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yelenasdiary · 1 year ago

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hi could you maybe write something about Lizzie being pregnant? and maybe be giving birth to reader and her’s baby girl, maybe at home, (in a tub?) hehe, i dont know if its cringe😅 but kind of chaos, but also fluff😅

New Life

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: Life is about to change in front of your eyes & you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Tiny Angst | Fluff | Childbirth | 1K |

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope this was what you were looking for x, enjoy! - I kind of forgot to add the chaos omg!!

It had been a long 9 months for both you and your wife, Lizzie. 9 months full of excitement, worry, more excitement and the normal stresses that come along with having a baby. During Lizzie's entire pregnancy she wasn't seen by the public world, a few times in the early stages of her pregnancy grabbing some groceries but when Scarlett gave her some advice on how to avoid the paparazzi, the world saw less of the actress. It wasn't a bad thing; it was something you and Lizzie both knew that it would be best that she had as much privacy as she could get during her pregnancy.

With Lizzie's water breaking just moments before you two were going to have a shower, it was a rush to get the tub ready and luckily for you, the midwife only lived a few blocks away and was over before you knew it. You helped with work through each contraction that came in waves while the midwife checked to see how dilated Lizzie was.

It hit you suddenly that your world was about to change in a matter of hours, of course this was what you expected but for some reason it really hit you that you were about to become a parent.

*****

"Something smells amazing!" you smiled as you walked into the kitchen to see Lizzie stirring something in a large pot, Lizzie looked over her shoulder and smiled, "I'm just making some pasta sauce" she replied with a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around her from behind and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Still, it smells great" you spoke softly. It was then that it caught your eye that Lizzie didn't have her normal glass of wine half full sitting on the countertop beside the stove. "Let me get you a glass, what are you feeling tonight? Red? White?" you asked before pulling away to get a wine class from the cupboard.

"About that" Lizzie turned on her heals to face you, "I can't have any for a while" she added. Your eyes shot wide open; a smile tugged at your lips as you came to the realisation of what Lizzie was saying. She nodded as she watched your brain click to the news.

"We're having a baby?!" you walked over to her and placed your hands softly on her lips, "yes" she replied softly before you crashed your lips onto hers.

*****

With Lizzie's hand in yours, you used your thumb to gently stroke the top of her hand to help calm her after a contraction. Her head rested against you while you sat behind her. "We forgot to pick up a few things from the baby store" your wife spoke as she looked up at you.

"It'll be okay, I'll call them later and let them know what's happened" you couldn't help but chuckle, "I think they'd be very understanding and if not then I have no idea why they are a business" you added making Lizzie giggle.

Although Lizzie's pregnancy had its pros, it also had its cons. There were moments of worry and concern as you held her hair back while her morning sickness took its toll, draining her of the little energy she had. If it wasn't morning sickness, it was heart burn and struggling to make herself comfortable as her bump grew bigger. Family gatherings really took a toll on Lizzie, even for an actress who is used to answering the same questions over and over again, having everybody she knew and loved ask her 100 times over things about her pregnancy was different and you were quick to give her a break and answer some of those questions for yourself.

But with all the cons, the pros always came shining through. Lizzie would boost to you that being pregnant meant she was entitled to the last snack on the plate, the last cookie? Hers. The last banana? Hers. The last slice of cake? Hers. One of her favorite things to do was baby shop, online or instore, she loved it. Although, you liked it better when it was online because she could spend as many hours as she pleased, and your legs wouldn't get sore.

****

"Honey!! Look how adorable this little suit is!" Lizzie took the tiny boys suit off the rack and showed you, "it's so tiny!" she added while eyeing off the piece of clothing. Of course, she brought it just in case. You both decided to let the sex of your unborn baby be a surprise and so Lizzie was sure to buy gender neutral, girls and boys items so it wasn't a surprise that she brought the tiny suit.

"It's adorable" you smiled softly, "it's crazy to think that somebody can be this small!" You added in amazement.

"I wish our baby could stay tiny forever" Lizzie commented while walking away, her eyes already caught on something else.

****

As her contractions started to become more intense, you reminded Lizzie she was doing amazing and that was the truth. For her entire pregnancy you have watched her body and mind change and just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she did. She was truly the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on.

"It's time" the midwife looked up at Lizzie who was more than ready to hold her baby. She took one last look at you, "are you ready?" she asked which didn't surprise you, she'd always been the one to make sure you were on top of things and doing things when you were ready, you nodded, "I've never felt more ready" you placed a soft kiss on her lips knowing that the next kiss you'd share with her, your lives would be different.

After what felt like forever, the loud cries of your baby finally entered the room. Lizzie was exhausted but still managed to have the worlds proudest smile on her lips. "Congratulations, it's a girl" the midwife smiled at the two of you before whisking your daughter to be wiped and wrapped before carefully placing her in Lizzie's arms.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek when you laid eyes on your daughter, everything would be different now and there isn't a single bone in your body that would change that for the world. "She's perfect" you whispered before placing a kiss on Lizzie's cheek, "you're perfect" you added.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #fanfiction #yelenasdiary asks #anon

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justsome-di · 1 year ago

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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 29

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Alex showed up right after Damián got home and changed into comfy clothes. He stood over Damián with a critical look. Thankfully, he didn’t bring up anything from the night before. He seemed totally absorbed in the present.

“You do look a little pale,” he said.

“I’m fine. Also, pot calling the kettle black much? You’re pale.”

“I’m always pale. I’m white.”

“You got me there.”

Alex crossed his arms. “Why did you almost faint?”

“I just got a little light-headed.”

“Okay, why did you get light-headed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you eaten enough today?”

Damián had a lie ready to go. He was going to tell Alex yes, he had had enough to eat. On the way home, he had made up three meals. Egg over rice for breakfast, salad for lunch, and Diego’s fun little pasta for dinner. But staring at Alex, he shook his head.

He couldn’t do this anymore.

His body ached. His mind was slow. He was cold.

“I don’t think I have,” he said.

“That must have been it then. Do you have anything here you feel like eating?”

The honest answer was no. There was nothing Damián wanted to eat. But he just stared at Alex until Alex took it upon himself to go into his kitchen. Damián followed.

“You have avocados,” Alex said, “I can make you avocado toast if you have bread.”

It was easy to accept food from Alex, and Damián told himself that he was getting dangerously close to associating Alex with his better mental health moments.

They ate avocado toast in silence.

“Thanks, by the way,” Damián said. “I should know better than to have a doctor as a client.”

“I think he did the right thing.”

“Yeah, but he was annoying about it.”

Alex took his empty plate and rinsed it off.

“I’m fine now,” Damián said. “You can go home if you want.”

“No, I’m staying here until Leo gets back.”

They sat together in silence as Damián scrolled through true crime documentaries. They were all so brutal. So grizzly. Abducted children, murdered mothers, gaslit wives.

The avocado and sourdough bread sat so heavily in Damián’s stomach, he felt nauseous. His throat ached. His tongue felt slimy and the roof of his mouth was scratched from the hard crust.

He had never purged before, but he could see the appeal. There was a reason people had to do it—to feel empty again, the erase mistakes. Making yourself vomit had to feel like a reward, Damián thought. Exercising that level of control.

Purge was such a nice word. It was beautiful. Purging yourself of impurities. Ridding your body of food that you crammed down your throat. The abuse had to feel so good. The aches, the swelling, the burning.

Damián looked to Alex. There was no way he knew what Damián could be thinking. He just sat there, trying really hard to keep facing forward.

There was tension left over and when neither of them acknowledged it, Damián’s anxiety climbed until he had to say something.

“Can I ask why you wanted to leave last night?” Damián asked.

“Um. You mean when I wanted to leave the museum?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh. I just. Wanted to get out of there. You said to let you know when I wanted to leave.”

“Okay, but it was sudden. Were you okay?”

Alex tucked his arms into each other. “When we were looking at the art installment, you basically said sex is meaningless.”

“I didn’t say it was meaningless. I just said there isn’t always a higher purpose.”

“Yeah. And so what does that make what we did? Was that sex for sex’s sake for you?”

There was an edge to Alex’s voice. Damián fell into the back of the couch. He felt like an idiot and a jerk.

His relationship with sex had become so casual and most of the time, it was unattached from anything but work. It had been different that night with Alex. He wished he would have told him so.

With Alex, he was more carefree. It felt better. Loads better. And falling asleep next to someone without worrying about leaving before their time was over was nice.

It had been a while since Damián had been with someone outside of work. He had missed it. He had forgotten what it was like. He had forgotten how other people felt.

“No,” Damián said. “I didn’t mean to imply that. I’m sorry.”

Alex repositioned himself on the cushions. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

“It was more like a deep step. I wouldn’t call it a jump. I was going on and on about this whole pretentious sex thing. I forgot what it’s like for some people. If it means anything now, it did mean something with you. It just usually doesn’t mean anything much beyond a job—a job that I like but it’s still a job.”

“I got too wrapped up in myself.”

“No, I don’t think anything you thought was unjustified.”

“I should have said something sooner.”

“That might have been better. But I also could have tried to be more thoughtful. I think we would have been better off if we had assumed that our relationships with sex have been different.”

“Right. Because you’re the most desirable person I’ve ever met, and I was a virgin—“

“Don’t say it with that tone. Don’t say it like it was a bad thing.”

Alex sighed and with a forced, perky tone said, “And I was a virgin!”

Damián didn’t want to laugh, but he couldn’t hold back a little giggle. “Better. Also, you’re really overselling me. I’m not a grand, flawless person.”

“I know. I know. But still. You’re just,” Alex waved his hand, “professional and better at everything than me. I guess I thought that we had equally enjoyed it.”

“I think we did! Alex, for me, the only thing that matters is who I’m with if I’m serious about it. If it’s not a job, I don’t care about anything but the other person.”

“But it must be like playing chess with someone who barely knows the rules.”

“It is absolutely nothing like chess.”

“You know how it’s supposed to go, and I froze up when we started. I couldn’t do anything.”

Damián didn’t say anything else for a little bit. He leaned into the back of the couch and crossed his arms over his lap.

“When I had just started working,” Damián said. “A client asked me for a blow job, and I had to research how to give a blow job before seeing him. And when I met him, I tried it, and I threw up on him.”

Alex lifted his head. “Are you serious?”

Damián nodded. It no longer mortified him, but there would always be a twang in his stomach when he remembered peering up with watery eyes to see his client staring at him with horror. He had been nice, thankfully. He helped Damián get cleaned up and showed him out. Damián refunded him and never saw him again.

That was why Damián could never be bulimic.

He was better at blow jobs now. He had learned to control his gag reflex. But that memory resurfaced every time a client requested oral services.

“That’s awful,” Alex said.

“It was. I don’t admit it to many people.”

“Why did you tell me about it then?”

“Because I want you to know that I haven’t always known what I’m doing. And that sometimes sex is messy and gross, and sometimes someone throws up. You don’t always know what’s going to happen.”

Alex tucked his hands between his knees. “Can you be honest with me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Would you have sex with me again?”

“Right now?”

“No! Not after you almost fainted.”

“In the general future, then, yes.”

Alex nodded. He raised his shoulders to his ears. “This whole thing—can I get some clarification? Because I’ve never really—I don’t know what this is.”

“What what is?”

“Our relationship? I mean, if it is a relationship. If it isn’t ever going to be one, I’d like to know. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

Damián pressed his lips together. He didn’t know what it was either. He didn’t know if there was a word to describe what they were.

“I,” Damián said. His heart was racing. “I do like you, Alex.”

“I—I.” Alex took a deep breath. “I feel like a child.”

Definitely not the worst thing Damián had been told.

“I mean, me too. I like you,” Alex said. “But I don’t know how to make that not sound like I’m in middle school.”

“It’s okay. I think that’ll do it. I think we can say we like each other. And how about after the party, we check back in with each other?”

Alex nodded. “That’s good. That sounds good.”

Damián leaned in and when Alex didn’t pull back, Damián closed the gap and kissed him, briefly.

“Right now, we can be vague and build ourselves up to something with labels,” he said.

“Right now, you can eat something else for me.”

Damián scoffed, loud, trying to brush off the sudden squeeze of anxiety through joking. Alex had noticed. Alex had noticed, and Damián was going to have to get better. Either that or cut Alex out of his life completely.

“We just had avocado toast,” Damián said.

“And I think we should have a little more. You’re still a little pale, and I don’t think avocado toast was enough.”

Damián was too quiet for too long. Alex’s face went from the panic of the conversation before to soft, gentle worry. Alex was too good for him. He was too caring and picked up on too much.

“Maybe later,” Damián said, quiet, barely audible.

Alex agreed to that. He draped a blanket over Damián’s lap and made him tea and together they sat through a shitty movie until Leo and Eve tumbled through the door, talking about their night.

All the while, Damián thought, Alex was seeing him. Finally, there was someone there who was picking him up as he crumbled.

And Damián didn’t even need to totally break down. Alex saw the cracks, starting building supports, and that was all he needed.

Later that night, when Alex was clearly tired and would have probably preferred to go home and be in bed, he made Damián soup. He laid it in front of him at the table and put a supportive hand on his back.

“Just a little bit,” Alex said. “You deserve to take care of yourself.”

And that was enough to pull Damián back toward his old self. His more confident self. He was going to return to the person he usually could be—loving himself and knowing that he was worthy of food and rest and care. And maybe, he realized, he liked being that person more than he liked being a ghost of himself.

#a day late but here it is #better late than never #neud #nobody ends up dead #writing #writblr #writeblr #original writing #writing community

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stormofneurosis · 1 year ago

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(added a google drive link for those who want to read it without an account)

Everyone was afraid of Old Gammy. The root of the nickname I'd yet to learn, but I knew from the moment I started living in Vanton that every person, from the very young to the oldest I could find, had warned me away from Old Gammy.

Most didn't care about me in the general sense. I was an average 30-something looking for my best life, and my demon was nothing special. Not too fierce, no pushover. It didn't matter where I went, the locals told me not to go near her.

Even weirder, ever person gave the same reason, that her Demon was the sweetest thing on two legs.

I asked Hank if he knew anything, but he shook his head thoughtfully, his adorable little goat ears flopping as he did. He mentioned that he'd been talking to some of the others, but no one would give him a straight answer on why or how a demon was so sweet.

A month, that's how long I lasted against the secret. Hank knew the signs, knew the unscratchable itch of such a strange warning over a seemingly harmless woman. He helped me bake a batch of cookies, and chose a nice wine-pairing for an afternoon toast, and together, making sure no one saw, we approached the isolated house on the outskirts of the town.

I was surprised as we came up to the property. It was bursting with greenery, but not as though the house was overgrown. Every plant was carefully potted and put in the best position for sunlight, or carefully curled into a garden bed around the path. The garden was well cultivated, with many plants ready to be harvested. Flowers were vivid and rampant. Old Gammy must eat well on all of this. Me and Hank shared a look before I knocked.

It was her demon who answered. The curly horns were always a giveaway. They were shorter than me by half, and looked rather like a lamb, though the red and yellow shot eyes over the human mouth made that a hard mistake to make twice.

"Greetings" Their voice was like a soft flute, mellow and warm. "How may I help you today?"

I held out the plate of biscuits like a shield, it felt like falling into a bucket of candyfloss just hearing their voice. Hank had taken a step back, his hooves clicking on the porch wood.

"We're here to meet Old Gammy"

I managed to push out the words despite the aura. The head tilted to one side, so the lamb could look me up and down. It then turned towards Hank, questioning. Hank nodded. "My human's called Bee, he means no harm."

That seemed to settle it. It reached for the cookies.

"My name is Macaroni" There was a tiny pause, I had started to ask but the lamb cut me off before I'd even got the first syllable out. "yes like the pasta."

Well, 80 years ago it had been far more common for kids to name their demons rather than ask what their name was. Macaroni turned, their little hooves clipping against a nicely polished hardwood floor. It spoke as it walked, keeping its voice soft and quiet, telling us that Ms Gammy was very tired these days, and if we hurt her, they would have to remove us from the house. The first stop was the kitchen where the cookies were placed down. Hank offered the bottle which was inspected, then placed in the fridge.

"Ah, she's waking. This way."

As we were lead through the house, me and Hank both noticed the maze-like nature of the hallways, and the fact that the walls seemed oddly thick, like they were padded, or reinforced. Neither of us wanted to ask Macaroni about it as I was already starting to regret my bravado.

The room we were lead to was well lit from the ceiling, though by artificial means. Not a single window was angled to put light into there. The light was also brightened as we arrived. Old Gammy turned her head towards us as we entered, heavy lids flickering over misted white eyeballs.

"'Roni?"

Macaroni moved close, picking up her hand and petting it gently.

"I am here miss. Can I help you in any way?"

"Is there water 'Roni?"

The little lamb bustled off to fetch water. I stared at the picture that was painted before me. To start with Old Gammy was old. Not like "grandparent old", but like I was looking at a mummy from ancient Egypt. Every movement seemed painfully slow. The white eyes didn't move, her breathing seemed heavy. Then all at once she turned her head towards me and Hank, though I swear neither of us were doing anything to attract that sudden snap.

"Who's there?"

She still sounded old and querulous, but there was an anger to the whine, an uncertain snap. Gnarled hands, more bone than flesh, reached out and latched on to a cane set by the chair. the woman raised it fiercely.

"I know there's someone there, I can hear your nostril whistling!"

I was about to speak when Macaroni came clattering back in with a jug of water and cups. He cupped her hand and took the cane, petting her cheek lovingly. She settled down under his care.

"I have guests for you miss. A man and his demon have come to meet you."

There was something in the way he said it, a twist in that innocence. Her look darkened and she turned towards me again, glowering. Venom dripped from her tone.

"Oh?"

"I'm Bee, and this is Hank."

I don't know why, but I gestured as though she could see me. Hank even bowed to her a little. I could see her knuckles go white as if she gripped a cane still.

"Bee. And Hank."

Her tone stayed venomous, threatening to knock me to my knees. It was as unhealthy for me as Macaroni's sweet innocence.

"Your kind aren't welcome here."

"Miss!" Macaroni moved to protest "That is all history. They don't look anything like the locals."

That seemed to change her again. The anger faded, the venom subsided.

"What does he look like then?"

"Like the lambs, miss."

That stumped me, but it seemed to stump her too. Old Gammy sat in silence for a while. When she spoke again, her voice was kinder, but there was a new intensity to it. I felt as though she was pinning me to the chair with white-hot questions, flaying me to my soul. Hank even moved to protect me a little.

"Where do you come from?" "who brought you here?" "how did you travel", and, most oddly, "who named your demon?"

Each one seemed stranger than the last, but I did my best to answer under those barbed arrows raining upon me. I'd been born a long way from here, on an island known as Rhode. I'd brought myself, and I'd driven a truck with all my stuff in it. I had to look at Hank for the last one, and there was something new in his face, a sadness that I'd not seen before.

"Hank named himself ma'am"

Old Gammy grunted, then moved her gaze from me to him. I say gaze, but I knew she couldn't see a thing through those clouds. She seemed sad too now, but determined.

"Which trail were they taken on?"

I was confused and started to say so, but Hank's hand, always soft, always kind, patted me on the shoulder.

"The Amber trail miss."

"I'm so sorry."

And that was it, that was the last bit of dialogue spoken in that room. Miss Gammy seemed to deflate and waved us out. Macaroni moved to usher us out silently, and we both shivered as the door shut (not slammed, very emphatically not slammed) behind us.

"What did she mean by THAT?"

Hank looked at me, hesitating a lot. But we were buddies, he'd been there for me since birth.

"Have you ever wondered whose good and evil we are made kind or dangerous by, Bee?"

He usually called me "pal" or "buddy", he rarely used my name unless he was introducing me.

"What do you mean? Good is good, bad is bad."

Hank hesitated even more. He took my hand and lead me to the backyard. I recognised when he knelt down as him saying some kind of prayer, though I didn't know why. The land here wasn't covered in plants. In fact, it was more like a sprawling lawn, marked in regular intervals by stones.

"It's, sort of true" he was muttering. "you make your own good and evil. Some say anything is right for the greater good, some feel that some things are too evil to be considered good."

He looked out onto the rows.

"Not everyone is born with a demon. In fact, most aren't. Or at least it used to be most weren't."

That didn't make sense to me. Everyone was born with a demon. I couldn't think of a single person I knew who didn't have one from the day they were presented to the world. Hank lowered his head again.

"But everyone has a demon now. How could that happen if most people weren't."

Hank was silent, his gaze moving from stone to stone, then to me. His pupils were wide, his expression sad.

"What do you think people do when they think you are born evil, Bee?"

"Born evil? You can't be born evil Hank. No one starts out as evil."

"So you don't remember, when you were small and realised who you were, the preacher who your parents tossed out of the house?"

I thought. There was a vague memory of a person in black robes, screaming at me, and my parents wrenching them away. No words, just the confusion of being screamed at. I'd been eight or so. It didn't seem important at the time, just a weirdo. Hank had shoulder-checked them I think.

"No?"

His mouth twisted a little. He sat beside me on the stoop.

"Imagine there were people who had a book. And they said that everything that was right and true was in that book"

It sounded stupid, I gave him a look. Hank ignored it, not looking at me.

"Now imagine you come to a new place, and some of the things you teach in your book exist there, but there are many things beyond that book."

"That's just how people are. No two people are alike."

Again Hank ignored me.

"Now imagine this book says that anyone who can't abide by these rules, or doesn't fit in them, is wrong and must be killed."

"Even more stupid. People can change, but you shouldn't make people change to a BOOK."

"My people, us Demons as you call us, were written in that book. We were proof of a soul to them. If a child was born and they had no demon, even if their parents had one, then to the book holders they were evil. The elders tried to explain that we came to them not along with the birth, that we arrived from another place as their children matured. We tried to explain, that a child was innocent, that a child was free, and would become themselves, and when that happened, we would join them to take on the world."

I looked at him. He was now speaking as if he'd been there, as if he'd held a small hand and told them, just as he had told me, that I was safe with him. I met his eyes, the same ones I'd known from birth, and suddenly I knew what the field was. I suddenly knew the evil that was here.

Hank saw the understanding and nodded, taking me into his arms and holding me.

"We tried to raise ourselves faster so that we could always be at the births from then on... it took us so long, in our time, to do so though."

"Lambs to the slaughter"

The words caught in my throat as I looked over the field again. Hank nodded.

"She wanted to know if my child was here, to apologise."

He paused, clearing his throat. I didn't know if he could cry and hated myself for never asking if he could. Maybe I had long ago, but it was not in my head now, as I watched him hurting. I hurt with him.

"Imagine how evil you would feel, even if your book told you it was right."

The graves sat before me, spreading into the distance. Each one was tended with care, with flowers, and foods that maybe that child had loved.

Maybe she'd stopped, maybe she'd been stopped. But Old Gammy knew that there was no coming back from her evil deeds.

I would not visit Old Gammy again, but I made sure that Hank always had anything he requested whenever he went back to visit again.

Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them.The more innocent and pure a person is the more mean fierce and terrifying their demon becomes.Today you met an 82 year old woman with the kindest sweetest demon you’ve ever met.

#own writing #writing #there's a story here #writing prompt #good vs evil #demons

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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116 and 139 from the prompt list with Bucky please

Prompts used:

116. “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

139. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

A/N: Hello friends! I’m so glad to be writing for Bucky again. I hope you all enjoy! 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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Bucky paused as he started at the brass 314 just above the top of the door to your apartment. The delicate gold threading of his vibranium arm glinted in the bright, artificial lighting of the hallway, causing him to pause for a moment as he contemplated walking away and never coming back. But no; that wasn’t him anymore, he wasn’t going to continually run away and lock himself up and shut everyone out in the process. The time for that was over, despite how hopeless it seemed at times.

Besides all of the hesitations and reservations he experienced, you’d never once made him feel small or insignificant or like he was just that Bucky. You’d always managed to see him for who he was, and slowly, over time he worked to shed the layers of worry and fear and let you see him, the real him. The seemingly ever present gloves had come off, followed by his jacket, and every other little barrier he had put up over the years. When he’d first told you who he was, who he really was, he’d watched your face flicker through a series of emotions before a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth and you’d responded with a simple okay. Then you told him everything about yourself; trust wasn’t easy, you’d reminded him that day, and it was a two way street. If he allowed himself to be vulnerable enough to open up to you, you would do the same.

It was hard to believe that it had been almost four months. In some ways it felt like no time had passed at all, and in other ways he felt like he’d known you for eons. He’d abhorred the concept of online dating, but for once, he was glad he had listened to Sam and Dr. Raynor and hadn’t deleted his profile on the spot. He had been ready to give up until he received the simple notification that you had matched with him and messaged him. Everything after that felt surprisingly...easy. You had proven to be a beacon of bright, brilliant sunlight in the seemingly endless storm. Not that he had told you that...not in those specific words anyway, but he had a lot of other tells that you picked up on.

As soon as he slipped back into reality and he prepared himself to knock, the door opened and he found you beaming at him.

“Hi James,” his expression softened and any lingering doubt he had about staying was washed away as he held out a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Wide doe eyes met his and suddenly all he could think about was the fact that he really, really wanted to kiss you then and there, but he would save that for later if he felt bold enough to steal a kiss or two, “they’re beautiful! What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he insisted, stuffing his hands into his pocket as was customary, offering a shrug of his shoulders, “I saw them when I was walking over and I thought you’d like them.”

“I love them,” you promised, a gentle hand on his forearm as you pulled him inside, “come on. And no hands in pockets! Not around me anyways.”

“Right,” he reminded himself with a light grimace as he stepped in and closed the door before shucking off his jacket and hanging it on your coat rack. Your apartment was small, not much bigger than his, but much more homey - he always enjoyed the warmth and comfort it provided. The whole place smelled delicious, and judging from the small mountain of dishes in the sink, he could see that you had been working away for some time. An odd, warm, sensation bubbled him in stomach as he trailed after you, noting the music you had on in the background. He made a mental note to ask you about the artist later as he was still getting a grip on what was popular...Sam wouldn’t let go of that one.

“Beer?” you nodded in the direction of the fridge as he sauntered over and made quick work of grabbing two bottles out. He set one down for you before studying you intently as you stirred the pot of pasta sauce. You’d noticed that about him, he was quiet, and aloof, always analyzing everything. But you relished into it too - when silence fell over the both of you it was never awkward or uncomfortable. You turned to him, a smile on your face as you raised an eyebrow at him, “what? Is there something on my face?”

“N-no,” he answered quickly as he took a swig of what he already deemed as liquid courage, “it’s just...how did you know I was at the door?”

You snorted at his question, barely able to contain a fit of giggles as it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you. But god, did he love hearing that laugh; even if you thought it was a silly question, it was worth it just to hear your amusement, “really? That’s what you want to know?”

“Yeah,” he grinned back at you, “out with it.”

“Well,” you clinked the neck of your bottle against his before taking a long drink, “you’re always early, never more than ten minutes, but always at least five, from our planned time. You have a particular walk, not loud but not soft...just you. I dunno, but it’s distinct. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Plus I heard you and then you didn't knock, so I had to make sure you weren’t having some sort of ...panic out there. And maybe I was just really excited to see you.”

“Excited to see me?” he was incredulous. He wasn’t sure when someone had last told him that.

“I’m always excited to see you, James,” you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching over and gently putting your hand on his cheek. And he practically keened into your touch, eyes fluttering closed at the tenderness so you openly displayed, “oh! I almost forgot, will you grab a vase for the flowers so I can get them in water?”

“Of course,” he agreed. Of course he was ready to do almost anything for you, “one more question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why don’t you call me Bucky?” he kept his gaze trained on the vase as he pulled it from the cabinet and filled it with water. For some reason he was almost nervous to hear your answer.

“You told me that only your family or friends called you Bucky,” you reminded him as he answered with a simple nod, “so I figured it was something earned, something that I should only call you if you trusted me enough to know you in such an intimate manner. I-I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries either. W-would you like it? If I called you Bucky?”

His throat felt tight and his heart constricted as he listened to your words. For once it wasn't a cloying, negative feeling but one he...enjoyed. How very odd. A silence fell over the kitchen as he arranged the flowers in their new home and you finished dinner. For the briefest second did you think you’d said something wrong, but after he set the flowers on the dining table, he turned to and nodded, a slow, sure thing, “yes. Please - call me Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you repeated softly, grinning from ear to ear to as you pulled out the loaf of bread to prep to throw into the oven to turn into garlic bread, “my Bucky.”

The singular use of the possessive might have been lost on you, but it most definitely wasn’t lost on James Buchanan Barnes. He gripped the edge of the table so tightly, he was surprised it didn’t break. Collecting himself for a moment, he came back over to you and offered to take the garlic and press to assist you in your little venture.

You were quick to playfully swat his hand away before nudging your hip with his, “I’ve got it. You go ahead and start getting plates and stuff ready.”

“Come on, I can totally help,” he insisted as you brandished the press at him, “how hard is it? You’ve done everything!”

“Nuh huh,” you insisted, “remember the first we had dinner at yours? You almost burnt the kitchen down because you didn’t pay attention. Not happening - I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

“I-I do not suck,” his mouth ran dry as he gaped at you like a fish out of water. How easily the words had spilled from your mouth, without a second thought, without hesitation. He wondered if you’d even realized what you said, “I...umm-”

“Oh,” it was then that realization hit you and your face felt warmer than it ever had, “Bucky, I didn’t...I didn’t mean to say that...out loud. I’m sorry, please don’t...I’m sorry. I don’t want to seem too forward.”

‘Y-you love me?” a dark pink flush rose in his cheeks as you chose your next words carefully. You didn’t want to lie to him and backtrack on your declaration, but you didn’t want to drive him away either. Instead you settled on a small squeak and a slight nod, “I can’t even remember the last time someone told me that. Or the last time I felt that for someone else too. It’s been a long time.”

“Things haven’t exactly been easy or normal for you, Bucky,” you laughed lightly as he came closer and left only a minuscule amount of space between your bodies. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body as it took every fiber of your being not to throw yourself at him then and there, “but you deserve kindness and love as much as anyone else, if not more so. You are a good man Bucky, despite what some people want to believe and despite what your mind tells you sometimes. The last few months with you have been...the most wonderful. You’ve made me so happy. I hope to be able to give you even a fraction of that in return.”

“You have made me happier than I thought I deserved to be,” he admitted as it became your turn to take a step closer. If you leaned in now, your lips would almost brush his. And god, you wanted to kiss him - until you were breathless, until it was the only thing you knew. The two of you had taken it slow, upon requests from both of you - Bucky for the obvious reasons and you after a very rough break up. It hadn’t been much more than sweet kisses and honeyed whispers, but he meant so much to you. You liked how things were progressing, but you couldn’t deny you would always take more, however much he was willing to give you, “when I first saw and met you, I thought you were a dream come true. Like you really couldn’t be real, or even like me, but here you are."

“I don’t really plan on going anywhere,” you promised, inching that much closer, your face almost touching his, “I hope you’re not either. Because I kind of...really like you.”

“M-may I kiss you?” he brought his hand to your face while his vibranium arm settled on your waist. It was an odd tango, one he was still trying to work out to see what felt right, normal. It had been a long, long, time since he’d held someone this way. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you carded a hand through his hair, playing with a particularly wild bit at the nape. You wanted nothing more than this, than him. It was such a simple act, and yet so saccharine and intimate when it was the two of you. It was an act of trust, an act of intimacy, and so much more.

“Please,” you beamed him before he closed the distance and kissed you. And this time, he really kissed you, like you were the only thing sustaining him, the only thing he wanted or needed - a fresh breath of life. Plush lips were delicate and soft again yours, but hungry and yearning as though nothing could ever be enough. When you chanced a breath of air, you nuzzled your nose against his and softly whispered his name, “Bucky.”

“I don’t know if I can say it yet,” he swallowed thickly as you knew immediately what he was indicating. You cupped his cheek before tracing over his features, “I��”

“I know,” you promised as you met his eyes. They were so soft and gentle; this was perhaps the most relaxed you’d seen him. At your words he seemed to melt into your touch as a soft sigh escaped him, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m all in.”

“Me too,” he promised, “me too.”

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chuckbass-love · 4 years ago

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56 and 100 with andy or steve plss

Hellooo lovely. First of all thank you for the request and i’m sorry for the long wait. I was taking a break from requests to work on the multiple series that i’ve got going on but i’m back now and i hope this is worth the wait. Secondly, i chose Andy for this and i really hope you love it.

Prompt #100: “Call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you”

Prompt #56: “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you”

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, smut, oral sex ( f receiving), language and ass grabbing. 18+ guys

Word Count: 2,861

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I’ll Show You

It’s been one hell of a day at work today and all you want now is just to cuddle up on the couch next to Andy, a glass of wine in hand and some random movie that he’s been dying to watch all week on the TV. To tell the truth you don’t even care what movie it is, all that matters is that he’s next to you, holding your body close to his with his cologne filling up your senses and intoxicating you. Oh and lots of kisses are also a must.

You could honestly spend forever in his company and it’s been that way since you first met, you’ve always been drawn to each other like magnets, to put it in the most cliche way possible. But it suits the two of you because you’re both introverted and home bodies. So any time you get where you can just sit together and enjoy each others company, you take it no questions asked.

This week has surprisingly dragged, probably due to all of the clients you’ve had. Your calendar has quite literally been chock a block full not to mention the severity of the things your clients unload onto you. It’s been tough. But you got into this business because you can’t help but help people and you knew the second you started on your journey to becoming a therapist that it was never going to be easy. Nothing good ever comes easy. But you don’t mind that, you’ve never shied away from a challenge before and your brains are just another thing added onto a long list that Andy keeps of why he fell in love with you.

That along with your heart of gold.

On the drive home you decide to turn the radio volume up a little more than usual, you need something to keep you going until you can run into the arms of your love and as Led Zeppelin comes onto the radio, you know you picked the right day to crank the volume up. What a band.

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Andy is just making his way out of his own office and down to the parking lot to drive home himself. He’s usually home before you but tonight he had to clear up a couple things before he got to leave and much like your career, his is also never stress free, but he loves it too much to give it up.

As you park your car you notice Andy’s isn’t here yet which isn’t unusual, you know he’s most likely had to stay behind a little later so you decide that you’ll be the one to start cooking dinner ready for when he arrives. You step out of your car and head to the back seat to retrieve your bag along with your jacket from this morning before strutting up to your front door. But before you can even put the key in the lock, your neighbour Ian jogs over, calling your name to catch your attention.

“Ian, hi” you beam, greeting him with a friendly smile, one which he returns gladly.

“Y/N, me and Julie were just talking and since i’m taking the boys out golfing tomorrow, she’ll have a spare coupon for the spa, if you’re interested in joining her”

You have been rather tense lately and since it’s Saturday tomorrow, you’re not gonna pass up such a wonderful opportunity to relieve the tension building and the knots forming all over your back.

“Sure, that would be great. What time?”

“11” he responds simply and you nod your head rather enthusiastically.

He places his hand on yours as he smiles from ear to ear “brilliant, she’ll be over at half ten then just to be safe. Have a nice evening” and with that he walks away just as Andy is walking towards you with a not so cheery look on his face. Must have been a tough day at work for him too.

“Hi handsome, what’s with the pouty face?” you tease as you let the two of you into your shared house but he doesn’t seem to be laughing at your not so funny joke.

“Andy?” you press him for some kind of response even if it’s a nod or mumbling, you’d rather something than to be blanked by him but to no avail.

He just shrugs his coat off, hooking it onto the coat rack before slipping his shoes off and placing them in the shoe holder. And since he doesn’t seem to be responding any time soon, you do the same before padding into the kitchen to have a look at what you have in the refrigerator and the cupboards to cook for dinner. You eventually settle on a simple dish, mac n cheese. It doesn’t take too long to cook and that’s exactly what you need seeing as you’re starving.

You take one of the many pots and pour some water in it before setting it on the stove on a medium heat to boil whilst you change into something a little comfier.

As soon as you enter your shared bedroom you see Andy making his way into the closet too and when you walk in he turns his head to see you staring right back at him, confusion all over your face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, hoping that this time he might actually tell you rather than acting like you didn’t open your mouth “what did Ian want?” is all he says and it’s all he needs to say for you to know just why he’s acting off with you.

Ian and Julie have lived opposite you ever since you moved in and you automatically got along, all four of you. They’d get a babysitter for their children and you’d double date every now and then but those fun times were interrupted when Andy insisted that Ian had a thing for you. Although you tried to convince him that it wasn’t true and he was just paranoid, you couldn’t help but notice the evidence too. The way Ian would look at you and hold his stare a little too long, the way he’d flirt without you realising it at the time and obviously today, the way he had his hand on yours. Andy must have taken one look at that and assumed the worst.

“He asked if i’d go to the spa tomorrow with Julie, i said yes, why?” you have to be sure though, although you’re assuming now, you want him to be able to tell you what’s got him so bitter.

“I don’t trust him” he mutters as he finishes changing into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

“He’s harmless Andy”

“I saw the way he was with you just now, touching you and giving you that shit eating grin, he knew what he was doing”

“Andy, whatever he thinks of me, i don’t care. I’m with you for a reason, can you just trust me”

“It’s not that i don’t trust you” he snaps

“Except it seems that way”

You hold off on changing for now, deciding that storming off childishly is the better option. Once you’re back downstairs you then place the pasta into the now boiling water, making sure to turn the heat up one more too.

“Why can’t you just see things from my perspective here?” he wonders out loud as he leans on the kitchen counter, catching your attention. The way his hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are hunched over, it makes you feel bad for even getting mad at him. Sure jealousy isn’t great but when he gets so worried about other men stealing you away you can’t help but realise just how much he loves you. He loves you so much that the thought of you leaving breaks him let alone if you were to actually go.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that and you’ve told him plenty of times.

“It’s not that i don’t see things from your perspective, it’s the fact that there’s no telling you. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than be without you yet you’re too caught up with Ian having a little crush to notice that”

“Yeah well call me selfish Y/N, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you let alone flirt”

Instead of fighting back against him you step closer and wrap your arms around him as you stand on your tip toes and just as your lips touch his, his hands grip your face gently.

His grip tightens the more you kiss him and when you slip your tongue in, he loses all control. His hands dance all over your body, leaving no spot untouched. Goosebumps form all over as the kiss heats up, the pasta long forgotten on the stove as you’re too busy being ravished by your man.

“Someone’s very possessive” you mock, smirking a little into the kiss before he kisses you so hard it knocks the air from your lungs and when you pull away you’re gasping.

Your breathing hitches as he rests his forehead to yours, his handsome face inches away from yours and all you want to do is just claim his lips, just like you did seconds before. You can’t get enough of him.

However, he beats you to it, gripping your chin aggressively as he bites down on your bottom lip with need. You pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck loosely to which he happily obliges.

“Is that a problem?” he asks, raising his brows at you as you struggle to regain control of your breathing, you simply shake your head no in response, half expecting it to end here. But he has other plans.

“Good” he starts, slowly walking into the lounge leaving you stood there confused. So you decide to follow, only to find him laying down on the couch with his eyes trained on you.

“Now, why don’t you come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you today”

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him smile afterwards, you can’t quite believe that he’s all yours.

Without another second left to pass, you head over to him and begin to straddle his waist. He quickly takes control, moving you further up until you’re hovering above his chest.

Large calloused hands grip the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it up to expose your laced black panties. Andy can’t help but choke on air as he sets his eyes on your panty clad mound. But rather than waste time, he starts to devour you over the lace before eventually slipping them to the side and feasting on you like a man starved.

The sensation causes you to throw your head back and practically scream due to how good it feels. His tongue on you like this will never get old, it’ll always be one of the best things in life, one that you’ll continue to enjoy for many years to come. The way his skilful tongue glides over your puffy folds with such precision before he eventually latches on to your bundle of nerves, it’s almost too much to bare and you can feel the coil tightening already with every suck and lick.

And when he slurps on you as he drinks the juices that pour from your fountain you’re unable to stop your hips from moving on their own accord and before you know it, you’re grinding yourself on him desperately as he lays there taking it like the greedy man he’s always going to be for you.

For him, you’re it. You’re the one and you always have been since he first met you.

After Laurie he didn’t expect to ever want another woman again until you came along. You rocked his world, turned it upside down and since then, he’s been hooked. He’s obsessed with the taste of you, the smell of you, the sight of you and the sound of you. You ignite a fire within him, alert all of his senses and turn his whole body into gooseflesh. Just the way he loves.

He flickers his eyelashes before looking up at you as his hands make their way to your perfectly shaped ass so that he can dig his claws into the soft skin of your round globes, causing you to keen for more.

The sounds your making should have alerted the neighbours by now but even if they do, Andy doesn’t care. He just loves the music you make as you arch your back, still riding his tongue as he pushes it further into your tight and wet hole.

“Please, Andy” you cry out, reaching down to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, you’re desperate now, even more so.

“Hm?” he mumbles, the noise vibrating onto your pussy “i’m gonna cum” you breathe out heavily, trying to gain control over the situation but failing miserably.

Andy rests his hands on your hips, stilling the movements before diving back in for more. He swirls his tongue around your folds once again before ultimately settling his plump lips around your pulsating clit and sucking like his life depends on it.

You can’t hold back anymore, the sinful moans are enough to make him cum too without you even so much as touching him.

And with one final suck and two of his fingers massaging your folds, you cum with a frantic sob. Your body launches forward and he pulls you down so that you’re laying on top of him.

He strokes your back delicately, soothing your shaking body. He can feel your legs jolting every couple of seconds.

Eventually you get off of him and attempt to stand up but of course, you fail miserably.

“So, how was that?” he rasps, chuckling simultaneously

“Perfect, oh and i missed you too today” you smile and he eventually stands up as you slouch down.

“Good, now just let me finish the job then we can order takeout” he says, causing you to furrow your brows but the unasked questions have their answer once he gets on his knees on the floor between your legs and dives right back in.

You shiver a little, your pussy is still trying to recover but he just can’t get enough. His tongue laps at the cum still spilling out of you, making sure that every last drop is inside of his mouth before swallowing it all.

“Now i’m done” he quips and you sit up a little, pulling him closer to you so you can get a taste of yourself on his tongue. Once he slips it into your mouth you can’t help but get carried away, until the door knocks, disturbing you from your peaceful and romantic moment.

You stand up to go and answer it, quickly sorting out your appearance in the hallway mirror before you open it. It’s Ian.

“Ian, hi... again” you giggle nervously as you turn to see Andy’s face change from content to angry in seconds. He practically jumps up off the couch to join you at the door, his beard still damp with your arousal.

You watch as Andy stares the poor man down before wiping at his face.

“I was just stopping by to let you know that Julie wants to leave at 10 instead, you know because of traffic and all” you can practically smell anxiety on him and Andy notices it too.

“Sure, that works for me” you say before the situation turns awkward.

You glance over at Andy who is just stood there watching him intently but he’s coming off rather intimidating.

“Anyway, we’re about to order takeout Ian so we have to go” Andy adds in before snaking his arm around you waist and pulling you closer to him, you follow Ians eyes as he looks down at your skirt and you can only hope Andy didn’t spot that but judging by the change in his breathing, he did.

Shortly after Andy bids Ian goodbye and as he’s walking off, you’re still in the doorway.

You turn to your jealous boyfriend and tut, resting your hands on your hips but he soon disbands your serious facial expression as he smacks your bum which causes you to squeal.

“Andy”

“Let’s get you to bed so i can really show you how much i missed you” he kicks the door shut as he picks you up to carry you to your shared bedroom and you just know you have a long night ahead of you.

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onlydreamofmysoul · 4 years ago

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The new (and last 😭)sweater weather chapter put this situation in my head and I don’t have the talent to make it real:

How would Remus react after he learns he can be a player on the team? and how does the rest of the team react? and how does the media react? and what does Sirius say? and what is his first game like? And what does Jules and his family think? AND AND AND ????

Of course u don’t have to do anything and I adore your writing just thought I would share some of my frantic ramblings.

I’m getting lots of ones like these! My brain has been spinning with so many ideas but one that stuck with me were Remus’ old superstitions.

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Half Sheer Dumb Luck

Calf stretches before thigh

Remus just stared at coach Weasley.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We’d like to offer you a place on the team.”

Remus wasn’t sure he could trust himself to blink, never mind talk. “Is this a joke?”

Arthur stepped forward, his face calm and reassuring. “Remus, no, of course not. I’m your friend. I wouldn’t do that to you. We, all of us, the organisation, the team, we’ve reviewed your tapes. We’ve seen you play. And we want you on the team.”

“The team knows.” It was a statement, not a question.

Arthur nodded.

“Sirius knows.”

He nodded again.

“This is real?”

Arthur smiled as he nodded this time. “As real as me standing here right now.”

“I’ll have to be ready.” Remus’ hands were shaking. “There’s so much to do.”

Coach stepped forward and placed his hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Yeah, there is. But I don’t think there’s a better man up for the job.”

“Oh my god.” Remus thought his knees were going to give way.

Arthur grinned and pushed Remus away from him lightly. “Now go talk to your boy. Not being able to tell you has been killing him.”

Remus nodded and walked away in a daze. Sirius was right where he left him, chatting to Thomas and Noelle. He smiled when he saw Remus.

“He… he wants me to join the team?”

Thomas let out a whoop. “Loops knows!”

The tent went up in cheers but Remus could only see Sirius.

“Is.. Would that be okay for you?”

Sirius frowned, pulling Remus right up against his chest. ��Would that be okay? Oh my love, there’s nothing in the world that I would love more.”

Remus laughed, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “I’m going to be on the Lions.”

Sirius kissed him, slow and filled with love. “You already are.”

“I’m going to have to train non-stop.”

“I’ll help you.”

“You’ll train over the summer?” Remus asked disbelievingly. Sirius kissed his forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. “I’ll do anything for you.”

The rest of the team then decided they had enough waiting and piled on, a massive group hug in the middle of the wedding reception, Remus right in the centre.

Two bottles of water on the bench.

“Mom, I have some news.” Remus said over the video call, his voice shaking. He could practically see his mother looking at his hand to see if there was a ring.

“It’s not that mom jeez, can you grab dad and Jules too?”

Remus waited until they were all together for him to speak again.

“So, the Lions organisation found my old tapes.” He began, “They started looking after they saw me play at family skate.”

Jules was just listening, bouncing in his seat waiting for Remus to get to the point. His mother looked concerned, but his father looked, almost knowing.

Remus swallowed, wishing he could tell them in person - he and Sirius were visiting next week but Remus needed to tell them in order for it to feel real. He was glad he was sitting on the couch at home, he needed some sense of normality.

“I’ve been asked to join the Lions.”

“I don’t understand. You already work with the Lions?”

“No mom, not as staff. I’ve been asked to join. As a player.”

Julian let out a whoop so loud Remus might have heard it without a phone. “Re, did you say yes? You had to say yes, please tell me you said yes!”

Remus laughed, nodding his head. “Of course I said yes.”

Hope promptly burst into tears and there was a definite pool forming in his dad’s eyes.

“Oh Re,” His mother breathed, “Oh my darling this is so, so wonderful.”

“No one deserves this more than you.” His dad was saying. “I am so proud.”

“Re does that mean I get to come to all of your games! Oh my god, you’ll be famous! I mean, you’re already famous, but you’ll be more famous! Re! You’ll be rich!”

Remus burst out laughing, looking around at the ridiculously large house he was in already, “I don’t think I need the money Jules.” While his mother rolled her eyes.

Julian gasped as another thought flew into his head. “Remus! I need to get your jersey!”

Sirius walked into the room, and perked up, “Oui! We need your jersey Re!”

Remus covered his face with his hands. “I don’t even have a jersey.”

“Yet.” Sirius corrected, curling up next to him and kissing his cheek. “You don’t have a jersey yet.”

Right foot first to step onto the ice.

“Es-tu prêt?” Sirius asked as they stood outside the locker room. Remus took a deep breath in.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The clamour of the locker room was deafening, but Remus wouldn't have it any other way.. He nearly cried laughing when he saw that Nado and Kuny had decorated his new stall with pictures of Sirius, all copied and printed from social media with edits of Sirius shirtless and captions and endless heart-eyed emojis. He hugged Leo who was in the stall next to him and when he sat down to lace up his skates, he relished the feeling that he was part of the team. Because he was part of the team now, really and truly.

He met the new PT - Dorcas, with whom he knew he’d become fast friends. He also set about telling her all the ins and outs of working with the boys, their little superstitions, their tells when they were lying about their injuries. She just smiled and thanked him and told him to kindly fuck off and enjoy his first day, he could tell her all this another time.

The boys made a big show of letting Remus be the first out onto the ice (After you my good man) and while Remus rolled his eyes and smacked the back of a few heads playfully (Finn, Thomas and James), this was the moment he had waited for all of his life.

Right foot first, he stepped onto the ice.

Pasta and marinara before home games,

“Loops, what are you doing? I told you I would cook before your first game!”

Remus smiled and tilted his head up to kiss his boyfriend, placing both hands on his chest. “Baby, I love you, but you can cook precisely three dishes, and this isn’t one of them.”

Sirius pouted. “Your mom is teaching me.”

Remus nodded, “I know, that’s the only reason you can make those three dishes.”

Sirius shook his head smiling but he kissed Remus, nipping his bottom lip playfully.

“Are you nervous?”

“Terrified.”

“You’ll be incredible.”

“And if I’m not.”

Sirius kissed him. “If you’re not well then,” Sirius shrugged with one shoulder, “Then you try again next time. What was it a wise man once said? You always have more than one shot.”

Remus scrunched his nose. “That makes me sound like an old man.”

“A sexy old man.” Sirius commented and Remus just groaned. “Oh my god get out of here.”

Chicken and broccoli before away.

“Ha!” Sirius exclaimed when Remus walked into the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of his boyfriend cooking. “Je prépare le dîner ce soir.”

“... You don’t know how to make this one.”

Sirius put a hand to his chest in a wounded gesture. “You think I would give you food that is not good on a game day? Mon loup, how little faith you have.”

Remus felt a smile playing on his lips. “So you’ve magically learned how to cook?”

Sirius shook his head. “Non, that wouldn’t be magic, that would be a miracle. I have however, been taking lessons from your mother. Secret face-time lessons, when you’re out. I’m getting quite good.”

“You’ve been taking secret fact-time cooking lessons from my mother?”

Sirius nodded and held out a spoon for Remus to try. Remus dodged the spoon and kissed him instead. “I love you.”

Eggs morning of, pancakes after a win

“So,” Remus said, stepping into the locker room. “Who’s up for some pancakes?”

The roaring affirmative made Remus laugh before a warm weight barrelled into him.

“Hi Jules!”

Jules had taken to wearing both Remus and Sirius’ jersey at the same time to games, because he apparently couldn’t choose a favourite. He alternated between which one he wore on the outside. Today, it was Remus’, with LUPIN splashed across the back, the number 6 bold in the centre.

“Can I come get pancakes too?”

Sirius appeared behind Julian and threw him up into the air before setting him back on his feet, Jules giggling the whole time.

“We could never get pancakes without my favourite Lupin!”

“Hey!” Remus protested, but he looked at Julian’s set of jerseys and smiled.

“I suppose you can have two favourites.”

Finn, walking by, cupped his hands to his mouth. “Preach!”

Drag the puck around the crease twelve times.

“Hey Loops, are you coming to stretch?”

Remus smiled at James. “I’ll be over in a second Pots, I just have to do something first.”

James nodded and went to skate away before pausing. “Wait!” He looked at Remus sheepishly. “Blue?”

Remus shook his head fondly. “You’re so lucky I knew you’d ask for that.” He said ducking to grab a bottle of blue Gatorade he had taken from the kitchen for exactly this purpose. “Love you Fruit Loop!”

“Not as much as me, I hope.” Sirius commented as he stepped out onto the ice. “You coming?”

Remus shook his head. “Just gotta, you know.”

“Skate around the crease twelve times.” Sirius smirked. “I thought you weren’t superstitious.”

Remus flushed a dark red. “I’m not! But I’m not going to risk it either!” He laughed when he realised Sirius was teasing him and pushed him away lightly.

“Oh shove off, you can’t say anything.”

Sirius just continued to smirk at him as he skated backwards. “Love you too.”

Remus looked around the packed stadium as the anthem played and he pressed his star necklace to his lips. Looks like he had another tradition.

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Hiiii is it okay to request something? I just really love your fics 🥺 I saw that you did song fics, so I was thinking Still Into You by Paramore mixed with Thinking of You by Katy Perry since I legit couldn’t get those out of my head. Also I’m having Mikasa brainrot rn, so maybe a fic about exes getting back together? Where reader is like already in a new relationship with Historia, but they still love Mikasa, and the pining is mutual. Thank you so much 🥺

we sang along to the start of forever — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: angst but it transitioned into fluff in the end so we’re fine :)))

— summary: you still love each other and like puzzle pieces, the two of you thought about trying out the relationship thing again.

— word count: 4.8k

— author’s notes: i’m so sorry this took so long, we have so many backlogs but i thought that writing would be a great thing to unwind so here it is !! i also made the reader a girl because as soon i started writing, mikasa with a girlfriend just keeps popping in my brain and i can’t help it sjjkjksjs and thank you so much for requesting !!

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

< you said move on, where do i go

“Hey, there you are.”

A melodic whisper got you out of your daze from looking at your laptop screen. Exams are around the corner and your professors thought that it was the perfect time to dump more work for you. Tomorrow, you have a deadline coming up for a 2k-word essay about a topic that you could care less about, it wasn’t even under your major. Yet here you are, in one of the study areas of your university, trying to squeeze your brain just so you could reach the word count without caring for the outcome of your essay. But it seems like the gods graced your prayers because a small figure with golden blonde hair appeared in front of you, her blue eyes shining under the lights of the study area.

You started dating Historia Reiss not too long ago, it was probably ranging for three months at most. It was quite rocky at first, with you being out of a long-term relationship and Historia balancing out her time between extracurriculars and academics. The long-term relationship that got you all wound up was with a close friend back in high school and it sucked because you were such a good pair together — maybe fate wasn’t by your side that time. The two of you were immature and young but your time together was golden, having known each other way before asking one another out. You promised each other you’d move on and clearly, you did, your eyes finding your current girlfriend sitting in the neighboring study desk, taking out her stationery and color-coordinated notes.

Historia was a sweet person, always patient and caring when it comes to you. You met during a lecture that you two happened to share. She forgot her Apple pencil and luckily, you still had yours in your bag, lending the gadget to the blonde since you already have your laptop perched in front of you. With small smiles, the two of you gradually became friends, sitting next to each other during that lecture. Those small moments grew and later became study meet-ups in cafés or hanging out in one of the university’s libraries. The best thing that connected you two was your personalities, it matched so well that people sometimes thought you knew each other way longer before college. When you noticed Historia showing some signs that she likes you more than a friend, you couldn’t quite believe it at first. It was Historia being so understanding of you that made you say yes to her dates.

And now, here you are.

“Yup, you found me,” you told her, stretching your arms above your head before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Is that essay for Mr. Smith’s class?” Historia asked, leaning over to your side to get a glimpse of your screen. She patted your shoulder at the number of words you wrote. “Wow, you already got past the 1k mark. That’s amazing! Don’t forget to take breaks, though.”

“Of course, Tori,” you smiled. “You, too. I know your exams start four days from now. How is that holding up?”

Historia opened her readings, sighing at the thought of the dreaded season of the student body. “I don’t know if I can answer anything that well. I mean, we’ve been having study dates every day but I get so nervous just thinking about the exams. I know I’m going to be prepared but my anxiety said ‘no’.” She buried her hands through her hair, eyes softening when your face started showing how worried you are for her. “I’ll just think that this will be over a week from now.” Historia reached a hand out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Hey, why don’t we go to that restaurant just outside of uni for dinner?”

You took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately. “I think that’s perfect.”

The two of you proceeded to work on your separate tasks until you both agreed that it’s time for a good dinner. Historia helped you tidy your things up, occasionally smiling softly at you when you yawn. You bid goodbye to some of the students in the study area you know and the two of you went out of the room with joined hands. It was a nice walk around the university, the golden glow of the Sun bathing everything in orange, and making you relax despite the many backlogs still on your to-do list. That was until you saw a familiar figure going out of one of the many buildings of the Business Department. The blonde beside you even recognized the young woman hiding her face behind her scarf, blue eyes darting to you with a worried air.

It also happened that Mikasa Ackerman looked up from adjusting her scarf, her stormy gray eyes meeting with yours by chance.

Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, her gaze then dropping to your hands still joined with Historia’s before pursing her lips. Looking up to tangle your eyes again, she rose her hand in a little wave. You reciprocated the gesture weakly, never leaving your stare off her retreating form. You noticed that her shoulders became tense after that little encounter, fists enclosing the straps of her backpack and steps hurrying to get to her apartment that was just a walking distance from the university.

You felt a light squeeze coming from the girl beside you, knocking you out of your reverie.

“Let’s go?” Historia asked, eyes knowingly roaming your face.

“Mm-hmm,” you only hummed, following your girlfriend out of the campus.

You thought there wasn’t anything left but why were you still stuck in a limbo that you couldn’t get out of when you stared into those gray hues haunting your dreams?

< recount the night that i first met your mother

Mikasa had her life figured out.

Everything was perfect. She has the most amazing people she can call her friends. She has the most supportive parents (and brother, but he can be a little shit sometimes but that’s beside the point). She has the perfect grades that can maintain her standing in the university, earning her great credits from various professors on the campus. She has scored a good apartment with her best friend, Sasha, all equipped with the best rooms and views that she can pay for a reasonable price. She is still a member of the university’s track and field long-distance running team, a regular and a manager at the same time. She also had the most beautiful girl as her lover and confidante, someone she could be herself with (not that her closest friends and brother didn’t see her real personality but being with her lover was a different kind of bliss compared to hanging out with her friends).

Well, had a girlfriend.

Ever since meeting you again earlier that night, suddenly Mikasa’s schedule for the night seems to blur.

It was her turn to cook for dinner but she couldn’t do anything properly. First, she managed to burn her sauteed vegetables, something that she had never done before knowing that this is her favorite go-to dish. Second, she boiled the pasta too long and now they’re too soggy. She nearly threw the pot down the sink but she didn’t want their neighbors to call the cops to their place, she just didn’t want to have a repeat of the first time that happened. (The first time their neighbors called the cops because of them was all Sasha’s fault, it appeared to the brown-haired girl that Mikasa’s cooking is one of the best in the world that she screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night.) Now, the gray-eyed girl had no choice but to start from scratch with the pasta, it was a good thing it was only the pasta though.

The front door of their apartment opened with a bang while Mikasa tried to concentrate this time. Without looking up, she can see a brown-headed blur dashing towards the kitchen. “Stop right there, Sasha,” she said while stirring the alfredo sauce in the pan. “If you reach for the chicken one more time, I’m going to skin you alive. I don’t have the energy to hold your hungry ass back right now.”

Sasha backed away at the look of her roommate who was ready to commit violence if she steps out of line. “Whoa, who pissed at your day?”

Mikasa blinked, realizing that she might have been unreasonable with her remark. Of course, she wasn’t the only tired one in their apartment right now. Sasha was also struggling with academics and extracurriculars, not to mention, her love life is perfectly stable despite being in a relationship for a year. Not that Mikasa felt slightly jealous but she did everything she could to save their relationship but it still ended on a consensual note. The black-haired girl relaxed her tense posture, sighing deeply to expel the negativity accumulating her mind at the moment (Sasha called them dark forces after Mikasa told her about it, it took everything not to leave the room when the words came out of her friend’s mouth). Turning back on her sauce, Mikasa stated, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You know, with the exams coming up and my track team entering this meet at the end of the month for official records. It’s just,” she sighed, “too much right now.”

“Aw, Mikasa,” Sasha empathized, going around the countertop to wrap her arms around Mikasa. She placed her head against her friend’s, petting the latter’s hair until they became a mess on her head. “I know just the thing to make us feel better. Let’s watch some of those anime movies that Armin recommended while eating dinner. Or anything that you want to watch if you don’t feel like watching anime right now.”

Mikasa smiled a little, resting her head on top of Sasha’s and relishing the comfort her friend gave her. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Sash.”

The moment she shared with Sasha reminded her of when you two were in high school. At that time, Mikasa was one of the star athletes that belonged to the track team. After the rigorous training their coach gave them, Mikasa’s knee started to hurt. This was dismissed by the head coach, saying that this wasn’t serious at all. You witnessed it when she ran more laps than what was written in her training regime to the point that her knee gave out. It was a good thing that her knee only acquired a sprain and a good rest from physical activities for some time will heal it gradually. Mikasa never had anything against it because getting some time off from her club meant that she could spend her free time with you. It was spent staying on her family’s couch, watching movies to pass the time while making small talk about her friends. The reminiscing continued until Sasha helped her prepare the living room for their movie night. She just couldn’t help but associate every little thing with you. You were a great part of her life since middle school.

She missed everything about you.

While the movie played out, her mind went to a time when it was time to introduce Mikasa as your girlfriend to your mother.

It was in the first months of being first-years in university. There was an issued academic break set by the faculties, taking the time to invite Mikasa to your home. You were so excited that that’s all you can talk about while the gray-eyed girl drove you two to your hometown. That was the only thing enjoyable in the entire trip. Everything went into shit when you blurted out that Mikasa has been more than a friend to you ever since high school. The look on your mother’s face was enough for the two of you to tell that this shouldn’t go on as planned.

“So, you’re telling me that Mikasa has been in our home, doing God knows what to you since high school?” Your mother flatly questioned.

The coldness of her tone made you stiffen in your seat. You can see Mikasa from the corner of your eyes trying to calm herself down by rubbing your hand under the table. It couldn’t be helped that your father, the only understanding person in the family, was absent because of his job. This is why your father chose to live separately from your mom, seeing as she was the kind of authoritative parent and wife, always hovering around each of her family members to keep them in line. You now understand why your father left her because God forbid, it was tempting to cut off ties with the person who gave birth to you as she threw degrading words at Mikasa left and right. You furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your hold on your girlfriend’s hand, which was trembling on your lap. The first time you saw her this shaken was when her knee got injured during her track training. Her skin was so pale like that time that you wanted to pull her out of the house and stay at a nearby hotel to get away from your mother’s wrath.

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“No, [Name], don’t you say another word,” she pointedly snapped at you. “I feel like I have become a failure of a mother. I don’t understand why you have a woman as your lover. It’s just not right. I support it but not if it’s with my daughter.”

You abruptly stood up with half-lidded eyes that never strayed from your mother’s similar shaded ones. Your hand still gripped Mikasa’s, your thumb stroking the back of it in a soothing circle that contrasted the indifferent gaze you gave your mother. When you were a child, you understood her sentiments because you’re her only child, the only person left in her life. But when she started badmouthing the little things observed from other people, you started questioning her parenting. You were told that people who love others of the same sex were sinning the word of a divine being but if that’s the case, you’d gladly be condemned to the pits of Hell if it meant protecting Mikasa from your mother’s harsh words. “We’re leaving.”

“What—?” It was Mikasa.

“Come on, Mika. Let’s find some restaurant downtown. This place is becoming stuffy and I don’t want you to suffocate any further.”

“Hey, Mikasa? Are you alright?”

Mikasa jumped, looking around at their apartment’s living room as if she was confused as to why she was there. She slightly shook her head before turning to the concerned brown irises of her roommate. Trying for a convincing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Mikasa forced a laugh as she mindlessly twirled the pasta on her plate with a wistful air surrounding her. “Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just saw my ex earlier when I got out of my last lecture for the day. I feel like that’s the reason why I don’t feel like myself today.”

The movie was then forgotten when Sasha positioned her body so that she could give Mikasa her undivided attention. With a serious expression that the gray-eyed young woman didn’t see in a long time, Sasha asked, “That gorgeous beauty?”

A nod was all Mikasa could answer. Gorgeous was an understatement when it comes to imagining you. You’re practically the most beautiful girl Mikasa saw in her lifetime.

“Damn, it’s been what? Half a year since you guys broke up?”

A nod from Mikasa. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pushing them further into her chest, feeling so small at the moment. “It would have been fine if she’s alone but…”

Sasha’s mouth parted with realization; eyes wide as she stared at her roommate. “Oh,” she breathed.

Scooting closer to the gray-eyed girl, Sasha wrapped an arm around her shoulder to let the former lean against her side. She always viewed the two of you to be endgame, seeing as you were dating since you were in high school. It sucks that no matter how much the two of you proved that you belong to one another, it just ends inevitably. Sasha even liked you when Mikasa introduced you to her new roommate when you were first-years. You were shining in the brown-eyed girl’s eyes; smile so bright that she couldn’t help but think you’re pretty, hair perfectly mussed by the wind during the ride to the apartment, casual clothing fitting you in the most pleasing way possible, and personality that one could describe as amazing. You even gave her some of your food when the three of you ate out together. (Mikasa always scolded you for giving away your food when you’re barely even eating regularly.) And when you guys broke up, Sasha saw how Mikasa ended up at the lowest point of her life, locking up inside her room and only going out when Sasha’s asleep. It was only recently that Mikasa slowly became herself again.

Now, Mikasa became that closed-off version of herself after the break-up, and Sasha instantly pulled her in for a hug.

The television kept playing the movie they chose to watch, Mikasa’s silent sobs blending with the movie’s dialogue and seeping through the night.

< she kissed my lips, i taste your mouth

You nearly pulled away when you tasted lemon instead of strawberry.

You nearly looked away when you saw azure instead of metallic gray after the kiss.

You felt so bad for thinking of midnight tresses instead of spun gold every time you lay in bed after hours of studying. Guilt bloomed in your whole torso like a giant wad of roses prickling your insides with their thorns, images of Mikasa plaguing your mind a week after you saw her again after six months. And every time you close your eyes to let sleep pull you in their embrace, arms so secure would wrap around your middle in your dreams, the smell of a rose-scented soap enveloping you in a warm cocoon. It was so contrasting to the minty scent you tried so hard to get used to in those three months you were together with Historia. You promised yourself you’d never date someone else after Mikasa but you tried because she told you to find someone who will treat you better than her. As much as you pleaded with your rationality to not follow her advice, Historia was a breath of fresh air.

It was a rainy night the time you and Mikasa broke up. Funny how you always love the rain and yet the one moment tormenting your daydreams occurred in a thunderstorm.

“Mikasa, what are you talking about?”

Your favorite-colored irises couldn’t meet your stare. “I said you deserve to be with someone who can make you glow with happiness.”

“Where is this coming from?”

She only shook her head, short black hair moving along with the movement. “I feel like I’m not giving enough in this relationship. I noticed how happier you look when you hang out with your friends from your department but when you’re with me, you’re mellowed down and so drained that I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” Mikasa buried her hands in her hair, elbows placed on her knees, making herself feel smaller in front of you. You stood up from your bed to kneel in front of her, covering her cheeks tenderly with the palms of your hands. Yet she continued, “My mind is telling me these thoughts that I denied a long time ago since we started university.”

“What thoughts, Mika?”

“That our spark had died down for good.”

You searched her face for any sign of a joke but you could only stare at her downturned eyes.

“That I think we should break up for you to be happier with other people.”

“No,” you murmured, tears starting to blur your vision. “Mikasa.”

“I love you so much to see you unhappy with me.”

“I’m never unhappy when I’m with you. Where did you get that idea?”

Mikasa smiled despite her wobbly lips, gingerly placing her lips on your forehead. “I love you, [Name], I hope you’ll find someone bright enough to let you shine even more.”

It hurts just thinking about that but something pinched it even more when you stared at Historia in front of you, Facetiming someone on her phone. You two were celebrating the end of your exams in a café, treats covering the expanse of your table. It was a breather from all the stressful weeks draining your energy and now you feel refreshed. The book you recently bought was snug in your hands, eyes skimming over the words as Historia animatedly talked to her friend, Ymir. Hearing her laugh at something the freckled girl said, you couldn’t help but look up from a paragraph you were engrossed in. Historia looks so happy, cheeks flushed and giggles so clear that she couldn’t even contain them with her small hand. She never looked like this with you and as much as you anticipated the pain brought by the sight, it didn’t come.

Now, you understood what Mikasa felt, only this time you had to let Historia go because she already belonged to someone else.

Historia just said goodbye to her friend and you knew you had to hold on to this chance.

“Hey, Historia, I have a question.”

She sipped her iced tea. “Shoot.”

“You like Ymir, don’t you?”

The silence and flustered reaction that followed was all it took for you to smile.

< no more mistakes ‘cause in your eyes i'd like to stay

Getting out of a four-hour lecture was bliss to Mikasa. She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a deep breath of relief at the thought of spending her weekend without any backlogs. Finally, she can relax without feeling guilty. After all that hell her department professors gave her, she deserved this break.

Mikasa walked down the hallways with a slight spring in her steps, feeling her phone vibrate with a text message in her bag. Stopping by a little bit at the side of the hallway, Mikasa opened the outer compartment of her bag and turned on her phone. A smile instantly overtook her confused expression.

armin

hey, wanna watch a movie tonite?

eren suggested we could unwind after the exams

figured you needed it

you can stay the night here too !!

Her fingers typed out a reply almost giddily.

Sure.

Let me just text Sasha that I won’t be sleeping in the apartment tonight.

Another message from Armin appeared.

armin

yey !! see you later, Mikasa

At this point, her smile couldn’t be erased on her face.

See you later, Armin.

Then, another message from Armin popped out that made Mikasa laugh a little.

armin

this is eren

mikasa, can u bring dinner PLS

armin and i are too lazy to cook

plus, you love us 🥺🥺🥺

The gray-eyed girl rolled her eyes, typing out a ‘fine’ before closing her phone. Her brother was sometimes too hard to handle but he can be sweet as well and saying that he needs dinner is just a way for him to say that he misses Mikasa’s cooking. When she looked up, a very familiar blonde and one of Mikasa’s classmates in a general subject came into view in one of the gazebos. Confusion was an understatement while she continued staring at Historia and Ymir laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. It was only a few weeks ago that she saw the blonde girl holding hands with you after a whole day of lectures. Maybe it was because she was staring too long at the couple that Ymir turned in her direction. As the freckled girl recognized the black-haired, stoic girl in one of their general classes, Ymir rose a hand in the air as a greeting. It also didn’t help that Historia looked at where Ymir was waving, with Mikasa tensing at the attention. She hastily waved back before turning in the direction of her car in the parking lot.

Several theories flickered through Mikasa’s head as she pulled out of the parking lot, the department store in their part of the city as her destination. Her mind was still a questioning mess the whole time she roamed the vegetable aisle until she bumped into another shopping cart, the clang of the metal breaking her trance.

“I’m sorry,” she told the person holding the other cart without looking up from her groceries.

“It’s fine.”

Mikasa quickly lifted her head at your voice. She probably looked like an idiot gawking at you in the middle of an aisle. You were dressed in an aquamarine shirt tucked in a pair of black slacks; your hair slung over one of your shoulders but for her, you looked so pretty. She concluded that you also got back from one of your lectures since your bag was placed inside the shopping cart, leaning beside a carton of strawberry milk. At the sight of the beverage, Mikasa’s chest pounded with her loud heartbeat, all the memories of you saying you like the taste of strawberries because of her entering her mind. Even after a full minute of you staring at each other, Mikasa couldn’t bear to look away. You’re so beautiful and she misses you so much.

“I miss you, too, Mikasa,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “And you look good as usual.”

Mikasa’s face burned with embarrassment, reaching her ears, as she realized that she said her thoughts out loud. She was acting like she was in high school when she came to terms with her feelings for you. “U-Uhm, how are y-you?” Fucking hell, what is she stuttering for? It’s not like she got a below-passing score on one of her majors.

You softly smiled, tucking a stray lock of her behind your ear. “I’m doing fine. I was just thinking of making some homemade dinner tonight.”

Mikasa nodded, recalling that you got a single apartment. “Me, too, but Eren asked me to make dinner for our movie night with Armin.”

At the mention of the two men, your face brightened. “How are they?”

The gray-eyed young woman reciprocated your smile. “Armin is still reeling Eren from doing anything stupid. You know how that dingbat is.” Your laugh made her day better. She faintly noticed that the two of you started walking side by side, pushing your carts to who knows what section of the department store. “The last time I saw them was before the exam week and we were studying so we didn’t do any catching up. Speaking of exams, how are yours?”

You hummed. “I think I got a passing grade on Parasitology and Microbiology. Those were the only subjects keeping me up for how many nights in a row.” You chuckled at your caffeinated state the previous weeks. “But the others were all papers so I guess I’m fine as of now.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself palpitations from all the coffee.”

“You know me so well, Mika,” you laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to order coffee every time I go out this time. I don’t want a repeat of that night when I studied for Para. It was worse because I don’t have a roommate. How is Sasha doing, by the way? Still a ball of sunshine, I hope.” You spotted a cereal box you wanted to try so you mindlessly reached out for it but it was on the top shelf. Mikasa noticed your struggles, stopping behind you after chuckling to herself at how adorable you looked to reach the cereal box. You visibly tensed when you felt her front brush against your back, the box of cereal greeting your vision with Mikasa’s hand brushing on yours. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she answered, patting your head before taking her cart and pushing it in the direction of the dairy section. “Yeah, Sasha is still as rowdy as the day you last visited. I threatened her again when she tried eating what I was plating for dinner. It was not a lovely night.” Mikasa paused, looking behind her when you’re not following close. She slightly panicked when she saw you looking down and gripping on the handle of the shopping cart. “[Name]? Are you okay?”

“Mikasa, I’m still into you.” You faced her with a smile. “Will you let me love you with all my heart again?”

Mikasa was speechless, her throat clogging up with overflowing emotions. She let out a delighted light, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Yes. Will you let me in your heart again, [Name]?”

“Always, Mika.”

Their song of forever played once again and it felt so right that they wondered why they stopped it in the first place.

#aot #snk #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x you #ex to lovers #modern au

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - Part 3 - invitations

The Smee twins stared wide-eyed at the crisp white letter that was clearly and openly inviting them, both of them, to Auradon prep, signed by King Ben and Ms. Evie of the isle. They heard that Harriet, CJ, and their older brother Sammy had gotten the same letter around the same time that they had gotten theirs.

His Royal Majesty, King Ben of Auradon, and his Councilor Ms. Evie of the Isle, hereby request the pleasure of your company, Skipper and Sterling Smee, for the upcoming academic year at Auradon city middle school. Please notify his Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request.

-we’d love to have you two with us here in Auradon, don’t worry, your brother has been given the same invitation, will you come? - King Ben

-Don’t let this go to waste boys, I’ll see you soon - Harry H.

Skipper and Sterling looked at each other, then back to the letter, the older twin, skipper, picking up the letter and holding it gently in his hands, reading it over and over for any small hints that might reveal the letter to be a whole joke and they would never be coming off the isle.

Skipper slowly looked at his brother with a grin “it's for real” he whispered, shaking the letter in Sterling's face “they really want us to come to Auradon!” Sterling took the letter and examined it for himself, a bright grin matching his brothers growing on his face.

The twins threw their arms around each other, jumping and spinning around the room. the door to their room opened, the twins pausing in their celebration as their older brother, Sammy, and dad, Mr. Smee, looked in on them with just barely repressed smiles. “Dad look!” Skipper took back the letter from Sterling and shoved it into his dad's face, the old man smiling and picking up his son as he examined the letter “they invited us to go to Auradon! And Harry signed it too!!”

“they invited your brother as well” Mr. Smee hummed, setting Skipper back down on his feet and examining the letter again, smiling at the note from Harry. “Harriet and CJ too”

Sammy flipped his invitation between his fingers “yeah, Harriet said something about how they finally assigned guardians for us so they were finally able to send the invitations, all that’s left is for us to tell the dudes who gave ‘em to us that we accept” Mr. Smee, handing the twins letter back to Skipper, the two going over it once more.

“when can we tell them?” Mr. Smee asked, walking back out of the twin's room to the living room of his apartment that he had acquired after (y/n) had dismembered his ex-captain.

“well, Harriet got a letter from (y/n) saying that the next shipment of goods tomorrow, will have some of the couriers that are expecting our response so we can tell them then.” Mr. Smee nodded, moving into the kitchen to start making dinner for his sons.

“so after we tell them you three are all for Auradon, when will you be picked up?” Sammy pursed his lips, trying to remember what Harriet had relayed to him from the letter that (y/n) sent her informing her of the timeline of events for the vks transfer.

“uh, after we tell the courier dudes tomorrow? the limo should be here sometime next week…no clue what time yet but im sure well be told at some point before the day” Mr. Smee nodded, setting a pot of water onto his stove and turning it on, waiting for it to boil so he could add the pasta.

“I noticed on the twin's letter, it said “Auradon middle school” while yours said “Auradon Prep”, so the twins will be going to a different school?” Sammy nodded at his father's question, helping him get the ingredients ready for the chicken alfredo spaghetti he was about to make.

“Yeah, they are only 10 after all, and Auradon prep is a high school so I’m guessing when they turn 14, they’ll go then.” Mr. Smee nodded again and started to chop up some parsley.

Sammy grabbed the chicken from the fridge and placed a pan on the stove, starting the flame and grabbing some seasonings for the chicken.

The two worked in comfortable silence, the sound of the twins playing in the background providing the much needed “white noise”

Sammy sighed, slicing up the chicken and tossing it into the pan, watching it cook as he thought of the fast-approaching future.

Only a week from now, he and the twins would be across the sea in Auradon, away from their father for the first time. Now Smee wasn’t the best father, hardly anyone on the isle was, well maybe except for Dr.Facilier which was mostly a surprise to…well everyone, the once voodoo doctor turned principal and arcade owner held his daughter in high regard and strived to give her the best life he could on the isle.

But back to his father, while he wasn’t the best, he definitely was far from bad, and tried to the best for his kids when he could. And right now, the best for his kids was sending them to Auradon.

Sammy knew the twins would miss their father, yes, they would have the hook siblings and their older brother but nothing could take the place of their dad. Sammy hummed as he wondered if he could request visitations for the twins to see their dad.

CJ balance-walked the curb as she kept pace with Harriet, both heading back to the older sister's ship for the night as darkness began to set over the isle.

“so when are we goin ta Auradon?” CJ asked Harriet, grinning as she gave an annoyed sigh, it being the seventh time CJ had asked that question within the last five minutes.

Then again, Harriet hadn't bothered to answer her so CJ thought it was perfectly reasonable to continue to bug her with it. “at some point within the next week” Harriet muttered; she had wanted to keep her answer as loose as possible as to not get CJs hopes up. Harriet was a cynical person, unlike CJ who was oddly optimistic, and she didn’t want her little sister to be disappointed in case the limo never came.

But thanks to CJ’s constant babbling of the same question, Harriet just decided to blurt it out if only to make her shut up. “sweet~ is Harry gonna be in the limo thing?” Harriet sighed, question after question, and if Harriet didn’t answer CJ would babble it over and over again until Harriet snapped.

“I don’t know, I just know they are aiming for next week to pick us all up, (y/n) said I’ll get another letter about two days before we get picked up so we have time to pack ‘n stuff” CJ hummed at that and lept off the curb, skipping up next to her sister and clasping her hands behind her back.

“so what was (y/n) like? I didn’t get to meet her when she came to demolish dad” Harriet stopped for a moment, of all the questions for CJ to ask that was one she wasn’t expecting.

“well,” Harriet starting, moving forward again as her ship came into sight “she was really…expressive, very protective of Harry, um-damn good with a sword….I don’t know I wasn’t around her for a long enough time to gage her properly but what I've gotten about her from her letters, she’s a thorough person and makes sure everyone is taken care of before going through with a plan” CJ hummed again, Harriet’s “description” of (y/n) was different than the image she had made in her head due to Harrys “description” but either way (y/n) sounded kinda cool and she would have hella fun annoying the hell outta her.

The two hook sisters arrived at Harriet's ship and climbed aboard, moving into the lower decks where the kitchen was to eat dinner.

Dizzy hummed happily to herself as she moved about the salon, cleaning up the last of the clipped hair and globs of dye before the salon opened at midnight.

In one week, ONE WEEK, she, Dizzy Tremaine, the daughter of Drizella Tremaine, would be going to Auradon!!! With Evie!! Her idol!!

As the day drew closer to the fateful pickup day, her excitement built up inside her, bursting out in sleepless nights and constant ideas to sketch down in her sketchbook.

She let out a squeal and spun on her heels, sweeping up the last pile of hair and disposing of it. She just couldn’t wait! There were so many things in Auradon that she wanted to try! From ice cream to swimming pools, it was an endless list of joys she had yet to experience!

“Dizzy!!!! Finish up! Time for dinner!” her aunt Anastasia called from the apartment upstairs, Dizzy set her broom and dustpan against the wall and skipped up the stairs, unable to keep the bright grin off her face.

“Coming~!!”

Ben looked at the papers the couriers had given him of the responses of the six invites he had sent out the day before.

All of them said yes.

Ben couldn’t help the wide grin from growing on his lips, and he didn’t resist the urge to dance as excitement swelled inside him.

‘Finally!’ Ben thought as he danced stupidly around his office ‘finally! After more than half a year I can finally bring more VKs over! Nothing can stop it now!’

Mal knocked gently outside his office, it was lunchtime and he had yet to arrive at the pavilion where he and the vks plus (y/n) would be eating (lunch celebration for the invitations being sent out). After a few moments of silence, other than the sounds of Bens dancing footsteps, Mal opened the door, calling out for him.

She burst out laughing as she spotted Ben dancing around his office, a wide grin on his face “They all accepted!” Ben sang, pulling Mal into the room and making her dance with him “they all accepted! Six more vks next week!”

Mal laughed again and let herself be pulled into the moment of joy, gigging as Ben spun her around and lifted her into the air “Six more vks!” she echoed, squealing a bit as Ben dropped her into his chest and spun them both around some more “Ookayyy!! Im gonna throw up lemme down!” Mal smacked at his shoulders until Ben grinned at her and set her on her feet, laughing a bit as Mal tumbled into a chair from dizziness.

“Come on, let's go tell the others!” Ben grabbed onto Mal's hand, dragging a still slightly out of it fae from his office and to the pavilion, where the rest of their friends waited for them.

“There yeh are, an’ here I thought yeh keeled over from paperwork” Ben let out a few sarcastic laughs as he looked to Harry, who just grinned back.

“harde har Harry, but! All six of them accepted the invitation!” Evie and Carlos let out a gasp and Evie stood from the table, bounding over to Ben and slamming into him for a hug “I know! Next week we’ll finally have more vks!”

Gil and Harry burst out laughing as Evie took Ben's arms and spun them around in a dance, “He was doing that in his office” Mal sniggered, sitting down next to Jay and leaning on him, Jay holding up his phone and laughing as he recorded Evie and Ben dancing.

“adorable” you purred, curling against Harry's side as his arm wrapped around your waist. Carlos and Dude ran around for a moment, hyped up from Ben's visible excitement, and slid to a stop in front of the table.

“come on! Let's eat! Then we get ice cream! For celebration!” everyone cheered at Carlos' suggestion and Ben and Evie quickly sat down, Ben tapping his hands on the table to rid of his excess energy.

A few moments later Ben's personal chefs appeared with trays of food, setting them down in the middle of the table and pouring their drinks “thank you, Cherise, Tulio” the two chefs smiled at Ben and nodded, waving the eight teens goodbye and moving back into the castle.

“to the new vks!” Ben called, raising his glass and laughing as the rest of you followed his action.

“to the new vks!”

“and many more~!!” you finished, the vks grinning even wider than that. That was the plan, as soon as Harry's sisters, the Smee kids, and Dizzy were in Auradon, the process to bring another six would be immediately put in action.

The only question to that was ‘who would be chosen?’

-end of part 3-

yeeee P3~!!! the new vks have been invited to Auradon and things are lookin up~!!! and writing excited Ben was so fun, hes a fun character to write and create for, i don't get why the official writers pushed him to the side so much, after all without him the Descendants storyline wouldn't exist (yes this is heavy side eye to the writers of descendants)

anyway Permtaglist!

@queer-cosette @sephiralorange

@lunanight2012 @daughter-of-the-stars11

@musicarose @random-thoughts-003

@remembered-license @rintheemolion

@verboetoperee @imtryingthisout

@thecaptainsgingersnap @jatp-rules-my-life

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #interlude #rewrite #part of your world #finale #shuffle playlist

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sigillaria-svt · 4 years ago

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Apartment Dates

One-Shot Scenario

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Word Count: 1,789

Genre: Fluff, slice of life ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪

You put your bag down on the sofa, looking around at the apartment that you haven’t visited in almost half a year. Due to your work schedule, it has been a bit difficult to meet each other. Now that you finally managed to convince your boss to give you a weekend off, you spend the day at his apartment.

You lay on the sofa and stare at him.

"Just as soft as when you last visited, right?" he says cheerfully. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I couldn't have survived without you," you smile. "Can I get a hug?"

He laughs and hugs you. "It's been too long," he says.

You sigh. "Too long is an understatement, it's been months. I really, really miss spending time with you."

He frowns and hugs you tightly. "I'm sorry, I should've visited you sooner."

You sigh again. "And get in trouble for sneaking out again? The last time you did that, your manager almost went crazy.”

He laughs.

You say "Let's go and make lunch. I heard you've been learning how to cook pasta recently. "

"Yeah, I learned how to make pasta from Joshua.” He smiles. “I’m still learning, don’t get your hopes up. I think I still have some ingredients left from the last time Joshua and Jeonghan came over.”

"How about we head to the supermarket nearby? Let’s get snacks for later.”

He lets out a small groan. “But we just got here…”

You hold his hand and look up at him. “Cookies and cream ice cream? Please?”

After a big sigh, he grabs his bag and hurries over to the front door.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You say with a wide smile.

You quickly get up from the sofa and the both of you walk out to the grocery store nearby. You hold on to his elbow as you walk, looking around at the bustling city. On your way to the store, you start to reflect on your relationship.

You never thought that you and Cheol would end up together when you first met. To be honest, you hated each other's guts because neither of you wanted to back down. It wasn't until later on that you realized that he had a great sense of love and protection for his friends. As the leader, he had to make sure that he stood his ground, but only because he had to do what was best for the team.

Later on, you figured out he was a kind person who just likes to have fun. You knew he would be the first one to help you out if you were in trouble because that's just the kind of person he is. When you messed up a job a few years back, it was Cheol that came running in the middle of the night to help out. You would've never thought he would've done that and that's why you realized just how much you actually liked him.

The both of you arrive at the grocery store. You look around and see that there's hardly anyone else around.

"Let's go into the bakery section," you say. You browse through the pastries while Cheol grabs a few. "Let's get some garlic bread. It'll taste great with the pasta. "

"Yeah, and it'll help me survive the garlic breath I'll have for a week," he laughs.

You and Cheol look at each other and laugh as you both find the garlic bread aisle.

"Oh come on, you're not going to have garlic breath for that long."

"I sure will!" he laughs again, "You’ll be tasting garlic bread for the entire week too.”

He winks at you.

"What?" You say, slightly flustered.

"Let's get some ice cream.” He grins as he heads to the ice cream aisle, satisfied at his attempt to rile you up.

"What are you talking about?"

He leans in and whispers into your ear. "We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You can't help but blush at the thought. It doesn't help that you always seem to wear your heart on your sleeve. The thought of this makes you feel embarrassed and vulnerable. But with him being the way he is, you always expect him to do something weird like this so you don't really know how to react.

You try to not smile or make eye contact and look down as you grab the pint of mint chip. "Let's get out of here."

"I got you a bit excited, didn't I?" He said teasingly. "You're so shy. I'll have to work on that."

"Shut up," you say, not wanting to have this conversation for multiple reasons.

The both of you make your way to get the snack aisle. However, Cheol's hands never seem to leave your waist, making you even more flustered. You want to pull away, but you also don't. He's being especially close, even more than how he was this morning. You got shy whenever he did this in public, but he seems to enjoy getting a rise out of you. He gives you a small smirk when he sees how red your face has become. Although you missed him so much, you never seem to get used to public acts of affection.

“You’re going to be mine for the rest of the weekend.” He says

"Don't say that in public, what if someone heard you?!" You try to hush him.

"What's wrong, are you ashamed of how much you miss me?"

"No! I just... don't say things like that out loud!"

You two eventually get to the counter and Cheol takes out his wallet to pay. He takes out enough money to pay for everything.

“You’re paying for all of it?” You ask.

“Why not? I’ve got money to spend.” He looks over at you and nods. “If you want to pay for anything, you can do it later at the apart—”

You pinch his side and give the cashier an awkward smile. The cashier puts the food into two bags and gives them to you.

"Thank you."

The both of you make your way back to the apartment. "You're welcome," he says with a wink as you both walk out of the store.

When you arrive back at the apartment, you put the ice cream in the fridge as Cheol prepares the ingredients for your lunch. The scent of garlic and onions fill the apartment, making your stomach grumble. You walk into the kitchen, seeing Cheol chopping up the garlic and onions. You roll up your sleeves and help him with boiling the pasta.

The whole time he's flirting with you, he begins to move closer to you.

"Why are you acting like this?" You ask him.

He takes a deep breath and speaks, "Why not? Don't you like it?"

You stop what you're doing and stare at him.

He continues, "I thought you said you wanted to spend the weekend with me. If that’s the case, let’s spend it like we’re spending two months together.”

"No... It's not that I don't like it. I love you, I really do.” You couldn’t help the thought that’s been disturbing you for the past few months. You didn’t want to bring it up because you knew that it would just make everything awkward.

Still, you take the shot. You love him too much to hide what you really feel from him. “Don’t you ever get tired of me?”

"What do you mean?" He says while stirring the pasta slowly.

"It's because of me that we haven't met in months. I was the one who decided on my work schedule, and even when I didn't have work, I stayed at home all day to sleep. "

He stops stirring the pot and looks at you. He then goes back to stirring.

"If I wasn't ready to deal with all that, I would have broken up with you a few months ago when you first told me about your new schedule," he says. "But I didn't."

You say nothing to this, it's obvious he's willing to put up with a lot because of how much he loves you.

"I love you," he says as he gets closer to hug you.

"I love you too."

He puts his arms around you and lays his head on your shoulder. Over the next few hours, you and Cheol enjoy your time together. What was meant to be a peaceful lunch turned out into a rollercoaster of topics. You talked about everything that you couldn’t over the phone. At some point, you shared about this coworker that’s been getting on your nerves, almost riling Cheol for a fight. There was so much to talk about, and yet so little time.

Eventually, the both of you had to clean up after three hours of talking. After cleaning up, both of you snuggle over at the sofa as you watched a movie. The two of you laugh when certain scenes came up and you hit him when certain ones came up. You didn't really realize movies could make you laugh so hard, but you enjoyed it. But to be honest, you only enjoyed it so much because it was with Cheol. Without him, you wouldn't really find anything about this movie all that funny.

After the movie, you and Cheol head over to his room to sleep. You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face. After a few hours, you wake up. You look at your alarm clock. It's 8 AM.

You look over to your right and find Cheol soundly sleeping. You hesitate to wake him up, happy to see him sleeping like a log. A loud buzzing noise makes you jump up. You look around and find it to be your alarm clock.

You quickly turn it off, but Cheol ends up awake. He looks at you with a smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He says, half-awake.

"I should be saying the same to you," you respond, sitting up. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Mmmm." He replies, pulling you back down to the bed for more snuggles. “Five more minutes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. For such a tall man, he was always like a child when he just got up from bed. You decide to spend the rest of the morning with him in bed.

“What am I going to do with you, Choi Seungcheol?” You say as you stroke his hair.

He snuggles more into you at the sound of his name from your lips. In moments like this, it made you remember why you fought to keep this relationship in the first place. You wouldn’t trade him for anything else in the world. - END -

#S.coups #Scoups #SVT #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #SVT fic #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen fanfic #choi seungcheol #seventeen

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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A blurb where the girls are fighting and one of them ends up hitting the other sending Flora & Daniel in shook✨

I really liked this idea and I thought it would work with something I ran past @randomlimelightxxx a bit ago…I can’t really see the girls arguing and hitting each other per se (but I’m sure it happened at least once!) but this idea I wrote below basically would be quite similar in the way Flora and Daniel would react in terms of your idea! Besides, the girls are more vicious with words than fists most often than not hehe ;)

Saturday, August 7, 2027

From the day Penelope got her diagnosis, Florence and Daniel made a point not to treat her different from her sisters. Of course, she sometimes needed a few accommodations and extra support but she would never be singled out and never be treated differently for any other reason. It was hard at first, trying to understand their middle daughter’s every needs – especially when she went non-vocal when her overloads were strongest – but they tried their best for her.

They always had a menu on the fridge with a schedule so they would know what meals to expect day to day. Penelope liked to be prepared. It just came with the diagnosis. Florence would always try to keep recipes simple for Penelope’s sake since she was kind of a picky eater. That also came with the diagnosis. Penelope never really had a problem eating food at home but she did have her plain favourites that tended to be the go to: chicken nuggets, pasta with tomato sauce, or baked potatoes with butter.

One day in particular was not a good day for Penelope. They had all gone out for the afternoon and everything was setting her off. Being seven-years-old now, she better understood what was happening to her when meltdowns hit but still couldn’t really control herself at all. It was everything piling up from the noise of the harbour front to the sudden toots of boat horns to overlapping chatter and all sorts of smells and Penelope just went into overwhelm.

Florence and Daniel had their responses at the ready and were able to calm her down – Florence taking her sisters a bit of a ways off while Daniel sat with the sobbing girl on the boardwalk edge and held his hands over her ears until she relaxed. She still cried the whole walk home for dinner and was a sniffling mess in Daniel’s arms as they took the elevator upstairs. She was getting a little big to be carried but Daniel would carry her as long as she needed him to.

Three-year-old Lucy kept tapping at his leg and insisting, “My turn!”

But he would whisper a gentle, “Not now.” and focus back to his shaken daughter in his arms.

Clementine stared from Florence’s other side, holding her mother’s hand. She knew well about her sister’s diagnosis – well, the best an eight-and-a-half-year-old could – but she still felt slightly embarrassed every time she melted down in public places.

Dinner that night was leftover roasted chicken and Florence got right to work to reheat it when they got home. Clementine and Lucy busied themselves in the living room and Penelope still clung onto Daniel as he followed his wife into the kitchen.

“Let’s give her something she wants to eat tonight.” Daniel offered quietly.

“Was thinking so too.” Florence agreed. She shifted over so she could look at her daughter, “What do you want to eat tonight, sweet girl? Some nuggets? Pasta?”

Penelope sniffled and cuddled into Daniel’s shoulder, mumbling out a quiet, “Pasta.”

“Please, Mommy?” Daniel whispered into her hair as a little reminder.

“Please, Mama.” Penelope added sleepily.

Daniel kissed her head.

It didn’t take long for dinner to be made since it was just leftovers and then boiling some pasta in a pot and soon the family of five was sitting around the dinner table. Penelope’s tears were drying on her cheeks but she had a tiny hint of a smile on her face as she ate her pasta quietly. Everyone else – even young Lucy – had seasoned chicken on their plates. Clementine eyed her middle sister and then looked down at her own plate.

“Why does she get something fun?” she frowned.

“Just focus on your own dinner.” Florence answered gently.

Clementine didn’t even need an answer to know why her sister always seemed to get what she wanted and the near jealousy that was filling her stomach was apparent in her little glare. She leaned in a little to whisper in a tone filled with distaste, “It’s because you’re autistic.”

The sound of cutlery clattering onto the table and the chair scraping back against the floor startled the family as Daniel got up and grabbed Clementine by the arm before Penelope could even so much as look up from her plate. He pulled the eldest daughter to her feet, right out of her chair, and she gasped lightly.

“Room. Now.” he ordered and led her purposefully down the hallway.

Clementine’s eyes were wide in shock at her father’s sudden aggression – although he of course didn’t grab her enough to hurt her – and he pulled her down the hallway and into her bedroom. Daniel closed the door behind her and let go of her arm and Clementine took a few steps back in surprise and hesitation.

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest as he stared sternly at his eldest, “You don’t ever use that against your sister.”

Clementine nodded quickly.

“Just because she needs different things sometimes does not give you the right to be vicious towards her.”

Clementine nodded again.

“You are her big sister so you need to protect her, not belittle her. Do you understand me?”

Clementine nodded a third time.

“With your words, Clementine Ophelia.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Clementine hurried out, her voice wavering at the obvious seriousness of her father’s orders.

Daniel was rarely angry so she was extra frightened, staring up at him with nervous and shamed tears brimming in her eyes.

He wasn’t done, speaking strongly to her from a few short paces away, “You don’t need to understand what she goes through or what she needs and why but you don’t ever use that tone with her again. Yes, your sister is autistic, but she has done nothing to deserve to have that used against her.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Clementine sniffled, her vision blurring with tears as he scolded her.

“You treat her the same way you treat Lucy; with compassion. The three of you are very different people but that is not something to be ridiculed. Ever. For any reason.”

“Okay!” Clementine shouted, tears starting to drip down her cheeks as she let out a sob. “I’m sorry!”

“You’re going to sit on your bed for a ten minute timeout and when I come to get you again you will apologize to Penelope and continue eating your nice supper that your mother worked hard to make yesterday and I don’t want to hear one complaint.”

Clementine nodded through her tears and climbed up onto her bed, sitting cross-legged in the middle as she sobbed. Daniel sighed and stood at the end of her bed and curled a finger at her to get her to come here. She sniffled loudly as she crawled over to him and knelt in front of him, staining her cheeks in tears.

Daniel took her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead and whispering against the same spot, “I love you.”

He always tried to tell his daughters he loved them. Even when he was his most angry.

Clementine sobbed louder in shame.

“Hey,” Daniel called gently to get her eyes focused back on his, “I said I love you.”

“I-I love you.” Clementine hiccupped in reply.

With one more kiss, he left her there for her ten minute timeout, returning to a quiet dinner table in the meantime. Penelope had her cheek resting on her hand as she fed herself spoons of pasta tiredly and Lucy was picking up her little pieces of chicken with her fingers like it was the most interesting thing. Florence glanced up as Daniel approached and he apologized to her quietly as he sat back down and picked up his cutlery again and checked his watch to note the time.

“Everything okay?” Florence asked softly.

“Mhm.” Daniel fed himself a forkful of lukewarm supper before whispering to his wife, “I don’t want either of them…anyone for that matter…treating her differently. Using that shit against her for any reason.”

“Me neither.” Florence set her hand on his on the tabletop.

When the ten minutes was up and Daniel brought Clementine back to the table, the eldest took her seat again quietly, sniffling back her drying tears. She looked at her expectant father and he nodded her on towards her sister. She looked beside her to Penelope.

“Nelly?”

The younger sister looked up shyly behind bangs of frazzled brown hair and her own tear filled blue eyes.

Clementine shifted nervously in her chair, “I’m sorry I got upset.”

Penelope only gave her a half nod and looked back down to her plate. Clementine frowned and looked to her parents for help.

“Just let her eat, angel.” Daniel whispered gently. “She heard you…she’ll talk when she’s comfortable to.”

Clementine nodded and focused on her own dinner. From that day on – with sense nearly scared into her – Clementine declared herself Penelope’s own defence squad, especially while at school.

#unedited as HECK #anything but mine #daniel seavey #why dont we #daniel seavey fanfic

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Yuma Maniac [Prologue]

Monologue

ーー I could not get the concept of a livestock’s pride,

out of my head.

Since I became one of them, some time had passed.

Compared to the other kids my age, I had a large frame,

and my battle skills weren’t all too shabby either,

so whenever a fight broke out,

I more often than not found myself by Boss’ side.

That day, I ended up finding out

about Boss’ secret.

Opposite to the fear I experienced at that time,

afraid of getting kicked out of the group,

Boss actually began to pay even more attention to me.

No, it was something slightly different.

Unlike before, it seemed as if Boss,

was seeking support from me.

While chowing down on the food he acquired through his secret activities,

we would talk about the most trivial things.

It was such a simple thing,

yet I came to realize that only during those times,

a pressure seemed to be lifted off Boss’ heart.

That is when I first found out.

That even Boss had a hard time,

burdening everything by himself.

It is so obvious when you think about it.

No matter how reliant or amazing of a guy he may have been,

in the end, he was still a young boy.

Boss was not much older than me,

he was still just a child after all.

However, even when I thought of him that way,

my respect for him did not falter.

If anything, knowing he still lived strong despite that,

I admired him.

ー The scene starts with a flashback in the city

*THUD*

Gang member A: Ugah...!

Bear: Ahーahー ...Can you guys not even read a calendar? Ah? I thought we decided we’d settle the score in three days?

See? As you can tell, this message was delivered from you guys’ boss to ours. He was even kind enough to attach a knife with it.

So why are you two here to try and strike while I least expect it? (1) What’s the meaning behind that, huh? You wanted to meet me that badly?

Gang member B: ...Because we have a bone to pick with you! We wanted to at least get one good hit off on you before you all get wiped out!

*Swoosh*

Bear: Wiped out, you say!?

*THUD*

Gang member B: Uguh!

Bear: You really think our whole squad would get wiped out by you little punks? Just how highly do you think of yourself?

Gang member B: ...Heh, hahaha!

Bear: Disgusting. Whatcha laughing for?

Gang member B: Nobody expects it. And that’s exactly why we aimed for those three days.

Bear: Ah...?

Gang member A: Oi, don’t say any more! Let’s go!

Gang member B: Che, guess we’ve got no other choice...!

*Rustle*

Bear: ...Hold it!

ー The other gang members run away

Bear: ...What do they mean...?

*TIMESKIP*

Lucks: ーー The day has finally come.

Once the morning dawns, we’ll go settle the score with those guys. Anyone under the age of ten remains here. You’ll be in charge of protecting the hideout until we return.

Everyone coming with me is all ready to go, right?

Comrade A: Yeah!

Comrade B: More than ever, Boss! We’ve set everything up perfectly for today.

Lucks: Don’t overdo it. Lately the military has been patrolling the city as well. They’re not the kind of guys you want to get involved with.

Bear: ...

Lucks: Oi, Bear? Are you listening?

Bear: Eh? Ah, yeah. What?

Lucks: What’s wrong with you? You look so gloomy. With you looking like that, it’ll affect the spirit of our team!

Bear: My bad...Say, Boss. Shouldn’t we think this over one more time?

Lucks: You’re still saying that? Are you that worried about what they said?

They all talk big like that, no? It’s basically a greeting at this point.

Bear: That’s true but...I have a bad feeling about this. For some reason, I feel restless...

Lucks: Hehe...Bear, you might excel in terms of your built and physique, but you’re more of a coward than I thought.

Bear: Boss! I am seriouslyーー!

*Rustle*

Lucks: Don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen.

We’ve been in plenty of fights up till now, right? However, we always came out victorious.

And if we defeat those guys today, we will finally stand at the very top of this city.

In short, we’ll have conquered the very bottom layer of this country. Do you understand what that means? It’s the first step towards our ‘dream’.

We’re not out to kill each other or anything. Well, I’m sure some blood will be spilt regardless.

We might call each other the enemy, but we’re actually also comrades living in the same place. The real threat are the rich, not them.

Despite everything, I like the kids living here. They’re headstrong, genuine and strong.

Which is why I won’t let them fight ever again once I reach the top. I’ll start by changing my own surroundings like that.

Bear: ...

Lucks: Besides, I’m here for you guys. And so are you all for me. How could we possibly lose?

Bear: ...Yeah, you’re right.

( He’s right. I’m sure this is all just my imagination. ...But you know, Boss. )

( I still have a bad feeling about this. I know that there’s just no possible way we lose, but there’s this uneasy feeling in my chest... )

( ...Please let it just be my imagination. )

Monologue

...Back then,

if only I had stopped Boss even by force,

would he have...would everyone have,

possibly survived?

In those filthy quarters, wearing dirty clothes,

but eating the same food,

as we all became adults together...

...I wonder if Boss,

would have been able to fulfill his dreams...?

ー The scene shifts to another flashback in the city

Comrade A: ...What...on earth is that...?

Comrade B: A tank...!? From the army...!?

Bear: ( ...Those bastards! They really planned to set us up after allーー!! )

Military member: An armed gang has been spotted. We can assume they are a rebellious group as stated in the information we received. Commence suppression!

Lucks: ! You guys, ruーー...!!

*BANG BANG*

Monologue

ーー We were children.

Despite calling this a fight,

somewhere inside our hearts,

we believed it to be impossible to lose our lives in just a kids’ quarrel.

I’m sure that the thought of their comrades dying, their Boss dying,

or even themselves dying,

did not even cross their minds.

Before the overwhelming force in front of us,

we were utterly powerless.

Bear: ...

...Boss...Hey...Open your eyes...

Aren’t you the one who said...I’d have to watch you till the bitter end...?

But you never told me it would be like this...! ...Damnit...!

Military member: ーー A survivor has been spotted. Kill him.

*BANG*

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the kitchen

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah, Yuma-kun! Geez, you’re searching the fridge again...Dinner will be served soon, you know?

Yuma: I’m hungry right now. Actin’ all high and mighty tryin’ to lecture me, huh, Sow?

Besides, it’s ‘cause ya always take forever makin’ our meals.

Yui: ( I started on it as soon as I got back from school, so rushing me any more would be... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Ahーah... Today he’s going for a whole package of sausages... )

Yuma: ...

...Oi.

Yui: Yes?

Yuma: Who’s that dude from the other day?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: That NEET on the staircase.

Yui: Staircase...Aah, you mean Shuu-san? He’s the eldest son of the Sakamaki family. Sakamaki Shuu-san.

Yuma: ...Do ya think I’m dumb? (2) I obviously know that much!

Yui: T-Then why did you ask?

Yuma: This prey really doesn’t get a hint...Is yer head completely empty or somethin’, aahn!?

I’m askin’ what kinda dude the eldest son of those Sakamaki bastards is!

Yui: What kind...?

( He basically wants to know Shuu-san’s personality? Hm... )

A listless...person, I guess? To put it simply.

Yuma: Haah? That isn’t ‘simple’ at all.

Yui: But if I had to put it some other way...He always seems exhausted, for example...?

I’m pretty sure his only interests are music and sucking blood. Also napping.

Yuma: Haah...He’s an actual NEET. (3) Anyway, and that guy’s the eldest son? It pisses me off how those on top are always too lazy to do anythin’.

...No, I guess that’s exactly why he’s like that. He can get his ass on the throne just by sleepin’ after all. Whatever. What else?

Yui: There’s also...Don’t ask me about the details, but I heard he went through quite a lot in the past...

Yuma: ...The fuck? Did he almost get himself killed or somethin’?

Yui: Like I said, I’m not quite sure eithーー

*THUD*

Yui: Kyah...!

Yuma: You do know, don’t you? Ya had them wrapped ‘round yer lil’ finger with that body of yers, didn’t ya? Ah?

So don’t tell me ya don’t know their secrets.

Yui: I’ve told you before, I never...

*THUD*

Yui: ...!

Yuma: Oi...I don’t think you’re that stupid but, you’re not tryin’ to cover for those bastards, are ya?

Yui: Cover...?

Yuma: Aren’t ya hidin’ all and any information which could put them at a disadvantage from us? Aahn?

Okay...Listen up!

Right now, you are our livestock and my toy. In short, we are yer owners.

If ya dare betray us ーー I will kill ya. I’d mess ya up real good, we could actually feed ya to the pigs and cows once I’m done with ya. (4)

Yui: ...Uu...

Yuma: ...Heh. You’re just gonna stand there quietly, shiverin’ in fear again? Ya really are so borin’.

Just don’t betray us then? As long as ya can do that, I can look past minor slip-ups.

‘Course, I have a limit. If ya make too much of a fuss...

ー Yuma grabs hold of her

Yui: ...! What are you doing...!?

Yuma: I’ll teach ya while I’m at it. What kind of punishment would be waitin’ you, that is.

Well? I’m pretty sure yer body is already used to this, whether ya like it or not.

ー He bites her

Yui: ...!

Yuma: Nn...Phew...

Yui: ...Nn...!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Ah...! )

Yuma-kun...! The pot! The stove is still on...

Yuma: Aahn? Who cares ‘bout that crap? Just keep still!

Yui: No! If it boils for too long, the noodles will become overcooked and it won’t be good...

Yuma: ...Che, pasta out of all things? I can think of at least one person who will throw a tantrum if that happens.

Yui: If you understand, let me go...!

Yuma: Won’t do. If ya want me to stop that badly, then try and stop me yerself.

Yui: No way...!

( How should I do that when he’s holding onto me with his full strength...!? )

Nn...Nn...!

Yuma: Hehe...Do ya really think ya can slip free like that? You’re basically just shiverin’.

Don’t overestimate yerself too much, ‘kay?

‘Cause you’re the one who will end up regrettin’ it in the end...

Yui: ...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

Kou: ...What’s this...? I don’t want to eat this mushy mess!

Yui: I-I’m sorry, Kou-kun. I was going to boil a new batch, but we ran out of pasta...

( I got yelled at as to be expected... )

Kou: Then please give me a reward instead.

Let’s see...Fufu, I’ll forgive you if you let me suck your blood, okay? Say, what do you think?

Yui: W-What I think...?

*Thud*

Yuma: If ya continue spoutin’ that bullshit, you’ll be takin’ one hefty blow ‘gainst that face you’re so damn proud of!

Ruki: Yuma. We’re in the middle of our meal.

Azusa: Don’t worry, the pasta is safe...Hey, Yuma...You can hit me instead if you’d like?

Yuma: Ya stupid!?

Kou: Geez~ What are you getting so upset for? I was just messing around a little. Joking is what we idols do! (6)

Yuma: Do you see me laughin’!? As her caretaker, I’m obviously the one who has to blame her whenever she messes up! Don’t try and take my job!

Yui: ( Actually, it’s Yuma-kun’s fault the pasta overcooked in the first place... )

( Speaking of which, I wonder why Yuma-kun asked about Shuu-san earlier? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Yuma uses the word 寝込み or ‘nekomi’ which literally implies that they tried to attack him ‘in his sleep’. However, I think this is meant to be taken less literal in this case, but refers to the fact that they were expecting an attack in 3 days, so they could have been caught off guard.

(2) Literally he says ‘are you looking down on me/are you underestimating me?’ but ‘do you think I’m dumb’ sounded better in this context.

(3) A NEET stands for a person who isn’t in education or training, implying that they don’t work but aren’t currently in school either. They have a very bad reputation for being ‘lazy’, simply wasting their life away at home, sitting at the computer, watching TV, etc.

(4) Yuma says he would mess her up so badly, she could actually become ‘food for livestock’ by the end of it.

(5) In Japanese, the expression for overcooking noodles in Japanese is ‘麺が伸びる’ or ‘men ga nobiru’ which literally means ��the noodles will stretch’, referring to them being too plump/soft because they cooked for too long.

(6) Kou calls it an アイドルジョーク or ‘Idol joke’ which isn’t a term I’m actually familiar with. I do know that idols in Japan appear on TV quite often and a lot of those programs are geared towards comedy, so I assume having a decent sense of humor is a must if you want to be a Japanese idol. xD

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years ago

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Dying Words

Steve x reader x Bucky x Natasha\

Soulmates. The words that sent both fear and excitement up the spines of any who heard it. To have a soulmate was to acknowledge you had a weakness. Was to acknowledge you would have to lose them one day.

"Y/N! Natasha! Steve is trying to burn down the kitchen!" Bucky yelled as you and Natasha entered your shared floor.

"Don't listen to him! He's exaggerating!" Steve called out before a loud hiss and a curse came from the kitchen.

"Are we going to the hospital or not? I need to know if I have to leave my shoes on." Natasha said, pulling you into the kitchen.

"We don't have to go to the hospital." Steve scoffed. He was standing before a smoking stove and had Bucky looking over a burn on his arm.

"You have a blistering burn on your arm, you punk." Bucky sighed. "Baby doll where'd you put the first aid kit?"

"Cabinet over the fridge." You answered, moving to clean up the mess on the stove. "Christ Steve. What were you trying to make?"

"Pasta," Steve responded as Bucky began to rub numbing cream on his burn.

"It's all stuck to the bottom of the pot." You told him. "And burnt." You added, using a knife to try and cut the burnt pasta out of the pot.

"I liked that pot." Natasha sighed. "Steve, what have we said about you being in the kitchen unsupervised?"

"I've been practicing. Wanda said I've made progress." Steve whined as Bucky chuckled.

"Well, the kitchen's not on fire. So I suppose that's progress." Natasha said.

"I wanted to do something special for the three of you," Steve said as Bucky wrapped the still red, yet healing, burn. "We only have a couple more days together before we'll be apart for months. I wanted to do something special." He reiterated.

Steve was not wrong. The three of you had two more days together after tonight before you would be left alone for the next few months.

Steve, Natasha, and Bucky were all being sent out of the country. None of you were sure how long they would be gone but it would not be a quick mission.

"The thought is special, Stevie." You smiled at the blonde. "But in future, if you want to surprise us, order in."

"I'll keep that in mind." Steve smiled.

"Okay then. We have two days left together before we're forced to separate," Bucky begun, pulling you into his side. "I suggest none of us leave this floor until then."

"I could get behind that," Natasha smirked, snaking her arm around Steve's middle. "Two days with just the three of you. Don't have to see anyone else, don't have to get out of bed, don't have to wear clothes." She grinned, pressing a kiss to Steve's neck. "Just the four of us for two days long."

"That sounds really good." You said, leaning your head against Bucky's shoulder.

"That's three out of four. What do you say, Stevie?" Bucky asked the blonde.

"I'd say that sounds really good." Steve smiled at the three of you. "Two days. Just the four of us."

Day 1

"Why hello there." You grinned as two arms wrapped around your waist. "Did you sleep well?"

"It would have been much better if you were in bed with us." Natasha hummed.

"I was in bed with you." You denied.

"Yeah, but you didn't wake up with us," Natasha whined. "You got up at a normal time and you're showering as if you have somewhere to go."

"Maybe I just wanted you to join me in the shower." You smirked. "Did you ever think about that?"

"If that was your plan, you're an evil genius," Natasha stated. "God save us all if you try into a villain."

"Y/N can't be a villain," Bucky said, entering the large shower with Steve right behind him. "She's too sweet."

"Not as sweet as you, Buck." You said, squirting shampoo into your hand and massaging it into Natasha's scalp. "What's the go for today?"

"After the shower, I'll make us breakfast." Bucky started.

"Steve stay out of the kitchen." Natasha cut in as you carefully rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

"Then Steve wants to knock some of those movies off his list. After that, I thought you two could pick what we do." Bucky continued as if he had not been interrupted.

"Get ready to drunk bake with me," Natasha smirked. "I just got a box of vodka from Russia herself."

"Me and Steve can't get drunk," Bucky told the redhead. "Y/N doesn't drink to excess and at this point, even you can't get drunk on vodka."

"We can all still drink." Natasha shrugged. "It's much more fun to cook with vodka."

"The fire extinguisher's still good, right?' You asked Bucky, causing Steve to chuckle.

"Don't mock me while I have shampoo in my hands," Natasha said.

"I mean I love you and you're fantastic." You told her. Both boys laughed at your quick retraction as Natasha smirked in victory.

"That's what I thought you said."

"Steve you don't even like this movie! Why are we still watching this?" Bucky groaned.

"Because we already started it. And if we start something we have to finish it." Steve said.

"You can stop with the patriotic attitude. It's just a movie." You said, throwing a pillow at the Captain.

"That's it. I can't do this anymore. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you please stop the movie?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, Agent Romanoff." F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded.

"Natasha we were supposed to finish it," Steve complained.

"You don't care. You were on your phone twenty minutes ago." She waved him off.

"Okay we have watched three movies on your list and you hated the last two." You clapped your hands as you stood. "I say you remove any more movies Tony suggested from your list after that."

"I agree with Y/N," Bucky said as Natasha also rose.

"Next on the list vodka." Natasha proclaimed, moving into the kitchen.

"I thought it was baking?" Steve asked as you all followed her into the kitchen.

"Same difference." Natasha shrugged, opening the new crate of her favorite drink.

Natasha quickly poured four glasses as Bucky grabbed a selection of cake boxes from the cupboard.

"Which are we in the mood for today?" He asked.

"Whatever's highest in sugar." You told him as Natasha handed you your glass.

"Triple chocolate cake it is." Bucky nodded.

Twenty minutes after Bucky had chosen the box mix Natasha let out a sigh and pointed a spoon at you and Steve.

"When we said cooking, I thought we'd all make it. Not have you two just laze on your asses." She said.

"I am doing work. I'm making sure Steve doesn't step foot in the kitchen." You smiled.

"And I'm drinking just like you asked," Steve told her.

"We're dating a couple of smart asses," Natasha said to Bucky who nodded in agreement.

"You know what Steve? We are being terrible partners." You said, standing and moving towards your partners. "Let me help you with this darling." You took the spoon from Natasha's hand and flung a glob of the sweet chocolate at her face.

Bucky laughed at Natasha's face of surprise and you turned to him.

"You got something on your nose, hon." You told Buck, flinging another large chunk at him.

"Now you're in for it," Bucky said, reaching for you.

"Steve help me!" You called for the man as you dodged Bucky but ran into Natasha.

"No can do, Y/N, not allowed in the kitchen. Remember?" Steve smirked.

"Oh no, kotenok." Natasha mock cooed, passing you to Bucky who held you close. "It looks like you got a little something on you too." She said, holding the bowl in both hands.

"Nat don't you dare." You warned, wiggling in Bucky's hold.

"Sorry can't hear you," Natasha smirked, pouring the batter over your head.

"Nat no!" You squealed. "Now I have to go for another shower." You groaned, wiping the batter out of your eyes once Bucky let you go.

"Fortunately for you, I can help you here," Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.

"Thanks, Steve." You rolled your eyes.

"Unlike you two with the cake mix, we can be helpful too," Bucky said, moving to follow the two of you.

"Oh no. I think the two of you have a mess to clean up." Steve told the brunette.

"Maybe if you're quick enough you can join us in the shower." You said, pressing a kiss to Bucky's cheek before pulling Steve with you.

"That was fast," Steve commented once Natasha and Bucky entered the shower. "Are you sure you cleaned up the mess?"

"For the most part." Natasha shrugged, pulling you close. "You still smell so sweet, kotenok." She hummed.

"I can think of one thing we were supposed to add to today's schedule," Bucky smirked.

"Well we better hop to it then, shouldn't we?" Steve agreed with him.

Day 2

"I ordered the pizza, so I dib not getting it," Natasha said, curling into Bucky's side.

"And I'm just too warm right now to move." You said, pushing your back into Steve's chest. "So it's gotta be one of you boys."

"Well with reasons like that I can see why it has to be us." Bucky snarked. "Sorry, Stevie, but when the time comes it'll have to be you."

"Jerk," Steve mumbled into your hair. "Fine, I'll get the pizza when it comes."

"Thank you, Stevie." You smiled, leaning up to kiss the man.

"You're going to need to put pants on," Bucky told him.

"I'm going to need to find pants." Steve corrected him, lifting his head to scope out the bedroom floor.

"And a shirt," Natasha interjected. "We love this, but it's for us, not the delivery guy."

"Seconded." You agreed with the woman.

"I don't even know where my clothes are." Steve sighed, unwinding his arms so he could search for them.

"It's cold without you, Steve." You grumbled, rolling into Bucky's side.

"What are you going to do without us here?" Bucky teased, wrapping his arm around you.

"Freeze and get my own pizza." You quipped, pressing your face into his chest.

"Oh, poor baby," Natasha said, reaching over to hold your hand. "We're making you get your own pizza? We're monsters."

"You're not monsters. Fury's the monster for sending you on the mission." You told her, causing Bucky to chuckle.

"I'm going to tell him you said that," Bucky smirked.

"Don't you dare." You gasped, rolling on top of him. "Man'll kill me."

"Bucky's not cruel enough to do that," Steve assured you. "He wants to come back to you, not have you killed by Fury."

"You better all come back to me." You said, moving off Bucky and sitting up in bed. "I'll kill you otherwise."

"Terrifying from the woman who was covered in chocolate cake yesterday." Natasha teased you.

"That wasn't my fault." You whined.

"We promise to come back to you," Steve swore, sitting on the edge of the bed having found his pants.

"Can't have anyone else take our jobs of pizza collector and personal heaters, now, can we?" Bucky added with a smirk.

"Oh shut it." You laughed, hitting the brunette in the chest. "But seriously, you have to come back to me."

"We always do, kotenok," Natasha said. "Always." She repeated, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

"Your delivery has arrived." F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, ruining the tender moment.

"Shirt, Steve," Natasha reminded as Steve stood.

"Yes, dear," Steve said, grabbing Buckys from the ground. "I'll be back with sustenance. Stay in bed."

"Wasn't planning on moving." Bucky murmured, pulling you and Natasha close.

"Hurry back, Steve." You called, relaxing into Bucky's hold.

Three months did not pass quickly, they seemed to crawl by like that of a snail.

No-one was allowed any contact with your partners or the team they went with.

You had no idea how close they were to being done, no idea if anyone was injured if they were captured and no idea as to if anyone were alive.

It was a Tuesday when you got a phone call. You had been in the kitchen reheating last night's leftovers as the phone rung shrilly with an unknown number.

"Hello, Y/N L/N speaking." You said, stepping away from the noise in the kitchen.

"Hey, baby doll." A gasp escaped your lips. Not at the sound of Bucky's strained voice but at the burning sensation in your thigh. Those three words were your soul mate words. And they were now burned into your skin upon your hearing of them. "Given the fact you're crying, I'd wager you got those words burnt into your skin?"

"Bucky please don't. Please don't tell me this is happening." You whispered, sinking to the ground.

"I'm sorry, baby doll, but we're dying." He told you somberly. "We don't have a lot of time but we just want you to know we love you.

"This can't be happening. Please don't do this."

"Can you please just say the words for me, baby doll?" Bucky begged you.

"I love you. God, I love you so much." You sobbed. "I love you so much it hurts, this can't be happening."

"I'm sorry kotenok but it is," Natasha said suddenly. Your sobs increased at the sound of her voice and the continued burning of your body.

"Nat, please, I can't lose you all. Please, I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," Natasha choked. "But unfortunately this is what's happening and we can't do anything about it. We need to keep going after we're gone. The house we bought is finished, so if you need to go anywhere go there. Clint and Tony promised to look after you and check up on you if anything happened to us."

"I don't want them. I want the three of you." You shook your head. "I love you."

"I'm sorry we can't give you that," Natasha said, sadly.

"You promised me you'd all come back." You said. "You promised you'd come home."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but we can't come home," Steve said, causing another round of sobs from you.

"You have to come home, Steve. You have to and not just for me." You sobbed. "I'm pregnant, I'm going to have our child."

"Oh, God." Steve cried. You could hear relaying the news to your other partners as you continued to cry. "How far along are you?"

"Three months." You sniffed. "It's a little girl. Steve, please come home. Can you please all just come home?"

"I wish we could, Y/N. I wish we could. I love you, sweetheart. We all love you and we love our daughter. Tell that. Tell her that for us."

"I will." You nodded instantly. "I'll tell her every day."

"I'm sorry, we can't be there for her. Or for you." Steve apologized. "We have to go now, sweetheart."

"No please, just a little longer please." You begged him.

"We're out of time, Y/N." He told you.

"I can't do this without you." You sobbed. Your entire body was shaking as you became overcome with grief.

"Yes, you can," Steve said, sadly. "And we'll be with you in spirit. This is goodbye Y/N. We love you." He added. Without waiting for you to repeat the sentiment, he ended the call.

You sat there on the kitchen floor for several more minutes. You heard the microwave beeping and you could hear F.R.I.D.A.Y. but those noises were muffled compared to the ringing in your ears.

And suddenly you were screaming. Your hand placed firmly on your barely there bump. The last remainder of your partners. The last remainder of Natasha, Steve and Bucky.

You had to go on for her. Even if you were alone. You had to go on for her.

Soulmates. The words that sent both fear and excitement up the spines of any who heard it. The dying words of your soulmate, or in your case soulmates, were burned onto a persons skin. Some thought it a blessing, never truly knowing who your soulmate was until you heard those dying words.

Others thought it a curse, to be stuck with their final words branded on your body. To have to go the rest of your life with their final sentiment on your form, you could see where they were coming from.

You weren’t sure which side you fell on. Whether this was a curse or a blessing. The only thing you truly knew was that you a daughter on the way and all three of your soulmates had died without ever meeting her.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Meet the Hughes’

Ok, this was requested over two weeks ago and I have another request that is the same premies with a different boy so it might take me a while to do this.

But hey, as y’all probably know, I’m on track to be a high school chem teacher and even though Pride Month just ended it would be really cool for you to look into charties like GLSEN, which addresses issues surrounding LGBTQ+ students in the K-12 education system.

I hope you like this! Here is the original request! ________________________

“Ok, but what if they don’t like me?” you say, running around the apartment looking for your bag. You know you put it somewhere in the living room so that you could grab it and just leave when Quinn came to pick you up.

“They like Jack and you’re better than him.” He leans back further into the couch cushions, figuring the two of you would be here for a while. He had to admit, watching you run around in that dress of yours was not something he was about to complain about.

“But they have to like him, that’s your brother.” You start to bend down to see if one of your roommates slipped it under the coffee table; they had a habit of taking anything in the room and shoving it down there with the rest of the candles, miscellaneous remotes that you had no idea how to use but wouldn’t get rid of, and other random shit.

“Babe, relax.”

You shoot up and look at him. “Has there ever been a woman in your life who has responded well when you told them to ‘relax?’ And can you please get up and help me find my bag, I don’t want to be late! That’s an awful first impression!”

He gets up, pulling you off the floor and grabbing you into a hug. Out of stubbornness and sheer anxiety you leave your arms by your side. “Point taken.” He pushes his upper body away from you so he can see the pout you have on your face. “But, trust me. I wouldn’t even think of letting you meet them if I didn’t think they would love you more than they love any of the three of us.” You finally pull him back in for a hug. You’ve never been in a serious enough relationship where you had introduced him to your parents or he had introduced you to his. Knowing that they could literally tell him they don’t like you was stressing you out more than anything.

“I just want them to like me.”

“They will love you. But I think you put your bag in the kitchen.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that!” you screech, pulling away from him to go find it.

“Because you look so damn good that I just wanted an excuse to look at you.”

You look up at him, debating if you should be mad or flattered. “You’re lucky I like you or I would have to kill you,” you deadpan, knowing he would burst out laughing like he does. He lets you go to find that your bag was sitting on the kitchen table, not where you remember leaving it, but who cares as long as you found it? “Ok, should we go?” you ask, taking his hand as he leads you out the door.

The entire ride to the restaurant where you were meeting Quinn’s family, he did everything he could to try to calm you down. First, he put on your favorite radio station. When that didn’t work, he let you take control of the aux, which he almost never lets you do because he doesn’t like the nostalgic 2010s teenage girl pop that occupies your playlist. When that didn’t work, he had you find a song you both love, Dream On by Aerosmith, for you to blast and sing poorly and loud until you get to the restaurant. You couldn’t help but laugh as Quinn tried and failed to hit Steven Tyler’s high notes at the end of the song, the veins in his neck popping out as he tried to hit the note but ended up sounding like a screeching cat.

“Feeling better?” he asks, smiling as he pulls into the first parking spot he can find.

“Still nervous, but at least I’m not jittery.”

“I promise, you’ll be fine. Just be yourself,” he reassures you, taking your hand and leading you in. His parents and youngest brother were already at their table, all in town to see Quinn play, Jack playing and traveling throughout the weekend unable to make it. “Hi,” he says, kissing his mom on the cheek, hugging his dad and Luke, “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You smile as his parents get up to greet you, “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” you say, trying not to let the nervousness get the best of you as his mom wraps you into a hug. You weren’t ready for it, but it was weirdly calming for you as she gushed about how happy she was that she could finally meet you while his dad stood behind her to just shake your hand.

Everyone sits down, you, Quinn, and Luke on one side with Jim, and Ellen facing you. Your leg starts shaking out of nervousness, Quinn’s hand finding your thigh under the table to try to get it to stop. His parents start talking to Quinn about his season so far, all the nerves melting away as his hand stays where it is. They finally turn the conversation to you as the food arrives, asking you about what you do, your family, all the basic stuff you would ask someone to get to know them.

“Do you have any siblings?” his father asks you between bites of food.

“I have an older brother, but I also grew up surrounded by a lot of cousins on my dad’s side.”

“Sometimes I wish I had a girl,” Ellen says, her eyes fixed on her pasta.

“Wow, thanks, mom,” Luke says, you and Quinn bursting out laughing.

“What she really means is that she wishes you were a girl. You were her last chance,” Quinn says, playfully shoving his brother in the arm.

“You’re only saying that because you’re such a mama’s boy.”

“I’d rather be a mama’s boy than have her wish I was a girl.”

“What’s wrong with being a girl?” you ask. Quinn turns back to you, looking between you and his mom. His eyes are wide open, his face turning bright red. He keeps opening and closing his mouth like a fish trying to figure out what to say while his dad and brother can’t stop laughing at the hole he just dug himself into.

“Go ahead, Q. I wanna hear this too,” Ellen eggs him on.

“Uh, well. I believe there are pros and cons to, uh, either gender,” Quinn stammers. He keeps babbling for a few minutes, trying to find a good enough reason for you not to be mad at him.

“I would just stop while you’re behind. It doesn’t look like you’re going to get ahead,” you say, patting his leg.

His dad can’t stop laughing, “She’s a good one, Quinn.” Quinn looks at you and smiles, taking your hand on the table and kissing you on the cheek as his mother gushes over the two of you, causing both of you to blush.

“Please tell me you have some sort of embarrassing story about him,” Luke begs, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I don’t think he could be any more embarrassed than Jack posting the picture from Easter where Quinn is wearing his Crocs,” his dad says.

“Oh, my god. Those Crocs. When he invites me over I won’t go into his place unless those Crocs are away. I have such bad memories with crocs that I can’t stand them now. But -”

“Wait what happened to you?” Luke interrupts you.

“No, we’re embarrassing Quinn right now, not me.”

Luke’s eyes go wide, his mouth open, “Do you know the story?” he asks Quinn.

“No, this is supposed to embarrass Quinn, not me,” you say again, holding back laughing.

“Dad, how much trouble would I be in if I told this story?” Quinn asks.

“If you lived together, you would be sleeping on the couch tonight,” he shrugs.

“Then this is the only time I’ll be saying that I’m happy we don’t live together,” Quinn says, turning towards his brother, “When she was little, she was running through a parking lot one night and tripped and tore her knee open.”

“Ok no, it’s worse than that. I was with my mom for some meeting she had to go to, and I tripped over a curb that was painted black and unlit. I had to have surgery for my knee!”

“Yes, but. You tripped because you were wearing Crocs.”

“Which is why I hate them. If I had on a better shoe, that never would have happened. But,” you say, Quinn knowing exactly where you’re going, “I still get to embarrass you.”

“Please, no,” he begs, his hand back on your thigh.

“The pasta incident?”

“I already know that I raised you better than whatever it is she’s about to say,” Ellen says, her eyes closed as she shakes her head in premature disappointment.

“So he was over my place for dinner one night when he didn’t have a game. My roommates and I had some friends over so we were all making some food, I was making a pasta dish. I’m in my room, finishing getting ready and I asked him if he could start the water boiling so the food would be ready when everyone got there.

“I’m just finishing up getting dressed and I hear him calling my name, so I go and check on him right?” you tell them, Quinns face getting red with embarrassment, “He goes, ‘should I smell gas when I turn the stove on?’ And I just look at him and I go, ‘It’s a gas stove. If you smell a little gas when you turn it on, that’s fine.’” Luke has already lost it, Quinn still has his hand on your thigh, knowing that he had this coming, while his parents just look at him and try not to laugh.

“But, it gets better. I tell him once the water starts to boil to put the Angel Hair pasta into the pot and then cover it and I can take care of the rest. I finish getting ready and I’m assuming that if he hasn’t called me then that means that everything is going fine, which I should not have. I finally get back into the kitchen and he’s standing there with a try piece of pasta that is on fire,” you finish as his parents finally give in and start laughing. Even though he hates that story, he can’t help but smile at you, you reciprocating. “And what did you say to me when I asked why you did that?”

“I wanted to see if it would catch on fire,” he admits in a small voice, his family erupting in laughter.

“It was something thin and frail in an open flame, babe. What else did you think would happen?” you say, placing your hand on top of his. He leans over and kisses your cheek again. He already knows his parents love you. Anyone who can make them laugh is someone they love, even if it does involve embarrassing their son.

You look at Quinn’s parents who are beaming at the two of you. “She’s probably the only girlfriend of yours that I’ve liked, Q,” Luke says into his food, his parents nodding along in agreement.

“I’ve liked the other ones, but I like her the best,” Quinn says, taking your hand in his and kissing it . You can’t help but blush as all the worry that you had about meeting his family has melted away.

The rest of the dinner went great. It felt like they liked you; any time you tried to make them laugh, they did, they didn’t seem to mind Quinn showing affection towards you, they shared stories about Quinn and Luke growing up that you loved. You just hope they actually liked you. What if they were faking everything? Judging by what you know about Quinn, you didn’t think they actually would, but there’s also a chance they’re really good actors.

At the end of the dinner, you’re back to being a little nervous, but at least you had fun, right? Once you’re in the car, Quinn starts gushing, “Oh, my god, they loved you!”

“You sound a little shocked considering you’re the one you who was saying they would from the start.”

“Well, yeah, but I think they like you more than they like me?” he says as his phone starts buzzing with a text from Luke, “Wanna read that for me?”

‘She’s great, Q. We all love her.’ You can’t help but blush as you read it out loud to him, the smile on his face as big as it can be.

“I told you! They love you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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dawniebb · 4 years ago

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The Ones Left

So...as you might know, @healing-winston-pratt and I have this canon divergence where Winston and Callum live, but Genissa doesn’t (because we hate her), and Nova then starts living with Leroy and Winston in a house. A couple of days ago, I wrote a thing about it. It takes place after Leroy is released from prison and...yeah, there’s nothing more to it, my brain was just like “Bro, don’t you sometimes feel like...Leroy has f e e l i n g s?”

Idk if anyone’s going to read this lmao, but if somebody does: Hi! <3 I hope you like it <3 <3 <3

“Could you… take your shoes off? I just… mopped around here because the floor was so dirty. Of course, if you don’t want to there’s no need to… I kind of… made the place a little cozier for you to be comfortable so… “

This wasn’t his Winston, although Leroy had no idea why he thought he would be.

Winston hadn’t been his Winston even before all of this happened. When he saw him at the arena, he was already a different person.

He was… normal.

Healthy.

Sane.

He hadn’t mentioned a thing about it on their way home, but he didn’t have his makeup anymore. Again. Which meant the small dose of Agent N had worked.

Thank the odds.

“Leroy? “

His voice brought him back to reality, and Leroy shook his head, taking his shoes off and paying little attention to Winston’s little “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, like I said”.

But, despite his body language shoving the opposite, he did want to.

It seemed important.

Nova and Winston weren’t the cleanest people Leroy had met, but the place was neat. They had made it neat, because they knew Leroy would be released from prison today.

“Nova is… covering her shift. They called in for a last minute, emergency meeting and she got really mad but… she’ll try to be here earlier. It’s not like Adrian will stop her, you know? “

He knew. He just didn’t feel like speaking.

For being a house provided by the government, it was very nice.

Some questionable wallpapers here and there, but it was extremely nice, and big enough for all of them to live there.

Putting his hands on his pockets, Leroy started walking, barely getting close to the stairs, while Winston walked behind him, and just…staring.

“Uhm…The bedrooms are upstairs, and we already got yours sorted out, but you can change anything you don’t like… Also I have one shelf that I don’t use in mine, so you can have it if you like. I mean, I know you always have your… experiments around so… yeah. You may have it. If you want to.”

At this point, Leroy was already in the kitchen, where there was a pot with boiling water; there was also a salad, halfway finished, by the space next to the stove.

Winston, who seemed strangely nervous, took the pot out of the stove and then turned it off.

“This was Nova’s.” he cleared his throat. “It’s not Pasta Friday, but it’s… I guess… Leroy Wednesday, I don’t know. “

“Pasta Friday.”

“You see, we’re both busy sometimes. So we usually don’t cook… I mean, we do cook but sometimes it’s easier to just order pizza. So we decided to always cook on Fridays. She makes the pasta and I’m in charge of the dessert, which is usually mug brownies or cookies but anyway…”

Leroy felt something, but he wasn’t able to put his finger on what that something was.

He had never been apart from Nova for so long, if we didn’t count that time when Tala and David left the cathedral.

After that, somehow, she had always been there, and although she did have a close relationship with Winston for some time, she never acknowledged they were that close, and neither did him (But, back then, nobody ever knew what Winston was really thinking about anyway. Not even himself).

Nova had always been pretty secretive and quiet, mostly because they had raised her that way. Yet, it was usually clear which wagons she enjoyed the most.

Needless to say, she spent a lot of time in Leroy’s. She used to spend a lot of time in Winston’s too, when she was little.

But right now, they had been living together, just the two of them, for a year, while Leroy was in prison and, for what he could see, they had taken on their relationship where they had left it that many years ago, and that seemed to be working well for them, with their Pasta Friday… thing and their bad habit to spend too much money on pizza. Though, Leroy supposed, he wasn’t in the position to judge that. At least, not yet.

“Like I said, the bedrooms are upstairs and we have a bathroom at the back of this floor. The upper one, however, it’s smaller but it’s only Nova’s.”

“Nova has a bathroom.”

“She does.” For some reason, Winston seemed pretty excited about that, as he took out a dish casserole from the fridge and started putting it on the stove. “It was a sort of pantry, I guess… or just a random extra room, so I suggested we should turn it into a bathroom for her. She’s never have privacy in her life, you know? I figured she has the right to.”

Once again, he was right.

Back in the tunnels, everyone tried to respect each other’s space, but that didn’t mean they had some sort of privacy. The reason why that seemed to bug Winston so much had always been a mystery to Leroy, but now a lot of things made sense.

Not that he were willing to talk about it yet. It still felt like crossing a line. Maybe Winston and him were not that close.

Maybe he was just pretending to like him because Nova liked him. And maybe Nova was pretending to like him just because he had tried his best to be like the father who had been torn from her.

But sometimes one’s trying was not enough, and Nova didn’t owe him anything at all. Not that Leroy considered.

Even if she did, he wouldn’t have wanted her to pay him back anyway.

Having such a nosey lab partner, who wanted to know everything about anything had been fun.

Before her, nobody ever wanted to know.

Well…

Except Honey, when she was still in her 20s, which reminded him of something.

“Where’s…?”

And, fortunately, Leroy managed to stop himself in the middle of his sentence, coming to the realization.

Winston didn’t get the message immediately, which Leroy understood, because they were talking about the house. A question starting with “Where’s” could’ve basically meant anything.

“Where’s what, Leroy?”

Where’s what.

What.

Leroy remembered how those people would address her.

She was a Godforsaken woman after all, whose family didn’t want to have anything to do with her. And, back then, Nova was a minor.

A very angry and brokenhearted minor.

After 30 years of coming home to a place she was in, Leroy felt it was the right thing to do. Even as Hugh Everhart drove him there, Leroy still felt he was doing the right thing, like… the whatever thing he was. Like a friend. Like that…wide, yet dull everything that was left in the end.

She had laid in that morgue for a couple of days, and those men…even the women, called her Jane Doe, despite knowing who she was, and addressed her as an It, because she was a monster and monsters were not people; monsters were things.

Leroy remembered how those people would look at her, so full of resentment and, at the same time, mockery.

He remembered how carelessly they had handled the blanket covering her body, because she didn’t matter.

And he remembered Hugh Everhart asking them to show some respect, as he covered her again and apologized to him.

He remembered how those people stared at him, processing there was someone here, reclaiming this loveless woman, who had a heartbeat for many years, even after she became heartless.

Leroy remembered how they would treat her, as if she were the coldest and most hideous being to have ever existed; as if she were even more ruthless than Ace Anarchy himself, and he remembered saying:

“Yes, that’s her.”

And he remembered Hugh Everhart taking over the issue with his own hands, saying, in a voice that didn’t sound like his’:

“We know, mister Flinn. But we still need you to sign.”

And he remembered signing.

What he didn’t remember, however, was forgetting all of that.

“Nothing… just…”

Winston had small hands, but when he patted his shoulder, it felt like he was being patted by Captain Chromium.

He had understood, and it was embarrassing.

“If you’re not hungry… I can take you to your room so you can get some rest… And… when you’re ready to talk about it, we’ll try to be ready too. Okay dokay? Just so you know… we understand it’s tough and that… adapting to this will be tough. But take all the time you need.”

Take all the time you need was such a hopeless phrase that Leroy couldn’t find the words to describe how much he despised it, but hearing it was better than listening to his brain.

Then, sleeping was better than any of those things, because Leroy didn’t even like the room.

Something was leaking, and his pillow was getting wet.

He wished somebody could fix that.

-.-

There was barely any sun left when the shadow Leroy recognized as Nova came into the room; with a groan, she laid on her stomach, next to him.

Her Renegade uniform looked the tiniest bit loose on her, but she didn’t smell like humidity anymore.

She smelled like this house, and even as Leroy stared at her through the nightstand light, he was able to almost see her blue eyes, despite them being closed.

He just saw her there, with her eyes closed but not asleep, tired as she looked.

One year.

Yet, all Leroy managed to do was stroke her hair awkwardly, which caught her attention, but didn’t make her pull away.

Her eyes had a spark in them. One that was foreign to Leroy.

After all this time, she was finally safe. And she knew it.

And she was so used to it, that she just rubbed her eyes, before closing them again.

“You’re not going anywhere this time, are you?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

Leroy wondered why would he leave.

“I’m staying right here.”

“Good.”

Then, she fell asleep for many, many hours.

And at least she didn’t go anywhere. Neither did him.

Nobody in that house went anywhere.

#renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #leroy flinn #cyanide #winston pratt #nova artino #nightmare #insomnia #honey harper #queen bee #seeing winston happy always makes me happy too

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angelbabyszn · 5 years ago

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Do you do request and if you do can you do a spooky x reader where reader where red lipstick and when she has to a girls day with whoever it is, and she leaves kisses all over him and the santos and gang all tease him ... sorry if it’s long 😶😐

Make Up (Oscar X Reader)

Requsted!

OMB Masterlist

B/F/N: Best Friend

You woke up on a Saturday morning with the sunlight hitting your face. You flutter your eyes repeatedly until your eyes get used to the sunlight.

You were trying to get out of bed to check your phone that was next to you on the bedroom table but something was stopping you from moving.

You turned back to see Oscar was laying beside you as he slept with his arms around you. You forgot you slept over at his house.

"Oscar?" you whispered but Oscar continued to sleep. You said his name again and he didn't move.

You turned your head back and tried to move out of Oscar's arms again but he wouldn't budge. Whatever you tried to move, Oscar's holds you closer to his body.

"Oscar, let me go. I have my girls day today." you said as you tried to wiggle out of his arms.

"Y/N, stop before you start something." said Oscar in a deep hunky voice as he slept, making a warm feeling go through your body.

"I'm not trying to start something. Now, let me go." you said as you wiggle again and Oscar pulled you even closer than ever with his arms.

"Babe, second warning. You're definitely starting something and I'm willing to start now." whispered Oscar in your left ear and your eyes widened.

"No!" you said and quickly moved his arms, grabbed your phone, clothes to wear today, and your towel to run out of the bedroom.

"Y/N!" shouted Oscar and you poke your head back in the bedroom to see him upset.

"Oh, you're awake now. Good, I'm going to have my girls day with B/F/N so you'll be fine without me for a few hours right? Good, bye!" you said quickly and went to the bathroom.

"Y/N!" shouted Oscar and you poke your head into the bedroom again to see him with a pout face.

"Oh, you'll live." you said and left the bedroom to start getting ready in the bathroom.

Two hours later, you and your best friend, B/F/N, were at the mall eating lunch at the food court after you two shopped for new clothes.

"So...how's it like dating a Santo?" asked B/F/N with a grin, leaning in waiting for your answer.

"Should I be asking you that too? You're dating Sad Eyes." you said as you took a bite out of your food.

"I know but I already go for guys like that. You, on the other hand, are different because you're dating a gang leader. A leader of a f*cking gang." said B/F/N and took a sip of her soda.

"I know. I still don't understand how I got him as my boyfriend." you said and took a sip of your soda until your phone moved a bit on the table and lit up. You looked over to see Oscar texted you.

"Is that Spooky now?" asked B/F/N as you picked up the phone and entered your password to enter your phone to see the message.

spooky 👑❤️: i miss you.

"He's obsessed with you. He has been blowing up your phone every hour ever since we were hanging out...today." said B/F/N as she grins.

"I know but that's one of the reasons I like him so much." you said as you text him back and sent your message back to him

You: I miss you too ❤️❤️❤️

spooky👑❤️: can't wait for you to get home 😍

"Well, did he pass the boyfriend test?" asked B/F/N and you looked up from your phone and looked at her like crazy

"What now?" you asked with a puzzled face.

"The boyfriend test. Yes, it's a real thing if you're asking." said B/F/N and you rolled your eyes. Another message from Oscar pops up on your phone.

spooky👑❤️: what time you're coming home? i'm going crazy over here without you in my arms.

"Don't you roll your eyes! I'm serious! The boyfriend test determines if he's actually a good boyfriend to you!" said B/F/N with wide eyes while leaning in to you as you sent a message back to him.

You: be back in a few hours okay? don't miss me too much❤️

"I can already determine that. He's already a good boyfriend. He's actually really sweet on the inside and texts me back quick. What's more to ask? He's doing better than 98% guys today." you said and took another bite of your food.

"Yeah, that's good and all but how is he when both of you are in public or you did something you weren't supposed to do and how does he react?" asked B/F/N and you sat back on your chair thinking.

You just realized you never really go out with Oscar in public. People know that you are dating him but not convinced enough.

"You're kinda right. Maybe I should test him." you said as you put your phone back on the table.

"Yes, finally. You're actually listening to me!" said B/F/N excitedly and you rolled your eyes.

"I have the perfect idea. Let's go." said B/F/N as she started to get her wallet out of her purse and a moment later, you do the same.

You and B/F/N split the bill, put the money on the table, cleaned up, and walked away from the food court. Both of you leave the mall with your bags of new clothes and belongings.

"Tell me why you have your makeup out?" you asked in the passengers seat in B/F/N's car.

"Getting you prepared for your Santo's boyfriend test." said B/F/N sitting in the driver's seat and she moved your hair away from your left side of your neck and started putting makeup right there.

"PLEASE don't tell me you're making a fake hickey on my neck." you said with a whiny voice. B/F/N hit your left hand making you shocked and you held it with your right.

"Hey!"

"I am for your information. This is one of the ways to see if Spooky is loyal to you." said B/F/N as she put more makeup on to make it more realistic.

"He ain't going to believe this. He's gonna laugh at me once he found out this was fake." you said and B/F/N rolled their eyes and sat back normally in the driver's seat.

"There. Check it in the mirror." said B/F/N as she shut her makeup bag and put it behind her in the back.

You pull down the mirror in front of you on top of the car and gasp as you turn your head to the side to see B/F/N's work.

"Wow, this surprisingly looks real." you said as you looked at the details of the makeup on your neck. You were about to touch it until B/F/N slaps your left hand again and then you quickly put your left hand down.

"B/F/N!"

"Don't ruin my work! That's for your Santo. Put your hair back in place so he won't see it. I'm taking you to him." said B/F/N and she starts to drive.

You entered Oscar's house kinda nervous but kinda hopeful that it would work because the hickey looks so realistic.

"Baby?" shouted Oscar from another room in the house.

"I'm here." you said and a moment later, Oscar came rushing into the living room to see you smiling with your bags of new clothes.

Oscar quickly went up to you, put your bags on the coffee table in the living room, and kissed you passionately.

You quickly kissed him back the same way. You love when he kisses you like that.

"Hi baby." Oscar said softly as he held you close and his arms wrapped around your waist with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hi." you said softly and you and Oscar kissed again. After the kiss, Oscar walked into the kitchen with you following him to see dinner already being cooked.

"Baby, you're cooking? You didn't have to." you said as you put your right hand over your heart melting. It was so sweet to you that he's cooking for you.

"Why not my reina? I want you to feel special." said Oscar as he stir pasta in a pot. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"You already make me feel special." you said softly and Oscar turned off the heat, put a top on the pot and kissed you again.

You kissed him back and continued to kiss passionately. He quickly picks you up and puts you on the counter.

Oscar starts to move down from your lips to your sweet spot on your neck immediately. You start to tense up a bit because that's where the fake hickey was.

He kept kissing you on your neck until he saw the fake hickey making him stop. Oscar slowly moved back in front of you and moved your hair to expose.

"Y/N, what's that?" asked Oscar with a puzzled face.

"What's what?" you asked acting innocent and he exposed the fake hickey more by moving your shirt down a bit to your shoulder.

"That's nothing. Just a bruise."

Oscar crossed his arms against his chest and looked at you with a furious face.

"It wasn't there this morning. Where did it come from?" asked Oscar seriously, making you scared inside.

"It was always there. You just never notice it." you said and you looked down. Oscar lifted your head towards him.

"Y/N, you're lying." said Oscar as he looked deep into your soul.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You always looked down and touched your hair by the ends down repeatedly when you lied." said Oscar.

You noticed that you were still touching your hair by the ends down repeatedly and fast so you quickly stopped.

"Y/N, did somebody hurt you?" asked Oscar.

"No."

"Did somebody else touch you?"

"No."

"Did B/F/N do this? Is she gay?" asked Oscar and you looked at him crazy.

"Oscar, no. Oh my god." you said as you started to laugh your butt off. You took a glance at him and quickly stopped.

"Okay, look. I basically pranked you. B/F/N wanted me to test you for this dumb boyfriend test to see if you're a good boyfriend to me. This fake hickey is actually make-up." you said.

You quickly got off of the counter, went to the sink, put water on your left finger and dragged your finger across the fake hickey. You turn around and put your finger in front of Oscar's face to show him.

Oscar put his left hand over his mouth and rubbed his chin as he looked at you frustrated. After he takes his hand off of his face, he slowly walks up to you and bends down to your left ear.

"You were so wrong to do that to me. Since you did this to me AND ran away from me this morning...you gotta make up for it." whispered Oscar in your ear making your eyes wide.

Before you could respond, Oscar kisses you again passionately and rough.

"Wassup fools." shouted Oscar as he walked out of the house the next day.

The boys in the gang who were sitting out on the front lawn like usual looked back at him and started to laugh hard.

"What y'all laughing at?" asked Oscar aggressively.

"So, you decided to dress pretty and wear make-up like a little girl?" said Joker and the gang laughed even harder.

"What do you mean?" asked Oscar furiously. He was starting to get mad.

"Seems like his hyna became the man last night." said Joker and the gang started to fall out laughing.

Oscar quickly walked over to Joker and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him closer furiously.

"What did you say about my chica?!" yelled at Joker aggressively making the whole gang stop laughing almost immediately.

They know Oscar can probably kill the whole gang in one move if somebody talks bad about you.

"Spooky, have you looked at yourself in the mirror today?" asked Sad Eyes and Oscar turned his back to see Sad Eyes looking at him sitting on the edge of his poach.

"You might want to check yourself out." said Sad Eyes and Oscar let go of Joker and went back into his house.

He went into the bathroom and his eyes widened as he saw a lot of lipstick marks and hickeys all over his neck and arms.

"Y/N! What happened when Spooky saw it? Was he mad? Upset? Please tell me the details!" said B/F/N over the phone. You were talking to B/F/N over the phone in Oscar's bedroom.

"He started asking me serious questions including if you did it and asking if you was gay." you said and B/F/N started to laugh their butt off.

"I know right. And then I told him it was just make up and after that we kissed for a long time." you said nervously.

"Y/N! Wow, okay."

"Yeah...anyways, I hope he checks what he looks like now right before he goes out. Cause that would be embarrassing." you said as you laughed and you heard your laugh fade away to see Oscar standing in front of the bedroom doorway with a straight face.

"B/F/N, I got to go." you said quickly and ended the phone call as you looked at him.

"Hey baby, how are you doing today?" you said nervously in his bed and Oscar enters the bedroom and shuts the door.

“Spooky, my handsome-”

“Too late for that, hyna.” said Oscar and then he starts going over to you slowly with a smirk ready to give you his revenge.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to do that to you. I knew you were better than any boy I encountered. I love you." you said as you wash his neck trying to clear up his skin two hours later.

Oscar turned his head to start looking into your eyes, making you stop washing off his marks.

"I love you too. Don't do that to me again. I hope I learn your lesson." said Oscar.

"Trust me. I have.” you said still trying to breath regularly again. You kissed each other in your little bubble of happiness with him.

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