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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Two of A Kind

I’ve been focusing on asks a lot lately because of everyone’s awesome ideas, but I saw a Cut video that was similar to this and just couldn’t resist. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentions of sex and endless simping!

“Are you ready?” Marlene asks behind the camera. Kasey sits alone on a stool in the middle of the room, drumming his fingers on his knees.

“Yep. What am I doing again?”

The video cuts, revealing the same room, this time with James Potter on the stool. “You’re going to be answering a few questions,” Marlene explains. “And then we’re also going to be interviewing your wife and comparing your answers.”

“Oh, God,” James laughs. “Okay, hit me with your best shot.”

A title card appears on the screen. First Question: What was your first date?

Remus thinks for a moment. “Like, our first official date, or something that was definitely a date but we were both too dumb to notice?”

“Kasey took me to an ice rink,” Natalie says. She is inexplicably sitting on a folding chair rather than the stool. “We spent about three hours there, drinking cocoa and talking. It was a ton of fun!”

“Ice skating.” Kasey grins. “She told me she could skate, but she had never stepped on the ice in her life.”

“It was at Sid’s.” Sirius smiles to himself. “We had been together for about three months at that point.”

“Remus asked us to define ‘first date’,” Marlene says, sounding amused.

“Is there a different definition that I’m not aware of? We hung out at Sid’s a bunch before we actually got together, but those didn’t qualify as dates.” He pauses. “Looking back, they kind of were dates. We just didn’t know it.”

The video transitions to Lily and James, whose interviews are lined up side-by-side. “Lily took me to get ice cream after we went for a walk in the park,” James answers with a bright smile.

Lily laughs. “Our first date was a disaster. It was twenty-five degrees outside and we got ice cream. I think our brain freezes lasted about three straight minutes, but I had a great time.”

Second Question: When and where was your first kiss?

“Our first kiss happened on our first date,” Natalie says. “Kase caught me when I fell over and I just leaned right in.”

Kasey’s dopey smile makes his eyes crinkle. “At the ice rink. It felt like something out of a movie.”

Lily frowns in thought. “Oh, god, maybe our sixth date? He dropped me off at my apartment and kissed me goodnight.”

“I pulled a move straight from a John Hughes movie.” James grins and stretches his arms out. “Walked her to the door and everything. It was perfect.”

“Pascal Dumais’ basement,” Sirius says with a light laugh. “Which is a surprisingly romantic place.”

“It happened right after Sirius’ birthday party, which I was tricked into attending.” Remus gives the camera a mock-serious look. “Always be suspicious of Pascal Dumais. Always.”

Third Question: Who said ‘I love you’ first, and what was your reaction?

Sirius bites his lip. “I said it first, but only by two seconds. It was a long time coming, to be honest.”

“Sirius said it first.” Remus smiles at the memory. “We were both kind of wrecks at the time, but it was…amazing. I think I just cried harder and kissed him.”

Lily rolls her eyes fondly. “James said it first. We were both super drunk and he just blurted it out in the middle of the club.”

“She ran away!” James practically shouts as the video cuts to him. “I told her I loved her, she gave me this shocked look, and then disappeared! I get a text an hour later saying she caught a cab and went home, and she signs it with ‘love, Lily’. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

Natalie coughs slightly. “Um, I don’t remember who said it first.”

Kasey grins at the camera. “Natalie said she didn’t remember,” Marlene calls.

“Oh, she remembers.”

Fourth Question: How’s your sex life? Anything you can do differently?

Sirius, who was taking a sip of water, chokes. “Excuse me?”

Remus is dead silent for a second, blinking at the camera in shock. “It’s, uh, good.”

“If we gave you some alcohol, would your answer change?” Marlene asks.

“Probably. Does anyone else feel like they’re suddenly in danger?”

“What sex life?” James snorts. “We have a baby. There is no time or energy for anything anymore.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “You think I want him anywhere near me after I just shoved a baby out of my crotch?”

“It’s damn good.” Natalie winks, uncapping her own waterbottle. “Pro tip for anyone looking for a hockey boyfriend: go for the goalies. They’re flexible.”

Kasey is laughing into his hands when his interview appears. “She said that?” he manages. “Oh, Christ.”

Fifth Question: Do you dirty talk?

“Yes.” Kasey and Natalie say at the same time. James winks, and Lily shrugs with a sly smile.

Remus gives the camera crew a disbelieving look. “Are all the questions like this? Were we lulled into a false sense of security?”

“Answer the question, Loops!”

Remus sighs deeply. “On occasion, yes. I’m going to regret saying that.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sirius says, narrowing his eyes as he sets his water down.

Sixth Question: How well do you sleep?

“Not bad,” Remus says. “Better than I used to, that’s for sure.”

“I don’t sleep,” Lily scoffs. James just looks at the camera and wordlessly gestures to the shadows under his eyes.

“Pretty well,” Natalie muses, slinging one arm around the back of her folding chair.

Sirius nods. “I’d say I sleep well most nights. It’s more comfortable with another person, which was surprising.”

Seventh Question: Why do you feel obligated to share a bed?

“Obligated?” Sirius and Remus say with matching tones of incredulity.

Lily’s smile becomes softer. “I really like sharing a bed. It makes me feel safe.”

“Oh, I love sleeping next to Lily.” James’ gaze turns dreamy. “She smells nice, she’s so warm, and sharing a bed makes childcare much easier when the other person is within reach.”

“You can’t tell her I said this, okay?” Kasey looks around at the camera crew before answering, and his cheeks turn light pink. “Nat’s side of the bed faces east, so if I get up for practice and the sun is rising, she glows a little bit. I dunno, I like it.”

“Kasey is really warm and cuddly.” Natalie says after a moment of thought. “He’s like my own personal heater and I’m never cold if he’s there. Don’t tell him I said that.”

Remus bites his lip before speaking. “I’m not much of a cuddler, but I sleep better next to Sirius than I ever have before. It’s incredible.”

Sirius cocks his head to the side with a smile. “Hmm. Having someone there to hold, especially someone I care about so much, is the best feeling. If I ever wake up in the middle of the night, he’s just…always there.” He half-shrugs. “It’s sappy, but it’s true.”

Eighth Question: Rate your attractiveness on a scale of 1-10

“Eleven,” Lily and Natalie say in unison, as if it’s obvious.

“I’m going with a solid six,” Remus decides after a moment’s deliberation.

“Eight, maybe?” Kasey answers.

Sirius makes a face. “Six? Seven?”

James is mid-laugh when the video cuts to him. “Um, seven. Lily and I have talked about this before and I got in trouble for saying ten, that’s why I’m laughing. Sorry.”

Ninth Question: Rate your partner’s attractiveness on a scale of 1-10

Not a single one hesitates. “Ten.”

“Remus said he was a solid six,” Marlene says as the camera focuses on Sirius.

His eyebrows shoot up. “What? Where is he? Re!”

“What?” a distant voice shouts back.

“You’re a ten!”

“On what scale?”

“Nat said eleven, didn’t she?” Kasey asks with a grin as the clip changes. “I love it when she does that.”

Final Question: What animal is your partner and why? Give three reasons.

Lily gives Marlene a hard look. “Marley, I love you, but what I say right now needs to stay confidential from my husband.”

Sirius laughs quietly. “Oh, he’s going to hate me for this.”

“Lily is a lioness,” James says immediately. “She’s strong, fierce, and unbelievably brave.”

Natalie tilts her head. “Good question. I’m going to go with a bear, since he’s got a big, tough reputation but he’s all soft inside. He’s a pretty solid guy, too, and he likes cold weather.”

“Nat is one of those really colorful birds,” Kasey says. “The ones with big personalities and the pretty feathers.”

“James is a lion.” Lily thinks for a moment longer. “It’s not just that he plays for the Lions, but he really is one of the bravest people I know. He’s protective of his family and cares a lot about keeping everyone together.”

Remus grins at the camera. “Sirius is a dog, and I will happily tell you why. Number one: he loves going for walks. Number two: he is endlessly loyal to the people he cares for. Number three: peanut butter.”

“So, Re is either a cat or a dog, and I really can’t choose.” Sirius’ eyebrows draw together in thought.

“You can choose both if you have reasons,” Marlene calls behind the camera.

“Really? Alright, he’s a dog because he’s friendly, loyal, and brings people trinkets as gifts. Um, I don’t have a legitimate reason for the cat one, but do any of you know that one vine with the cat that’s being dragged around on a leash?”

The camera crew bursts out laughing, and a small picture of the cat appears in the upper left of the screen.

“Anyone who has tried to pick Remus up knows that he looks exactly like that. Goes completely limp, it’s the funniest fucking thing.”

The video cuts to Remus, who raises his eyebrows. “He said what?”

The title card appears and Marlene’s voiceover begins. “Thanks for watching, Lions! Special thanks to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James and Lily Potter, Natalie Darcy, and Kasey Winter for being with us today. Like and subscribe for more!”

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Words: 4,577 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, violence, sexuality, nudity, typical TWD A/N: STUFF. IS. HAPPENING! A/N: This is part of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: The Hilltop and Alexandria are well into preparations for the war against the Saviors, and someone goes missing.

Your name: submit What is this?

A couple weeks later

It had been an eventful couple of weeks. Alexandria and Hilltop were well into preparations for the first hammer blows to fall against the Saviors, but the Kingdom, the latest community Jesus had introduced you to, had just decided to join in the fight after shit went sideways. You and Daryl had stayed there for a few days to help before heading back to Hilltop. The biggest relief was finding Carol safe and sound, although changed from how both you and Daryl remembered her. You knew it was weighing on the archer, but there was simply too much to do to spend more time there and try to figure out exactly what was going on...

The intel from Dwight so far had been untested but consistent. He was keeping you all apprised of the Saviors movements and what Negan seemed to be focused on. There had been some concern after the discovery of the bodies that you and Daryl had been responsible for out by the survivalist cache, but the Saviors seemed to think it was a chance one-off skirmish with some other group and no more heat had come your way. Of course, Negan continued to pressure and terrorize Rick and Alexandria, but they had been able to keep him placated so far with supplies. But that wasn’t going to last forever, and it was almost time to kick the hornets’ nest.

The fine weather, moderate temperatures and ample sunshine, were in harsh contrast to the anxiety and worry plaguing you as you all prepared for a war that you were sure would result in heavy losses. That particular day, Daryl found you down by the armory, helping to sort and finish weapons that had just come from the blacksmith. His tall frame darkened the doorway, and although Daryl was well aware of how worried you were, you still always had a smile for him. He stopped and leaned on the table across from you, drinking in the sight. “Hey.”

“Hey. What’s up?” you asked, setting aside some broadhead arrows.

“Ya still wanna do that pick-up from the ammo cache today?” he asked.

You nodded. “I think we have to.”

He straightened up and nodded. “Yeah. I think so too. I’ll get the gear and my bike. Ya about done here?” he asked.

“Done. Let me just drop these few off to be sharpened. I’ll meet you down by the gate.”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod and headed to your trailer to collect the gear you would need. He was just about done, zipping up his pack, when he heard hurried footsteps coming up to the door, followed by urgent knocking.

Daryl spun and rushed to open it. Jesus was standing on the top step looking deeply concerned. “I think we might have a problem,” he said.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Well, when was the last time anybody saw the little weasel?” you asked, pacing the length of the trailer anxiously. Maggie, Sasha, and Enid were gathered too.

“That’s what I mean. I’m not even sure,” Jesus said. “He’s just been holing up in his office drinking lately. By the time I realized he wasn’t around anywhere I couldn’t even tell how long he’d been gone.”

Daryl let out a low growl. “We shoulda locked his ass up. Guarantee he’s runnin’ off to find some Saviors,” he roared.

Jesus looked dumbfounded. “I never thought he’d actually try something like this. He’ll be lucky if they don’t kill him.”

You rubbed your hands over your face and shut your eyes for a moment. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t go back and stop him, if that’s really what he’s up to. The only thing we can do now is prepare for what’s going to happen.” You met Daryl’s eyes. “Our timeline just accelerated. We need to get word to the Kingdom and Alexandria ASAP.”

Daryl nodded gravely, a shadow over his narrowed blue eyes. “Did he know ‘bout that radio of theirs we’ve got?”

“No. He definitely didn’t,” Jesus said.

“Well, at least there’s that,” Maggie said. “I’ll handle gettin’ the volunteers here all armed and come up with a final defense plan. I’m sure they’re gonna be knockin’ sooner rather than later.”

Sasha shook her head, anger plain on her face. “I’ll set extra watches on the wall. Thank God we didn’t cut him in on our plans.”

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed, straightening up. “Never trusted the bastard. If I see him, he’s a dead man. We’ve got one thing goin’ for us at least. They’re gonna think we ain’t armed or prepared at all. They’re gonna think they’ll be surprising us, but they’re wrong.”

Jesus sighed heavily. “I’ll contact Rick and The Kingdom and then stay glued to that radio. If I hear anything, anything at all, I’ll make the rounds.”

You all had your plans and you watched as everyone cleared out of the trailer. Daryl turned to see you frozen and your face dark with worry.

He moved around the table and stopped in front of you, his hands reflexively landing gently on your hips. “Hey. This ain’t it. It ain’t over,” he said.

You nodded and met his blue eyes. “I know. That’s what scares me. It’s just starting. All the—all the death and destruction is coming. It’s like being on a set of train tracks with a locomotive bearing down and nowhere to go.” Your eyes turned downward, but not fast enough to hide the glassiness in them.

“Hey.” Daryl gently clasped your face and your wide eyes met his again. “Everything is gonna be alright.”

“You don’t know that…”

Daryl nodded and brushed a strand of your hair away from your face. “Ya. I do. ‘Cuz we’ve been makin’ these plans, and they’re all good. Smart. It’s like ya said. Timeline gets bumped up, but they ain’t winnin’. And I will do everything I have to, to keep ya safe. You and every one of our people.”

There was still some seed of doubt in your eyes, but your fear seemed to have diminished some and you nodded before looping your arms around his neck and hugging him against you tightly. Daryl sank into you, breathing in the semi-sweet scent of your hair and smoothing his hands over your back. “I’ve got you,” you murmured into the crook of his neck. Even despite the bad news, Daryl couldn’t help but smile.

“Mhm. And I got ya.” He was still bewildered by your constancy and how each of you seemed to carry the other when you most needed it. It was a give and take he had hardly known in his life. There were no strings attached, no deals or bargaining. You were just there.

The rest of the evening was chaotic as you rushed around preparing for what could come at any moment, but it was almost midnight and still there was no word over the radio that the Saviors were moving.

“If he went on foot, he won’t be anywhere near the closest Savior outpost until tomorrow. And that’s assuming he somehow manages to survive,” Jesus said.

You glanced toward the gate and the inky blackness beyond. “Closest ones we know about…” you said quietly.

Daryl shifted a little anxiously, your worry being his. “Jesus is right though. We best try and get some sleep while we can. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.”

You sighed, but Daryl saw you soften. “Yeah.” You placed a friendly hand on Jesus’ shoulder. “Wake us up if you hear a single peep over that radio.”

He gave you a tight smile and nodded. “You got it. Goodnight.”

“Night,” Daryl drawled, falling into stride behind you back to the trailer. He shut the door behind himself and simply watched you drifting about the space for a moment, getting ready for bed. You felt his eyes on you and paused, turning to read his expression.

“What are you thinking?” you asked the archer.

He shrugged and drifted toward you. “Nothin’. Tryin’ not to.”

You nodded and turned to face him, unable to stand the space between you any longer. You pushed the curtain of dark hair framing his face out of eyes and gently rested your hand lightly along his jaw. “You’re so strong, Daryl. Whatever else happens, I at least know you’re gonna come through this just fine. Hell, you’ll probably be the one to put Negan in the ground.”

“Hey.” He grabbed your hand in both of his, and marveled at how small and fragile it felt, despite how strong he knew you were too. “ What’d I tell ya? We are gonna be just fine.” He pressed your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. You smiled at the forcefulness of his assertion followed by the tenderness of his action afterwards. “C’mon. Let’s at least try and catch a little sleep.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bed and you were eager to comply, falling down heavily with your head on the pillow. Daryl moved behind you until he could press his body against you. This time he was the one who moved until he could tangle his legs with yours. He draped an arm over your waist and his fingers tickled against the bare skin of your side, exposed by the way your t-shirt was draping. His hand suddenly sought more of that contact, pressing lightly, skin to skin.

You smiled at the sensation and your heart raced a little with him seeking that intimacy.

“S’this alright?” he asked softly, his breath tickling your ear.

“Mhm,” you hummed, smoothing your hand over the back of his and pulling him more tightly against you. You shut your eyes and breathed out your tension. You felt Daryl relaxing against you too, and despite all the fear and anxiety of the day, you both were soon fast asleep, feeling safe and like you were safely at home.

_ _ _ _ _ _

By the time the sun was up, you and Daryl were both awake and busy. And it wasn’t long before Jesus came striding up with a grave expression on his face, the radio in his hand. You felt your stomach twist. “What is it? Are they coming?”

He only nodded. “They’re moving out this afternoon.”

“To where?” Daryl asked gruffly. “Just here?”

“I think so,” Jesus said. “I haven’t heard any mention of Alexandria. But if Gregory did make it and did spill everything he knows, they’ll be heading there eventually.”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you for a brief moment before you steeled yourself again. You brought forward the image of your brother in your mind. You thought of the workers trapped in the Sanctuary with no way out, of Negan’s ‘wives’, of everything he had done to Daryl and to you and countless others… And your fear and anxiety didn’t dissipate, but it took a backseat to determination and anger. You gulped. “Fine. Good. Let them come. We’re ready.”

Daryl felt a swell of admiration for you and he nodded. “We are. That’s what all these plans have been for.” He glanced back at you, knowing you weren’t going to like the next thing he was going to say. “I gotta go check the drop-off location. Dwight might have more info,” he drawled.

A shadow darkened your expression. “What? Now? Daryl, they’re headed our way!”

“I gotta check. It was the plan. He’d get us word if shit was kicking off.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t like it. You’re gonna go out there? What if—what if you can’t get back in time. What if—”

Jesus seemed to sense that the two of you needed a moment. “I’ll go start spreading the word, get everyone to their assignments.” He rushed off, leaving you behind staring at Daryl with renewed worry.

“Daryl, you can’t—”

He gulped, admittedly not liking the idea of separating from you while you were all seemingly standing on the threshold of potentially the hardest fight of your lives. But he had to go. He had to check. What if there was information waiting that would save lives? What if the Saviors somehow had found out you had that radio and this was going to be misdirection? “I gotta go. This was the plan.”

“Fine, then I’m coming with you!”

“Nah. Ya can’t. Everybody needs ya here. There’s too much to do to get ready.” He paused to read your expression. You looked pissed. “Ya know I’m right.”

You were wrestling with another upwelling of fear. But this was Daryl. He was a warrior. And he needed to do this. It wasn’t fair for you to try and selfishly keep him behind the walls with you when there could be critical information waiting out there. You sighed and shut your eyes for a moment and nodded. “Okay… alright.” You pointed at him vehemently. “But you come back in one piece, Daryl Dixon! I mean it!”

He couldn’t help but smile a little at you. Your tone reminded him of so many times you had scolded him for ignoring an injury or being stubborn. He nudged his nose up at you. “I will. I’ll come back to ya. Promise.”

Your anxiety wasn’t relieved but you nodded. “Okay… Come here,” you said, your tone softened.

That was all Daryl needed. He paced over to you, chewing his bottom lip a little thoughtfully, and just waited for your touch. Your hands rested lightly on his sides and you looked up and met his blue eyes.

“I mean it. Come back.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “I will.” His arms looped around your lower back and pulled you against him. He watched, still amazed every time, as you shut your eyes and arched up onto your toes so your lips met his. Your kiss was gentle and soft at first, but he deepened it, tangling his fingers in your hair and relished the way your lips moved effortlessly with his, the taste of you and feel of you all he needed. When you finally broke apart, your eyes stayed linked with is for a long moment.

“Be careful,” was all you could whisper. Daryl nodded and slipped from you, heading for his bike by the gate. You crossed your arms over your chest like a shield, still feeling the ghost of his hands and lips on you, and watched his broad shoulders until they disappeared.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You purposely kept yourself so busy you hardly had a moment to think while Daryl was outside the walls. You were stocking ammo at strategic locations around Hilltop when Maggie came bounding up to you with a relieved smile.

“He’s back,” she said.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding since he left. You nodded and murmured a thank you, before glancing at the pile of supplies you were sorting. She laughed. “I got it. Go on,” she said kindly, taking your place.

You reached him as he was climbing off his bike and Daryl gave you a smile that made your heart jump. “How’d it go?” you asked, nervous to hear what info he had, if any.

“No problems. Couple walkers,” he said with a shrug.

“And nobody saw you? And you didn’t see anyone?” He shook his head.

“Not that I know of. I was careful,” he drawled. “Got somethin’ though.” His tone changed. There was tension in his voice and it made the gravel more pronounced.

You felt your throat constrict with nerves. “Okay. What is it?”

Daryl pulled out a small piece of paper, left in the agreed upon location by Dwight. “He’ll be here.”

“Negan,” you said. It wasn’t a question

Daryl nodded. “Mhm,” he hummed. He looked about how you felt. Determined, disgusted, and angry.

You nodded. “Okay. So, he’ll be here. So, what? Doesn’t change anything,” you said. Daryl was watching you carefully, worried with the realization that this would be the first time you’d have to see him since busting out of the Sanctuary. It would be like if his own father suddenly showed up at the gates. It would be understandable if you were a bit apprehensive or shaken up at the idea. But instead, to his continued amazement, you just looked pissed. Maybe you were trying to hide how much it was affecting you, but Daryl couldn’t see anything other than determined anger. He licked his lips a little nervously and nodded. “They ain’t comin’ to fight. This time. They’re comin’ to give us a chance to give up. Probably think that once we realize Gregory has snitched that we’ll fold.”

You scoffed. “Not gonna happen.”

Daryl glanced down at the paper in his hands one more time. “They’re goin’ to Alexandria tomorrow. Same thing. After that, they’ll get ready to fight us if we don’t give up.”

You nodded. “I guess it’s really starting then.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.” He reached out and laced his fingers with yours. “But we’re ready.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“I don’t understand why we’re here to chat instead of hitting them before they know what’s coming,” Simon said vehemently, matching Negan’s long strides as they approached the heavy wooden gate to Hilltop.

Negan turned a piercing glare to his lieutenant. “People. Are. A resource,” he growled. “Dead people don’t work for me, do they, Simon? They don’t gather supplies. They don’t work in the Sanctuary. They don’t do a damn thing except rot in the sun or feed the dead, do they? There is a goddamn good reason why I am in charge instead of you. And this is the last time I’m going to remind you of that. In fact you should be grateful you aren’t out on the fence after all of this was happening right under your oversized nose.” The look on his face was dangerous, vicious, his lip almost curling.

Simon hung his thumbs in his belt and averted his gaze down toward his boots. “Right. Sorry.” But he was biting back anger.

“Don’t question me again,” Negan growled, pointing at Simon with his trusty sidekick, the barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat he called Lucille. Negan of course knew that all of you inside knew he was already there, but he raised a cheerful sounding hello at the gate. “Hello! The Saviors are here!”

Two guards appeared over the top of the fence, glaring down at the convoy of trucks and assembled men. “Ah, there we go. Would you mind opening the gates and letting us in?” Negan asked, keeping his manufactured charm thick.

“We won’t be letting you in. Not today. And not ever again.” This was a new voice, and Sasha appeared over the top of the fence now too, her trusty rifle clutched in hand.

Negan laughed and grinned up at her. “Oh, I remember you,” he said. “Well, is there someone else here I could have a civilized conversation with? There are some very important matters that need discussing.”

“Everyone in here will tell you the same thing,” Sasha spat back at him. “And that’s ‘Go to Hell.””

There was a quick flash of rage in Negan’s eyes, like a lightning bolt, but it was gone immediately and replaced with another charming smile. He laughed loudly. “Oh, come on, now! I know just who you have in there that I would just love to talk to! WHERE’S MY DARYL AT?!” he roared. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

Sasha only glared down at Negan in disgust.

“Huh. Not very friendly, are they, Simon?”

“Not friendly at all, Negan,” Simon answered.

“I don’t know what you think you’re hiding back there,” Negan said, gesturing toward the gate with Lucille. “Because I have all the inside information I could possibly want courtesy of one of yours.” Negan snapped his fingers. “Dwight! Bring my best friend Gregory out here!”

Gregory was pushed forward through the crowd and Dwight grabbed his elbow and led him forward.

“You see, Gregory here has already told me that The Hilltop and Alexandria are working together. And I know that there are some more of you Alexandrians hiding out here while Rick the Prick is back there plotting my downfall with enthusiasm. But the thing is you can’t win. We are better prepared, and better supplied, and there are simply more of US. So, I thought we’d come on down here and give you one. last. chance. to do the right thing and fall back in line.” He paused and looked thoughtful, keeping up his charming, amiable act up until this very last part. “Because if you don’t, we will rain death and hellfire down on you. And believe me when I say that I do not want to do that. But I will.”

You and Daryl were backed up against the outer wall on the guard stand, right beside Sasha, keeping out of sight. But Daryl saw just a split second before you did it that you were barely keeping your anger in check.

“Y/N—Don’t—” he whispered harshly.

But you couldn’t just hide anymore. You stood up and peered over the wall, immediately meeting Negan’s eyes.

You were surprised to see that he looked surprised. “We’re not taking any more of your bullshit, Negan. You’re done. This is your last chance to walk away.”

But instead of responding to what you were saying, Negan was simply peering at you for a long moment before he resumed his usual persona. “You have got to be kidding me! Y/N? My wife is with you people?” He clicked his tongue and clenched his jaw. “Ain’t that just a kick in the crotch? And here I was thinking that you just took advantage of the chaos of my Daryl breaking out to escape again… You always were the type to get restless. But it seems maybe I need reevaluate that chain of events!”

Negan seized the back of Gregory’s neck hard and yanked him forward. “You know, it’s funny, because I specifically remember asking for the names of everyone hiding out in Hilltop and Y/N, your name, never came up,” he growled.

Gregory was shaking from head to toe. “I—I’m sorry! I got her name wrong! I didn’t remember—”

Negan looked like he was ready to strangle Gregory when your laughter broke through his pleading. Negan’s eyes shot back to your face. “That should give you some idea of the quality of information you’re working with from him. You might want to rethink things,” you said, leaning on the top of the fence casually, like you were discussing the weather.

You knew that if there was one thing Negan hated more than anyone defying him, it was being made to look weak.

He ran his thumb thoughtfully over his bottom lip as he stared up at you.

“You cocky little bitch,” Simon suddenly drew his pistol and pointed it straight at you.

You didn’t even flinch, but Sasha and the two other guards all had their guns to their shoulders and aimed right back at Simon.

Negan was furious as he turned toward his lieutenant. Simon felt Negan’s eyes like they were burning a hole in his skull and he waivered. Negan spoke to him through a growl. “Put your goddamn gun down. Now. I told you, she comes back to me alive.” Simon lowered his gun.

You felt your stomach twist. You weren’t sure whether Negan had meant for it to be heard or not, but the effect on you was an instantaneous, overwhelming sick feeling. You managed to keep your expression blank, but you knew that if Negan did ever get you back alive, you would be in for a fate worse than death.

Daryl’s hands landed lightly on your hips from behind and he gently pulled you slightly back, stepping forward, protectively putting his body in front of yours, glaring Negan down.

Negan noticed and it was like he suddenly flipped a switch back to his old persona. He grinned and chuckled. “Daryl, Daryl, Daryl…” He took in how close the two of you were standing, how Daryl was guarding you, and he realized… “So, what’s this? You two? You’re together? Really? Daryl, you and Y/N? I mean, I don’t know, but that doesn’t seem to make any sense to me.” He chuckled again as he watched Daryl’s chest heave with angry breaths.

“Wow. Alright. I don’t get it but, hey, some women like dumpster diving.” You watched Daryl’s entire body tense and you laced your fingers with his, resting your other hand on his arm, wishing more than anything that you could just shoot Negan in the fucking head right at that moment.

Negan knew what effect he was having on Daryl. He saw it. And he went on, grinning. “Did she tell you about all the things we did together? Dirty, dirty things…” He bit his bottom lip and cultivated a starry-eyed and vague smile on his face, remembrance. “And she is either a fantastic actress, or she was having just as much fun as I was, because I really didn’t have to do any convincing. I mean, she is good… I still dream about it and wake up rock hard…” he trailed off, grinning widely as he saw your face burning with anger and humiliation. You couldn’t help but be extremely aware of the fact that the entire Hilltop community was standing right behind the gate, listening to every word exchanged. You felt like you’d just been outed. Daryl shifted uncomfortably, his fist clenching.

“Oh my God,” Negan laughed, his eyebrows lifting. “Don’t tell me you two haven’t fucked yet?” He chewed his bottom lip, nodding, knowing exactly how much this was torturing both of you. “Oh, Daryl. You don’t know what you’re missing! This is some biblical level shit. I’m talking Whore of Babylon! I mean, really, you have no idea what—” But Negan had to duck as Daryl pulled his gun and fired a shot that whizzed just past his head and struck the truck behind him. Instantly, about fifty guns were aimed your way. The archer’s chest was heaving with anger as he glared through the drifting cloud of gun smoke. And this time when Negan straightened back up, the cocky smile and manufactured charm was gone. His eyes were dark and cold with rage. “Now, that—that was a mistake, Daryl.”

“Nah. You made the mistake,” Daryl growled. “And ya will pay for it.”

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nasaty · 3 years ago

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Vieux Carré

Shouta Aizawa x (she/her) reader. Angst, fluff, and smut! This is a choose your own ending! There are three separate endings and a few choices. 15 part series.

TW: Panic attack things. Ends up fine.

Ch. 5

The next morning, you found yourself thinking of him as you woke up. You picked up your phone and dialed his number.

“Hey Eraser. You around today?”

“Of course. I’ll make my self around for you.”

His deep voice made you shutter. God, he was such a flirt. Maybe he just does this to all women, or men, or anyone. Maybe he just does it to be an ass.

“I’m working again tonight if you and Hizashi want to come by later.” You offered.

“We’ll come before patrolling tonight this time so we don’t end up ditching you again.” You could practically hear him wink.

“Okay, well we don’t open until 6pm”

“That’s alright, we don’t patrol till 11 tonight anyway.”

“Damn that sucks. You really have no time to sleep.”

“Yeah…I only really sleep in between school and patrol…if you don’t count my naps in class,” he mumbled.

You giggled, “So you usually sleep around the time you’re going to come to the bar then? Will you be okay?”

“Oh yeah I’m always tired. It’s okay. I’ll have someone do a presentation in class tomorrow while I sleep.”

“HAH is that what thats for?”

“Absolutely, I don’t really trust anyone else to teach my kids for me.”

Somehow that seemed kind of sweet. Maybe recovery girl was right, he is a softy.

“So you really like teaching then?”

“Oh absolutely not.”

You cracked up. You could tell he was beaming on the other side of the phone.

“Well maybe I’ll get to hear about it tonight then.”

“We’ll see.” He brings back that playfulness again.

“I’ll talk to you later, Eraser.”

“Please, call me Shouta”

“Alright, Shouta, see you later tonight.”

“See you tonight, y/n.”

The sound of his voice saying your name made you feel warm.

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The evening came and you made your way to the bar. You flipped the sign over for the nth time in your life, and couple minutes later Hizashi and Shouta showed up followed by another woman.

She was tall with legs for days, dark hair down to her ass and was wearing a skin tight suit, visually differed quite a bit from the two men. She’s intimidatingly attractive and has a sultry look on her face. You couldn’t tell if you want to fuck her or be her.

“HEYYY y/n!!! This place is NEAT. Hope it’s okay that we brought a friend, she’s a hero too. Her name is Midnight.”

“So you guys travel in packs?” You joke.

Hizashi laughed loud and hard and smacked his knee. The other two chuckled and Shouta plugged his ear that was closest to Hizashi with his finger. You turned to Midnight.

“Nice to meet you Midnight, I’m y/n.” You held your hand out to shake.

“Please, call me Nemuri. Or anything you’d like, I’ll listen to you call me whatever you want-“ you blushed she turned your hand and pulled it to her to kiss it -

Shouta’s hand flew in and smacked Nemuris away. He rolled his eyes “Nemuri, keep yourself off of her please.” He looked even more tired that usual somehow.

“Oh I’m sure she doesn’t mind…” she winked at you, then leaned over to Hizashi. “Did you already call dibs or something?” She tries to ask him quietly. Hizashi opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted.

“Nemuri. She is a person.” Shouta breathed.

You giggle at their back and forth and change the subject, “What would you guys like to drink?”

Hizashi got some sort of fruity drink and Nemuri copied him. They had halfway downed it before you got to Shouta. Shouta said he didn’t need anything.

“Shouta come on, just because you were a shit last time doesnt mean you can’t have something today” you teased.

“LAST TIME?” Hizashi exclaimed.

“Oh so YOU called dibs.” Nemuri deduced looking at Shouta.

Shouta looked at them surprised and shrunk down in his seat, blush across his face. He was so shy around everyone else it was surprising he said so much to you.

“He showed up the other night and made himself a drink, it was pretty funny.” You told them.

They both turned to him with their jaws on the floor. He deserved this. You got put on the spot multiple times the other day and covered for him, so he could take a little teasing from his friends tonight.

“Daaaaamn Eraser, that’s bold!” Hizashi said.

As they were relentlessly teasing him, you looked over to Shouta and tried to determine what kind of drink he may like. Probably something with coffee in it for tonight.

You made him a White Russian and slid it over to him with a smirk. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ as they continued to berate him. You kept working as a couple other customers were in the bar, but the bar was never busy, especially on a cold night like this.

They spend time joking around and teasing, inviting you into conversation whenever there was a lull in work to do. They drank a few drinks and ended with some waters, paid out their tab and tipped generously.

“We gotta do this again sometime, y/n!” Nemuri says.

“Yeah next time let’s go somewhere where you don’t have to work!” Hizashi adds.

“See ya around” Shouta breathed as all three of them walked out.

You finished your shift at around 4am, later than usual but there were a few people hanging around late and you didn’t mind since you didn’t work the next day. You closed up, cleaned up, and went out the back door to walk home. You heard a voice from nowhere.

“Could I walk you home?” In the distance, Shouta emerged from the shadows. You jumped, it had reminded you of the night when you met and that villain attacked you.

“Shit Shouta…you scared the shit out of me…” You tried to calm down but your body disobeyed you and you started shaking.

“Heh I didn’t think I was that scary-“ He stopped and noticed your behavior. “Are you okay…?” He made his way towards you cautiously and gently.

“I….no…I don’t know...” your face went hot and tears stung your eyes. You sat on the ground to get your bearings. Your stomach twisted. Shouta ran over to you as you fell.

“Can I…?” He held his hands near each of your shoulders to ask permission to touch you but you nodded before he could even finish asking. He put his hands on either side of you and rubbed your arms up and down slowly, “it’s okay….everything is okay… I’m so sorry.”

You sat on the ground with your arms wrapped around yourself and tried to steady your breathing.

He pleaded. “Can I do anything to help? Do you want me to shut up?”

You shook your head no at both questions. He was actually helping just a little. It’d been a long time since you’d had a panic attack.

As you both sat on the ground outside the back of the bar in the dim light for a few minutes, he continued to soothe you with his words and held you in his arms.

After some time you calmed down a little and were able to speak, “We need to put a bell on you or something.”

He chuckled and gave you a pitiful smile. “I can live with that... What’s going on, do you want to talk about it?” He said as he pushed a hair away from your face.

You shake your head no, “I’m okay…thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, it’s my job.” he winked.

“No it’s not.”

“No…it’s not. But I’ll do it anyway. Can I please give you a walk home?” He asked.

You appreciated that he asked to just walk with you rather than assuming or asking if you wanted assistance. Of course you didn’t want it, you didn’t want it to be necessary. But unfortunately it was as you had seen before.

“Yes please.”

He stood and held out his arms out to you to help you up.

“Are you good to walk?”

“Yeah… I think I’m fine.”

You started to walk home in still silence for a few minutes.

“…I thought you were on patrol? That’s not a long shift,” you asked.

“Hizashi and I overlap…and…I was worried about you.”

“What happened to ‘seems like you could handle it’?”

“You shouldn’t have to handle it.”

Damn. He actually listened to you.

“I…thank you.” You said.

“Anytime.” He offered. His voice was so pure and caring you could melt.

As you made it back to your house, he walked you to the door.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime. Well not …this specifically..just like-“

You laughed “I get it, Shouta.” He smiled.

On the porch, you gazed at each other softly for a moment, and somehow it wasn’t awkward. You realized that you want to kiss him. Badly.

“I…uh…” not knowing what to say, you just moved forward to lean against his chest and kiss him. Slow enough that he could step back if he didn’t want to, but, he didn’t step back.

He kissed very gently. His lips were slightly chapped but soft, and his stubble grazed against your chin. He reached up slowly to hold your face in his hand, resting his thumb on your jaw. You eventually pulled away.

He hummed. “…I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted, blushing and looking away.

“Do you want to come inside?” You said, turning and putting your keys in the lock. ‘Maybe I could’ve worded that differently’ you thought.

“I would, but ….I think you’re a little too fragile tonight. I don’t want to take advantage of your emotions like that. Maybe another night if you still want me to? Sorry if that’s….rude.”

“Thank you, Shouta.” You beamed.

“What did I do?” He sounded excited to have done some good.

“You’re just…sweet.”

He blushed and hummed happily.

“I’ll see you around, y/n. Call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight Shouta.”

“Goodnight.”

Go to ch. 6

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vibraniumwing · 4 years ago

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on the other side.

a fred weasley x reader wherein the reader deals with the effects of being in the only one who’s still holding on in a dying relationship.

WARNING: angst, mentions of cheating and just heartbreaking pain.

A/N: let me just channel my negative emotions through this angst,, , i hope you guys would like this,, ,

word count: 4.2k

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Everyone knew you and Fred were inseparable (aside from him and his twin, of course). If Fred wasn’t with his twin, he was with you— same goes for George but more with the former. Despite being good friends with the twins, the connection you have with Fred was different. You were his equalizer— the calm one who made him relax when he gets too overwhelmed with energy and emotions.

So it became no surprise that the two of you started dating by the time you were in fourth year and he was in his fifth year. Everyone adored how the two of you complimented each other so much despite being quite the opposite.

You were more on the calm, soft-spoken and would rather stay in the shadows type of person while Fred was well… himself and you absolutely loved that about him. Besides, opposites attract, right?

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It started from the way he would zone out when you would spend time with him, how he would stare off into the distance as you happily shared the happenings of your day, how he would just softly hum rather than tease you to no end and probe on the stories you’ve always been eager to share with him.

“And in Transfiguration today, some kid- Freddie, are you alright?” you asked the red head, his features looking quite somber against the light that the fireplace in the middle of the common room gave. It was a rather quiet night in the common room and you were cooped up on the couch with him, a daily ritual the both of you have been doing since first year.

“Oh- what, love?” Fred asked, looking at you with a curious gaze. ‘That’s the fourth time tonight,’ you thought. “I was telling a story about how this hufflepuff-” but before you could even continue the story, “Hmm yes, quite interesting darling. I’ll be going to bed though, it's been quite a rough day.” He cutted you off, gently placing you on the couch and away from his lap as he stood up. “Goodnight, love. Go to bed soon as well, I’ll see you in the morning.” Fred told you, pinching your cheek softly and headed off to the stair leaving you dumbfounded.

Then it moved on to him “forgetting” important dates, accompanied with forgetting his promises of taking you out to Hogsmeade and such. Making you wait long hours for a simple minute to talk with him and usually ended up with you in tears.

You were out by the courtyard, face buried deep into your scarf as you waited outside for Fred. He had promised to take you out on a date for this trip to Hogsmeade yet he was nowhere to be seen. Multiple students have passed by you and gave rather pitiful smiles that broke your heart even more.

You glanced at your watch, worrying that maybe you had gone a bit too late and he had just decided to go back to the common room, your thoughts were interrupted however when a voice spoke up. “Y/N, you’re still waiting?” the trio approached you, making you jump slightly as Hermione spoke. “How long have you been here?”

Shuddering lightly, you peeped out of the scarf, “A-about twenty minutes or so.” To which they gave you a sad glance. “Y/N… Fred’s gone with George and Lee to Hogsmeade.” Harry started, nudging Ron to continue, “They left earlier than us.” their younger brother continued.

“Oh is that so?” You asked, heart shattered at the fact that your own boyfriend stood you up to a date that HE promised to take you to. “I-I’ll be going up to the common room then. I’m not feeling all that good now.” You continued, tears now brimming your eyes. The three nodded quietly, noticing the change in your reaction.

You ended up with a very high fever that day, knowing that you weren’t all good with the cold, Madame Pomfrey gave you quite the lecture for standing out in the snow for too long. Yet you had no response from Fred, only having George to visit you that evening with a cup of hot chocolate he sneaked out from the kitchen.

Some would say it would be very foolish for a person to stay in a relationship with that kind of treatment and you were in no place to disagree with that sentiment, knowing how painful it is to be the one holding on to something that you weren’t so sure about yourself.

But whenever you tried to break it off, he would disagree and beg you for another chance— to which you always caved into. This was a routine that happened a lot, you would try to break things up, he would apologize, give you kisses and just like that everything was fine. He would be sweet to you for a couple of days and revert back to how he was.

It was a never ending cycle and you didn’t know how to break it.

T'was your 6th year and his 7th when the two of you somehow just stopped talking, leaving everything at an unknown state. Everyone questioned whether or not you two were still together, feeling quite odd that you and him weren’t together as often as before.

You didn’t know what to answer when people ask about you two since you yourself didn’t know. The other line however didn’t seem to share the same struggle as you since he seemed to be just fine on his own; it was like you guys didn’t even have a problem to fix.

Hermione and Ginny (who are good friends with you) noticed how this situation with Fred was draining the life out of you. Your aura was no longer the bright ball of sun that everyone loved, the spark in your eyes slowly losing its light as weeks continued to roll by without knowing if you should still hold on or just let go.

“Y/N/N, you need to eat, you know.” Hermione started off, taking the seat next to you inside the library where you hid, skipping dinner once again. “Yeah, you should at least have a snack or something.” Ginny said, resting against the window as she placed a hand on your shoulder. Even Ginny felt sad for you, since she witnessed how your friendship blossomed with her brother— how everything went south.

She tried to talk to Fred about it, asking about how things with you were going but all she got in return was a shrug and “It’s doing good.” She turned to George who was also caught in the middle of everything, to which he simply answered with, “It’s not my place to tell, Gin.”

You shot a sad smile to the both of them, placing the quill you have down as you hummed. “I’m alright, my loves. You don’t have to worry about me.” but they weren’t convinced. Even the most clueless person at Hogwarts could tell that you weren’t good at all.

Hermione’s expression of sadness was evident, to which you responded with a tight-lipped smile. “Mione, trust me. Please, I’m doing good. Now how about you, me and Ginny here go back to the dorms and catch up?” you offered, a bit desperate to have a distraction. They eagerly responded with a yes and linked arms with you, happy that you weren’t all that closed off.

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Your feet silently trudged the halls on the way back to the common room, letting your hand bleed freely from Umbridge’s horrible punishment. The phrase “I shall not lie anymore” etched on your skin as you defended Harry and the rest of the people from the D.A, acting as if you didn’t even know of such a thing despite being a part of it.

You were almost by the moving stairs when you heard a small giggle of a girl and a very familiar chuckle resonate from down the hall. Your heart immediately sunk at the idea, immediately shaking it off as you quietly followed the sound, the adrenaline of not knowing what you’ll see coursing through your veins as the sound grew louder at your approach.

And that’s where you saw it, Fred laughing along with Angelina Johnson, his arms wrapped around her waist as they shared quick kisses and hushed stories. Your hand flew straight over your mouth as you backed away from the scene, not having the heart to interrupt the moment.

Fleeing away, your tears flowed freely as you desperately whispered the password to the common room, the Fat Lady not even mad at the fact you woke her up as she saw your disheartened state. You collapse on the couch, your sobs becoming louder as you were now somewhere a bit more private, the crackle of the fireplace being your only company in your despair.

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You were thankful that it was a Saturday the next day, it meant that you could just stay inside and hide from Fred and Angelina. It meant that you would be able to guard your heart even just for a day. After all, you did spend the night quietly crying so you were more than sure that you looked far more worse than how you usually did.

Now wrapped in a blanket while reading a muggle book your aunt sent you, you were finally calm. It was a nice break from the crying that you’ve been doing for the last few hours. You felt numb and dead inside, not even sure on how you were actually feeling.

The door suddenly opened and you were greeted by Hermione and Ginny who had sad smiles on their faces. They were the only ones who knew about what you witnessed last night- well Hermione for that matter since she was the one that saw you crying silently on the couch. She must’ve told Ginny who had a guilty expression painted on her face.

“Mione told me, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Ginny asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on your leg, to which you responded with a sad smile. “I didn’t think it would hurt this bad, Gin. All I did was love him and made sure I was good enough for him.” You managed to let out, your voice dripping with defeat at the realization.

She said nothing more and just pulled you into her arms, Hermione soon joining as you sobbed once more, “W-was I not enough? Was I too boring? Tell me, Hermione, Ginny. Tell me where I went wrong? What did she have that Fred didn’t see in me?” You cried out, heart hurting even more at the idea of him finding solace in another woman than you.

It was your fourth year and you were walking around the castle, enjoying the cool breeze that wafted through the hallway that was rather deserted of students since most of them were down at Hogsmeade. You were about to make a turn when a hand suddenly grasped onto your wrist, making you stop in your tracks.

Your head turned around and you were greeted with a bright smile from Fred. “Freddie? Why aren’t you with George down at Hogsmeade?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow as he shook his head in dismissal. “Told Georgie I had important business that has to do with you.” The red head answered, pulling you along with him.

“What kind of business is this, Fred?” You questioned, heart racing as he kept his hold on you. He kept quiet as he led out to the Black Lake, where a small blanket and basket was laid out. “Weasley, what is this?” You asked once more as he finally turned to you with a rather serious look despite his cheeks now sporting a rather light blush.

He took a deep breath in, “Y/N L/N, you’ve been the best gal in the world and I couldn’t express enough how fun it is to be around you. You balance me out, you know? I mean Forge does as well but it’s just different with you and it’s actually so amazing— oh shit i’m rambling aren’t i?” He asked, the blush on his cheeks now matching the fiery state of his hair. You laughed softly and nodded, your heart now jumping out of your chest as he took placed his hand against your cheek, thumb prodding the soft skin as he continued, “As I was saying, you have everything I ever wished for and I’d be a fool if I let this chance go and have another bloody git take you away. I love you, Y/N.” He ended his confession with a rather shy and soft smile.

It was unlike Fred to be so affectionate around you, knowing how the two of you would roughhouse from time to time that even George had to break you two up before either of you ended up in the hospital wing. So this was definitely something new; a memory you knew you would cherish forever. But besides the point, you were taken aback at the words he spoke, your long time crush had finally confessed that he loves you too. That you were all that he ever needed.

“I love you too, Fred.”

“Y/N, you should really talk to him. It’s time for you to focus on yourself.” Hermione’s voice broke you off from the memory. You looked at her with a sad smile, knowing that she was right. The more that you loved him, the more you broke yourself.

But of course, some things were easier said than done.

It’s been a week since Hermione slapped some sense into you and you still haven’t told him. You and Fred shared smiles when you see each other in the common room, he would randomly sit beside you in the common room and pull you close to him and it broke your heart even more. He thought you didn’t know about how he holds another girl like this in his arms, how he kissed another girl the way he did with you.

And something inside you finally snapped.

The fifth years were taking their OWLs so the school was rather quiet to give way to their exams. You were walking around the castle in hopes that you would see Fred and finally break things off— officially— and finally learn to love yourself again.

You were nearing the Great Hall when you heard fireworks go off, filled with curiosity, you ran towards the source of noise to see none other than George and Fred on their brooms as they wrecked havoc and casted a big fireworks charm that chased the pink toad out of the Great Hall, smashing the rules she had and surrounding her with the broken glass.

And as if on cue, the twins raced out of the hall and out to the courtyard, they passed you like a gust of wind as you ran out the courtyard that was now flooded with students as they watched the two throw two final firecrackers that left a big W on the sky as they flew up and away from Hogwarts.

Just like that, he left. Fred left without a word and you didn’t have the chance to even say goodbye. He left you alone and shattered, he left along with your heart.

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Fred was frantic, he ran around the ruins of the castle as the war ensued around him. It was the Battle of Hogwarts and the only thing he wanted right now was to see if you were okay, that you were alive and well despite the chaos that surrounded him.

Fred knew he fucked up, he fucked up bad the moment he left Hogwarts without even seeing you. He knew well enough that the damage he caused to you was something not even the best of doctors at St. Mungo’s can repair. He broke your heart for the stupidest reason and now was suffering the consequences.

He spotted Ginny and ran towards her, hands grasping onto his sister as he asked— well shouted— “Where’s Y/N?! I need to see her!” and Ginny pushed him aside, casting a spell on a death eater who was about to attack the both of them. She knew where you were, she had spoken with you not even a minute ago before Fred had arrived, she shrugged at him and gave him a rather disappointed look.

“I don’t know where she is, Fred. Merlin, be careful and focus on yourself first!” She responded, attacking another person as she rolled her eyes, obviously angered that he only decided to act like this now.

Fred couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at Ginny for the way she acted with him, he was an asshole to the one person who loved him deeply and took her for granted.

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His brown eyes were now scanning the Great Hall, orbs scanning through the hundreds of injured students who were grieving and were just thankful that they were spared from death yet he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of your H/C locks in the crowd.

“Georgie, I have to see her. I need to see her, talk to her. She has to be okay, right?” He asked his twin, making the younger one shrug and offer him a rather sad smile. “I don’t know, Fred. I haven’t seen her at all.” George lied, he had seen you in the battle, even saving his life after being cornered.

Like Ginny, he promised Y/N that he wouldn’t tell Fred about your whereabouts, not wanting to see the male who broke your heart many months ago.

You just weren’t ready to see him again.

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Two years have passed since the war and Fred still can’t shake you off his mind. It was as if he knew you were out there, alive and well and all he had to do was find you. Yet he didn’t know where to start.

He wanted to see you again, to hold you and tell you that he still loved you. That what he did was foolish and all he wanted to do was to make you smile and create more memories with you.

Fred was in the back of his joke shop, checking up on the supplies they had and doing inventory when he heard the bell open. “George, can you check on the customer outside?” He called out to his brother, to which the twin responded with a soft “sure.”

“Georgie! It’s been too long!” A voice cried out, making him freeze in place. ‘No, it can’t be her…’ He thought to himself, his heartbeat quickening its pace at the thought that he could finally see you once more.

He slowly made his way back out to the shop, eyes easily finding the familiar H/C locks. Your back was facing him but Fred knew well enough that you were still the beautiful girl that he loved.

“Y-Y/N” He called out, making you turn around. His breath hitched at his throat at the sight of you, you were absolutely stunning, your features were more mature but you were definitely the same girl he knew back at Hogwarts.

“Fred.” You answered, giving him a small smile. Your heart ached at the sight of him, your younger self urging you to run up to him and slap him and make him pay for the pain he gave you but you stood your ground, knowing better not to.

George sensed that his twin wanted some alone time with you and slipped away, patting you on the small of your back gently before hiding away in the back.

Silence now filled the floor as the both of you avoided each other's gaze, not knowing how to speak to the other. Fred took a step closer to you and shoved his hands inside his pockets offering you a rather sad and guilty smile.

“I’m sorry” “You don’t have to apologize.” the both of you said at the same time, now looking at each other before laughing. You motioned your hand for him to continue which Fred took as a good sign.

“Y/N, I- I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry I left and became so distant. I- I didn’t know why I did that but I did and i’m really sorry.” Fred started off, his features visibly creasing as he stepped back to remember all the pain he made you go through.

You on the other hand suddenly had anger bubbling in you, all these years of wanting an apology and that’s the reason he gives you? “Is that all you have to say, Fred?” you asked him, slowly backing away to the door. Fred’s eyes widened and immediately shook his head, arm extending to hold your wrist.

“I-I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I threw all the memories we had together away and completely ruined what we had. I- I tried looking for you at the war but I couldn’t see you, even in the Great Hall. I tried to search for you but I was left defeated.” He continued, voice breaking as he spoke. “I didn’t want us to end like that.”

You gently scoffed at the end of his apology, tears brimming your eyes at the pent up anger suddenly showing itself once more after all this time, “But you made it happen like that, Weasley.” You told him, tone ice cold which made the latter wince. “You ended the things the moment you kissed Angelina Johnson that night.” You continued on, wiggling your way out of his grasp.

“You made it happen the moment you became so distant, Fred. It was a choice you made and you know that deep down into your soul.” You finally ended, wiping the tears that had escaped as a shaky sigh resonated from your chest.

“L-look, Y/N. Maybe we can restart? Right? Please don’t tell me this is the end of us.” Fred pleaded, eyes filled with desperation as his heart yearned for some sort of good sign. You shook your head firmly, not even wanting to look at him.

“I’m sorry Fred but you ended things this way. I held on for so long until I lost myself, that I feared to love anyone after all you’ve put me through.” You told him, arms crossed as you tried to keep a strong facade.

The taller one approached you once more, pulling you into his warm embrace and cradled you as tears escaped his own eyes. “Please baby, no. Not like this, I love you, Y/N. It’s always been you.” He begged, looking at you as he searched for a sign that you wanted him too, but to no avail.

You shook your head once more as you pushed him away, “Fred, stop it. I loved you too, but this is too much. I lost so much more than what I gained, I don’t want that anymore.” You said, his begging filling you up with indignation.

“Baby please, give me one more chance—”

“Fred Weasley! If you looked hard enough on how we were back in Hogwarts you would have known that I gave you so many chances! That I gave you so much more than what I could initially give! I loved you so much that I lost myself in the process. How can you not see that?!” You bursted out, finally tired of hearing his apology. He was reverting back to the apology he used to do when you tried to seal things off, and you weren’t going to fall for it this time. Not anymore.

You finally broke the cycle.

“I- I should get going, my fiancee is waiting for me.” You finally said, wiping the tears from your eyes, Fred now only realizing the engagement ring you had on.

“M-married? To who?” He asked, heart now broken in half as he looked at you.

“Oliver Wood. We bumped into each other during the war and he accepted me for who I was. He taught me how to love again.” You said proudly, giving him a smile. “That’s the reason why I came here in the first place, to invite George, Ginny and Ron to my wedding.”

Fred was shattered, not even comprehending the fact that he had now lost the one thing he wanted the most, the one thing he knew he should have taken care of. It was all gone now.

“I can’t lose you like this, Y/N, love. Please.” He begged one last time, now on his knees as he cried, his body weak from his emotions.

“I’m sorry Fred, you lost me the day you left Hogwarts without a single word.” You apologized, offering a tight lipped smile as you walked out of the shop with Fred looking at your retreating figure.

Just like how you watched him.

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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago

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The One That Got Away

Chapter 2: James Buchanan Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Charlie spend some time alone, getting to know each other. All goes well until Bucky gets some news that he hoped never to get.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Fluff, angst, mentions of: war, fights, blood, injuries, wounds.

Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

The idea of dancing had long been forgotten, Charlie, Steve and Bucky spent the rest of the night sitting in their booth talking about everything that they could think of. They couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, their cheeks and stomachs hurt from the muscles being overused but none of them cared. They were having such a great time.

Still smiling from a joke Steve had just told, Charlie turned to Bucky while pointing at the blonde sitting next to her.

‘’Has he always picked fight with every guy he met, or is it new?’’

Bucky snorted, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

‘’If you only knew.’’ He said, looking at Steve. ‘’He’s been doing this for as long as I can remember. That’s how we became friends actually. The school year had just started, some kid made fun of him and Steve just raised his tiny fists and challenged him to a fight. Literally challenged him. Like he was in a Western or somethin’. We were 7 at the time, andthe other kid was HUGE compared to Steve. I couldn’t just do nothing so I stepped in and we’ve been best friends ever since.’’

‘’He wasn’t that big’’ Steve mumbled while frowning, which made Bucky laugh.

‘’Sure, pal. Whatever helps you sleep at night.’’ Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s answer.

‘’Bucky always steps in before I can do anything. I would have kicked that kid’s ass, I just know it.’’

Charlie and Bucky exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. She patted Steve on the shoulder and smiled at him.

‘’Oh, Stevie. Even Iknow that’s not true, and I’ve only known you for a few months.’’ Which only made Steve frown more. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

Charlie shook her head slightly, smiling fondly at her new friend’s child-like attitude. She kissed his cheek quickly and whispered a quick apology, telling him she was sure he would have won against that other kid to make him feel better.

The blonde blushed at the kiss and smiled.

Bucky looked at their exchange and felt a little bit of jealously creeping up when he saw her kiss his best friend’s cheek. He quickly pushed down the feeling, clearing his throat and going back to telling other stories about his and Steve’s friendship throughout the years.

It was around midnight when they decided to call it a night and left the pub.

The breeze that hit them as soon as they stepped outside felt nice.

The pub was so packed with people that it had gotten beyond hot.

Charlie was about to say goodnight and start walking back to her place when Bucky motioned his head in the general direction of where she was headed.

‘’Come on, we’ll walk you home.’’

Steve nodded to what Bucky said and the three of them started walking.

They stopped once they were at Charlie’s front door.

She hugged her friend goodnight and then turned to James. She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday once again before making her way to the door.

She unlocked it, stepped inside and wave them goodbye before closing the door.

Steve smirked when he saw Bucky blush slightly at the kiss, but didn’t say anything.

Before the men went their separate ways to go home, Steve gave his friend the gift he had gotten him and waved him good night.

That night both Charlie and Bucky went to sleep with a small smile on their lips, thinking about one another and hoping they would get to see each other again, soon.

Charlie was back working behind her desk, answering calls, on Monday.

Her week of shadowing nurse Jones was over, sadly. She had loved it so much and was looking into taking nursing classes and Jones was more than happy to help her take the next step.

On Tuesday, Charlie had just gotten back from her lunch when the front door of the clinic opened. At the sound of the door, Charlie looked up and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when she saw Steve walking in.

What she wasn’t expecting was Bucky following right behind him.

‘’If it isn’t our favorite patient.’’ Jones said, looking at the blonde. ‘’What is it today?’’

Charlie got up and approached Steve, looking him over. She frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow.

‘’Are you ok? Because you don’t look hurt.’’ She kept looking him over, all she saw were the bruises that were already there last week.

There were no fresh bruises or wounds. Steve just shrugged.

‘’I got into a tiny fight, Bucky was right behind me so the other guy didn’t really get any good punches in before Buck chased him away. I’m totally fine, but Bucky wanted to make sure I was ok.’’He rolled his eyes at how dramatic his best friendwas being.

Steve hadn’t put up much of a fight when James had pushed for him to go to the clinic telling Steve they had to make sure he was ok. He knew that going to the clinic had nothing to do with his possible injuries and everything to do with the girl working the front desk.

Another girl took over the phones for Charlie while she went into nurse Jones’ office with the boys.

Steve went directly to take a seat on the small table in the middle of the office. His table as nurse Jones liked to call it, teasing him because of all the times he had came in over the last few months.

He rarely got seriously hurt but after the sprained ankle, Steve liked going to the clinic and getting checked out. It was a way for him to see his new friend and he really loved Jones. She reminded him of his mother and liked to be around her. Usually Jones would have told Steve to stop coming in unless he was really injured but everyone at the clinic was very fond of him and didn’t mind whenever he came in.

Charlie had been put on ‘’Steve Duty’’ as they called it, meaning that whenever he came in she would be the one to assess his injuries and if she saw something serious she had to go get a nurse or a doctor.

She pointed to the chair in the corner while closing the door behind Bucky.

‘’You can sit over there if you want.’’ She smiled at him before walking to Steve.

‘’I’m telling you, I’m fine.’’ Steve fussed while Charlie was examining him, turning his head slowly side to side, patting him down gently, limb by limb, to see if anything hurt and making sure that every bone was where it was supposed to be.

She hadn’t found a single thing wrong with him and sighed in relief. She took a few steps backwards and looked at Steve who was getting down from the table.

‘’Told ya I was fine’’ he said at the same time his feet touched the ground.

‘’You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to fight me.’’ She pointed a finger at him. ‘’Cuz if you don’t stop getting into trouble I’m the one who’s going to kick your ass.’’

She tried to keep a straight face and really tried to look menacing. It could have worked, but Charlie was such a sweet girl that it was impossible to take her threat seriously.

Both Steve and Bucky started laughing. Charlie looked at them and started laughing too, knowing very well how non-threatening she was.

Bucky stood up from the chair he had sat on and walked towards Steve and Charlie.

‘’It’s alright Doll, I’ll kick his ass for you.’’ losing his smile, throwing a death stare at his friend.

He looked a lot more menacing than she did.

‘’Thank you.’’ She laughed, sticking out her tongue at Steve.

‘’If I had known you two were going to team up against me, I wouldn’t have introduced the two of you.’’ Steve said, sticking out his tongue back at Charlie.

They laughed and then Charlie clapped her hands together, making both men jumped.

‘’Are you both free this weekend? I want to bring you somewhere!’’ She said, excited.

They hadn’t made any plans, and agreed to go with her and decided to meet Saturday in front of Charlie’s house and from there they would walk together.

The rest of the week went by painfully slow. Steve hadn’t come back, which was extremely surprising but comforting to know he hadn’t gotten hurt again.

On Saturday morning Charlie got up and ready, ate her breakfast and went outside to wait for the boys.

They finally came around the corner, Steve looking like his usual chipper self while Bucky looked a little... grumpy. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

‘’Good morning!’’ She greeted them once they had reached her.

‘’ ‘morning.’’ Bucky mumbled.

Charlie couldn’t help herself and laughed.

‘’It’s 10 am, how are you so tired still?’’

Bucky only shrugged as an answer and they started walking. Letting him wake up slowly, Charlie and Steve talked among themselves looking at their friend once in a while to make sure he was still following/awake.

‘’So, where are we going?’’

‘’You’ll see Stevie. Patience.’’ She grinned.

They walked for all of 10 minutes when they finally stopped in front of a tiny store. It was hidden between two bigger stores, so hidden that if you didn’t know it was there you could easily miss it. There was no sign, no name just books in the tiny window.

‘’Welcome to my little piece of heaven.’’ Charlie said while opening the door all excited.

The moment you stepped into the bookstore, you were hit by a strong smell of new and old books. It was one of the things that Charlie loved about this store.

She waved at the woman behind the register and brought the boys to the back of the store, where the shelves were.

Bucky seemed to have perked up at the sight of all the books.

The trio started walking around, looking at different books and reading a few pages here and there. Even though it wasn’t a library, they whispered the whole time they were there.

They spent an hour walking around, picking up books and putting them on the counter near the register.

‘’Let’s remember that we have to carry those books back, on foot’’ Steve reminded them while laughing.

Charlie pouted a little before putting a couple books back on the shelves, making a mental note to come back in a few days to buy them.

Once their choices were made, they paid for all their new books. The owner giving them a generous discount, joking that Charlie was the only reason they were able to keep the lights on, making her blush in the process.

This was the first of many outings. After that morning at the bookstore, they started making plans and seeing each other a few days a week. The 3 of them got along very well and had the best time when they were together.

Two weeks had gone by and they had once again made plans together. They were going to meet Charlie during her lunch break and go eat at the diner across the street from the clinic.

It was almost time for Charlie’s break and right before Bucky was about to leave his house, Steve called to tell him something had come up and he wouldn’t be able to join them.

He thought it was odd because Steve never canceled last minute but still decided to go, he didn’t want Charlie to eat alone.

Of course, this was all a part of Steve’s matchmaking plan. When they decided on eating lunch together, he had no intention on showing up.

He never felt like the third wheel when they were together but he could see that his two best friends wanted to spend some time alone, and it was totally fine with him since it was his plan from the moment he introduced them.

It was finally time for lunch, Charlie was starving and she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

She got up from her chair and told the nurse in charge that she was leaving to go to lunch and that she’ll be back in an hour.

When she stepped out of the clinic, she noticed Bucky was alone. She thought it was strange because Steve was never late.

‘’Is Steve running late?’’Charlie asked while hugging Bucky to say hello.

‘’No. He called right before I left to say something came up and he couldn’t make it.’’

Charlie raised an eyebrow, surprised. Bucky shrugged giving her a look that said I know, it’s weird.

They crossed the street to the diner and once they were inside a waitress walked them to a table in the back corner. They sat and picked up the menus.

‘’I’m so hungry.’’ Charlie almost whined, looking over all the options and it made Bucky chuckle.

The waitress came back to take their order a few minutes later. She spent most of her time at their table openly flirting with Bucky, batting her eyelashes at him and laughing every time he said something, even if it wasn’t funny.

He smiled at her, politely, but never flirted back.

Charlie had to admit she was a little bit surprised. Before meeting him, she had heard all types of rumours about Bucky and how he was always with a different girl. Those rumours were clearly wrong, otherwise he would have jumped at the chance.

She was glad he didn’t flirt back, her mood had shifted when she saw how the waitress acted. She didn’t know why and convinced herself it was because it was rude of her to flirt so shamelessly when Charlie was sitting right there, for all she knew she could have been his girlfriend and she didn’t even seem to care. It definitely wasn’t jealousy. Definitely not.

The waitress finally walked away after writing down their order.

Charlie had gotten a bit worried when Bucky told her Steve couldn’t make it, she was scared it was going to be awkward and filled with uncomfortable silences but it was the opposite.

They had no trouble finding topics of conversation, the only time it was silent between them is when they were chewing their food.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating, they had been so hungry that the minute their plates touched the table they started eating, barely stopping.

Once they were done, the waitress came over to clean up and tried getting Bucky’s attention once again and failed, again. He was too busy chatting with his friend to even notice her looks.

There was still 40 minutes left to Charlie’s lunch break so they decided to stay at the dinner.

‘’How come everybody calls you Bucky?’’

She had been wondering about his nickname since the first time she heard Steve call him that.

‘’Steve gave me that nickname when we were kids. It just stuck and now everybody calls me that. I find it almost weird when people call me by my first name.’’ He laughs. ‘’Now he only calls me Buck though. He said he didn’t like that everybody used his nickname so he had to find another one.’’

Charlie laughed, that wasn’t surprising of Steve.

‘’My full name is James Buchanan Barnes. That’s where he got the Bucky from.’’

Charlie nodded and smiled.

‘’He loves giving people nickname, doesn’t he?’’ She laughed. ‘’After we met he started calling me Char. I absolutely hate it so he’s the only one who’s allowed to use it.’’

Bucky chuckled and raised an eyebrow, curiously.

‘’What do people usually call you then?’’

She shrugged. ‘’Just Charlie.’’

‘’Well we need to fix that. You deserve to have a nickname that isn’t Char.’’ He teased and started to think.

Bucky racked his brain, trying to come up with something cute. He wasn’t really good at coming up with names. He thought of everything he knew about her.

He thought about the day they had met and finally found something. He remembered that the dress she had on the night of his birthday had flowers on it.

‘’Lily.’’ He simply said. ‘’I’m going to call you Lily now.’’

Charlie smiled, loving the nickname. It was cute.

‘’No one else can use it but me.’’ Bucky added.

Charlie laughed.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I’m the one who came up with it, other people can come up with something else. Lily is mine.’’ He smiled, proud of his idea.

Charlie tried to hide the pink that crept to her cheek when he said that Lily was his, bringing the attention back to him.

‘’Then I have to find something for you.’’ She started to think, looking at him for ideas. ‘’James Buchanan Barnes.’’ She repeated a few times out loud, hoping it would trigger something.

‘’Just call me James. You’ll be the only one.’’ He offered, he just loved hearing his first name coming out of her mouth.

It sounded different from when other people said it and he was embarrassed of how much of an effect her saying his name had on him. Charlie smiled brightly at him.

‘’Sold?’’

‘’Sold.’’ He grinned.

Charlie extended her hand towards Bucky and stuck out her pinky finger. He looked at her, confused as what she was doing.

‘’We just made a deal, we have to pinky promise now.’’

He laughed softly, thinking she was adorable. He stuck out his pinky finger, amused, and wrapped it around hers, sealing the ‘’deal’’ witha promise.

Letting go of each other’s hand, Charlie was about to change topics when she noticed Bucky wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, instead he was focused on the conversation the people sitting at the table behind him were having.

She hadn’t noticed them before now, but as soon as she laid eyes on them she quickly understood why Bucky started listening. They were in full uniforms.

Soldiers.

The two of them were talking about how the war overseas was getting worse and not enough men were enlisting. In a few months, they would have to draft any man over 18 that was healthy enough to go fight.

Charlie looked at Bucky, he looked like he had seen a ghost and looked a lot paler than usual.

Steve had told her once how both their fathers had been in the army, fightingf or their country. Both had died.

Steve wanted to be like his dad, he tried to enlist every chance he got but because of his health issues he kept being denied. He had also told her how Bucky felt about about it all.

He wanted to honor his dad, make him proud but he was scared to die. Rightfully so.

Charlie saw the panic in his eyes and brought his attention back to her.

‘’Hey.’’She said softly, ‘’Let’s get out of here, yeah?’’

He simply nodded and they got up.

They paid and left, crossing the street back to the clinic.

Bucky hadn’t said a single word since he had heard the soldiers talking.

Charlie started to worry, not because he wasn’t talking but because it seemed like his thoughts were going a mile a minute.

‘’Bucky.’’

Nothing.

‘’James.’’

Finally, he looked at her. He tried to smile to reassure her, seeing how worried she looked but she saw right through it.

She reached out and took his hand gently.

‘’It’s going to be ok, James.’’

She gave his hand a squeeze and he squeezed back. Hearing her say his name brought a genuine smile to his face.

Charlie had to go back to work, even though she didn’t want to.

It didn’t feel right to leave him like this but she really had no choice if she wanted to keep her job.

Bucky stepped towards her, bringing her to his chest and hugging her tightly, as if he was scared of what would happen if he let go.

She wasn’t used to this.

They had hugged before but never like this. It was always a bit hesitant, the both of them being shy, it only lasted a few seconds but not this time.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him back, just as tightly.

She hated seeing him like this and the way he hugged her broke her heart.

She hold on to him, only letting go when he did, not a second before.

She promised she would call him as soon as she got home that night.

‘’Thank you.’’ He finally spoke.

Thanking her for making him feel better, not pressing him with a bunch of questions.

He knew Steve had probably told her about his dad but they didn’t need to talk about it for her to know what was wrong. She was just there when he needed her and it made him feel less alone.

He was thankful he didn’t need to talk for her to understand how he was feeling. He wasn’t sure he could find the words, anyway.

He smiled one more time at her, but it wasn’t his usual, brighter-than-the-sun smile. He looked sad.

She smiled back at him, trying to look as reassuring as she possibly could, not really sure if she was succeeding.

He started walking home and she waited until she couldn’t see him anymore before going inside.

The whole afternoon she thought of the emotions in Bucky’s eyes, her heart heavy in her chest.

As soon as her shift was over, she rushed home. Keeping her promise, she called Bucky the second she got home.

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adenei · 4 years ago

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Day 31: January Word Challenge

a/n: It’s the last one! Wow, I can’t believe I managed a drabble a day! Thanks for reading these. I leave you with a Romione AU during GOF - thanks @darkwizard1207 for the ask that inspired this one!

Oh, and since this is AU, Ron gets nice dress robes, too!

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Glow

Hermione twirled around in the soft glow of the candlelight in the dormitory. The periwinkle blue dress glittered as the light caught the sparkles that were laid within the fabric. Lavender was a lifesaver in helping her tame her hair and adding just the right amount of makeup to accentuate her features.

She looked nothing like her day to day self, but she didn’t mind. This was a special occasion, and for the first time in her fifteen years, she wanted to prove that she was indeed a girl. Hermione had been head over heels when Ron asked her to the Yule Ball. Of course, she couldn’t tell if it was a pity invitation or the easy way out to go with a friend.

She’d been nursing the feeling of fancying him for quite some time, but wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. Sure, he’d invited her to stay at his house over the summer. That had to mean something, right? Hermione desperately wanted him to see her as a girl instead of one of his friends, and if tonight didn’t do that, she was resolving to forget any hope that something more could happen between them.

It was almost time to go. Lavender and Parvati left about fifteen minutes ago, but Hermione was stalling. She was more nervous than she’d ever been before, and her feet felt like lead in the delicate heels she was wearing. It’s now or never, she thought as she made her way to the stairwell.

~o~

“Harry, you’re a lifesaver,” Ron said as he gave himself another once over in the mirror. “How’d you know I needed these?”

“Ginny may have tipped me off about what the ones your mum sent. No one deserves to wear something that ancient and dreadful.”

“Well, thanks, I owe you one,” Ron said gratefully.

“No, you don’t. It was a Christmas gift,” Harry insisted, but Ron waved him off.

Ron was wearing dress robes the shade of deep navy blue. It complemented his flaming red hair nicely and brought out his blue eyes, not that he was overly concerned about that. He was excited to have something new that he could call his own. Not to mention they actually fit!

At least Hermione won’t be embarrassed as my date now I’m wearing these, he thought. Date. The word rang in his mind as he extinguished the glow of the candle with his wand. He needed to get to the common room to meet her.

Ron wasn’t sure what possessed him to ask her that day in the library. It was probably because Viktor Krum had been lurking in the shadows and he wanted to protect her from the Quidditch star’s potential charm. She didn’t need to be involved with a bloke who was three years older. Yeah, that was it. He was being protective, not jealous.

Besides, they’d have fun together. They were friends, and there wouldn’t be as much pressure when it came to dancing and whatever else you were supposed to do at a ball. But then why was his stomach in knots and his heart fluttering uncontrollably? They were just friends. Best friends. Right?

Ginny was already waiting for Harry in the common room, but Hermione wasn’t there yet. Ron checked his watch.

“Any sign of her?” he asked his sister.

“Not yet,” Ginny said as she shook her head.

“Maybe you could go up and check on her?”

He was getting nervous. She was never late. What if she found out about the old robes and decided she didn’t want to go with him, after all?

“She’ll be here, don’t worry,” Ginny reassured him.

Sure enough, they heard movement coming from the girl’s staircase seconds later, and Hermione emerged. At least, he thought it was Hermione. She looked so unlike herself, yet he knew it was unmistakably her. He felt his mouth open against his control. She was stunning.

“Wow, you look great, Hermione! We’ll, er, meet you both downstairs,” Harry said quickly as he escorted Ginny through the portrait hole.

Hermione walked over to Ron. He knew he needed to say something, but he couldn’t find the words.

“Your robes look nice,” she offered. “They really bring out your eyes,” she added as her cheeks tinged pink.

“You, you look—wow,” was all Ron could manage.

Hermione smiled as she looked up at him shyly. “I’ll take that as a compliment, then? I know it’s probably too much, but—”

“No!” Ron cut her off. “Not at all. I mean, not that you need to look like that all the time. You look great every day! It’s just—” He had no idea what he was trying to say, and he felt like he was only making it worse.

“You do?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. You don’t need to do all this extra stuff to prove a point. Those Slytherin prats don’t know what they’re talking about anyways,” Ron said.

His ears were on fire, but he was proud of himself for admitting that to her after he saw the smile grow into a wide grin on her face. “Er, shall we go, then?” he asked, holding out his arm awkwardly for her. That’s what he was supposed to do, right?

She nodded as she laced her arm in his and they made their way down to the Great Hall.

~o~

The night flew by in an absolute whir. They’d received so many compliments, and Hermione was simply glowing from all the positive attention. Even though other blokes had come and asked her to dance, she’d remained faithful to Ron the entire evening.

It turned out that Ron wasn’t as bad a dancer as he thought he was. Either that, or Hermione was just being nice. They were one of the last couples on the dance floor when the Weird Sisters played their last song. Ron and Hermione reluctantly left when it was over and headed back up to the Common Room. Most everyone else had already gone to bed, so it was quite empty by the time they’d returned.

“I had a really great time tonight. Thank you for asking me,” Hermione said as they stood awkwardly, neither really knowing how to say goodnight.

“I did, too,” Ron said through his lopsided grin. “So…”

“We should probably get to bed,” Hermione offered, though neither moved.

Suddenly, there was a tinkling sound, and they both looked up to see magical mistletoe hanging above their heads. The candlelight in the room seemed to dim as well. If Ron was being honest with himself, a part of him wanted to kiss her all night, but he wasn’t sure how or when. Now, it looked like fate was trying to tell him he should.

He looked at Hermione, who was watching him carefully and almost...expectantly? Her eyes glanced down at his as she bit her lip softly before looking back up at him. This was the moment, Ron thought, as he steeled himself to make the move.

He leaned in gently, placing his hands tentatively on her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut and his followed as he felt his lips connect with hers. They felt soft against his as he pressed into her more. Ron was pretty sure she was kissing him back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

As far as a first kiss went, it was perfect. Nothing like the horror stories the twins told him. He pulled away after what simultaneously seemed like hours and also seconds. Ron was sure the blush on her cheeks matched the scarlet of his ears as they both managed a smile. Neither wanted to move.

Finally, it was Hermione who pulled away first. “Goodnight, Ron,” she said.

He watched her walk away in frozen silence. She stopped briefly when she got to the staircase and turned back toward him. She looked as if she were steeling herself to say something.

“I—I hope you still feel the same way when I’m back to looking like myself again tomorrow.”

Before he could respond, she’d disappeared up the stairs. He couldn’t stop the goofy grin that spread across his face as he collapsed on a nearby sofa. “Of course I’ll feel the same way! Is she bloody mental?” he said to himself as he punched the air. Sure, things would be different now, but he knew deep down that it was going to be a good thing. A very, very good thing.

#romione #ron x hermione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #hp gof #adenei answers #31 days of January Word Challenge

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fandomstuff67 · 4 years ago

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Another fix it fic for 15x20

Hey guys! I’ve written another fix it and this time Cas comes to save Dean before he died. As usual read below or on Ao3

Bed of Roses Word Count: 1.8k

Dean could feel it, the rebar, digging deeper into his heart with every breath. He really hadn’t expected today to be the day that he’d bite it, but then again he’d always known he’d go out on a hunt, today was as likely as any other day.

“I need you to tell me…” he gasped out, gripping at Sam’s jacket, “it’s okay.”

It didn’t matter how many times he’d died in the past, he was still scared. He still didn’t know what awaited him in the afterlife, he didn’t know where he’d end up. He hated this, he hated that he hadn’t thought about the placement of the rebar in the heat of the moment, he hated that he was stupid enough to charge that vamp head on like that.

After everything, he didn’t want to go like this, he didn’t want to watch Sam slowly fall apart in front of him, he didn’t want to leave Sam with that grief, but it was his time and he was okay with that.

“Dean…” Sam choked out, tears dripped down his cheeks and Dean wished he could reach up to brush them away, to comfort his little brother in this moment, but he could barely keep his lungs working anymore, and his heartbeat was slowing. He just needed to hang on a little bit longer, just long enough to hear Sam tell him it was okay, he just needed to know it was okay. “It’s-”

Sam didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of wings fluttering in the air. Dean couldn’t see anything around Sam, but Sam turned to look and Dean watched surprise flash over his features. Footsteps brushed against the barn floor and Sam stepped aside so Dean could see who it was.

The pain in his chest was momentarily forgotten as shock and hope flooded through him. “Cas?”

Cas smiled, blue eyes shining as he stopped in front of Dean and placed two fingers on his forehead. “Hello, Dean.”

An overwhelming surge of grace poured into his body and he fell forward into Cas’ arms, who then pulled him away from the rebar as he felt the wound heal. He gasped into Cas’ chest and his fingers curled into the soft fabric of his trench coat, never wanting to let go.

“Is this real?” he asked as he held Cas tighter.

“Yes,” Cas replied.

“You’re alive?” he gasped out as what were once tears of pain became tears of joy.

“I am.”

Dean finally pulled away, just enough to look into Cas’ eyes. “How?”

“Jack,” Cas answered, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course,” Dean breathed through a small chuckle. He let his hands loosen just a little on Cas’ coat, enough for him to step back slightly. “Cas… when you… left… I didn’t… I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to,” Cas replied softly.

Dean shook his head. “No, but that’s just it Cas, I did need to, because I love you too.”

Cas smiled, it was just as bright and beautiful as it had been when he’d let the empty swallow him. “I never thought I’d hear you say it.”

“I’m sorry I never said it before.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Cas replied.

“Yeah well, still, let me make it up to you.”

Dean let his hands make their way up to Cas’ face where they rested for a moment before he pulled the angel into a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, but perfect and incredible at the same time, and when they pulled apart Dean couldn’t help but laugh, Cas joined in and then Dean was hugging him again, holding onto him like if he ever let go Cas would vanish in a shadow of black goo again.

“Um,” Sam cleared his throat and Dean suddenly snapped back into the reality where he realized his brother had been watching this whole thing unfold.

Dean turned away from Cas, but he made sure to slip his hand into the angel’s, still keeping that contact between them. “Sorry, Sammy.”

Sam only smiled. “Don’t be, I’m glad you both finally sorted your shit out and I’m happy you’re back, Cas.” Dean grinned and let go of Cas’ hand so he could pull Sam into a hug. “It’s all going to be okay now, Dean,” Sam said, a smile in his voice.

Dean nodded as he clapped Sam on the back and pulled away. “Let’s go get those boys out of here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied as he looked from Dean to Cas, “let’s.”

****

Dean shifted his feet on the hay strewn ground, his nerves were firing on all cylinders and he swallowed hard to dislodge the lump rising in his throat.

Today was the day he thought he’d never get to have, the day he was going to marry the love of his life. They’d thought it fitting to do it in the barn they’d first met in, and even though Dean had spent months trying to prepare himself for this moment, he was still shaking.

He could smell the white rose that was pinned to his lapels, the rose that Cas had insisted he wear. Cas had also insisted on Dean in a dark red suit while he himself wore a white one, with a red rose.

Dean looked over at Sam, who was standing proud beside him, with Miracle at his feet, a black bow tie around his neck, and gave him a nod, which Sam returned. “You’ve got this,” Sam whispered.

“I hope so,” Dean replied.

When the music started and Dean turned to look at the barn doors as the split open once again, as Castiel emerged, clad in his suit, a bright smile on his face, and walked towards him, Dean knew that this was going to be the beginning of the best years of his life.

Jody had graciously agreed to officiate their wedding, and when Dean took Cas’ hands in his, and let their eyes meet, he felt every bubble of nervousness pop within him. He was about to commit to spending the rest of his life with Cas, and he had never been more sure about doing anything in his life.

Their vows were simple, merely a few promises uttered to open air, solidifying the most profound bond to ever exist on Earth. Their kiss was magical, and applause ran out through the barn. When they turned around, hand in hand, and looked at their found family, the family they’d worked so hard to expand and grow, he was sure he’d never felt happier.

Music started up from speakers around the barn and everyone stood to move their chairs out of the way while Dean and Castiel faced each other for their first dance.

Bed of Roses, but Bon Jovi began to filter through the air and Dean let his head fall to Cas’ shoulder while Cas wrapped one hand around his waist and held Dean’s hand with his other.

The first verse passed with them just rocking to the music, Dean drinking in the feeling of Cas’ hands around him and the press of his new ring on his finger. But when the second verse began, Dean moved to look at Cas, letting themselves separate just slightly, so they could lock eyes.

With an ironclad fist, I wake up and French kiss the morning.

While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head.

While we’re talking, about all of the things that I long to believe.

About love and truth and what you mean to me.

And the truth is, baby you’re all that I need.

“You’re all that I need,” Cas said and Dean smiled.

As the chorus played and they swayed together, Dean began to hum to the music, and he let their foreheads come together, he let the air between them become the same, and he pressed a kiss to Cas’ soft lips.

He could smell the roses between them and the scent of his own cologne and Cas’, he could feel the eyes of their friends on their backs, but they soon melted away, and it suddenly felt like it was just the two of them, alone in this barn, the place they’d first met, the place where both their lives changed for the better, the place where it all began.

The next verse spun around them as they swayed.

Well I’m so far away, that each step that I take is on my way home.

A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night, just to see through this payphone.

Still I run out of time, or it’s hard to get through.

Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you, I’ll just close my eyes and whisper… Baby blind love is true.

“Baby, blind love is true,” Dean murmured, only loud enough for Cas to hear. Cas grinned and Dean grinned back.

“Yes, it is,” Cas agreed.

Once the song ended and they separated, the music shifted and everyone came onto the dance floor. Sam and Eileen came first, followed by Claire and Kaia, and Charlie and Stevie came after and Jody even got Bobby to dance. Donna had dragged Doug to the wedding and they were swaying beside Jody and Bobby. Pretty soon everyone was dancing to the music and Dean looked around the room in awe at just how many people had turned up.

Eventually, the dance partners switched up and Dean let Cas be pulled away by Claire, who demanded that she have a chance to dance with him. Dean swung Donna in for a loop and Sam pulled Jody in close as she let out a whoop of laughter.

“I’m real happy for ya, Dean,” Donna said.

“Thanks,” Dean grinned as he snuck a glance at Cas spinning Claire in close.

They danced the night away and tables were set up with food and drinks. It was nothing special, just pizza and cheap beer, but it was perfect and Dean wouldn’t want it any other way.

As the night wore itself out and people began to bid the newly weds goodnight, Dean and Cas lingered, locked in each other’s arms and when it was finally just the two of them, left to their own devices, Dean slipped his hand into Cas’ and led him from the barn towards where Baby was parked.

“Come on, let’s go for a drive.”

Dean drove them to an empty field, where they intended to watch the stars but ended up making out in the backseat where Dean fell asleep on top of Cas and Cas spent the night smoothing back Dean’s hair and kissing him softly as he watched over him.

****

It was a long life they led, spent with family and laughter, and when Dean finally breathed his last and entered Heaven, Cas flew up to join him. Sam and Eileen followed in their wake not long after and they spent the rest of eternity sipping beers in the Roadhouse, surrounded by all the friends and family they’d lost along the way.

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armywriter2605 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction - Walking in on you singing/rapping along to one of their songs

Genre: fluff; slight angst; mentions of 18+ scenes

Warnings: None? It’s a wholesome post

Words: 3.2k

Masterlist

So while I wrote this, my draft was not saved 4 times even though I clicked on the damn button. You can imagine my frustration after the second time. I almost gave up on writing this, big oof.

I hope you enjoy it, though!!

GIFs NOT MINE

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon had just come home from another long day full of recordings and practices. He wasn't sure if he was to find you home since he usually finished his day later, but he was pleased to see your shoes by the entrance, signifying you were in the house.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

On a normal day, once he said this, you would be running into his arms, kissing him and asking him about his day yet today you were nowhere to be found. Namjoon didn't like this. He enjoyed being greeted by you every night.

"Y/N?"

Namjoon started looking for you in the kitchen, where maybe you were cooking. Then proceeded to the bedroom, bathroom and living room. You were in none of those rooms. That was until the talk he had with you last night came to him. You had asked him if you could use the PC in his studio to finish some work and he, of course, said yes. He told you everything in this house was equally his as yours. He wasn’t expecting you to actually use the PC since you had always been very cautious of using things that weren't yours. There had been a lot of times when you had asked him to use something, but you never did since you were afraid that your clumsiness would try to screw something up.

It wasn't until he was peeking through the door inside the studio that he found you with his headphones on rapping perfectly the lyrics of his song; Do You.

The song was loud and you clearly hadn't noticed him standing against the wall, staring at you. Namjoon felt like he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again. The way your head nodded at the sound of the beat while you drummed your fingers against the table following the sound of his voice. The biggest smile curled his lips.

He felt so proud of you and questioned himself how he got to have such beautiful, kind and talented girlfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had planned to go out for dinner with the rest of the boys just like you usually did when they came back from a tour, although since some of the boys were called in by the agency, all of you decided to have dinner in their dorm when the others came back. It was currently 1PM and you were taking a shower, getting ready for the dinner. Jin was supposed to pick you up at 3PM so you both could have a small date before you headed to the dorm. Just like always, you decided to put music on while you showered. This time you were in the mood to listen to your boyfriend’s beautiful voice and ruin the song while you sang alone. You just simply loved his voice in all of his songs.

On the other hand, Jin got ready too early and decided to head over to your apartment. He had the keys so he just casually let himself in. He was heading to your bedroom, yet stopped by the door once he heard a melody way too familiar. ‘Epiphany’ was playing.

“Wha..”

Jin was confused at first, but when he heard you screaming out ‘I’M THE ONE I SHOULD LOVE’ he burst out laughing, feeling the tears of joy come to his eyes. He loved how enthusiastically you were singing his song. It completely warmed his heart.

“She’s so cute, what to do?”

Out of respect and not to scare the life out of you, Jin decided to let you get ready and wait for you in the living room. Once you were ready and saw him sitting on your couch waiting for him, you smiled.

“Oppa~ You’re already here?”

“Of course. You look beautiful as ever. Oh and jagiya, I love how passionate you sang Epiphany. Definitely a 10 out of 10.”

Min Yoongi

It was late and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. He usually stayed the entire day in his studio producing and composing songs, and only came back late at night. You didn't mind, that was his job and he loved it so you were to accept it. You knew what you got yourself into the first time he informed you of what he did. It had become a routine for you to wait for him to come home so both of you could sleep in the embrace of each other. You loved it and so did he.

Yoongi had informed that today he would come home slightly later than usual. You weren't sure what slightly later meant, but you had promised yourself you would stay up. You eventually started finding out that slightly later could mean a couple of hours since an hour had already passed from the normal time he usually got home. Even though you understood how passionate he was, you still got a bit sad when he wasn’t there to help you sleep. You were exhausted today, but you were just as stubborn as your boyfriend. You were going to stay up and wait for him.

Another 30 minutes passed by and your eyes were starting to give up on you. Your own body was telling you that it was time to give it up. Not wanting to give it up just yet, you decided to grab your phone and go on Spotify.

You found a playlist Yoongi had made for you and scrolled down. You always added their songs to the playlist and right now, all you wanted, was to listen to your boyfriends voice. You decided to put ‘Shadow’ on. You loved all the raw emotions that came through that song. That was the man you fell in love with. The one who was straightforward, direct and raw with his emotions. The song began as you rested your head on the pillow and closed you eyes, quietly singing and rapping along as a small smile curled your lips.

Yoongi was extremely exhausted when opened the door to the apartment. He had been working hard on BTS’ upcoming album, and it was draining all his energies. All he wanted now was to lay down and rest with you in his arms.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as he opened the door to your bedroom.

With your eyes closed and your phone close to your ears, you didn’t notice Yoongi walking into the bedroom.

“나의 도약은 추락이 될 수 있단 걸 이제야 알겠어 때론 도망이 차선이란 걸 pause”

It was your third time listening to the song on repeat, yet you never got tired of it. It was a work of art.

Yoongi on the other hand was had a tired smile on his face as he listened to you rap to his song. You were able to capture his heart every single day through a new way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

With the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying something that you were sure wasn’t part of the song, you opened your eyes.

“Yoonie...”

“Shh. I’m here now. Close your eyes, princess.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you turn the music off, putting your phone on the nightstand. Yoongi was taking all his clothes off besides his underwear and after so, he laid down and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I have the day off tomorrow. Let’s enjoy it. Maybe I can listen to you rap a bit more to my songs.”

You nodded and laid your head on his chest.

“Love you, Y/N. So much.

“I love you too, Yoonie. Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

Jung Hoseok

The few that knew you would say you and Hoseok were equals. Both you and him were loud, full of energy and simple balls of sunshine. All of the members had admitted how much alike you two were and how cute it was. But the members weren’t the only ones loving it. You and Hoseok had made your relationship public for almost a year ago despite dating for almost 5. At first a couple of fans didn’t like it all, believing you weren’t right for him yet after countless V-lives and small videos of you and him interacting together, fans soon realized you were more alike their idol than what they thought. Now you had your own nickname inside the fandom and many were for your relationship and understood how happy you two were.

It was just another normal day for you as you waited for Hoseok to come back home. He informed he was done earlier and later you and him could go out and have some fun out. You were excited and had dolled yourself up. You had made dinner for both of you, wanting to show your gratitude for how hard he worked for both of you while you stayed home and studied your ass off.

It wasn’t long until you grabbed your phone and connected it to the speakers in the living room. You were so excited that you decided to play ‘Hope World’. You were so caught up on screaming the lyrics that you didn’t hear the front door opening or your boyfriend dancing through the hallway only to find you in the middle of the living room using your phone as a microphone while you sang along to his voice. His eyes lit up and a huge smile curled his lips. He could even cry at the moment as you screamed the lyrics to ‘Base Line’. He knew you were the one, but to see you with so much energy as you laughed and sang warmed his heart. He loved it.

“Baby. Baby! BABY!!”

Only then did you hear the voice that belonged to the man you loved so much. You turn around and smiled before turning off the music.

“Hoseok!!”

“Y/N!!”

“AAAHHH!!”

“AAAAAAHHH!!!!”

Both of you laughed as Hoseok walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you off the ground and giving the both of you a spin.

“I missed you, sweetcheeks!”

“And I missed you too, my ball of sunshine!”

“I made sure to have the rest of today free so both me and you can spend all the time together.”

“Thank you, Hobi.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You do so much for me. I’m so glad to have you in my life, baby.”

“Me too, Hobi. You’re the best that happened to me. Now, let’s go have dinner! I made your favorite today!”

Park Jimin

Jimin had always been known for having problems with perfecting everything and no matter what, nothing was good enough for him. He always felt like his dancing could be even better, his singing more pleasant to listen to, his looks could somehow improve. He was too rough on himself even when everyone else around him told him that it was good, that he was good enough. Today was one of those days when Jimin was being too harsh on himself. You knew that not only because he hadn’t answered your texts like usual, but because Yoongi had sent you a text informing you of so.

It had been exactly 5 hours since Jimin had left for the dance studio and you knew the dance practice had ended at least 2 or 3 hours ago. Since you hated when your boyfriend beat himself up, you had decided to pack a lunch and head to the agency and pay him a visit.

You made sure to cook a bunch of his favorite dishes and also to stop by a cafe and buy his favorite drink. As his girlfriend, you knew how hard he worked and sometimes it truly concerned you.

Jimin was drenched in sweat as he graciously moved in front of the huge mirrors that covered the wall in front of him. He was completely exhausted and his vocal cords had also been failing him the last hour. He knew he was lacking. It was like a missing last piece from a puzzle that he had been searching for years.

Tired and completely worn out, Jimin laid down on the cold floor breathing heavily. He closed his eyes until he heard the door open. He immediately sat himself up, yet relaxed once he saw you walk through the door, smiling.

"How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing? I brought you tons of food because I know you haven't ate. I won't take no for an answer so let's eat, Minie~"

Jimin laughed and nodded as he got up and walked over to you, pecking your cheek.

"Let me just go to the bathroom real quick then." He said before walking out.

You decided to start getting things ready and done so both of you could eat once Jimin got back. As you sat everything up, you started mumbling to one of your favorite songs.

About 2 minutes later, Jimin was about to walk through the door when heard you sing. He loved to hear you sing. It wasn't until he opened the door that he realized 'Serendipity' was the song you were singing.

"Just let me love you

Just let me love you

우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터 모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you"

In that one second, it was like his heart completely stopped and he forgot how to breathe.

That was it. That was what he had been missing out. Not the singing, but somehow the approval and love and adoration your voice held as you sang his song. Like you accepted his flaws and mistakes, but still loved him as a whole.

It wasn't until you turn around and saw him staring at you with tears running down his cheeks that he realized he was crying.

"What's wrong!? Are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

Jimin shook his head and wiped his tears away as he gave you his typical shining smile.

"Nothing's wrong. I just realized how much I truly love you. Keep singing, please."

You smiled back and nodded as you kept on setting everything up while you sang along to 'Serendipity' and eventually 'Lie'.

Kim Taehyung

You had always been a fan of BTS, ever since their first album came out. You just connected to them and were happy that you found their music. You first met Taehyung on the streets in New York. You hadn’t recognized him when he bumped into you with two drinks in hand. You had just moved there and were going crazy with everything that you hadn’t noticed all your school work was now on the ground in the busy streets of New York. You let out a sigh, but still apologized. And so did Taehyung. He thought you were extremely pretty, so while he helped you pick your now drenched school work, he grabbed a pen of yours and wrote his number in one of the papers. From there on, you and him became extremely closed.

That was 6 years ago and both of you had now been dating for 4. It took the both of you two full years to get the courage and confess your feelings for each other, but ever since you did, you two were inseparable. You moved to Korea with him a year ago and were extremely happy with your decision, despite your parents opinions regarding the subject.

You were now sitting in your boyfriend’s lap as both him and Jungkook played together. He loved having you in his arms as he played. It gave him all the confidence to win against the younger boy, he said. You knew that was just an excuse because he lost most of the times, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were more than happy to sit there.

“Hey Y/N, you’re an army, right? Which one of our songs is your favorite? I say it’d definitely be Singularity, but Jimin here is so sure that is Tony Montana for some reason.” You heard Hoseok say as he sat next to you, Jimin following him.

“She’s always singing along to that song whenever she’s here! Jin-hyung agrees with me as well.”

“My favorite song?...Hm... Let’s see...”

“Imagine your face Say hello to me Then all the bad days They're nothing to me With you”

You sang as you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. At the sound of your voice and the lyrics of ‘Winter Bear’ coming out of your mouth, Taehyung smiled instantly. He dropped the controller he was holding and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your cheek and neck.

“My song is your favorite? Really?”

You nodded your head, giggling.

“Of course, baby. Didn’t you know that? I’m always singing this song at home.”

Taehyung shrugged, yet placed a last kiss to your cheek before he grabbed the controller again.

“AH!! I knew it!!” You heard Namjoon yell from the kitchen as Jimin and Hoseok, even Jin, puffed out.

That day, Taehyung won against Jungkook who claimed he was going easy on his hyung.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had asked you out about two years ago, and despite being friends for over 10 years, the entire dating thing was all very new for the both of you. Even so, these two years had been full of love. You were both deeply in love with each other.

Today was another day as he stayed in the house with you. He had come back from tour just yesterday and wanted to spend the days he had as off with you before he had to get back to work. You were both curled up in bed, snuggling close to each other before you heard your phone’s alarm go off. You had completely forgotten about it and to turn it off, yet once Jungkook heard his own voice come from your voice, a low and husky chuckle left his mouth.

“You have my song as your alarm? You’re adorable.”

You turn around to face him and hug him, starting to whisper the lyrics of the song into his ear.

“Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya Oh I will And yes you know, yes you know Oh, I will call ya, I will touch ya Oh, I will”

Without even blinking, Jungkook was now on top of you, grinning. He glared into your eyes, looking into your soul. In his eyes, you got more beautiful every single time he eyed you. From your hair, to your skin, to your eyes. Everything about you captivated him, how could he have waited 10 years to ask you out? In his eyes, you were perfect for him and no one could change his mind. And now you sang to his song with that sweet voice of yours. Those lyrics were usually just lyrics to him, but now it did something to him and he knew every time he sang that song in front of all Armys he’d remember how your breath hit his neck while you sang along, creating the perfect harmony.

“Are you using my own lyrics against me, baby girl?”

You giggled and shrugged. “I have no idea of what you’re talking. I’m just singing along to my favorite song, baby boy.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“Don’t like it, Kookie?”

“Oh baby, I love it.”

“Show me how much.”

With that answer and after turning your alarm off, both you and Jungkook spend the rest of the morning in bed, all up on each other.

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cordonian-literature · 4 years ago

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The Aftermath - Ch. 30

The Beaumont Bash

Summary: Though everyone’s minds are occupied, the Bash ends up being eventful

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warnings: mention of character death, violence, language, implied smut

A/N: we’re nearing the end! just wanted to thank everyone that’s liked/commented/reblogged, it means the world to me <3

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- Hana -

The dinner with Rashad went better than Hana thought it would. He had driven up to the Beaumont’s Estate in a limo, holding a bouquet of pink lilies. Rashad held the car door open for her, then sat at a respectful distance.

When they walked into the restaurant arm in arm, Hana tried to move the negative thoughts out of her head, at least just for the evening. But they were there to talk about Neville after all. She expected the night to be filled with frustrated and confusing feelings.

But Rashad didn’t even mention Neville until dessert. They spent their meal talking about the Social Season, what activities Hana had enjoyed, and how glad Rashad was to see her back at court.

Hana didn’t fail to notice his flattery and flirtations, and she couldn’t deny the fact that she enjoyed it. His light presence was refreshing compared to Neville’s gloomy one.

When the waiter had taken away their dessert plates, Rashad took out a small folder and slipped it across the table to her. Hana saw the look in his eyes: the man was reluctant to speak. She knew what he wanted to say, and she preferred he didn’t say it at all. She preferred to leave their peaceful evening as it was and not mention the hideous topic that was her husband.

They returned to the Beaumont Estate late. Rashad gave her knuckles a kiss and bid her goodnight. As she walked up to her rooms, she didn’t pay attention to the servants running around making last minute preparations. With the divorce papers and Rashad’s lilies in her hand, and Riley just a few feet away (ready to douse any doubts that Hana had), she felt freer than she had in years.

The next morning, the estate was bustling with activity with servants and members of the court getting ready for the evening. Throughout the day, Hana was nervous for her confrontation with Neville, but Riley distracted her mind from it.

She heard that Riley and Liam had an argument a few days ago, but the joy in Riley’s tone hinted no such unhappiness. Hana was genuinely excited for her friend, and wanted to ask what was next for the couple.

What Hana thought was even better was that Liam ignored his morning meetings and instead spent the day with Gabriel and Eleanor. The three of them even entered the dining hall together, the children hiding their giggles behind their hands.

Hana was thankful that the Beaumonts had put her seat as far as possible from Neville, and right next to Rashad. She saw Neville give her a side glance, and thought about the papers that were still in her room.

Again she forced herself not to think about him and made herself focus solely on Rashad, which she found not to be difficult at all. He actually listened to her when she had comments or opinions, and never failed to compliment her at any given chance. Though the compliments weren’t wanted or expected, it was satisfying to see Neville look over at the pair with such a displeased expression.

“Esteemed guests, please join us in the grand hall for the after-dinner festivities,” Bertrand stands from his seat to announce.

Anxiety pools again in Hana’s chest. She needed to build the strength to go and talk to Neville, demand that he fill out the papers. How on Earth was she going to do that? Rashad gives Hana his elbow, and she can feel eyes on them as they walk out of the dining hall. She sees Bertrand tell his son, Leo’s children, and Riley’s children to go up to their rooms. The children pout, but then say goodbye to their parents and leave.

From the top of the stairs, Maxwell helps Rowan slice open a bottle of champagne. The court cheers, and the hall erupts in party.

Hana dances with Rashad for a while, the careless movements feeling unfamiliar. But they danced and laughed together as one, and there was more peace and delight in those few hours with Rashad than there had been in the five years Hana had spent with Neville.

Once Rashad sat to take a break from the dancing, Hana walked away to find herself more champagne. When she finds two glasses and tries to make her way back to Rashad, she sees Neville talking to someone drunkenly in a corner.

Hana abandons the two glasses, leaving them on a table somewhere. Stepping over the broken glass on the stairs she rushes to her room to grab the papers and a pen.

When she rejoins the party, it takes her a moment to find Neville again. But when she finally does, he's laughing hysterically and has his arm around someone.

“If you’ll excuse us, I need to speak to the Earl for a moment,” Hana tells the small group gathered. They walk away, and Neville brushes his clothes and turns to speak to her.

“What is it, Hana?” he demands. “Am I not allowed to enjoy the party?”

“I wished to speak to you about something important.” She steps in his way to stop him from walking off.

“Can’t it wait until later?”

“I have some papers you need to sign,” Hana states politely. Before she can say more, Neville yanks the folder and pen from her hands. He goes through and marks everything without even reading it. Hana leans forward to see that he was marking everything correctly. Was it really so easy?

“There.” He shoves the papers back at her. “Now, for the love of God,” he leans in closer to her, “Let me enjoy this damned party. You’ve done nothing this Social Season except be an utter nuisance.”

A servant walks by, carrying glasses of champagne. Neville grabs one, and Hana goes for the other.

“And here I was thinking that our marriage would be advantageous, as your parents put it.” Neville scoffs, then continues. His speech is slightly slurred. Hana knows he’s drunk. “I might as well have married someone at the same station as Lady Riley. At least she would have given m—”

Hana doesn’t let him finish his sentence. She was tired of the nonsense that always came out of this man’s mouth. Hana moves the papers behind her and throws the contents of her glass at him. Some champagne flies into his mouth, and he gapes at her. Not allowing him to say anything else, Hana goes to put the divorce papers safely back into her room and spend the rest of the night with Rashad.

- Olivia -

The party wasn’t exactly boring, it was comparatively more lively than recent Beaumont Bashes, but the investigation occupied Olivia’s mind so thoroughly that she didn't even realize when the festivities had begun around her.

Olivia grabs another glass of champagne and heads towards the doors, planning on calling Jacob and running some ideas off of him. She had too many theories to count, but there was always some piece that didn’t connect, didn’t make sense.

The breeze welcomes her outside. Olivia can hear the party pulsating inside, but she tries to tune it out. Taking slow sips of her drink, she glances at the time, wondering what the rest of her friends were doing. She considered going back inside to speak to Hana, or better yet, help keep Neville away from her, but Olivia sees something out the corner of her eye. She thinks it’s another party-goer, so she turns her gaze away. But she notices the person’s shadow edge towards her, then back away quickly.

Olivia follows the shadow, unconsciously listing all the places in her dress that she had weapons. She gets closer and sees that the shadow belonged to a tall man. He was looking in her direction, but when she came fully into view, he turns away again. There’s a black van near him.

Olivia wonders who and what the van is for. The members of the court who brought their own vehicles weren’t allowed to leave them on this part of the estate grounds. Olivia taps the knife closest to her hip, then calls out to the man.

“Is there a reason you’re standing out here?” she asks him.

The man stares back at her, but says nothing. He’s significantly taller than Olivia, even as she wears heels.

“Who are you here for?”

The man shakes his head, still silent.

“Are you going to answer me, or will I have to call security?” Olivia threatens. There was no doubt that she was definitely going to take matters into her own hands, but she was hoping that the mention of security would make the man speak to her, or at least leave.

“Waiting for my boss,” he finally responds. His accent is thick. She can’t pinpoint it, but it could be either Ukrainian, Russian, or even Polish. The information he gave wasn’t enough for Olivia, so she decides to press on.

“What’s your boss’ name?”

Again, the man remains silent. She wants to tell him to go wait for his boss somewhere else, but a thought edges at Olivia’s mind. This area was relatively close to the entrance, and there was another servants entrance only a few steps away. Perfect location for a person to quickly get into this black van and drive away.

Something clicks, but Olivia doesn't know if her thoughts are true or are false speculation. She turns quickly and heads back inside. She thinks that she might as well have a member of security keep an eye on him. Olivia needed to watch the guests.

- Liam -

When Bertrand calls everyone into the main hall and the children have to leave and go to their rooms, Liam, Gabriel, and Eleanor are all hesitant to leave each other. Liam considered going up to their rooms with them and perhaps playing a game with them, but they walk off with their friends and Riley takes his hand.

He remembers that he had asked Riley to give him until the end of the season to let him prove to her that they were still meant to be. He felt the fact had been proven true in his heart, and he knew by the way she looked at him that she felt it as well. He wanted to propose tonight, but didn’t know when the right moment would be.

So when the music starts playing, he forgets his worries and dances with Riley. Amid the chaos that Maxwell had started, he focuses on her and lets everything else fade into the background.

When they get tired and move to take a seat on the steps, Riley rests her head on Liam’s shoulder and laughs.

“I don’t think I realized how much I missed this,” she says to him.

“I’m glad you finally did.” He leans down to kiss her. When they part, she jumps up and joins Rowan on a horse that was going around the hall. Liam notices Drake on the side of the room, and almost goes to stand next to his friend. But Riley dismounts the horse, and he’s at her side again.

“I’m tired,” she says, slightly out of breath.

Liam looks around. People had started retreating to different parts of the estate to continue the party.

“Shall we visit the spa?” Liam asks her. She smiles, then takes his hand and begins walking up the stairs, avoiding the broken bottles.

In front of the door to the spa, she turns back to him. There’s a smirk on her lips. He leans down to brush his lips with the corner of her mouth.

She takes his hand again and leads Liam down the hall. He notices that they’re near her room. His pulse begins to thunder at his temples. Liam steps into the room after her. He put a hand on her waist and drew her towards him. She looked up at him, then he lifted her against him and kissed her. Liam closes the door behind him, and they stumble awkwardly onto the bed.

- Drake -

Boris had arrived at Ramsford barely an hour after Jessica. The man rushed to hug Riley and the kids. Drake watched silently as the man greeted the rest of his friends, and gave Jessica a kind nod. Jessica was holding Drake’s hand tightly in her own, and he could feel the ring on her finger. He was shocked that she decided to wear it at all.

Did it really not suit her, as she said it wouldn’t? He couldn’t tell. He wanted to lift her hand to the light and examine it. But he couldn’t do that in front of everyone. He didn’t even believe that examining it would even make a difference.

She got ready and met him in front of his room. She looked stunning. Like a goddess. But Drake wanted to avert his eyes. If his gaze fell on her, the only thing he could think about was Boris’ hands on her, his lips on her lips.

During dinner, Drake noticed how Boris and Jessica avoided each other’s eyes. He wanted to get up, punch the man, force him to leave. But Boris was laughing along with Liam and the kids.

“Darling, are you alright?” Jessica asks him. Drake wonders if his annoyance was really so clear on his face, but he doesn’t really care. He carries on with his meal until it’s time to start the party.

He remembers Jessica’s trips to Greek islands, accidentally forgetting to tell Drake where exactly she was going. Jessica frowning at her phone in the middle of dinner and shutting it off. Texts coming in the middle of the night. How had he been so oblivious?

Once the party starts, he keeps an eye on both of them, staying in the sidelines. Jessica mingles with the other ladies while Boris drinks to his heart’s content. Drake wonders how Riley’s enjoying the party, then sees her and Liam walking up the stairs.

His heart burned again. He wanted answers. He wanted to pull Jessica into a corner and demand that she tell him everything.

How many times had she lied to him, said that she was going to run an errand but was actually spending time with this man? How long had she known him?

And there were more pressing questions, which Drake hadn’t thought about: if Boris played a part in keeping Riley away, and Jessica had been spending time with Boris for the past few years, did she know where Riley was all along? Had Jessica worked with Boris against Drake, Liam, and Maxwell?

The burning intensifies. Liam had told Drake how he felt about Theodore. Now Drake felt the same way about Boris.

He moves without thinking. Drake grabs a bottle of abandoned champagne. He walks over to Boris, who was in a drinking contest with some Lord.

“Boris, my man,” Drake pats his shoulder. “Come with me, I know you don’t wanna waste your time here. We’ll have a real drinking contest.”

The men around them burst out in cheers and laughter. Boris throws his head back and throws his arm around Drake’s shoulder. His steps are wobbly. Drake takes that advantage and leads Boris up the stairs into an empty room.

Boris falls back into a chair in the middle of the room.

“Enjoying the party?” Boris asks. He looks over at Drake who still has the bottle in his grasp.

“Yup.” And again, without really thinking, Drake draws his arm back and throws the bottle at Boris with as much force as he can muster. The glass shattering sends a jolt of energy through Drake. The blood dripping down Boris’ forehead was satisfying to look at. It’s what you deserve.

Boris tries to stand. Drake punches him. He falls onto the ground, bringing the chair down with him.

In a flash, Boris is on his feet again. Drake feels Boris’ fist make contact with his face, and he stumbles backwards.

Looking at Boris only a few feet away from him with his fist ready to throw another punch, Jessica comes into Drake’s mind. She wouldn’t be happy with either man if she found out that they had fought.

But what did Drake care? Clearly she had never cared for him.

He throws another punch. His knuckles burn, but that’s the least of his problems. Boris’ arm flies back, Drake pushes him. The man is flat on his back. Drake jumps on top of him. He hits Boris repeatedly, wondering when the pain in his chest would go away.

Boris’ bloody and bruised face underneath Drake didn’t make him feel as good as he thought it would. He can’t make himself stop. Drake forces himself to pull back. Boris was barely breathing.

For good measure, Drake punches him three more times, ignoring his own bleeding knuckles: one for Riley, another for Gabriel, and the last one for Liam.

Drake stands, huffing and puffing. He takes a moment to look at what he’s done to Boris. It didn’t exactly make him feel better, and he knew there would be consequences to this, but at least this man got some of what he deserved.

“Got anything to say to me?” Drake asks again. The adrenaline was urging him to throw another punch, to get rid of this man permanently.

Drake starts pacing, he couldn’t make himself stand still. He couldn’t deal with the fact that he had asked this man a question, and he had the audacity not to answer.

“You worked to keep Riley away, you kept Gabriel away from his Dad, you were fucking around with Jessica.” Drake didn’t know if his words were making sense, but it felt good to get them out. He had to do something to get rid of the energy that continued to build inside of him, and he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to hit Boris again, no matter how much he wanted to.

Boris mumbles something. Drake catches the man say “Gabriel.” He leans down to grab Boris’ collar.

“Why’s the kid’s name in your mouth?” Drake spits. He was tired of this man.

Drake sees Boris’ bruised eyes fill with tears. “Never meant to... hurt...”

“Never meant to hurt Gabriel? What do you mean?”

“Paint.”

“What?”

“Painting. Wasn’t supposed... to be in Gabe’s room.”

Drake lets go of Boris’ collar, letting his head fall to the floor. That wasn’t what Drake had expected.

Drake turns to leave, locking the door behind him. He didn’t know what to do with the information he had. Drake felt lightheaded, drunk, still a bit angry, but confused more than anything. For a moment he contemplates going to find Liam, but remembers that him and Riley had walked off. Bastien wouldn’t be as useful. Olivia. Olivia would help. She’d know what to do.

He turns away from the door and goes to walk down the hall, and bumps right into Olivia.

“Where’ve you been?” she asks. “I’ve been looking around everywhere but haven’t been able to find anyone. I saw someone outside—”

“Your answers are behind this door,” he interrupts her.

She pauses, looking him up and down. Her eyes rest on his bloody hands. Olivia raises an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Just...” Drake rubs his face, wanting to get rid of the tired feeling. “Just make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. He knows more than he should.”

#trr fanfic #trr drake x oc #liam x mc #trr choices fanfic #cordonia #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic

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ferallymine · 4 years ago

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Twilight Princess: In Her Place

A/N: I forgot how much i love TP and I decided Iris deserved past incarnations. Here’s a thing I wrote and it’s 2:32am so goodnight.

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The hidden village above Kakariko was finally accessible, thanks greatly in part to the Gorons’ efforts. Link and Iris had ventured up, but the day was almost over, and they hadn’t come back down yet. The sun was setting, giving a crimson hue to bounce off the rocks in the gorge. Dust rose with the gentle wind, creating small whirlwinds around the town.

Talo began to get fidgety, “They’ll be back soon, right?”

Luda gave a small nod, “They’re strong. Should be back any minute.”

“That Iris girl seems awfully close to Link, doesn’t she?” Beth leaned against the railing on the roof, trying to get a better look of the path leading up the mountain, “What’s Ilia gonna think when she remembers him?”

“Who knows,” Malo shrugged and hopped off the wooden crate he’d been using to see over the railing, “But maybe the real question to ask is- are we too biased in our favor to Ilia to see if Iris is actually a good match for him or not?”

Beth stomped her foot, “She’s clearly not! She’s a witch! She makes monster plants and stuff! She’s a bad influence and doesn’t deserve our hero.”

Luda put a finger to her chin, “Father used to be close to botany witches in his younger years when there were more of them. I remember him telling me that they helped cure ailment-“

“Here they come!” Talo jumped and pointed at the two figures emerging from the shadows into the sunset light.

-----

Renaldo, Link, Iris, Ilia, and the children all gathered in the shaman’s house. The tension of anticipation was thick, as if one of them could cut it with their sword.

Would this work? Ilia had the key to the last piece of the Mirror of Twilight locked in the back of her memories. What if this didn’t work? What would they have to do?

Link pulled out the charm that Impaz had given him and placed it in Ilia’s open palm. A stillness pierced the tension- everyone holding their breath at once.

“I… made this…” Ilia’s voice whispered quietly. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “The scent of hay…”

Link didn’t notice the look on his face, but Iris did. The yearning- the need beyond the missing key for her to remember. For her to remember him. It chipped Iris’ heart, just a little bit.

Ilia opened her eyes, a sudden excitement on her face, “Link! I…I remember!” She leapt into his open arms, a tight embrace. Link spun her around, pure joy in his eyes. He set her down and she grabbed his face, kissing his face all over. The kids cheered, jumping in ecstatic glee. Iris forced a smile, hating how much her heart twisted over something that should be a happy moment.

Renado began to gently usher them out, “Let’s give them a moment.”

-----

Iris rounded the corner, leaving the others to go to the spring. The chill of the water sent a shiver up her spine as her feet entered the water. The children’s echoes of laughter danced along the chilly air.

Midna appeared in her shadow form beside her, “Hey witch.”

“Hello, Princess.”

“…in my opinion, he’s making a huge mistake.”

“Thanks.”

Silence as the moon rose over the village.

“She spilled about the memory, but she’s keeping him there to catch her up on everything.” Midna rolled her eyes and cocked her hip, “Men and their egos. Sometimes he makes me wonder if I chose the right beast.”

“He’s the wolf, I’m just a panther.”

“Wolf or no- you’ve proven yourself more dependable and worthy of your triangle lately.” Midna reached behind her, using her power to pull out the Dominion Rod.

“What are you-“

“Take this to Impaz- that old woman you both just saved. You’ll get more information about getting to the sky for the Mirror shard.”

Iris took the rod, weighing it in her hand, “Midna.”

“Iris.”

“…Thank you.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey, Midna?”

“Hey, Iris?”

“I really love him.”

“…If it helps, I was rooting for you.”

“It doesn’t, but I appreciate the sympathy.”

Midna turned to leave, but paused. “Remember the temple in the lake?”

“We almost died.”

“You saved us from what would’ve been certain death by Zant.” A wind picked up, making Iris shiver as Midna spoke, “And the look in Link’s eyes watching you bleed out like that was true heartbreak. I think…I think he’s suppressing his emotions because he doesn’t want to feel that again if he loses you.”

“You sound like Zelda.”

Midna shrugged, “She did put her life into me. Anyway, I’m trying to say to not give up, even after what you just witnessed. We never said he was smart.”

Iris chuckled, “Sure.”

-----

“See! Link loves Ilia!” Beth jumped in a circle, hands held with Luda- which drug the poor girl along for the spin.

Talo and Collin pumped their fists in the air, chanting “Link! And! Ilia!”

Malo nodded, “Indeed, he loves her.”

“So he does.”

The kids stopped their celebrating, turning to see a somber Iris. The firelight from the window cast dancing shadows over her face. A slight glisten off her cheek where a single tear had fallen.

Beth stuck out her tongue, hands on her hips, “You’re a witch. Link deserves better than you.”

“Hey.” Luda stepped away, “They’re not all bad-“

“No…” Iris raised her hand, “I know my place in his life now. When he comes out, tell him it’s okay.” Iris toyed with a rod looped to her belt at her side. The kids didn’t know what it was, but Iris kept talking before they could ask, “If he asks…tell him I’m finishing what we started.”

And with that, she walked off into the darkness of the night.

-----

Impaz checked over Iris’ hand, silver triangle glowing subtly against her skin. “No doubts about it! Oh, I’m so happy that the Harmony piece of the Triforce has reemerged. The founder of this village often told stories of the Harmony Avatar bringing balance wherever they went. You’ll set all this right, I just know it. You even managed to get the rod of the heavens! Oh, happy night!”

Iris smiled, “Thank you. I’m honored that the Goddesses picked me to carry on this power.”

Impaz turned, walking into her abode. A chest lay in the back against a dusty old wall.

“Here we go, Miss!” She turned, handing the witch an ancient booklet.

Iris inspected it, being careful with the pages to not tear them, “Thank you for your service, Impaz. I’m forever grateful. Please, don’t seclude yourself here any longer. Go into Kakariko Village tomorrow morning and meet the lovely people there.”

“If you insist,” Impaz gave a little smile, “I have always wondered what lie beyond that pesky rockslide!”

Iris waved goodbye and began her journey back down the mountain.

-----

Ilia leaned against Link’s shoulder, arm snugly wrapped around his. She was fast asleep.

Link was sleeping peacefully, until a hand nudged him awake.

“What are you doing?!” Midna’s annoyance was very clear.

Link sat up, trying to not wake Ilia, “What are you talking about? I’m sleeping- do you know what sleeping is?” He returned the attitude in a harsh whisper.

“You had a touching reunion, but you’re not gonna continue our mission? She gave you what you needed- let’s get a move on!”

“It’s 1am. I need rest. Let me sleep in peace.”

“Least you could’ve done was tell Iris you intended on sleeping with your hometown side-hoe.” Midna leaned against the wall, arms behind her head.

His face flushed red. Then went white with realization, “Oh fu-“

“Language! You have innocent ears there.” Midna giggled.

Link freed himself from Ilia’s grasp and stood up, “Is she outside?”

“Am I Iris’ keeper?” Midna rolled her eyes, “Go out and find her yourself, coward.” She dived into his shadow.

Link opened the door, greeted suddenly by wind and the sounds of crickets. He looked to his left towards the spring, but didn’t see Iris there.

“You okay?” Link jumped at the sound, but calmed when he realized it was just Luda on the porch of the next-door house, “You look a little stressed.”

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I like the night. Plus Beth kicks in her sleep, ahah.”

Link sighed, “Hey… did you see Iris at all?”

“She was upset,” those words made his heart sink, “The kids were making fun of her. She said to tell you this though. She said that it’s okay, that she knows her place in your life now.”

Link held his breath, “Is Iris still in the village?”

Luda shook her head, “She had a weird stick thing on her belt. She said to tell you that she’s finishing what you both started and walked that way.” The girl pointed towards the path to Impaz’ village.

“Thank you, Luda. I think you should go inside and get some sleep now.”

She shrugged, “Okay… Oh, Shad came out while you and Ilia were talking. Iris was with him and they were pointing to some spots on her map. She then said she was headed back to Ordon. I don’t know why she’s doing that at night or even without a horse but I’m not gonna judge her capabilities.”

“Oh, really?” Link looked around, finding Epona tied to the fence across the street, “Thank you, again, Luda. I’m going to go track her down- she wasn’t supposed to leave without me.”

The girl stood up, “I’m in no place to judge your relationships, so I’ll just say good luck.” Luda opened the creaky, rust-filled door and went back inside.

Midna popped up after the girl was gone, “So we warping or are you seriously gonna ride your horse all the way back to catch her?”

Link shook his head, “We’re warping.”

-----

“Alright owl statue.” Iris waved the rod in a circle, “Move!”

The green hues lit up the surrounding hills thanks to it still being dead of night. Crickets and other bugs scurried away from their moss-covered home at the sight of this new and strange light. Several little hops later, the statue was out of its alcove. Desummoning the rod’s powers, Iris stepped to the symbols that it had covered.

“Ah…gotcha.” Iris scribbled down the ancient writing onto the extra paper Shad had provided before her departure.

A familiar buzzing sounded behind her. Iris rolled her eyes and sighed, foolishly thinking that she’d have at least until morning.

Midna popped up first, “In my defense I grew tired of waiting.”

Link looked angry. His footsteps were heavy as he marched towards Iris.

Iris rolled her eyes and summoned the owl statue again. It began hopping backwards.

“No you don’t!” Link raced to the alcove. He squeezed through the space before the owl fully closed off the opening.

Iris and Link stood face-to-face, cramped together in the small space. The light from the Dominion Rod gave them just enough to see each other’s faces.

“How did you get the rod?” Link searched his brain for questions and didn’t know where to start. He figured that was the best way to go.

“Take a guess.”

“Midna?”

“Congrats, you win.” Iris’ face wasn’t impressed.

Link took a breath, “Iris… I didn’t forget about you or anything I just-“

“No.”

“What?”

She closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowing, “No excuses. I don’t care about your love life. What I do care about is being led on.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Furthermore,” Iris continued, “Now that I know my place in your life, I decided to utilize my skills to continue the mission while you enjoyed time with your lover.”

“She’s not my-“

“Link, stop.” She sighed, “I said no excuses.”

“I’m not making excuses!” Link caught himself nearly yelling at her. He took a breath before starting again, “Did I once love Ilia- yes. Yes I did. But before I loved her she was my best friend. I’m not going to save the world and leave my friends to the wayside to fend for themselves or not help them with impossibly hard tasks.”

Iris sighed, “You let all your friends kiss you? You spin them around and then sleep next to them all snuggled up and holding each other?”

“…I…” Link froze, trying to think, trying to find how to say exactly what he’s feeling.

She scoffed, “Yeah. That’s what I thought. You made this bed, now lie in it.” The rod’s light brightened as Iris used it to move the statue. It made two hops before Link grabbed her wrist.

“Stop…please…” His voice shook.

Iris stopped, sudden concern on her face. She’d never heard his voice waver like this.

A breath, “I need you to understand that I’m never good with emotions or saying the right things. But I’m going to try and convey them now.”

“Then spit it out.”

Iris felt Link’s hand tremble. “When we first met in the Twilight I didn’t trust you. But as we went along and had this journey I… I realized I couldn’t have done half the things we accomplished without you.”

“Link-“

“When I caught your hand before you went over the edge in Goron Mines. When I almost was squashed by the falling logs in Faron. All our battles as beasts in Twilight. Hell, even Yeto’s mansion was filled with traps that almost killed us.”

“I-“

“But it was Zant’s attack…” He looked up, tears welling in his eyes. Iris’ heart hurt. “You… you were bleeding so badly and I couldn’t stop it in my beast form. I had to drag you to safety after you passed out. And I couldn’t stay because I had to take Midna to Zelda.”

“I’m still here, Link.”

“I shut down after that.” He closed his eyes, tears flowing, “I didn’t know if you were dead or alive and I couldn’t take it. Midna can even attest I was so distraught that I became physically unwell. When the Master Sword changed me back I vomited, seized, and passed out. I couldn’t carry on like that and I decided that having no feelings was better than having that deep of a sense of despair.”

“So when Ilia got her memories back…” Iris placed a hand on his cheek.

“The suppressed feelings came out. I was so happy and starved from any emotion besides nothingness that everything came out at once. I had my best friend again. Talking to her for so long was therapeutic. I didn’t intend to abandon you or make you feel used I just…” he clutched his chest, “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you again.”

“So you’re reasoning was to push me out.”

“I never said it was smart, but that’s what I rationalized at the time.”

Iris pulled Link’s face close, letting their foreheads touch and eyes close. “From this point on, don’t push me out.” A gentle whisper for only him. “Let me help you. Don’t be afraid of your emotions.”

“I won’t… I’m so sorry…”

#iris #link #midna #the legend of zelda #original character #twilight princess

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

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If Only You Knew (Chapter One)

Harry walked around Grimmauld Place one night, looking at all the pictures that are hung up on the wall, finding one inpartical one of a golden haired girl with a bright smile, he asked Sirius and Remus about the girl in the picture, learning her whole story.

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Harry had woken up from another nightmare, rolling over in his head. The clock hanging on the wall had just fell on nearly three in the morning, causing him to roll his eyes.

He rolled out of bed, tossing his robes on, he knew that everyone was fast asleep in the house, all having a busy day of arguing so he was in the clear.

Harry slowly opened his door, taking a look back and forth before quietly walked out, the hallway was dark, not a sound in the house came through.

“Lumos,” Harry whispered, a white light from his wand cleared his eyes, now able to see where he was going. Not having to worry about portraits yelling down at him.

As Harry walked down the stairs, he looked again, left and right, interested in seeing was Grimmauld Place had in store for him. He took a right, leading himself into a hallway, filled with pictures all over the walls.

One particular one had caughten Harry's eye, stopping just in the middle, smiling at a large hung portrait in the middle, he recognized his father, wearing his quidditch uniform, Sirius and Remus, Peter, his mother then someone he had never seen before.

A golden haired girl stood proud, holding a broom in her right hand, and a snitch in her left, mid air tossing it up.

“Lexi Baller,” Sirius had caused Harry to jump and turn in his direction, Sirius had his eyes on the picture smiling, Remus had been behind him, leaning against the wall.

“Who was she, you’ve never mentioned her before,” Harry looked at the picture, the girl tossed the snitch in the air, catching it in her hand with a smile, then looking over at Sirius who had been looking at her.

“My best friend,” Remus started to say leaning off the wall and standing beside Harry now. “One of the bravest girls you’d ever meet,”

“The smartest,” Sirius pipped in standing on the other side of Harry. “Lexi saw the good in people, no matter what, she took care of us on our hardest days,”

Sirius and Remus looked into the picture. The day was the day that Lexi and James had one the Quidditch championship. They both smiled at the memory, taking them back from that day.

“Lexi come on, we’re gonna be late!” James shouted banging on the change room doors.

Sirius had quickly tossed his pants on, helping Lexi with her bra at the same time.

“I’m coming James, just give me a second!” Lexi giggled tossing her shirt on then leaning forward, planting a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips. “I better see you cheering for me in the stands,” She quickly tied her hair up in a loss ponytail, causing Sirius’ heart to beat a second more.

Sirius pulling Lexi close to him, gripping her ass with a smile. “You better win the cup for us, just wait for the after party,” Sirius leaned forward, kissing Lexi passionalty one last time.

“Seriously Lexi, the crowd is cheering, what is taking you so long!” James shouted banging harder on the door.

“I’m coming!” Lexi shouted leaning away from Sirius and slipping her jersey on. “I’ll see you later,” She smirking, smacking Sirius’ ass as she walked passed him.

The door swung open and Lexi smiled at James who looked at Lexi then at Sirius who stood behind her.

“Of course, Sirius you almost costed us a seeker, come on,” James grabbed Lexi’s hand, dragging her out of the change room, the pair ran behind the bleaches and up the stairs.

“Oh thank merlin you two are here,” Maglin Truckle sighed passing James and Lexi their brooms.

“Ready or not, here we come,” Lexi smiled, nervously, looking at James who had a smile on his face, already settled on his broom ready to take off.

“Here comes our Gryffindor Team!” Alice Longbottom announced and right on cue, the doors swung open, Maglin flew out first, followed by the beats, then James, leaving Lexi for last.

As she flew out the whole crowd cheers, Lexi had flew to the middle of the field, raising her hands in the air as the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs, cheering for the girl.

“And our Slytherin team!” Lexi soon came eye to eye with Regulus Black who smirked at the girl.

“Still snogging my brother huh?” Regulus asked leaning forward on his broom, but that hadn’t intimidated Lexi.

“You wish that was you huh,” Lexi huckled, looking around as the snitch was released, she waited the couple seconds as the Quaffle was released.

“Good luck,” Regulus shouted taking off, Lexi quickly followed him, the snitch was long gone but she had kept a eye out.

“Yeah you’ll need it Black!” Lexi yelled back, turning away from Regulus. She flew towards the Gryffindor stands. Everyone cheered loudly at the girl. Lexi had spotted Sirius, Remus, Lily and Marlene all sitting together.

“Thats my girl!” Sirius shouted standing up, his hands were raised in the air, blowing a kiss at Lexi. Remus shook his head at Sirius’ dizziness and love.

“The snitch as been seen by Black!” Alice shouted, causing Lexi to focus back into the game. Her head turned to Regulus who was flying fast towards Lexi.

“You’ll need the luck!” Regulus said quickly, flying passed Lexi, she smiled, looking once more at Sirius who winked, taking off fast and catching up with Regulus quiet quick.

“Score is now sixty Slytherin, Thirty Gryffindor!”

“Come on Black, we know i’m better!” Lexi shouted hitting Regulus on the side as they kept their eyes on the snitch that was infront of them.

“Not letting you have the satisfaction!” Regulus shouted back, his hand reached out for the snitch.

“Forgive me!” Lexi huckled using all her body strengths. She rammed into Regulus one more, pushing him into Ravenclaw stands. Regulus fell into the stands, landing at the bottom, not a far fall for her to worry.

Lexi was just a little from the snitch, far enough from the ground. Her hands reached out infront of her, pulling herself forward just enough to risk it all. Using all her leg strengths, she sprung herself forward.

Everything had gone silent as Lexi fell off her broom, falling about ten feet from the ground on her back. No one had said a word for the first couple seconds, until Lexi opened her eyes and sitting up.

“Lexi Baller has caught the snitch!” Alice shouted at Lexi put her arm in the air, the snitch held in her hand.

“You good Baller?” James asked landing beside her. Lexi still hadn’t got up but James put his arm out, helping the girl up.

“We won James!” Lexi shouted jumping into his arms. “Ruthless I tell you,” She chuckled jumping off of James and looking around. All their friends were running towards them.

“There's my champion!” Sirius shouted running towards Lexi, he brought her into a big hug, spinning her around in a circle, holding her in his arms.

“Picture for the paper!” A first year shouted running towards the ground of them. He held a camera in his hands.

“Smile,” Sirius wrapped his arms around Lexi, pulling her close to him, she grabbed the snitch in her left hand, holding her broom in the other, James had brought Lily into a hug, holding his broom straight in the air, well Remus and Peter stood each side holding their hands in their hair.

“Thank you!” The first year shouted, smiling and running away his face lit up as he looked at the picture he had gladly taken.

“Come on, I think we have to celebrate now!” James shouted turning to Lexi. “You did awesome, what you did to Regulus was out right awesome,” Both of them laughed, fist bumping.

“Oi Baller!” Regulus shouted walking over, holding his broom. He stopped infront of Lexi and Sirius, giving his brother a slight smiling. “Good game,” He put his hand out.

Lexi smiled, looking at Sirius who had a smile on his face. “Good game Black, no hard feeling?”

Regulus and Lexi shook hands, then he had walked passed the group, joining his other teammates.

“And what happened after that?” Harry asked looking at the picture, then back at Sirius and Remus who smiled.

“Then a month later she disappeared,” James Potter said, coming out from out of the shadows, wearing only his pajama bottoms. Lily Potter stood beside him with a smile, looking at the picture.

“Disappeared?” Harry asked tilting his head at his dad confused. “No one just disappeared, what happened to her?” Harry looked back at the girl, swearing her smile grew ten times bigger.

“My best mate,” Regulus Black smiled coming out from the other side of the hall, his hair was a complete mess, just waking up at well. “So you’ve learned about Lexi Baller,” He smiled at the name.

“We woke up one morning, and she wasn’t in her bed, and all her stuff was still there, Dumbledore went looking for her, almost nineteen years later and,” Lily took Remus place, pulling Harry into a hug.

“I think we should all go back to bed, it’s offley late,” Sirius suggested running his hands through his hair. He walked away, pulling Remus with him.

“Goodnight son, back to bed you go now,” James messed up Harry's hair, then looked at Regulus who lead against the wall, his eyes not taken away from the photo. “You okay mate?”

Regulus shook his head, looking at James. “Yeah yeah, just admiring the memory, goodnight,” He nodded his head, walking back down the hallway, not before taking one more glance at the picture, almost shedding a tear.

“So she’s gone, don’t you guys think she’s still out there?” Harry asked James and Lily, looking straight at them, nearly taller then his mom.

James and Lily shook their heads in sync. “Harry, we stopped looking for her a long time ago, if she was alive,” James paused taking a breath. “There isn’t a chance that we, or Dumbledore, even the order hasn’t found Lexi yet,”

Harry gave his parents a sly frown. “Goodnight, she really seemed like a nice girl,” He took a breath, before being taking into his parents arm, hugging him tightly. His nightmare completely gone out his head.

“Goodnight love,” Lily kissed the top of Harry's head, walking away with James, his arm around her waist.

But Harry stayed and looked at the picture just a bit longer. Admiring the girl, she would have been about twenty nine. Something in Harry wanted to stay and keep looking at the picture. But his eyes begame to get tired, causing him to walk away from the picture, walking slowly back up the stairs and into his room.

London had become quiet, lights were out, muggle, witches and wizards all tucked into their beds.

But two hours away from Grimmauld place. Laid a large mansion, a familiar one to the tail, deep black, filled with death eaters.

Deep down in the dungeons laid, curled in a ball, her hair a deep dark chocolate brown collar, her skin filled with deep cuts, formed into scars, to weak to even consider moving.

Laid Lexi Baller, twenty-nine, where she had laid for the passed nineteen years, torchered, clammed and as weak and defenseless as a mouse.

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~ Self-shipping ask game: Dracika🦇🩸 // Ashika🪓💙 ~

I asked @mutatedcrocuta for permission to use her self-ship questions and she very graciously agreed! Thank youuuu ~ 💜💜💜

Overall word count: 7, 664.

Dracula x Erika (Dracika) 🖤🩸🖤

Word count: 3, 179.

Date you got together? We met in September but we didn’t get together until November 14th 2020. I was scared of him until the middle of October and then it took some more time after that for me to work out what I wanted between the two of us. Dracula somehow knew what was going to happen and whenever I asked him to tell me, he would just smirk at me. He never said anything and he waited for me to make my own decisions on everything. Once I realised what I wanted, neither of us really... announced the relationship. It was just a... shall we try this? vibe which we both agreed to and we have yet to change our minds!

Favourite personality trait? His courage. My sweet vampire was terrified for 500 years about something which was never a threat to him in the first place. He spent all that time alone and afraid for no reason because he was always too afraid to test the things he thought he knew. I really admire his bravery, and as someone who’s scared of something very similar, I find that I can be just a little braver in my own fear, knowing that Dracula understands me on that basic level. Our fear brought us together and through that, we found love. He’s afraid of the light and I’m afraid of the dark and I don’t know about you, but that says “soulmates” to me!🥰💗

Favourite physical trait? Ohhhhh.... his eyes. His beautiful eyes which are so dark they’re like black coffee. Onyx, perhaps. They can be so soft when he’s talking to someone or they can be cold and calculating. When he smiles, they melt into pools of warm chocolate and I similarly melt when I look into his eyes. I also love that damned smirk. When he knows he’s five steps ahead of everyone in the room or when he suspects something which later turns out to be true... his smirk makes me feel weak in the knees even when I’m sitting down.

Couple song We don’t have a couple song. There’s not really... anything out there which I’ve found to resonate with the both of us. Like A Vampire by Catrien Maxwell is one I listen to when I want his attention, though, and it works like a charm! “So how does a vampire love, Erika?” was what Dracula said the first time I played it around him. I said, “I don’t know... why don’t you show me?” and... I’ll let his display be up to your imagination.😉

Pet peeves... Mine is when he feeds off someone. And leaves them to bleed out. On the floor. Like??? I just cleaned the carpet out from the last person who bled all over the floor. It’s irritating. Just like when he then flashes me that smirk and he’s got blood all over his chin, lips and lower part of his face like??? That’s your food, close your damn mouth. Are you five hundred or just five? 😂 I find it funny but also annoying; depends on my mood. Will I clean his face off, though, and leave a tender kiss on the tip of his nose? Oh, yeah! My vampire deserves love.🥺

Dracula’s is how jumpy I am. It irritates him to no end. He has long since stopped saying, “sorry, didn’t mean to startle you” and now I tend to get either an eye roll, a patient smirk or a, “you knew I was there, Erika”. It depends on his mood, but the one time he genuinely made me scared and it upset me, he was quick to apologise to me and he learned very quickly how to avoid doing that in the future. We’ve had to learn many a thing from each other in a short amount of time for things between us to be able to work.

Favourite outfit on them?

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He just looks... so warm and inviting but also so dangerous. There’s an obvious wall between himself and everyone else and I love the way he carries himself! It makes me want to sit on his lap, curl up and go to sleep asdfghjk🥺 and that hair.... the urge to mess it up is strong skkssk😂 I value my life, though, so I won’t... yet.😏 Dracula’s appearance is just so safe to me and he makes me smile just to see him, no matter what he’s wearing.

Favourite meal? Blood, obviously. Dracula has never drank from me. I’ve said he can many a time but “No. Not that. Not to you. You’re... too special a flavour, Erika. I wouldn’t dare to sample it. You’re exquisite.” is all I get every time I offer myself up to him. Maybe one day he’ll agree but for now, he’s more than happy to continue feeding off others. He’s careful with what he eats. I’m not, though, which may be why he won’t feed off me.😂

Early bird or night owl? Dracula’s nocturnal so our days and nights are reversed. As I get into bed, my darling vampire is just waking up. This means that I get goodnight cuddles and he gets good morning cuddles at the same time! It works well for us both and if I’m very lucky (or just really clingy or upset), he’ll stay with me for a little longer and eat into his day! He says “I love you” in his own ways and I’ve learned to hear them.

Snorer or sleep talker? Dracula doesn’t do either of these. If I get into bed too roughly and jostle him, he’ll hiss in his sleep but that’s about it. Me, on the other hand? Certified chainsaw snorer!😂

Do you have any pets together? We don’t! Dracula feeds off animals when there’s no humans around and my worst fear is coming downstairs in the morning to find that he’s fed on my animals in the night because his baser instincts took over and he couldn’t stop himself. I would never forgive him or myself if that happened, so no pets!

Pet names! (Both from them and yours for them)

I call him: Drac, Draccy, Draccy boi (he hates this one so I only do it when I’m deliberately trying to wind him up because those fangs, I - 🥵), my Drac, my vampire, my sweet vampire... my love, honey, Dracula if He’s In Trouble!

He calls me: luna bella (beautiful moon), my dear, my love, Erika if I’m In Trouble. Dracula’s not really one for pet names. He says what he says and that’s it.

How often do you fight? Never. We don’t ever fight. If there’s ever a line I’m about to cross, he will say my name very calmly and very quietly and the chill which runs up my spine is enough to keep me from crossing that line. With Dracula, he knows that if I ignore him, he’s close to crossing a line. We have warnings for each other, and that’s it. No fights. I can’t handle it and Dracula’s too old for that.

What starts fights? We don’t fight as I said, but those lines... for Dracula, those lines are insisting he drinks from me and refusing to back down on it (I did it once, in the early days, before I understood who he was properly), or when I won’t take care of myself in the way he thinks I should be. It’ll get me full-named with his chin dipped so that the shadows around him emphasise the lines of his face, and I’ll shiver and I’ll know I’m in trouble... so I’ll rectify it in the ways I know he wants me to, and then a hand will be laid on my shoulder so I know all’s forgiven. All it takes is my name spoken in a certain tone and he’s got me in the palm of his hand. But I’m safe, even then.

For me, I don’t have many lines at all but one of them is when I come home in the middle of the day or when I wake up and just walking through the house and then I trip over a body. Like, for fuck’s sake, Drac, do your dishes.😂 I don’t make a big deal out of it usually but once there were five or six bodies in one room because he’d gorged himself and I got pissed off because they were in my way and obviously I couldn’t get rid of them myself. So when he greeted me that morning I said nothing to him and I continued to say nothing until he’d gotten rid of his victims. He never sees what the big deal is, but I do.

We may not fight but we definitely have our differences!

Who apologizes first? We each apologise when we need to. If Drac crossed a line, he’ll apologise first. If I crossed a line, I’ll apologise first. It depends on who was in the wrong. Sometimes Dracula will give me a certain look and I’ll just instinctively say ‘sorry’. He doesn’t necessarily understand these moments, though, and he’ll ask me why I apologised and I’ll just say that I felt like I needed to because of the look he gave me. Dracula will frown but then he’ll crook a finger at me and I’ll be brought in for a hug. “You silly little thing. You never have to apologise to me. Not for anything. Do you understand?” and I try. I really do try.

Big spoon or little spoon? Dracula’s always the big spoon. If his back is to the door when I come to bed (he’s just waking up), then he will turn so that he’s spooning me because I sleep facing the door so I can see the room around me. Even with my lamp, I’m still wary and scared. I tried to have Drac as the little spoon once and within minutes we switched positions because he couldn’t stop chuckling at the seven inch height difference. I just... get to melt into him and he protects me. No harm will come to me when Dracula’s there and he loves the way he can fold me into him and keep me safe.

Dom or sub? Dracula’s the dom, definitely. The power he has is obvious and we’ll never truly be equal, not really... I mean, he’s five hundred years old and I’m twenty-three... I’ve been alive for the blink of an eye compared to his lengthy existence. I am definitely my own person and I have my own life but there’s an equality imbalance which we’re both aware of. He never plays on it, though. I trust him to not ever do that to me, and Dracula respects me too much for that. Other people are fair game in his eyes, but me? I’m his so that means I’m always under his protection.

What are their kisses like? “The kiss of a vampire is an opiate” as Drac states in episode two. So he can take me anywhere with just one kiss. He can make me feel sleepy, awake, aroused, in control... scared... He can make me feel anything when he kiss and most times he makes me feel relaxed, safe and he makes me feel his love for me. If I have trouble sleeping or if I’ve had a nightmare, he’ll kiss me and the next thing I know it’s morning and I slept solidly. During the times I doubt our relationship, he will kiss me and I feel all of his love for me. His kisses are fire but it’s... like basking in the sunlight. It’s passion, it’s love, it’s security... he kisses me like I’m the only one for him, like I’m the only one who’s ever gotten so close to him. He kisses me like he’ll die if he doesn’t and yet he’s in control the entire time. Whenever he pulls away from me, there’s a smirk on his face and the hands on my waist aren’t just to keep me close, but to hold me up, too... on some occasions he’s had to scoop me up to sit me down somewhere because I’ve gotten lost in the state he put me in.

What do they smell like? Ohhh... he smells like... Dracula. That’s so cliché, but his name is as good a descriptor as any. He smells like cedarwood, like spiced pear and there’s a metallic tang about him... blood. He smells dark and foreboding, but also safe. I would know his scent anywhere. Sometimes when I’m off doing my own thing during the day, I suddenly catch a scent on the wind and I know he’s with me.

What are their hugs like? To begin with, I hugged Dracula. I was never held back. I never received one from him. If I wanted one, I had to start it and I would have to finish it, too. He would just stand there and endure it. But then one day I dropped a knife and it landed on my foot and somehow I avoided stabbing myself. I wasn’t injured but Dracula scooped me up and carried me away from the knife... but he didn’t put me down right away. He stood there and he held me in his arms like I was precious cargo (I was, I know now), and when he set me down, he said that he liked “this thing you mortals call a hug” and now when he hugs me it’s with everything he has in that moment. He almost folds himself in half and his scent becomes all I can smell. He doesn’t breathe and he’s got no heartbeat so it’s quiet and it’s still and it’s warm... most often I become sleepy when he hugs me because I just relax. It’s like magic.

Who is more protective? We protect each other. In the day time, I protect him and in the night time, he protects me. We fear opposite ends of the same thing and there’s a lot of understanding and compassion in that. We’re equally protective of each other. In the day, I keep curtains closed especially if it’s sunny outside, I make sure that Dracula has places he can go and I make sure that he has food if he needs it. If anyone dares to disturb his peace within our home, I will step in. Curtains stay shut. Rooms are safe. And then at night... lights are turned on. Shadows are eliminated and Dracula stays close by. We give a part of our days to each other and in this way do we stay close to one emotionally. In our fears are we equal and through this, we found love.

Interested in children? To Dracula, “talk of children sounds like a miracle” but I would rather eat my own foot, toenails included, than have kids and he knows it.

Who needs the most TLC when sick? If either of us gets sick, then the other person gives them every amount of care which we can. Dracula only gets sick if he consumes blood which isn’t good; if someone’s dying or if they’re sick, then he gets sick. It’s very rare but he’ll expel it from his body all at once and then collapse. I clean his face, get him somewhere he can rest, and i stay by his side until he wakes up hours later. I hate it when he gets ill and thankfully it’s very rare because of how carefully he picks his food. When I get sick, which is also rare because, despite having an autoimmune disease I have a very strong immune system (yeah, I can’t work that out either), Dracula’s almost overbearing. He gets me everything I need and he is everything I need until I get better and he stays by my side through it all. Dracula and I do everything we can for each other at all times. It’s a part of our love language.

Who says ‘I love you’ first? This was also me. Dracula knew the entire time, from the day we met, what would happen between us, but he never said anything. He just... he waited. He waited for my nightmares to stop, he waited for me to approach him with increasing frequency, he waited for me to be brave enough to approach him... Dracula waited. About two months after we first met, I realised that I loved him. I invited him into my bed for the first time that night and I asked him to cuddle with me and he chuckled at me. He came into my bed, “well, this is a surprise.” and I grinned because... just wait ‘til I said what I wanted to say. So I did... I told him. He froze and then his entire body relaxed. He said, “finally.” and that was that.

Which of you is more accident prone? Definitely me!!!! I have a shitty centre of balance and honestly a lack of self-preservation so I’m constantly bumping into tables, walking into doors, tripping up or down the stairs... Dracula usually just laughs or smirks or otherwise ignores me because he’s so used to it but very occasionally I’ll actually do something which may well hurt me, and he will catch me with a shake of his head. “Careful, Erika. I won’t always be around to catch you, hm?” He’s lying. He will be.

Bed hog? Also me! Dracula tends to just lay on his back with his arms by his sides and if there’s not enough room for me beside him, I will lay on top of him and he won’t be able to move me. I sleep like the dead and I wake like them, too. As I go to bed, he’s just waking up so he usually ends up getting up later than he planned to because he had to coax himself out from underneath me.😂 I don’t make it easy on him, and why should I? I want my cuddles and I’ll get them whether he likes it or not. He does, though, he loves the way I love him, and he just pretends he doesn’t because he doesn’t like to admit his own heart. But I can sense it - his love language is a loud one and I quickly became proficient in speaking it.

Who loves the other the most? Me. Without a doubt, I love Dracula far more than he could ever love me. I’ve never been able to work out why he’s with me but I suppose it’s because we’re safe and understood in our fears by the other person and we’re teaching each other to be brave. He is capable of love, I know he is, but I think Dracula’s beyond that. When he loves, it’s beyond description or any kind of labels mortals could come up with. He’s fond of me, incredibly so, and I think that’s as far as it goes. That’s okay, though! It means the world to even know him.

Ash Williams x Erika (Ashika)🪓💙

I’ve used a GIF of young!Ash (mid-twenties) and then a GIF of Ash in 2015 (57-ish) because Bruce Campbell’s aged like a fine wine and omgggg ~ 🥵🥵 I just love him (Ash and Bruce lmao)🧡.

Word count: 4, 485.

Date you got together? Ash is my newest F/O even though I’ve known him since I was about eleven. We got together on the 10th December 2020. I was watching season two of the TV series and it just slammed into me how badly I wanted to protect him and how much I wanted to love him and give him the life he should have had. I asked Ash “how about it?” and he quirked an eyebrow and said, “let’s go”.🥰💗 I’ve known him for such a long time and I’ve always thought that there was more to him than I was able to understand when I was so young but I’m in a place now where I’m able to better understand him and I’m excited to dive into him and see where we go! I wish I could be with Ash for his whole life; from when he first goes to the cabin, helping him with the trauma after, then everything in the next thirty years and beyond. I love my Ashy🥺💖

Favourite personality trait? I looooooove ~ Ash’s “shoot first think never” motto. It’s his entire mentality and it means to just do it, to be in the moment. It’s also a literal motto, as in to shoot Deadites without thinking about it, but I appreciate the deeper meaning of it, too. I also love his courage and his bravery. He never wanted to be a Deadite killer, he never wanted to have to fight them for the rest of his life, but he does it and it’s honestly the only thing he’s good at. He’s shit at everything except fighting evil and he gives it his all and I love that about him. Ash really inspires me in a lot of ways. He thinks that’s ridiculous but that’s his tough-guy exterior. I know that he’s touched and just doesn’t know how to say it. So he’ll show me, instead, and if I’m not paying attention then I’ll miss it. he has a quiet and subtle love language and I’m quickly learning to speak it.

Favourite physical trait? Can I just say his everything??? I love everything about Ash🥺🥺🥺🥺 I do have a soft spot for his chainsaw hand, though. The noise it makes when he fires it up makes me smile; it’s so familiar to me. I like to kiss the stump of his hand when it’s just the two of us in his trailer; he went through literal hell and the strength it must have taken, physically and otherwise, to saw off his own hand is just... I could never be that brave. I try to be as gentle with him as I can be and I like to love on the parts of him no one else sees because I’m the only one to see them. There’s nothing about Ash I don’t love. Keep this last sentence in mind when you read the pet peeves section!

Couple song Back In Black by ACϟDC ... he plays this song in the Delta and we jam out together. It’s a light-hearted and simple moment between the two of us and let’s be fair, nothing hits like 70/80s metal. He and I don’t really have a set song, we just... listen to whatever’s in his player and make light-hearted memories from that which will get us through the worst of everything. Sometimes I’ll just ask Ash to sing with no music playing. He’s tone deaf but the sound of his voice alone is more melodious and comforting to me than the songs he likes to play.

Pet peeves...

Mine is that, honestly, Ash is kind of gross and I say that with so much love. He leaves his beer cans everywhere, he leaves his recreational baggies of drugs everywhere and there’s some questionably crusty socks on our floor which I am not picking up no matter how many times he waggles his eyebrows at me. He leaves dishes to pile high up in the sink and then asks me to do them for him “as a favour” while he’s at work (even though I have my own things to do🙄). He’s stuck in the 80s as far as his attitudes go and that does irritate me. He knows it and he thinks it’s hot when I get riled up... I’m 99% sure he says this stuff just to annoy me. I’ll do the dishes no matter what I say in the moment and he knows it. I can’t stand having food left out, especially in summer, and I have a phobia of sickness as well as health anxieties so whenever Ash comes home and I’ve already cleaned the kitchen part of the trailer, made our bed (and left those socks on the floor, thank you. I have limits to what I’ll do), fed Eli and now I’m at the kitchen table studying or writing, Ash makes sure to say thank you. He feels bad about it because we both know he would have done the dishes if I hadn’t, but I have a guilt complex on top of my fears and if someone asks me to do something I’ll do it even if I don’t want to because I feel bad for saying no.

“Ah, Erika, you didn’t have to do that, I was gonna do ‘em later on.”

“It’s fine, Ash, they’re done now.”

Ash will kiss the top of my head and then he’ll come and sit beside me, keeping me company while I do whatever I’m doing. I’ll get up automatically and crack him open a beer and I can see that Ash feels bad about the comments he made before he went to work, but he also knows that I would have gotten him a beer anyway. I want to take care of him and he’s been at work all day. In return, Ash will get up and make me a coffee even though I was also about to do that.

“Ash, you don’t need to - “

He’ll just give me a Look while he leans against the counter waiting for the kettle and I understand it’s his apology for what he said this morning (it’ll happen again tomorrow but that’s okay). Ash knows I really don’t mind doing the dishes, and I know that Ash never means for things to come across the way they can. The way I react to them is on me, not Ash. We do things for each other, it’s a part of our love language, and even though sometimes miscommunications like the above can happen, we still carry on with them because my traumas are mine and Ash’s are his and we work through them together.

Ash’s pet peeve is the way I put him before myself all the time. Sometimes he’ll come home and I’ve got a beer can ready in the fridge, dinner’s nearly done (he works late most days), the immediate chores are done and Ash will come in and I’m stressed out from all the work I’ve got to do because I took my time on stuff I did for him and left myself short. I say it’s fine but it’s not and we both know it. Ash will call me out every single time.

“For god’s sake, Erika, you knew you had to do ___ today, why did’ya focus on me?” He genuinely doesn’t understand why I love him so much and it breaks my heart every single time. He’s had such a horrible life and I just want to soften those edges as best as I can and give him something else to fight for. Ash will sigh, crack open the beer, and then when dinner’s done, he does the dishes while I catch up on my work and even though he doesn’t understand any of what I’m doing, he’ll stay beside me and keep an arm around my shoulders or my waist and make his gratitude, appreciation and concern known.

Favourite outfit on them? His blue shirt/brown trousers combo. It’s the only thing he wears in the franchise and I adore it. I often ‘borrow’ (steal) his shirts to sleep in or otherwise relax in (I’m a baggy shirt and panties only girl) and Ash thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’s 6′1 and I’m 5′7 so his shirts swim on me and I love that. So does Ash and it’s the quickest way to get him to... pay attention to me.😂

Favourite meal? Ash will eat anything. Usually tacos - he’d eat them every day of the week if I let him. With me having a wheat and gluten allergy and Ash not having any food allergies at all, the lucky bastard, it can be difficult but I always make Ash’s food first if it contains anything with wheat in it, and then I scrub the kitchen down and make my own. Ash says I should just make mine first and “I can worry about my own damn food”, but I consider that to be rude of me so I always do Ash’s first. It plays into the pet peeve thing and Ash is learning to just...let it go.

Early bird or night owl? Poor Ash has been through so much trauma in his life that he suffers from PTSD and nightmares. He usually just gets high or blackout drunk (or both, on a really bad night) so that he can grab a few hours of sleep before his own screaming wakes him up. He sleeps when he can and usually just runs on naps around his shifts at S-Mart. He’s up all hours of the day and night and he just sleeps when he can. Ash isn’t an early bird or a night owl... he’s a permanently exhausted pigeon 😂 I’m a night owl, though, and most nights I’ll stay up with Ash for as long as I possibly can. Sometimes I fall asleep in his lap because I’m so tired and I’ll wake up a few hours later and Ash has draped his upper body over me so that I’m caged in and protected while he rests. That hurts his back, though, so I massage it for him when he wakes up because I really don’t wanna wake him up when he’s asleep unless I have to. When I do have to, it’s with lots of guilt and apologies because he sleeps so little as it is. If I could give Ash anything, it’d be the ability to truly sleep with ease. He deserves that at the very least.

Snorer or sleep talker? Ash is a sleep talker. He usually says stuff like, “no, come back”, “I didn’t mean to”, “please, come back - “ after a nightmare it’s usually with a scream or with the name of someone he’s lost on his lips and it’ll wake me up and I’ll do my best to soothe him. I’m a snorer, though. Ash did once rip his chainsaw to life while I was asleep because he was repairing the trailer outside and not only did I stay asleep (I sleep like the dead), but also he could hear me over his chainsaw. So I’m known as the Chainsaw Snorer and when he introduces me to people... that’s the name he uses.😂 Charming, isn’t he? In Elk Grove, Michigan, he’s known (horribly) as Ashy Slashy and it sounds quite fitting with Chainsaw Snorer...I’m not saying we’re meant for each other, buuuut ~ 🥺

Do you have any pets together? I help Ash out with his lizard, Eli, sometimes, but other than that; no pets! There’s not really room for them in the trailer and I have my hands full with Ash anyway.😂

Pet names! (Both from them and yours for them)

Ash calls me anything - honey bunny (flirting), sweetcheeks (casual), hot piece of ass (that one gets him glared at and he’ll look away because he knows I don’t like being objectified. He’s only teasing but I still don’t like it), sweetheart (comfort), my delicious cookie (when he’s trying to wriggle out of doing the dishes. It makes us both cringe so I don’t know why he uses it), baby (comfort). My name is only used when he’s needing me or it’s Serious. It’s the quickest way to get my attention.

I don’t call Ash much - Ashy (comfort for either of us, depending on who needs it or when I miss him or when I’m super sleepy and therefore I have no filter). I’m unsure how he feels about Ashy because of how he’s known in his hometown but that’s why I call him “Ashy” - I took a name of fear and hate and turned it to love. He deserves that. Honey (casual), my love (casual), jefe (when we’re around Kelly and/or Pablo). I only call him Ashley (his full name) when I need him or it’s Serious. It’s the quickest way to get his attention.

How often do you fight? Rarely, if ever. Ash is very casual and chilled out about lots of things and he’ll just wave things off (though he’s quick to call out bullshit), and I can’t handle conflict of any kind at all. If tension is around, Ash will either go to work, the bar, or maybe even go for a drive in the Delta to give us both some space and I’ll shut myself in the bedroom and do some work. The trailer’s quite small so that can only add to the tension so most often we just go our separate ways until we’re calm enough to talk about anything which lingers.

What starts fights? Not much. Tension usually arises after an encounter with some Deadites. If Ash got injured, then he needs to sit his ass down and let me tend to those injuries. I can be quite firm when I need to be, especially if I’m worried. Ash doesn’t get what the big deal is, he came home, didn’t he? But I’m so scared of losing him that that can show itself in anger even when I’m relieved that he’s home. It’s the same with Ash - he’s so scared of losing me. Literally everyone he’s ever loved has died right in front of him and he is terrified of losing me. I can and I will throw myself in his way so that I take a hit meant for Ash and nothing pisses him off faster. Both of us know that anger often hides pain, it’s a secondary emotion, so when this happens, we just... we patch each other up, we cuddle and we apologise and we comfort each other and the anger quickly dissipates into what it actually is: tender love and fear of losing each other. Once the anger’s out of the way, we can get to the “good stuff”, as Ash puts it.

Who apologizes first? It depends on who messed up. It’s usually Ash, let’s be fair; he’s shit at everything except fighting Deadites and he’d be the first to tell you that. Most people’s apologies are followed by a “I won’t do it again” but this is Ash... he will do it again so apologies are almost redundant. Even so, he’ll say he’s sorry and then he’ll make up for it... letting me hold Eli or cuddling me while we watch some crappy TV together... Once, I messed up hugely by getting myself severely injured after a Deadite encounter and I bought Ash a new TV with all the premium channels - something he once asked a demon for. I also apologised with words and Ash was more than willing to forget it all! He did, however, finally teach me how to use weapons after that point and the both of us worked to help each other out a bit more.

Big spoon or little spoon? Ash’s tough guy exterior demands that he is the big spoon but he doesn’t actually like being the big spoon unless he can take the position into NSFW territory (he calls it “getting down to business”). He usually just wiggles against me, as if he can’t get comfortable, until I get the hint and turn around so that he is the little spoon... and then he melts. He buries his face either in the crook of my neck or my chest (he’s after my heartbeat) and I’ll stroke his hair and if we’re very lucky... Ash will actually go to sleep. Ash is always the little spoon; them’s the rules! If I need comforting or if I can’t sleep etc. then Ash will be the big spoon, but mostly he prefers to be the little one. I love the way I can then literally watch over him and protect him, though, so it works out well for us both!

Dom or sub? Ash and I typically assume whatever role we need to. Sometimes Ash is more in control and sometimes I am. We usually feed off the other person to work out what they need. On the days we both need comfort, then we switch and take care of each other in order to take care of ourselves. We live for each other🥺💗 Generally speaking, Ash is the dom, if only because he’s literally double my age and that’s just the dynamic we fell into.

What are their kisses like? Ash kisses me like it’s the first and the last time he’s ever going to get to kiss me. Any moment he could die, at any moment there could be a Deadite, any moment could something take me away from him and he truly fears losing the people he loves because that’s all he’s ever known. I always know when my Ashy is going to kiss me because he’ll get this... darker look in his eyes and he’ll grab me either by my waist or my shoulders and I’ll get tugged into him. He almost slams his lips into mine and then it softens into tenderness and reverence. His kisses are either slow and he takes his time or they’re fast and rushed because shit, he’s late for work but he can’t pull himself away... No matter where his hands start, they will finish on my face as he holds me to him. I am always left feeling dazed. No one kisses me like Ash.

What do they smell like? In the show Ash wears Pinaud Clubman, which is described as

It makes me feel so safe, though the metallic tang of blood which is practically soaked into Ash’s clothes, even when they’re clean, almost ruins that sense of familiarity and safety. Almost. If Ash is at work or if he’s out with Kelly and Pablo, then I might use some of it and ‘borrow’ one of his shirts just to feel him near me. I’m not saying I’m clingy, but... I do need to have some part of Ash with me during those long periods he’s not there, just to comfort myself and keep me focused on what I’m doing. I also have my own shirt which I bought which looks like Ash; though I rarely wear that now that I know I could have just... asked Ash for one of his shirts🥺

What are their hugs like? Ash hugs the way he kisses... like it’s the first and last time all at once. I don’t ever have to worry that I’m annoying Ash with how often I want to be hugged or held because he melts every single time. He’s touch starved and in a lot of ways so am I. When Ash and I hug we cease to be Erika and Ash. We just become this... human mesh where limbs and such are entangled and you can’t really tell who’s who. Ash is four inches taller than me so I disappear into him, especially if he rests his head on my shoulder, and we clutch each other like we’ll die if we let go. Ash does sometimes feel that way because his fears come straight up to the surface and I’ll stroke his hair and tell him that I’m there, I’m okay and I’m safe and so is he. Ash’s hugs centre me and they remind me of where I am and what I’m doing and Ash never pulls away first. Even if he hugs me first, he won’t let me go until I step away. Truthfully, we both find it hard to step away and sometimes we can stand there for up to thirty minutes, taking and giving comfort and love in equal measures. With one arm around my shoulders and one around my waist, Ash holds me to him. I always have my arms around his middle and my fingers will be knotted into his blue shirts. When we pull away, the middle of Ash’s shirt will be creased; it makes me miss him all the more. He’s been late to work on many an occasion because we both know that this hug could very well be the last and we want to make it count.

Who is more protective? This depends on the situation.

In general life and if there are Deadites involved, then Ash is the most protective person. To the extent where it’s almost overwhelming. If I go to the bathroom when there’s whispers of Deadites then Ash will literally stand outside the door or, at least, close by, and every thirty seconds or so I’ll hear him asking if I’m all right. I more than understand his concern though so I treat every check-up seriously. It means the world to me to be so important to him.

In Elk’s Grove, Michigan, when there are whispers of Ashy Slashy and of how he went mad and killed all his friends at the cabin back in 1983, I’m the protective one. I can and I will go head to head with people to put them right about my Ash. I don’t like conflict and I avoid confrontation like the plague, but for one of my loved ones??? Hold my coffee. Ash finds it really hot and that tough guy exterior comes out because Ash doesn’t know how else to handle the situation, but then when it’s just he and I back in the trailer or the Delta, his brown eyes soften and my Ash will thank me with a tight hug, whispers of love and a kiss so powerful I forget why he was kissing me in the first place.

Interested in children? Nope. I’d rather eat my own foot and Ash just... doesn’t want to. He does have a daughter, Brandi, from another relationship and I’m friends with her (she’s seventeen by the time he meets her for the first time), but beyond that, kids are a no-go!

Who needs the most TLC when sick? Both Ash and I work through our sicknesses by ourselves and we don’t bring all that much attention to it, but Ash is, as I’ve said, so scared of losing anyone he loves that when I get sick he almost buys out S-Mart’s pharmaceutical section. He’s almost overbearing when I get sick but the joke’s on him because I get my ‘revenge’ when he inevitably gets sick, too - the dumbass still kisses me when I’m ill so as I recover, he’s coming down with it.😂 I love my slasher himbo so much...

Who says ‘I love you’ first? Ash said it first. We were driving in the Delta to go back to the trailer and he had a cut on his cheek. He had taped it up with duct tape but I had some antiseptic wipes in my bag so I was attempting to patch him up on the way home and Ash just said he loved me without taking his eyes off the road. I said it back without even thinking about it and then Ash almost got us into a crash because he took his eyes off the road to stare at me. Luckily the other car honked just in time before Ash had to slam down on the brakes or his injury would have been so much worse. 😂 In day to day life, either of us will say it first and the other always says it back. Any time could be the last time and we’re both painfully aware of that fact, though Ash knows it far more than I do for obvious reasons .I get upset if an “I love you” isn’t returned because it can lead to insecurities and tears and Ash... likes to avoid waterworks because he never knows what to do.

Which of you is more accident prone? Ashhhhh ~ without a doubt! He’s forever coming back to the trailer with cuts, scrapes, bruises...even just at work in the housewares department, if there’s a way for him to injure himself then he’ll do it. Not on purpose, mind, but he’s as much of a klutz as I am and evil follows him wherever he goes. Many a time I’ve patched him up (sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s got an injury because he’s so used to being covered in blood and gore) and then discovered one of my own and Ash has patched me up to return the gesture. I guess you could say we put each other’s broken pieces back together, though of course there’s nothing to be romanticised about falling apart.

Bed hog? I had to think about this one, but considering Ash rarely actually sleeps, I’d say it’s me. I once managed to fall out of a Queen sized bed because I rolled over too far. I’d been lying in the middle and I have yet to work out how I fell out. But I digress. If there’s a way for me to take up all the space in a bed, then I will whether I intend to or not. Ash usually just... climbs over me if he wants to get into bed or if he wants to get out of bed. I sleep and wake like the dead so he won’t wake me unless he actually wants to wake me. If Ash can’t move me then he’ll just lay on top of me and that soothes him to sleep quite quickly... funny how these things work themselves out...😉

Who loves the other the most? I’d say we’re pretty equal in this one, tbh. Ash has lots of fears which stem around losing someone he loves (again) and that can mean that he shows his love for me almost desperately in some ways, and nothing scares me more than my loved ones feel unloved by me, so in that way I’m quite an intense person, too. We both make sure the other person knows they are loved every second we can and that’s probably why we’ll be a couple which lasts through the ages.

#self-shipping #dracika #ashika

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moongazer606 · 5 years ago

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Who Are You Calling Old? Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1914

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Summary: Part two!! It’s been a few weeks, but you finally have another run-in with Bucky at the bar.

Part One

Tags: @palaiasaurus64 @thenewlarislynn @calspalkira

In an effort to not feel like a stalker, you decided to actively avoid looking up Bucky Barnes online. You didn’t want to see any paparazzi photos of him and the other Avengers, you didn’t want to know which small country they had saved now, or what restaurants they were visiting or what clothes they were seen buying. You just wanted Bucky to be the cute guy you had maybe kind of flirted with at the bar a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen him, or Captain America, at the bar since. A small part of you missed him. Or at least missed being able to glance over at him as you played darts with your friends. He was easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. You supposed if you did happen to look him up, you’d find some explanation for his absence. Maybe the Avengers had moved back down to New York City, or maybe he was in Europe somewhere. However, no matter how tempted you were, you never did look him up.

Every so often Jess would catch you scanning the bar for the man and tease you. None of your other friends really knew about your interaction with the celebrity. It had only been a brief encounter really, yet somehow, almost a month later you were still thinking about him.

It was just another Friday night. You and your friends had already been here for a few hours and you were many drinks in. Your cheeks were flushed and you were laughing a little too hard at everyone’s jokes. You were standing with your friends, your gin and tonic in one hand, and a dart in the other. You had just thrown your first two darts and were lining up to take your last shot.

Just as you released the dart, Jess leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Don’t look now but someone is checking you out from the bar.”

Before the dart had even met its mark, you whipped around to look for him. Your eyes landed on him almost immediately. He was sitting on the same stool at the bar, though this time he was turned to face the dartboards, his elbows back on the bartop.

“I told you not to look!” Jess hissed.

You were too busy smiling at Bucky to notice Jess now. You turned around briefly to check that your last dart had hit center before announcing you were going for another drink. You heard Jess suggest that maybe you had had enough to drink, but you just kept walking.

Bucky’s eyes were on you the whole way as you focused very hard on not tripping in the heels you were wearing. While you walked you realized that he had his hair pulled back tonight with the barest hint of 5 o’clock shadow. No matter what, you’d find him attractive, you thought. Especially because with his hair back it gave you an even better view of those steel blue eyes. When you got to the bar, you hopped up on the stool next to him and he turned to face the bartop.

“What’s a girl gotta do to buy you a drink?” you asked with a grin.

“And here I was going to buy you one,” he smiled back, crooked and boyish.

You scoffed jokingly. “So old fashioned. This is the 21st century you know, old man.”

“Do men in the 21st century usually buy drinks for girls who haven’t introduced themselves first?” You could see him smiling into his glass as he took a sip of the clear liquid.

“Might I point out you haven’t introduced yourself either? In fact, the first time you spoke to me you were making fun of my drink order.”

He turned his body slightly to face you, and held out his hand for you to shake. “I’m James Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I know,“ you smirked, putting your hand in his. His hand absolutely dwarfed yours, somehow making you feel even smaller next to the super soldier.

“And yet I still don’t know your name.”

You thought about teasing him some more, but decided to just introduce yourself instead. He gave your hand a solid shake, repeating your name out loud. You liked the way it sounded in his deep timbre.

At that moment, Max finally made his way over to the pair of you. It took your alcohol muddled mind a moment to realize you still had your hand in Bucky’s. You quickly snatched it away and turned to smile at Max.

“Another gin and tonic, please,” Bucky ordered. You were about to protest when he nodded his head towards you, continuing, “And for the lady?”

“I think it’s time I switched to water, Max. Thank you.”

As soon as Max was out of ear shot you turned back to Bucky, giving him a shit eating grin as you leaned your chin on your fist. He looked at you before facing forward again. “What, doll?”

“I thought only old people drank gin these days,” you mimicked his words from the night you met.

Before he could answer, Jess came up to you. You could tell she was trying to remain perfectly casual in Bucky’s presence, her eyes darting to him every so often, as she told you they were all going to head out. “You’ll be okay, right?”

“Max is bringing me a water as we speak, I’ll be just fine, Jess.” You saw her eyes dart to Bucky again. “Bucky, this is Jess. Jess, this is Bucky,” you quickly introduced.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bucky told her as they shook hands. You noted that their handshake was significantly shorter than the one you had shared.

For a moment you thought Jess was going to say something more to him but instead she turned back to you, gave you a quick hug, and went to rejoin the rest of your friends where they waited near the door. You raised your hand in farewell before they all filed out.

When you turned back around, you noticed that Max had brought your drinks. You took a few large gulps of your water before spinning in the stool so you were fully facing Bucky. “So?” you prompted.

“Still on me about the gin?” he questioned taking a sip of it.You nodded your head with a grin. “I know you know who I am now. Which means you also know I wasn’t lying when I said I was old and didn’t look it- unlike some people.”

“You have to admit it tastes better than a scotch and soda though, right?”

“It sure does,” he winked, raising his class to you. You gently bumped your water glass against his, before you both drained their contents. When he called Max over you thought he was going to order another round, but instead he paid both his tab and yours.

“I was supposed to be buying you a drink!” you protested.

“Maybe next time, doll,” he assured you, tossing a few extra bills on the bartop for good measure. You raised your eyebrows at the prospect of a “next time”. “Let’s get you home.”

“I live just down the road,” you told him as you both stood from the stools.

“Let me walk you. It’s late.”

He gave you a crooked smile that you couldn’t help but return with a nod. As you both made your way to the door, he gently guided you with a hand at the small of your back. Once outside, he pulled his hand away, but stayed close beside you. He was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him and part of you wished he’d touch you again. Between the water and the cool night air, your head was starting to clear a bit.

Even in your heels you had to tilt your head up to look at him. You could see him scanning the surrounding area as you walked in a comfortable silence. At this time of night there was no one else around. You had never felt unsafe walking home from the bar, but it was nice to have the security of a hulking super soldier next to you.

Your apartment, which was above a place that claimed to buy and sell gold, was only a few blocks from Shade’s, and you were there faster than you wanted to be. You stopped in front of the door that led up to your apartment, and turned to face Bucky.

“Thank you for walking me back.”

As you looked up at him now, alone on the empty street, the only light came from a nearby streetlamp and a neon sign in the shop window. You became hyper-aware of just how alone the two of you were now, and just how quiet the street was after the bustle of the bar. You could hear Bucky’s shoes scrape on the pavement as he took a hesitant step towards you.

He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and then left his hand there to cup your jaw. Without thinking you took a step forward, closing the distance between you. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself as he brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was gentle and soft, like he was afraid of breaking you. He pulled back after just a moment, those steel blue eyes meeting yours. Your eyes flicked down to his lips before making eye contact once more.

That seemed to be the only que he needed before leaning back in for another kiss. He seemed more sure of himself now, your lips moving together in perfect sync. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist as you clung to his shoulders. This time when he pulled away you were both breathless and grinning. You rested your foreheads together as you tried to catch your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks,” you admittedly shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt more than heard him chuckle. “Yeah, me too, doll.”

After a few more moments you let go of each other so you could fish your keys out of your purse.

“I’d invite you up, but I don’t think your old fashioned sensibilities would allow it,” you joked as your shaking hands managed to unlock the door. You turned back to face him.

“I’ve got work in the morning anyway, but maybe we can grab dinner sometime this week?” he asked, a little bashful. “I’ll even let you pay if you want.”

Having a sudden thought, you reached your hand back into your purse, pulling out a Sharpie. You held your hand out expectantly to him. He looked a bit confused before placing his hand in yours. As neat as you could, you scrawled your number on his forearm. “Call me sometime and we’ll set it up.”

He gave your hand a squeeze before releasing it. “Alright. Well goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

With a grin, he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to walk back in the direction of the bar. When he was about a block away he turned and raised a hand in farewell. You did the same before finally going inside. You were still grinning like an idiot as you climbed into bed and fell asleep.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 4 years ago

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Late night boat ride

Request

warning: fluff,

Summary: Could you write a one-shot where shy! reader is in love with Tony and he her but she is Steve’s little girl? Please

“Hi” (Y/n) spoke in a soft voice as she stepped into his lab cautiously looking around.

“Bruce went out to get lunch. We’re good” He said as he pulled her into his arms trying to kiss her but she quickly pulled away looking behind her at the windows surrounding the lab.

“people can see”

“no ones around. You worry too much sweetheart” Tony said pulling her back into his arms and kissing her. She hummed and giggled into the kiss. “see that wasn’t so bad” he teases she blushes and bows her head.

“I just don’t want to get in trouble.” she say hugging him. He sighs it was rough being in a secret relationship.

(Y/n) was the daughter of Steve Rogers. She wasn’t his real daughter but after the fall of Shield and the ‘death’ of her first guardian Nick Fury he was the first person to step up and take care of her calming her as his own in her time of need. In the public eye she was Steve Rogers daughter and she was a very good girl, a little angel if you will. So one could imagine the worlds reaction, Steve’s reaction, to her being a relationship with not only a much older man but her father close friend and co-worker. Yeah, not good.

At first (Y/n) avoid Tony Stark and his advice but after a while she just couldn’t they both genuinely liked each other and actually wanted to try. So the two began a secret relationship no one else knew about. The two of them enjoyed their secret relationship the excitement of sneaking around and blissful pleasure of their relationship just being the two of them and no one else. It was perfect for them but perfection never lasted.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s going to be alright” Tony said kissing her forehead gently.

“I should go. He might be looking for me.” Tony whined and pouted as (Y/n) pulled away Slight “ I’m sorry but I have to go”

“It’s okay. Hey, how about you meet me in the garage later on tonight. I want to take you somewhere.”

“Tony-”

“Don’t worry no one will see us it’ll just be us. I promise. Just be in the garage at 8.” Tony gave her a kiss then pushed her towards the door “now go before we get caught.”

(Y/n) giggled as he shooed her out the door but promised to see her tonight. Steve asked as (y/n) stepped off the elevator.

“oh, um...The lab? I was looking for Bruce. But he wasn’t there” She tried to leave but Steve stepped in front of her.

“Why?”

“um... I don’t know maybe he went for lunch early-”

“no, why did you want to have lunch with him?”

“um... because he’s nice?”

“I .... you know what never mind.” Steve said just shaking his head. “How about you have lunch with me?”

“can we have ice cream too?”

“Of course,”

(Y/n) had been Sneaking around in lately and Steve had noticed. He had tried to confront her several times about it but could never find it in himself to do it when it came down to it. She was just too sweet. Really he just wanted to make sure she was okay and wasn’t doing anything bad or dangerous. He just wanted her safe.

Later that night (Y/n) sneakily made her way to garage where Tony was already waiting by his car. “ You missy are late”

“Just a few minutes. I was trying to be sneaky.” she said she came up towards him giving him a peck on the lips “where are we going?” she asked as Tony opened the car door for her.

“Don’t worry about it” He said kissing her forehead and pushing her in buckling her up “ It’ll be fun, I promise”

“okay” she whispered shyly.

The drive was a bit long it took them all the way into the city and to the docks. (Y/n) was confused but didn’t say anything instead waiting and watching quietly. He pulled up and parked he quickly got out going to her side to open her door and unbuckle her.

“Thank you”

“My pleasure”

“what’s here?”

“Boats”

“I-I mean why are we here?”

“Too many questions”

“Oh, I’m sorry”

“no, no your fine” Tony said quickly going to reassure her before she thought she had done something wrong. “ Just trust me okay we’re almost there”

Walking down to the docks (Y/n) looked at all the pretty, big, and expensive boats, yachts. They came to yacht at the end of the dock. “ Ta-da” Tony said as he showed her the yacht on the back it had a clear picture of Iron man flying with ‘Man of Iron’ written across it. “Come on” he said helping her step up on the yet untying it as he went.

“Nice, right?”

Tony said as he showed her around he was more so showing her the small things like handmade paintings, and designs, and unique decorations. He knew the big and expensive things weren’t going to impress her, (Y/n) was into small handmade and unique things she was very homey person.

Tony to her to the helm where he showed her and let her drive until they were a good ways from the shore line but not to far as they’d drift off or get lost.

“It’s beautiful” (Y/n) said as she looked at the moon shining above them casting a light over the water.

“It’s about to get better” Tony said as he lead her to the top deck where there were a small table set up for them with dessert.

“Did you do this?”

“Ye-no” (Y/n) gave Tony a look before he took the credit “ I’ve got three people in the kitchen down below they set this up when we stopped. But it was my idea”

“It really is beautiful, it is perfect. Thank you” she pecks his lips as he leads her to take a seat. She smiled and giggled for a bit just excited and so happy she just couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. And he was just happy to see her smiling and enjoying herself even if she couldn’t put it in words. They just ate their desserts and enjoyed their silences. Just sitting and enjoying each other as a whole.

“This is nice. We should do this more often” Tony said as he laid back on a bundle of pillows placed on the deck (Y/n) laying next to him. He had a glass of champagne while she opted for sparkling cider.

“Yes, we should” she said as she snuggled into his side.

Tony leaned down to kiss her she hummed into the kiss he put both their drinks to the side and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a deeper kiss. He pulled her into his lap he moaned into the kiss as he pulled her against him tightly. The kiss becoming more passionate and heavy.

“Tony”

“Yeah” he whispered as he chased for her lips for another kiss. She pushed him away gently.

“I ..I think we should stop now....please?”

“of course, I’m sorry. I guess I went a bit to far.”

“I-it’s okay... I just don’t...not on a boat” she said shyly as she slid of his lap and sat next to him.

“of course not”

“M-maybe we should go...home?” he sat up kissing her forehead.

“That’s an end to our night I suppose.” he said sounding a bit upset.

“I-I’m sorry. we don’t-we don’t have to-”

“Hey” he said stopping her rambling and taking her hand kissing the back of her hand “ Don’t worry about it. It’s getting late anyways. Got to get you to bed.” she laughed a bit as he pulled her up on to her feet.

“Yeah, it’s past my bed time”

Tony opened the passenger side door helping (Y/n) out.

“I had fun... Can we do this again?”

“Whatever you want” he said as he gave her a peck “ just ask.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him tightly “Thank you”

“Anytime sweetheart. Let me walk you to your room”

“n-no... sorry, I don’t want us to get caught and in trouble. Sorry” she says as she steps back from him and her head drops she didn’t want to hurt or upset him. But she knew she had.

“Alright, if that’s what you want” he kissing her forehead” Goodnight, sweetheart”

“Goodnight”

Tony watched her as she retreated to the elevator he smiled as she gave him a small smile and wave. He sighed as the doors closed behind her. “ So, you going to hide in the shadows all night?” he said looking over his shoulder to a dark part of the garage. “Got anything to say?”

Steve sighed as he stepped out of the shadows. He slowly approached Tony “How long has this been going?” he asked

“...Seven months” Tony said “ aren’t you upset?”

“Seven months. I knew something was up but I never expected this. I’m... I’m not upset she seems happy. And I know you’ll take care of her”

“Yeah?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll kill you.” Steve said with a kind smile that left Tony shivering because he knew it wasn’t kindness in that smile but venom.

“I love her” Tony said as he looked to his car, she had left her purse in the car. “if something happens to her and you need to kill me then so be it. But I’ll do everything in my power to protect and care for her. I can promise you that.”

Steve didn’t say anything instead giving him a simple nod and walking away. Steve wasn’t completely okay with this but she was happy he could clearly see that and Tony was the cause. He definitely wasn’t okay with that but he didn’t want to take away her happiness so...

“be good to her”

“ Of course, who do you think I am?”

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?”

Tony smile “ not a play boy anymore”

“I hope so”

The next morning (Y/n) tiptoed into the common room to find everyone lounging around and Tony in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Hey, (Y/n) I made you some breakfast” Tony said waving her into the kitchen. As she gave him a quick thanks and tried to take her plate he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close wrapping an arm around her waist her dips her into a kiss in front of everyone. he pulled away.

“Good morning, sweetheart”

and that’s how that happened.

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Mental Health Day

Michael Clifford x Reader

Request: @galcalirwin and I were talking and she gave the idea of a mental health day.

Word count: 3.3k

Trigger Warnings: Some swearing, Depression, Being overworked.

Trudging through the front door of my house, I kicked my shoes off and made my way towards my room. On the way, I poked my head into Michael’s gaming room. He was playing League of Legends. I decided to not disturb him and made the rest of the way to the bedroom.

A dull ache spread in my chest as I crawled into bed. Not even being bothered enough to change my clothes. I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling of the dark room. My eyes traced the random patterns of shadows. The shapes were familiar as I’ve done this everyday the past week. They were a constant in my life.

“Better than friends,” I muttered to myself. Tears started welling up in my eyes.

Suddenly the light flipped on causing me to snap my eyes shut from the sudden brightness. Tears were now running down the side of my face. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the light. All the shadows were gone. Much like everyone else in my life. Everyone except Michael.

The bed dipped down. I turned my head to see Michael sitting there. His green eyes were carefully analyzing me.

“When did you get home?” he finally spoke.

“I dunno. Thirty minutes ago?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were home?”

“You were playing League. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Michael stared at me for a moment before saying, “Two things, (Y/n). First, you never bug me, okay? I need you to know this.”

“Okay,” I whispered. There was a small crack in my voice.

“And second, I’ve been playing Modern Warfare for over an hour now. What time did you get home? And where’s your phone? I’ve been texting you.”

“Around eight thirty, I think. My phone is in my purse.”

He sighed as he ran his hands through his blonde hair. “(Y/n), love, it’s after ten. Where’s your purse.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from crying further. “Some-somewhere.” I couldn’t actually remember where I put it. Today had become such a blur. “I need to go to sleep. I have work in the morning.”

“Again?” he frowned. “When’s your next day off? I swear you haven’t gotten one in over a week. Plus you’ve been working really long hours.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “We’re really busy right now. I think I have one in a couple of days… If they don’t call me in.”

Michael wrinkled his nose, frown still present on his face. “You seriously need a day off.”

“What am I supposed to do?” I whined, wiping my cheek to get the stray tears off.

“Call in sick.”

“What?”

“Set your alarm early tomorrow to call in sick.”

“I can’t just do that, Michael. I’ll get fired!”

“They’re not going to fire their best employee because she called in sick for one day,” he rolled his eyes. “And if they did, we’d find you a better job that doesn’t overwork you so much.”

I bit my lip, “I don’t know.”

“It’ll be fine. Plus I don’t have studio time tomorrow, so you’ll get to spend the whole day with me,” he smirked, knowing that that would win me over.

“Oka-ay,” I groaned.

“Now let’s get you showered and changed.” He stood up and walked over to my side of the bed. He offered his hands to me. I took them and let him pull me out of bed.

His hands played with the hem of my shirt before gently pulling the fabric over my head. Once my shirt was discarded onto the floor, he reached around me and unclasped my bra. Pulling it off, revealing my bare chest.

As I started taking off my own pants, Michael took his glasses off and set it on the nightstand. He started taking his own clothes off. I raised an eyebrow at him. He gave me a grin and placed a quick kiss to my cheek.

“I love you,” I half swoon at the simple gesture.

“I love you too, my kitten,” he kisses the tip of my nose before grabbing my hand to lead me towards the bathroom.

When we got there, I closed the door behind us as Michael turned on the water. Once the water was hot enough, we climbed in. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back to his chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder. I leaned my head against his. There we stood basking in each other’s company letting the warm water run over us.

The water started to cool down, so Michael turned it back up and we started to actually shower. He started off by washing my hair. His calloused fingers massaged my head. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. When he was done, he moved out of the way so I could properly rinse my hair. As I started putting conditioner in my hair, he washed his own. Finally we started washing our bodies. We mostly washed our own, but let the other wash our backs. Giving small back rubs in the process.

We both rinsed off completely and shut off the water just as it was getting cold. He handed me a towel before taking one for himself. Taking the time to dry off, we wrapped our towels around ourselves. While in the bathroom, we decided to brush our teeth before heading back in our room.

I got dressed in one of Michael’s baggy shirts and a pair of panties. He decided on gym shorts and a baggy black hoodie that he cut the sleeves halfway. Making it like a t-shirt.

“Have you eaten?” he asked in a soft hum.

I shook my head, “I’m not hungry.”

“(Y/n),” he sighed. “You need to eat.”

“Not if I’m not hungry,” I argued. “And we just brushed our teeth.”

“Fine, I’ll let you skip dinner, but you have to eat breakfast.” He turned off the bedroom light.

“Deal,” I agreed to his terms and started climbing into bed.

“Did you set your alarm early to call out?” He asked, pulling the covers back on his side to climb in himself.

“Shit,” I mumbled, rolling over to bury my face into a pillow.

“You said your phone is in your purse. Do you remember where that’s at?”

“I don’t know!” I whined into the pillow.

Michael let out a sigh before saying, “I’ll go look for it.”

I felt him get off the bed. A few minutes later, the bed dipped back down again. I pulled my face out of the pillow to look at him. He held my purse out to me. I rolled over and sat up, taking it from him. I opened it and pulled out my phone. Unlocking it, I set my alarm for two and a half hours before I had to go to work.

I set my purse down on the floor before plugging my phone in to it’s charger before setting it down on my nightstand. I noticed Michael’s glasses were still there. I grabbed them and handed them to him to put them on his side.

He gave a small thanks, setting them on his nightstand before settling into bed. I follow suit, putting my back towards him, getting comfortable. He threw his arm over me and pulled me into him. His legs easily tangled with mine.

“Goodnight, love,” he murmured into my hair before placing a gentle kiss to the back of my head.

“Goodnight,” I let out a content sigh. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.”

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I woke up to my alarm going off. Quickly sitting up, I reached over and turned it off. Hoping that I didn’t disturb Michael too much. In the night, we had moved away from each other. His back was now towards me. I let out a yawn as I stretched my arms and back. Slipping out of bed, I made my way to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day.

“Kitten, what’re you doing?” Michael’s voice was gruff, full of sleepiness.

“I’m getting ready for work,” I yawned.

He pulled himself up out of bed and made his way over to me. When he got to me, he pulled me into a tight hug, resting his head against me. “You work too hard. Said you were going to call out,” he mumbled.

I stared into space for a moment, remembering the night before. “Oh yeah.”

“Come back to bed,” he begged.

I nodded against him. He let out a small sigh as he pulled away. Making sure to grab my hand before walking back to our bed. I dropped his hand and moved to my side of the bed, grabbing my phone on the nightstand.

I easily found my manager’s contact. My finger hovered over the dial option as I bit my lip. I looked up at Michael who was already laying back down.

“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted to Michael’s sleepy form.

“(Y/n), you have to. You’re running yourself into the ground.”

“He’s going to be mad.”

“That’s his problem. Nothing he can do about you using a sick day.”

“They’re going to be overwhelmed from being short-staffed.”

“That’s the company’s fault. Not yours. They should have enough people to handle someone calling out. Come on, you know as well as I do that you deserve a day off.”

I kneaded my bottom lip between my teeth. He was right. It’s been over a week since my last day off. And goddammit, I’m tired.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed my manager. I held the phone up to my ear as it rang. After a while, I was sent to voicemail. “Hey Josh,” I started. “I’m sorry to do this, but I can’t make it in today. I’m really not feeling well. Just giving you a heads up.” With that I hung up.

I opened my text messages in my phone and sent him a text as well with a similar message. Setting my phone back down and crawling into bed next to Michael, I let out a soft sigh. “I called out.”

“Good job, Kitten,” he placed a kiss on my temple. “Now cuddle me.”

He pulled me against his chest. I snuck my arm underneath his and wrapped it around his waist. A small smile spread across my lips as I listened to his steady breathing. I deserved a day off. And if it’s spent in the arms of the man I love, all the better.

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Light shining on my face from the outside window stirred me from my sleep. I groaned as I rolled over, pulling the blanket over my face. Reaching a hand over to grab Mikey, I was greeted with empty sheets. I pulled the blanket back down to look over the room. He was gone. I couldn’t help but frown.

I rolled back over to check my phone. It was a quarter past ten. There was a text from my manager. Checking the message, it simply said, “Feel better soon.”

I pulled myself up, out of bed and started wandering from room to room. The bathroom and his gaming room were empty. I put my hands on my hips, trying to think where he could be. Suddenly a noise came from the kitchen. Found him.

I tiptoed my way down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Michael was standing in front of the stove putting butter into a pan. Ingredients littered the counter top. Leaning against the bar area, I watched him move. He was humming a small tune I didn’t recognize.

When he turned around and saw me, he gave a small jump. “Jesus (Y/n), you scared me!” he laughed.

I let out a small giggle, pushing myself off of the counter. His hands found their way to my waist as I stepped up to him. He gave a lazy grin as he looked down at me. I couldn’t help but match his smile.

“How’d you sleep, beautiful?” his right hand moved to tuck some of my hair behind my ear before settling back on my waist.

“Good,” I hummed. “Didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

He nodded his head. “I’m glad you were able to rest.”

“Me too.”

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. It was a sweet chaste kiss that made my heart flutter. I will never get use to his kisses. They always held different emotions depending on what was going on, but each one always made me feel loved.

“So what’re you making?” I asked as Mikey moved away from me to continue cooking.

“Eggs and toast. Do you want to make the holes in the bread?”

“Of course I do!” I said excitedly. I sat on a bar stool facing him.

He handed me a piece of bread. I took it and gave it a small bend so I could bite a hole in the center. Handing it back to Michael, he handed me another slice. I repeated the action. He moved back to the stove. Putting the bread in the pan, he grabbed the eggs and broke one into the center of each. He then dashed salt and pepper onto the egg.

“Did you want cheese on yours?” he asked, flipping over the eggs and toast.

“Yes please.”

He sprinkled some cheese on top of each one and allowed the cheese to melt before plating it. Setting the plate on the counter, he added some green onion on top that he must’ve chopped up before I came down.

He set the food in front of me and moved to pass me the hot sauce and a fork. I smiled at him gratefully. As I started taking a bite, he went and put more butter in the pan.

“Are you not eating this with me?”

“No, those are yours,” he chuckled.

“Oh,” I set the fork down to wait for him to be able to eat with me.

“You can start, it’s better while it’s warm,” he said before taking a bite out of the slice of bread in his hands.

“Are you sure? I can wait for you.”

“It’s okay, I insist.” My belly growled as he was talking. He let out a small laugh, “And it sounds like your stomach does too.”

I gave him a sheepish smile before picking up my fork and eating. When I was half way through, he sat next to me and started eating himself. We sat in silence as we enjoyed our meal.

I got up from my spot when I finished and put the dishes in the sink. I started cleaning up the food on the counter, putting things back in the fridge. Once Mikey finished, he started hand washing the dirty dishes.

“So, what do you want to do today?” He asked, drying off his hands.

I thought for a moment before a wicked grin spread across my face. “Kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

“Ha! You wish you could!”

“I know I can!” I turned around and started running upstairs to the game room. Michael was right behind me.

We were both out of breath when we got there. I sat down on the couch as Mikey changed the TV’s input and got the Switch set up. He sat down next to me, his leg brushing mine. He handed me a controller. I rested my head against his shoulder as we were picking our characters.

“Cuddling up to the competition, huh?” he joked.

“Only when the competition is hot,” I shrugged.

“Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you,” he laughed.

“Wouldn’t dream of if, darling.”

“Loser orders pizza later?”

“Michael, we just ate!” I laughed.

“I said later!”

“You’re on.”

“I love you,” he chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

“Cuddling up to the competition?” I threw his words back at him.

“Oh, shut up.”

We decided on doing only four races with random maps on. That way neither of us had to fight over which maps we played. As we raced, Michael and I pushed against each other, trying to make the other slip up.

I won the first two races and he won the third. We were on the fourth race now and Michael was in the lead. I squeezed the controller tighter, trying to will myself to go faster. I was only a few feet behind him. There was a line of item boxes before the last turn. Grabbing one, I prayed for something good.

As we took the last turn, I got a red shell. My eyes widened with excitement. I saw him use the coin he got from the item boxes as I lined up the shot. Releasing the red shell, it hit him as he got to the finish line, stopping him in his tracks. I zoomed right past him, claiming first place.

I shot up to my feet and started dancing in victory as Michael yelled, “That’s bullshit!”

“It’s not my fault that you suck at Mario Kart,” I laughed.

“Take that back,” he narrowed his eyes.

“No!”

He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me back to the couch. He started tickling my sides. I let out a squeal as I laughed my head off. I tried using my hands to fight him off. He easily shifted our weight so my back was against the couch and he was on top of me. Grabbing both of my wrists, he pinned them above my head. He shifted my wrists so he could hold them with one hand and continue tickling me with the other.

“Michael, stop, I can’t breathe!” I wheezed in between laughs.

He paused his onslaught on my stomach. “Take it back.”

“Never!” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail.

He gave a small shrug and continued his attack. Tears started rolling down my cheeks from me laughing so hard.

“Michael!” I cried.

“Michael,” he mimicked.

“Okay, okay!” I giggled. “Take it back!”

“Take what back?” he smirked, fingers still digging into my side.

“You don’t suck at Mario Kart!”

I gasped for breath as he pulled his hands away, freeing my wrists. I reached up and cupped his face. He leaned into my touch. Smiles never leaving our lips.

“I missed this,” he mumbled.

“Missed what? Torturing me?” I snorted.

“No,” he scoffed. “I missed your laugh and your smile.”

“Oh?” I furrowed my brows and retracted my hand.

Michael let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve just been so tired and sad lately. I’ve been worried. At first, I thought it was me.”

“Awe, Mikey it’s not your fault. You’ve been my rock. It’s just… I’ve been so busy with-”

“Work. I know,” he nodded his head. “And that scares me, (Y/n). I hate what it’s doing to you.”

“Well, what if,” I paused for a moment to think. “What if I found another job.”

“I think that’ll be healthy. One that doesn’t work you so much.”

“Then I’ll start looking.”

“After today,” he said, leaning down. “Today I want to spend as much time with you as I can. And for you to relax.”

“Lucky for you, those two things can go hand in hand,” I lifted my head up off of the couch, catching his mouth with mine.

His hand moved to cup my face as our mouths moved together. My hands rested on his hips as he straddled me. Suddenly his tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip. I opened my mouth. Our tongues did a little dance, darting in and out of each other’s mouths. Teeth occasionally bumped against each other. I gently bit Mikey’s bottom lip as he pulled away for air.

He let out a small laugh, “I love you so much, Kitten.”

“I love you too, Mikey. So much,” I beamed up at him.

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