#it makes me so unbelievably happy that the char i fell in love with in WBK has my birthday

[guubiiz]

trying to work on self indulgent bday stuff but fuck i might only be able to get one done n’ then something for me + akihiko 🥲

[honeypirate]

Quick drabbles about sweet moments I would like to have with some of my favorite characters.

Fem reader sometimes

Fire force

Benimaru

He comes into your room with a sigh, closing the door quietly before kneeling at the bottom of your bed and crawling up between your legs, pushing his head under your hands holding your book and laying his head against your chest. You chuckle and set your book aside before running your fingers through his hair “hello sweetheart” you say and he pushes up so his face was in your neck now, kissing the skin softly “hello” he says and sighs into your neck. “I missed you” you say and he nods into your neck “I missed you” he says and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tighter to you and kissing the top of his head.

Konro

You sit behind him in the bath, the hot water up to your shoulders and you lay your head against his back as he tells you about his day, his hands brushing up and down your legs beside him. You were careful to avoid the charred marks on his neck, arms, and back as you careful washed him, leaving kisses around them. You took care of him better than anyone and he felt the love you had for him every time you helped him, you never made him feel like a burden or anything less than, you made him feel comfortable in his own skin. “God I love you so much” he whispers as you finish washing his hair “it’s my turn now” he says and you carefully switch places with him, his large hands gently washing your body and kissing your neck. He washes your hair and then spends extra time running his fingers through it, loving the soft feel in his hands. You run your fingertips against his legs and up to his thighs as you talk and relax until the water gets too cold.

Obi Akitaru

He throws you over his shoulder after you get back to the compound, you giggle and lightly hit his back “Obi! Put me down!” He laughs and slaps your butt “not gonna happen. My girl was injured so I gotta carry her in” you sigh and relax in his hold “ It’s just a little burn! On my arm! I can still walk” he laughs but doesn’t set you down until you’re in his private bathroom. He helps you out of your fire force coat and pants before taking off his own, leaving you in just your underwear and a tank top and him in boxers. You smile softly up at his as he gently washes the soot off your cheeks and neck. “You’re so beautiful sweetheart” he says and you blush, reaching up and cupping his cheek with a smile “you’re not so bad yourself” you say and he grins. You take the washcloth from his hand and rinse it out before gently washing the soot off his cheeks for him “let’s hop in a shower so we can do this properly” he says as he dips down to capture your lips in his.

Hinawa

You push the kitchen door open quietly and peak in at him, he’s singing along to a old record he borrowed from Obi, some jazz from before the cataclysm. You watched him cook and sing, butterflies in your belly from how adorable it is. His voice was perfect for this kind of music and it smelled like he was making your favorite meal. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his middle, his singing turning into a low chuckle. “Hey sweetheart” he says and you smile, placing a kiss against his shirt on his spine “it smells good but I want to know....are you on the menu for tonight?” you say and his hand holds yours on his stomach “naughty girl” he says before taking the pan of the heat and turning around in your arms, he holds both of your cheeks and you look up at him, your chin on his chest. His eyes were dark, you could see the lust in his eyes and the adoration he has for you. You stand on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway as he captures your lips his.

Haikyuu

Aone

Sitting in the living room, leaning against him on the couch as you both read together. His arm around you as he scrolls through his book on his tablet, your head against his arm, kissing it every other page turn. When you finish your chapter to mark your page and set your book on the coffee table before turning your head up and kissing his chin softly, watching his lips turn up in a smile before his eyes flick to yours after he finishes the sentence he was on. “I’m so unbelievably lucky” he whispers and you blush, after all these years he still makes you feel giddy in your heart.

Kuroo

You’re cooking breakfast while he pours mimosas, the Sunday morning air filled with sweet kisses and witty banter, him sticking to you like glue, his hands on your hips and his chin against your shoulder as he sways you to the music playing, singing the lyrics to you as you flip the pancakes.

Ushiwaka

Taking the long drive through the country for a weekend away, his hand on your thigh as he drives, you play a perfect relaxing mix of music but the radio is quiet background noise as you talk about anything you can think of. You loved that he was so open minded, you could ask anything your crack head thoughts come up with and he’d respond honestly. You never felt the need to fill any silence though, it was comfortable, he felt like home to you.

Daichi

You’re singing along to the music you had playing loudly as you did some late night cleaning while waiting for him to get come from work, he had to do some extra paperwork but you didn’t mind. You were excited to see him after being apart all day and to combat that excitement you decided to clean. When he walks in the house he smiles at the sight, you were standing on the back of the couch, the vacuum on as you suck the dust off the blinds, your foot tapping along to the music that was so loud you could hear it over the vacuum. He closed the door as he admired you before walking over to you and quickly clicking the vacuum button. You yelp as he knocks the back of your knees so you fell into his waiting arms, his smiling face made your heart skip as you relaxed into his arms “you naughty boy!” You say as you laugh and kisses your cheek “What can i say? I missed my darling”

Nishinoya

You’ve been together for years, spent traveling as you worked as a freelance photographer mostly but now you’ve decided to go home and put down your own roots, get back to family. After a few months you decided you wanted to adopt a pet tigether, finally deciding on a sweet cat you met at the shelter, he couldn’t stop talking about her so you thought it was a pretty good sign. Her first night home with you, you let her get adjusted and she kept to herself for the most part, claiming one of the chairs in the living room for herself. In the middle of a movie you were watching you got up to use the bathroom, when you returned he was mouthing screams at you pointing down, you chuckled as you saw that the cat had jumped up and fell asleep on his lap. He was so cute you about teared up for a moment before taking a picture of them on your phone, setting it as your Lock Screen. Your perfect little family.

Tendou

When he was making you homemade chocolate at his apartment for your fifth date, you took a spoon and dipped it into the melted chocolate when you thought he wasn’t looking. When he turned around and saw you with the spoon in your mouth, an obviously blissed look at how delicious it was, he knew he loved you. “Sorry” you say around the spoonin your mouth, your cheeks warming under his gaze. “You’re such a sneak, I’ll have to look out for that” he says as he boops your nose. You felt your heart race at the way his eyes lingered on you with a smirk. This man would be the death of you.

Bnha

Bakugou

You sing a little song to yourself as you break your chopsticks apart, dancing in your chair as you look down at your ramen. You were so happy to be in this moment with your favorite boy and your favorite food. He looks across the table at you, an amused smile on his face as he watches you and listens to your impromptu dumb song about how much you love ramen and love him, all the anger in his body leaving. You look up into his eyes and you feel your cheeks get warm “hmm?” You ask and expect his usually dumbass banter but your breath hitches when he says softly “I just love you is all” He‘ll never forget how lucky he is to be sharing perfect moments with you.

Midoriya

A date that’s not a date. You go to a thrift store with your friends but take his hand and lead him back to the clothing, taking turns choosing ugly accessories and coats for the other, spending the whole time lost in the moments with him. By the end you have many pictures together on your phone. You break off from the group, walking behind a few feet with him as you talk about your favorite heroes, you asked him questions about his notebook and he showed you the page he had written for you but forgot the small little drawing of a heart next your name at the top of the page. He noticed when the notebook was in your hand but couldn’t really tear it from you, that would be nuts. So he just hopes you don’t notice as you read his notes(you do) “this is amazing. I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me” his cheeks flush “y/n you have an amazing quirk! I love to watch you!” His face turns very red as you raise your eyebrows “you love to watch me?” You smirk and he starts to ramble “no! I mean I do. But like not in a weird way. I just like to see how your quirk develops. I’m not a stalker or anything” you reach out and take his hand with a chuckle “I like that you pay attention to me so don’t worry Zuku” you say and he lets out a deep breath. The rest of your group notices but just leaves you be, this was a long time going and to be honest bakugou started a bet to see how long it would take. He won when he bet it would be sooner rather than later. The first time he ever bet on Deku but only because he knew you were bolder.

Kaminari

Oh man. You were home early and he hadn’t heard you come in. You could hear he was on the phone with someone so you didn’t make any loud noises as you set your things down. “I’m gonna ask her tonight. Yeah I have the ring here in my hand, it’s so perfect. ... I have a reservation at the place we had our first date” he busts up laughing and you crack a smile when you realize he means the skate park near your old high school. “Yeah man the skatepark. But it’s actually a really nice restaurant now which I thought was so romantic. Shin, I can’t even begin to explain how sure I am about this. I can’t imagine a life without them in it.” You feel your heart skip and your eyes mist over for a moment before you suck in a breath and make your way over to the door, opening it quietly and then shouting “Hey im home early! Are you home?” You act, dramatically picking up and dropping your keys again and kicking your shoes. You hear a drawer shut and him say “I gotta go man she’s home thanks so much” before he comes out of the bedroom with a big grin on his lips “y/n/n! do you wanna go out to dinner tonight? There’s this new place I want us to try”

Aizawa

The way the breeze coming in through window ruffled his hair woke him up, it was just after two am and he must of forgot to close the window before you guys fell asleep. He got up to shut the window and he turned around, pausing for a second when he noticed you were looking at him. The moonlight framed his back and hit your face, your sleepy eyes taking in his shirtless frame as he walked back to bed. “You look like an angel” you whispered to him and he chuckles as he scooted under the covers, “you must still be dreaming if you think I’m the angel of this relationship” he mutters, trying to hide the way his heart skipped when you called him an angel.

Fatgum/ Taishiro

He comes home, his big suit in tatters and his body smaller, bruises already forming on his face and chest you can see from the torn fabric. “Oh babe I knew it was bad but I really wasn’t-“ you hold your hand to your lips to try and stop your tears as he walks over to you and wraps you in a hug and standing, carrying you with him to the bedroom “oh my angel don’t worry. I’m okay. All I need is a little bit of your home cooking and a lot of your kisses, then I’ll be right as rain” you shower with him, helping him out so he didnt have to use his sore limbs. Kissing him as much as he would want, showing him how much you love him. After you dress you make him multiple different foods, full meals so he could have as much as he wanted. He watched you cook from his spot at the kitchen table, his heart as full as his stomach will be later. The food you make for him always tastes the best, better than any food he could ever order, he feels your love through the act of service you give him every time you cook for him.

Present mic

The moment after a concert where you’re walking back to the car holding hands, smiles on your lips as your ears ringing from the level of music as you talk about your favorite songs that were performed. You start to shiver from the sweat on your body and he pulls you into a hug “I got something for you” he says quietly knowing your ears were already ringing as he kisses the top of your head “what is it?” You ask with a smile “close your eyes” he says and you lean up to kiss his lips softly before pulling back and keeping yo eyes closed. You feel something go over your head and you instinctively put your arms up through the sleeves knowing it was a hoodie “okay open your eyes” he says and you do, seeing him wearing a hoodie in front of you and looking down to see you had a matching one on “this is amazing Yama! I love you! Thank you!” You hug him tight and he laughs holding you close “anything for my girl”

Toshinori

Walking through the park in the morning, getting some coffee and people watching, hitting the farmers market on the way home he buys you some flowers while you’re distracted with the fruit. You buy an aloe plant in a pot painted with his face on it that looks like his hair for your office at the school and when you walk home you buy some donuts from the stand at the end, your arm in his as you have endless entertaining conversations.

Naruto

Kakashi

You gave him an excuse of a mission so you could go to the sand village for a few days. There’s a small bookstore there who was going to be releasing a limited edition Icha Icha book with a twist ending and you wanted to make sure you could get one. You were the first one in line and you waited all night long to be the first one in when it opened that day. You got the book and then swung by where you heard Jiraiya was, some bar by a hot spring between the sand and the leaf. “What are you doing here?” He says through a confident slur as you sit down next to him. you pull out the book and a pen and grin at him but when he doesn’t show any emotion you sigh, pulling out your wallet and handing it to him before he nods and takes the pen “I always have time for my fans”

When you get back to the apartment it’s after 2am the day of his birthday. You take the stairs two at a time, ditching your pack by the door as you enter silently. You hold the book in your hands, neatly wrapped in paper as you kick off your shoes and make your way to the bedroom. He’s sleeping peacefully in bed and you can’t wait to ruin it. You climb up in the bed and sit cross legged next to him, a smile on your lips and the book in your lap as you softly run your fingertips across his cheeks and his forehead and then down his nose before his eyes flutter open. “Hi” you whisper and he smiles as he stretches his arms out “welcome home baby. How was the mission?” He sits up and you look down at the book in your lap “the mission was successful” you say with a chuckle before looking back up into his eyes “what do you got there?” He asks and you hide it behind your back “oh nothing at all I don’t know what you’re ta-“ he talked you to the bed and stars to tickle your sides “taLKING ABOUT!” You start to giggle as his fingers hit all your ticklish spots “Kashi stop!” You beg through laughs and tears before he captures your lips with his and you relax into him, not noticing when his hand slides under your back and pulls the book from your grasp. He knows exactly what it is the moment he’s touched it. “You didn’t” he says as he pulls back and you just grin “open it” you say and he does, gently pulling the paper from the book. He holds it like he’s holding somethjng extra precious “there wasn’t a mission” he states as he looks down at the book in his hands, flipping through the new pages. “The only mission was making you happy” you whisper and he looks up into your eyes, his looking a little misty, “I love you so much, thank you” he says quietly, afraid his voice will crack. “I love you Kakashi. Happy Birthday”

[amandaoftherosemire]

And Hell is Just a Sauna -- Part One

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, OMC Joseph

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,121

Format: Short Series (Complete)

Warnings: Language, violence, references to captivity, implied abuse, angst.

Summary: You meet Bucky Barnes upon your mysterious and deadly escape from a power obsessed cult leader and his followers. Though you carry a secret in addition to the wariness of trauma, you can’t help your attraction to Bucky and his irascible demeanor. As for Bucky, he is drawn to the light he sees in you while he fears the things you’re hiding. Can you trust him with your secrets, and your life? Will you have a choice?

A/N: I haven’t posted anything in five months, so this may be a little on the odd side. I guess I’m working through some stuff? 

This takes place in between Black Panther and Infinity War but is not consistent with MCU canon because I do what I want. 

I used my old taglist, but only as a way to let y’all know I’m posting again. As always, feel free to ignore me. 😊 Heads up, future parts will get smutty.

 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

  And Hell is Just a Sauna -- Part One

 The first time Bucky saw you, you were literally on fire. Not just a little flame, either, but a full-on conflagration engulfing your entire body and crackling with cheerful menace. You’d turned to him, your eyes blazing white in a face painted in flame, and intoned with a voice that both popped and roared.

“Are you a god?”

Bucky’s eyes widened over the barrel of the gun he continued to keep trained on you despite his uncertainty that it could do any good should you decide to attack. Unsure how to prevent that decision, but wanting to try, he responded slowly. “I have no idea how to answer that.”

From the woods around him, Bucky heard a shout. He stood at the edge of a clearing in which you stood at the center, a scatter of charred bodies surrounding you. He went no closer, not willing to discover the hard way what your range was.

Sam was yelling as he walked closer, “Ray, when someone asks you if you’re a god, you say, ‘Yes!’”

Bucky was fascinated to see blue flames dance along your teeth as you smiled. He couldn’t explain it, but something about the way the flames whipped and whirled around you was unbelievably beautiful. It was also incredibly terrifying, but Bucky had needed to survive horrors best left undefined, so had long since learned to find the beauty in terror. In the next moment, Sam was stepping into view on the other side of the clearing, his own gun out and ready.

You turned, and with a happy, surprised sob, cried, “Sam!?” The next moment, the fire was flickering into nothing and you were just a lovely woman wearing nothing more than the ash from what had once been a long white dress.

Sam immediately holstered his gun and ran forward. “Y/N? We knew there were prisoners but--"

"Sam," you whispered brokenly as you stumbled on knees turned to jelly toward the concerned face of your friend and former colleague. You hadn't seen him since before your abduction, not long after that last doomed mission in Lagos. When he'd gone on the run with Captain America after the fallout over the Accords, you'd been nothing but happy to hear that he was alive and free. His face was one of the last you’d expected to see upon your escape, but the sight of Sam was a joyous relief.

"What are you doing here?" Your teeth chattered on the question, reaction and your own nakedness leaving you freezing and shaking. You didn't see where the silver emergency blanket came from, but Sam was nevertheless wrapping you in it and then in his own arms, to your everlasting gratitude. You'd never been anything more than friends, but he'd always been a true and loyal one, with a giving heart and wicked sense of humor.

You let him comfort you, the bone-shattering terror of your ordeal hitting you now that it was over. Now that someone you knew and trusted held you, the sick horror of what you'd endured sent tears flooding into your throat. The exhaustion of everything you'd done that day turned your muscles to water and so you didn't resist when Sam bent and slid his arm behind your knees to lift and carry you out of the clearing where you'd hurt so many. Instead, you buried your face in the crook where his neck met his shoulder and let the tears fall.

"Do me a favor and tell the others I've found Y/N Y/L/N and that I'm taking her back to the jet."

Bucky had lowered his weapon when the fire had flickered out with your recognition of Sam, but his eyes were still narrowed with a hint of suspicion. He was pretty sure you weren't a danger to Sam, at least, but that didn't mean he thought you harmless. He nodded slowly and lifted his microphone to his lips to report in even as he fell into step behind Sam as he headed back the way they'd came.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Sam said gently as he walked briskly back to the jet, "but do you know who is in charge of all of this?"

"Joseph." Your voice was a rasp with the tears that still shivered out of you, but all of the emotion had left your tone. "I don't think he survived."

Bucky glanced back at the clearing where they'd left a half dozen charred bodies and figured he knew how Joseph had met his end. When he turned back, you were peeking over Sam's shoulder at him, to his admitted consternation.

"I'm sorry about the dumb joke." The emotion was back, remorse in your eyes and tone as you looked at him. "I wanted to either make you laugh or scare you. I just didn't want to hurt anyone else." With that, you buried your face back in Sam's throat and started crying again.

Bucky tried to resist but his heart throbbed in sympathy, with understanding. He knew all about being forced to do things he didn't want to, both by cruelty and circumstance. He'd be the last to blame another for what they'd done to escape. He was concerned about your apparent propensity for bursting into flame, but he understood why you'd done so, since you could.

"He probably hasn't seen Ghostbusters, sweetheart." You lifted your head, a frown on your tear-streaked face to glare with narrow-eyed suspicion at Bucky, who was at a complete loss as to what the two of you were even talking about. Sam laughed when he saw your face and went on. "This is Bucky Barnes."

Your face cleared in understanding and Bucky wondered who you were that you recognized his name so quickly. "Welcome back, Sergeant," you said softly, with a shy smile that Bucky couldn't help but find charming even as he wondered who you were and how you seemed to know so much about him when he'd never heard your name before.

"At least now I know why we're here," Sam called back to Bucky, his voice cheerful as he tramped back towards the jet. "Nat's got a soft spot for this one; I'm willing to bet she had an idea we'd find Y/N."

Bucky murmured as he kept his eyes on yours from where they peeked over Sam's shoulder at him. "I didn't know we were looking for Y/N."

"I was part of the supply chain." You didn't like the wariness with which this man watched you, but you could hardly blame him, considering your introduction. You weren't normally so dramatic, but he couldn't know that. "Natasha would have noticed when I disappeared."

Sam shook his head with a smile and moved toward the edge of the forest, now in sight. "Why am I not surprised? Were you Nat's secret source?"

"Of course." You couldn't seem to stop looking at the man following you and Sam with such deadly grace and aloof readiness. You'd never seen anyone look so dangerously bored. You were damned if you didn't find it sexy as hell. "She asked me if I wanted to help and I said yes. The Accords are a human rights violation."

Bucky's eyes flicked to yours and warmed as the corner of his mouth lifted just a little. Your heart skipped in the first beat of attraction as Sam laughed out loud. The sound had you smiling even as he replied, "Like I said, not surprised." He turned his head to call over his shoulder, "Bucky, this is Y/N. She used to be support staff for the Avengers, was one of the researchers there. She helped me when Steve and I were looking for you."

Bucky bent his head in acknowledgement and smiled fully for the first time. Now that he had more of a handle on things, he could roll with them. And he'd ever been the sort willing to go the extra mile for a pretty woman. "Pleasure to meet you," he rumbled, and sounded like he meant it.

You thought about the sacrificial dress you'd been wearing when the fire had blown through and carried you out of the building, remembered the fear in the eyes of the henchmen sent to recapture you as they'd circled you like a pack of wild dogs. "Believe me. The pleasure's mine."

As Sam broke through the tree line where the quinjet that had brought them sat, the little bottle blonde assassin behind the controls, he turned to catch your eye. "So, Y/N, are you gonna tell me how you're a firestarter now?"

Natasha turned in her chair at the sound of his voice as they mounted the ramp into the jet. "Good, you found her," she said briskly with a gentle smile for you. You smiled weakly back as Sam set you down in one of the chairs. Natasha turned back around and continued, "Strap in. Steve and Wanda are almost back and I want to be in the air five seconds after that."

Bucky's eyes flicked to you in puzzlement at the sound of a soft hiss, like that of a snake, followed by a crackle or a popping noise. He may have looked elsewhere, but you'd made a soft shushing noise that drew his eye.

That shushing sound was followed by a tired sigh when Sam lifted a brow at you as he went about helping you rearrange the blanket so you could strap in but remain covered. "I wish I knew, Sam," you replied to that lifted brow and Bucky wished he knew why he didn't believe you.

You sat in the sand and watched the ocean crash against the shore, letting the sound soothe you. Feeling hot and itchy most days, thanks to your experience at the hands of the weird cult that had abducted you, this was often the only peace you could find. Most days saw you driving down from the house in the mountains to sit here and let the wind and the waves ease your mind and soothe the soul.

Today, however, you couldn’t seem to settle, upset by the conversation you’d had with Steve that morning. He’d wanted to apologize for overstaying their welcome, and assure you they’d be moving on soon.

After your rescue, they had come to stay with you in the house you’d inherited from your uncle. Tucked away in the heavily forested mountains of Oregon’s Coastal Range, it was big, secluded, and ideal for hiding five fugitives. You’d simply been happy to help, to give them a safe place to rest.

Now you were dealing with the fact that you didn’t want them to leave. You were chilled, sick at the thought of rattling around in the big house with nothing for company but your thoughts and the memory of what had happened in a house in upstate New York. You may have traveled three thousand miles to escape what had happened that night, but you couldn't escape what was now yours, whether you'd wanted it or not.

The soft hiss in your ear warned you that someone was approaching, but you were surprised when that someone flopped onto the cool sand next to you with a huff of irritation. "Huh. What a shitty day at the beach."

Damned if you knew why the surly bitch did it for you, but Bucky Barnes had charmed the fuck out of you by not being the least bit charming.

He wasn't mean, or rude, not by a long shot. He was unfailingly kind and polite and genuinely grateful for the shelter. You could see the good man underneath the pissiness, but Bucky was perpetually baffled and annoyed by most of the world around him. He never complained, really, but he regarded everything with a vaguely hostile skepticism. You could not understand why you thought him adorably sexy, the big, grumbly bastard.

"Good thing we’re not at the beach," you replied with a laughing sneer, your habitual attitude towards him as it prompted that ridiculous half-smile. You fucking adored that sly smirk. "We’re on a beach. We’re at the coast."

Bucky gave you his amused disgust face and made you melt. He picked up a handful of sand and held it up to let it run through his fingers in a rather accusatory fashion. You waved him away. "I would think a Broody McBrooderface like yourself would immediately get this."

You gestured at your surroundings, a lonely beach on a winter day in the Pacific Northwest. Clouds covered the sky and boiled over the sea, turning the waves into a stormy bluish gray that reflected in the eyes of the man that watched you with a reluctant fascination. The wind whipped around you both, tumbling his hair around his sculpted face and making you think of the covers of trashy romance novels from an earlier era. Moody and bleak, a cold winter day at the coast was made for Bucky Barnes.

A long, charged pause as he stared at your profile in disgusted astonishment.

"What?"

You couldn't stop the snort at the sound of pure stupified horror in his voice. You didn't know which part of what you said he found objectionable, but the insult of something clearly offended him. You didn't usually get this much reaction out of him, so you had to assume it was the new nickname.

"The beach," you replied snottily, "is where you go to relax in the sun or swim in the ocean." You tilted your head to fix him with an intense stare. "But we’re in the ring of fire, Bucky, and the ocean doesn’t play with the shore here. We’re at the coast, where the sea meets the land with force." You gestured out at the dark waves as they continued to crash and pound on the sand, curls of violent energy breaking upon the shore. "The beach is for fun; the coast is where you go to brood."

With that, you uncrossed your arms and placed your hands at your sides on the cold, dry sand behind you, bracing yourself as you leaned back, a smirk on your lips. You loved informing him of opinions as though you had just bested him with facts. The way his lips tightened when he was holding back laughter made your heart gallop.

Your breathing joined your heart in its race and sped as well when Bucky's eyebrow quirked in addition to the happiness that gathered in the corners of his lips. "Broody McBrooderface?" he asked, doubt collecting in his eyes and his furrowed brow. His voice was still rich with the disgust that had characterized his earlier question. The combination made you sputter with mirth before giving up and dissolving into a fit of laughter. You fell back onto the sand to wrap your hands around your middle and hold on as you cackled and snickered.

When you calmed enough to look at Bucky, he'd shifted so that he was leaning on one arm, turned towards you to grin delighted at your laughter. He was so pretty, white teeth against the dark brown of his beard, thick hair tumbled in the wind around him. You hoped you didn't look as starry eyed as you felt. Some days it was harder than others to not bodily tackle the man, but it seemed tacky, not to mention gross, to accost a houseguest.

His satisfied smirk turned into a look so hot with promise you could feel it in your toes. "So you don't wanna go skinny dipping?"

You laughed even as you cringed, your body tightening at the memory of underestimating the Pacific Ocean's wilder moods on visits to your uncle during your childhood. You shook your head as a chill at the thought ran down your spine. "I double-dog dare you to jump in that water." Bucky crooked another brow and then surprised you by leaping to his feet in a move shockingly graceful in its deadly arc. He was off in a run in the very next second towards the waves. You sat up to shout after him but he was faster than you'd thought possible. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you about the FROSTBITE!"

If he hesitated for a second, you didn't see it. Fully clothed in the athletic wear he’d donned to run down to the beach, he leapt over a terrifying curving beast of a wave into the now dark gray and, you expected, freezing cold water. You got to your feet to follow him to the edge where the sea lapped at the shore, a little wary to find out how the grumpy super-soldier would react to the Pacific's bite.

The two of you argued all the way back to your car.

"The least you could do is give me a ride back to the house." Bucky didn't seem like the water had really fazed him beyond pissing him off. He wasn't shivering, his teeth weren't chattering, but his jaw was set in severe irritation and his eyes blazed with banked anger. He was so fucking hot it made you crazy.

"My seats will get soaked." You couldn't help it; he was so sexy when he looked like he wanted to murder the world. You didn't know what was wrong with you, but the way he was striding up the beach toward the parking lot where you'd left your car made you shudder with lust. You had to fuck with him a little more, irritate him just that little bit extra. Maybe it was because of what had happened to you, but you needed to toss a little more gasoline on the fire. "I only brought a towel for sand, not for swimming. Besides, I told you it was cold as fuck; you jumped in anyway."

"I can't run home like this, I'm fucking freezing." The look Bucky shot you was so vicious, your heart kicked in response, but in desire rather than fear. He was perfectly bristly and annoyed now, his bright blue eyes blazing and his sculpted cheeks flushed with temper. You could eat him alive.

"You should have thought of that before you jumped in an ocean that is obviously not into your shit right now.” You deliberately kept your tone and demeanor casual as you stopped at the water fountain at the top of the beach to rinse the sand off your feet. “It's not like I would have thought less of you if you'd stopped when I warned you about how cold it was."

Mostly clean and aware based on experience that mostly clean was the best you were going to do, you dropped the rubber flip-flops in your hand and slipped your wet feet into them as Bucky glared at you.

“I would have thought less of me,” he replied with a sneer that made you want to lean in and bite his plump lower lip. “I took a dare. I'll finish a dare.”

Unable to help yourself, you burst into delighted laughter, throwing your head back in the pure enjoyment of him as you nearly stumbled down the sidewalk toward your car. Bubbling and cheerful, the warm chuckles poured out of you until Bucky was grinning at you, albeit reluctantly.

You were somewhat calm by the time you got to your car. You turned to Bucky with a sparkling smile, the laughter still trembling on your lips and Bucky’s heart kicked in response this time.

“You’re fun, Bucky.” You leaned against the driver’s side door and grinned at him over the roof of the car. “A little bonkers, but fun.” Shooting him a sassy wink, you opened the door and slid in. “Fine, get in the car."

“I know this is a big ask.”

Bucky was sweating, but he was determined not to let you see that. He was asking a lot of you and he knew it. If he didn’t believe it was important, for you as well as himself, he’d never have had the courage.

“I’m really more confused.” Bucky made himself stop watching the way your lips shaped the words when you spoke, your eyes wary and your brow furrowed. “If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you want to go with them?”

He didn’t think you’d noticed how he watched you, fascinated by the curving whip of your movements, like flame had become part of you. He couldn’t help but focus on you, obsessed with both the magic and mystery of you. How could he stop himself when he could also hear your mutters under your breath? He was concerned yet intrigued by the admonishments to behave yourself.

He’d had numerous fantasies about misbehaving with you.

Bucky’s attention moved to the way your fingers fidgeted with the book in your lap. He couldn’t explain why, but he loved to watch you move. There was a grace and beauty there that he’d rarely seen and always treasured. He’d seen too much ugly and cruel to take anything as pretty or as kind as you were for granted. He'd made a study of you because it soothed him somehow to do so.

Your hands weren't fidgeting in agitation, concern, or fear; all of which he'd seen and memorized. Through trial and error he'd learned how to distract you from whatever had you picking at your cuticles in anxiety and, sometimes, something that looked perilously close to panic, but he could see that wasn't necessary now. You were fidgeting absently, the same way you had been for the entire conversation, not in response to his request.

Bucky was still a little struck by his daring in asking if he could stay when the others moved on. He hadn't known if he'd have the nerve when he walked to the little library where you often sat in the window seat so you could read with your face to the mountain air coming through the open window. But when you'd looked up with a smile when he'd poked his head in and asked for a minute, he'd known even if you said no, he could trust you to be gentle.

"I don’t want to fight anymore."

By the way your eyebrows flew up and your lips parted before you paused, Bucky could see that you were as surprised by the blunt honesty of his answer as he was. But he was asking a lot of you and he knew it. Harboring an international fugitive was only the least of it. You knew his reputation, and that it was based on fact, yet you'd welcomed him into your home. He had to be honest with you if he was going to ask anything more than that already unimaginable kindness.

He smiled at you, but he couldn't stop the sadness, the exhaustion of a century's worth of years from quivering around his mouth. Your eyes, scanning his face under those expressive eyebrows, softened and your lips twisted with wry sympathy. "Of course you don't. Why would you?"

Bucky relaxed back into the plush little sofa where he'd taken the seat you'd offered when he started this conversation. He now knew it was going to be reasonably painless. Something about you almost always put him at ease within only a few minutes in your company. Maybe it was the way you listened to him, both the things he said, and the things he could only speak around.

Somehow he always ended up saying more than he'd intended.

"I didn’t volunteer, you know." You tilted your head in question, so he continued, not sure where the words were coming from. "Not like Steve, who wanted in so bad he kept trying to get past the physical. I was drafted." Bucky laughed a little and lifted his hands to rub them over his face, dragging them through his hair before threading his fingers together behind his head. "I just wanted to settle down to a normal life and try to keep my best friend from dying from one of the thousand things trying to kill him. Instead…" As he trailed off he shrugged and noticed your eyes drop to his chest in what he would swear was appreciation.

The corner of Bucky's mouth was lifting in a crooked half-smile when your eyes flicked to his. Bright and intense, he felt pinned by your gaze as the still forming grin fell from his face. "Instead you got to be a prisoner of war for sixty-odd years," you said, your voice full of the wry sympathy that still lived in the slight curve to your lips, "only to discover that things are still trying to kill your best friend?" In the next instant, that searing stare was gentle with understanding, your eyes warm with concern. "You're a little fucking tired?"

Bucky huffed out another of those little laughs, the only kind he really had these days. A little fucking tired was an understatement if he'd ever heard one, but the fact that you saw that so easily explained why he was even asking this of you. "You get it," he said, that half-smile coming back in a sweeter form. "That's why I'd like to stay here, actually." Your lips had started to curve in response to the little half-laugh, even that much heard only occasionally, when the warmth in his face sparked an answer in yours, charming you with the little glimpse of sweetness under all the salt.

Bucky's breath caught a little at the look on your face, the way the movement of your hands had smoothed as you absently toyed with the hardback still in your lap. He could see you relax by degree in his presence and wondered if you were as soothed by his company as he was by yours. "I don't want you to think you have to say yes," he heard coming out of his mouth, more honesty he couldn't help, but he didn't want you to feel pressured. "I'd rather stay here in the States, but I'm not homeless if it doesn't work for you. If it's a no, I promise, no hard feelings. I have another option lined up. I understand if you don't want to stay alone with a man you barely know."

He was starting to worry based on the soft, gentle look that remained on your face. You normally smirked and teased him, poking at his gruff exterior with a playfulness that had charmed him completely. You may not have known it, but you had him firmly wrapped around your fingers. This tenderness made him afraid you were about to let him down easy. He braced himself for rejection.

"Alright," you murmured thoughtfully, your eyes kind if shrewd as they rested on his face. He wondered what you saw when you looked at him, how much you saw beneath the surface. "If you wanna stay, we'll have to have a few ground rules, a couple of understandings."

Bucky's face lit up in surprised delight as his heart began to pound. He hadn't really expected you to say yes, and so hadn't prepared for the rush of excitement and satisfaction that ran through him at the prospect of getting to know you without feeling like he was being watched by his friends. His heart speeding a little, a hot shudder of anticipation working through him at the prospect, he shot you a bright and reckless grin. "I was afraid you were gonna say that."

Something dark and hungry moved in a flash over your face. Bucky's heart raced in answer despite his uncertainty that he'd even seen the lightning fast emotion. He wanted to be your friend first, but he couldn't deny he'd found inside himself a well of desire for you so deep he'd yet to find the bottom. He could only hope you felt some fraction of that for him.

"First and most important understanding," as you spoke your eyes flattened and your mouth tightened, your gaze on his face reminding him of the first time he'd seen you, "I am not afraid of you." The words were a warning, not a threat, but the hair on the back of Bucky's neck stood up. "If you're going to live here for the foreseeable," you continued, your face softening again into something lonely and sad, "I need to be clear on this point. I have no reason, whatsoever, to be afraid for my own safety. Not anymore."

The hollow tone to your voice was a chilling counterpoint to the fingers wrapped in white-knuckled terror around your book. Bucky could see you were trying to tell him that you were still dangerous, despite how deceptively harmless you looked when not bathed in flame.

"The fire?" Bucky didn't know he still had that much tenderness inside him for anyone, but he could hear the gentle sympathy in the two words clearly. By the tentative smile teasing the corners of your mouth, you could hear it, too.

"I would tell you if I thought you weren't safe." You looked sick with worry that he'd reject you and Bucky could see that he was right; the two of you needed each other. You went on in a little rush, your eyes dipping to your hands still clutching the book in your lap. You frowned as you spoke and he watched you deliberately uncurl your fingers as though you were carefully calming yourself. "I don't believe you're in any danger here. I will absolutely tell you if that changes."

Bucky always preferred when people were matter of fact in their questions about him and his issues. He figured he should start there and see how you responded. "Can you control it?" he asked, his voice unconcerned, his posture unchanging from his easy sprawl against the corner of the couch.

Apparently, you also liked plain speaking as you smiled a little more, this time with a wry exasperation that piqued his interest. "Some. More persuade."

Bucky's heart throbbed as he asked the question he knew you'd least like to answer. He wished he didn't feel like he had to, but he needed to know how not to incite the blaze. His voice soft as a whisper, as tender as a touch, "What set it off that night?"

The look on your face sent a chill down Bucky's spine, your eyes empty and cold and nothing like the warmth he'd come to expect and adore. Your voice as hollow as he'd ever heard it, you answered with just enough information to somewhat explain. "Joseph was going to hurt me."

Upon your recovery from the forest surrounding the house in upstate New York where you'd been held against your will, it had become clear that you'd been snatched up by one of the occult offshoots that often split from HYDRA. As HYDRA was itself founded as an occult offshoot of the Nazi war machine, it wasn't really a surprise that it so often shed more of the same. The one that had taken you, however, had apparently been particularly weird and cultish, the leader, Joseph, convinced of his own superiority and seeking the power he believed to be his due. You hadn't spoken much of what had happened to you while held captive by them, by him, but Bucky could recognize pain and trauma when they were right in front of him.

"Since I won't be hurting you," he said gently, the words both reassurance and promise, "it shouldn't be a problem." When your eyes, blurred with memory, focused back in on his face, Bucky's lips curved slightly, the smile sweeter than any he'd given you yet.

Your lips curved in response as a soft sigh that didn't come from you whispered at the edge of Bucky's hearing. His ears perked even as he kept his eyes on yours, his expression betraying nothing but the warm appreciation he always had for you. The next moment, however, his attention was caught and held by the grin you flashed, sparkling and friendly. "That's what I was thinking," you chirped and looked happier than he'd ever seen you.

The sight had his body tightening in lust even as his heart squeezed. Bucky had always been a romantic with a love of making a pretty girl smile. Being able to make you smile like this made him feel like he was getting another piece of himself back. Still, he wanted you to know that you could trust him with more than just your physical safety.

"Do you wanna tell me about it?" he offered, his voice gentle again.

"Maybe," you said, and Bucky cursed himself when your smile dimmed. You shrugged and looked back down at your hands where they'd tried to tense around the book. "I might need to. You gonna tell me about you?"

"Some." He answered quickly, without hesitation, though he grinned sheepishly when your eyes lifted to his in suspicion. "Probably."

When your eyes remained narrowed on his even as the corners of your mouth twitched with suppressed humor, Bucky narrowed his eyes back at you. To his surprised delight, that sparkling smile came back. You stretched the denim clad legs you'd had curled under you out and relaxed into the pillow at your back.

"Then rule number one," you said cheerily, an interesting heat in your eyes, "is that you continue to be your usual hostile self. It revs my engine." The cheer on your face took on a darker edge, your smile more like a dare. Bucky's eyes narrowed once again, but this time his gaze glittered with desire, with the urge to take that dare.

"Does it?"

You bit your lower lip as his voice rumbled through the air and into you. Bucky could swear he saw goosebumps erupt over the skin of your arms when he spoke, the desire riding him clear in that quiet question.

You laughed, a little breathless, and grinned at him, a cheeky taunt all over you. He was dazzled by the flash of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, the whipping movements of your hands as you gestured while you spoke. "Rule number two is that you make yourself at home." You pointed a mock stern finger at him and made him smile. "Don't be a houseguest or stand on ceremony. I want you to be genuinely comfortable. If you have to stay under house arrest for now, you should be able to do so as painlessly as possible."

There you went being sweet and kind in addition to being sexy and adorable. Bucky didn't know if he could take it. He was beginning to think he was in over his head but he couldn't find a thing not to like about it.

"Steve keeps me in line." Bucky smirked as he teased. "Once he's gone I'll make you regret that."

You looked delighted with him and Bucky could have wept with gratitude. Spending time with you was helping him remember parts of himself he'd thought long dead, like the boyish flirt he'd once been, but he was equally grateful that he seemed to be good for you, too.

"Okay," you purred as you smirked back at him, "in case Steve has kept you in line in other ways, rule three is you clean up after yourself. I will be very annoyed if you start leaving dirty dishes or clothes around once he's gone." One eyebrow lifted in mock warning and Bucky could have cuddled you.

"He’s the slob, actually." Bucky huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "You're making this too easy, doll."

He couldn't be sure, but for a moment you looked shy and a little vulnerable. Bucky's heart squeezed again as he quivered with the conflicting desires to both ravage and protect. When you glanced at him from under bashful lashes, he felt torn between.

"Am I?" The murmur of your voice was rich with something dark and exciting, something that lit up his ear and made his stomach tighten.

Bucky's voice was husky on his reply as he offered both clarification and escape route. He wanted everything on the table before the negotiations came to a close. "Any other rules?" His face spread in a hot, almost feral grin, one that left no doubts as to what rules he was asking about. "Any other lines you don’t want crossed?"

The corner of your mouth lifted in a grin equally hungry, equally reckless. "Nothing comes to mind." Your eyes reminded him of sultry whispers, heated words. "I think we can play it by ear from there."

Bucky felt his heart race in exhilaration and wondered what he'd gotten himself into. He couldn't wait to find out. "I’m happy to dance to your tune."

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 8, Ch. 12

PART 8: WHERE IT ALL ENDS Chapter 12 - Now, Then and Forever

Charlie

“And then I looked him in the eyes and he just backed down.” Dominik slammed his beer bottle at the table, laughing so hard, finishing his story. Andrei almost fell from his seat and I brushed a tear away, laughing so much.

“Dom, there is no way the Ukranian Ironbelly just gave up when you didn't give him food.” I said, still laughing. His story was ridiculous and unbelievable but the way he was telling it was too funny not to listen.

“If that was true mate, you wouldn't be sitting here in front of us.” Andrei followed.

“You bastards, never believing me.” Dom rolled his eyes, knowing full well he was full of it. “You'll see when...”

But he didn't finish the sentence. His eyes widened as he looked at something behind Andrei and me. We both turned around and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Bill's Patronus, moving towards us.

“Charlie. Gather everyone you can. There is a battle at Hogwarts.” Bill's voice said and we all stood up at once.

“Alright!” I clapped my hands together. “For all we know they can be fighting for hours already. Get everyone and send out as many messages as you can, we need to go now!”

“There won't be time to set a Portkey, Charlie.” Andrei said.

“We'll apparate and hope for the best. We can't lose any time.” He nodded and we started gathering people around.

All across the village people started apparating, nodding at me or looking taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere. I was just hoping we weren't too late and the people we have been getting to join us in all these years will be of help during the battle, no matter how many we will be able to inform on such short notice.

“Good luck, mate.” Andrei pulled me into a hug before apparating. We agreed that we should all apparate into Hogsmeade and go to the school from there since we didn't know what was happening and where the reinforcements will be needed most.

When I got there, everything was quiet. It looked like it was half abandoned. As more people appeared, the windows and doors of Hogsmeade houses started to open.

“C'mon! There's a fight going on at Hogwarts. Grab your wands and let's go!” I started running from door to door, shouting at the confused villagers.

“Who are you?” I turned around to see a rather large man standing there.

“Charlie Weasley. We brought more people. We heard there's a battle. Who are you?” The man looked astonished and frightened at the same time.

“Horace Slughorn.” He introduced himself. “I came here to get more people.”

“Good.” I nodded. “Then you can start pointing them to the direction where they should enter the School Grounds.” He didn't say anything, just nodded and hurried past me.

I waited a bit longer, for more people to appear but when I saw that several older villagers, unfit to fight, were shouting from their windows where they should go, I joined the group, marching towards the school.

Once we reached the barrier, we stopped. There were so many of us that I was certain we were going to win this without even knowing what was going on. We listened for a bit but couldn't hear anything. Then a few rows in the front started shouting literal battle screams. The rest of us joined as we wanted to let the fighters inside know that we are coming to help.

Once we got to the Courtyard, I didn't have time to look for any familiar faces or my family. Everything was in pure chaos. I needed a moment to focus and distinguish between our fighters and the enemy.

Before I knew it, I was throwing spells and jinxes in every direction. It was much worse and much more intense than the battle in the Sanctuary but I didn't lose focus. This was my moment to get revenge. To make as many of them fly in the air, losing their breath and getting hurt as I could.

It felt good to fight again and the pure adrenaline in my veins didn't allow me to get tired even though I felt as if I was fighting for hours. I saw Bill fight for a split second with the corner of my eye. And mum and dad as I turned around. There was a moment when I thought I saw Ginny but mum wouldn't allow her to fight, would she?

Before I could think twice about it, I already had two new Death Eaters standing before me, missing one's green light coming from his wand by millimeters. I was able to stun one and disarm the other and there was a new one making his way to me.

Before he could raise his wand at me, someone that I didn't know, hit him with a jinx from behind, and as his eyes widened, he hit the ground. I nodded to the person who saved me from the enemy and looked around to see where I should go next and who should I help to fight.

I felt something sharp hitting my back and my vision darkened. When I opened my eyes, I was still at Hogwarts but everything around me was white and blurry. I saw a tree in the distance and something shimmering and I knew I was by the Lake where I proposed to Nova. I carefully stepped forward, not knowing what is going on or why am I seeing this. I didn't feel any pain from the blast. My heart started racing and I felt like I always did when I held Nova in my arms. Warm, calm and loved.

“Hi, Charlie.” Tears blurred my eyes and I felt my whole body get numb. I turned around.

“Nova?” She was standing in front of me as real and as healthy as I had her in my memory. She was wearing a long white dress and the Dragon necklace I gave her for her 12th birthday.

“Am I dead?” I was lost for words. There hasn't been a day in 3 years that I didn't wish to see her face again.

“No. You're going back.” She smiled gently as she stepped closer.

“What is this, why can I see you?” My voice was shaking. I didn't believe I would ever see her again and here she was.

“I brought you here.” She was still smiling. “You are hurt, but you will be fine. I just took this opportunity to talk to you.” She explained.

“Is this real?” I took a step toward her, not really knowing what would happen if our bodies met. “Will I remember this when I wake up?”

“It's real and only if you want to.” She nodded.

“Can I touch you?” I asked desperately. I knew I was hurt, probably laying on the floor while different colors of spells, jinxes, and curses flew around me but I couldn't help to think that this was the best thing that happened to me since she died.

She took a step closer and grabbed my hand. My whole body started shaking when I felt her touch. I pulled her in a hug and buried my fingers in her hair.

“I missed you so much!” Tears started pouring down my face. Embracing her felt so real as if she never left.

“I know. I miss you too, Charlie.” I felt her chest shaking and I knew she was holding in the tears.

“Char.” How I longed to hear her say my name like that just one more time. “I brought you here for a reason.” She gently pulled away from me but I kept my arms around her waist.

“You broke your promise to me.” She sighed.

“What?” I didn't. I promised her I will be what I always wanted to be before I gave her my heart.

“You promised me you'll be happy.” She couldn't hold back the tears anymore. “This,” she placed her hand on my chest, “is not being happy.” It felt as if she was touching my soul. A certain heat radiated from her, keeping me calm and I felt content after a long time.

“I can't, Nova. I can't get over you. You are the love of my life and...” My voice broke completely and I felt as if I couldn't breathe, my throat tight. “...I know it's been almost three years but there isn't a day that I...”

“I know.” She stopped me as she cupped my face.

“Can you go to our...” She stopped me, putting her hand over my mouth, shaking her head. I was curious what this place was. Was it connected to the real world? Could she still be there?

“No, but I can feel you all the time.” Another tear marked her face. “Charlie, I didn't die so you could be unhappy. I want you to live your life not do your job and beat yourself with guilt over me.”

“Nova...” I tried steadying my voice. “You know me. You know I can't.” I pulled her into a tight embrace again. I didn't know how long this was going to last and I wanted to savor every second of it.

“Charlie...” She pulled away and lifted my chin. “You have to forgive yourself. What I did was my decision and I don't regret it. If I would have a chance to do it all over again, I would save you every time and there was nothing you could do to stop me.” She pressed her forehead to mine.

“I wanted to do it and you beating yourself over it is not worth it.” I opened my mouth but she stopped me.

“It pains me every day when I feel how you torture yourself. You can't live like this, Char.” She whispered.

“Then let me stay here with you.” I blurted out. “I don't want to live without you, Nova.” We were both crying but I felt so calm. I knew if I was back in my world, I would feel my chest ripping but I think her presence was keeping me calm. She was keeping me from falling apart.

“I can't let you do that.” She lowered her head, shaking it. “You have to live your life. Move on. Find a girl.” I winced at her last words. I could never do that. “Settle down. Have a family like you told me you wanted.” She looked me in the eyes but I looked away, it was too painful to think about things like that without her in the picture. “Remember, 2 girls and a boy?” She let out a small chuckle.

“But I wanted that with you. You don't understand...” I completely shut down. I couldn't believe I was talking to her again knowing I will soon open my eyes and never see her again. “I never wanted anything other than work with Dragons and then I met you and I fell in love and I had something I never even thought imaginable and I saw a different future for myself. Everything that I told you that day was created in my head because of you.” I couldn't stop crying and I didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse. I never wanted to let go of her.

“You know...” She started after a long silence. “There was a moment when I was considering coming back as a ghost.” I pulled away and looked at her. “But I knew it wouldn't be fair to you. I was hoping you would move on. It pained me knowing you would be with someone else but it would be better than this...” She pressed both her hands against my chest. “Charlie, I don't want you to be so sorrowful.” She started crying again.

“And what would you do if the situation was reversed?” I asked with a shaky voice. If she was going to tell me she would've moved on, I would promise her to try and do the same.

“That's not important.” She shook her head, I could barely hear her. “It is to me.” I cupped her face and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as I remember. I pressed her tighter onto my body. It was just as I recalled; tender but with so much hidden passion. I tried to memorize the feeling of her touch because I never wanted to forget it.

“I wouldn't.” She said very quietly almost as she was ashamed of her answer. “I could never...” She stopped talking when her voice broke. I knew she would feel the same as me if the situation was reversed and I knew she tried her hardest to lie to me just to convince me to move on but I couldn't blame her for failing. I wouldn't believe her anyway.

“Then how do you expect me to do so?” I kissed her again, feeling like I will never be so lucky again, to hold her in my arms. “It comforts me to know that even though you're gone, you can feel my emotions but my love for you will never go away. One moment we were fighting together and the next you were gone and I knew at that moment that everything I ever wanted with you, will never happen for me. It's not worth it without you.”

I buried my head in her shoulder, the look in her eyes, the understanding which told me she knew exactly what I was talking about because she would feel the same if it was the other way around. Her look pained me more than anything and after all these years, I have never wished so much to have her back.

“At least promise me you will forgive yourself.” She said softly after a long moment of both of us crying. It made me look at her. “Promise me, Char.” I didn't know what to say but I did feel different. I felt like something was lifted off my chest. I finally got the closure I needed all these years to know she was somewhere safe and peaceful.

“I promise.” I whispered, my voice rough. “Will I ever get to see you again?”

“I am already breaking a lot of rules by being with you for so long.” She chuckled.

“Tonks and Tulip would be proud.” I said, smiling. I still couldn't comprehend how this was happening to me and where exactly were we.

“Just remember that I am with you at all times.” She smiled reassuringly. It made me feel better, knowing that she was, in a way with me, even though I couldn't see her or hold her.

“Char.” I closed my eyes as her voice filled my ears and I wanted to remember it. “It's time to go back.” She was crying but her lips were curved up. She hugged me again and I closed my arms around her as tight as I could.

“You will be okay.” She whispered in my ear. “I promise I will be waiting for you when it's your time.” I felt much better about going back, knowing that one day, we would be together again, like we were meant to be. I could live with that.

“I love you, Nova. There are no words...” I felt my throat tighten again.

“I know. I feel it.” She tried smiling. “I love you too, Charles.” She buried her fingers in my hair as she pulled me closer and kissed me. My whole body was shaking, shivers down my spine and I could feel my heart beating just like the first time we were standing under this tree and I told her how I felt about her.

I suddenly felt as if the wind was blowing me away, I heard noises that I couldn't define and I felt my whole body ache as I opened my eyes, I knew I was back.

“Thank you, Nova.” I whispered to myself and wiped the tears from my face. I felt her everywhere. I felt her on my chest, her breath on my ear, her fingers in my hair. I felt her last kiss as if it never stopped. Something filled my chest and I felt hopeful. It was the first time since she passed away, that I knew, I will be okay.

THE END

A/N: I can't believe I just posted the last chapter! This is it! My first story is now officially fully on the internet. I don't know whether to smile or cry, it's kind of overwhelming, not going to lie! 🥺

I want to thank every single one of you that read it. Honestly, it means so much. I decided to post this story to get over my fear of being rejected and I wanted to prove to myself that I can commit to something and post every day no matter the consequences. Truth be told because I am new to Tumblr and still don't know how exactly it works, I thought I will just publish a chapter per day and have this blog as a sort of private library for my stories. I had no idea anyone would find it and read it, let alone comment on it and send me such nice messages about it.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed publishing it. With everything that is going on in the world right now, waking up and looking forward to posting the next chapter and reading through it one more time has brought me so much happiness and my love for writing has been at least doubled and I can't wait to read more stories and write and publish new ones!

I have always seen the internet as this negative space of bad criticism and negative energy but Tumblr has proved me wrong on an almost daily basis. Everybody is so nice and amazing and encouraging and I think we need more sites like this because a lot of people would love the internet more.

I don't even know what else to write, I can't find the words to express how thankful I am for everyone who interacted with me during this story. It's been so fun and made me laugh so many times, so thank you again! ❤️

With that being said, I have a secret...

I might have done something that I didn't quite expect I would do but I just couldn't help myself!

Part 8 of this story has been so overwhelming. From the beginning to the plot twist, to everyone freaking out about Nova dying. I have finished writing this story in February and publish the first part on 16th March. I knew back then what happens in Chapters 6 and 7. I knew how everything turns out and how the story ends. But once I published it, once it was finally “out there” I felt so bad and so sad for Charlie. My characters grew on me after so many months and when I published those two chapters I needed something happier. I needed some fluff, a happier ending. I started reading different stories but nothing helped. I figured I needed a happier ending for Charlie, for MY version of our Dragon lover.

So...

I did a thing...

I wrote myself a happier ending. An alternative, if you will. It's more of another chapter with a plot twist, I guess. My dilemma now is...should I post it tomorrow? Should I make it see the light of day or should I put it in a folder on my computer and never speak of it again?

Don't get me wrong, I love the ending. I LOVE Chapter 12. It's one of my favorites. But I love the other ending just as much. I want you to decide if I should publish it. I don't want to ruin anything for anybody in case you liked the ending and you are content with how the story ends.

I will be happy either way because this has been a lovely journey. So thank you again and have a nice day! ❤️

[carolbivers]

"I'm so fucking happy you're okay meuf!!" Jo says as she arrives with Max and Sekou at the hippodrome. She jumps up and hugs Lola, clinging on to her for way to long. For the past hour it was just lola, Elliot and the gang there, preparing everything for the movie showing, but now other people had started to show up, including the girl gang, some of elliot's college friends (Elliot actually had friends! Lola never doubted it. How could he not?) and, of course, lamif.

Lola was very happy to see the three of them and she couldn't stop smiling. After Jo finally let go she spotted Elliot and jumped on to him as well, as Max smiled at Lola shyly and gave her a warm hug. "It's so good to see you", he said. "I really hope you're doing better". Lola smiled and they let go and she gave him a smile as it was Sekou's turn for a hug. Jo let go of Elliot and started blabbing about him and his movie and that Friday and how excited she was to work with him, without noticing behind her that Arthur, Basile and Yann were staring at this weird girl that was obviously obsessed with Elliot, while Lucas was standing next to them laughing and exchanging looks with Elliot, who was laughing too.

"What the fuck is happening, man?" Yann asked Lucas and the other too looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Elliot has a fan!" Lucas said happily. "She's a friend of Lola's. I think they met threw the urbex thing".

"Oh, that's right!" Bas said. "Daphne told me something about that too! So she's a friend of Maya as well?"

"Wait.. Who is Maya? What is the urbex thing?" Asked a very confused Arthur. "Gosh, I feel like I've missed everything because of the fucking bac!"

They laughed. "It's okay man! It's all over now and we get to chill." said Yann and put an arm around Lucas and Arthur that were sitting next to him on each side.

"Exactly! And now, that you're gonna be an amazing and brilliant graphic designer, everything will be amazing and we'll never miss a thing again!" Baz said and hugged Arthur.

Elliot walked towards the gang with Jo still babbling walking behind him and Max, Sekou and Lola, laughing while following them.

"So!" said Elliot, excited. "Max, Sekou, Jo, this is Yann, Arthur, Baz, and Lucas, my boyfriend. Guys, these are the kids that helped me with the filming-"

Elliot wasnt able to finish his sentence as Jo's screaming interrupted him.

"LUCAS!!" she screamed and jumped on him, hugging him very tight. "You have no idea how much I've heard about you!! You're, like, a legend! I was really jealous of you in the beginning, but after Elliott's stories I love you!" she said and continued talking while the rest of them laughed. Baz got up and looked at Sekou and Max, with his weird fake strict look.

" So, mecs! You are friends of Lola, right?" he said, as the other two nodded. "Well, you know who I am, right?" he asked, and they shook their heads. "What??" he said, disappointed. "Well, I'm like, Lola's official older brother. I'm dating her sister, you see. Ah, look there", he pointed, " the beautiful one with the long, blonde hair. So, if you ever mess with Lola.." he looked at them seriously, "I probably can't take you, let's be real, but look at my gang over here, we are ninjas and we'll find you!! Check de gang, mecs!" He said and the gang ignored him. Lola laughed and she though Basil's and Jo would be so much fun as friends. " Thanks, big bro" she said jokingly and Baz looked at her with so much love in his eyes that he immediately needed a hug, even though he waited for Lola to nod a yes. They hugged tightly, and when they let go Basile almost had literal tears in his eyes.

After that, Lola let the gang and la mif mix and walked towards her sister, who was chatting with her friends.

"Salut!" Lola said. "How are you girls?"

"oh, meuf, we were just talking about how Manon and Charles broke up!" Emma said.

"Emma! You can't tell this to everyone! It literally just happened!" Alexia said.

"it's okay, it's okay!" Manon interrupted. "It was a long time coming. Like, a long,long time. I tried to ignore all the shitty things that he said or did, because I was so in love with him. But in the end, it wasn't worth it. The love faded away and his true colours were just more and more obvious. And I completely lost sight of who I am all this time. He literally stands for everything I hate. I thought that I was in the wrong for so long, that I had my standards too high, but I just couldn't do it anymore. So I'm actually really relieved, and really happy". She smiled.

"that's great, Manon." Emma said. "I mean, sad, but great. You should just be happy.

"Yeah! And if he doesn't make you happy, then fuck him! I never liked him anyway", Imane said.

"Anyway, can we talk about you trip to Morocco?' said Manon to Imane. "Are you excited?"

"So excited! I can't wait" Imane said and smiled at Sofianne who was looking at her from a few meters away.

"Can we also talk about Alexia?" Daphne said. "Our brilliant, multi talented girl! Lola, did you know she is taking a gap year, travelling the world, because the girl is too good at too many things to decide right now what she wants to do?"

Alexia smiled and blushed a little. "Oh, stop it!"

"No, girl, that's really cool!" Lola said. "Are you traveling alone?"

"Yeah, mostly. I just really need to see other cultures and places, meet new people, you know? Get inspired. Emma, who is also kinda lost, though in a different way, is gonna come to a couple of places with me, and these other ones are gonna visit some times, and Arthur will probably come to a place or to at some point. He also wants to travel."

"oh, Arthur? Didn't you guys use to date?" Lola asked.

Alexia smiled. "Yes, and it ended in a disaster. Honestly, I'll always love him, you know? Even if it is just as a friend. But who knows? Maybe everyone deserves a second chance. But also, how cool would it be if I got myself an international girlfriend?" The girls laughed and Daphne pulled Lola aside to talk.

"How are you doing today?" she asked Lola.

"Better", she replied. "Taking it slow, you know? I actually cannot wait to meet my new therapist, which is weird for me. But I think I'm ready. Ready to talk. Ready to take all the help I can get."

Daphne smiled. "I'm really proud of you, Lola."

"that's bullshit. You have nothing to be proud. All I have done so far is create problems. With you, with Maya, with Lucas, with Elliot.. I literally run away, like, a few days ago".

"Yeah, but did you see anyone mad at you? Nobody is mad at you, Lola. Sure, you have done some things that weren't great. But youve apologised and we understand. It's okay. We're all here for you. You know I'm not perfect either. But as long as you're staying strong, I'll stay strong."

"You are the strongest person I've ever met".

"I'm not that strong. But having you helps a lot. And I also wanted to tell you something else. I finally went to the therapist."

"That's great! That's amazing! Daphne, I'm so happy for you."

"thanks. It was hard, I'm not going to lie. But I had to. I've been avoiding this for way too long. And just having Basile cook for me is not enough", she said and laughed. Lola looked at her lovingly and she hugged her tight. "I love you", she whispered.

"I love you too, Lola" Daphne whispered back.

That's when Daphne spotted Maya coming through in crowd and let go of Lola. Lola followed Daphne's eyes and she saw Maya. Her heart started beating a little faster and her face was covered in a smile she couldn't hide.

"Go to her", said Daphne.

Lola smiled at her sister and walked towards her girlfriend.

"Salut!" said Maya, smiling.

"Thanks for coming", said Lola, and she wrapped her hands behind Maya's neck, kissing her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Maya said smiling, after they let go. "Your cinematic debut! You're gonna be a huge star one day!"

Lola laughed and kept looking at her.

"Listen, Maya. I know we didn't get to talk that much the other day because you were working, but I just want you to know that I don't want you to ever be with me because you feel sorry for me or whatever. And also I just want you to know that I know that I've hurt you, and I'm really, really sorry for everything. But I'm trying, and I'm gonna try even harder to be better, to do better. But I'm not always going to be perfect. There's probably gonna be times that I slip up, and that I fuck up, and I'm gonna be shit again and I could hurt you again. It's never my intention to do so, but I don't know if I can always control it. So I want to apologise in advance, and I just want to say that, if you can't stay with me during the bad times, it's totally understandable! But maybe we shouldn't do this at all, then".

Maya looked lovingly at Lola, the girl she had a crush on the fucking day she first met her. She smiled.

"You know, mon amour, I know some things about these stuff. I understand. And even if I don't understand everything, I would love for you to explain things for me, only if you want. And I've fucked up too, I shouldn't have ghosted you, I shouldn't have been with Char and I shouldn't have left that day you broke up with me since you clearly weren't okay. And I'm not with you because I feel sorry for you! I'm with you because I'm in love with you. Fuck, I'm crazy for you. I fell in love with you the second I saw you walking down those stairs that day we met, and I just kept falling more and more ever since. And I promise, I'm not gonna leave you when things go wrong. I swear. No matter how bad they get. Unless you,like, cheat on me or something". She laughed.

Lola laughed too. "You don't have to worry about that. I could never even look at anybody else when I'm with you".

They both smiled at each other.

"So we're good?"asked Maya.

"Yes. We're good" Lola said and Maya hugged her.

Elliot and Lucas where looking at the girls from a distance, smiling. Elliot was feeling so unbelievably proud.

"Did you do this? Did you get them back together?" Lucas asked.

"No! No no no" Elliot answered. "Okay, maybe I helped a little" he continued, smiling happily.

Lucas smiled and stepped on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Elliots neck and kiss him on the cheek.

"You know, I'm really proud of you", he said.

Elliot blushed. "Oh, come on! What did I do?'

"Are you serious? You wrote a movie, you filmed it, you directed it, you star in it, you have your first ever official showing tonight! As if that's not enought for me to be proud of?"

"Okay, I guess that's true", he answered smiling. Then his smile got smaller. "But I disappointed you last week".

Lucas stopped smiling as well. "I'm not disappointed, my love. You could never disappoint me. I knew from the beginning that things like that could happen. And you didn't do anything that bad! I'm not disappointed in you. I'm not mad at you. I was just, really, really worried. And scared. But it turned out that you were okay, so I'm okay. Do I wish you wouldn't have gotten drunk? Of course. Do I wish you hadn't attack that security guy? Of course. Do I wish you would have called me before everything happened so I would at least have known about it? Also of course. But it happened. I was just mad at Lola, but I'm not anymore. She apologized and she knows she shouldn't have treated you that way. And she was in a really bad place. But she also can't be held responsible for your actions, only for hers. And you are the one that should or should not be mad at her."

Elliot sighed. "Well, I'm still sorry, Lucas. I hate worrying you, especially in the middle of your bac. And it's not all her fault. I was just insecure and she stepped on those insecurities. It just... sucks to be different sometimes, you know? It sucks to feel like people expect me to fuck up, all the time. It sucks to feel like I'm nothing more than my mental illness, you know?"

Lucas took his hand. "You know that I don't see you that way, right? You are not your mental illness to me, Elliot."

"I know, and I'm sorry that I doubted you in that moment. I'm really lucky that I have you in my life" he said and Lucas smiled and kissed him.

"I'm also and yet again really sorry that I didn't tell you about urbex earlier" Elliot mumbled after the kiss.

Lucas laughed. "Okay, I was mad about that. But Im over it know. Just, don't lie to me again, like, ever. Okay?"

"I promise", Elliot replied, and they kissed again.

Everyone was dancing and talking and laughing and Elliot was so happy when he saw Idriss and his friends walk in. They hugged and laughed and chatted. Everyone greeted them and Imane and Lucas found themselves alone together.

"So, is everything well?" Imane asked.

Lucas sighed. "Yes, now, everything is fine. Finally. Chill. No bac, no more angsty best friends losing their hearing and cheating on their girlfriends, no more boyfriend getting drunk with a 16 year old. Hopefully they learned their lesson and will both get better."

Imane smiled. Lucas turned to her.

"What about you, miss future-doctor? Going to fucking Morocco with your habibi, then what? You'll start med school, you'll get married? How is everything going for you?"

Imane laughed. "Well, I can't complain. The bac was very difficult, let's be real. But now I'm really excited", she said, while staring at Sofianne who was chatting with Idriss and Elliot.

Lucas looked at them too. Then he looked at imane. "Who would have thought, right? The gay guy and the Muslim girl, best friends, while dating a non Muslim guy and his best friend".

"We are not best friends!" Imane answered while laughing.

"Fuck that! You are definitely my number one girl best friend" Lucas said.

"Okay, okay. If it's like that, then you're my number one boy best friend too."

They smiled at each other and they heard Elliot yelling "Okay, everyone! Movie is starting! Take a seat!"

Everyone sat in front of the screen. Daphne next to basile, holding hands. Next to them was Sofianne with Imane, then Yann next to his girl best friend, Emma, then Alexia and Arthur, and then Mika and Camille who had also showed up for the film, next to them Noee with her new girlfriend. They were both friends with Arthur and Alexia. Lucas and Elliot where sitting next to the projector, Elliot being extremely nervous but Lucas holding his hand, trying to calm him down. The la mif guys were really excited to see what they had created, but they were also really excited to see Lola and Maya together for the first time. They were teasing them lovingly and they were all grinning. Lola had now rested her head on Maya's shoulder, while Maya was excited to watch her girlfriend in the big screen.

All of the grew were kind of sad and melancholic, thinking about this being one of the last times they'd all be together. But they were all really excited about the future and the new adventures it held for them.

[angelfire115]

Such a surprise

It was an important day, a day to remember. It was Charlie's birthday, her 50th century one as well. It was pretty unbelievable for her that she's lived so long. Her parents promised to throw an amazing ball every century to celebrate the life she's lived and today was that day. Everyone was coming, her friends and family were all gonna be there. And all sorts of important people from all across hell. Other nobles and even a few overlords were going to go.

She was a little nervous, she had always been excited for her grand birthday ball but since her Happy Hotel announcement, she wondered if anyone outside her circle was even going to show up. Even if the king and queen invited them, would they want to see the disappointing princess of hell? She didn't even want to think about her seeing her father again. She was looking forward to a great time and seeing her mother but still, she couldn't help but be on edge.

During the drive there, Charlie sat with a nervous look on her features. Tapping her feet on the floor and playing with a ribbon attached to her golden dress, she fiddled and twitched, imagining all kinds of events that could all lead to disaster. Vaggie, her best friend, noticed her behavior and moved to her side. Placing her hands on both her shoulders, massaged them a bit to get her to relax. Vaggie: "Come on Charlie, it will be fine, you'll be okay, I promise".

Charlie looked up to her friend and smiled sweetly, Vaggie was always there to help and was glad she was always by her side. They've been friends for years and its been fun. Angel dust sat on the other side of the limousine, all dolled up himself. With that large poofy wig that sat snuggly on him and his long shiny dark pink dress with a slit on his right leg, plus all the make up, his poofy chest and wonderfully made nails. No one that's ever heard or met him could even guess he was a male.

With one last look on his small mirror he brang, he turned his attention back to the other two. He may have looked like he wasn't paying attention but somehow he was. Angel Dust: "Come one Char, you freak out too much, this is your birthday party you only have once a century, you gotta enjoy it". He was somehow being supportive, at least in a good enough mood to be helpful.

Angel dust: "Anyway, this might be a good opportunity to score yourself a man, someone that can even help you boost your hotel with their money, its how I get by". Charlie rolled her eyes and went back to pouting as Vaggie glared down Angel. Charlie: "I'm not using someone for their money Angel, anyway, I'm not really interested in relationships right now, I'll just have fun and get through the day". Vaggie smiled and gave her friend a side hug. Vaggie: "That's the spirit".

She may have calmed down on the ride thanks mainly Vaggie with some help from Angel but when she reached the building with the ball, her nerves started to build once more. There were a lot of people at the front, so many it was hard to see the front door. It was a surprise too, why would anyone want to be here? Was it because of free food or was it Charlie's parents? Could be any of those reasons but at least there were people to make the place complete. Not that, that was any more reassuring.

The place did look amazing especially on the inside. Chandeliers, large white and clean tables, decorations and lights filled the ceilings and a large beautiful sign saying "Charlotte Magne Birthday Ball" hanged up under a porch area where her parents were to make the announcements and speeches. The food especially was amazing, all her favorites on every one of them.

When she walked down the stairs is when everyone looked up, quieting the room. She looked around, now more nervous as she saw all the eyes eyeing her, judging her. She smiled to everyone brightly, a sort of greeting she was able to give on the spot. But everyone just went back to talking. Making it back down the stairs with a nervous sigh, she immediately ran into Niffty and Husk.

Niffty: "Oh Ms Charlie so glad you're here you look wonderful love the bow do you want me to get you a drink? Or food? Whichever one oh Alastor is over there with Lady Rose if you want to find him me and Husk are just gonna get a drink see ya later". And just like that, Niffty took off with Husk following behind. She always did that, speaking without taking a breath and not letting anyone say a word.

But it was noted where Alastor was. It wouldn't be hard to notice him since he's red and tall and she spotted him immediately. She felt a jolt of excitement, the more she coild stick around her friends, the more comfortable she could be. Followed by Vaggie and Angel dust, they were able to traverse the crowd of demons to reach the other two which were Lady Rosie and Alastor.

Charlie: "Al! Hey, glad you could make it". Alastor turned his attention to the call of his nickname and was able to catch the girl before she almost fell. Alastor: "Hello Charlie, glad to be here, thank you for inviting ma and dear Rosie here". Charlie turned and smiled to Rosie, Alastors friend and companion. She smiled her own toothy smile. Rosie: "You are such a sweetheart Charlie, I was surprised you invited me". Charlie: "Well, Al speaks about you often so I thought it would be nice to meet you and besides, any friend of Als' or any of the others are always welcome".

Rosie smiled a face of interest. Rosie: "Al hmm, how adorable, she gave you a nickname". Alastor smiled more as well, amused by it. Alastor: "Yes, she is a sweetheart". Charlie giggled herself, she always found it amusing of the nicknames people have her so she always tried her own nicknames as well.

The sudden sound of a microphone tuning, silenced the room. Up on a small stage under the balcony stood a tall slim insect demon wearing a long black dress. Announcer: "Hello everyone, I would like to announce the arrival of the king and queen of hell, who have a few words to say, please give a hand to the grand rulers of hell". Loud applause filled the room as both rulers of hell parted the curtains and walked forward on the balcony. As they arrived, everyone, except Charlie, bowed in respect to their majesties.

Lilith: "Thank you all for attending my beautiful daughters birthday, today is her 50th century birthday, a day I always can't wait to celebrate". Lilith's seductive voice sent shivers down nearly every males spine who were too weak to resist. Charlie looked up to Alastor who stood with a wide smile, seemingly unfazed. Charlie: *Typical*. Charlie couldn't help but silently giggle on how hardy Al is in ladies beauty.

Lilith backed away to allow her husband to speak next. Seeing her father sent her own shivers. Their last conversation didn't really end well, even thinking about it made her boil with anger and great sadness. Lucifer: "It is quite an exciting time, my daughter growing more great every day, well, without further adieu, let the event begin".

With that, grand music Charlie enjoyed sometimes, played through the hidden speakers. A floorr was cleared for those to dance. During that time, Vaggie and Angel mysteriously disappeared. Rosie also took off, from what Charlie heard, she went to go use the ladies room or something. Now Charlie and Alastor stood together, kind of alone. Charlie so badly wanted to talk, but something was stopping her and she didn't know what.

As for Al, he also stayed silent, not really moving at all or blinking. Charlie thought she may as well break through whatever kind of hesitation she was feeling. ??: "Well well well, its been a while Charlotte, how have you been?". A voice Charlie recognized spoke behind her. Absolute dread fueled her heart and soul as she slowly turned to face the one person she hoped to never see in her eternal life.

A grueling smile she always dread greeted her as she met face to face with Harold Von Eldritch, her ex. Charlie: "I've been great, Harold, how about you?". Harold smiled crudely as he met her eyes. Harold: "Likewise, wow, its been so long, you're still beautiful as ever". With an elongated finger, he slowly and gently stroked her cheek. The sensation made her sick as she tried not to cringe or flinch. Harold: "How about this, since we haven't spoken in so long, why don't we have a dance?".

Propping himself all gentlemen like, he hwld out his hand for her to take. Before she could refuse his offer and make up and excuse, a hand with very long nails grabbed her shoulder. Alastor: "Sorry dear fellow but me and Charlie here were about to go to the dance floor ourselves, so if you'll excuse us, shall we dear?". Her savior appeared in the form of red. Alastor finally speaking up, held out his own hand for her to take. Charlie smiled thankfully and took it, waving goodbye to Harold as she continued to the dance floor with Alastor.

Charlie: "Thanks for that Al, I didn't know how much I could take talking to him". Making it to the dance floor, they both swayed and danced with the music. Alastor: "Tis no problem my dear, I can't handle that pompous talker either". Charlie rolled her eyes, slightly laughing at his way of saying that. Charlie: "This coming from the king of pompous talking".

Alastor: "Hahaha, oh no my dear, my talking is way more defined then his". Charlie: "So you admit it then, that you are a pompous talker". Alastor: "I didn't say that". Charlie laughed and so did Alastor. They're laughter caught the attention of Angel and Vaggie who were gettimg drinks. Angel dust: "Well well, not what I expected, I did tell her to get a man but I didn't think that one. Kinda fits though if ya think about it". Vaggie became more tense, she never have and never will trust him, ever. And seeing him with Charlie made her blood boil. She just wished Charlie could see the danger.

Vaggie: "There is no way they are becoming a thing". Angel Dust: "You sure? Cause I think she's smiling her face off with all the laughing she's doing". Vaggie: "Uugh!". Too annoyed to deal with anything else, Vaggie moved away to somewhere she could relax. Meanwhile, both Charlie and Alastor continued their dance. Charlie: "Hey Al? How are you a good dancer?". Alastor: "Lots of practice dear". Charlie: "Really?". Alastor stayed quiet for a while, only following the song with a sway. But after that moment he stopped and placed his hands on Charlies shoulders.

Alastor: "My dear, how about we move to the balcony? There I will tell you my secret". Charlie: "Oh?". Guided by his hand, he lead her to the balcony area, alone. While they traversed the crowd, Angel spotted them leaving while drinking a martini. Angel dust: "And where are you two going?". When they made out, the warm air fueled by the burning lava from below was a sort of refreshing feeling compared to the air con filled ball room.

Charlie stretched her limbs, satisfied by the chamge of air. Charlie: "So what are we doing out here?". Alastor, walked to the balcony, leaning against it with Charlie following his lead. Alastor: "Well, you wanted to know hiw I can dance, right?". Charlie looked surprised, he was willing to tell her? Charlie: "Uh okay, how?". Alastor: "Well, my mother, she taught me. When I was young I wanted to go to a dance at my school, but I didn't know how to dance, my lovely mother taught me how to, it was simple at first, but after a while she taught me more. More of the difficult kind of dances, it was enjoyable, ever since then, I've loved dancing".

Charlie listened to his story carefully, she found it amazing and beautiful his story was. Charlie: "Your mother must have been amazing". Alastor stared off, in the blur of the moment of thinking of his mother, he changed to a gentle look Charlie thought she'd never see, from him especially. Seeing that sent something down her spine and shot her heart, nothing she would ever expect to feel in so long or so strong. Charlie: "Alastor". Alastor turned to Charlie, his gentleman expression gone in an instamce but Charlies' deep feeling still stayed.

Alastor leaning in his palm now, stared at Charlie with lowered eyes. Charlie coudnt help but stare back. Alastor: "Yes my dear?". Without thinking, Charlie leaned up and kissed him, right on his lips. The action of it, making his eyes shoot wide open, more open then he probably ever has done in his life. Charlie retracted slowly, her eyes low as she savoured the feeling. She didn't realize what she'd done till she looked back up at Al. Charlie: "I-I, Oh my god I, uh, um, Al,I I". She stammered on her words but it was clear she had no way of getting out of it so easily.

Her only choice was to abort so she left the situation, running back inside, leaving Al to contemplate on his own. Her face turning red, she stopped at the door to the balcony trying to hide her embarrassment. Angel dust, appeared from nowhere, mixing around a glass of wine. Angel dust: "Well, that went well how ya doin princess?". Charlie couldn't speak, only squeal in embarrassment which was a clear message to Angel.

Angel dust: "Alright alright, no need to get your panty in a twist, its ya birthday, come on lets get that red face sorted before you attract a crowd". Both started heading their way to the bathroom. Alastor however, calmly watched over the lava pools that swirled in the area. Alastor: "Hehe". Covering his own face, Alastor built up a red of his own. He was glad no one was on the balcony, he wouldnt want anyone to see it or at least get blood all over his nice suit. Wouldn't suit the eyes for the lovely princess Charlie. Alastor: "Oh Charlie, you are simply a mystery, having caused such reactions from me is unheard of but, still, I look forward to what you can surprise me with next."

Charlastor week: last day (I think)

[captainmarvels]

wicked games [20]

Summary: Put back in his place, Tom realizes it’s going to take more than one apology, and many big decisions, for your relationship to continue. Can he do that?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x fem!reader

Word Count: 2278

A/N: We’re back! Thanks for sticking with this series, I know it’s hard when its not consistently updated but it sucks when I work 9-5 :/ anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think! and please don’t ask for updates, ever! xx

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When it’s all said and done, what is there left to do? 

When your world’s come crashing down, and you’re left standing with the rubble underneath your feet, what can you do?

Build it back up, using old, charred, broken pieces?

Leave it all behind, and start anew?

Or forget it even existed?

Which one hurts the least?

Tom was still on the edge of the couch, his knuckles white as he gripped his knees.

He was at a loss for words.

As were you. Sort of.

You had an idea of what you wanted to say. But you weren’t sure if this was really the right time to make such important decisions like these. 

Yet, you also knew that if you didn’t, there was no guarantee that you could work this out with Tom later on.

It was truly now or never.

You locked eyes with Tom as he looked up; his gaze was glassy, his cheeks flushed a bright pink as he just looked at you, waiting. Hoping.

Taking a deep breath, you rose from the couch, shaking your head when you saw Tom start to mirror your actions.

“Look. If… if everything you said is true - genuinely true -, and if we’re going to try this again, there have to be ground rules. We can’t let the past repeat itself. Ever. This also does not mean I’m forgiving you. It’s a second chance to do things right.”

Tom nodded in agreement, thinking it best to keep quiet as you spoke.

Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you took another pause for air as you felt your heart start to race.

“No more excessive drinking, no drugs, no more secrets. You can’t keep living like this, especially when you say you want to do better. And you don’t get to decide what I can and cannot see or know anymore, Tom. Not if you want me to stay.”

He nodded again, slowly shifting back on the sofa as you continued.

“No more disappearing. I can’t believe that even has to be a rule, for fucks sake. But seriously - stop. I don’t care if you think it's better for the rest of us if you just run off, because it’s not. And you cannot keep hurting Harrison like that, either.”

Tom nodded once more, sighing as he was reminded once more of the torment he’d put Harrison through over the years. 

“It’d be nice if you learned to be emotionally competent - at least a little. If therapy isn’t your thing, well - just try it, please. It’s the least you could do,” You smiled as Tom rolled his eyes at your words, but he nodded in acknowledgement. 

“Is that all?” He clasped his hands together, leaning forward as you sat down across from him. 

“For now, yes. I’m sure I’m bound to think of more soon enough,”

The small smile on your lips was all he needed for his heart to calm down in that moment.

“There’s one thing I think you should know,” You said quietly. Your gaze had fallen from him, your right hand toying with the bracelets you had on your wrist.

“I’m all ears, darling.”

The pet name made you smile, having missed hearing it all this time, whether you’d admit it or not. 

“If we’re being honest with each other, it’s only fair you hear how the past few weeks have been for me.”

Fuck, was all Tom could think as he felt his breathing falter. 

He knew you had every right to make him feel awful and ashamed of what he did to you; remind him of the pain he caused you - but he didn’t think it would happen after you’d given him this precious sliver of hope. 

“I know Haz and Mary have been talking to you. Hell, I was the one who told them to intervene in the first place. Even after I left, I couldn’t help but make sure someone was watching out for you. I needed to be sure you’d be okay without me.”

Tom’s heart seemed to swell with love and and yet fall flat with despair as he listened to you. He didn’t know if he’d be able to handle what you had left to say.

“Leaving was a rash decision, so abrupt and not planned out, I know, but I also knew that in that moment, nothing good would come of it if I stayed. What we had was unbelievably toxic, and I knew better than to make matters worse by sticking around. The way you treated me was never consistent, and I didn’t know whether to trust anything you said because your actions always seemed to say otherwise.”

Your heart clenched at your words, your eyes stinging as you took in a sharp breath. 

“When I showed up at Maggie’s door, she almost shipped me off back home. We sat right here for hours that day, Maggie doing and saying everything she could possibly think of to convince me to move back in with my parents - even said Vancouver weather would treat me better than you.”

You gave a wry laugh, your throat closing in on itself, “I was crying the entire time; I thought my chest was going to collapse on me because I couldn’t breathe. That day was a fucking nightmare, now that I think about it. These past few weeks have been nothing short of that, and believe me, I would much rather not relive any of it.”

In that moment, all Tom wanted to do was so desperately turn back time and undo everything he had said to you that morning; take back all the pain he caused you, all the frustration and hurt he put you through; just everything. It hurt him to hear how much you suffered after leaving, and it hurt him even more that he had been too stubborn to realize it sooner. 

“There’s really not much else to say… it was just endless days of crying, not sleeping, sleeping too much, not eating, keeping odd hours… Maggie had to hold me the first few nights just so I could sleep for a bit. I’m not telling you all this to make you feel guilty, I just… felt it would be best to clear the air and get everything out before starting over.”

“And that’s what we’re doing? Starting all this… over?” Tom’s voice was barely a whisper, feeling like he didn’t have a right to talk after everything the two of you had shared. 

You leaned back on the couch, toying with your thumbs as you mulled over what he said.

“A second chance. I know everyone would say you don’t deserve one, but it’s my life. It’s between us. You’ve clearly had some sort of epiphany, and while I’m beyond happy to see it, I need to make it painstakingly clear that you are starting from square one. Which means no more contract.”

The wildcard.

He’d honestly forgotten about the contract up until that moment, and he could tell it meant a great deal to you that you two discussed this, together. 

If he was going to live up to his word, now was the moment.

“Done. I’ll void them, burn them, shred them, throw them into the ocean, whatever you want, it’s done.” You were slightly taken aback at how easily the words seem to slip off his tongue, but you could tell from the way he looked at you that he really meant every last word.

“That easy, huh?” You joked, chuckling quietly when you saw Tom’s playful smile.

“I’m doing whatever it takes to show you I’ve changed - whatever you want, I’ll do it.” He said.

“Okay then - with the contract goes all the rules, too. I’m done feeling like a throwaway. I love you, and I feel like things might improve if we get rid of all this bullshit,” You almost choked on your words, every ounce of fear and anxiety coming back as you locked eyes with him.

“Tom I barely know the actual you... and I want to be able to do that without all these caveats. If we’re starting over, I want us to be free of any rules. I just want you.”

As he made his way back to the apartment, Tom couldn’t help but smile in sweet relief. 

While he was awestruck and amazed by the fact that you still loved him - that you still wanted him -, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you made him feel.

This was truly the first time in a long, long time that Tom actually considered his feelings, and tried to understand them. 

It was also the first time that Tom was with someone because he loved them; free of contracts, rules, everything that forced them together. This was the first relationship Tom wanted to last for as long as he lived; for as long as you called him yours.

He really was all yours.

Completely elated, Tom didn’t realize he had an unannounced guest waiting for him in the kitchen. He almost fell on his ass when he walked in and saw Harrison sitting at the island bar. 

“Bloody hell, do you just not call anymore? Out of courtesy?” Tom threw an orange at Harrison’s head, barely missing him as he moved out of the way.

“When you give your best friend a key, what’d you expect, mate?” Harrison laughed as Tom rolled his eyes, setting his briefcase on the counter before grabbing a glass off the drying rack, filling it with water.

“So, to what do I owe this surprise visit?” 

“Heard you talked to Mary yesterday. When you weren’t answering my texts or calls, I figured you’d finally grown a pair and gone to talk with Y/N.”

Tom flashed his middle finger in response while taking a large sip from his glass.

“Anyways, I thought it’d be a nice best friend move to be here - literally - for you if you needed anythin’, but you clearly seem to be doing just fine.”

Tom chuckled wryly, smiling cheekily as he moved to the sink and rinsed off the glass.

“Better than fine, mate. I’m fuckin’ ecstatic!” Harrison grinned, clapping a hand on Tom’s back as he sat next to him.

“So I take it the talk went well, then?”

“God no, it was awful. In the beginning, at least. I talked way too much, and I’m pretty sure none of it made any sense. And then she talked, I listened. Can you believe that? I missed hearing her voice so much, I’m sure I was hung on every word she spoke. Anyways, she said she’s giving me a second chance; a fresh start, if you will.”

Harrison’s smile faltered just a bit, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at Tom.

“And what exactly will this second chance… entail, if I might ask?”

“No contract. No rules. And I’m starting from square one, which I think means I have to ‘win’ her over, again. Not that I should have any issues with that,”

“Mate, I hope you’re taking this seriously. Even if she did forgive you and is giving you another chance doesn’t mean you should take things lightly-”

“I’m not taking anything lightly, Harrison!” Tom hit him in the arm, scoffing at the idea his best friend was airing out. “And if you must know, she didn’t forgive me. That’s what this whole second chance thing is for - for me to prove to her that I’ve changed, that nothing will be like it was before, and to earn her forgiveness. I’m not taking any of this lightly, okay? I love her, and I’m not stupid enough to risk losing her again, forever.”

Tom felt the familiar sting of tears in his eyes, and as he locked onto Harrison’s, he couldn’t stop the few that trickled down his cheek. Harrison smiled weakly, resting a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“She loves you, Tom. And you love her. Not to be an utter cheeseball right now, but if you show her how important she is to you; how much you care, I don’t think there’s any way she’d leave again. But you have to give like, a thousand percent, mate.”

“I know, I know,” Tom said, sighing exasperatedly as he rested his head in the palms of his hands. “I’m still scared, is all. I just feel… like, somehow, I’m going to ruin everything again. And that terrifies me,”

“Well don’t forget you still have me; you know I’ll always be here to help you.”

The pair smiled at each other as a city silence fell between them, the sounds of cars honking, dogs barking, and boat horns ringing the only thing they could distantly make out.

Tom cleared his throat and downed the last of his water, placing the glass on the counter before beginning to undo his tie.

“Did anything else happen afterwards? Or was that the gist of the conversation?”

Harrison leaned back in his chair as Tom got up from his seat and made his way to the sink.

“After the whole second chance stuff and the contract, I was afraid to ask about… well, if she was, you know… coming back,” Tom turned on the faucet, the cool water running down his hand as he began rinsing his glass.

“Did you ask?” Tom nodded. “And what’d she say?”

He shut off the water, grabbing a towel off the counter to dry the glass. 

“She said she would, under one condition.” The look on Tom’s face was one of fear and anticipation, all mixed together.

“We have to share the same bedroom.”

tags - part 1

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[penny44224]

BTS imagine :Valentine’s together

I know im late asfuck

Suga

You were currently scrolling through Instagram, watching couples  being romantic. You wished that you could have those surprises with Suga, but you guys weren't even dating. Being in love with your best friend was the worse, especially since he's an idol. While being sad and alone, Suga texted you. You thought he was going to wish you a ”Happy Valentine's Day” or something so romantic to celebrate the day. But when you looked at your phone.

Suga: Hey, my charger some how died on me, could you buy me a new one at that store by your place and bring it to the studio.

You sat there with this look on your face.” I know this dude did not,” you said to yourself.But the lovesick girl you are, you responded

Y/N: No problem

You reached his studio after buying the item he requested. You didn't want to stay too long because you couldn't face him on such a day as this. You knocked on the door but there was no response. You tried a second time, still nothing.

”Suga, if you don't open this door. I'm gonna return this char-”

That's when he opened the door, covered your eyes and pulled you in.

”Dude, WTF ARE YOU DOING!”

”Shh” Suga response.

As Suga moved you to a certain area of the studio, you heard music starting to play. That when he removed his hands. You gasped at the sight in front of you. There were lights lit, heart-shaped desserts, food, roses, champagne and etc.

”I've been trying to think of a way to ask you to be my girlfriend but you know I suck at this shit,” Suga said

You turned to him and kissed his cheek.

”This is so beautiful, I love it. And yes. I'll be your girlfriend if that's what you're asking. You said smiling at him.

He returned the smile

”Shall we?”

“We shall” you replied as you both sat down and began a night of new love

RM

You were on your way to meet up with your friend to have dinner for Valentine's day. You were supposed to be with your boyfriend. But he received called from work, which meant he had to leave early this morning. So your friend decided instead of mopping in the house, she thought it would be fun to go out.You made it to the location, but you didn’t see your friend or anyone there.

”Where is she? Wait, where is everyone?” you said to yourself.

You started to become scared. Until you heard harmonic music starting to play inside the restaurant. You were skeptical about following the music, but something about it drew you in, making you follow it. The music became louder and louder, as you headed towards the rooftop. When you reached the top, you saw rose petals on the floor. As you now followed the rose petals. You found Namjoon standing beside a table decorated with candles and roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby” Namjoon said as he walked toward you and held your waist.

“So that’s why you left so early, so you can do all this.” You said while smiling brightly.

“Of course, Through the rough paths I had to encounter in my life, you have been there no matter what.” Rm replied

“And I’ll never stop,” you said as you pecked his lips.

“Come on, I know your starving baby,” Rm said while leading you to the table.

“Hey, what's that’s suppose to me,” You said while pouting which made him laugh.

Jin

As the sun glazed onto your chocolate skin, your eyes started to flutter open. As you stretched out of your lumper, you felt bed lower beside you. When you turned over, you saw Jin watching a video on his phone.

"I thought you'd never wake up," Jin said 

                                                                                             You scoffed at his answer

"You know what today is?" you asked while  giving puppy eyes to him

"Another day," Jin said while still looking at his phone

" Really, Jin," you said

"It's not our anniversary, so it's not a special day," He said shrugs as he got up and left the room

"Unbelievable," you said as you turned over and buried your head into the pillow.

You thought of a way to forget the fact your boyfriend forgot about Valentine's Day. But that’s when you heard noises in the kitchen. You got up and decided to investigate. You gasped as you saw the decorations and food displayed on the counter. You felt arms wrapped around your waist and kiss the top of your head, even though you were wearing your bonnet.

"Happy Valentine's, my love"

"Sooo, you pretended to forget to do all this," You asked while facing him.

"Well, you took so long to wake up and the food was getting cold. You know I had to wait for you for an hour. You know I hate to waste food and do you have the-"you cut him off by giving him a long kiss.

"Thank you, my lover. I really appreciate this a lot. I'm sorry you had wait so long for me to wake up. Can you ever forgive me" you smiled sweetly to Jin.

He kissed your forehead

"Only if you eat this wonderful breakfast" He returned.

You skipped went to the table and sat down to dive in.

"Did you seriously write this in Spanish? "You questioned Jin

"Don't start!" he said while he starts eating.

Jhope

You were texting your boyfriend, Jhope about how his day was going. He had to help choreograph a new piece with his dance instructor, but it's taking longer than expected.  

You: This is taking too longggg

Jhope: I know angel but  hang in there for me

You: We were suppose to leave 5 hours ago

Jhope: aww I'm so sorry

You: Hey, it's ok. I understand baby. I'll cancel it. We can just chill here.

After you sent that text, Jhope didn't reply back. You figured he was busy once again.  As the sun began to set, you decided its best to change out of your dress. It made no sense of looking good for nothing. That was when the doorbell rang. Once you opened the door, you saw a tall man dressed in a lavish tuxedo, holding a huge bouquet of flowers.  You looked up and saw Jhope smiling down at you.  

"Happy Valentine's Day, my angel,"

"Wha-, How-, I thought you were held up at the studio." You said confused

"Well, we finish the choreography within 10 minutes, soo I had EXTRA time to prepare our night. He said raising his eyebrows.

You took the bouquet from him and placed them on the table.

"Prepared what I may ask," You said while folding your arms

He caressed your cheek

" That will be answered as soon as you take my hand and join me." He said removing his hand from your cheek and held his hand out to you.

You looked at his hand to face and back to hand.

"What movie did you watch to come up with that." You said chuckling

"Y/N just take my hand already," he said whining

You took his hand and kissed it.

" I was joking," You said smiling and pulling him out the door

As you both entered the car, Jhope started the ignition.

"It was on Pinterest," Jhope said quietly even though you heard him clearly.

"OMG, you have a Pinterest, what's your username!"

Jimin

After having to work for 9 hours on Valentine's day was the worst day ever. You wanted to spend time with Jimin but you were called in before the sun even rose. You felt guilty. Because you didn't have time to get him something special for your first Valentine's together. As you unlock your front door you called for Jimin. But you didn't hear any answer. You checked from the kitchen, bathroom and still nothing. But that when you realized you missed one room, your bedroom. As you entered, your bag fell out of your hand slowly and dropped to the ground. Your mouth opened slightly as well. There was roses shaped as a heart saying "Happy 1st Valentine's Day." Balloons everywhere, candles and a Jimin laying down on the bed.

"Hey baby," Jimin said in a somewhat deep voice

You stood there for 5 seconds when you legit ran "Get Out" type towards him

"Ba-Woah, Woah-" Jimin yelled terrified

You jumped on top of him and began to kiss him all over his face

"I.Love.You.So.Much.My.Mochi" you said with every kiss

You then remember you didn't get Jimin a gift. So you pulled away and pouted

"Hey hey what's wrong," Jimin asked gently taking your hand

"I had such a fucked up day, I didn't have time to buy you a gift, I'm so sorry. But-t I'll find a way to make it up to you."Jimin chuckled

"Well, I know one way you can make it up for me," He said with a smirk

He got up and took your hand to direct you to the bathroom. When you both entered, there were dim lights, a bath filled with roses and the scent of lavender floats around the room.

"You can make it up to by enjoying this bath I made for you" He whispered in your ear

With no question asked, you removed your clothes in a swift motion and entered the bathtub.As you sit, you inhale the soft scent and exhale bliss, while Jimin leans on the door frame admiring your relaxed form.

"You know what would be better." You whispered

"What," Jimin asked tilting his head"If the love of my life joins me," you said turning your head to face him.

Once he heard you say "joins" his clothes were removed within second and entered the tub to sit behind you.

He massaged your head as you laid on his chest.

"mm you're making me sleepy," you said as your eyes started to close.

"Then rest my baby, you deserve it," he said as he kissed your sleepy head.

Taehyung

Ever since you guys met, Taehyung would always take pictures. From random photos of any scenic opportunity, he finds to every living thing. But he never took pictures of you like that. You felt down at times about it, but you didn't let it get to you hard. Because it was just pictures, right?It was Valentine’s Day, and you were on your way home with gifts for Taehyung. But you got a text from Taehyung, saying to meet him at an address he sent you. You think much of it and turned on your GPS to proceed the destination.

As you entered the lobby, he sent you another text stating the room number. You went up the elevator and exit to go to the room. As you arrive at the room number, you knocked. No answer, so you knocked again. After being impatient, you twisted the doorknob and found it was unlocked the whole time. You entered with cautious and looked for a weapon that was closest. (Did you really think you were gonna enter an unlocked room that was, in fact, dark. ) You walked around quietly until you saw a light glaring in a room, so you decided to check in there. When you opened the door, you dropped your weapon following by your jaw. Before you were a heart shaped with roses and candles and inside the heart was photos of you and Taehyung.

”You like it ” he heard behind you

As you turn around, you see Taehyung smiling

”I-, I-” you tried to say as tears formed in your eyesHe then came to you and hugged you.

”I love it, thank you so much,” you said as you still look at the display.

”And I love you and all the memories you have given me. You are my heart” he said placing his finger on your chin and moved in to kiss you

Taehyung then felt an object beside his foot”Why is there a whisk on the ground

”Taehyung as he pulled away and looks down between them

”Shhhh, let's not worry about that” you pulled him back to kiss him again but he pulled away

”Was that suppose to a weapon?” he asked while laughing

”Oh my gosh, you ruined the moment!” you said frustrated as you walked lit the room

”Wait, no comeback,” Taehyung said as he runs after you

Jungkook

You weren't really into the whole Valentine’s day thing. You actually thought it was pretty irreverent.Why would people consider showing love or buying gifts for someone as a holiday when you can do it every day.Everyone knew your opinion of Valentines Day, especially Jungkook. As foryour boyfriend, he was so hyped to do something big for your first Valentines together. But after hearing your Valentine’s comments he didn't know what to do anymore.  You guys were casually texting each other. Until you made a  random suggestion that sparked Jungkook an idea.

Y/N: What if we someone made like an ocean movie theater

Jungkook: 🙃tf you smokin baby

Y/N: think about what if they like had the movie screen and the seats where mini pools

Y/N: ok now reading what I just texted it's ridiculous 😂

Jungkook: well you could be on to something

Y/N: yeah people who can't swim watching a movie, yeah it would close within a week. Omg what if the screen fell into the 🙊

Jungkook: 😀wellllll mmyyyy cccuutteee bbbaaby

Y/N: What you want boy

Jungkook: Can you pick up my to- go order at these three places💙

Y/N: UM EXCUSE YOU

Jungkook: if you bring you can have some too😇

Y/N: 😐

After 1 hour of getting food for Jungkook’s monsterous stomach. You reached his place. As you were about to knock on the door, Jungkook opened it.

”Hello,” Jungkook says with a smile on his face.

You looked at him strangely as you placed the food on the dining table.

”Hey” as you tried to read his facial expression to see why if he was smiling so hard.

”Sooo, baby. I know you don't like Valentine's Day, which I completely understand. But I still want to do something special for you”

”Jungkook you really didn't have to do tha” You tried to say

”Nope let me finish, Linda,” Jungkook said pointing a finger at you

You looked him up and down to make sure he didn't just lose his mind”

After the idea you gave me, I thought of an idea we can do together on this (not holiday).” Jungkook said as he covered your eyes and directed you to the location

After a few terrible directions, he removed his hands and as you opened your eyes, words could not  form. Somehow Jungkook made a legit an ocean movie theater. There was a giant inflatable kiddie pool floats in the pool. Inside the kiddie pool was lots of blankets, pillows, and plushies. There are roses and battery operated candles around the pool. Last but not least a projector with the Netflix logo.

“Omg, my, how,” You tried to say but was too captivated by the creation Jungkook made

“You should have known even on our FIRST Valentine’s Day, I wanted to do something special for you. It’s not too Valentineeee, it’s basic Netflix and chill but outside at night...with roses. “ Jungkook says rumbling as he scratches the back of his head.

You hugged him“I love it, baby,” You said with a smile

“well let’s get in” Jungkook he said

You and Jungkook got the food and brought inside the kiddie pool. but you guys decided to change into onesies to set the mood. Once you guys changed, you both struggled to get in the floating kiddie pool. After an hour of watching Netflix, you couldn’t imagine how someone would do something like this for you

“Hey, I really appreciate this. No has ever done this type of stuff for me” You started to say

“BabyGirl, I love you. I will do anything to make you keep that smile on your face.” Jungkook said as he looked into your eyes

You gave him a passionate kiss, but it soon started to heat up

“If you keep this up, you may tip us over,” You said placing a hand on his chest

“ Yah, stop disturbing the movie”

you heard a voice behind you. As you and Jungkook turned around you see the rest of the members in a kiddie pool also watching the movie

“When did you guys even get in here AND HOW WERE YOU GUYS QUIET THIS ENTIRE TIME!” Jungkook asked while you were laughing your ass off.

[cityofaangels]

Endgame Fix-It Fic

THERE ARE HUGE ENDGAME SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, BEWARE!!!

Hope this helps. This is now cannon for me. Thank you.

Pain. What a simple word. Four letters, not even a second to say it out loud. And yet, these four letters could mean so much. He'd thought he knew what pain was. Fair assumption, for someone like him, right? After all, there weren't many people that could say they knew what getting their heart ripped out while they were awake felt like. Lucky him, he knew; even luckier, he knew, because it had happened multiple times. He'd known all sorts of pain throughout his life. The aches and bruises after he'd been too much of a smartass, according to his father – and god, what a fucking irony this was! The dull headache that came after a night spent drinking to forget. The broken bones, open wounds, near-death experiences that being Iron Man enticed. The devastating pain of losing a loved one. Of watching him disintegrate, right in front of his eyes, and being unable to do anything about it. Yeah, he'd thought he knew pain. Like an old friend, maybe; like something he was still afraid of, but knew he could deal with. God, what an idiot he'd been.

What he'd known wasn't pain. It was mere prickles, small slaps on his skin, compared to this. His entire body burned, like he was being lit on fire, his right arm turning red, then black, right in front of his eyes. His knees buckled and he screamed, rage, pain, despair, everything mixed into one inhuman yell. He wanted this to stop; god, make it stop. But the moment stretched, seconds turning into interminable hours, his body convulsing from sobs and pain, unthinkable pain, his knees buckling, sending him face-down into the dusty floor. He could barely see anymore; just flashes of light, a shadow moving far away. So he closed his eyes. Whispered in a broken voice "three thousand times, ladybug". Pictured his daughter. Sweet, funny, adorable, smart Morgan. This hurt more than anything. The thought of leaving her behind, of only having had five perfect, but so short, years with her. He'd been looking forward to so many things with her. Watching stars, getting her to ride a pony like she'd begged for weeks, watching her grow, watching her smile, watching her talk, watching her learn, watching her love, watching her happy. Hearing "hi daddy! " every morning and never, ever getting tired of it. Saying I love you, and thinking it, unconditionally, with his whole being. Knowing his life finally made some sense. A tear made its way down his face, leaving a clear path through blood, dirt, sweat. No. Please, no. Please. No.

And then, just as he was thinking his final goodbyes, just as the brightness of his daughter's smile, the tenderness of Pepper's eyes, the pride Rhodey felt, all flashed in front of his eyes, in an endless moment of pain, sadness and happiness, then, there was a hand grasping his. The fire spread through his body and he could feel the stones' power moving from him to whoever was there, spreading, the pain going from unbearable to simply extreme. Suddenly, it felt like he could breathe again, and he did just so, taking a breath that sounded more like a gasp, jerking on the floor. Turning his head, slowly, oh, so slowly, to see who was there. Pepper. No, he tried to say, but his voice had left him, and he just mouthed the word. Could do nothing but watch as Pepper nodded next to him, and he could almost picture her smiling, that small sad thing she did when she knew there was no other choice. NO, he yelled, internally, but couldn't do anything. No, no, no, please, please, take me, but not her. Not her. Not her, he thought as Pepper slid to her knees, her body jerking, lit up with a billion sparkles.

And then Rhodey was there. His hand in his charred, burned black one, a bright flare of pain that he ignored because – Rhodey. This was a nightmare. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, goddamit. Let him die, let him go, just him. Not his family. He tried, weakly, to take his hands out of theirs, but their grip was unyielding, like it's always been. We're here, Tony, it said, without needing any word. We're here and we chose to be.

A shadow, just in front of him. He looked up, recognised the red and blue. Don't do that, kid. Please, don't. I just got you back. But he was so powerless – once again, all he could do was watch as Peter kneeled next to Rhodey, grasped the colonel's hand, and gasped as the power flew through him, instantly lighting up his suit, a bright flare of colours that could have been artistic in any other circumstances.

Next to him, Pepper gasped, and he closed his fingers tight on hers, tried to summon the power back to him, to save her, but instead, it spread even more. Flew to Nebula, who was watching him, her gaze so reminiscent of the intense one she had when they were playing their stupid game, when she was watching over him as he slept and waited to die. How ironic. Sparks flew over her metal body, and her eyes closed as she fell down, never once letting go of Pepper's hand, never once faltering or hesitating.

Shadow after shadow, their little circle grew. Rocket raced up to them, stopped for a second, and then slid over next to Nebula, just as Groot was joining him. Both of them kneeled, braced for impact.

The pain had abated ��� still there, still burning, boiling his blood, turning his bones to burning wood – and he watched in wonder as still more people joined them. Quill. Gamora. Drax. Thor joined the Guardians, his beard and hair flowing majestically as he braced for the power to hit him, Stormbreaker lighting up like a bright flare of lightning at his feet. Clint ran up to them, let his quiver fall next to him, looked up at the sky, mouthed for you, and grasped Thor's hand. Then Bruce was there, looking majestic and scary when the power of the stones flew through him, bathing his skin in a green light.

Steve came running up, his face bloody and bruised, but still the same determination in his eyes. Bucky was just there, right there behind him, and despite the history between him and Tony, there was not a second of doubt as he took Steve's hand and waited for Sam to join them, his vibranium arm sending sparks everywhere. Scott was suddenly appearing, shrinking from his superhuman size, and Strange was right behind him, looking Tony into the eyes and raising just one finger. One possibility. One. The sorcerer's smile was so gentle, tears started spilling out again.

T'Challa was there too, holding Okoye's hand tight, not protesting when Shuri joined them. Valkyrie slid off her winged horse, a smile on her face.

Then Carol was there, scarily powerful, and she kneeled right in front of Tony, smiled to him so brightly that Tony had to close his eyes again. Her hands were on his bloody face, and he felt unbelievable heat go through him as her fingers linked behind his neck. She was whispering, words that Tony couldn't and wouldn't make out, but he felt his whole body start to tingle, and could feel his friends – his family – reacting to it all around him. Light surrounded them all, unbearably bright, and he closed his eyes tight, braced for impact, for whatever was about to happen. The battle kept going on all around them, yet everything was so silent, frozen still, as if the world was waiting to see which side the balance would tilt on. A flash of lightning and thunder shook the earth all around them, and Tony instinctively tucked his head towards his chest to protect himself. And then he waited. Waited. Opened his eyes. Turned his head. Saw Pepper watching him, the helmet off.

Hope. Four letters. Hope. So many possibilities.

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Toxic Love Epilogue

Epilogue (839 words)

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Pairings: ReaderxJensen, Past JensenxDanneel

Warnings: Pregnancy, divorce

Summary: Jensen surprises you with an important question but you have some shocking new of your own.

The first year of yours and Jensen’s relationship wasn’t easy. In fact it was anything but.

Some where ridiculous, completely laughable, some were just damn right creepy. A few were scarily close to the truth, whispers of Jensen possibly cheating circulating the air. The two of you kept things on the down low, the fear of being found out looming over your heads even though there was no one longer anyone to hide from.

You were pleasantly surprised when you did finally let it slip. Of course you waited until the divorce had be finalised and everything had been settled until you made your first public appearance together. Most fans were excited, surprised but happy for you both besides the odd one or two making bitter remarks.

But none of that mattered to you. You had your friends approval, your families approval and most importantly you had JJ’s approval.

You could still remember the nerves that sent your stomach flipping as you approached the front door of Jensen’s new home, the one both he and his daughter now shared. You’d been so adamant on making a good first impression that you’d stopped in a local toy shop on your way over and bought her an unnecessary amount of gifts.

The minute you’d stepped though the door the blonde hurricane ran at you, her tiny arms wrapping around your leg in a greeting before she peaked a glance in your bags and insisted you played with her. Of course you couldn’t say no to that adorable little face and the two of you had been almost inseparable since.

“JJ c'mon it’s time to go see Shep and Tom!” Your voice travelled through the hallways as you dashed between rooms searching for your keys. You frowned as you struggling to remember the last time you’d seen them, a hand fumbling in your dresser draws hoping you’d find them in a jeans pocket.

You were about to give up and look somewhere else when your fingertips skimmed over a small box, the exterior cool and silk like. You instantly felt your throat dry up, your hands becoming clammy and your heart beating so hard against your chest you half expected it to burst.

“You looking for these?” Jensen appeared in the door way, your car keys swinging from his index finger and a cocky grin lingering on his face that soon dropped as your turned with the objected held firmly in your hand. “Oh.”

“J what’s this?” Your hand shakily out stretched to him, the box feeling ten times heavier than it should have been in your palm.

“Can’t hide anything from you.” He muttered under his breath, head shaking with a small smile as he took the jewellery from you. “This isn’t exactly how I planned to do this.”

“To do what?” You squeaked, breathe hitched as your eyes widened, you didn’t need him to speak to know the answer.

“I think you know.” He laughed at you, sinking down to one knee, your body freezing in front of his. “Y/N I know we didn’t have the best start, but I wouldn’t change this- change you for the world. I was stupid for thinking we could sneak around, for keeping us strictly behind closes doors. But I don’t want to hide anymore, I want every single person to know how much you mean to me, how much I love you. Marry me Y/N.”

“I have a present for you.” You blurted out, quickly turned your back to him so you could ruffle through your bag.

“That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for.” He chuckled anxiously, suddenly feeling stupid for still being on the floor.

“Here.” You practically threw the small gift box at him, watching his face intensely as it changed from confusion to misbelief to shock to happiness, to confusion again.

“Is this- Does this mean?” He gulped, the sound echoing off the walls as his eyes peered back down at the test in his hands.

“I’m pregnant.” The sound Jensen made at the news was unpredictable and you couldn’t help but grin as he leapt at you, arms engulfing your body.

“Yes.” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, the happiness completely overwhelming you.

“This is unbelievable!” He peppered your forehead with kisses, his stubble lightly scratching at your skin as his hand fell down to your stomach.

“No J, my answers yes.” You pulled back just in time to see his eyes brim with tears, your insides melting at the sight.

“You mean it?!” You could hear the wary in his tone, the fear that this wasn’t completely true and any minute he’d wake up now.

“More than anything.” It was your turn to hug him now, your arms finding his neck the same time your legs found his waist, the two of you giggling in bliss.

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