remind you how much she loves you.  She'll pick up lunch or bring you coffee sometimes and it makes you think of her fondly all day as it stays perfectly at the right temperature. As if you could ever forget about Lottie, witch or not. 

Eventually you happily fired Jeff as Lottie spent so much time hanging out in the bookstore now that you just put her to work instead. She was overjoyed for weeks about it. She'd never worked a day in her life, you could tell, but she cheated so much with magic that it didn't matter all that much. You couldn't help but watch fondly as the books she 'unpacked' flew across the room into their proper spots. She grins ear to ear as she walks over and asks if she did a good job. You know she’s just fishing for a reward, but you give it to her anyway.

As you watch her fret over recipes as she brewed potions you couldn't help but to think that she really wasn't all that different from anyone else: She just had magic. Your life together was surprisingly more domestic than you had thought it would be, but you wouldn't change it for the world. 

[tiajk]

Platonic strawhat interactions? Here’s some ideas

You and Robin go shopping, You find a cool trinket, but you don’t have enough money

Sanji brings you a snack. A bird flies overhead and -plop- right on the food

Luffy was playing tag with you, Usopp, and Chopper. He uses his gum gum rocket to try and catch up and flies too far

Usopp is holding a game show. The contestants are you, Nami, Zoro and Sanji

Have fun!

Warnings; a POC reader in mind, with curly hair, Bi sanji because i genuinely believe its not cannon it's the truth, chaotic strawhats as usual, reader is interested in marine biology, and is hinted at having water powers (basically water bending), reader singled to have a lot of siblings, Gn!, reader, everyone just loving reader, Other pirates having a crush on reader

A/N; the game show one really spoke to me for some reason and your always so good with request ily, Guess who's working on her one piece script

Words count; 1070 masterlist

You have no idea how Usopp somehow convinced you and nami to join his little game show. That's a lie you know exactly how he did. Bribing nami with money that he didn't have. Sanji sees nami joining automatically willing to be the next contestant. Zoro joined because Usopp claimed that Zoro was too much of a chicken, scared that sanji would win. The rivalry automatically makes his blood boil. He got you to join by promising he would grow a water plant with you in his garden that you had particularly been wanting to learn more about. Your interest peaked. Now you stand in front of Usopp with poorly built little wooden stands Sanjis’s was made out of cardboard waiting for Usopp to finally get what he wanted. “Welcome my very good friends on this ship, the going sunny owned by the strawhat pirates and welcome our very own contestants Nami, {Na}-”. “Usopp, will you hurry up? I don't have all day for this” Zoro's voice from beside you speaks out. Ussop turns to him slightly offended from not being able to finish his little (cute) ramble. “Well i was almost done but since you rush me so damn much will start cant even have fun without you running your dumb mouth.” mumbling the last part he pulls out some flashcards out of his pocket. “The basic rules of this game are it's basically we're gonna see who knows each other best. It will go by category nami’s first, , then zoro, sanji, then {name}.” You all nod your heads at him, the game seemed simple enough. Usopp goes to your podium first “{Name} how are you today?” you smile “I’m doing great Usopp.” he returns the gesture to you “that's great to hear! Your question about nami is what are her favorite hobbies to do in the meantime when she's not scamming people.” Nami knocks Usopp on the head from her podium “YOU DUMBASS THAT'S NOT ALL I DO Y'KNOW” “HEYYY NO HITTING THE HOST” “USOPP LEAVE NAMI-SAN ALONE YOU HEAR ME”. you turn to zoro to see if he sees all the bullshit that's happening right now. He looks your way as well having a silent communication to at least try to stop the fighting. Before you could do anything the rest of the crew showed up. “What's happening we’ve been looking for you guys for the past 30 minutes” Luffy says while picking his nose. “I’m hosting a game show for the four of them!” Usopp explains excitedly while looking at you. Nodding at the others “yea were just about to get started you should watch!” The others agree they grab a few chairs or opting to sit on the deck floor and are curious to see what type of game show this is. “Alright now that we’ve all settled down we can finally begin. Clearing his throat “now {name} you may answer the question”. You thought hard nami was one of your best friends so it was easy but you had to pick one she licked the most then it was easy. Usopp had noticed you took a few moments “whenever you're ready tell me”. “I have my answer, it's shopping and she also loves to sunbathe”. Usopp looks at his flashcard “you are…Correct!!! Namis hobbies consist of sunbathing and shopping, one of her favorite things”. You smiled to yourself the game was slowly starting to get more fun now that you realize it.

The process had gone on forever every single time you had gotten the answer correct. Knowing your crew very well. Surprisingly the rest of the crew stayed. Robin was reading a book with chopper in her lap but her attention was still towards the game. Franky had been working on little fidgets while sitting there but he was interested nonetheless. Luffy had been lying in a star position. Brook and Jimbei had been engaging in small conversation but they still saw their crewmates go on with their daily shangains. Ussop had asked you a question about what is Zoro's favorite sword. Saying the Wado Ichimonji because his dear best friend gave it to him as a promise that they would both fulfill their dreams. When asked what Sanji's favorite food is answer spicy seafood pasta knowing that he wished he could have cooked it more often. It was your turn for the question to be asked about you. “Alright name your our last contestant and then the winner will win 40 thousand berries.” you look at nami to see the gleam in her eyes when money is mentioned. Usopp goes to Nami asking her the question he had prepared “How many people have a crush on {name}?” Nami scoffs while crossing her arms. Blood rushes to your face being grateful that they can't see it. “That's easy, Law,Kid, and not to mention Marco from whitebeard pirates. ” Usopp nods his head with confirmation and a thumbs up “YOUR CORRECT”. Usopp walks past you with a smile then stops at zoro. “Zoro what is {name} favorite thing to do with the strawhats crew” Zoro seems like he doesn't know but answers with confidence “They love hugging everyone giving people affection throughout the day”. Usopp doesn’t want Zoro to get the points but he does with a sigh of defeat “you are correct”. Ussop moved to sanji that was practically beaming like he was when he got asked nami’s question “Sanji your question about {name} is how many siblings do they have?” Sanji smirks and takes the cigarette out his mouth “Easy they have 4 being the middle child having two older ones and 2 younger” “your correct too” Luffy gets up from his pose from before “Is the game over who wins??” Usopp rolls his eyes “you have no patience y’know that luffy?” “BUT THE WINNER IS {NAME} GET ALL THE QUESTIONS CORRECT YOU GET 40 THOUSAND BERRY that i don’t have right now” Nami jumps from her podium strangling usopp “YOU LIAR YOUR DAMN LUCKY I DIDN’T WIN BECAUSE IF I DID” you go pull her off him just making sure that he doesn't die usopp i don't want the money just the water plant your promised to help me grow okay” usopp tried to catch his breath from almost being strangled to death “yup anything you want {name}” he said horsley maybe you should do more game shows from now on.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Clockwork. - OC Story

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley bonus: MootOC!Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish words: 1.4k~ (on the dot, bby!) cw: canon simon backstory. + none. just toothrotting fluff.

December and May are Simon's least favourite months of the year.

December because it's the constant reminder of his family passing.

May because it's the constant reminder that he was the cause of all his family's issues.

Simon was born within days of his own father's birthday; "a late birthday present" everyone called it...

Nevermind the fact the druggie was too high to even attend his own son's birth, and that his mum had to get herself to the hospital alone, with a young Tommy tucked under her arm.

Simon had a bad birth, having breached feet first, and having to get rotated in utero, and then having been born with the umbilical chord around his neck, which meant he needed extra care afterward.

Simon needed to get surgery at age 3 because of tonsilitis.

Simon needed glasses growing up, which is mum could barely afford.

Simon had trouble saying his Ss, so for a long time, he got mocked at school for calling himself "Shimon"... and ended in him having speech classes.

Simon's grades were horrendous, and he had a tendency to get into fights at school, which caused his mum to have to take hours off work to come see his teachers.

Simon.

Simon.

Simon.

Always him, at the root of every problem.

And yet Simon was the only one in the house to raise his voice (and later his fists) at the drunk that was his father, which earned him countless trips to A&E.

Simon was the one with the neglected birthday, not because his mum and Tommy didn't remember, but because being right after his own father's, the leech would blow all their money on a rager, and leave the family unable to eat, let alone buy the boy a cake.

So Simon learned to not care.

Going into the Army, people didn't really show that big of a deal about it like they would at a normal job. Hard to, when you spend all your time fearing a bomb will fall on you or a bullet will bury itself on your body.

But then he went home, and when he kicked that bag of bones out of the house, and got Tommy into rehab... It got different. Got... better. The birthdays got easier. There were phone calls, and cards, and he actually... sort of... looked forward to it.

Whenever he'd be scheduled for leave, he'd go home, and mum would've bought them a cake and they'd sing happy birthday, and mum would give him things he needed; clothes, boots, they'd watch films together, she'd kiss his forehead so often...

Then, Beth came along. And now he suddenly was being forced fed cake and handed gifts that he had no clue what to do with... So his barracks suddenly had color. There were new towels, and little trinkets, picture frames with photos from home...

Then Joseph came, the little boy that had been the apple of his eye, that learned to talk in May, at 10 months old, and Simon got an e-mail with a video from them, where little Joseph mumbled his way past a 'SiSi!' while pointing at a picture of him in Tommy's phone... One of, if not the, best gift he'd ever received.

And they they were gone.

It only got so much worse after that night.

He swore he'd never celebrate his birthday again.

All he had ever loved had been stripped from him.

He wondered if it was his fault.

If he was, somehow, destined to bring bad luck to all those around him.

If he was, somehow, the root of all evil.

If, because he spited some God, all that he loved, all that he touched, was destined to die in his hands.

He spent three years locked in a haze. Mission to mission, job to job, move move move, and never stop.

He spent three Mays buried in work so he couldn't think, and buried in alcohol so he couldn't feel.

And then, on the fourth...

“He tried to get the radiophone off me, so I broke a couple of his fingers… And his wrist. And kicked him in the balls.”

“It's a… Mexican-style MRE. Has beans and cheddar cheese or something. It's the only one I actually don't mind eating. The others are disgusting.”

“That feels like a dig at my social skills.”

“I've been swimming since I was a girl. Navy made sense too.”

“Took a napalm bath.”

For once since that bloody fucking day, he actually wanted something more than to simply forget, to drink himself into a coma and only waking up days later with his phone ringing and Price talking about a new mission.

God, Victoria made him laugh. She made him roll his eyes. She made him scoff. She made him talk. She made him listen.

Of course he couldn't let that go... let her go.

Of course he went looking for her once he was on leave.

Of course he held her close for those two nights.

Of course he held her close in that safehouse.

Of course he bore his face out for her when he got shot.

Of course, of course, of course.

He didn't isolate anymore, every May after that.

Simon'd wake up on his birthday and throw back the covers and sit on the edge of the bed and before the thoughts got to him, she'd already be wrapping her arms around his midsection, and pressing her cheek to his back.

And he'd put his hands over hers, and hear her breathing, and her heartbeat pressed against his back... And he'd close his eyes.

They didn't need to speak.

Victoria never wished him a 'Happy Birthday', but she'd always make sure to bake him a little sweet treat for dinner.

They share it the same way they shared their ''wedding cake'': sat across from each other in their kitchen, with a backdrop of trees beside them, a single knife to cut a slice, feeding each other pieces off the blade.

And when the thoughts got to be too much, on his birthday or all throughout the month, he'd simply turn and look at her, cup her face in his hand, and look her in the eye...

In those moments, he wanted to say it, he could feel it in the tip of his tongue...

That he cherished her.

That he appreciated all she did.

That she kept him sane.

That she was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

That she was like a lighthouse when he felt like a bloody gondola lost at open sea (wildly unprepared and definitely about to tip over and drown).

That he'd die for her.

That he'd kill (and had killed, and would kill again) for her.

That even if there was nothing else to go on for... he'd keep going for her.

That he loved her.

The words were always at the tip of his tongue.

Not just then, but every day. At all points of the day.

Whenever they touched, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they spoke, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they'd lock eyes, he'd want to say it.

Whenever he breathed, he'd want to say it.

His tongue would swirl with the taste of it, of the love he felt for her...

But the words never really made it out...

But he knew. And she knew.

Extra:

Then the news came, the baby, Meabh, it was always go go go, on the move, at home, never time to rest, just Meabh and the baby, and Victoria and him, and...

By the time Simon noticed, Fiadh was here, lying in his arms, little hands closed into fists, her small wrapped in a white blanket with anchors and fishes drawn on it...

And he looked up at his wife who stood beside Meabh, doting on her best friend and caressing her head, cooing at her that she did a good job, the girl a bit dozy from exhaustion from the recent breast feeding...

And then at the clock on the wall, marking 00:13 of the 19th...

And he felt his eyes begin to prickle, his jaw clenching under his surgical mask...

He looked back down at his niece again, little blind blue eyes, the same ones that used to belong to his best friend, staring up at him...

Maybe he didn't hate his birthday so much anymore.

for you @loveandplanet for making me sad ; and also @crashtestbunny sorry for this :)

[gingiesworld]

Sun Down

Therese Raquin x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Death.

18+ MINORS DNI

Therese and Y/N had been sweethearts from such a young age. The two shared their first kisses underneath the old oak tree that stood tall in the park. Even as teens, Therese snuck around with them, even on the nights they would sneak in through her bedroom window.

Although Madam Raquin knew about her niece's relationship with the farmer's child, she had deemed that they were beneath them and tried as hard as she may to stop their midnight trists, she always failed.

"I want to run away." Therese whispered as she was sat between Y/N's legs, her back leaning against theirs as they had their arms wrapped around her protectively. "Would you run away with me?"

"I will follow you anywhere my love." They told her confidently. "You are the star that I will follow into the darkness."

"I love you so much." She whispered as she kissed their lips.

"I love you so much more." They replied between kisses. "So when shall we run together?"

"What about your family?" She questioned as they smiled at her, cupping her cheeks as they took in every tiny detail of the baeuty before them.

"They will be fine." They whispered. "Besides, mother is a sucker for these type of romantic anecdotes. That's why she has her nose stook inside the works of Shakespeare."

"Friday at sun down." She whispered. "We shall meet here." She moved the straddle their lap, her skirt riding up slightly as Y/N held her hands in their own, pressing a kiss to each knuckle.

"I will be sure to bring some fruits from the farm." They told her with a smile before she kissed them with urgency, like she was afraid it will be their last moment together.

The two tried to meet every evening before the day they had set to leave. Therese had packed a small bag, just with the essentials and small trinkets that were dear to her. Although the evening before the two had set to runaway, Madame Raquin stormed inside of her room.

"You will not leave this room until I deem fit." She boomed as Therese just stared at her. Her heart beating loudly within her ears at the anger and despair resinating from within. Madame Raquin left abruptly as Y/N had waited at their usual spot, waiting for their beloved Therese to arrive.

That was until they had spotted a figure approaching them in the field. Soon realising that it wasn't the love they had waited upon. It was indeed the darkness wading in on the shore.

"Where's Therese?" They questioned as Madame Raquin stood tall with her hands clasped before her.

"She will not be coming here." She told them sternly. "She has duties and is set to be wed within the half year."

"What?" They questioned in shock.

"She is set to wed dear Camille." She stated. "He is in need of a wife and a woman to look after him as I am getting old."

"She has a choice." Y/N stated.

"My dear Camille can give her more than a farm hand such as yourself." She told them.

"I will come for her Madame." They told her. "I will come for her and set her free."

"Why?" She questioned with a raised brow.

"Because I am in love with her. I have since the moment I gazed upon her." They proclaimed as she just laugh, her hands already clasping the concealed silver dagger she had held.

"Very well." She stated as she approached them. Before they knew what was happening, she plunged the dagger in their chest as they looked at her with eyes of betrayal. "Neither you nor her will ever meet again."

Once she removed the dagger, she smiled as they fell to the ground, gasping and holding on for dear life. She knelt down as she wiped the blade of her dagger on their shirt before speaking once more.

"You were nothing more than an obsticle to overcome." She smirked as Y/N gazed at her with pleading eyes. "Goodbye Y/N." She soon walked away from their dying form.

The next day, word had gotten around about the Y/L/N kid who was brutally murdered. The moment Therese had heard, she ran straight to their spot. As she saw some blood on the grass, she gasped as she covered her mouth. Tears spilling from her eyes as she fell to her knees. The one she had loved with all of her being was now gone. The dreams for the future that the two had shared, dust in the wind.

But the one thing that remained the moment she had found out her father had also perished on the battlefield. The love she felt so intensely the moment she had tied the rope to the rafters in her bedroom. Tying to noose around her neck as she stood on a wobbly stool. Closing her eyes as she pictured her love. Seeing Y/N's smiling face in her mind as she took a deep breath before kicking the stool from beneath her. Feeling the rope chafe as she swung before a snap sound within the room. The sound of her neck breaking as she swung, embracing death's cold arms as she joined her love in the afterlife.

[threadbaresweater]

All the Arlin lore I could scrounge up (for now):

When we first move in together, we live in a little single wide trailer on a massive plot of land in the middle of nowhere at the end of a long dirt road. There's meadowgrass and trees and wildflowers everywhere, some horses and a dairy cow and chickens. We make/hunt a lot of our own food and live a very simple, off the grid kind of life. Sometimes I'll go with him on his work trips, sometimes he'll take a break and we'll stock up the old winnebago, load up the dogs, and go driving somewhere on our own. We've seen all of the lower 48 states, but the west is our favorite. He always brings something back for me when he's gone for a few days. There are trinkets all over the house that I have to rotate out now and then. As much as I love his thoughtfulness, he's also very much a packrat and it would break his heart if I ever got rid of anything he bought for me. A lot of our furniture is vintage or hand-me down stuff. We rarely wear shoes. Arthur cuts the grass on his riding lawnmower in cutoff jean shorts and his hat with a marlboro hanging from his lips. We love having friends over for weekend long get-togethers (think swimming in the pond, barbecues, beer, and lots of cheap lawn chairs). He teaches me to shoot a gun, I teach him to play his favorite tunes on the piano. It's a comfortable, intrinsically happy existence that brings me SO much comfort.

And then we begin to build our family. We wait about 3 years, then we talk about me going off the pill. I'm pregnant within the first month.

Our first baby's name is Beatrice, after his mother. She has bright blue eyes like her father and a fiery temperament from day one. Arthur can't believe his eyes when he holds her for the first time. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance to live a "normal" life, let alone start a family with someone who found him worthy and loveable enough to marry and settle down with. Beatrice is meant to be an only child, but the moment he meets her and experiences firsthand what it's like to be a father, he wants more. Not to mention, he loves to see his woman barefoot and pregnant, swollen and waddling around with his child cooking in her belly. Rumor has it he also likes the idea of getting her pregnant just for the act itself, but that's between him and his wife.

So then, we have Charles, a calm and peaceful little boy with big hazel eyes and a sweet disposition. Less than a year later there's Margaret and Mason, the twins, and two years after that, Jenny is born. Strong, handsome, smart children. They have mama's heart and daddy's resourcefulness. Arthur is a stern but loving father. Teaches them about respect and hard work, but also how to have fun when the day is done. Together, we teach them about love and teamwork and what family and loyalty to a cause really means.Years pass, and life is happy and full– total balls to the wall insane sometimes, but a ton of fun. We're well into our 40's when the last child- Leah- is born. She is tiny and fragile. Our miracle baby, against all odds.

On his most lonely nights when the need for each other is mighty strong, he'll video call from the bunk, but not before making sure all the windows are covered and he's tucked away from any prying eyes at the truck stop. When he does come home I make him go straight to the shower and I'll put his clothes on a heavy duty washer cycle while the kids are running feral through the backyard. We sit down to a family dinner and end the night with a little bonfire and smores in the backyard, and after the kids pass out he shows me just how much he missed me. He sleeps like a rock- well past noon the next day. and then he's on the road again the next day before the sun comes up.

@pastelle-rabbit and @wifesuguru tagging you because you asked 😘

[hayatoseyepatch]

SAM! CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 500!!

About me: pronouns are she/her. Im An ambivert? I have super bad social anxiety. except around a very few select people. I'm both simultaneously sleep deprived and over caffeinated. I love learning about law. I'm sometimes a sarcastic asshole and most of the time I don't intend to be so sarcastic it just comes out.

Fandoms- (idk if you consider us moots yet👉👈) so if so then please can I ask for windbreaker and demon slayer. If not! Then just windbreaker

Type: honestly Irl men I don't have a type,😂 fictional men. I tend to love the morally grey, big men, the scruffy tired men. Old men. Dilfs.🤭🫣...personally prefer to be paired with male

Favorites: windbreaker: Endo, umemiya, hiragi, kanji. Demon slayer: tengen(his wives) gyomei, sanemi, rengoku.

Icks: none!

Reye (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) ♡ You’re literally so sweet thank you for your congratulations!! And ofc we’re moots don’t be silly love! And since you requested two here you go ♡

Okay so I wanna say that your second one contains smut, if that’s too much or not something you want to read the last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable. Please take this as an invitation to dm or shoot me another ask requesting a new one and I’d be more than happy to give that to you bb (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ Now lets get on with it!!

⤜♡→ I mean come on this is my blog, someone was getting him. This man is the epitome of DEVOTION. He would worship the ground you walked on. You have social anxiety? Motormouth Maybelle over here will do all the talking. You want coffee from your favorite coffee shop across town? Looks like he's making a trip. This man is chronically mischaracterized as a violent playboy and I won't stand for it!

⤜♡→ When Endo is in love it consumes him. You are on his thoughts always. He sees a cute little trinket of you favorite animal? He's picking it up just to see you smile. He would do anything for you. When Endo falls in love he falls in love HARD.

⤜♡→ He's such a yearner. He craves your presence constantly and misses your touch when it isn't available to him. I feel like after meeting Sakura he beings to develop more emotional intelligence. Now aware of the difference between love and obsession. He'll give you space if you need it, but will always be a phone call away.

⤜♡→ He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him, and if you asked he would find a way to bring you the moon if that was what you wanted. He adores you and nothing in this life or the net could stop hi from loving you with every fiber of his being.

Endo smiled to himself, he loved watching you work, whether it was the way you sat at your desk cute tongue poking out and a little furrow in your brow when you were in a complete form of concentration or the way he could unabashedly stare at your side profile uninterrupted. But nothing compared to watching you like this, there was a different air than when you were stressed from working. Your eyes were focused on the screen before you. He could watch you for hours, just content to watch you, your beauty incomparable in his eyes. He loved the calm that rested over your expression, allowing him to take in every one of your features before you noticed him, completely lost in your own little world.

His favorite moments were ones like these, your beautiful voice that he wasn’t often graced with singing out due to the presumption that you were alone. He finally approaches, his eyes scanning your relaxed form. eyes softening and heart swelling. He opts to flicker the light in the room to gain your attention, rather than risking sneaking up from behind and catching your right hook, knowing better than to make that mistake more than once. Snorting as you jump a bit. “Hi baby~ Sorry I’m late traffic was fucking ridiculous, but I brought tea as a peace offering.” He smiles holding up the cup of coffee. Endo knew just how you liked your order, never once getting it wrong.

He took a seat next to you, handing you the coffee only to watch you sit it down on the table. He offers a hand, palm offered for you to take. “You’ve been cooped up in here all day, why don’t you take a break, hm?” He smiled, aiding you in crawling into his lap when you take his hand, pressing kisses to your collarbone after you had done so, arms securing themselves around your waist and humming in contentment as your familiar scent wafts into his senses. He always found home in your arms and he never wanted to be anywhere else.

⤜♡→ OOO GIRL I HEARD DILFS. You’ve come to the right place. I know we’ve talked about him super briefly before but when you said big morally grey dilfs I HAD to pull out this absolute DADDY. This former warlord of the sea is an absolute MENACE.

⤜♡→ Crocodile has met his match when it comes to you, the only one brave enough to throw sarcasm his way, it's a battle of wits. One in which there is no clear victor. Though those around you are more concerned with the fact that you are still breathing after talking to him like that.

⤜♡→ With that being said, Crocodile has a clear soft spot for you. No one who values their life brings it up though. They all remember what happened to the last poor soul who did.

⤜♡→ This man never believed in love, thought it foolish and childish. he saw no gain from something as silly as affection. He saw it as a clear weakness. However one morning as the sun's rays slipped through his windows, casting a euphoric glow over your still bare form from the night before, did he realize that he was capable of such feelings. Because even he couldn't deny thats exactly what was swarming in his chest as he leans down to press a kiss on your sleeping face.

⤜♡→ He tries to cut things off then and there, but with the days that follow he realizes he can't go on without you. Finding you and pressing a desperate kiss to your lips. For once uncaring if anyone saw, he needed you by his side. And anyone who dared to try him wouldn't live to tell the tale.

(Okay here's the smut, some warnings before you take a look: size difference, praise, dcryphilla, implied being caught, mentions of violence)

Crocodile grinned maliciously, if there was one thing he loved more than anything it was watching tears cascade down your cheeks. You always looked so beautiful when crying. But not from sadness, no, you see Crocodile would give a slow painful arduous death to anyone who dared even look at you the wrong way. Not his prized gem, his greatest treasure, far more valuable to him than the One Piece itself. No, never those kinds of tears. He instead loved the tears that streamed down your cheeks as you lost yourself on his cock. Whether it was you absolutely lost in pleasure, his name the only word on your lips, or as you were now: struggling to take the sheer size of his girth. Leaning forward he let a large hand come to your face, his thumb swiping some of the tears that had slipped past your lashes. “Here, doll, I’ll be generous.” He brings the same thumb between your legs using your own tears as lube to guide the rubbing of his thumb on your clit. Smirking at the shudder that wracks your form from the contact.

“Come on sweetness, you’re only halfway there and you're fussing this much already? You’d think after all the times you’ve taken my cock this wouldn’t be so hard on you.” He tsks, feigning sympathy, but you both know he is anything but sympathetic. Especially not when he lays a large hand on your shoulder. “And since I’m feeling so generous why don’t you let me help you, hm?” Using his hand as leverage, he forces your body to take the rest of him, basking in the loud drawn-out moan you let out as he bottoms out. “Atta girl.” He purrs.” See I knew you could do it.” He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, grinning once more as you begin to move. Right as you begin to set a steady pace, his head thrown back in the feeling of you, a shrill ring sounds from the communicator device on his desk. Your eyes blow wide as his hand is drawn to it. Placing a finger on his lips as he levels you with a mischievous look. “You gotta be quiet, kitten, I’d hate to have to stop fucking you to kill whoever’s on the other line for hearing the sounds that are meant for my ears only.” And as he answers the device you could only hope who was on the other end knew how to hold their own, because with the way his hand was guiding your hips you knew being silent was out of the question.

[aptericia]

Happy birthday!!🎉🥳

To celebrate I want to give you a little (ok, it may have gotten a little longer than I anticipated) one-shot of some Temenos and Throné friendship and fluff (and maybe some angst). I hope you like it and happy birthday again!! Plus I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday full of everything you love!💖

(as a foreword this takes place a few years after the game’s story and includes some vague spoilers for Temenos’s and Throné’s stories)

“Say Temenos,” Throné asks, approaching the inquisitor with a light smile tugging her lips.

Looking up from his delicate work of cutting, sewing, and coloring his next batch of puppets, Temenos smiles fondly at the sight of his old friend. “Throné! What an excellent surprise this is!”

Temenos quickly stows away the puppets and his supplies. “Why do I have the honor of seeing you today?”

Throné’s hand reaches up to idly rub at her freed neck. It’s somewhat reassuring to Temenos, knowing that habit of hers never went away. 

“I know it’s a bit odd, but I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? While I am quite flattered it hardly seems fair to you who has traveled so far to give me a gift with no occasion.”

Throné chuckles, pulling a small item out from her pocket. “I was nearby anyway and I've been holding on to this for too long now.” Suddenly she hesitates, pulling her hand away from Temenos. 

“Is something the matter?” Temenos watches her eyes soften, an almost guilty look clouding her eyes. Brightening his tone so Throné knows he is only joking he asks, “I’m not receiving a stolen good, am I?” 

Throné’s eyes dart to the floor. “Listen, I took this a long time ago. It’s just time for you to have it.”

“My dear Throné, you do realize I will not have you thrown into jail for some light thieving, yes?”

Laughing a little, Throné’s shoulders drop. “Just take it, alright?”

And with that Throné presses the mysterious item into Temenos’s palm, waiting patiently for Temenos to examine it. 

Whatever it is has been wrapped in thinning brown paper, small holes tearing through to reveal what it protected. Curiously peeling back the paper, Temenos only grows more confused.

“Pardon me for sounding ungrateful but, what is this?”

Throné lets out a long sigh. “I suppose you wouldn’t recognize it, seeing as I stole it long before I even met you.” Glancing at Throné, Temenos waits for her to explain what this trinket is. “It belonged to Crick.”

“Oh.”

Swallowing, Temenos studies the trinket more carefully now, a tightness wringing his chest. It is something silver plated, or at least it used to be, as most of the silver has rubbed off to a hard, brown metal. The metal itself has been shaped to resemble a ram’s horn curling in on itself with a rubbed away flower still blooming in the center of the design.

Throné’s heels click on the floor of the cathedral. “I thought maybe he would have mentioned it or you might have known what it meant to him.”

“Regretfully, I do not.” Temenos cannot stop staring at the charm, passing his thumb over the raised edges and flattening spirals. It is clearly a well-loved item. “You said you got this before we met?”

“Yeah, of course I didn’t know him at the time either. I just thought he looked like he may have something to steal, being a Knight-in-training and all, but I only found that.”

“And you kept it?” Temenos finds tears slipping down his cheeks, but his heart has not felt so warm in such a long time.

Resting her hand on Temenos’s arm, Throné smiles, “I thought it looked nice. I thought maybe it would bring me good luck, and I would say it certainly did.”

“Thank you, Throné,” Temenos sniffles, wiping the last tears away. “Truly, thank you.”

Slipping away, Throné relaxes into her regular aloof posture. “I’m just glad you’re not throwing me into jail.”

“Of course not! Though my door is always open to hearing your confessions,” Temenos teases, clenching Crick’s old talisman so hard his hard trembles.

“Not in a thousand years, Temenos.”

After more pleasantries, Throné gives her final goodbyes to Temenos, forcing him to promise that he would be the one to travel to her next time. The sun is setting as Temenos watches Throné leave, and a light breeze blows through the trees. Their orange leaves rustle and gently fall to the ground as Temenos makes his way back inside the church, clutching Crick’s talisman close to his heart with a smile on his face.

OMIGOSH??? FOR ME???? THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAAAAHH!!! 😭😭😭

This is such a sweet scene and you wrote my favorite little guys so well!!! I have indeed been having a good birthday, in no small part to you and all my friends who have been super nice!! I will treasure this forever <3<3<3<3

(Do you post fics on Ao3 or anything? I would love to read more of your work!!)

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 2

Sheriff Beau Arlen is quiet the whole way across town, only paying attention to the road in front of the vehicle. The police scanner squawks and buzzes a few times and he reaches to turn it down; that’s the only movement from his side of the cab. 

The vehicle stops at the edge of the sidewalk in front of the house I'm renting and I reach for the handle, ready to get out and let him get back to whatever a sheriff does. But a hand on my left forearm stops me. 

"Listen Y/N-" he says before swallowing hard. "I'm sorry for the unprofessionalism back there. I was completely out of line."

His confession takes me off-guard and I look at him, puzzled. What the hell is he talking about?

"Okayyyyy?" I drag the word out, hoping he will elaborate. 

He takes the bait. "I shouldnt've discussed the fact that we are both new in town and that I'm not the true, legitimate sheriff. I don't want you to think I'm not taking your break-in seriously."

I shut the door and turn to face him. "That never crossed my mind, honestly. You're still an officer of the law right? And you took an oath to uphold that law, correct?"

Beau nods and states a very genuine, "Yes Ma'am."

"Then I know you will do what it takes to find the thief. Thank you for the ride home."

I re-open the door and step out of the vehicle. 

"Y/N?" he calls and I look up at him. "This is probably unethical and inappropriate, but-" he pauses and runs his hand through his hair "-would you like to go out sometime? Grab a bite to eat, get a drink, something?"

My smile spreads across my face as I look up at him. "You got my number on the report? Call me."

With that, I shut the door to his truck and watch as he waves and pulls away, going back to keeping the town of Helena safe and crime-free.

For the next few days, I receive little trinkets; both at home and at work. They make me smile and I am grateful that the bashful sheriff is being cautious but cute. The box of chocolate and the card that reads "I have my 👀 on you" is charming; the bouquet of Calla lilies on my front steps with a card that reads, "You look beautiful today" is heart-warming.

I hadn't noticed Beau in the area that day but that isn't too unbelievable; I am always pretty preoccupied with my job. And he knows where I live since he drove me home the day my car was broken into; it'd be effortless to have the flowers delivered.

It is almost noon and I am preparing for the usual lunch rush when the bell over the diner door rIngs out, alerting the staff of customers arriving.

I look up from wrapping silverware to see the very man who has been wooing me with his thoughtful gifts. 

Our eyes meet and a smile spreads across his face, mine matching it. Until his companion steps up beside him. 

She is only a few inches shorter than him, with curled blonde hair and practically flawless skin. She is downright gorgeous! Her jeans are so tight that they look like they’ve been painted on and her low-cut blouse showcases her ample cleavage. Her knee-high suede boots bring the ‘mid-western woman’ look to perfection. She turns her head and says something to him, causing the sheriff's eyes to leave mine and put his attention on her.

He nods and she walks away, sitting at a table in the far corner. Thankfully, it's not my section so I won't have to cater to them.

My eyes follow her and then turn back to Beau, who is now standing on the opposite side of the counter. 

"Hello Y/N," he says low, like he is trying to be discreet. Fuck being discreet and fuck him for asking me out when he apparently already has a girlfriend!

"Hello Sheriff," I greet loudly,  a direct contrast to his humble gesture. 

Beau looks at me confused, his brows furrowed. “Uh okay,” he hesitates, confusion clear on his face. “How are you today?”

I huff and turn away with a shrug of my shoulders but in my peripheral vision I can see him stare at me for a moment before he goes to join his date. In my mind I am already tossing the lilies that adorn my kitchen sink in the trash and burning the card he left me. If I hadn’t already eaten the chocolates, I’d have tossed them too!

Throughout the whole hour that the sheriff and his companion were there, I tried to not look in their direction but I couldn’t stop my eyes from glancing that way each time I’d head to the kitchen. 

They sat across the table from one another but leaned forward, their heads almost touching, as they studied something in between them. I couldn’t tell what it was but they were very interested in the pages on the table. Probably the itinerary for their wedding! Stupid asshole!

The bell above the door rings again and I look up to see a man in a policeman’s uniform enter and look around. When he sees the Sheriff, his eyes light up and he makes his way toward their table.

“Boss,” he says, drawing Beau’s attention to him. “We got a lead.”

At those words, both the Sheriff and the woman jump up and follow the officer out; the woman sticking behind to stuff the papers in her pocket before chasing the two men down. 

The other waitress, Deb, on duty approaches their table to clear it off and I go back to wrapping silverware,  trying not to let the 'Sheriff has a girlfriend' ordeal get to me.

"Y/N," Deb calls to me and I look her way. She has a smile on her face and a napkin in her hand, "I think this is for you."

Y/N it's not what you think. Please call me (406)321-5879

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblinn @sea0405611 @delightfullykrispypeachh @larajadeschmidt1313 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspnn @squirrelnotsam  @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogarukee @deanwanddamonss @supravengg @deandreamernp @akshi82788 @lyarr244 @kazsrm677 @chriszgirl922

[bakugostiddies]

Haikyuu Boys (Taylor's Version)

Taylor swift songs that describe your relationship with different Haikyuu Boys bc i love her and them

Content Warnings: just fluff and slightly suggestive content in Kuroo's section :)

A/N: I'm doing a Midnights themed Haikyuu series to let loose the swiftie in me so here are some crumbs before that.

Lover - Sakusa

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?"

Every day, sakusa kiyomi falls in love with you a little more. You don’t have the ardor of your first few dates, but the passion you once felt has evolved into something more, something deep and warm. Kiyomi brings you small trinkets on his way back from work with a simple “I thought of you” and cleans your room when you don’t feel like doing it yourself. He kisses you twice every morning before leaving- once on the forehead and once on the tip of your nose. His love is quiet and subtle, but you still feel it in every action, in every word. You, on the other hand, pack his lunch before work and add little notes that say “I love you! Eat well :)” or “have a great day <3” that brighten kyomi’s day. You tie his tie before every event you are invited to and in the aftermath of a big game, you give him massages that leave him relaxed and content. Your love comes out with what you say and the gentle caresses you give him whenever you touch. The two of you hold on to lazy cuddles or slow-dancing in your living room to frank sinatra. It feels comfortable and warm, like you have been together for your whole existence and maybe even before that. It almost feels like destiny. Home for each of you is with the other. 

Dress -Kuroo 

"Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Kuroo is irresistible, and you almost hate him for it. You’ve been friends since before you could form complete sentences and you’ve grown up together, swimming in the neighborhood pool and doing science projects- you are inseparable. You think that the relationship you shared, with his teasing and your protests and your mutual knack for trouble, will never change. But after drunken one party in college, you and kuroo wake up in his room the next morning with your naked limbs tangled together. Inseparable. Now, there’s a magnetism between you, an inevitability of your connections. Now you can’t go a moment without longing for his hands all over you. Now he loses control when you say his name like that (all innocent, like you dont know what you’re doing to his body, like you are daring him to do something dangerous). You spend your days together (and your nights) and most moments in between. He smirks at you and you can’t help your widening smile. When you’ve long given up resistance, you begin to press kisses to the back of his hand and he starts giving you his hoodies even when you don’t ask for them. And when kenma asks kuroo if he loves you, the man doesn’t hesitate in his answer. 

Gold rush - Oikawa

"But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch"

You try to convince yourself that you hate Oikawa Toru, but you can never manage it. From the minute you meet him, you ignore the butterflies when he shakes your hand and try to frown at his easy smiles and flirtatious whining. But he always finds his way into your mind. You imagine his perfect face in your dreams, his effortless beauty and you resent him for it. Almost. Oikawa is impossible for you to hate. He finds ways to get closer to you, to worm his way under your skin and stay there until you gave in. He gives you flowers and recites bad poetry and asks you out in class. He tells you bad jokes and looks at you in the bleachers each time he scores a point. You both fall hard and fast, but your conversations are easy and so are your silences. It is impossible to hate him; after all, how can you hate him when he's so beautiful, so loving, so inviting? 

Treacherous - Suna 

"And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand"

You never thought Suna Rintarou would be the one you fell in love with, but no matter how hard you try, you're drawn to him. Suna looks perpetually bored yet he watches your every move, your laughs and subtle frowns and the way you looked before you cried, memorizing them. You never know where you stand with him- sometimes he draws you in and other times he feels unattainably far away. But you love every moment with him, his soft touches on your lower back, his dark grey eyes pulling you in from across a crowded room, the way he doesn't have to do anything for you to need him with you. He keeps a polaroid of you in his phone case as a memory, a keepsake, a reminder. Suna occupies too much space in your mind, but you take up a good deal of his as well. When you finally kiss him, it feels too right to deny- the danger of commitment, of someday growing apart, of maybe being not so good together pales before your connection. Maybe even in the face of uncertainty, the two of you will stand intertwined, tangled in one another’s subconscious, and irrevocably together. Maybe despite the fear and anxiety and unknowable future, this is all you need. Like he's the blood in your veins. Like you're the breath in his lungs. 

[1ovede1uxe]

Hellooo lovely author! Hope you’re doing well 🫶🫶 I’d love to request a matchup please and thank you in advance if you do this 🥹🥹🩷🩷 My partner preference is male and maybe specifically characters from part 5 If that’s okay! (Characters excluding: pesci, formaggio, and illuso)

I’m a female! She/her. My zodiac is Aquarius, and my mbti is Infj! My appearance and style, I have really long dyed pink hair and few piercings on my face and ears. I also have few tattoos. I mostly take my style inspo from Japanese subcultures but I tend to lend gothic, punk, or Lolita.

Personality, I’m honestly a really introverted person.. very awkward but I can be extroverted and active if necessary in a situation where I need to converse. I tend to keep to myself but if you were to approach me first I’d love to talk on and on with you! Until I sense that you want me to stop my yappering.

Once you get to know me better I’m an extremely sarcastic person with dark humor but my most of the time my voice is monotone af so I can come off as blunt and serious. XD

I’m very open minded to things, and love teasing/joke around with the people I’m close to! I always put others needs before mine which is a bad habit since I always forget about myself. I care about those around me a lot 🥹🥹 But I can stand up for myself too when needed too.

So getting along with me isn’t too hard. I’m quite a calm person at times when there’s a stressful situation. I get things done last minute with maximum efficiency 😔👌Despite being calm at times I can be very emotional and have a lil outburst but rarely 🫡

Hobbies, I love baking sweets (I have a bad sweet tooth), reading/writing, listening to music (goth, rock, or anything I’m not picky), sewing/upcycling clothes, draw ✍️, collect cute trinkets, I design tattoos as a side hustle and play on my electric guitar 🎸.

helloooo lovely anon! you sound like the coolest person ever btw. i play electric bass, i wish we could jam sometime B)

I match you with. . . Guido Mista!

He'd absolutely approach you first, he thinks you're cool as hell just by looks. His more extroverted tendencies can come off as a bit intimidating at first, but he brings energy and excitement to your world, as you do to his. Once he gets you to open up and you two become close, it's never-ending yapping, jokes, and smiles all around!

His sense of humor meshes well with yours, as he can take a joke, and he's a major goof too, and your dark humor can balance out his lightheartedness.

Mista can also appreciate that you can stand up for yourself, as well as carry admiration for how cool you can stay under pressure. Your calm and efficient approach to stressful situations would complement Mista’s more spontaneous and sometimes impulsive nature. He would work well with this ability to stay composed, while you would benefit from his positive/energetic outlook and actions. If you're working with him within Passione, it really comes in handy, and both of your skills make you a formidable duo!

He's a caring guy still at the end of the day, so he's gonna ensure you're taking good care of yourself, whether you want to or not. Just like he is with his friends, his dedication to you is unwavering. PDA is totally a thing with him, he loves his s/o and wants to show her off! He'll still respect any boundaries you put in place though, and either way, he's going to tell you you're damn beautiful whether the others hear it or not.

He supports all your hobbies, but where I think you guys would have the most fun is sharing music. I feel like he would like rock a lot, and he absolutely wants to go through your playlists and wants to share all his favorites with you. He also loves listening to you play electric guitar. Aside from music please bake him some goodies omg.. . he will eat anything you make and after a while will start to request his favorites.

You two make for a fun "chaotic good" duo that's a force to be reckoned with.

I hope this was to your liking anon! you totally rock!! <3

[violetueur-archive]

@fallesto​​

Continued from: HERE

EVERY SINGLE SEASON … WITHOUT FAIL … HE WOULD RETURN TO HER VILLAGE …

Perhaps he was smitten, without a shadow of a doubt he was. She was playing hard to get. She should have been notched off years ago, but she was making him work for it. Truly this one was special. Perhaps more than what he thought, but he would not dare cloud his sense of reason. It was impossible. The risks were too great. It was never going to work anyway. Even if there was a small part of him that wished for it. The world was broken. It was never going to be fixed, it was always going to need him. Some were, there was always some cunt stirring up trouble and he would be there to stop them. A dragon had devoured his family, laid waste to his entire village, burned everything to cinder and do you want to know why it did such a thing, because it could. Because his home was within the way of it’s view of the mountain and so it slaughtered hundreds of people for that sole reason. Evil. The very definition of it and he made a promise, to kill every single last dragon in the world, and it had trickled down from that, to monsters, demi-humans, anything and everything that dared treat humanity as a source of entertainment or something to harm because they were better, faster, stronger. Never.

Still there was one thing that was certain. Within one part of the world, there was no danger. There were no dragons, no great monsters, beasts, or any shred of darkness. He had always made sure, nothing ever reached her village, her lands. He always stopped it before it ever reached her own door step, his own little way I suppose of taking care of her. Still, each start of a season he would come back. To bring her gifts, to tell her stories and above all else, try to get into her pants. Yes, hardly the thing worthy of songs and stories to be told down the line, but … that was who he was. He loved fighting, but he loved women more than anything else in the entire world. If there were no evil, he would have spent even more time chasing after them and spoiling them rotten. He was a lover, not a fighter. Yet the path he had taken, was that of someone who had to put the world first, too many times to count … but he still managed to squeeze as much … fun in as possible. As she knew better than anyone else. Once it happened, he left. The deed was done and he was always grateful, but it was once and only ever once. Never out of hatred, never out of ill intentions, but always for them. He could not linger in one place for too long, he could not allow his scent to pass onto another, any trace of himself. All it would take, is one dragon, to cleanse a village, a city, an entire kingdom of the face of the earth, if it thought it had any chance to kill him.

“There is a reason, no one sees me like this.”

There was no humor within his voice. Not this time. The flowers from the edge of the world, the trinkets from forgien lands. The sword he had pulled from the back of a legendary dragon who had burned every brave hero who had ever faced it, he had dropped them all to the ground the moment he saw her. The moment his eye locked onto her own and saw the bruising. The darkness around her eye, the marks, the swell of her lip as well. Someone had struck her, harmed her, dared raise there hand to such a perfect being. His eyepatch was removed and tossed to the side. As he reached out the cup the side of her face, gentle, always, to touch, to feel it as his eyes narrowed even further. A look that … was out of place on his always happy looking face. There was one thing within the world. That was a whisper. A rumour. It never happened and when it did, the world stopped dead in his tracks and all evil felt a chill run up there spine.

THERE WAS NOTHING MORE TERRIFYING. THAN THE WRATH OF THE SWORD SAINT.

“I will ask you once.”

His breathing was … not calm nor collected. There was a crack, of bones within fingers, as his other hand, his digits were moving, his hand opening and closing several times. As his head turned to look behind him. He had come back, after a season of being away. Excited. A spring in his step almost. As he had practically ran from the other side of the world to get here before the new season would fall onto the lands, only to see this. A voice that was stern, serious, commanding as well. As he would not be refused this one request. Of all the things Reid was, he was never serious about his duties. He was playful, charming, humorous even to his enemies, until he wasn’t … and when he wasn’t, even the gods themselves pitied any who had mistakenly angered him and crossed him.

“Who did this to you.”

At the beginning of each season, though she tried very hard not to admit nor let it show, Nicolette eagerly awaited his inevitable return. Despite her attempts to feign indifference in the beginning, it became harder and harder with time to uphold the act, and at the first sign of change she would find herself on the precipice of some unspoken, hidden feeling that she refused to put a name to. To anyone with eyes it was clear that she was infatuated. It was usually easy to bury deep and ignore when he was not around ( though sometimes she became possessed by a strange longing ), but it would always burst forth like a blooming bud through melting snow as the time for his visit drew nearer. Nicolette often wondered what the people in her village must think. Perhaps they pitied her, surely some envied the attention the revered Sword Saint showered upon her, but regardless of their opinions, none could deny the benefits they all received, because of her foolish crush. They had always been rather well off, but their collective station and social standing had only increased, as a result of the many tributes offered. Not to mention, the luxury of complete safety they all lived under. No one could make the mistake of believing it mere coincidence.

He had never made any show or it, nor taken the chance to brag, entirely uncharacteristic, but Nicolette had noticed, anyway. She always noticed things, when it came to him— the way he almost appeared relieved when she turned him down now, how his attempts to bed her had become less insistent than they’d once been, even that he’d looked somehow lonely beneath it all, yet it seemed to lessen, when he was in her company. Maybe it was all wishful thinking or merely imagined in her head, but she liked to think it was real. It was the only reason, she still hadn’t given in, even after all this time. But some people, could not appreciate her headstrong nature, like he could. Her obstinance and loose tongue had garnered negative attention many times before, but it was rare that someone be so daring, and it had never happened this close to his visit. Nicolette... hadn’t wanted him to see her like this, ever. She felt utterly humiliated, and frankly embarrassed, to appear before him looking so unsightly, but it had never occurred to her not to meet him as she usually did. Missing him had won out, over her desire to hide. Even after she’d tried to make light of it, she knew it wouldn’t work, but still, she hadn’t quite expected his reaction.

The moment their gazes met and realization dawned on his face, Nicolette felt her heartrate increase tenfold in her chest, and it only grew faster as he dropped the lovely gifts in his arms and quickly closed the distance between them. One might think such a reaction was out of fear, but it was, in fact, quite the opposite. The eyepatch was torn from his head and tossed away ( a small blessing ), and then he was standing right before her, reaching out to cradle the injured side of her face in his large hand. Calloused fingertips gently prodded at the discoloration around her eye, thumb brushing over the cut on her bottom lip, causing her to both flinch and shiver, before she leaned into his palm, peering up at him with wide eyes, spellbound by his quietly simmering fury. ❝ Reid... it’s fine, I’m— ❞ His low voice interjected, leaving no room for argument or excuse. He spoke as if commanding her, yet she didn’t hate it, nor did she stubbornly refuse. She had never... seen him get angry before, but she was not so blind as to miss where that feeling was coming from. He was angry, for her sake. If Nicolette were being honest, she... liked it. It was certainly thrilling, but more than that, it made her feel unquestionably valued. Important, somehow.

Yet, she knew it would be unwise, to encourage it too much, at least over something this insignificant. ❝ It’s okay, ❞ She whispered, entirely fond, as delicate hands reached up, one touching his forearm as he continued to cradle her face, the other pressing against his heaving chest. ❝ It’s not that bad, it just looks worse because my skin is so fair. ❞ Which was likely true. It had certainly hurt quite a bit after the initial event, but the pain had dulled to merely an annoying sting, now. ❝ It was no one of any importance, I assure you. He’s already been dealt with, and I don’t say this for his sake— I fear if I tell you a name right now, you might betray your own vow, and he is hardly worth it. ❞ He had told her before, that he never killed humans, and from everything she’d seen him do, she believed him. It was an oath she didn’t quite understand, but respected nonetheless. As much as it might satisfy her to see the man who’d assaulted her be slain by his hands, she didn’t want to risk a burden like that weighing upon his shoulders. ❝ If... if you insist, even still, I will tell you... but I’d much prefer you take care of me instead. And I’d quite like to see those lovely flowers you brought? ❞

[its-deputy-caleb]

How would the Lord’s be with a s/o who’s short like 5’0 but they’re super sweet but can be feisty

Heyy so i’ve been sick recently so this may not be as good as always and it’s a little rushed but i hope it’s not too bad! but this was still always enjoyable to write as always! enjoy

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is lecturing one of the maidens for leaving one of the windows open when she feels something tapping on her leg.

Her eyebrow raises when she finds you tugging on the fabric of her dress, your hands covered in blood.

She picks you up by the back of your shirt as you give her the brightest but cheekiest smile.

“Now what have you been up to in these castle walls that has led you to put blood all over my dress.”

Your legs dangle in the air as you explain that you’ve spend the last four hours running around in the cellars and dungeons trying to find hidden trinkets. You didn’t anticipate to run into an array of grim reaper type creatures but you never turned down a challenge.

“My my, it seems you have been busy.”

Alcina throws you over her shoulder and carries you into her private quarters before she practically dumps you in the bath that swallows you.

“You, my dear are not coming to dinner looking like that.”

She’s seated on the edge of the tub, gloves removed as she rubs her expensive rose scented shampoo in your hair. For a moment it’s quite peaceful.

You’re ever the troublemaker and considering Alcina’s dress was already dirty you couldn’t help but splash water on her.

She grasps but plays into your cheeky ways and splashes you back just as playfully until you’re both soapy and covered in water.

You both dress for dinner with Alcina insisting you wear some of your more finer clothes but you still manage to pull some buttons loose here and there.

Although you’re a wild one, bouncing down the hallway and nearly knocking over one of Alcina’s fine porcelain vases, you still take her hand in yours and walk proudly into the dinner room with your lady.

You take your place at the dining table next to Alcina, your chair significantly higher to sit comfortably but she definitely pampered you with some of the finest cushions to boost you up.

Still you can’t help but feel happy and full of joy to see your family and that only lifts your mood further.

Donna Beneviento

Donna walks into the lounge room to find you chasing angie around, trying to get to her from behind the couch.

“You’ll never take me alive!!”

You’re just as crazy and rambunctious as Angie, the two of you instantly getting along. Donna smiles when she finds that Angie finally found a friend and she’s thrilled that Angie is taken with you.

“Will you two calm down before you break something!”

The two of you stop to stare at Donna who is holding a porcelain doll in her hands to stop it from being broken as you practically jump around the room.

But somehow through all your wildness you have a soft spot for Donna. Slowing your movements and walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her neck and hide your head under her chin.

“I’m sorry Dons, will you come exploring with Angie and I in the mountains??”

With you and Angie on either side of Donna, the three of you spend your afternoon exploring the caves near the waterfall.

Jumping over pools of rocks and mini cliffs, you always go first holding your hand out to Donna each time so she can hold onto while she jumps.

You’re always there to catch her too. It’s a little hard when you’re smaller than her but you’d never let her fall.

Eventually you come to an opening in one of the caves. The view is spectacular, with the waterfall cascading down and catching the fading light beautifully.

Your hand is in Donna’s gently rubbing your thumb on the back of her hand. However in a split second Angie comes up and surprises her with a loud BOO.

Donna’s surprised shriek rings in the cave she thinks she’s going to fall from the height of the cave, Angie’s creepy laughter eventually drowns it out.

You wrap your arms around her, keeping a calm but gentle hand on the back of her head to steady her.

“It’s alright, I gotcha now”

You hug Donna tightly, death glaring Angie behind her shoulder. When you pull away, you take Donna’s face and cradle it gently in your hands.

“Common, lets go home I could do with a nice warm cup of tea to go with a good book.”

Even though Donna was less adventurous as you were, she always enjoyed running around with you and Angie but you always spoiled her afterwards with a warm night in under blankets and warm tea while you read to her.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore was walking around the windmill trying to find you when he’s interrupted by a rather loud noise.

“HEY SAL GUESS WHO’S FINALLY TALLER THAN U??”

He audibly grasps when he sees you sitting on the wooden sail of windmill, smiling down on him.

You jump down and land in front of him, giggling at the small scream that leaves him. Stepping forward and into his space you place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s me!!”

You take Salvatore’s hand in your own and lead him to explore all the nooks and crannies of the windmill with him.

Eventually you run off from him and hide behind one of the wooden crates stacked in the corner.

Poor Salvatore is confused by where you’ve gone trying to find you frantically as he runs around looking for you. You had the advantage however, being small had its perks sometimes.

When he’s not looking you run up and jump him from behind, your hands wrapping around his neck as you cling to him.

His laugh bounces off the valley and he spins around with you in a piggyback. One of your favourite things is making him laugh.

You spend the next few hours playing what is basically hide and seek as you run around all through the windmills, reservoir and mines doing your best to stay clear of any lycans.

You’re a wild card in Salvatore’s otherwise quiet life, but he loves you nonetheless. But you don’t miss the way his hand clings to yours in a death grip.

However, sometimes you’re a little too wild for his comfort zone and he definitely refused to do the zip line with you. But he cheered for you from his place on the ground because he never wants you to change the way you are. To him, you’re perfect.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is always used to strange noises and loud bangs within the factory, but after living there for as long as he had; he can always tell when somethings out of place.

A rather large crash rings throughout the halls of the factory and Karl begrudgingly puts out his cigar, hoping that one of the Soldats hadn’t broken any of his equipment.

When he walks into a smelting room he finds you on the floor with metal boxes all over you and you buried under the toppled over shelf.

Karl flicks his wrist and all the metal moves to the corner of the room to reveal you huffing your hair out of your face.

You were looking for a mould to craft a new dagger with, sorting through the assortment of boxes when it all came falling down on top of you.

Karl moves his wrist once more, moving the mould you were looking for to his hand, a smug look on his face. He knew. For the last few weeks he’d seen you eyeing out that mould when you came to sit with him while he worked.

“Looking for something?”

You stand to your feet and try to snatch it out of his hand. Karl sees you coming from a mile away and holds it above your head, he doesn’t even need to use his powers for this one, his arm will do just fine.

He’s cocky and can’t help but torment the thing over your head like a child but in an instant you have him tackled to the ground. Now that one he didn’t see coming.

“Don’t think for a moment Heisenberg that just because I’m small that i couldn’t totally kick your ass if i needed to.”

Now you’re the one to be cocky as Karl stares in awe up at you, it took a lot of strength and maybe a hint of luck to bring down someone as powerful as him.

Eventually you let him up from his kindly uncomfortable position on the floor, his back strained against the metal grates. You totally don’t threaten to throw him at Alcina’s doorstep if he doesn’t make that new dagger for you.

Karl loved that about you, how feisty and wild you could be. It meant you were a great training partner and both of you either trained together often. Being small had its too. One thing Karl lacked was finesse and you were much more agile and skilled in your movements.

Other times you’d help Karl out in the factory by lifting boxes of scrap metal or even welding some of the weapons. He absolutely loved that about you, how he could easily be comfortable with you and his heart swelled when he could teach you all that he knew about metal. For the first time in a long time it felt like someone was on his side.

One day Karl saw you take a Soldat out with your new dagger and to say that it didn’t scare the shit out of him would be a fucking lie. Soldats were taller than him for christ sake.

Karl loved you though. He loved how fierce you were but you had the heart of gold and to him, you were this perfect little being that made his heart beat twice as fast when he was with you.

He loved that you could hold your own and would stand up to anyone but in the closed doors of the factory he got to see a softer more tender side of you filled with tender kisses and tight hugs.

[lol-im-done]

The Avenger & Baron of Sokovia

Thank you so much to @sagyunaro​ for coming up with this idea! I wrote too much to fit into a one shot so I’m splitting this into two parts!

Part One:

Part Two:

You can find this on my A03 as well: Anti_Social_Teen

Word Count: 2,818

What happened that horrible day in Sokovia affected you more than any other mission you had been on in your time with the Avengers. You had seen death, had seen destruction, narrowly avoided it every second of your life but as you lay on the ground of Novi Grad that day, trying so hard to keep the chunk of Sokovia close to the ground with your telekinetic abilities it became too much. You vividly remembered placing yourself close to the middle of the rising piece of Earth that Ultron was going to use like an atomic bomb to wipe out billions of innocent lives. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, running over to you. 

“I’m going to try and put it back down!” you replied, standing your ground. Wanda had come over with her brother Pietro, watching you with interest.

“Isn’t that what FRIDAY explained to us. The higher it goes the bigger the blast radius,” you said. Steve nodded, worry filling his face but you gave him a brave smile. Closing your eyes in concentration, your hands filled with dark green energy, tendrils beginning to snake down into the ground as it continued to rise. “I got this! Go!” you instructed them. It had felt like hours, you had never pushed yourself to these limits before and couldn't stop yourself from falling to your knees before you knew it your body collapsed completely but you persisted, your whole body and the area around you glowing green. Vaguely you could hear the others try to reach you but you shook your head silently, tears streaming down your face in pain and frustration, blood seeping out of your nose as you remained glued to the ground. 

The guilt of your weakness spread like a poison in your body, you weren't strong enough and by the end it didn't help when Novi Grad fell. They had told you that you had kept it at half the height it was supposed to be at, that your telekinetic energy had kept most of the big debris from falling but you ignored their voices of reason. It was Thor who had found you floating in the sea, passed out but cocooned by your powers. Numbness engulfed your body the instant you had awakened and you watched silently for the next few days as decisions were made on how the cleanup and relief would proceed. The answer became clear to you for what you needed to do next. 

“You don’t have to stay,” Steve murmured, placing his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. 

“Who will I be if I don’t,” you replied sadly. Steve could see how much this meant to you, so he gave you a warm strong hug before walking off to the Quinjet to return to the Compound leaving you in Sokovia. The terms of your stay were strictly humanitarian, to help cleanup the destruction, your identity kept a secret. Only around official Stark Relief Foundation workers did you use your telekinetic powers in the worst part of the devastation. With a solemn look in your eyes you waved your hands, slowly lifting chunks of peoples homes, their belongings falling into the ash and rubble. After a few hours of this you would walk around, picking up trinkets, photos, anything you could recover. You’d return to your small apartment Tony had gotten you, and cleaned them as best you could with your kit of brushes before returning them to the main headquarters where refugees and survivors could seek help. It was only supposed to be a week but you stayed longer. It was mainly your guilt that kept you tied to Sokovia but soon you felt yourself growing connected to the suffering country. It was another day at the Stark Relief Foundation building, you were slowly picking up Sokovian, Wanda had even facetimed you for a few hours each night trying to teach you some phrases. It was mostly silent, somber in this wing of the building where survivors would arrive, where recovered bodies were documented. Slowly your eyes caught sight of a distraught man a few feet away. 

“He just found his family in the rubble,” Lana murmured to you, eyes glancing at the man who sat a few chairs away. She brought out a clipboard but you took it gently from her hands. 

“I got this,” you replied and she gave you a grateful smile before walking off. With a sigh you walked over to the man, who was covered in dust.  

“Hi. Ahoj,” your soft voice broke through the wall of silence the man had created around himself. It took him a few seconds to lift his head finally and the look of heartbreak on his face made a lump form in your throat. 

“My name is (Y/N). I’m a volunteer and I’m going to help you fill out some forms,” you said, taking a seat next to him. “English or Sokovian?” you asked. “English is fine,” he finally spoke, coughing to clear his throat. Giving him a sympathetic look, you passed him a handkerchief from your pocket which he took gratefully. 

“I know this is a difficult time but I’m here to help with whatever you need. We will help you find shelter, get food and financial assistance and help with the death certificates of your family,” you explained. The way you spoke to him was unusual, straightforward but kind. It was the custom to speak formally almost coldly to strangers, but there was a softness in your eyes. “So what is your name?” you asked. 

“Zemo. Helmut Zemo,” he replied. Giving him a small smile you brought out your pen and got to work. In the next few days you came to realize that Helmut Zemo was not just any ordinary citizen, he was a Baron. Even as Sokovia continued to crumble at the institutional level, Helmut played an active part in donating funds to the local organizations. He became a familiar face, always an active presence during the day and after a few weeks of working together you could comfortably call him a friend. You still didn’t reveal your true identity, there was a growing sentiment from some in Sokovia against the Avengers but overall most people were grateful you all had saved the world. You still struggled with guilt of course but things were becoming easier. Spending time with Helmut was peaceful, he would often read aloud to you when you spent time at each other's apartments after a long day of work. Even with his wealth he chose a modest apartment a few blocks from yours. Things always remained strictly friendly, both of you keeping conversations light and rarely bringing up your origins or past life. It became a comfort to listen to his Sokovian accent, look into those captivating brown eyes. Helmut often felt the start of a warm feeling in his chest when he heard your airy laugh after his terrible jokes but he forced himself to suppress the feeling. Just when you thought it would be a good idea to open up to him, to begin to reveal your true identity that was all shattered the moment you entered his apartment one evening. 

It was dark, only the crackling fire from the fireplace providing a light source. He stood back turned to you, hunched over the fire a glass of whiskey clenched in his hand. 

“Helmut?” you whispered, closing the door softly behind you so as to not startle him. 

“You’re an Avenger,” Helmut whispered, and when he turned around you saw something in his eyes you had never seen before. Anger and hatred, it was amplified by the reflection of flames in his eyes.  

“Who told you?” you asked, trying to stay calm but your heart pounded beneath your shirt. 

“I heard the Stark Relief Foundation workers talking about you. How Stark was coming to visit you soon,” he sneered. “Is it true?” Helmut asked. Wordlessly you lifted your hand twisting it summoning your telekinetic energy. That was all he needed, he began shaking his head a dark laugh coming from his mouth. “What is this then? Why are you here?” Zemo snapped, pacing close to the fireplace.

“I stayed to help,” you began but he threw his glass against the wall, shattering the glass cup. It stunned you, making you jump in place.

“Help,” he said coldly. 

“Helmut please let me explain-,” you tried to say, your voice wavering with emotion. 

“No! You played a part in it! You’re the reason why my family is dead!” Helmut screamed. Those last words hit you like a slap in the face, face falling as your heart seemed to crack right down the middle. It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room and before you knew it all the guilt and shame and memories hit you like a ton of bricks. There was no use in trying to say something, when you opened your mouth no words came out. Helmut made no attempt to move towards you, no attempt to take back his words as you turned away and stumbled out of the door. Heavy sobs began to slip out of your mouth, as memories flashed in your head, the screams of the innocent civilians, the bodies of the dead. Through tears you made your way back to your apartment, packed and left Sokovia that same night. 

You didn’t return to the Compound after that, choosing to stay in Switzerland in a home that Tony owned and had let you stay in. He felt for you, as did the others on the team as much as they wanted you to return to them. This is where you stayed in solitude and when the Accords were announced you had made no attempt to be a part of the rift between Steve and Tony. You thought it was ridiculous and when you were summoned by Ross you ignored the summons and remained secluded. It wasn’t until it was all over that you were granted a loose term of conditions to keep your freedom even though you hadn’t done anything. It shocked you, when you found out what Helmut had done, the plan he orchestrated. How could the kind man from Sokovia become so full of hatred and vengeance? You knew his wife, son and father had died. You had been the one to fill out their death certificates but never could you imagine it would end like this. He was often on your mind as best as you tried to shake him off but he had made an impact on your life. It wasn’t until one sunny morning that you received an unexpected call.

 “Hello?” you answered the phone as you stirred the sugar into your tea.

“Is this (Y/N) (L/N)?,” the German voice asked. 

“Yes. Who are you?” you asked a bit suspiciously.

“I’m Warden of the Berlin Detention Center where Helmut Zemo is being kept. He’s asked to meet with you and we would normally deny this request but seeing as you are an Avenger-,” the Warden began but you cut him off.

“I was an Avenger,” you corrected but he continued. 

“It is up to you if you would like to see him. If not I can tell him his request was denied,” he finished. A strange feeling filled you, why bother seeing him? He hated you, tore your family apart in revenge. But then you thought about the hurt and pain you both faced in Sokovia. 

“I’ll be there in 48 hours,” you finally said into the phone. Even after he had hung up you stayed there by the kitchen counter, tears silently flowing down your cheeks. 

Following the armed guards you clutched your purse tightly, the nerves finally hitting you at what you were about to do. It felt like you were in a dream as the door slid open, revealing a dark cell with a glass wall and a chair in front of it. There was no movement from the cell as you sat down on the chair they provided you, you actively avoided Helmut’s gaze, setting your bag down. You kept your eyes trained on the piece of lint on your jeans until he finally spoke up breaking the silence, but there was tension. 

“Will you not look at me (Y/N)?” that rich Sokovian voice that haunted your dreams asked.

“I didn’t think you’d want to look into the face of your family’s killer,” you said, the words sounded harsher than you intended. By the time you looked up to meet his eyes, Helmut’s face was a vision of regret. 

“I should have never said those things to you,” Helmut said, coming closer to the wall that separated him from you. He looked differently from the last time you had seen him, he looked defeated. His chestnut hair was tousled, stubble beginning to grow on his jawline. 

“Yet you did and never gave me a chance to explain,” you snapped crossing your arms.  

“My anger was misplaced. I see that now,” Helmut began. “I saw the footage, what they had recovered. The way you tried to save Novi Grad,” Helmut said, emotion filling his voice. 

“We tried to save Novi Grad,” you interrupted, even if you could see how the Avengers held responsibility, you weren’t going to allow him to slander your family. Helmut grimaced at your words. “Why did you ask me here?” you snapped, eyes hardening. Helmut inched closer to the glass, nervously running his hands through his hair.

“I’ve been contemplating what I’ve done. I realized that even if you had not been involved I hurt you and you didn’t deserve that especially after what I did to you in Sokovia,” Helmut said. Lifting your brow you allowed him to continue.“If you let me I would like to explain myself, not excuse myself. I want to tell you everything,” Helmut said. It felt like torture for Helmut, every second waiting for your response. 

“Alright. I’ll listen,” you finally said, leaning back into your chair. The faintest smile filled Helmut’s face as he began his story. In the weeks and months that passed by, it became a weekly occurrence to meet him. Berlin wasn’t too far from where you resided in Switzerland, the train ride was a part of your weekly routine now. When Tony had called you, expressing his concern at your visitations you explained that this was purely rehabilitation, for both you and Helmut. He wasn’t entirely convinced but he couldn’t stop you, not even Steve when he tracked you down to talk to you.

“(Y/N),” Steve greeted, surprising you in the alleyway by your apartment. “Steve! Christ you scared me,” you snapped, holding a hand to your heart. Giving him a stern look he chuckled. 

“Are you going to see Zemo?” Steve asked.

“Yes. Are you here to try and stop me?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I just want to make sure he’s not using you, manipulating you,” Steve sighed. “Don’t you trust me Steve?” you asked, stepping closer to him.

“I don’t trust him,” Steve replied. 

“He was in the wrong. I know that Steve but everyone deserves a chance to explain themselves, a second chance. You of all people should understand that,” you said. Steve stared down at you with those intense blue eyes but he knew you were right. Giving you a strong hug he retreated back into the shadows. 

“What are you thinking of miláčik?” Helmut whispered one day as you listened to him read a book on Russian history. History was something you both enjoyed so you would bring books every week for him. Heat rose in your cheeks at the way he called you darling but you shrugged. 

“How much I enjoy spending time with you. Even in this prison,” you murmured. Helmut smiled, feeling a joy he seldom felt since his family had perished. 

“I wish there wasn’t this glass between us,” Helmut said, but his tone surprised you. It was almost sad, and when you met his eyes there was something new in them. This was your chance, to admit your growing feelings for Helmut. Helmut watched you lean forward, giving him a closer view of your face. It was constantly in his dreams, your eyes his new favorite color. 

“Helmut I-,” you began to say, eyes full of adoration and sincerity but the words became stuck in your throat. Helmut’s confusion at your loss of words turned into horror as you slowly became dust, eyes wide with fear. The last thing he saw was your glowing green hand outstretched trying to reach him as he slammed his body against the glass, voice screaming your name until you were nothing. He was stuck in his cell of helplessness and loss, and that is how he stayed for five more years.