#if I ever broke my nose I would break down sobbing so hard that I would die on the spot

[softwaluigi]

anyone got any pointers on how to get into watching wrestling?

[arcticwolf144]

A list of some things I noticed during the last matinee of Next to Normal UK

Diana pointed and yelled something from upstairs just before Natalie started singing for the first time. Like “wahey” sort of energy

She also absolutely bellowed “dive in with both feet” an inch from Dan’s face 

Diana was very insistent that Dan not touch her sandwiches. Kept waving him off

While Natalie was singing Everything Else Diana was peeling the crust off bread slices in time with the beat. I’ve never noticed that before so idk if it was a last day thing or if I’ve just missed it until now but it was very funny. 

Natalie looked like she was tearing up in Perfect for You. She was so happy and it was so cute 

Dan juggled three pieces of garlic bread during It’s Gonna Be Good lmao 

Natalie was so distressed during It’s Gonna Be Good. Like going “please get down!” when Diana climbed on the chair and flinching away from the water. She also mouthed “I’m so sorry” to Henry while everyone else was setting the table

I could hear her sobbing as she ran upstairs

Diana was mouthing “fuck off” to herself a lot while Dan was singing I Am the One.

When Diana started yelling Natalie covered her ears and she was sobbing so hard like the hardest I’ve ever seen someone cry on stage oh my god 

Gabe laughed when Natalie came down the stairs in Superboy 

Diana kept mouthing “shut up, shut the fuck up” when Gabe and Natalie started singing together

A lot of tears during Catch Me I’m Falling

Gabe was so horrified when he saw the blood during I’ve Been. Like he came on, knelt down on the stage and was just staring at the floor, at one point with his nose like inches from the stage. I’ve seen various interpretations but to me it always seems like he can’t quite understand what’s happened or how it’s got there. He knows he told Diana to join him but didn’t realise how violent that would be? Idk. But anyway then he curled against the counter crying and combine that with Jamie’s unbelievable acting through song and it was a hard watch

During the first verse of Wish I Were Here Natalie kept reaching for Diana

I think there was a muck up matinee prank happening in the wings on (the audience’s) left. As the island was spinning Trevor, Jack and Jamie seemed to notice something and were trying not to laugh. Like they’d look into the wings, smile a bit, and then they’d look at each other and then really quickly look away. This happened for the whole song every time the stage rotated. Caissie also seemed to do the tiniest double take when she faced that side of the stage.

Jack didn’t leave the stage after Aftershocks he was standing in the farthest box. So you could see Gabe’s silhouette in the far corner while the next scenes were happening which was quite powerful. 

Diana literally went “what the fuck?” when Dr Madden sent her away after telling her about Gabe 

Diana fully gasped as she put the music box down and the intro to How Could I Ever Forget started. 

When Diana moved away from Gabe during I’m Alive (Reprise) she had her hands over her heart and she was crying and just kept mouthing “my baby”. It was heartbreaking. Then the realisation hit her of what it meant and she got scared and ran off.

Gabe started crying even before Diana looked at him during The Break. He went from exhilaration during the first verse to suddenly getting scared when Diana came in with “they tried a million meds…”. For the rest of the song he was trying to get her attention, crawling up and down the counter in tears. Then when she touched him he completely broke down and was clinging onto her and crying so hard. 

He was also crying when he came out from behind the counter

Natalie sobbed out “stop” when Diana kissed her head in Maybe 

I Am the One (Reprise) may deserve its own post but anyway: Gabe was crying from his first lines (Jack was subtly wiping their face on their sleeve between phrases). He absolutely latched onto Dan, and Dan was sob-shouting his lines while Gabe was absolutely screaming his. When Dan pulled away Gabe tried so hard to catch hold of him again so they had this little tussle mid song during the “yeah”s. Dan then backed away, Gabe leaned fully over the side of the counter reaching for him and tried to belt out “I am the one who loved you” with all his soul but his voice broke so badly basically no sound came out until “loved you”. The same happened with the “tried” on the next line. It was absolutely beautiful and so heartbreaking. He then managed to get out the “you’ve always known who I am”, did this massive sobbing gasp afterwards and was just staring at Dan with tears running down his face. “Hi Dad” was so small and cracky it shattered my heart. Dan then slowly walked towards Gabe with his hand outstretched but stopped just before he reached him, and Gabe raised his hand too so their fingers almost touched and that’s when Natalie came in. Gabe then broke down audibly sobbing

Dan started to break when Gabe touched Natalie’s hand but Gabe then stopped at the bottom of the stairs to cry and Dan started absolutely gasping and sobbing and it was so sad. Like he was watching Gabe leave him for a second time and it destroyed him.

Diana was watching Nat and Henry interact in Light which was a lovely moment. She did a kind of “well fair enough” smile when Henry asked if her parents were real 

[wnobin]

dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: you and anton reconnect in college but he seems different. different hair colour, different style, but still the same anton you fell in love with.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

it’s been almost a year since you last saw anton in person. you stood outside his house, waiting for your turn to say your goodbyes to him, trying your best to suppress your tears. after anton’s dad gave him a hug and patted his back, it was now your turn with him.

“so are you excited to spend the next four hours on the road?” anton chuckled softly at your question, nodding as he reached into his bag and pulling out something. it was your childhood teddy bear that you gave him during your first meeting as kids. “not really but it’ll be more tolerable when i have a mini you with me.”

at this point your lips were already quivering, eyes welling up with tears. “can’t believe you’re bringing mr. fuzzles with you…” your voice was shaking, tears already rolling down your cheeks. how were you supposed to deal with not seeing anton everyday? you just wanted him close all the time, he was the one you ran to every time something good or bad happened and you couldn’t imagine running to anyone else. as supportive as you were, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

“c’mon you promised you wouldn’t cry. you pinky promised!” anton playfully ruffled your hair before bringing his thumb up to wipe the tears off your rosy cheeks. you had snot dripping from your nose, hiccuping as you sobbed. despite that, anton still found you adorable and thought you were so, so pretty. he couldn’t help but pull you into a tight hug, rubbing your back as he comforted you. you held onto him tightly, as if it would stop him from leaving. “don’t want you to go, anton… who’s gonna tie my laces for me and read to me when i can’t sleep?”

letting out a shaky breath, anton felt tears threatening to fall. he told you not to cry but he couldn’t help but to do the same when he saw how heartbroken you were over him leaving. he didn’t want to let go of you, your presence feeling like home to him. he eventually broke the hug, hands finding their way to your cheeks as he tilted your head up to look at him. anton’s eyes were glossy and he let out shaky breaths through his parted lips. he looked so pretty like this. you always thought anton was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. anton leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “call me when you can’t sleep. i’ll read you bedtime stories, like always. okay?”

eventually, anton had to leave. you waved him goodbye until the car was out of sight and you weren’t crying as hard anymore. you promised yourself that day that you would do anything to be by anton’s side again. you couldn’t bear being apart from him. sure, you and anton would frequently call at any spare moment you two had, no matter how tired you both were. it just wasn’t the same, you wanted anton as close to you as possible. you spent day and night studying hard, telling yourself that it would all be worth it when you get into the same college as anton and you would be with him again. your other friends called you insane, dedicating hours to studying and flaking on plans with them just so you could attend the same school as anton. you ignored them, they didn’t understand and they were never as important to you as anton was anyways. after months of putting your heart and soul into endless hours of studying, your efforts finally paid off when you opened the acceptance letter to anton’s college. anton didn’t know that you were studying so hard just to be with him again and you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

now here you were, standing in front of anton’s dorm room while carrying two heavy bags filled with items to give him. you decided it was best to surprise him in person. when anton’s parents found out you were planning to visit him, his mom made sure to send you off with boxes upon boxes of homemade food and a slip of paper with anton’s address on it. you were hesitant to ring the doorbell, maybe you should have called him beforehand instead of showing up out of the blue. before you could ring the doorbell or pussy out and leave, the door of the unit swung open to reveal a taller male with brown hair. “can i help you?” this definitely wasn’t anton and anton didn’t have roommates either.

realisation sunk in. this wasn’t anton’s dorm and you were given the wrong address. “oh my god— i must be at the wrong dorm, i was looking for—“

“y/n?”

you turned your head to find anton standing next to you. he was carrying a duffle bag, hair messy and slightly disheveled, as if he just came from practice. you stared at him, taken aback by how different he looked now compared to when you last saw him. anton was taller now, arms bigger, and his hair was red. you completely forgot about the stranger whose door you were standing at. “you never told me you dyed your hair.”

“and you never told me you were coming.” he ran his fingers through his red strands, corners of his lips turning to give you his shy smile that you missed seeing so badly. your heart couldn’t help but to skip a beat. although he looked different, his soft spoken voice and personality stayed the same and you felt like you were falling in love all over again. “came here to surprise you.”

anton pulled you into a tight hug, almost crushing your bones. you didn’t care that he was sweaty, you just missed his touch and wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. anton was here. anton is finally by your side again. “um, hello…??”

your attention was brought back to the confused man and you cleared your throat, apologising. “eunseok, this is y/n! you remember her, my best friend!” anton talked about you to his college friends? your head began to turn dizzy, a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you waved at eunseok, who waved back. “did my mom give you the wrong unit number? swear she does that all the time, so many of my packages end up at eunseok’s dorm.” anton groaned as he looked at the slip of paper with his address that you held. you nodded sheepishly, still unable to process that you were seeing anton in person again and how good he looked. college really did him good. “well, i’m gonna head to my classes. you two have fun!”

eunseok bid his goodbyes after locking his door, leaving you and anton on your own. “these for me?” he gestured to the food filled bags. “your mom made it for you.”

“really?! i missed it so much. missed you too, of course.”

anton mumbled the last part but you still heard it, your mind replaying his words. anton missed you. you wondered if he thought about you as much as you did about him. you couldn’t help but to stare at him unashamedly. while you remained the same height, anton looks like he had a growth spurt in the past year, towering over you. his shoulders were wider and arms so toned and muscular now. “you gonna keep staring or you wanna come in?”

snapping back to reality, anton had already unlocked his door and helped to bring in the heavy bags that you struggled to lift. you stepped in to his dorm, which was unsurprisingly clean and tidy except for a few hoodies laying around. he had a guitar displayed in his living room and a few potted plants around. “you like it here?” you hummed and nodded, eyes still scanning around the living room and kitchen area as anton began to unpack tupperware containers filled with food into his refrigerator. you began to stare at him again, unable to stop yourself from admiring his features. his gorgeous eyes that you always loved staring into, his jawline that looked as if it was chiseled by micheal angelo, his plump lips that look so kissable, his arms that you wanted so badly to bite onto.

“let me show you my room next!” anton excitedly held onto your hand and dragged you into his bedroom once he was done putting away all the food. anton hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palms were from how nervous he was to see you again. throughout his time in college, the thought of you plagued his mind. it was hard not to think of you when you were at the top of his notifications everyday, when he slept with your teddy bear every night and when he looked at his books, all he could think of was when you would both read them together. all he thought about was you and when he would see you again. he would tell his college friends about you, showing them your pictures with hearts in his eyes. he thought it was just normal friendship stuff to be missing you so badly, especially since you’ve been friends for over a decade. that was until sungchan, eunseok’s roommate laughed at him. “dude, you obviously like her and she obviously likes you. this isn’t a friendship anymore.” anton wasn’t sure which he was more shocked by, the fact that he definitely had feelings for you or the fact that you probably felt the same. his group of friends hummed in agreement, shotaro throwing around a joke that anton shows you off like you’re his girlfriend.

the first thing that caught your eye was the teddy bear on anton’s bed, cutely tucked into the sheets. “aww, you’re taking such good care of him!” your giggles sounded like music to his ears. god, he missed you so much. after his friends told him he was probably in love with you, he would lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling while thinking of you. did he like you? of course not! you were his friend, basically like a little sister to him. but then again, he never found any other girl as attractive to him as you. whenever he went on dates, he would find the girls to be difficult to connect with. they would poke fun at his soft spoken personality and try to get him to be more extroverted. you on the other hand, encouraged him to be the purest version of himself, never once complaining about how shy he is and how he liked to keep to himself. did anton think you were pretty? definitely! he loved how soft and plump your cheeks were, he would lay in bed thinking about the next time he got to squish your cheeks. he loved your soft and warm personality, always ready to comfort him when he was stressed about practice and assignments despite you being miles away. he loved you. he just didn’t know how to tell you, or if he even should. “so… did you just take a four hour car ride to drop off food for me?”

you fiddled with your fingers, a sheepish smile on your face as you got closer to anton. “we’re gonna be schoolmates! i start next semester!” anton feels his heart speed up, not only from the close proximity but also the fact that he would get to see you everyday from now on. it would definitely be harder for him to hide his feelings but he was happy for you and there was nothing more that he wanted than to be neighbours with you again. “that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!”

you and anton spent the rest of the day catching up, talking until the sun went down and then ordering in food for dinner. he convinced you to stay the night, insisting that it was too late and that you could go back in the morning. the both of you sat next to each other, backs against the wall as anton ranted about his exams that recently ended, thankful that the next few weeks would be a break for him and that he was planning to go home for awhile. you and anton talked like before and you were thankful that there was no awkward stage and your chemistry still remained unchanged. “i was really stressed that one night when my laptop died on me an hour before my submission! luckily my work was saved and i managed to submit everything on time… so to celebrate, i dyed my hair on impulse with the help of my friends.” anton had his head on your lap as you played with it, braiding a small section of it. his hair was so long now and he looked so breathtaking. you could tell his energy was slowly fleeting as his voice got softer and he eventually stopped talking. you continued to pat his head as he drifted off into sleep, eyes fluttering shut as he let out soft snores.

you were okay with never being anything with anton, remaining friends forever as long as it meant that he would be by your side. you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, not knowing what you would do without him.

[hearts4hughes]

hits different | trevor zegras

(trevor zegras x fem! reader)

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my notes forever, and i’ve just managed to finish it😭 it took wayyyy too long, but i’m proud of this!

warnings: intoxication, alcohol, angst, light swearing

the pulsating bass reverberates through your body as you stand at the bar, drink in hand, trying to wash your hands of the memories of a love gone wrong. your mind drifts to the mess that trevor made of you and the hurtful images that linger in your thoughts.

you wondered if he had already moved on. if he was cooking for another girl at his apartment, or if he had strolled through the streets of anaheim with her hand in hand. had he forgotten about you? three years of love washed down the drain like dirt and filth as he confided in another woman with his love. just the mere thought sends waves of nausea through your body.

it didn’t make sense. you thought breaking up with him was the right decision, but since then, all you’ve felt was pure heartbreak.

it all started with the duck’s bad season. he was frustrated and stressed. he thought he was the problem- even though he wasn’t- and he went into an emotional hole. at the time, you didn’t understand what was happening. you thought he fell out of love with you, so as hard as it was, you broke up with him. the second the words flew off your tongue, he broke down- sobbing, yelling, begging, anything that would help you stay.

you can't help but reflect on how you used to move on so easily, like switching out partners and escaping town, but everything feels different now. the bars you visit play songs that remind you of what once was, and it hurts like nothing you've experienced before.

“y/n,” julia calls out, snapping you back into reality, “you have to stop thinking of him, it’s not going to help.” her hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back. you look at her, your face completely blank of emotion. it’s easier said than done to forget about someone who preoccupied so much of your time, and the alcohol in your system isn’t helping.

“i know, i just,” you stammer, “i just can’t escape him. it’s like he’s haunting me. everywhere i look i’m reminded of the memories we made.” she looks at you with pity.

“love is a lie, babe. you know this already.” she says- the same thing she’s been telling you since forever. “remember when you broke up with aaron?” she asks and you nod in response. “you thought he was the one and that you’d never ever move on, but after a little bit you did. you just need to give it time and you’ll get over him.”

whining, you grab your shot, throwing your head back and downing it. your nose scrunched as the alcohol burned down your throat. “but what if i don’t want to get over him, jul? i don’t want to forget about him. i just want to be with him, i just want trevor.” your words were slurred- almost incoherent.

people around you began to stare and watch the unfolding scene. protectively, julia brought you into a hug, shielding your face from everyone before they saw your tears. “let’s get you home, honey.” she cooed, wrapping her arm around your waist and helping you out of your seat.

-

julia brought you home, making sure you got into your house safely before driving away. you swung the front door open and stumbled into your apartment. the digital clock on the wall read 2:20am. you ripped off your heels, discarding them somewhere in your living room, and walking into your bedroom. your hair was a frizzy mess, lipstick smudged, mascara smeared everywhere, but you could care less.

you find yourself alone in your room, surrounded by memories of the past, with one particular item catching your eye- trevor’s hat. it sits on a shelf, seemingly untouched since the day you parted ways. the sight of it evokes a rush of bittersweet emotions, and you can't help but pick it up, feeling its fabric against your fingertips. the hat holds a piece of him, a piece of the love you once shared, and the weight of the memories is overwhelming.

as you hold the hat in your hands, a wave of nostalgia washes over you. memories of your time together flood your mind – the laughter, the inside jokes, the intimate moments shared under that very hat. you miss him, and the feeling intensifies with each passing day. the warmth and comfort that his presence once brought into your life are now a distant memory.

you bring the hat close to your chest, hugging it tightly as if it was him. the scent of his cologne, faint but still lingering, brings you back to those tender moments when he would embrace you, and your heart aches.

with each tear that falls, you let yourself feel the grief, the longing, and the emptiness that comes with a wound that hasn’t completely healed. you find yourself whispering his name into the fabric, wishing he were there, holding you.

suddenly, you hear a key turning in the door down the hallway. is it him? is it trevor? or has julia come to take you away from your apartment and the suffocating reminders of him?

the door closes and you hear footsteps approaching your room. the footsteps become louder as the mystery person gets closer. you close your eyes, not bothered to know who it is; however, a small part of you hopes, even wishes that it’s him.

“love?” he calls out, causing your eyes to shoot open. you see him standing in the doorway- a blurry version of him due to the alcohol and crying. a frown adorns his lips as he looks down at you. your tear stained face and bloodshot eyes give him a hint of what you were just doing. “oh y/n,” he coos, making his way over to you and repositioning you into his lap.

his arms snake around your body, pulling you close to his chest. you open your mouth to say something, but the words get caught in your throat. he presses reassuring kisses to the top of your head as you cry into his embrace.

"i’m so sorry, y/n," he whispers, his voice filled with remorse. "i messed up, and i’ve been a mess ever since you left." you try to find the right words to say, but your emotions are too overwhelming, your heart too raw. instead, you bury your face in his chest, holding on to him as if he might slip away again.

"fuck, i thought you moved on," you manage to say through your tears, your voice shaking. "all i could imagine was you with another girl, trev.”

he sights, gently rubbing your back. "no, love, there hasn't been anyone else. i’ve been miserable without you. you were always the one."

“i thought you had fallen out of love with me, that’s why i broke up with you.” your voice trembles with hurt as he feels a pang of guilt in his heart.

his expression softens, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "i was going through a rough time, and I didn't know how to handle it. i thought i was the problem, and i didn't want to bother you with my struggles. i never meant to hurt you." you move your head away from his body, staring deeply into his eyes. he’s been crying too. in that moment, you realize that he's hurting too, and maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for healing and forgiveness.

"i miss you, trevor," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "my friends try to take me out to have fun and get drunk, but i always end up slurring your name until someone puts me in a car. they’re going to stop inviting me soon.” you joke- a coping mechanism you’ve had since you were young.

he lets out a small laugh, bringing his hand up to wipe away stray tears, “i’m here now," he replies, "and i want to try again, to make things right. i love you, and my life is a fucking wreck without you."

“i love you too,” your voice is soft and sincere. a smile graces his lips and for the first time since forever, your lips connect with his, reviving what you thought was gone.

[soundlessroom]

When your Light dims

This was a script to a comic I planned, but never drew. I uploaded it once on my RP Blog, which is no more. So I am uploading it here again since I did receive really nice feedback.

"When your light dims, I'll be waiting for you."

These were Gale's last words to her. He didn't even say it himself, but rather a leftover of life force in his corpse. It made her question, for the first time ever, if any of what the corpses said were true. Not that she doubted Gale, but those words were so bittersweet, she couldn't help but sob. The spell broke before even five questions were answered. Her arms were tight around Gale, her tears mixing with the blood in his robe while she felt her nose running, her voice cracking, getting a headache from the lack of breath.

He was gone.

It was hard to move on, hard to have one's future ripped from one's hand so badly, all the plans they had, all those things she couldn't tell him. On Jaheira's advice, she began to write letters to Gale he would never receive.

About them helping to rebuild Baldur's Gate, about her travels to Waterdeep and meeting his mother, about the many stories she told and wondered if her favorite wizard would be angry at his mother for telling her those, or if he would just slide embarrassed under the table. The scratches of Tara she deserved when hearing upon his fate.

But time passed, people got older. She noted down how Wyll was even in his old age truly the blade of the frontier and only accepted her help when he truly couldn't stand up anymore from his chair.

Gale, I bet you would have looked breathtaking with silver hair. Your little strands already were driving me almost crazy. I began counting them, just like you did with my freckles. I never finished though. It was a wonderful way to spend time in the quiet with you.

How she spent her adventuring time with Jaheira and the Harpers, always on a search for a cure or a way so Astarion could go back into the sun. Also, how Jaheira, just like Wyll, denied any help of her, but her children loved and cared under big nagging their mother to the end. How resilient could a woman be? Ceres was sure Jaheira would die on the battlefield just like Minsc, but she wasn't as reckless.

Tell me, Gale, did you ever want children? If yes, how would you name them? If not, how many dogs would I be allowed to adopt? And how would we name those? What about a Tressym family?

After she left the Harpers, she tried to meet with Shadowheart as often as she could.

Did you know she really got her little farm? It's so much more work than she anticipated, but she never looked so happy. And despite having a farm, she somehow managed to smell like the flowers from her garden.

You always smelled like a library. I loved it. I loved your scent so much. Do you remember how I stole your robe after you went into the river? I said it was for a prank, but I was too shy to admit that your scent alone made me feel like there was nothing but a happy end waiting for us."

But when Shadowheart showed her first wrinkles and gray strands, it was then that Ceres too noticed that she was getting older. It began with Astarion more often than not suggesting a break. The roads they managed to pass got shorter, to explore dungeons always included a long rest.

I heard of a spell called wish that could heal Astarion. Also, that one can use a divine favor to cure him. I am sure you knew that, didn't you? Astarion immediately dismissed the chance a god would help him. Who can blame him? In all those centuries, they never came to help us. I wonder, if I would have agreed with you to get the Crown of Karsus, would you be alive? Was I wrong to stop you? (I love you so much.)

The days get heavier, longer. Astarion suggested we should visit Halsin again in Reithwyn, haven't seen him for so long. I was really giddy at this suggestion. But were the roads always this bumpy? Or do they just build worse carriages over the centuries? Astarion said he didn't notice anything. It's hard to tell how old my body is, except when I look at my hands. I see wrinkles, I see veins, I think I got more freckles and your old count does not count anymore. When we meet, you have to start anew. Halsin got me immediately an own room. Despite being older than me, he still looks like on the first day. Maybe I should have become a druid too.

I still can't stop thinking about the spell to heal Astarion. I wonder if you need to be a chosen or a cleric for a divine favor. For sure, I did everything Eilistraee would be proud of me. I will try my luck. If she doesn't listen to one of Baldur's Gate's heroes, maybe at least Astarion found a home at Halsin's side.

My last days I spend with praying. My knees hurt, my limbs ache. I am at a point where I pray because I cannot get up anymore without the help of one of the people from Reithwyn. It makes me wonder, if Mystra had made you a chosen again, would you have stopped aging like Elminster one day? Would you be next to me, with long, silver hair, and help me up? Would you be the one, forced to watch me age, while you live eternally? Maybe what I am doing is for naught, but it's all I can do, while my body is too weak to even pass the city's border.

I cannot leave the bed, so I am reading all those letters I wrote to you, so I won't forget anything I wanted to tell you. But as my hands are shaking, writing this last letter to you, I know at least how to greet you. I will look into your wonderful, hazelnut eyes, and tell you... ... .. .

[querkynchaotic]

i gave you all x crimson rivers

SPOILERS crimson rivers chapter 50 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

for those of you who have read it :

here are the lyrics to i gave you all by mumford and sons, interwoven with quotes from chapter 50. because that song fucks me up, and that chapter fucks me up, so you know. might as well make a deal out of it.

don't thank me for the tears ;)

Rip the earth in two with your mind

"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts

Seal the urge which ensues with brass wires

"Grow up, Regulus." 

"You won't let me!"

I never meant you any harm

"I was a kid, too." 

But your tears feel warm as they fall on my forearm

"The one who didn't grow up is you, Sirius, not me. You're still that kid trying to protect me at every turn, but I got older, and I learned to take care of myself, and I don't need you anymore." 

But close my eyes for a while

"Shut up," Sirius says reflexively, his mouth dry, heart thundering hard in his chest. You do, he thinks desperately. You do need me. You'll always need me. 

Force from the world a patient smile

"What I regret most isn't that you broke your promise, Sirius," Regulus continues. "It's that I wasted time caring enough to ask for a promise from you at all." 

How can you say that your truth is better than ours?

"And I don't anymore," Regulus presses on. "Care, that is."

Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms

Sirius' mind just—doesn't accept it. Not this. Not from his little brother. His little brother. Always his little brother. 

The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home

"Oh, you're clever," Sirius breathes out

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won

"You're not going to fight me." 

But I gave you all

"No," Sirius says. "I'm not." 

I gave you all

"You're my brother. I love you. 

I gave you all

That's what it is, that's what it's always been, and that's what it will forever be." 

Close my eyes for a while

"Only one of us can make it home" 

Force from the world a patient smile

Sirius softens, helplessly. "I know, and that's you."

But I gave you all

Regulus doesn't move, doesn't break his gaze, doesn't do anything for a long moment—and then, calmly, he says, "Are you willing to bet your life on that?" 

I gave you all

"Yes," Sirius says firmly, then holds his arms out and leaves himself an open target. All Regulus has to do is throw his dagger, and that'll be it. He doesn't. 

I gave you all

"Are you willing to bet someone else's life on that?" Regulus asks quietly, holding his gaze. "Your moon's, perhaps." 

And you rip it from my hands

And you swear it's all gone

Sirius doesn't let him finish. Doesn't even give him the chance. In seconds, he has Regulus flat on his back on the ground, hitting him once, twice, a third time. 

And you rip out all I had

Just to say that you've won

Everything seems to fall apart, and it hurts, because this—it's proof. It's convincing. Sirius, for the first time, doesn't believe in his brother. Because Regulus wants to say Remus' name, and that would hurt Sirius more than dying by Regulus' hand.

And you rip it from my hands

And you swear it's all gone

After everything that Sirius did for him. 

After everything that Sirius suffered for him. 

And you rip out all I had

Just to say that you've won

After everything that Sirius tried so fucking hard to fix. 

You've won

"I gave everything for you!" Sirius shouts, then hits Regulus again. "And this is what you give to me?!" 

Well now you've won

Sirius hits him again, heaving out a harsh breath that escapes him like a sob, hot tears dripping down the length of his nose as he confesses, "I hate you. I fucking hate you. Why would you do this? How could you do this to me, after I—after all of it? All I've ever done is love you! Everything I did, I did for you! It's your fault, and I hate that you were ever fucking born!" 

But I gave you all

"You'll have to kill me." 

I gave you all

"I will! Don't fucking push me, because I will," Sirius snarls, vibrating in place, suspended in this moment of horrible, sickening rage, and hurt, and betrayal, and fear. 

I gave you all

"It's okay," Regulus gasps, one bloodstained hand coming up to shakily cover Sirius' around the dagger. His fingers are slick as they wrap around Sirius' hand, and he swallows, he swallows his own blood just to look right at Sirius and choke out, "I love you, too. Wanted to say it for a while. Sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't. Sorry I'm saying it now, but I do. It's okay, right? It's okay. I love you, too."

sorry for butchering's zar text, i swear if the song had been longer i would have done that with the whole chapter. fucking masterpiece, that chapter is.

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Eighteen: It’s Always Been You!

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina ends up at the door of the one person her heart is calling out for.

Warnings: you might need your tissues

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles’ POV

I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes, never in a million years would I have thought Valentina would be standing at my hotel room door. My heart broke at the sound of her sobs that seemed to echo through the hallway, the sound alone snapped me back into reality.

“Come here.” I hummed, instantly wrapped my arms around her body, guiding her into the room. “Is everything okay?”

The moment I asked the question she pulled herself away from my body violently shaking her head.

“Nothing is fucking okay,” she cried, tossing her sunglasses and baseball cap on the floor before tugging at her roots, something she had always done when the weight of the world was on top of her. “Everything is broken, my heart, my soul and my relationship and it’s all you fucking fault. Everything is your fault.”

I didn’t know what to say, my brain had officially shut down, so I stood leaning against the back of the sofa knowing the best thing to do was let her get everything off her chest.

“Hudson and I broke up today.” She screamed, pacing across the floor. “All because of you, all because my stupid fucking heart still can’t seem to get over you even after all these years.”

My heart instantly started racing, I still had a chance of making things right again.

“I tried so goddamn hard, I really did but no matter what I did it didn’t work, in fact it probably made things worse. You broke my heart yet for some reason I find myself loving you with the shattered pieces.”

I needed to do something, the sight of Vali breaking down was killing me, letting out a shaky breath I pushed myself off the sofa, closing the gap between us. As soon as I was close enough I wrapped my arms tightly around her body, the moment I made contact with her I felt her completely give up, letting all her weight fall into me as I guided us both down to the floor, pulling her onto my knees.

“I can’t stop my heart calling out for you Bear.” She sobbed against my chest. “I don’t know what to fucking do, I don’t know why I even came here.”

Hearing her call me her old nickname for me caused my stomach to flip.

“I hold on to every little memory because I know we won’t be making any more, you drew memories in my mind that I could never erase, you painted colours in my heart I can never replace.” She cried, clinging onto me like I was her only life line. “I just want the heartache to go away, I just need to forget everything, but once again no matter what I do I just can’t get you out of my fucking head, try to forget the way you smell, your laugh, the way your stupid nose crinkles when you smile.” Her cries were getting harder, and at this point I had tears rolling down my cheeks not knowing how to soothe my sweet Angel. “I can’t do this any more Bear, I just can’t fucking take the pain. Pain that you caused and I so want to hate you for it I really do but then I remember the times you made me feel as though I was made of sunshine.”

Letting out a shaky breath, I pressed a long kiss to the top of her head before resting my chin against her hair. This girl had my entire heart and nothing or nobody would ever change that fact. “Babygirl, je suis vraiment désolé. Pour tout ce que je t'ai fait subir. Je suis vraiment désolé et je vais passer ma vie entière à me faire pardonner. Babygirl, I'm so sorry. For everything I put you through. I'm so sorry and I'm going to spend my whole life making it up to you.” I whispered, my hold on her tightened up slightly because I was scared if I unwrapped my arms from her she would disappear. I didn’t know what to do to calm her down so I tried the one thing that used to work when she got herself worked up, I started rocking her gently in my arms just hoping it helped because there was nothing more I hated than seeing Vali so broken because of me.

Glancing over at the clock on the wall of the hotel, I let out a slight sigh at the time it was nearly 11.30pm but there was no way I was going to kick out the only girl I had ever loved out of the room even if it meant I would be tired for the race tomorrow. Vali was my priority right now, not the race.

“It’s always been you, Bear.” she breathed, her tears slowly coming to a stop. “I always has been and always fucking will be.”

Silence washed over the two of us as we sat wrapped in each other’s arms in the middle of the living room floor. The air around us was heavy, I have multiple emotions running through my body right now and I honestly didn’t know how to react to everything that had happened in such a short space of time.

I had no idea how I didn’t smell it when Vali first arrived but I could smell it now, the smell of JD, Vali’s choice of booze when everything was getting to her. It raised more concerns as I know she was dosing up on cold and flu medication.

“Combien avez-vous bu ? How much did you drink?” I asked, running my fingers through her tangled hair.

“Half a bottle of JD.” she mumbled, letting out a heavy sigh before wiggling out of my grasp, the moment she was on the floor she tucked her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her head on her knees. “Sorry for showing up like this, I just didn’t know where to go.” she whimpered, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Hey,” I whispered, moving so I was kneeling in front of her, brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “I don’t care what state you are in, you are always welcome at my door and I will always welcome you with open arms okay. Always and forever, no matter what is going on between us I will always be here for you.”

“Mi sento perso, Bear. I feel lost, Bear.” she said so quietly I nearly missed it. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Taking a deep breath, I took her hands in mine, linking my fingers with hers and for the first time in a while I felt like I was home.

“We are going to take things day by day okay.” I whispered, brushing my thumb over the top of her hand. “I am going to go run you a nice hot bath and make some coffee.” I said with a small smile. “If you don’t want to be alone then you can stay here, you can have the bed and I will take the sofa.”

As I pushed myself to my feet I felt her reach out to me, grabbing my hand.

“You have to race tomorrow, I will take the sofa.” she said softly.

I just smiled at her, knowing full well I wouldn’t let her sleep on the sofa but I didn’t want to argue over that.

The moment I walked into the bathroom, I ran my hand over my face letting out a heavy sigh before I started running the bath for Valentina. For once I felt like I had a good chance of making amends with the girl I loved, I didn’t care that she had been drinking. I could see in her eyes that she was speaking the truth. I would be lying to myself if I said I liked how it all came about because this wasn’t how I wanted everything to play out but I didn’t have a choice in the matter. All that did matter was she was here in my hotel pouring her heart out.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub aimlessly scrolling through social media trying to distract myself from overthinking this situation. As I swapped onto my photo album about to go through the album of pictures of me and Vali I saw a text come through from Pierre.

23:45 - PG

Bro, have you seen Nugget?

I got some weird texts from her tonight!

Just been to her hotel and she isn’t there

23:45 - CL

She’s here, at my hotel.

It’s a long story!

23:46 - PG

Thank fuck! I was getting worried

Is she okay?

I’m assuming you know about her and Hudson?

23:46 - CL

Yeah I know all about it.

She showed up in a right state.

23:46 - PG

Just look after her man.

23:47 - CL

Always will.

You know how much she means to me!

23:47 - PG

Don’t be surprised if she bolts come morning

Locking my phone I placed it back in the pocket of my joggers and turned my focus on looking after Vali. Soon enough the bath was ready, I knew she loved bubble baths and bath bombs but I didn’t have any of that to hand right now so I made do by dumping a load of my shower gel into the bath hoping it was good enough.

A couple of hours had passed, even though Vali had stopped crying the air was still heavy. There had been a lot brought out into the open tonight and I knew things weren’t going to go back to how they were before but it was all about baby steps.

I was extremely surprised when Vali came out of the bath she automatically snuggled in between my legs, her head resting against my heart.

My heart swelled slightly when she apologised for snuggling up to me but I made her feel safe and that's all she wanted right now was to feel safe. Just like I didn’t care that the ends of her hair was wet, all that mattered was how she felt even if she did slip out in the morning.

The only sound in the room was our breathing. I had so much I wanted to say to her but decided against it. I didn’t want to confuse or upset her even more than she already was but there was one thing I was dying to say to her.

“Babygirl, just know I will never give up on us. We can start over, we can be strangers again. I can introduce myself in a dorky shy way again. We can laugh, talk, relearn what we already know.” I whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “We can come up with new inside jokes, we can create new memories, and give each other a second chance.”

I was met with silence, lifting my head. I took a look at why I got no response. I couldn’t help but smile at the fact she had fallen asleep wrapped up in my arms. Pressing a long kiss to the top of her head I carefully lifted her off my chest so I could move off the sofa. I stood there for a moment letting my thoughts settle down before scooping Valentina up in my arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom. The moment I stepped into the bedroom she started to stir in her sleep.

“Bear, je ne veux pas être seul. Bear, I don't want to be alone.” she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into my chest. “Reste avec moi, s'il te plaît. Please stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I whispered, gently placing her down on the large bed. Once I had gotten her settled in the bed, I stripped down to just my boxers before climbing into the other side of the bed, making sure I had my alarms set before locking my phone and setting it on the nightstand.

Once I was settled I just laid there staring up at the ceiling in the dark, I couldn’t help the tears that filled my eyes and slowly trickled down my cheeks. Everything felt right but it also felt extremely wrong at the same time.

Maybe this was the start of things getting back on track for me and Vali essentially leading to both of us being back together.

What took me by surprise was the fact Vali rolled over, resting her head on my chest, wrapping her arm and leg around my body. It was an instinctive reaction to wrap my arms around her, pressing one final kiss to her forehead.

“Ti amo, Char.” a small whisper came from Vali.

I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things being on the verge of letting sleep takeover but I couldn’t help but fall asleep with a smile on my face hearing those words slip out of her mouth.

I had a feeling things would be different come morning but for now the world felt right again, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

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[gojos-espresso]

Moonlight

My first smut which I'm publishing, so go easy on me.

Pairing:Izuru Kira x gn! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of blood, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mating press, slight choking. Crying but not as in dacryphillia ig MINORS MDNI

Not Proofread, we die like ukitake...

You weren't aware how much time had passed since you last saw Kira smile genuinely. After Gin Ichimaru's betrayal and almost injuring his classmate, Izuru lost the spark in his eyes. Though it was not completely gone a few months ago, after the recent arrancar attack it somewhat did.

An almost fatal encounter left you heavily injured. With multiple wounds on your body and your heavily bloodied Shihakushō left Izuru in shambles, and now he had trapped you between him and the Tatami of his quarters.

"Name, don't leave me" he whispered between kisses as his wet eyelashes feathered along your cheeks. He had tears in his eyes when you arrived from the squad 4 barracks fully healed. You felt his growing bulge on your thigh which caused you to moan. He suddenly sat up panting and tugged on your uniform "May I?" You nodded as he carefully peeled your clothes whilst holding in tears. It was always hard for him to see you injured and this it broke him.

He planted kisses on your forehead and nose before he traced kisses down your neck to your cleavage before settling on your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth earning a sharp moan from you. He looked up at you as he swiped his tongue on your nipple earning another one. Grabbing your other breast he starts sucking on it, tantalizingly slow. Your back arches at the sensation. He lets go of it with a pop and switches to the other one. This time his hand traces down between your thighs, swiping his fingers along your slit before settling his fingers on your clit. "Found it," Izuru says as he let go of your nipple and starts rubbing circles on your clit. "Izuru~" you moan. "Say, my name love. Say that you won't leave me" Your eyes were rolling back into your skull by now due to the intense waves of arousal rocking your body. "I won't-ah I would never leave you Izuru." You almost screamed as his pace increased. Your moans grew louder with each second, the climax approaching fast. "Let go love, just let go" he whispered as he reached for your lips drinking in your moans.

As Kira was discarding his robes you mustered some strength and pushed upwards pouncing on him. A surprised yelp left him as you straddled him kissing him hard as you adjust yourself on his lap grinding hard earning moans from him, almost as if it was his first time. You break apart to look at him, intoxicated eyes lined with tears ready to spill, red cheeks, and a parted mouth gasping for air, he looks beautiful like this, so close to you, so in love with you, with a carnal hunger for you.

You start teasing your slit with his shaft, coating it in all your juices before pushing it in, a hard jolt rattling you due to its stretch and the depth it covered, "so-so full" you moaned as rocked forward, back arching as pleasure clouded you. Kira by this point had lost all sense pushing his hips upwards as he held you close, moaning wantonly. "Love, God love. You feel so good!" tears spilling. You pulled him close biting his neck, begging him to go faster. He pushed harder almost whilst holding you tighter.

"Izuru I'm close!" you screamed, as he growled into your shoulder indicating he was too. You came hard, thighs shivering, vision clouded as you felt warmth fill your hole. "Izuru" you breathed out as came down from your high. You felt something wet on your shoulder, Izuru looked up tears flowing down his face, "Please don't let go. I'll protect you, just don't leave." He sobbed, hugging you once more. You knew how bad it had been for him and it gave you relief seeing him open up and let go. You kissed his forehead and held his face and gazed into those blue orbs filled with love and vulnerability. "I won't ever leave your side darling. Never. Why font we take a bath?" His eyes widened as he sighed in relief letting you guide him to the bath.

The end

[apatchedupdoll]

Here's a lil story

So I may or may have not forgot to link Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? in the last post. I'm sure that made it easy to find! So anyways I edited the post so it does link to the ao3 story and I linked it here! Yay! Also decided to sketch Leo with Bunny ears and just fuck around a lil bit. I don't use water color seriously enough XD

Also I made a lil story for Easter (I know late but hey it came to me in a dream). It's also something that comes before OWHYBB takes place. I know I do it for a lot of my other stories so how about a lil bit more?

C/W: Bloody, child and animal abuse, animal death, almost selfdie, and very sad.

Glass everywhere. On the ground, stuck in flesh, cutting through fabric, glistening with blood. Leo cried out in pain as his mistake was very immediately punished. The howling and crying of the animals didn't make this any better. Why didn't he just go home after work?

The teen snapped back to attention when hearing the crunching of glass behind him. He didn't bother to look back as he scrambled to his feet. "That looked like it hurt. You should really not be jumping through windows just to escape." A voice void of emotion hummed. The slider glanced back before feeling the metal bo staff crash into his side. He felt his body hit cages hard enough to break them open and creatures running to escape the crossfire. "You always have to run. Why can't you just come quietly?" The heavy boots were getting closer. "Well, at least you're lucky I can fix you."

Leo could barely focus on the figure crouching down in front of him. But that's okay, he just needs to know where it is. The figure yelped as Leo used one of the cages to smash into where he hoped their face was. His legs began to move as he raced to the back of the store, smashing the office door open. A screech later and a desk was pushed against the door. Banging of his opponent potent as they tried to get inside. The slider looked around panicking before spotting the window.

The giant smashed through the door with the technician right behind. "Fuck! Where is he?" "The window! I'll go through and you run to the other side." The giant ran back out where they came while the technician jumped through the open window, metal claws helping them along. The office was left quiet as papers were finally able to settle after the gusts of air caused by the commotion. After a beat of silence, Leo would finally come out of his hiding space and gasp for air. He let out a whimper as the pain was starting to set in through the adrenaline. At least now he had a chance to get home.

Leo limped through the sewers, the smell of blood causing him to cover his nose. Although the bile on his hoodie was enough to remind him that nothing will ever help. Worst of all he was alone. Pops wouldn't be home for a while and April was at summer camp. So it was up to him to fix himself. He could do it, this was fine. He watched them do it plenty of times. Although he wasn't sure if that thought was a good one.

Leo found his way to the bathroom of the lair and stripped, hissing in pain as the glass sticking out of his flesh was pulled on. He dropped to his ass and leaned against the small tub, just needing to breathe. He was home, he was safe. His eyes traveled down to his wounds and watched as blood dripped to the ground, the smell coming back to him as his empty stomach was starting to twist. He gagged and it quickly led to vomiting nothing. Leo sobbed as he couldn't stop his body from convulsing, he sobbed as he couldn't control himself, he sobbed as he couldn't stop hating himself. Maybe it would be okay if he just succumbed. His dad would be sad, but at least it wouldn't- a squeal broke his thoughts.

Leo's eyes traveled to his tossed clothes and the shivering lump barely visible. The teen pulled himself onto his knees before crawling over and carefully moving his bloody and torn clothes. A small bunny lay on the ground with a piece of glass stuck in its leg. How did it get there? Leo's mind started to buzz with questions before a whimper would break his thoughts. He should help it.

Blue got the med kit and got started on helping the bunny. He removed the glass, stitched up the wound, and wrapped it. The small thing didn't even struggle, seeming too weak to try. Leo went to grab some food, only really having bread to give the small thing. That would be okay for now. While he waited for the bunny to wake up he started on his own wounds, following the same steps as he did the bunny until he was also wrapped up in bandages. The bathroom smelled of blood, and Leo was finding himself wanting to vomit so he quickly moved himself and the bunny to his room.

He wrapped himself up in blankets and chewed on one of the slices of bread left, his eyes never leaving the small breathing lump curled up on his pillow. Time wasn't concerning anymore. Leo's mind was blank, his body tired, and his wounds ached. Yet, he was calm. Even if his mind allowed him to have thoughts, what would there be to worry about?

A week had passed? Yes, a week had passed and Leo was laying on the floor with his new little friend sniffing the food he'd managed to find. Leo smiled while watching the bunny nibble on the hay seeming comfortable with the turtle watching. A giggle left Leo's lips when watching the bunny scratch behind its ear before moving on to a strawberry. It scratched its ear again and Leo decided he'd help the little thing. He gently rubbed the itchy spot and giggled again as the rabbit leaned into the scritches with a purr.

Suddenly the tapping of claws would catch Blue's attention and looked back to see a tall figure standing in his doorway. "Dad!" The little turtle chirped before hopping up and hugging the cloaked rat. "My son, what are you doing?" The rat hummed softly as he allowed the affection. The slider pulled away before quickly going back to his fluffy friend. "I'm feeding my friend! He's so cute! Maybe a she? I don't know but I love them!" The rabbit had stopped eating at this point and was staring right at his father, nose twitching before thumping the ground. Leo couldn't help but giggle again at the action. He sat on his knees and the bunny quickly hopped to him, thumping the ground again as it stared back at Splinter.

"So you went up to the surface? Against my wishes?" Leo flinched before picking up his little friend. "Uh, it was to get food. I uh was hungry and didn't want my friend to be hungry." "Where is April? She is your friend." Leo looked up as he held the bunny close. "Summer camp. And this is my new friend! They keep me company while April isn't here." There was a long silence as Leo watched his dad stare, the bunny in his arms thumping again. The stare wasn't for him, and Leo tightened his hold on his friend a little more.

The rat would stride over before leaning down and plucking the furry creature from Leo's arms by the ears. The creature squealed and Leo squeaked, wanting to reach out but his body knew better than to touch. "You're hurting them! Please! Dad!" "Leo, you don't need little things like these to keep you company." The rat used its other paw to wrap around the bunny's neck before a crack. The teen felt everything freeze at that moment. His little friend dropped to the ground carelessly. "Now look, you've killed it." Leo just stared into nothing as the flies started to swarm in his ears. "I thought-" "It's okay my sweet boy. I know you're not the best at thinking. I'm sure it forgives you, hopefully." Leo nodded in silent agreement. That's right, Leo wasn't very good at thinking. He'd be lucky if his little friend forgave him.

The rat rested its paw on the slider's head as it spoke from above the surface, "Don't forget to clean up your mess." And Leo was left alone with the flies. Tears dripped from his face, but he wasn't the one wailing in pain. That's okay, he'd let them cry for him. He would clean up the mess and everything would be okay. No matter how many flies ate at his body.

[rosewriteswhump]

I'm Fine part 2

Part 1

forgot to add this earlier but this is part 2 of the prompt from @whumpshaped

CW: Discussion of past trauma, self-loathing, self-deprecation, bottling up emotions, crying, past emotional and physical abuse mention, heavily implied past kidnapping, past kidnapping mention (different character), lady whump, magic used to snap character back to reality, implied brain washing, characters wanting to kill whumper, character called sweetie but not in a bad way? kind alike calling your cat sweetie cos she's the cutest little furball of a tortie you have ever met.

i should post a picture of Eartha

Oh let me know if you want to be added to a tag list!

This ends in fluff i swear

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The soft rapping of knuckles on her door startled Marlie from the spiraling train of thought. She stiffly got off her bed, releasing the unconscious grip she had on her arms. Slowly, Marlie made her way to the door, opening it cautiously, surprised to see Dawn's worried expression.

"Hey Sweetie, how was dinner? Cedar said something upset you." Dawn knew getting to the point was best, sugarcoating anything always made her sister more anxious. Marlie lifted her empty and scared eyes, the widened and she quickly let Dawn in mumbling something Dawn couldn't make out.

Marlie took several deep breaths, her heart racing faster as her thoughts became reminded her of her place.

Why would anyone help you? Dawn only came to check on you because it's her job. She's the healer so of course she checks on anyone. She hates you. Hates how you were hurt. How weak you are. She only tolerated you when you grew up. Alice was right. She should have taken you sooner, hurt you more often. Not just with her words either.

Dawn noticed the thousand yard stare Marlie's eyes held, the tears being held back even then. When this happened Marlie was almost unreachable, her mind blocking out anything in her environment it could.

I don't like doing this, but Marlie could get worse. It's better to snap her out of it now and slowly than to startle her. Dawn's fingertips glowed, her dark skin and palms becoming a lavender shade as she slowly summoned a dust. Carefully, the fairy blew the dust in Marlie's direction, watching as her sister slowly came to.

"You alright Marlie?" Dawn sat by her side. eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Marlie nodded, wincing at the skeptical look that crossed her sister's face. "Yeah, just freaked out over a plate breaking. Alice did so much worse. You didn't need to waste your study time on me, Dawn. I'm fine." She said, reaching to pinch the bridge of her nose, hiding the tears beginning to sting her eyes.

"This is what I was worried about, Mar. You think you have to be happy all the time and never feel hurt or sick or upset. Checking on my sister and best friend does not waste my time." Dawn's firm voice still had a gentleness to it. The tone of voice she used when Bear did something stupid and then tried to get out of resting. Seeing the tears beginning to slowly trickle down Marlie's cheeks, she sighed quietly, silently cursing when her sister flinched away.

"I can't. I hate feeling like this! I want to let out my emotions. I want to be able to talk about them! I j-just can't. I've been trying so hard and I can't." Marlie rarely raised her voice, only ever doing it when she has reached her breaking point. A choked sob escaped her before she continued. "Y-you don't get it. Alice beat me into shoving them down more than I did before. I-if I fucking breathed wrong she'd hit me until I begged her to stop. Then she'd starve me for days for begging. I-I want to work through this. I-I do but- but," Marlie stopped, crying overtaking her small form. She still tried to speak, choked syllables unintelligible as the fairy completely broke down.

Dawn hesitated for a moment, debating on offering a hug as Marlie threw herself into her arms. Her shaking hands clung to the soft fabric on Dawn's sweater, tears soaking her shoulder. Slowly, the healer returned the embrace gently, placing one hand on Marlie's head and the other on her mid-back- avoiding her wings. "I'm sorry, I wish I had known sooner. You're gonna be okay. Just cry it out; you don't need to talk about anything. No one will starve or hurt you here." The reassurances felt flat and meaningless, Dawn having repeated them several times before. Still, the chance it could help Marlie without using magic to control her was worth every word.

Dawn found herself humming quietly, a lullaby she had learned from her mother easing the twins' fear.

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Cedar watched anxiously as Harley and Bear prepared to leave. All of them had heard Marlie's cries. Bear pulling Cedar into their arms and assuring him Marlie will heal. Heal in a safe way, no more painful healing for anyone. The brainwashing spells have been outlawed for centuries.

Harley gave him a pat on the head, offering assurance they would be back with Bear before lunch the next day. The two had always wanted revenge, for Cedar and, now Marlie. With his tormentor, Cedar escaped because the human had died and a family member released him. Marlie wasn't as lucky- the team taking two years to find her and being lucky the iron from something in the dungeon had yet to kill her. Now, Bear and Harley were going to make sure Alice never touched her again.

Cedar closed his book, realizing he had zoned out for- he had no idea, placing the bookmark on the last page he recognized before closing it. He had to check on Marlie. The fairy was only 105, still so young in comparison to the many over a thousand.

He stood from the couch, fidgeting with his hands as he walked to Marlie's bedroom door. Knocking, he waited for permission, only opening the door when Marlie said he could enter.

"Hey Mar, you feeling any better?" he asked, sitting in a chair nearby.

Marlie nodded, leaning against Dawn and yawning. "Yeah, sorry for being loud."

Cedar dismissed her, "Nah, its all good! I was wondering if you wanted to go foraging tomorrow?" Marlie nodded, eyelids drooping more and more and exhaustion overtook her.

TAGLIST: @nullb1rdbones

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 49 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

"Goodbye, Sam."

The second I heard the door close, I covered my mouth with my hand and practically fell to the floor.

I sobbed pathetically in the janitor's closet as my heart began to break, piece by piece.

Is this real?

Did Noah actually break up with me?

I've always thought when people talked about having their heart broken it was just metaphorically.

I don't believe that anymore.

Based on the pain that was in my chest, my heart literally broke.

I felt like dying.

I wished I had died to get rid of that horrible, excruciating pain.

My whole world had collapsed on me, that was the feeling.

I didn't think I had ever experienced that type of pain to that extent.

My sob lessened to double intakes of breaths and silent tears.

After a couple minutes, I pulled myself back up.

Screw school, I was going home but as I walked out of the janitors closet and turned the corner, I ran into someone.

I blinked a couple times before I realized who I ran into. Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn's face filled with worry.

"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

And my sobbing started up again

"Noah. He... he... he," I was crying so much I could barely form a coherent sentence.

"He broke up with... with..." I cried even harder.

"With me," I finally got out.

I was an emotional person but I didn't normally cry that hard.

With tears rushing down my face, snot clogging up my nostrils, my breathing wavering uncontrollably.

I could already feel the raging migraine coming on behind my eyes from all the crying I'd done.

"What? What happened?" she asked looking genuinely upset for my sake.

"I... I can't breathe."

It felt like my lungs were going to fail on me.

"Okay, okay. Just take deep breaths. Let's uh..." Kaitlyn looked around before her eyes landed on the bathrooms.

"Follow me," she instructed, though she was holding onto me the whole time.

When we walked into the girls bathroom, we went to the back and slumped down against the wall.

"Here," Kaitlyn said as she pulled out a mini packet of tissues from her book bag.

"Tell me what happened."

"We were..."

The bathroom door swung open revealing a Junior named Becca.

"Um, excuse you, this is a girls bathroom," the Junior said, looking at me in disgust and I wasn't too sure why Kaitlyn didn't just bring us into the gender neutral bathroom.

"Fuck off," Kaitlyn hissed at her.

"Ugh," the girl muttered before storming out.

Kaitlyn refocused on me.

I cried and tried my best to tell her exactly what happened between Noah and I.

When I finished, I was all teared out.

"It was horrible, Kaitlyn. We've never talked to each other like that."

"I don't think he really meant it. Clearly he was angry before even talking to you. I mean, that's no excuse for how he talked to you but give him time to cool off and then talk to him."

"What if he did mean it?"

I began to tear up again.

"He just needs some time," Kaitlyn told me again.

I nodded and laid my head onto her shoulder.

Maybe Kaitlyn's right.

Noah's dad pissed him off way before we got into an argument.

Noah was just being impulsive and once he cooled down, we would sort things out again.

After a moment of silence, I said...

"How is the girls bathroom significantly cleaner than the boy's? And why does it smell like flowers in here but like a skunk blew up the place in the boy's bathroom?"

Kaitlyn laughed.

"Probably because girls constantly spray their perfume in here and all those burnout jocks smoke weed in your guy's bathroom. Yet, never get caught."

"Makes sense," I said then wiped my nose with my tissue, ridding it from the snot that accumulated while I had my crying session.

I stood up.

"Oh my God," I whined as I saw myself in the mirror.

My face was all puffy and my eyes looked worn out and red due to the crying.

Tear stains trailed down my checks.

"I need to go home."

"Let me drive you," Kaitlyn offered, looking at me through the mirror.

"You're in no state to be driving right now. I'll text Haven saying you left early and she'll drive your car home."

I nodded.

Speaking was not an option for me at that moment.

Even uttering the words 'thank you' to her would cause me to choke up and start sobbing again.

Kaitlyn held out her hand and I gladly took it.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

Kaitlyn dropped me off at home.

She offered to talk more or stay over with me but I thanked her and told her I wanted to be alone.

So, alone in my bedroom, I was crying into my pillow, wondering if what happened was real or a God awful nightmare.

I really did feel like dying, the emotional pain was too much, too excruciating.

I loved Noah more than anything.

None of my ex boyfriend's break up compared but eventually, I was able to fall asleep, my pillow soaked in my tears and snot and my cat cuddled up by my legs and I dreamt of Noah.

It wasn't until after four pm that I woke up, my eyes and cheeks still red and puffy and I decided I should probably eat and by eat I mean indulging in a carton of ice cream.

When I got downstairs, Haven was there.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked with her worried eyes.

I shook my head, barely able to say...

"Noah... he... he broke up with me," more tears pooling in my eyes.

"Oh, babe," and she spoke softly and pulled me into a hug.

I wrapped my arms around her, grateful for my sister's comfort.

Until she spoke...

"But it's probably for the best. Noah is toxic."

I pulled back like she was a hot flame, giving her a bewildered look.

"Toxic? You don't even know him."

She held up her hands.

"Hey, no need to get defensive. All I'm saying is, from what I've heard, he's not a good person and has a shit home life. You don't want to deal with that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my sister.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're dating 'Zach Price' he cheats on you all the time and you stupidly forgive him. All. The. Time. Noah's not toxic. He's better than everyone at that fucking school combined. He's been through more shit than you'll ever know. He would never cheat on me."

"Funny, didn't Noah cheat on Kaitlyn for you? And I think I remember that argument in your room about him shoving you? Or did I miss understand?"

I shook my head, not caring for her words.

She heard one conversation and a few rumors and thought she knew Noah?

If she knew the way he loved me, she wouldn't be saying any of this.

"He's not fucking toxic."

"Hmm," she nodded.

"Answer me this, have you ever swore at me before Noah?" I gritted my teeth, my hands balled in a fisted. I never hated my sister but I swore in that moment I did.

I stormed back into my room, slamming my bedroom door shut and I cried the rest of the day.

[jem-writes]

He wanted to know. He wanted to know. Tears began streaming down her cheeks stinging her raw and swollen lids. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, melt into his touch and just drift off. She was sure there was nothing better she'd ever feel in her life. Nothing as loving and tender. The only people who ever seemed to care for her this much, the only ones who's love she always felt were her grandmother and father. One had died, the other? Left her with the most unimaginably awful mother under the sun. Looking down from his face, Blake licked her lips before taking her arm back to wipe her nose on the back of her hand. Then the back of her hand on the side of the couch. She didn't want snot on her boyfriend. and she couldn't bare to look at him as she lowered the walls she'd built to protect her.

"There's just a lot", she started off simple. "And it makes it hard for me to trust anyone. E-especially men." Saying it out loud made her stomach turn on it's self. God Blake, it's really so unoriginal that you have daddy issues, the familiar voice sounded in her head. Shutting her eyes tightly, she breathed. Trying to push the demon out of her by exhaling through her mouth. "My dad um. We were really close. But him and my mom, th-they fought a lot and..." the blonde paused to sniffle again, opening her eyes to peak down at the ground. "My mom and dad were fighting so I fell asleep with headphones on, and when I woke up the next morning and he was gone. I-I didn't even have the chance to beg him to take me with him. Then my mom, she, she ac-acted like it was my fault he left. She drank all the time, and took lots of pills. But eventually when she got remarried, on-", her voice broke abruptly as she let another sob out. This part. This was the hardest for her to say out loud. Like the wound had just barely healed and was now being ripped back open again.

It took her a little to pull herself back together, looking back up at Cole for just one second. She needed to see his face, thought she could only look at it for a second. Leaning back forward Blake rested her cheek on Cole's collarbone. "My mom was passed out", she whispered. "She was always passed out. A-and one night, m-m-my step dad came in to my room." She pulled in a deep breath again. "He raped me. And he did it the next night. A-and the next. He did i-it every time my mom was out cold. And when I told her. Sh-she said I was lying, and I wanted to make him leave too. A-and it went on for year. Until I took his gun and hid it in my room and held it to his head. Told him if he wanted to live he'd leave me alone. But he broke up with my mom because of it and, and, my mom treated me worse."

And now it was time to talk about Austin. By now her tears had stopped for the most part. An occasional one dropping when she got overwhelmed. But Blake relaxed into Cole, his touch, his presence, the feel of his breathing. It helped regulate her own and now she was far enough away from relapsing, or worse. Her grip loosened around him, letting her arms lazily fall from his torso to his waist. "I didn't tell Austin about my stepdad, I didn't tell anyone else about my stepdad. But he knew about my mom, and the physical fights. He waited a few houses down at night so he could sneak me in to his parent's house. Sneak me out in the morning. We ended up staying together for a long time, made plans for the future. We wanted to go to Los Angeles. Make our dreams come true. But we needed cash, and fast so, I started stripping. Doing extras even though I wasn't supposed to. We had enough to get out but by that time, Austin changed. He changed the second I actually started going what we discussed and, we just spiraled out of control. We just would do drugs and get high and fight and break things and hit each other. Eventually even though we managed to get to LA and stuff, everything was different. And even though I stopped, he still called me terrible named and shit like that. So I went back to doing it, and he hated it. But we lived together, both on the lease. One bedroom, one bed. So we got back together. But it was this cycle I was caught in for years."

Cole was a tonic. His touch, it soothed her. By now Blake and completely stopped crying, sniffles becoming few and far between as her nose stuffed completely up. "I don't remember all of what happened. There's just bits and pieces, it's so blurry... But we, our band and us, we were all just on a week long bender and Austin and I are just fighting and fighting like always, but next thing I know I'm waking up in the hospital. My band said I overdosed, and I kinda did. But when I woke up I was pretty beat up. Black eyes, busted nose and lip. If we hit each other, we never left a bruise. Not like that. We didn't hit with closed fists..." A small bit of anxiety creeped up, causing her to sit back from him, her arms and hands still outstretched to him so she remained touching him. "It was kinda clear he did that time. But when they released me from the hospital, no one would tell me what happened other then I passed out. And... They didn't think I should be in the band anymore. By the time I got home Austin changed the locks and some of my shit was down in the dumpsters. But the rest he kept. Most of the equipment I bought from stripping. He could have kept my dad's guitar if I hadn't somehow convinced one of my old bandmates to bring that to me..." There was I silence that had set in. A heaviness in the air that even the cat could sense. "That's how I ended up in Oakland, back stripping at Lux."

his heart was like glass for blake. if he held it out for her it would be transparent so she could see right through it, see how genuine and true he was being when he was good to her. but of course that glass wasn't indestructible, in fact it was very very breakable. that was something his grandmother sensed in him early on. the softness that lived within him at his core -- she always warned him that would get him into trouble. but this was just who he was, the nature side of his self vs her nurture which was often cruel and sharp by comparison.

feeling her sob softly beneath his grasp only caused cracks to pierce through that glass heart which delicately hung in his chest. the worst part was not knowing, not being able to understand what she really felt or why. it took a moment, but blake finally got there. she got to the point where she was able to look at him, to speak. his dark orbs dropped down, they were forlorn as he watched her carefully. bringing up a hand to meet her cheek and press his thumb into her darkened skin from the makeup and rub away at a tear that fell. cole shook his head, rubbing his lips together before he could find the words to speak. "it's okay--" he said simply. "--none of that matters anyway," and that was the truth. "not right now at least. will you please just try and talk to me? we can wait here all night if you need but i just need to know what's going on."

[mila-uchiha]

That Bruno fic was so good!! 😳 I’d love to request a nsfw part 2 but only if you want to.

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader *NSFW

prompt: “will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean- i feel safe when you’re there"

a/n: hi every1!! the first half of this fic is actually the same as the sfw version found here, only this one is nsfw towards the end,, same prompt n everything! enjoy<3

warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral fem receiving, overstimulation, praise kink, multiple orgasms, biting during sex, slightly rough sex

word count: 2.8k

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It had been two days in the hotel room.

Bucciarati was used to monitoring you and being sent on jobs that involved being your own personal bodyguard. With your father being a high rank in Passione, your safety was constantly on the line, making you familiar with 'bodyguard' Bruno very well.

Usually, he would keep watch and protect you from your house, making sure not to invade your personal space or even come into your room. His job remained outside as he would stand there, for hours at a time just to ensure your safety.

"I'm just doing my job, y/n," he would say, but something always felt caring about him.

This time however, you were ambushed in public, mentally scarred and wounded which influenced your father's immediate decision to have you stay in one of the mafia's most prestigious hotel rooms.. With Bruno as your bodyguard..... In a room with only one bed.

The past two days had been fine. Bruno slept on the small, uncomfortable couch and you learned more about him than you ever knew before, having a few deep convos since you two had nothing else to do but talk (I mean you were ordered to stay inside the room). Then again, you saw him as nothing more than your dad's colleague. A young, handsome colleague, at that, but still just a work partner, and you knew how messy his work got.

Tonight, however, was especially hard for you. You hadn't had time to process the way you were hurt. Your body ached for the past two days, bruises covering you, but besides that, Bruno usually was really good at distracting you and completely gaining all your attention.

Tonight was a little different because you couldn't stop replaying the way you were grabbed and hurt by rival mafia members and for once, you felt scared. Really scared. Bucciarati was there with you in public when it happened, but he just couldn't make it in time, making you to wonder if more instances like that would happen again as your anxiety grew.

You, however, weren't about to present a whole sob story for him. You two had gotten really close in the past two days, but you still felt that this was strictly business and you would never break down in front of him.

As you grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom in the hotel room to take a shower, you noticed Bruno side-eyeing you from the couch,

"Why are you so quiet tonight, y/n?" He could tell something was up.

"Dunno, just want to take a shower. I'm really tired."

You shut the bathroom door before he could even reply, locking it as you turned on the shower and hopped inside, feeling the hot water soothe your aches. You weren't usually an emotional person but in this moment, this one moment you got alone, you let it all go, crying as your voice was muffled from the running water.

-

It had been half an hour before you realized how long you were inside the bathroom, following a knock at the door from Bruno.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" You shouted back. "Do you need to shower?"

"Yeah but I can wait, take your time."

You turned off the shower to dry yourself, wrap your towel around you and open the bathroom door to let Bruno go inside to shower. You walked out in nothing but your towel, your nose red and eyes puffy from crying, before Bruno broke the silence grabbing your shoulders making you face him as you struggled to make eye contact,

"Wait y/n. Where are you running to? I can tell you're not okay." He announced as his hands rested on your bare shoulders. "I'm here to help you know."

This made you finally stare directly at him. He sounded like he cared. Yet you still didn't want to break down in front of him. You nodded to show him that you understood, as you walked off to grab your pjs to change into. He sighed and went into the bathroom, saying nothing more as he turned on the water while you began getting into bed.

By the time he was out, you were already wrapped in the thick blankets from the hotel, your back facing towards him as he walked towards the bed, shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

"Talk to me, y/n. What's wrong?"

"Not feeling to talk."

"Are you feeling to do anything else? We can order some drinks to the room. Would you like that?"

You shook your head. You weren't feeling to have a long, deep conversation with him right now; all you wanted was guaranteed safety. That, and sleep.

Tears began to roll down your eyes silently, from the overwhelming amount of emotions you were experiencing as you faced the other way, your back towards him.

"Okay. Well let me know," he said as he walked to the light switch, dimmed the lights and headed to the couch, ready to get under the blanket and sleep. Your body finally turned to face him, allowing him to see your puffy eyes and red nose underneath the tears that fell, his concern growing as you spoke,

"Bruno."

"Yes, amore?"

Amore. Your heart fluttered. His eyes turned towards you, a worrying expression growing on his face. You craved his touch. You craved his comfort. And for once, you let him know.

"Will you sleep with me? I know how that sounds I just mean- I feel safe when you’re there."

He paused, before grinning from your request and walking over, his hands pulling down the blanket on the bed so he could slip under and join you, still leaving a distance between you two on the large king sized bed.

"Is this good?" He said, sitting up as he watched you lie down, your entire body engulfed from the blanket and duvet.

"I- I meant closer," you mumbled, your eyes looking up at him, your nerves kicking in. Were you being too forward? Were you over doing it? Lucky for you though, you got your answer.

"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled as he inched his body closer to yours, resting his head on your same pillow while his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in to lie on his chest.

This was a new feeling. For somebody you once thought of as 'security', you were now wrapped in his arms, silently sobbing into his neck as your legs entangled themselves into his. His hands caressed your head and cheek while he lay on his back, whispering to you as you cried,

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm right here."

After a few minutes, the silence was deafening in the room as you two just held each other, appreciating the reciprocated warmth. You were tired but the way he was holding you, giving you goosebumps like this made you felt this energy. An energy that made you forget you were tired. An energy that craved distraction.

You felt your leg brush over the bulge in his grey sweatpants as you adjusted yourself while wrapped in his arms. You looked up at him, extremely nervous but so filled with this new feeling of lust for Bruno, you communicated these feelings right away without even thinking,

"Bruno-" You paused. "I don't really want to sleep yet."

"Really? Not tired amore?" He answered back.

"I just... n-need a distraction." Your eyes looked down as you struggled to form a sentence.

"What kind of distraction?" He asked curiously. He knew exactly what you meant but he wouldn't jump to conclusions immediately.

"Dunno..." You took a deep breath, gazing up at him once more. You allowed your eyes to trail down to his lips, causing him to do the same as the atmosphere became heated. He lifted his hand to meet your cheek,

"Show me what you mean."

And before you knew it your lips met his in a peck at first before you slowly pulled away, compelling him to grab the back of your head and push his lips onto yours. The kisses became more heated as you felt his tongue brushing against yours, your hand moving to his chest. He finally pulled away leaving you breathless as he spoke,

"If you want to feel good I can make you feel good, you know." The shadows on his face became prominent from the dim orange light in the hotel room as his words made your lustful desires grow.

You blushed. Before you could even answer he sat up, getting on top of you as he pressed his growing bulge onto your crotch making you whimper.

"Then do it," you said, as if he wasn't already planning on giving you the best distraction ever. "Make me feel good."

His lips met yours once again, as he slowly rocked up and down allowing you to feel what was throbbing under his sweatpants. His hands reached for your pants, tugging at them as if to tell you he wanted those off, breaking the kiss. He then slid them down and off along with your pantie, leaving you completely bare as your legs were spread.

"Fuck. This is all I've wanted, you know." He groaned. "Spread out like this for me." His hand then gripped around your shirt, lifting it up to expose your braless tits as he admired them in awe. He began placing his tongue on your left nipple circling it, making you moan gently as you wanted more from him.

"So fucking pretty." He looked you in your eyes. "Please let me taste you," he pulled away, awaiting your response as you stared back, thinking 'fuck it', before nodding.

His lips then trailed down your stomach as his hands pinned your legs to the bed before he was face to face with your pussy, admiring it up close.

"So wet. For me?" He teased before placing a gentle kiss on your clit, forcing your hips to buckle up. You wanted him so badly. This made him grin as he placed his tongue on your clit and began licking all the way down, letting moans escape your mouth every so often. His tongue then started flicking your clit back and forth, your moans getting louder as you felt more vulnerable, moaning his name.

"O-hhh fuck, Bruno,,, Ye-s"

He then lifted up as his finger rested on your clit, continuing what he started as he spoke,

"Fuck I love seeing you like this. Do you know how hard my cock is right now?"

You pouted. "I want it inside me. Please."

He laughed. "Be patient amore, you'll get it."

His tongue met your clit again, flicking it so fast you couldn't form sentences and you were approaching your orgasm so fast you were shocked at how good he was at this. Your hands were running through his black hair and before you knew it, you were cumming as his mouth rested on your clit, sucking gently, and decreasing the pace of his tongue.

His lips immediately rose to meet yours, kissing you passionately letting his tongue interlace yours.

"Whose mouth just made you cum?" He teased, grinning at you waiting for you to say his name.

"Yours." You mumbled.

"Whose?"

"Bruno's"

"That's right, good girl," he said before his thumb met your sensitive clit once more, rubbing fast as he overstimulated you, your legs shaking roughly under his touch.

"Oh,, fuck Bru-no, wait,, I c-an't" You begged.

"Shhh, shhh. Take it for me." His eyes gazed directly into yours as the pace of his finger increased violently, bringing you to another orgasm within seconds while he watched your moans escape your mouth.

"Need to see you cum again. Right now," he explained.

And with that you came once more, shaking and moaning so loud you were convinced you had woken up the people in the neighboring hotel rooms. He kissed your lips passionately again, as his throbbing cock, confined in his sweatpants, rested on your swollen clit.

"Fuck," you thought to yourself. How did he just make you cum twice in a row like that. One minute you were sobbing, the next he was working wonders on your clit, almost as if he had been waiting to do this. Not that you were complaining, though because you knew you wanted more.

"How's it fair that I came twice already and you haven't even taken off your sweatpants?" You pulled away from the kiss. Bruno laughed.

"Needy girl, you can have my cock now if you want. If you're not too tired?"

"Please. I still want it."

"Do you?"

"Please Bruno. J-just fuck me."

He watched your begging as he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling down his sweatpants, making his cock spring free. You stared in awe. It was around 8/9 inches with a slight curve and you felt your clit throbbing once more as you stared at it along with the prominent v line he had.

"You think you can take it all?" He stared at you.

You nodded, nervous as you stared at his huge dick and sensitive from the way he made you cum, but all the worries slipped away as he leaned close to you, placing his cock at your entrance and sliding in slowly, feeling every part of your walls gripped around it.

"Oh fuc-k." He was groaning as his whole cock finally fit inside, your moans returning once again as he began thrusting in and out deeply, weak from your pussy. His speed remained slow as he rammed his cock into you letting it kiss your cervix as your hands gripped around his back, your fingernails leaving marks. His lips met your neck, before biting your shoulder hard from every slow thrust he did, all while groaning from the way your pussy felt.

You noticed him biting you as you felt the passion he was showing; he was making love to you. Before you could say anything, he spoke, letting you know how he felt,

"Your pussy," He pulled out before thrusting deeply and roughly into you again, making you let out a small scream.

"Is," He pulled out and thrusted hard again.

"The tightest," Another hard thrust.

"Pussy I've ever felt."

His pace increased suddenly as he began fucking you hard and deeply, making your moans heavy and loud, echoing in the hotel room. Your fingernails clawed at his back, gripping onto him while hit your g spot so perfectly with the slight curve of his dick.

"Fee-ls so good, Br-uno," you could barely form sentences. You were literally malfunctioning from this man ramming his cock into you as you moaned louder than you ever have, but suddenly, he pulled out, confusing you.

"What are you do-?" You asked as he cut you off, lifting you up and off the bed as you straddled your legs around him. He walked over to the couch in the hotel room, sitting down and turning you around to make your back face him, before inserting his cock into you as you both sat upright, his left hand gripping your waist and his right hand gently around your neck.

"Just wanted to have you like this for me." He said as his cock was motionless, the entire thing stuffed in your pussy.

"Bruno," you whimpered. The pleasure you were feeling was intense.

His left hand met your clit once more as he began rubbing it, your legs shaking from the sensitive feeling, when he began thrusting in and out again while you sat on his cock. You were moaning, showing him you couldn't cum again and you couldn't take it, but before you could tell him, he was already consoling you,

"It's okay, take it for me. I said I was gonna make you feel good, you know."

His thrusts were fast and deep, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls clenched around him, cumming on his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck,, fuck you just came on my cock." His pace increased even faster. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?" You nodded, disoriented from the way he made you cum until he did one last thrust, his cum filling you up inside as he was groaning and swearing.

He lifted you off his cock, getting a towel from the bathroom immediately to wipe the cum that was dripping out of you as he lay you on the bed after, still completely naked. He crawled under the covers while also not wearing anything, and came behind you to spoon you, kissing your neck from behind,

"You know," he paused. "I just marked you with my cum." He grinned, knowing he was leaving you satisfied, in better spirits surely. You hummed, before speaking,

"Never been fucked that good." He chuckled before planting a kiss on your cheek and pulling you in tightly.

"You should get some rest. We still have tomorrow and the day after that." He smiled as the room became quiet, the two of you ready to drift off to sleep as you broke that silence for the last time,

"Gonna ask my dad to make you my bodyguard more often."

[9tzuyu]

heartbreak

summary: reader gets broken up with

note: everyone in this fic is a Lesbian because i said so. also this is for my bff, i love u jasiepoo i hope you feel better soon.

warnings: semi proofread.

🏷: @c-is-writing

mama!nat x daughter!reader

. . .

going to school the day after you got broken up with was one thing, but seeing your ex girlfriend act like nothing ever happened between the two of you was something else. seeing her happy, unbothered face in your classes and in the hallways only made you feel more ridiculous than before. how could she be so okay while you felt so painfully miserable?

you hadn't even told your mom yet, but you knew she could tell there was something was wrong. every chance you got you spent it in your room.

today you had caught your exe’s eye and saw that she was wearing one of your favorite hoodies you let her borrow prior to the breakup. it felt like a giant slap in the face and you couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of sadness that ran through your heart.

you didn't bother going to the next class, not when you knew she would be there. instead you hid in the bathroom, phone in hand as you went to call your mom.

she picked up on the third ring.

"mama?"

"yes sweetheart?"

"can you come get me please?" you sniffled, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your shirt.

"what happened? do you want me to call wanda and tell her to meet us at the house?" she questioned, but this wasn't something you necessarily wanted to talk about over the phone in your school bathroom.

"no, no that's okay. can– can i tell you about it when we get home? i don't want to talk about it here." your voice wavered pitifully.

"of course. i'm on my way, hang in there okay?"

you were in her car not fifteen minutes later with your head resting against the window. driving home was a blur, the only thing on your mind being trying not to cry in front of your mom.

as soon as natasha unlocked the door you hurried into your room, slamming your door shut before releasing a sob.

you were so angry and upset. you wanted to hate her, you wanted her to feel as bad as you did, but you couldn't bring it in you truly wish those things - not when a part of you still loved her.

the next hour was spent crying on your bed until you finally wore yourself out.

natasha figured it had been enough time to have for yourself before coming in. she frowned when she saw you curled up on your bed, pillow tucked between your arms.

thinking quickly, she went to grab a bottle of water and two tylenol pills. if you'd been crying as hard as she thought you did, you'd definitely wake up with a headache.

after gently setting the bottle and tylenol on your nightstand, natasha leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

she almost made it out of your room when your strained voice called out to her.

"mom?"

she turned around, "shhh, go back to sleep sweetheart." but you sat up, taking the two pills.

"can you stay please? i don't want to be alone." your mother nodded and made her way over to your bed, sliding underneath the covers.

"are you okay princess?"

you bit your lip, shaking your head no. "she broke up with me mama."

"oh darling, i'm so sorry." natasha wrapped her arms around you, bringing you in for the tightest hug you'd felt in awhile.

"and she's completely unbothered by everything. she even wore one of my favorite hoodies today. she knew how much i liked it and she wore it anyway. why would she do that?" you broke into cries again.

"hey, hey shhhh. you're okay, i've got you baby." natasha cooed, kissing the top of your head.

it broke her heart to see you hurting so bad, especially knowing that it was from someone who used to be special to you.

"she said she didn't love me anymore and things weren't the same as they used to be. i don't know what i did wrong, mom." you sniffled, gripping tighter onto natasha's side.

"you didn't do anything wrong baby." she reassured, but it didn't help the situation.

"then why would she break up with me!"

"i wish i had an answer for you, i really do." she whispered.

"i never want to date again," you mumbled, eliciting a laugh from natasha.

"i said the same thing until i met wanda. there's definitely something different about lesbian heartbreak, i'll tell you that. but you'll find the right girl eventually."

you shrugged, "i dunno."

"you will, it just doesn't feel that way right now cause you're hurting."

there was a period of time where all you did was snuggle into natasha as much as you could. her fingers rubbed the base of your scalp, easing some of the tension from your headache.

“when is wanda going to be home?” you questioned, “i want my other mom here to fix me.”

natasha checked her watch, “just a few more hours.” you hummed in the crook of her neck.

"does it ever stop hurting?"

natasha smiled, "eventually it does."

"you promise?"

“have i ever broken a promise?” she teased lightly. you shuffled to adjust yourself against your mom again.

“m’tired.”

“go back to sleep baby, wanda and i will be here when you wake up.”

you were quick to listen to her, shutting your eyes and letting the warmth of your mother become your security.

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, @tinystudentfirepurse, @lavendercitizen

[flosbelova]

First Christmas

Florence Pugh x Reader

summary: You stopped celebrating Christmas after a death in the family. As years passed on, you never liked the holiday's because it gave you such horrible memories. However, when Florence comes into your life, you might just celebrate Christmas once again.

warnings: mention of family death

word count: 2.4k+

A/N: hi everyone, I hope you're having a good day/night. This story is a bit personal to me, so I hope you enjoy it :)

It was a cold December day. You were at the cemetery, paying respects to your great aunt. You spent your summers with her during your childhood and she was the only person in your life who let you live how you were supposed to live: a child. In your actual home, you were relied on for most of the responsibilities, and you never got to enjoy your childhood. It was as if you grew up too quickly. However, when summertime came along, you'd spend it at your great aunt's, away from your family, and your great aunt would let you do whatever the hell your childish heart wanted.

But now, here you were: A full grown adult, standing by her grave. She was gone. Tears streamed down your face as you felt a sob come out of you. You suddenly felt warm as you felt a body press against you. It was Florence's.

You and Florence had been dating for about a year now. From time to time, you'd bring her to come visit your aunt's grave, but she stayed in the car to give you space. But this time, you asked her to come with you. You wanted Florence to meet the woman who shaped your childhood.

Florence wrapped her arms around you and rested her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head against hers as you wiped away your tears.

"She would have loved you," your voice broke. Florence stayed silent and let you break down in her arms.

"It's alright, my love. She's always with you," Florence looked at you and pointed to your chest, "in here."

You gave her a sad smile. She wiped your tears away and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. You took a deep breath and crouched down on the grass. You took off a glove and traced the letters on your Aunt's gravestone.

"Merry Christmas, Auntie," you whisper as another wave of tears flows from your eyes.

Florence stood as she watched you cry, feeling her heart break into a million pieces. She knew that you were the type of person who wanted space when you cried so she let you stay in your position until you were ready to meet her.

Getting up, you put your glove back on and grabbed Florence's hand. "Auntie, there's someone I want you to meet," you say, taking another deep breath. "I want you to meet Florence."

Florence blushed. "It's very nice to meet you," she said, following your lead.

You look at Florence and back at your aunt's grave. You begin to tell her about Florence.

"I know I've only told you a little bit about her from my past visits, but I wanted to tell you more. Florence is not only my girlfriend, but she's the love of my life." Florence could feel her heart flutter when you say this.

"She's so good to me, and allows me to be who I am and whoever I want to be, just like you did when I was little. She loves to cook, just like you used to," you felt yourself trail off as you realize you're talking in past tense. You took another deep breath. "And most of all, Florence makes me the happiest I have ever been. It's been hard to keep going on ever since you passed away, but thankfully I found Florence and she's helped me and given me a reason to wake up everyday."

Florence could feel tears well up in her eyes at this point.

Without letting go of Florence's hands, you crouched down one more time and blew a kiss to the gravestone. "I'll see you later, auntie. Bye-bye," you gave a little wave and stood up.

You looked at Florence whose eyes were filled with tears. "Oh baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Florence blinked her tears and smiled. "What you said was just so beautiful, Y/N."

You gave her a soft smile and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. You kissed her button nose, which caused her nose to scrunch up.

"Let's go home," you say.

-

A few days passed after your last visit to your Great Aunt's grave. You and Florence were cuddling on the couch, with Florence's head laying on your stomach, as your hands ran through her short brown hair. You two were watching "Elf" together.

Florence moved her head so she could look at you. A blush crept on her face when she saw that you had already been looking at her. You smiled at her as you continued to run your hands through her hair. Florence sat up and rested her weight on her elbows. She rested her chin on your chest as you leaned in to press a soft kiss on her nose.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" she asked.

"I don't know. I just can't shake the fact that you have to leave soon," you say, sadly.

Florence had booked a flight to leave for Oxford in a week's time. Florence offered for you to come, but you had refused because you didn't want to bother her when she was spending time with her family.

"I could book you a flight, Y/N," she said.

"I don't know Flo," you say, rubbing your hands up and down her arms.

"Please think about it, Y/N. I'd love for you to meet my family," Florence continued, "and it would be our first Christmas together." Florence hesitated on those last words as she knew that the holiday season was a sensitive time for you. She never wanted to push you into doing something that you didn't want to do.

You stared at Florence for a moment as you thought. It would be your first Christmas together since you started dating, and you would love to meet her family in person. But you couldn't just shake the feeling of pain when it came to the feeling of family and togetherness. And you noticed how hesitant your girlfriend was for asking you to come with her. This was the first time she had even brought up Christmas for you.

You nodded your head in agreement. "Alright, I'll think about it."

Florence smiled giddily and kissed your lips. It took you a second to kiss her back, but once you did, you felt yourself melt into the kiss. Your hand found its way back into her hair as your arm wrapped around her shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment until Florence pulled away to catch her breath.

"I love you so much, Y/N," Florence said.

"I love you so much more, my girl."

-

After two days of thinking, you finally told Florence that you wanted to go with her. She booked you a flight, immediately after carrying you and smothering your face in kisses. You have seen Florence have boosts of happiness, but this one was something that you will never forget. You felt some warmness in your heart after seeing the love of your life be this happy. You wanted to keep her like that forever.

You started packing your bags immediately. Your flight would leave the day after Florence's flight. Unfortunately, since Florence had already booked her flight, it was impossible to add another passenger to the flight. So her only choice was to book you a separate flight that would arrive the day after hers.

-

The flight to Oxford wasn't that bad. It was about a ten hour flight from LA to Oxford, so you bet that along with the jet lag, you'd have to adjust to the time difference. Finally getting off the plane, you went to the baggage claim to get your luggage. You headed for the gate and it wasn't long until you saw a short brown haired girl, waving and jumping and making a scene.

"Y/N!" Florence yelled.

You made eye contact with her and mouthed "stop" but it only made it worse as she started running towards you. You fast walked towards her and almost fell to the ground as she talked you into a giant bear hug. You snuggled your face into her neck and breathed in her scent. Even though you had been away from each other for about two days, you missed each other like crazy.

"You're very loud and jumpy," you laugh. "Whatever happened to 'not making a scene'?" you ask.

"I had tea AND coffee," she giggled. "I needed to be awake for when you would get here."

"That's very sweet of you, but let's go. People are looking," you told her. She grabbed your hand and led you to where her brother, Toby, was parked.

-

After a few days of catching up on sleep, your body finally started to adjust to the new timezone, and so did Florence. You and Florence stayed in her old room. You never realized how small English beds were compared to American beds. Lucky for you, her mom had an extra bed and lent it to you, in which you attached it next to Florence's bed.

You woke up feeling a pair of arms wrapped around you. You looked out the window and saw that it had been snowing. You felt a smile grow on your face as you realized that you'd be spending Christmas with the love of your life and her family, and to top it off, it was snowing. You had only encountered snow only a couple times in your life, and always dreamed of spending Christmas in an area where it snowed. But this time, your dream has come true.

You felt Florence stretch next to you, and before you knew it, her face was buried in your neck. Florence left you soft kisses all over, before her lips found your cheeks.

"Good morning, my love, Merry Christmas," she said, in a groggy voice.

"Good morning," you yawn. "Merry Christma- wait what?" you say, suddenly getting up. You checked your phone and saw "December 25."

You didn't realize how many days had passed because of your jetlag. But now here you were, wide-eyed because it was finally Christmas. For once you admitted to yourself that this feeling was nice. It actually felt nice waking up on Christmas morning to the love of your life.

Florence got up, and put on her Christmas fuzzy socks. Florence handed you a pair and realized that it had matched with hers. You felt yourself smile at the thought. She took your hand and led you downstairs where her dad was already making breakfast.

You took the image in. Florence's siblings all gathered around the table, waiting for their breakfast, as smiles were on their faces as they discussed what they were going to do for the day. Florence had joined in the conversation and had you sit next to her. You sat there quietly, not wanting to disrupt their conversation.

Florence's mom had tapped you on the shoulder and asked if she could talk to you. You gulped and looked at Florence, in which she nodded. You got up from your seat and walked behind her mom, with your heart in your ass. You didn't know how this conversation was gonna go.

You two were now in the corner of the room, far enough so that the rest of the family couldn't hear your conversation.

"Flossie told me that this time isn't really a good time for you," she says. You nod your head and took a deep breath.

"I understand it mustn't be easy, and I want to make sure that my family and I can make this a better time for you. Christmas is pretty huge in our household and I want to make sure that you won't be uncomfortable," she said. You continued to nod your head.

"I know how much you love our little Flossie," she said. "I can see how much you love her considering that you'll do what you can to show your love for her. I mean look, you agreed to spend Christmas with her, even if it's the most painful time for you. It takes courage having to face your pain, and an even bigger heart to overcome it so that you could be with the one you love," she tells you.

You're confused at this point. "Why are you telling me this? If I may ask," you say, respectfully.

Florence's mom took your hand, as her other hand reached into her pocket. "This ring belonged to my gran, and was given to her by her husband, my grandfather. When you're ready to, I want you to give this ring to her. You have our blessing," she said with a bright smile on her face.

You took the ring and a smile grew on your face. You had thought about asking Florence to marry you, whether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not. The thought of asking Florence to marry you kind of scared you because what if she says no? But you didn't let that discourage you because you knew deep down that Florence loves you the same amount you love her.

"Thank you," you say with a smile. "Thank you so much for this, can I hug you?" you asked.

"Of course you can sweetheart, bring it in!" She said with open arms. You hugged her mom and almost felt yourself cry.

-

Christmas breakfast was going well in your opinion. You got to know each and everyone in Florence's family, the same way they got to know you. Once you all finished with breakfast, you moved next to the Christmas tree where boxes of presents laid under the tree.

You had opened a small box from Florence. You assumed it was a bracelet, but it turned out to be a locket. You opened it and saw a miniature picture of your first date together. You gave Florence a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled. Florence opened two gifts from you: one was a necklace that had her birthstone and in the back was an engraved "I love you." Another gift was a vinyl record from one of her favorite bands. Florence's face glowed and was quicked to hug you as she repeated "thank you's."

"I'm glad that you liked them," you said. "I know it's small, but it's what I've got for now."

"Y/N, I love them. This means so much to me," she looked in your eyes. "I don't care if they're small gifts, what matters to me is that you're here, spending Christmas with me and my family."

You placed your hand on her cheek and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you my girl, Merry Christmas."

"I love you more, darling. Merry Christmas."

The End