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What's forever for?

I apologize in advance for this one... I blame @choicesflashfics lol It's really my fault. I sent in the prompt, so I felt I had to write it, but nothing came to mind. When I rolled out of bed this morning afternoon, this was in my head, and I just went with it. Remember: It's an AU. lol This fic has turned into a little separate universe. You can find more details about it, and associated fics, here.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Rating: Teen

Category: Angst/One-Shot/AU

Warnings: Breakup

Summary: It's their last morning together in the home they had called their own. As Casey goes through a multitude of emotions, she comes to understand what the future can be.

Words: 2,418

A/N: They're kind of above, but this is for @choicesflashfics, prompt: “I didn’t see it then, but you were saying goodbye the entire time.” Also participating in @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 4 - Break-up. Now I'm going to eat ice cream.

Not an inspiration - but this OLD song was in my head non-stop as I wrote. Hence, the title. I'm going to get ice cream.

What's Forever For by Michael Murphy WFF? Universe Info & Masterlist Tobias & Casey Masterlist All Works Masterlist

It was a beautiful day. After a cold and dreary winter, the sun was shining bright, filling the kitchen with an ethereal glow. The air was still crisp, but so much warmer. It was the first time in forever that she didn’t need a coat when she took little Cocoa out for his morning walk. But of all days, it had to be today? Another cruel irony sealed her belief that even mother nature was mocking her. Was it a sadistic sense of humor… or perhaps just one more thing that betrayed her?

She chuckled ruefully as she wiped down the countertop that didn’t need to be cleaned. She had wiped it down at least a hundred times since aborting her attempts at sleep last night. But her hands needed something to do, anything to keep her mind off of her heart. She didn’t think it was breaking anymore… it was already broken into a million pieces. Now, she wondered if it had ceased to exist. So she dragged the rag over it again, staring at the specs of glitter scattered throughout the granite just one last time.

Glitter. In granite. It seemed silly then, and it seemed more foolish now. He thought it was a great idea. Something bright and sparkly on a surface that was normally mundane. It was so much like her… he had said… bright, full of life…sparkling fairy dust wherever she went. And as that memory drifted in, then out of her mind, a gentle snort escaped her. So much for a mindless task whisking her away; there was no escape.

A slow, even hum replaced the deafening silence that had filled the air. Then muffled voices ushered her back to the present. His moving truck had arrived. She poured a tall glass of ice water and gulped it down, hoping the chill would stop the tears from springing from her eyes. But it had no effect. She could still hear his voice, buoyant, almost cheerful… how could it be? The moving men were laughing pleasantly. Of course, they were. He made everyone feel at home. He certainly had that effect on her. In the beginning, in the middle…and even now, if she let him… at the end. But she couldn’t let him.

How? How she wondered as she stared out the kitchen window, cursing the birds for singing their song. How could he be so bright on this very morning? Even if it was just a façade… and she was sure it was a façade… just like so many things had been. Yet he still found the energy to muster it up, to put on an act so those in his presence would feel comfortable. Anyone looking at her right now would just want to run away. No one likes being near grief. But she couldn’t do it today. It took all of her conviction to will herself to breathe. To keep herself from falling apart and becoming a total mockery. That she could manage. But a smile? A corny joke? Right now, she felt they were years away.

The voices moved upstairs, and she could hear footsteps making their way around the rooms that had been the stage of her life. They went up and down, carrying boxes that contained pieces of a life now gone out the front door until there was nothing left. It wouldn’t be long now. This big old place, so much bigger than they ever needed… but he insisted. And she caved. Like the glitter on the counter, it made him happy, and everything seemed bright. So why would she say no? Now, the rooms were being emptied, just like her heart, and every muffled sound echoed like thunder through the vacant halls. They made a choice together, and he had left long ago, in spirit if not body, so why… why was this so hard.

She shut her eyes tight, and a single, hot tear rolled down her cheek. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. None of it was. Everyone told her she’d be OK. A brighter tomorrow awaited her. This chapter was closed, but a new one was beginning… and she knew it was true…but not today. Today, she cursed the sun, which was doing its best to warm her frozen soul, and wanted to scream to frighten the singing birds and happy movers away. How dare they! How dare they be merry and bright… TODAY! They could do it next month, next week, maybe even tomorrow they could try. But to do it in front of her… today! Today? It was an offense that rattled her soul. But like so many days that preceded it, she had to garner the strength to ignore the world's insensitivity of carrying on while her world had crashed to an end.

Her cell phone vibrated, skating softly along the shining countertop, and a beautiful picture appeared. Her precious little boy, bundled up in a coat and hat despite the mercury being at 60 degrees. Smiling without a care in the world, he descended the slide in the park by her mother’s home. Then the impossible occurred. A small smile appeared on her lips.

I wanted to let you know I took Kyle to the diner for his favorite pancakes, and now we’re at the park. He’s having a great day. He greeted everyone we met along the street and laughed with joy as the birds scattered when he chased them. They don’t understand he just wants to be their friend. Still, their chirping made him smile. It’s going to be all right, sweetheart. I made your favorite brownies, and we’ll have them tonight. It’s going to be all right.

Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the guilty footsteps approaching behind her until it was too late. If she had, she might have rushed out the kitchen door to escape him, but then again, maybe not. She could have stayed at her mother’s last night; she could be with her and Kyle at the park. But she felt like she had to be here. Perhaps it was for closure, or maybe she was a bit of a masochist… or both. But no matter, it was too late to run away.

“That’s the last of my things,” he said in a voice so low it was almost unrecognizable.

“Um-huh,” she managed, wiping a tear away from her eye before he could see.

He looked at the phone on the counter, and she could feel his demeanor change, even though her back still faced him.

“Look at him,” he smiled. “He looks like he’s having a great day.”

“Yeah,” Casey sniffled. “I’m glad he is.”

“I guess someone’s gotta be, right?”

The sadness in his voice was unmistakable, and she didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry. HOW DARE HE! Mr. Sunshine and Bright. Mr. Everything Will Be OK. The man who had lit up her world, warmed her heart, and ignited a passion she never knew before. Mr. Fake it Until You Make It, and never let them see you cry…. Mr. It’s just not going to work for us, Casey. Mr. I didn’t want to break your heart. How dare he show such emotion right now! It was over, mostly by his design, and all she needed for him was to leave, so she could move on. Because she had to move on… if she didn’t… she wasn’t sure she could survive.

“I suppose,” she said, quickly shuffling across the room; his proximity a dagger in her heart.

She hated him. She hated him so much. But not in the way one hates a stranger or those who wish to do us harm. She hated him in the unique way one hates the person we’re destined to love our entire lives, even when they’ve hurt us so. She knew she’d get over him; she knew she’d move on. But she also knew that her heart would always bear his name. That years from now, she’d still wake up a hundred times expecting to find him at her side, and what remained of her heart would still shatter a little more each time it realized he wasn’t there. How could the man she loved… adored… so much deliver her this much pain? She hated him. She hated all right. But she hated herself more… because she couldn’t stop loving him if she tried.

“Are you staying here tonight?”

“No. I’m staying at my Mother’s. My stuff will be out on Monday, but… last night was my last night here. I… I can’t be here anymore.”

“I know,” he sighed, an aching sigh that burned as it escaped his chest. The façade he showed the world was collapsing all at once. Not everyone saw this side of Tobias Carrick, but Casey did. The side that wasn’t jovial and always bright, the side that became angered and showed despair. She once thought it was a blessing… he loved her so much that he could be his true self. But now, how she yearned to go back. Back to the days when he was the smile that brightened her day and the bombastic voice echoing down the hall at work, always bringing a smile to her face. When he was the laughter and the song that filled their favorite spot, drawing every single eye their way. She recalled the envy in them all… they wanted to be her, or him… them… they were everything everyone else wished to be. She wanted to go back to a day when that’s all that they were… when that was all that she knew… but if she did… would she make different choices? Would she trade away the joy for the pain bound to follow? Was a life of heartache too great a price to pay to have experienced a love like theirs had been?

“Casey?” he said tenderly, reaching over to tap her arm when she didn’t reply. She hadn’t heard a word he said.

Shaken, she jolted back and saw the embarrassment and pain on his face when he realized what his touch had brought her now. They both looked away in shame.

“Uhm… I’m sorry… I didn’t hear, you… I….”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said sadly. Hands in his pockets, he rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet… she had never seen him look this uncomfortable, so unsure… not even on that night he told her he had no more left to give. “I guess…. I guess this is it,” his voice cracked. “I hope you know how sorry I am. I never wanted….”

Casey's eyes shut as she shook her head and held up her hand. Silencing him without a word.

“No,” she whispered. “No. Uh-uh. We’ve done this… we’re not doing it again.”

Abashed, he looked to his feet, swallowing the tears that would soon consume him. She was his home no more.

“It’s not even your fault,” her voice creaked. “I can’t even blame… it’s not even your fault. In so, so many ways… I’m to blame. I loved you, Tobias. I loved you so much that I ignored every sign, and there were always signs. When you told me you couldn’t believe this was you, what we had was never your kind of thing… I knew it then, but I didn’t want to believe it. When you’d say that you didn’t understand what I saw in you when all I saw were the million things that I wanted to see, the million beautiful things that make you you. Oh, I loved those things, Tobias. I still do. I loved them so much that I overlooked the parts that frightened me, the parts that would have made me wonder if we would be standing right here, right now. You told me I deserved better, and I didn’t want to believe that. But… perhaps I did. I didn’t see it then, but you were saying goodbye the entire time. This was never the life you wanted. There was no way it could work for you, so I’m sorry… I’m sorry for trying to make you fit someplace you didn’t belong.”

“No! No,” he interrupted. The ever-present light in his eyes diminished, replaced with a glint of tears as he approached her. “Don’t ever say that. I belonged. Just because it didn’t work doesn’t mean I didn’t want it… or that it shouldn’t have been. You… you and Kyle… you were…” He bit his lip and sniffled, his tears now falling freely as he slumped over the counter. “It was….”

Something switched inside Casey at that moment… seeing him shattered before her, recognizing his heartbreak was different but no less painful than hers. It would take her years before she understood it, but something had changed.

“It was a dream,” she finished, placing her hand on his shoulder. “It was a beautiful dream, and, despite the pain, I’m so glad I got to share it with you. And look,” she grabbed her phone. “Look at what we made together. Kyle is the best of us, the very best, and while we may not be forever… he is, and… well, I guess that means… in some way… we are too. It’s not the way we planned, but….”

He stood up slowly, his sanguine smile encouraging her to create one of her own. “We are,” he said with a graveled voice. “It’s not what we planned, but Kyle… and you…. you are both my forever.”

Neither could tell you how much time had passed. They stood together, clinging to each other as if they were afraid they’d disappear before them. Months of anger, resentment, and fear melted away with each tear they shed. Each knowing it was time to cast the bitterness aside and build a bridge for what was to come. This wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t their dream when they had said vows years before, but they’d be a family forever, and a family they’d remain… even if a new chapter was beginning.

Casey was the first to pull away. Grabbing a wad of paper towels, she handed some to him and kept a bunch for herself. She blew her nose much louder than anticipated, and their laughter joined the harsh sound, echoing throughout the halls where they created the story of their lives.

“Come on,” she said, wrapping her arm around his waist. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I’d like that,” he smiled.

They each peered around one last time, leaving their home the same way they once walked in: arm in arm, to a bright future that was yet unwritten.

A/N2: Y'all notice I gave them one son. Nothing like their three little girls in their REAL story. Becuase how dare I fucking do this to my babies. Don't talk to me... lol :)

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sassycassie-s-writing · 3 years

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My Favorite Smile

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (this one has a couple ✨swear words✨ in it lol. I don’t usually write them out, but sometimes you just gotta say what you mean)

Original Idea: X (Obsessed with this channel right now)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) 2,182 words... it’s a longer one again. I casually wrote this in, like, two hours. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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Holding his coffee and croissant, Jason looked around the crowded café for a place to sit. Every table was occupied by at least one person, and the rules of personal space in public said the couches were full, with one person sitting on either end.

His eyes fell on a table with a single occupant.

His heart stuttered to a stop. Wait… is that her? Damn, she looks good this time. He scoffed at himself. Who am I kidding? She looks good every time. Should I talk to her? Should I tell her? She didn’t believe me last time… and I don’t know if I can stand another lifetime without her… but last life we didn’t meet till I was almost fifty. I really wasn’t expecting to find her this early.

He straightened up and strode over to her table. “Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? The café’s pretty crowded and the other tables are full.”

She looked up and Jason’s brain stopped working as she met his eyes. She was just as incredible as she always was. Thousands upon thousands of years, and he still never got over how beautiful she was. “Sure, go ahead,” she said with a smile before going back to her phone.

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“I’m Jason, by the way,” the man said, sitting down.

I glanced back up and gave him my name in return.

He smiled. He had a handsome smile. Just looking at him… something tugged in the back of my mind. “That’s a pretty name,” he said.

My ears warmed and I looked away. “Thanks,” I muttered. I looked back at him. “Sorry if this sounds… weird—but have we met before?” I cringed but smiled. If we had…oh it’d be so embarrassing if I’d forgotten him. And a man as handsome as him—how could I have forgotten?

But a look of delight crossed his face, before being replaced by one of neutrality. “Not in this lifetime,” he replied.

“Kind of an odd way to word it,” I remarked before I could overthink whether that sounded really rude or not.

Jason’s ears turned red. “Well… yeah I guess so. Sorry.” He looked down at his coffee cup and croissant and chose to take a sip of his drink. After swallowing, he looked back up at me. “This is probably gonna sound really creepy, but please just hear me out for a few minutes. Do you believe in soulmates?”

I reached up and scratched an itch just behind my ear. “I mean… kind of? I think maybe they exist for some people, and other people could be matched equally well with multiple potential partners,” I said.

His shoulders slouched with a sigh of what might have been relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. He met my eyes. “Because… we’re soulmates. You and I. Sometimes—very rarely—two people are so destined to be together, that they’re reborn over and over to stay together throughout thousands of years’ worth of lifetimes. Sometimes we both remember, sometimes only one of us does. I don’t think there’s ever been a lifetime where neither of us remember. Besides the first, I guess. Back when we didn’t know we’d be reborn. We never look the same twice—different bodies, different backgrounds. But we always have the same soul.”

A reasonable person would have thought he was making up a really long, bad pickup line. But I stared at him with rapt attention. Like some missing puzzle piece I’d been looking for my entire life fell into place. It just sounded… right.

“How do we find each other, if we look different every time?”

He took a deep breath. “Well… when one or both of us remember, we can… kind of sense it? Kind of see it? Like, right now, I see you, but I also see every face of yours that I’ve seen across every lifetime.” He cleared his throat. “Sometimes we don’t. Find each other, I mean. The distance between where we’re born or the timing of our rebirths keep us apart. But there’s only been… three of those, if I remember right.” He laughed. “So glad you believed me this time. It would have sucked if you got a restraining order—because those are a thing now—and I had to spend this life without you.”

I leaned forward, shoving my phone in my pocket. “Tell me more,” I said.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“Um… I don’t know. The beginning? Our first life?”

He nodded. “Ancient Greece,” he said. “Like, really early in Ancient Greece’s history. The gods blessed us. Bound our souls for eternity. Your hair is actually the same color now as it was back then. Kind of a… nostalgic favorite of mine. You’re absolutely stunning every time I see you, but I have some favorites. You do too.”

I snickered. “Oh really? Like what?”

“Well… I always think you’re adorable with dimples or freckles. Green eyes are a favorite of mine too. And your current hair color is my favorite. There were also a few times where you were a little taller than me. Those were nice. You’re most comfortable to hug that way. But, without fail, every single lifetime I see your smile and I think, ‘That one. That one’s my new favorite.’” He chuckled. “As for you, you’ve told me that you like me best with brown eyes—even though you don’t like brown eyes normally. Um… you also like it when my hair is curly.” He gestured to his black hair, slightly curled, with two white curls arcing down the center of his forehead. “You told me… seven lifetimes ago? That you like me best with piercings and tattoos, but when I brought it up last lifetime you said even when I have them I still look like, and I quote, a ‘giant nerd.’”

We both laughed. Jason sighed and shook his head.

“Then again, you said that was your favorite during our pirate lifetime. And I can also say hot damn you looked good with tattoos and a big hat.”

I gasped out a laugh. “We were pirates?”

He laughed too. “Yeah. Well, you were. To start with, anyway. You and your crew were visiting my town and you, absolutely drunk, stumbled into my house. I was a carpenter that time. Thank the gods we both remembered that lifetime or I probably would have shot you. You spent half the night drunkenly blathering about how much you hated my hair when it was long the way it was and that you’d cut it off if I didn’t. The next morning, when you’d sobered up, you apologized. And I’d said it was fine. And… you asked me to come with you. I’ve spent dozens of lifetimes endlessly in love with you. So, like the lovesick fool I am and was, I said yes.

“It… was not a long lifetime. Pirates rarely made it to old age. We were both killed when a Royal Navy ship attacked us. I went down first. You told me in our next lifetime that you single-handedly killed half of that crew’s sailors in revenge even though you knew you’d see me again—because you’d been having so much fun that life and they ruined it. Eventually their captain killed you himself.” He took a bite of his croissant.

It was certainly a lot to take in. But everything he said was so vivid… I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination coming up with the images or… memories that had merely been locked away somewhere deep inside. The sea. The deck of a ship. An octopus tattoo on my left forearm, tentacles reaching to the back of my hand, a similar one on his tanned, scarred neck. Curly auburn hair, a scruffy beard. Brown leather coat and blood under his nails. Pierced ear and eyebrow. A tattoo of a mermaid with a face and wild hair that I knew must have been mine on his right thigh as we found alone time together in my cabin—a pile of leather clothes in a heap on the floor, topped by a big hat with a big feather.

I met his eyes again. “Tell me about another one.”

He smiled. “Well… there was another time I was a soldier. You remembered. I didn’t. I passed through your town on my way to report for duty, and the weather got bad. Your family owned a tavern that doubled as an inn. So, that was where I stayed. You didn’t tell me. I fell in love with you anyway. You would tell me stories and sing for me and make me food in private. When the weather improved, I went off to war and, miraculously, I survived. Even though I spent most of my time that fight thinking about you. I came back to your inn and asked you to marry me. You said yes. We were married soon after. I had to leave a lot. Fighting battles I didn’t care about. Eventually, I came home injured and dying. You held my hand and promised you’d see me soon. I thought you meant heaven or just said it to comfort me. You never told me we were endlessly-reborn soulmates.

“When I was about fifteen my next lifetime, all my memories came back. We both remembered that time, actually. When we ran into each other again we got into such a big argument about you not telling me. Literally picked up right where we left off. Two twenty-year-olds bickering like the old married couple we were. The life after I don’t remember is always a bit of a wild ride as all my memories come back. I imagine it’s similar for you. It’ll be similar for you.”

He reached across the table and took my hand. I squeezed his fingers. Our hands fit together perfectly. I wondered why I’d told him I liked him best with brown eyes when his blue eyes were absolutely gorgeous. “So… what now?” I asked.

He made a face. “Beginnings are always hard when one of us doesn’t remember. Because I have thousands of years of love for you, and you don’t even know me.” His fingers tightened around mine. “I’d like to take you out on a date, if you’ll let me.”

“Does it count as a first date?”

He smiled. It was a sad smile. “It can. It does for this life.”

“Have we… ever had children? Together?”

Jason regarded me thoughtfully. “We have,” he said. “But our bloodlines never last long. Usually we’re lucky to get great-grandchildren. We’re blessed to be together forever, but our families die off quickly. You speculated once that it’s the blessing’s attempt to make sure we’re not reborn into our own bloodline.”

“So we have no living descendants.”

“No. It’d be a little weird if we did. Like ‘Hey, kiddo, you’re our great-great-great-grandson! I know we’re younger than you but trust us!’” Jason laughed.

I could get drunk on that laugh. “I’d… I’d like to go on that date.”

He looked elated—and relieved. “Me too. I’d like to get to know you again.” He glanced around the crowded café. “What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere quiet and I can tell you more stories about our lives? You’ve always been the far superior storyteller, but I learned from the best.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here. I want to hear everything.”

He helped me to my feet. I gathered my jacket, cup, and phone. “Great. I can’t wait to tell you about the time I was a magician.”

I giggled. “My place or yours?”

“Mine. I have a memento from our most recent past life that I tracked down. I’d like you to have it.”

“What is it?”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Just held my hand as we left the café. Gotham’s overcast autumn sky was chilly. “I… I want it to be a surprise but I’m also too excited to tell you.” He bit his lower lip, staring at me. “Gah. Fine. It’s your wedding ring. I found it at an antique shop not far from where our oldest niece lived. We didn’t have any kids, last life. We didn’t meet till I was forty-nine and you were forty-three. We both decided it was too late for kids. But I had a few nieces and nephews. Our oldest niece was in charge of our estate. We died in the eighties. But I found your ring. You can use it again, eventually, if you want. Or we can get you a new one.” His face reddened. “I don’t mean to presume. But I don’t know if I can live without you this lifetime after having you for such a short time last life.”

I squeezed his hand. “Let’s try that first date first. I feel this pull toward you I can’t explain, but we’ll build up to the soulmate thing. Okay?” I smiled at him.

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Jason couldn’t help but stare at her. Those eyes, that stunning face. This one, he thought. This smile is my favorite.

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ladywinterwitch · 4 years

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Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile

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In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week' thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is, that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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Heart Fragile

We’re back at angst with day 21, Broken. Oops? Some description of violence and stabbing but I don’t think it’s too graphic…? Also, no one dies so don’t worry about that. I’m not paralysing anyone either, not this time anyway. There’s also way too much italicised text used.

Dedicated to @eat0crow mostly bc she said, when I mentioned what I was writing, that the idea was painful, so yeah, here we are. Basically, Crow, this was written while I was very much planning on digging the heart out of your chest with a spoon, tearing it to pieces and burning the remains. You’re welcome. I hope you like it though lol.

The next one is all fluff and humour and happiness, I swear. Absolutely no angst in that one.

Ao3

This is Maribat – Don’t like; don’t read

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Even after all those years, she wasn’t able to stay on her feet too long, wasn’t able to use her lungs in their full capacity. The dagger that passed her chest and pierced even her lungs had made sure of it. Thankfully, the blade had missed her heart, even if only barely, because had that happened, she would have had much less chance of survival. Her chances would have gone from slim to none.

A complete collapsed lung, the stab wound itself, her barely missed heart and the every now and then reoccurring collapse of her left lung made sure she would never be able to fully recover to her original state from that day.

No one was sure how she survived either. By all likelihoods, she shouldn’t have, but she did. The help hadn’t arrived in time, her heart was only beating by some miracle when they got to her, and she’d lost too much blood, but somehow every single one of those things was still just early enough to make her survival a slim possibility.

There had not been a sight of the responsible one after that. Not a single one. No one else knew who it had been, no one but Marinette. She knew and knowing hurt because she had trusted that person with her life. Her protector had become her predator, nothing to explain why things had gone so left behind.

She still carried the bitter grudge from that day within her heart.

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A pained breath escaped Marinette’s lungs. “What… I— Jason? You— How could you?” Marinette gasped out, eyes wide as the one she loved pushed something sharp through her chest. It was slow, and the burning pain it caused was agonising. They were in the dark of the hallways of his father’s manor, but everyone else was gone for the night. They had made sure of it, together. No one would help her even if she screamed.

Was that why he’d wanted the manor empty…?

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It took her years to figure out how to go on. Tim and Dick were always there for her every step of the way, helping her adapt to life again. Tim especially, he was there as she had wanted to do something useful, and there wasn’t much she could after that injury and that day, so she was officially the main designer for a lot of things in the Wayne Enterprises. In reality, she helped the family her beloved had left behind, by looking at the cases they got and had, coming up with plans on how to solve them, helping them through the comms on the rare occasions they needed to go on site.

Tim and Bruce had taught her the art of detective work the most, and Dick had been there to teach her a little self-defence in case something happened. He had also been the one to teach her the most about police procedures.

What they didn’t know was that she used those skills they’d taught her to be able to find where Jason was, what had happened to him and what the hell he was doing now. The betrayal she now knew wasn’t for anything she would have approved of, nothing she could see as justification for his actions, and yet he’d done it anyway. The fire of her fury and bitterness and pain for what he had done to her burned brightly inside her, scorching everything in its way and burning it all to ashes, and Marinette knew she would need to find Jason and have him face the consequences before she could find peace again.

He needed to pay.

The family had their suspicions of what had happened as Jason and Marinette were supposed to be the only ones in the manor at the time, but as Marinette had not given them any confirmation, instead wanting to let them believe what they wanted, to let them hold onto the tiniest speck of hope it wasn’t what it looked like, they were not looking into it. At least, not as much as she did. They thought that maybe, just maybe there was still a reason as to why it had happened. Or maybe Jason hadn’t even done it in the first place.

Marinette would let them believe so until she had Jason to confess what he’d done to them and in front of the law.

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She would have collapsed on the ground right then and there, but there was a steady hand on the small of her back, supporting her as it lowered her on the ground gently, before the hand moved to press down on her upper chest and something hard was on her knees. The two weighs made sure she couldn’t get up or fight back. Instead, the whatever Jason had used stayed inside her, the sharp pain of it piercing all of her.

She could feel her warm blood start pooling around her, soaking her clothes and staining everything around her. The smell of blood was choking, the stench of iron invading all of the air.

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It took Marinette two years and eleven months after the incident before he found any trace of Jason. He was hiding rather well, going on around the world with two other people. Marinette told no one where she was going, just told Tim she needed a short vacation since the anniversary of the night she lost Jason and was stabbed.

Tim had, as one might have guessed, granted her her leave, and even helped her pack. He did question where she was going, but after Marinette just shrugged and said she didn’t know, that she needed to just be because of the day, he let it be.

They both knew it was a lousy explanation but it worked regardless.

Marinette had bid Tim goodbye, though without him knowing, it might’ve truly been goodbye forever as she didn’t know how the trip would go. She had no idea. Anything could happen. She couldn’t trust Jason not to try to kill her again. After all, he had done it when she had had nothing against her, back when they were engaged. Who could tell for sure what he would do now that she was chasing him and trying to bring him in front of sweet justice, trying to drag him into the courtroom to be judged for the sins he’d committed.

And so, she set out on a journey.

❋❋❋

A look down confirmed what she’d been scared of. Jason had pushed a knife into her, into her chest. Her breathing fastened slowly, and the way her heartbeats echoed in her ears louder than ever before, faster than ever before, told her that he had managed to puncture her lung, too. His hands were coated in her blood, and she couldn’t get the sight out of her mind even when what she could see started soon swimming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had no other choice,” he murmured into her ear, pressing a light, barely-there kiss on her jaw. “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

❋❋❋

She ended up, after a month of chasing Jason and his merry band of outlaws — and how fitting was it that the day was the anniversary of the stabbing? Wouldn’t it be ironic if she got stabbed again by her once-beloved one? —, in Ecuador, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Montañita. It was a known town, on some level anyway, but it was small, and considering the reputation of “let’s party ‘til the morning” that the town had, a lot of people would not come there. Most people who still knew Marinette would most definitely not come there if they were trying to find her.

Jason, on the other hand.

Jason would come to a place like this, especially if he was taking a break of sorts.

It wasn’t like he could really come to Gotham anymore anyway.

Not after that.

She had managed to get a ride there from someone in the town after explaining how she needed to see her acquaintance but couldn’t stay up too long since she’d been fatally stabbed a few years back, and she was definitely grateful for that little bit as she now stood in front of a huge, kind of intimidating warehouse.

Marinette took cautious steps, hesitating every step of the way. Her footfall sounded harsh, sounded heavy, but she wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not when she had finally gotten here, gotten this far.

The heavy doors of the warehouse stood sturdy before her, intimidating, but Marinette took a deep breath and pulled the doors open.

❋❋❋

Marinette bit her lip, to the point where her teeth drew blood. It’s not like it mattered when she was already lying in a pool of her own blood anyway. “None of what we had was ever real, now was it?” she asked, a crack breaking her words. Her voice was desperate. Maybe he’d been forced to do it, maybe this was because otherwise, someone would kill someone from his family. Then she could understand, then she could forgive him. Even if it had been the goal from the beginning, she would forgive Jason if it was to save another human being, any other human being.

Jason just shook his head, smiling at her, even if the lines around his eyes told her that this was a smile full of sorrow. “No. None of it was ever real, but I wish it was. I truly do,” he whispered, twisting the blade even deeper. It drew a sharp, shallow gasp from Marinette’s lips before she coughed, staining the hand she’d brought to her mouth with blood.

❋❋❋

The darkness in the warehouse was scary. Marinette knew how to blend in with the shadows, but it wasn’t comfortable, so she stayed out of them as much as possible.

The problem was, she knew Jason knew how to do it as well. He could very well be hiding in them at the very moment.

The even bigger problem was, she had no idea whether his companions did.

That question got answered as she stepped inside a space that looked like people had been there only lately. She had only had a second of warning before someone much bigger than her jumped on her, the impact knocking her down and pushing the air out of her lungs. She was able to turn before hitting the floor completely, so they rolled around a few times, but the size of the other person ensured that she, in the end, ended up being the one with her back against the floor.

She felt how a hand moved to press down on her upper chest and something hard was on her knees. Her best guess, the other person’s knee and the rest of their leg. The two weighs made sure she couldn’t get up or fight back. The setting felt familiar as she struggled under the hold that was turning borderline painful.

The only differences were, the hand and the knee were pressing much harder than last time, and there was no blade in her chest. Thankfully.

A woman walked in from a room to their left, her brilliant, bright red, long hair touching the floor as she moved towards them.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” came the stern question — or well, it was an order but if Marinette thought of it as a question it was disguised as, she could ignore it more easily — from the redhead holding her, and wow, were all the people here redheads?

She shrugged as well as she could and kept scanning the space. The light in the space — wherever they were — had been turned on, probably by the woman as she’d walked in. It made figuring out what there was and where much easier. That gained her a punch (she dared to say it was light — surely this person could hit harder if he wanted to) and the hand on her chest pressed down even harder, which, in turn, made breathing difficult and had her coughing.

“Start talking. Hood wouldn’t want me to hurt a teenager if it can be avoided, but I’m not against doing it anyway if the need be.”

Marinette turned her eyes to the man before her eyes. A smirk grew on her face as she locked eyes with the man. He was familiar, she’d seen his face before. Tilting her head the slightest bit, she spoke directly to him. “Ooohh, you’re that guy,” she said, snorting. “I actually remember your face, though I’m not sure if he ever told me your name… Rob… Roni… Roly… No. That’s not it. Royce… A-ha! Roy! That was it!”

The shock colouring his face confirmed it, even if it was gone within moments.

“How did you—”

“And if you’re Roy, thanks for confirming it, by the way, that means you must be Kori. Not too nice to meet you, especially not in these conditions.”

“How do you know our names, kid?”

It seemed being thought of as a kid for a while longer would be a good idea if she wanted to get face to face with Jason, even for a moment. She knew they were his friends, they’d been friends back then too, but she had simply never met them so they didn’t recognise her. Yet, anyway.

“Heard them from an acquaintance. So, who’s the Hood you mentioned? Where is he?”

Roy simply scowled, without saying anything, and instead produced a knife somewhere. Marinette swallowed, trying to hide it as much as she could, but then she saw Kori moving just a little too randomly in front of a specific door.

There he was.

The time she would receive a payback for what he’d done was getting closer.

❋❋❋

“Why?”

A single word, desperate, sorrowful. Wishing for something, anything, that would justify what he did. What he was doing.

She never got an answer to that question.

❋❋❋

The knife in Roy’s hand crept closer to her, towards her throat.

Marinette could do nothing but laugh, even if it was slightly hysterical.

It shocked the two people present and startled them.

Marinette turned her head towards the door Kori was standing in front of and called out, “Hi Jay, such a lovely reunion this is! How have you been for the past three years? They all missed you. Would you believe if I said they still want to believe you innocent? They still want to believe you weren’t the one to hurt me!”

She wriggled under the hold a little more, tried to push Roy off of her, though with little success. “You going to have me properly finished off this time, Jay?” she asked, tears burning in her eyes as she had to remember the day she’d lost most of what she loved.

(“What… I— Jason? You— How could you?”)

“How cowardly do you have to be to not even show your face to me before making another person kill your ex-fiancée?”

(“None of it was ever real, but I wish it was.”)

The sharp gasp of Kori echoed in the space.

“It’s her.”

“Think you can’t take the life of someone who can’t even ever make a full recovery because of how long it took to get help, even with all those skills I know you have, or is it just that you can’t stomach killing the same person twice?”

“Jason’s going to flip once he—”

“Well, Jason? I know you’re there.”

(“I’m sorry, baby. I had no other choice.”)

The door behind Kori opened and she stepped aside.

❋❋❋

“It was inevitable, but if it makes it any better, I regretted having to do it every step of the way. Always since I—”

“Since you what?”

Another shake of the head. “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the line, I started to care about you. At some point, I fell in love with you.”

❋❋❋

The surprise Roy and Kori must have felt was enough for Marinette to be able to throw Roy off her. She stood up staggering, knowing that she needed support or a seat from somewhere if she wanted to be able to stay up for much longer.

Once the door was fully open and someone stepped out, Marinette swallowed as she was finally looking at Jason in the eye again, after so many years. For the first time since she had had to see him kill her.

“‘Nettie, I—”

“Don’t you dare ‘Nettie’ me! You left. You left me, you left Dick, you left Tim, Bruce, Damian, everyone, and not only that, but you tried to kill me. You don’t have the right anymore!”

The ‘you betrayed me and left me for dead but didn’t properly finish me off’ went unsaid. They both knew it was there anyway.

“What on Earth is worth betraying someone who loves you? Who loves you so much they would have done anything for you if you’d only asked? What on Earth, Jason?”

But Jason said nothing. He just shook his head. Just like back then.

“I’m sorry.”

“So you say.”

Jason walked closer to her, Marinette taking steps back automatically. She didn’t want to be so close, not when her last encounter with Jason had ended with a knife buried deep in her chest. The knife that had had no fingerprints when it had been checked, only her blood.

…Now that she thought about it, why had he left the knife there? He, like the rest of the family, knew well that if he’d taken it away, her chances of survival would have decreased significantly.

Jason just nodded, understanding. “It’s okay you don’t believe me. Didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.”

He didn’t stop moving towards her, and before long, she was back against the wall, unable to move further away. She resigned to her fate and lifted her chin, staring at Jason in the eye as he cornered her.

To her surprise, Jason dropped on his knees in front of her, making sure she was the one looking down at him and not the other way around. It seemed it was a surprise to Roy and Kori as well, judging by their faces and the jerking movement of their hands. Roy’s eyes had widened and Kori’s mouth had dropped open.

“I missed you, Marinette.”

She ignored the sting of pain that sentence sent through her.

“I did not miss you.”

A lie, if she’d ever heard one.

Jason just smiled at her sadly. “That’s fine, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.”

“It’s not a question of ‘want’, Jay. Jason. It’s a question of ‘can’. I can’t forgive you for the pain you caused me,” she said, forlorn, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I can’t imagine what you were going to gain for doing that.”

Jason reached up to wipe the tear away but Marinette slapped his hand away. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asked, even as he made sure not to touch her anymore.

“Just don’t.”

Don’t touch me.

Don’t be so gentle.

Don’t look like you’re hurting.

Don’t seem so repentant.

Don’t make me regret this.

Don’t remind me of all the things that had me love you.

Don’t make me miss you.

Don’t say you missed me.

Don’t look like you want me to forgive you.

Don’t pretend you think it’s okay I won’t.

Don’t make me fall in love with you all over again.

There was a lot the simple ‘don’t’ could be and was.

Marinette would never say them out loud.

Suddenly, a sharp pain went through her knees and she had to take support from the wall. It wasn’t enough. Jason must have noticed, because as soon as she was falling, there was a hand on the small of her back and another in her hand, supporting her weight, just like he had so many times, just like… On that day.

And just like back then, Jason helped her down on the floor so she wouldn’t hurt herself, though this time she got to sit. The contact was so gentle, and Marinette almost wanted to cry, because this was something she couldn’t have anymore. Especially not if she succeeded in what she wanted to do because that would mean he would go to prison for over a decade.

“Are you okay?” Jason started, but Marinette interrupted him before he could get further.

“No! This is your fault. I told you, I can’t make a full recovery. This is only part of that,” she snapped at him, only realising she’d tried to stand up when she fell back down. Marinette cursed under her breath as her head hit the wall behind her and the hit had her wince. Sadness crossed Jason’s face as he saw her struggle.

“Do you think I liked hurting you? I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to, baby. I didn’t want to do it, and this?” Jason gestured at Marinette’s collapsed form. “I didn’t want this to happen either.”

“What did you expect to happen when you stabbed me? In the lungs? You only barely missed my heart, and I’m willing to bet it was on purpose. I know you have an aim better than that. At least I wouldn’t be alive anymore if you’d done that, if you only had pulled the knife out of my chest before you left, I wouldn’t need to suffer from all of this!” She released a breath she’d been holding and let out a broken sob. Her voice barely above a whisper, Marinette continued. “I would have done anything for you, but you… You ruined all that.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” The question was spoken more softly than Mari had remembered Jason was capable of, but she recognised it immediately nonetheless. The same fond, soft tone of voice he used when she was hurt or sad. The same tone that had always comforted her. The same tone he had used when he apologised as he twisted the blade in her chest.

It hurt to hear it again.

She loved it so much, and yet she hated it more than anything. Before anything else, she wanted to hear Jason use it while speaking to her again. Before anything else, she wanted to ensure she never had to hear it directed at her ever again.

“I want you to answer for what you’ve done. Confess what you did, in front of the family, in front of the law, confirm what I already know true to them as well,” she told him. It was the truth, even if it hurt. “I want to make sure I don’t get hurt again.”

“Then, let me do that.”

Marinette’s eyes snapped at Jason from the floor just as Kori and Roy shouted something, yelling at Jason, telling him to stop being stupid. Marinette could only stare at him in shock.

“What?”

“I said, let me do it. I’ll come with you. I’ll plead guilty in court if you want to take me there.”

Why, after imagining bringing Jason in front of the law for so long, did it feel so wrong and horrible now? Now that she was there? Now that Jason was offering to give himself up? Now that he was offering to turn himself in for her?

“You know just as well as I do that if that were to happen, you’d be imprisoned for at least a decade. How can you—”

“I know I don’t have much right to say it, but just like you don’t want to get hurt again, I don’t want you to hurt either,” Jason replied, standing up and looming over Marinette. On any other day, she would have flinched and been scared he would stab her again, but somehow all of this had her assured that he was not going to do anything she didn’t want, especially not to her. “I have hurt you enough as it is. I want you to believe I’m sorry. If that’s what it takes, then I will come with you.”

“I—”

“You don’t need to forgive me. All I want is for you to believe me when I say I regret what I did back then, I still do, and that I’m sorry.”

Roy and Kori tried to convince Jason that was a bad idea, what if they found out about everything else he’d done, what if they realised they could send him to the death row, but Jason just shushed them.

“It’s like you’ve already decided I’m going to die. Besides, this is ‘Nettie’s choice. No, sorry, Marinette’s. I hurt her. I meant to kill her. She’s the one that gets to choose. Bye you two, see you in like 15 years or so unless you wanna come to visit me.”

Then he offered a hand for her to grab on, which she, after hesitating for a second, took. Jason pulled her on her feet and let her use him as support if she needed it. “Do you need me to drive us to the airport?”

“I— you’d do that? Knowing where I want to take you? You’re not planning on stabbing me again, now are you?”

“No, I’m not, and yeah, yeah I would. Can you walk?”

Marinette huffed. “I’m not that helpless,” she spat, before adding, because she knew what Jason would ask next as he was already opening his mouth, “Yes, I can.”

As Jason was already walking to the doors, Marinette still stood there. “Are you not going to tell your friends proper goodbye?” she asked, frowning and tilting her head. “If this— if this goes like I’m planning for it to go, and if you’re not about to have them break you out, you won’t be seeing them for at least a decade, not much anyway. I don’t think it’s fair to leave them without as much as a bye, as you did with me, even if this goodbye involved much less blood and fewer near-death experiences.”

Jason turned around, surprised for a second, but then smiled at her. “Thank you,” he whispered as he went past her, so quiet even Marinette barely heard it. Marinette walked outside, waiting for Jason as she leant against the wall of the warehouse. The bright sunlight almost blinded her after the darkness that seemed to be the general setting of the warehouse.

Eventually, Jason emerged from inside, helped her to get on his motorbike, and then they were good to go. Considering the amount of money Marinette had, thanks to her job and relation to the Waynes, getting them plane tickets rather fast.

Somehow, Marinette ended up crying silent tears half the time Jason was asleep because she was no longer sure if she wanted this.

She would go through with it anyway.

She’d waited too long to stop now.

❋❋❋

Marinette could only stare into his eyes. She didn’t have the strength to do anything but that, and maybe close her eyes, but she needed to see Jason’s face, his eyes. She needed to.

“Did you truly? Then why? Or did you stop loving me? Was it all a lie when you told me you loved me only an hour ago?”

The tears that had threatened to spill from her eyes now flowed down her face. Jason wiped the tears from her eyes and pressed a kiss on her nose. “I— I did love you. I still do. Probably always will. I just… had no other choice. I’m sorry, baby. I hurt people, it’s all I’m good at.”

❋❋❋

The family was shocked, surprised, disappointed, sorrowful, when they heard what Jason had done, when they heard Jason himself confess what he’d done to Marinette, his then-fiancée. Or, well. It’s not like they ever actually broke off the engagement, not even between the two of them. Both still wore their engagement rings on the thin chains around their necks.

Bruce, Damian and Tim refused to shed tears at the trial and the hearing. Dick did not even hide it. Cass looked ready to cry but didn’t.

None of them tried to hide their sadness and disappointment about the events at the sentencing, but none of them would have ever tried to oppose or affect the punishment.

14 years in prison.

The entire sentencing, Marinette kept her chin up, ignored the burning tears in her eyes and the hollow emptiness in her chest as she watched Jason accept his sentence before glancing quickly at her and smiling.

Marinette sat as far from the rest of the family as she could the entirety of it, guilt eating at her.

She knew she shouldn’t. She was the one wronged, she was the one whose fiancé had betrayed her for god knows what and gotten nearly killed by the person she had trusted the most in the world.

Marinette stood up, and once everyone was silent, she spoke. “Excuse me, Your Honour, but may I talk with the defendant after this is over?”

Sighing, the judge looked at her like she’d gone crazy (Marinette wasn’t too convinced that wasn’t what had happened) before answering. “Alright, you may, you’re the plaintiff after all. There will be at least one officer watching over the exchange to ensure your safety, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Your Honour.”

❋❋❋

Marinette forced a sad smile on her face, even through her fury and the feelings of betrayal and sorrow, because she didn’t know how else she was supposed to react. “I guess—”, she coughed, more blood spilling from her mouth, “—this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” she asked, smiling through her pain, crying, her sight blurring with tears and the blood loss. Her eyes closed, now unable to keep them open. She could feel Jason stroking her cheek a little, as though in a gesture of comfort before he stood up and just, walked away from her.

❋❋❋

“I’m sorry again, baby.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Alright. I love you. Go live your life. Never feel guilty for starting again, if you even do feel guilty in the first place. I hope you don’t. Find a new partner if that makes you happy, destroy all my stuff if you haven’t already, yes, even the bike,” he told her. “You don’t need to worry about the others, they would never harm you, especially since I told them you’re untouchable.”

Marinette let the tears roll down her cheeks as she pressed her head into his chest. “Why do you try to ensure my safety after what you did?” she asked through her tears and felt Jason’s chained hands wipe her tears away. “I can’t stop loving you, and I hate it. I wanted— I wanted to—”

“It’s okay, baby. I understand.”

“All I wished was to live with you until death do us part but then—”

“Yeah, I know. I fucked up. I love you. I don’t blame you for any of this, it was my fault in the first place.”

Once their time was up, the officers took Jason away. Or well. Were about to, anyway.

“If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief,” Marinette whispered. She thought he hadn’t heard her, but then he smiled at her.

“I suppose, but I don’t regret meeting you, not aside from the fact it led me to nearly kill you. That’s all I regret. Smile with the sky. Let your smile bloom forth in a riot. For me, one last time. I don’t want to see you cry, not today. It’s supposed to be the day you’ll finally be in peace,” he told her. She forced a small smile on her face. “Here, at last, is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won’t see it often.”

She could recognise the words. Jason had read them to her once or twice before… everything. They were words he had told her when he proposed, and right now she wondered if he had already known he was going to soon do what he did already back then.

Perhaps.

That thought ate her alive, but so did Jason’s willingness to go through with this and the love she could still see in Jason’s eyes. She looked into Jason’s eyes and tried to keep the smile on her face even as she would have rather cried and collapsed on the spot, or maybe into Jason’s arms. And then again, she didn’t want to touch him ever again in her life.

As he walked past her, accompanied by the officers, he whispered one last thing to her.

“Thank you, for making sure I would pay for what I did to you, baby. Thank you for showing me you were still alive.”

It was only on that day that she was told Jason had called their family to save her. She finally understood why they so stubbornly had decided to believe Jason wasn’t to blame until now.

That night, Marinette cried herself to sleep.

❋❋❋

The burning, stinging pain in her chest faded and numbed as the surrounding world faded away as well. The only thing she could hear was the faraway voice of Jason, she heard it like she was underwater, but it was there.

“If you somehow by some miracle survive alive from this, make sure I will have to pay, have the law make me pay, ‘cause this happened for no reason you would ever consider noble. There’s nothing that could ever justify what I have done to you. I’m sorry.”

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Blood Bound [Chapter Seven]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: smut! (18+ only), blood kink (?kinda? lol he’s a vampire so), fluff, nightmares, cursing, flashbacks, Bucky being adorable, a hint of dom!Bucky and Praise kink, let me know if I missed anything

A/N:

For a <18 version/summary, please message me and I got you.

Finals are killing me so rip, I’ll be working on writing challenges/Secret Santas (lol I’m in multiple) first then the next chapter of this series (on the bright side, guess who’s writing a Stucky one shot :D )

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Previously….

“Hey, Bucky?” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.” He obliged, closing the distance to kiss you again. He was the one to deepen the kiss first, gentle yet dominating, demanding your full attention. You got lost in his touch, pressed against him as his hand around your waist pulled you tighter against him. “James,” you practically purred against his lips.

He groaned softly, smirking. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips brushed against yours, easily pulling your mouth back on his.

“Then I’ll keep saying it, Angel Eyes,” you murmured, pulling far enough off of him to run a hand through his fluffed up and mused hair. He groaned softly, making you grin as you lightly traced your fingertips against his scalp. “I want to remember, Bucky. Help me remember and I help you remember? All of it? From the beginning? I know a witch from another Coven who can help us.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, lips brushing past yours as he nodded. “All of it, Sweetling. From the beginning. And Theo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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“Hey, Bucky?”

“Yeah, Little Witch?”

“Why’d you jump in front of that silver dagger? It would have like, ya know, hurt Nat, but it would like kill you. Dumb bitch juice much?” You turned to face Bucky, still wrapped in his arms, completely content with just teasing him.

“Don’t come after me with facts, y/n/n, it's not fair.” He groaned, “I just acted, didn’t really stop and think.”

“Also, did my entire coven fuck off because they thought we were gonna bone?”

“Honestly, I was kinda crying because I took too much blood from you, Nat called me a pussy and said your anemic ass passes out easily, paraphrasing here-“

“Obviously.”

“And Nat and Steve, totally have a thing going on btw,” he continued, ignoring your interruption, “Kinda like shared a look and Nat went, ‘Alright, well, coven’s gonna just move this party outta here, give these kiddos some space,’ and that’s when I noticed you killed that Council Member, which is incredibly hot honestly, and like woah you’re hot, sorry sidetracked.”

“Keep boosting my ego and you might get more kisses out of it,” you bopped his nose, grinning playfully as he snapped his fangs towards it, making you yelp and burst into a fit of giggles.

He happily buried his face in your neck, holding you close, “My powerful and adorable witch,” he murmured.

“My brooding and dark and mysterious but actually a big goofball vampire,” you retorted, grinning when he pulled back to give you a look. “What? It’s completely true.”

You shrugged, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to shoot Nat a text. The Coven group chat was already lit up with messages, mostly them talking behind Sam and Steve’s back about the vampires, and planning their next move, and of course, the obligatory ‘making fun of the couple for their sex-scapades’ messages.

Bucky read most of the messages over your shoulder, not wanting to let you go so easily. “How many eggplant emojis can Wanda text before her fingers hurt?”

“Don’t let her hear that, or you’ll find eggplants everywhere. I made that mistake with the donut emoji,” you leaned your head against his shoulder, shooting a gif of a girl rolling her eyes.

“Did that picture just move?” Bucky whispered behind you.

“Do you not know what gifs are?”

“Phones are too easy to track; we usually use burner phones. Call and simple texts only.” He explained, much to your amusement.

“Allow me to teach you, oldie,” you teased, spending the next hour showing him the world of social media. His little grin and wide eyes sent your heart fluttering, and you silently prayed he didn’t hear it.

Soon, you yawned, your eyes threatening to close as sleep started to pull you in. Bucky simply tightened his arms around you, tucking you both underneath the covers of the bed. “Sleep, Sweetling. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he kissed your head tenderly, causing you to smile tiredly.

“Promise?” You spoke mid-yawn, letting Bucky place your phone back on the nightstand.

“Promise. And then we’ll talk about everything that happened. You deserve to rest.” You didn’t reply, only burying your face into his chest, elated to drink in his scent, the warm vanilla, and mint overtaking your senses. Spending so much time around him lately, you no longer minded the faint scent of copper blood mixed into his scent, but now you noticed something else. Tones of earthy traces, sparks of flame, and salt from the sea. He was starting to smell like a witch too. That last thought had you smiling goofily as sleep overtook you and your mind plunged into darkness.

Warm hands. Big, dragging, gentle, soft. Light kisses below your ear. Whispers of love. A murmur of “Sweetling.” Contentment. Sated. But this time the memory didn’t flee, it continued. Light kisses became heated, hands pressed against each other, fingers brushing alongside a soft fur blanket. Gasping breaths, nerves lit up on fire. Bits and pieces like a puzzle pulling together to make the final picture.

“Come on, James! It’s the summer solstice and a full moon, and you are taking positively forever!” Your voice cried out, tugging a warm hand with you, your other arm carrying a woven basket filled with candles and blankets.

Pale moonlight illuminating the grassy meadow as you let go of his hand, placing the fur blankets down before lining the stones, crystals, and candles in a circle. “I do not think the moon will climb any faster than it does every year, Theodosia,” Bucky stood there, his hair an inch longer than you remembered, grinning as he helped make the circle comfortable.

“Still! I want this to be perfect,” you whispered, sighing softly as you stood in the middle of the circle. Alone with only your lover in the wilderness, unafraid to be who you really were. At peace. Excited.

You pulled on the string of your cloak, tugging it off until you tossed it out of the circle entirely, bare as you sat on the furs. Looking up at Bucky, you smiled, “Will you be joining me, or staring the entire time?”

He simply smirked, “I would not mind watching, I must admit.”

“Oh nonsense, hurry yourself or I will send you back home,” you teased, ignoring the blush threatening to creep onto your face.

“I am moving, do not worry, Little Witch,” he chuckled, pulling off his own cloak and tossing it out of the circle before lying beside you.

Without a word you threw your leg on the other side of his hips, easily finding your way above him, straddling his hips. “Why hello there, My Love,” you smiled warmly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hello there, Sweetling,” his hands gripped your hips, the electricity pulsing from your body didn’t affect him, simply surrounding you both as the winds started to pick up. Light kisses became needier, heated. “I’m yours,” he pledged in a soft voice.

“And I’m yours. Forever, mo chridhe,” You smiled warmly, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulled you close to kiss again. Your hands ran through his hair, moaning softly as he nipped at your bottom lip. Electric pulsing came from a source that was not your powers, euphoria as flashes of other memories swept along like a coursing river.

Picking flowers in a meadow, laying amongst the lavender.

Lying beside a fire, warm hands around your body, pulling you closer by your hips.

Handmaking candles in preparation for the winters, lining your coats with furs, placing new fur blankets on the bed.

Your back arching, fingers gripping those same furs as you cried out.

Murmurs of spells and enchantments, healings.

Whispers with sour tones behind your back. Witch. Devil’s Spawn.

As quickly as the wave of memories turned changed, they quickly turned back to icy blue eyes. Eyes and arms that pulled you in, kissed your head and lips that said they loved you. James. Bucky.

“This isn’t real, Little Witch,” He gently cupped your face in his hands. “This isn’t real, it’s time to go,” He whispered.

“I don’t want to go again, James. I don’t want to lose you again,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you leaned against his hands.

“Don’t you remember, Theo? You found me again, I won’t let you get away that easy.” Your eyes fluttered open, deep blue ice pulling you back into the bright room. You noticed it was an older room, seemingly of a log cabin. You’ve been here before, but you couldn’t quite remember when. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I thought you said it was time to go?” You looked back at him, nuzzling deeper into his warm arms. Something about that seemed wrong.

He smiled warmly, tilting your chin up to look at him, affection burning in his eyes, “It is, but I’ll be right there when you open your eyes. I’ll be your anchor in the light, you’ve always been the Good Witch, now it’s my turn to guide you to light magic. We’ll go together.”

“Promise?” Your voice showed exactly how terrified you were.

“Promise, Sweetling.” He smiled, kissing your temple affectionately, “You won’t be alone. Now, wake up.”

You gasped awake, eyes wide, shaking. Bucky was sitting up above you, wide eyes and trying to calm you. His mouth was moving, and you absentmindedly felt his hands gently holding your face. Your senses seemed to flood you at once, the bile rising in your throat, terror filling your body as Bucky’s words finally registered in your brain.

“There you go, baby girl, breathe with me. In, out, just like that,” following his words your trembling soon stopped, and you let your eyes close, trusting in the man in front of you. Sighing softly, he pressed his thumbs against your cheeks, and you were surprised to find that it came back wet. You were crying. God, you felt kinda pathetic but being in his arms made you feel safe. “You alright now?” He asked softly, your only response being a small nod. You couldn’t even remember why you were crying.

You moved closer, leaning against him on the bed again. “The memories… They’re coming faster than I can stop them.”

“What did you see?” His voice was soft, still cradling you close, not willing to let you go so easily.

“Doesn’t matter too much,” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t notice you blushing as you recalled the moonlit ritual with him.

“Does it? Or are you too embarrassed to say it?” He teased, tilting your head up to look at him, you were curled up in his arms, both of your arms secure against your chest.

“Rituals in the light of the full moon,” you swallowed thickly, steeling your courage. “Using sex magic for bigger spells,” you murmured.

His cheeks flushed pink but kept on grinning, clearly enjoying your shyness. “Is that it, Little Witch?”

“Mostly flashes of random moments,” You paused, becoming more serious, “I hate how none of them connect, it’s all a bunch of random pieces of string in a cobweb…”

“Or a really fucked up jigsaw.” He gently laid you back down across the soft blankets, laying beside you. “I understand that more than you think.”

You moved closer, gently rubbing your nose against his, allowing your eyes to close as you pressed a kiss to his head, letting his head rest at the top of your sternum. “I want to remember you, all of you. You’ve always been there, in the back of my head for years and I haven’t even noticed. You’ve always been a part of me,” you gulped faintly as his nose pressed lightly against your collarbone, grazing past the skin there, lips dotting small kisses along the exposed flesh above your mint charm necklace.

“I used to wonder why I was obsessed with honey. Sam used to tease me that there was no pleasing me,” he continued pressing kisses up your skin, “No matter what honey I tried, I never liked it, it was never right. Now I know it’s because,” he paused at your pulse point, teasingly licking up the thin cords of your neck that shielded your arteries from exposure. The attention made you keen, a faint whimper escaping your lips; one you instantly regretted as you felt his responding smirk against your skin. “Your scent is the honey I was missing. My mate’s scent,” he murmured, placing a possessive kiss just below your ear.

“Mate?” you whispered, the question at the forefront of your mind promptly evaporating the second he started to suck gently on your pulse point, fangs brushing against the skin without breaking it.

“Mine,” his voice was at a near growl, which sent a warm spark directly to your core.

“Make me remember, mo chridhe,” you weren’t quite sure where that phrase kept coming from, an underlining need to say it, but you decided not to question it. “Please-“ your pleas died off with a small breathy moan as his kisses moved up just far enough to suck a line of hickeys right under your jaw.

“Gladly, Sweetlin’ I’d do anything for ya,” as his voice got huskier, his accent started to slip in. He rolled a bit of his weight onto you, moving his lips higher again to claim yours. He was dominating, just a level below overwhelming; too much without being too much.

As your lips are being kissed, very thoroughly mind you, his hands start to push up your shirt, a random button down you happened to have on a chair earlier and Nat must have put on you while you were passed out. Must have had blood on the other shirt.

Your skin was heating up, your hands finding their way onto his body. One hand pressed against his abdomen, nails scratching faintly, enjoying the little groan he would give you in response. The other hand in his thick curls, finding purchase in them as you arched faintly against his touch.

“Bucky?” you murmured, biting your lip as you pressed your forehead against his. “Bite me,” you paused before adding in a soft voice, “Claim me.”

He pulled away, icy blue eyes wide, voice hoarse, “How do you know about vampire claims?” It was a little archaic, but a vampire could claim another nocturnal, and sometimes even humans. It wasn’t painful per se, but it would be for life.

“When I was doing research into vampires, I read it in one of the older texts.” You whispered, suddenly nervous. “Y-you don’t have-“

“No, no, Sweetling,” his hands pulled away from your hips, tenderly holding your face in his palms. “I just want you to be sure. Being Bound to each other is one thing, we cannot control that, but Claiming? It’d be forever, no one would come near you,” his thumbs gently rubbed circles into your cheeks, eyes watching your response carefully.

“I know… I’m yours, remember? Forever,” you placed your hands on top of his, pressing a soft kiss against his fingertips.

His face softened, his thumb running along the seam of your lips, his eyes glancing down before focusing on your eyes again. “And I am yours,” he agreed, smiling faintly. “I remember…. Are you sure you want this, Little Witch? You don’t have to let the past define you - define us.”

“I’m sure. The past isn’t making this decision for me, Bucky. Our past brought me to you, but I fell in love with this version of you. I love every form and every part of James Buchanan Barnes.”

“God, I love you,” he confessed before pushing forward and kissing you. Desperate as he kissed you deeper, demanding in his ministrations. You pushed his hands back onto your hips, your own hands quickly finding their way back to his hair, tugging him closer as you moaned softly against his lips. He groaned softly, his hand gripping your thigh and pulling it over his waist.

Lips breaking apart for breath, voice hoarse and gasping pleas. He simply smirked in response, your hands moving past his shoulders to tug his shirt up. He pulled away, sitting up, chuckling as you whimpered softly from the loss. “Patience, baby,” he teased, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. You blinked a few times, your brain connecting to your body again before pulling your own shirt off, looking up at him shyly. He ran his hands down your sides, before tugging your hips closer to where he was kneeling on the bed. “If you want to stop, just say the word,” he leaned over you, foreheads pressed together as he kissed you again, this time softer, with more reverence.

“I want this, I want you. Don’t stop, Angel Eyes,” you murmured against his lips, eyes fluttering closed with a small moan as his hands ran up against your inner thighs, pushing them apart.

“Gladly, Sweetlin’” his touch was teasing, but his hand soon moved right over your throbbing core, making you gasp softly. He dragged your shorts and panties off with one tug, throwing them aside hastily before his fingers returned to your folds, teasing as he spread your slick around. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

He pressed harder against your clit, rubbing small circles there making you cry out. “Ye-yes! All… all for you,” your hips jerked against his hand, choking out a moan as the pleasure started to electrify every nerve in your body.

“Is that right? How bad do you want me, Little Witch?” You whimpered softly, your mind swirling, unable to fully formulate a response. Your hand gripped his wrist, writhing under his touch as his hands started to tease your entrance. “Answer me, baby,” he warned against your ear, thoroughly enjoying your squirming. He kissed down your neck, taking his time teasing your skin with his teeth. Your hands quickly gripped onto your comforter, toes curling as he kitten licked your nipple, lips attaching to it before sucking harshly.

“So- ah! So bad!” You cried out, breathy moans escaping your lips as he slid two fingers into you.

He pumped them in and out slowly before curling them against your walls, smirking against the skin of your collarbone as you practically wept. “There it is,” he marveled, soon pumping his fingers faster against that spot, his thumb rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves as he sped up.

The knot in your stomach tightened, your heart fluttering as you neared your edge. “Please, James. Please,” you practically begged, not noticing his smirk as he watched you squirm for him, his free hand pressed against your stomach to keep your hips from moving.

“That’s it, Sweetlin’, let go, I’ve got you,” his hand pushed your hips down as you arched against him, the show of strength adding to the building ecstasy. The knot snapped, sending you into euphoria as you moaned his name. Electricity ran up your spine and down your arms, gripping onto him as little sparks surrounded you.

He watched you in awe, slowing his hand once you squirmed away from his hand from the overstimulation. He chuckled, pulling away from you as your eyes opened. You groaned, the first sight you saw being him sucking his fingers clean. You tried catching your breath, pushing off of your elbows to sit up, grabbing onto his jeans and pulling him close with it, attacking him in a heated kiss.

Your hands immediately went to the button of the jeans, practically ripping it off as you unzipped them. “Off. Now,” you gasped against his lips. He nodded, obliging as he pushed his knees up off the bed to stand, scrambling out his jeans and boxers. You bit your lip, smirking as you watched him trip over himself. He froze, unsure if he should continue, giving you the ‘deer in headlights’ look. You sat up on your knees, pulling him closer and using his surprise to push him down onto the bed, putting yourself on top of him. “Need you now, babe,” you murmured. Straddling his hips, you kissed him deeply as he lined himself up.

Slowly lowing yourself down onto him, you moaned, feeling the stretch of his length. He wasn’t small by any means, so you slowed down, whimpering softly as your hips met his, his length fully seated in you. “F-fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, his hands gripping onto your hips. You preened at the praise, taking a moment with him bottomed out, adjusting to his thick length.

“So do you,” you lean your forehead against his, pressing kisses across his face as you softly rock your hips. You moved slowly, lacing your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, your other hand gripping onto his shoulder as you raised your hips a little faster. You dug your nails into the thick cords of his muscles, moaning as you moved. His hips bucked up against yours, making you basically mewl out, “Fuck.” You whimpered, your eyes closing as he fixed his stance, continuing to meet your hips thrust for thrust as you rode him. “Couldn’t just let me be in control, huh?” you teased, circling your hips against his.

He chuckled, gripping your hips to still you. “Bold of you to assume you’re in charge here,” your eyes opened in slight surprise, a chill going up your spine as you realized his eyes were a mix of his witch and vampire sides, red with a golden ring around them. He took charge, slamming his hips up, making you yelp as the pleasure spread at the rough display, both arms around his neck holding on for dear life. You most definitely didn’t mind this side of him. “You take me so well, such a good girl,” the praise sends your head spinning, a fact he locked away in his head for later. “Fuck, Sweetling,” He groans loudly as he grips you tighter, using the angle to pound up into you.

“Fuck, ple-please,” your voice died off as he continued, in total control of your pleasure. One hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as he moved harder, his length pressing against sensitive nerve endings you didn’t even know existed. His other hand slid between your bodies, roughly circling your clit, making your body seize up, clenching around him.

“Cum for me, Sweetling,” his voice was husky, lips pressed below your ear, “Then I’ll Claim you,” he promised, his own moan cutting his voice off.

You could only reply in breathless whimpers and mewls, brutal yet beautiful bliss overwhelming your body as the familiar knot in your stomach snapped again. He licked right over your pulse point, his hips stuttering a bit as he praised you, “That’s it,” he practically snarled against your skin.

Just as the pleasure started to die down, you felt his fangs brush against your skin. You relaxed in his arms, perfectly boneless. “Come on, Bucky. Cum for me,” you nuzzled your nose under his ear, “Please,” you groaned quietly, one hand tugging lightly on his hair.

His growled softly, fangs bared before they sunk into your lifeline just as he came hard. You cried out, the bite sent euphoric sparks down your neck and spine, pooling at your core and lighting up your brain which sent you gasping and crying out into another orgasm. It was completely different from the last time Bucky fed on you.

Just like that, you felt something snap inside of you, the hole you felt in your chest all your life shifted, filling. The yearning gone, filled instead with contentment and consuming bliss. You could feel and hear Bucky whimper against your neck as he pulled away, hips slowing until they stilled. He still held you close, gently licking the mark on your neck, cleaning off your blood as the wound closed while you mewled softly.

You both just held onto each other, catching your breath, gladly pressed into each other. “Did you feel that too?” You whispered once your breathing became normal again.

He pulled away slowly, a small sheen of sweat on his skin but he was grinning at you. “I did… I think my vampire side is a little happy I claimed you,” he teased.

You blushed but couldn’t help your little smile. “I concur,” you joked, kissing him softly. The heat and passion from earlier dwindling down, both of you sated. He held onto your hips, turning and laying you both down on the bed again, holding you close, unwilling to let you go just yet. “Ya know, we didn’t get much talking done.”

His eyes lit up as he laughed, grinning as he kissed your temple. “I don’t think your Coven will mind much. Now rest, Sweetling,” he pushed a curl of hair behind your ear, tenderly holding you. Your legs curled between his, your body tucked into his broad chest, letting his scent mixed with the smell of sex surround you.

“You too, mo chridhe,” you smiled warmly, holding yourself close together as you let sleep take both of you into the depths of darkness.

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mo chridhe means My Heart in Scots Gaelic

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swiftlythebest · 5 years

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I need a fic about Nico's resting bitch face and monotone voice and people thinking he has no emotion because of it! That has been in my mind for a while lol.😌

Okay, so this ended up being kind of sweet and sappy when I originally wanted more comedy. But I’m soft for the Schmico and it just happened! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written these two so it took a bit to get back into it, but I actually kind of like this one. If you want something longer or funnier or whatever, let me know and I’ll do my best to write that too. It’s a bit long so a lot is under a cut. Also, no one has to like this, but I’d appreciate it if any hateful anons just leave me alone. I’m not a perfect writer, maybe I’m not even a good writer, and I already know this so just let it be. I hate that I even have to say something like that. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Nico Kim was capable, whip-smart, and passionate. He could assess a patient quickly and accurately without breaking a sweat and then fix that patient up like new. Not only that, but he was also stupidly attractive, with his muscled physique, sculpted face, and height. At first glance, he was the ideal man. Maybe at second, third, and fourth glance as well. Except, on the surface of all of that perfection, Nico Kim had a severe case of resting bitch face and his deep, smooth voice was just monotone enough that, when coupled with his RBF, he gave off the vibe of being devoid of emotion.

“Does he ever smile? Honestly, have you ever seen the man smile?” Taryn Helm adjusted her light blue scrub top as she addressed her fellow interns while they all got ready for the day.

“I think I saw him smirk once. It may have been gas.” Casey Parker laughed softly at his own joke, earning an eye-roll from everyone else.

“Maybe he’s the case of your face getting actually stuck. You know when your parents would tell you to stop making some weird face or it’ll get stuck?” Dahlia Qadri always wanted to find some logical explanation, no matter how outlandish it seemed.

“What about you, Schmitt? You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. Have you ever seen Dr. Kim smile?”

Levi Schmitt had seen Dr. Kim smile. He’d seen him laugh and tear up and turn red with rage. Nico Kim was Levi’s favorite puzzle to solve, each piece revealing some new and wonderful part of the mysterious man. The two had been seeing each other in semi-secret for a few months, both getting a thrill out of being the only ones privy to their relationship.

“Maybe once or twice.” Levi gave a small, knowing smile. Before he could receive any follow-up questions, he threw on his coat and left the intern locker room.

Levi Schmitt was capable, whip-smart, and passionate, just like Nico Kim. He too, despite not realizing it, was stupidly attractive, albeit in a different way. Where Nico was all hard lines and tall stature, Levi was soft edges and shorter stature. Perhaps the most glaring difference between the two was Levi’s inability to keep his emotions off his face. He was expressive, almost to a fault. To the outside observer, they may have been the complete opposite, and yet, they thought they complemented each other perfectly.

“I saw them walking to surgery together with Schmitt just yapping away about something and Kim was staring straight ahead, no change in his face.” Taryn had just joined Casey and Dahlia for a quick lunch, all focusing their attention at a table nearby containing Levi and Nico. Last week, Levi had casually mentioned the two were seeing each other, shocking his fellow interns.

“Even now! Look, he’s barely paying Schmitt any attention!” Dahlia pointed towards Levi who was gesticulating wildly as Nico looked down at his salad, absentmindedly mixing in the dressing.

“I walked in on them in an on-call room, which has scarred me forever. But even then he just looked… stone-faced. He had a man in his lap and he looked the same way I do when I’m waiting in line at the grocery store.”

“Lotta hot trips to the grocery store, Casey?” Taryn raised an eyebrow.

“No, that’s the point! There was nothing!”

“I’m worried about him. What if he’s just setting himself up for heartbreak from some guy who just feels… nothing?” Dahlia cocked her head as if considering how to break it to her friend that maybe his boyfriend was just not that into him.

“Let the man have some fun, at least for a bit longer. Dr. Kim is hot.” Taryn and Dahlia nodded along to Casey’s statement, all resigning to give Levi a bit more time with the emotionless fellow.

To the outside observer, Nico Kim was a monotoned, stone-faced, clinical man. He had a perpetual RBF and lacked any true emotional depth. But Levi Schmitt was no outside observer. He picked up on the subtleties of Nico; the way, when they would walk together with Levi expressively telling a story, he would tap the back of Levi’s hand at any part he found funny. The way the corners of his usually straight mouth would quirk up every so often when Levi mentioned some task he had successfully completed. The way Nico’s eyes seemed to light up in Levi’s presence, never dulling when they were together. Even when the two were intimate, Nico often remained composed, but passion would ignite in his gaze, sending shivers all through Levi.

Levi was slowly bringing Nico out of his shell, showing him that the emotions he had spent so long trying to suppress could come to the surface. Nico lets out genuine belly laughs when they cook dinner together and Levi somehow manages to burn pasta (every time!). He lets a tear or two slip when Levi shows him those videos of pet adoptions. He gets furious anytime Levi relays a story about him being disrespected or looked down upon at work.

And he smiles. Oh, does he smile! He smiles when Levi slides across the floor while using his fist as a microphone as he sings off-key and loudly. He smiles when Levi collapses into his arms after a long day, gripping him tightly and reassuring him that they can just rest that night. He smiles every time he walks in on Levi reading, always finding him in some new and strange sitting position. Nico Kim has soft smiles and bright smiles and sad smiles and all kinds of smiles in between. Most of those smiles are, for the moment, exclusively reserved for alone time with his boyfriend. One day he’ll learn to open up and slowly let his walls come down. For now, Nico and Levi are content to let everyone assume what they want.

I’m (hopefully) back on my bullshit, so send in prompts, if you want!

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mynameseri · 3 years

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Thanks! I’ll pace myself so I do better cos I want an A on it. Ikr family drama is so stressful and exhausting! All my f/os are platonic and their friendship is so sweet! The ones from hxh are Melody and Kurapika! Most of them are from Pandora Hearts! I love the series so much! The manga is a work of art and Jun Mochizuki is so talented! I highly recommend it. The anime adaptation isn’t great and doesn’t do the show justice but the voice actors are good. Her work is so amazing! Aw how cute!1/5🌹

He loves Jake too just not the fur! He gets kinda surprised when Jake starts purring and asks you what it means the first time. He doesn’t like the fur at all. He wants to get a cat preferably black or hairless. Aww he lives for your comfort cos he knows you’ve got home and you’re just so grounding for him. He will probably end up killing or destroying whatever made him mad but he likes your hugs and kisses. He gets frustrated when he first is learning. He can’t admit defeat so he blames 2/5🌹

The pencil. His super focused kinda pouty face is so cute! He looks like a little kid trying to do homework! The first time he thinks he’s successful he gets so happy and shows you immediately. He tried to stay cool but was so proud. He kinda froze for a few minutes once he found out you were keeping his art pieces! Wait ok so it might be five total I got confused for a split second lol. Anyways the next ask should make the thing complete! After he processed it he got all soft inside and 3/5 🌹

Hugged you cos like he feels so special! Seriously was blasting and hiding it behind his coat all day long. Gin thought it was so cute! She gently teases him for it and he got all defensive like ‘so my girlfriend likes my art? What’s wrong with being happy about that?’ If anyone else tries that he will fight them. Only you and Gin and tease him. He loves learning from you and takes everything to heart. If he does something wrong he wants to know how to fix it. He’s buying you the best stuff 4/5🌹

Aku loves that you read them quickly and even made a special ringtone for you! He has a recording of you saying his name for text alerts and his ring tone is your favorite song so he never misses anything! You're so amazing! I hope tumblr hasn't eaten any more of them! 5/5 🌹

Responding under the cut since I am about to go OFF with this EriGawa FEEDING TIME!! 💞🥰

Awe Melody and Kurapika are the BEST friends to you! They take such good care of you and they’re always there for you whenever you need them! They love to volunteer with you and tend to the horses. They think the horses are so cute and they love to see you so happy doing something you love!! They also love when you bake, they’re always so excited to see the cookies you decorate (and eat them too if you let them!) I remember you telling me about Pandora Hearts so I will need to check it out! When I do I’ll make sure to read the manga as well. I know how it is for a show to be adapted not as well as you’d hope (**cough cough Tokyo Ghoul after season one**)

Akutagawa starts to love Jake so much when he realizes how much Jake loves him! But you’re right he would want a black cat or a hairless one, most likely a hairless one! I think those kinds are SO cute so it works out perfectly! Yesss he feels so comfortable and safe with me it’s seriously so cute. It took forever to get Akutagawa to open up to me like that since he’s very reluctant and reserved towards most people. I am so lucky that he cares for me so deeply and feels so at ease with me!

I adore Aku’s focused face when he's trying his best to draw, so pouty and intense it’s the cutest thing. I bet he would be amazing at drawing things like flowers or sceneries, rather than people. He does his best and it just makes my heart flutter to get to see him all in the zone You’re so right he would try to play it cool when he finally makes something he's really proud of, but I can see his happiness and excitement shining through. That memory lives rent free in my brain afterwards cause it’s just so pure and wholesome. He’s so dang CUTE. I can’t help but admire his art and keep them all, his effort will never be in vain if I have a say in it!

Gin loves to tease him about how soft he’s gotten over me, she’s never seen him this way before! She is happy to see him so well taken care of and in love even though she teases him on occasion. She is always telling me about how much Aku gushes over me and all the sweet little things he says about me. She’s in awe of how different he is when it comes to me and she tells me how she can really see just how much I mean to him. She’s so kind and thoughtful, I became really good friends with her! Whenever Aku is on a long mission, she comes and stays at our house to keep me company and protected while he’s gone. She’s just so lovely!

Aweee Aku would definitely work on his communication skills in our relationship, he wants to learn from his mistakes and he gets so mad at himself if he ever does anything that accidentally hurts me. He tries to find things to improve on and be better at because he wants to be the perfect boyfriend to me. I tell him he is already so perfect to me, but he just sighs because he doesn’t believe it. I swear I am always drowning him in the praise he deserves, but he has to be so stubborn sometimes!! He’s always trying so hard to be perfect, he hates making mistakes and I have to remind him it’s okay as long as they’re on accident.

Ahhhh he has all these cute recordings on his phone of me and he listens to them on repeat!! He gets a little upset if I don’t reply quickly, even though he knows it’s because I’m working! He can’t help but miss me, and I miss him too!! I make sure to smother him in kisses as soon as I get home! I just love HIM SO MUCH!! HE HAS MY ENTIRE HEART!! He loves me too, we are just meant to be together!

#you are SO SWEET FOR THIS ALL AND I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU #🌹 anon #eri.answers #erigawa

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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The time in Summervale: 2

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy, fluff, angst

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), ruthy (maid), jakob (duke of linwyn), christopher (prince of linwyn)

Words: 3,560

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: sorry if i havent posted in a while or posted this in a while ive just been very busy but im glad i found the time to write this cuz this is like my bby. i worked hard on this idea and the writing. i love how this is going the pace and everything lol this reminds me of the choice game. i hope u guys like this and im sorry if this sucks as always i got my inspiration from this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles

“Come again I think I misheard you.” You gulped as you wish this was a nightmare and soon you would wake up.

“I think you heard me right. Today you are meeting your future husband. Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn. You met him before.”

“When? Wait that doesn’t even matter-”

“When you were about six years of age. I understand that was when you were a very young girl but you and him played for ages and you both looked so lovely together. This has been my dream ever since that day.”

“It may be your dream but not mine,” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh well please do speak up y/n you know I hate the mumbling.”

“I don’t even remember him! You never even asked me if this is what I wanted. Never got my input on the matter.”

“That is where you are wrong. I did too ask you. A few months ago during dinner I had asked you about him and you seemed to agree to the marriage.”

“Blast my stupid mind. Why must I always day dream?” You probably were thinking about inventions at the time of this conversation and did not remember it.

“Besides it is not your decision whether you marry or not and to whom you marry. It is your parents. That is how me and your father came together. It was an arranged marriage but as you can see me and your father are very happy and we love each other.”

“You two were the lucky ones. I know how this ends mother, and it is heart ache and despair. It is pain and sorrow. To put two people together that know nothing about each other is wrong. It will end in failure.”

“That is why your job as a woman and future wife is to make sure this marriage stays in place and lasts. You do what it takes.”

“So if this marriage fails it is my fault? And the whole world sees it that way?” You were flabbergasted to hear such horrid rules as a woman in royalty.

“Please sit my dear.” You did as your mother said and sat back in your vanity chair. “I know you are frightened as I was too but when you meet him you are going to never be apart. He is a good man and I know he is going to love you unconditionally.”

You felt like weeping right there. You didn’t want a husband. Maybe later but not in the prime of your life. You were still deciding on what purpose do you have in this life. It was too much. Your lips quivered, “mother I don’t want to get married. I do not know this person can’t you understand my side and let me choose who I want. Can’t you wait and let it be my decision. Please.”

Athela kissed your cheek, “I’m sorry but what’s done cannot be undone. He will be here any minute so please get ready. Ruthy make sure you cover those scars on her face, they are very ugly. Y/n, why have you not been using the creams I have given you?”

A tear fell down your cheek, you felt miserable. “I am not sure mother.” Your voice came out almost like a whisper.

“Well make sure you use it 3 times a day now that Prince Jakob is coming, we do not want him running away now.” She chuckled as she left your room.

You were used to this treatment and feeling unloved. You kept things bottled up inside never letting it spill. Your emotions were always hidden. You built a dam for your tears.

“My apologies your grace,” Ruthy said.

“I tried my hardest and did not succeed. That will forever be my greatest regret.” You stared at your reflection, hating what you saw. You were starting to feel disgust when you looked at your scars and bumps that littered your face. Not only that but you were hating what you were. You were being forced into something you did not want to do. You were letting yourself be dragged into this mess and you didn’t even put up a fight. This is your life, you were going to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do. You - like many other times - hated your name and the royalty and wished it would all disappear.

“Why don’t I run you a bath? Maybe that will relax you a little,” Ruthy suggested.

As she was finished with that you got undressed and stepped inside. Goosebumps ghosted up your thighs, your stomach, breasts and arms. Even though you did enjoy a good bath it still didn’t make things any better. You sank yourself into the water, forgetting - just for a second - about all your worries. Ruthy washed out your hair and assisted you in getting dried. Again you sat on the vanity chair and Ruthy put powder all over your face adding extra to make sure everything was covered like your mother said. Your skin looked flawless and although you wished you looked like that it was not the truth.

“Now what to do with this hair?” Ruthy thought for a moment then snapped her fingers. “I have just the thing.” She brought back a diamond clip to scrunch up your hair. She put your hair up. Trying to cover the fact that a piece of your hair was shorter than the rest. “There we go. Good as new.”

“It looks beautiful Ruthy. Thank you.” You had wished Ruthy was doing your hair for maybe a cake ball or a convention about flowers but instead this was for meeting your future husband.

“Now, this is the dress her royal highness wanted you to wear.” Ruthy picked up a voluptuous dress that laid on your bed. It was silky and the color of baby pink. To your mother it was angelic, to you it was ghastly.

“Oh dear what an ugly looking dress.”

“Your Grace, maybe you should give it a try. Everything on you looks beautiful even if it is ugly.”

“Thank you Ruthy, you always know what to say about a terrible situation.” With the help of Ruthy you managed to slip the dress on. Everything was tight and in place. It looked as if you were to be married today.

You heard trotting of a horse and carriage nearby and you looked out your window. “Here they are.” You said in a monotone voice not even a little excited about your demise.

“Oh alright now remember your Grace to stand straight with your head held high! This is your moment to shine. You are going to remember this for the rest of your days!” Ruthy panicked but you can tell she was ecstatic for you. It seemed like this was for her rather than you. “Let us go!”

Ruthy walked out the room in a haste while you paused to take a look at your mixer on your desk. “You could of been my ticket out...”

“Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?” Edward, your father called out. His head looking every which way.

“I’m here father.” You walked behind Ruthy to finally greet your parents after the morning fiasco.

“Look at you my dear angel. How is your hair?”

“Well the mixer took one piece away but the rest is there.”

“Oh look at her Edward doesn’t she just look like a gem,” your mother gasped in awe. “I knew this dress would be perfect for this occasion.”

“I am very happy you all are having fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Aw cheer up dear,” Edward rubbed your cheek. “I hear this lad is very smart and a charmer. All the ladies fall for him.”

You rolled your eyes as the servants opened the door to your residence. It moved slowly because of its length. It was an enormous door that when closed sounded like thunder. It was a cream color with gold engraved in it. The large door opened and your parents walked with you in the middle.

“Smile or else,” Athela gritted through her teeth. She along with your father wore big smiles. You faked yours. Seeing the norm in this facade.

You all stood by the carriage awaiting.

“Are they ever going to come out?” You whispered in turn getting a slap on your arm from your mother.

The valet hopped out of the carriage and held onto the door but first he had to announce them. “Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn.” The valet opened the door and out came a tall, young man with brown hair. He came out of the carriage, buttoned his coat and looked up into your eyes. His eyes were light and looked so young and full of life. His lips were full as they formed into a smile. He had these boyish charms and a look of innocence yet sexuality. He was handsome! You were a bit taken back.

“See I told you he was cute,” Athela chuckled.

“Christopher Friss, Prince of Linwyn.”

“His father? I did not know his father was coming here too.”

“Of course. He needs to see if you are a good match for his son. Besides we have been friends with him forever.” Athela nodded her head forward.

Out came this taller man that was thicker in size. His hand that grasped onto the size of the carriage was big and had veins that were visible from working hard. His clothing style was impeccable. His hair was a light blonde but also with a hint of salt and pepper colors, slicked back and in a pony tail. His neck was thick like bark and his face was obviously older than his son. His strong, brown eyes looked at you and you were blown away. You could barely breathe and you didn’t know if this was from your corset or how he was looking at you. Your eyes widened and your lips were parted. You were bashful at seeing how handsome this man was. In that moment you wondered what his lips would feel like since you never kissed any one before. You were so innocent compared to him. He looked like he had been through war, he’s been through life, through the challenges. His tall body loomed over his son and the rest. You pushed back your hair as it became very hot in that moment. The Prince smiled as well. It was like floating on a cloud but then reality was setting in and you hated this moment. Your smile died and became a frown. In no way did you want this!

“Welcome, welcome old friends! You remember me and my wife?” Edward pointed to his wife. Jakob and Christopher greeted Athela. “And here is my daughter, Princess y/n, Duchess of Summervale.”

You took a step forward. “Hello your Grace, your Royal Highness. Please forgive me that I do not remember a lot of you two, but I hope we can make fond memories here.”

Jakob took a bow and kissed your hand, “pleasure to meet you after so long.”

“Welcome.”

Next came Christopher, the father. He was a tower compared to you. You had to look up to meet his eyes. Christopher took a bow and kissed your hand. It sent sparks coursing through your veins. He looked like a beast amongst you. You on the other hand looked like a little, fragile bird. You curtsied. “My, you have grown y/n.”

“Hopefully better but who knows,” you giggled at your own joke knowing you were much more prettier in the youth than now.

Christopher smiled, “you have grown into a beautiful young lady. Thank you for letting us into your home.”

You bit your lip as your eyes met the floor, too shy to greet his. He noticed this and his smile grew wider to something sincere.

“It is a great honor to have you here, Sir,” your voice sounded like a song to Christopher’s ears. A spark was sent off within him as well hearing you call him sir. It was your duty and his title but coming from you meant more to him. The time away from your mother and father was getting to become too long and the quiet seconds went away silent and very awkward.

“Y/n?” Your mother, Athela, called.

“Yes mother,” you twirled back to your place beside your two strict parents.

“Sweetheart,” Athela’s eyes kept going back and forth between Christopher’s, Jakob’s, and Edward’s. “Address our guests.”

Your father, Edward, grumbled, “yes, yes, yes. Please let us have lunch in the dining room.”

“We would gladly love that,” Jakob grinned whilst looking at you.

Athela made you stand by Jakob so you two lingered behind the group while the ‘adults’ talked.

“My, it really is a great pleasure to meet you after all these years.”

“Please Jakob my name is not my its y/n. Do remember who you are going to have lunch with,” you joked. Sending him into a fit of laughter.

“You have not changed one bit.”

“Sh*t! Do I still look like a 5 year old?”

Jakob’s eyes widened with you cursing. It was not in a duchess nature to curse.

“Please do not tell my mother, she would practically kill me.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

What you didn’t notice though was the way Christopher lit up with hearing you curse.

“I’m glad we have many days to be together. I want to know all about you.” Jakob played nervously with his fingers.

“I do not think so.”

“Of course I do. I want to know your hobbies. What makes you smile? What’s your favorite book? I want to know everything about you, I mean you are to be my wife. We should know our deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Oh dear you are not going to be amused with my answers. I am really normal and plain once you scrub off the whole duchess thing.” You passed the huge statue of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, phew. Passed the many, wide stairs that led to all the different types of rooms. Passed by the ginormous chandelier that looked like you grasped onto stars from the sky and planted them in your house. And walked onto the soft, dark red carpet leading into the dining room.

Jakob sat beside you while Christopher sat in front of you and your mother sat beside you while your father sat beside Christopher. He gave you a half smile as you sat. You were too busy looking at his perfect, handsome complexion you knocked the cup of water that was left for you. The coldness dripped down your dress and soaked it. You tried your napkin but it was soaked as well. Athela rolled her eyes at your clumsiness. You were terribly embarrassed!

“Here let me help you with that,” Jakob picked up your drenched napkin and started dabbing away at your dress. No one has touched you there before. Your face was becoming hot. You looked to see Christopher walking to the situation, angrily snatching the wet napkin from his son and giving you his dry, napkin.

“What was that about? I was only trying to help.”

Christopher glared at his son and with a low voice said, “you don’t ever touch her like that without her permission. She is a lady, you show her respect.”

You kept quiet and pretended you didn’t hear a thing. “Thank you,” you whispered to both men. Christopher handed you sweetly his cup of water.

“I am very sorry, your Royal Highness.” Edward said. “My daughter is very clumsy. Why this morning she was trying to-”

“Bread!” You yelled.

Everyone looked at you oddly but you were trying to dodge the morning fiasco.

People were eating, talking, getting down to business but all you wanted to do was think of a new invention. There has to be something out there that you could invent that could change someone’s life.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart,” Athela snapped her fingers to disrupt your day dreaming. “Tell them that one time you matched your best friend and that handsome very tall prince together. You were a match maker.”

“That was only one time mother. They were all over each other even before I suggested the thought of them being together.”

“But you still purposed it. Our daughter loves that stuff. Loves love and romance and marriage.”

You felt like shouting and disagreeing with your mother but what was done was done. You didn’t understand love since you didn’t truly feel it and you for one did not want to get married.

“Don’t you dear?”

You nodded as you played with your food.

“Tell them what you like, my love,” Athela tapped your shoulder.

With excitement running through your veins you almost squealed at that question, “oh where do I start! I love inven-”

Athela stomped on your toes and frowned at you. She hated when you talked about your love for inventing. She thought it was a waste of time and very unattractive.

Christopher looked worried as he knitted his brows.

“I love...makeup and beauty. My hobbies are shopping and buying,” you said with a drag.

“Oh my dear y/n you are just a doll,” Athela tapped your chin to sit up straight so as not to have a double chin.

“Jakob why don’t you tell duchess y/n about your love for traveling?” Christopher said while dabbing his mouth.

Jakob sipped his tea, “yes, indeed. My hobbies are traveling. I love going to different places, its like going to new worlds. Its so unique and inspiring others cultures.”

Your eyes lit up hearing his adventurous life style, wishing it was you. “Really? I never knew this. Where have you been?”

“I’ve been to Africa, China and many more. Every place I’ve been to has been so beautiful.”

“Wow.” You leaned your head against your palm. “What a life. I wish I could go.”

“Oh don’t be silly dear those places are so far away from here why would you want to leave?” Your mother wiped her mouth like a lady.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you one day,” Jakob whispered as he winked.

“And what about you, Sir. What do you like to do?” You raised your brow, asking Christopher.

“Me? I did not know you would be interested to know about an old man like me.”

“I want to know the most about both of you. You are our guest.”

“Well I enjoy books. I have a whole collection of books in my library.”

“Wait? You have a library? How big?” You were like a child in a candy shop.

“Bigger than a ship,” Christopher motioned closer to you.

“Oh my. Who is your favorite author?”

“Terry P. Whilliams, he wrote-”

“The Way of the World. I enjoyed the book so much and he is one of my favorite authors. He is just so-”

“Real.”

“And very truthful.” You clutched your dress.

“He wrote that passage that said how the sun and moon cannot live without each other. Without the sun there is no light, no morning. Without the moon there is no darkness, no night. He compared humans to that. Humans cannot live without each other. Humans love.”

You held your breath. Yes you read the passage but hearing it come out of his mouth made it so much more dramatic and moving. “Yes, I do remember that.”

Jakob scoffed, “boring! Sorry my father is such a bore.”

“Oh no he is very not that. I am a reader as well. I love reading about everything.”

“Remember what I told you,” Athela gritted through her teeth.

Christopher saw that and saw how sad your whole demeanor became. Your smile faded as well as your enthusiasm and you pardoned yourself quietly.

“I am excited for today’s masquerade ball. I haven’t been to one in a while and I feel as if I do need to let off some steam and enjoy the ambiance of,” Jakob inhaled, “my people.”

He was a party animal. Liked the setting, drinking, the ladies why of course, that was every young, single, mans dream and happy place. To you though it made you less attracted to him. You were an outsider, anti-social. Somebody who chose the comforts of her sad, pampered room rather than dance the night away with people who didn’t care about her.

“I’m glad, my dear.” Athela ate a piece of her salad. “You deserve it. Besides it is for you and y/n.”

“May I ask who will be attending?”

“A couple of y/n’s friends. Jamila-”

“Jamila will be going?” You asked.

Your mother nodded.

You wanted to shoot up from your seat. Jamila Hassan, Princess of Saad. She was your best friend. She was the only person you felt that understood you. She was like a sister to you.

“And also Lilo, Meera-”

You groaned hearing Meera. She was royal, snotty and spoiled. She loathed your guts. She was a hypocrite, and a liar. She was a terrible person. “Why mother-” You said no more when your mother glared at you again for what felt like the 50th time that evening. This ball was going to be way harder than you ever imagined.

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years

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526-528: "Undersea Volcanic Eruption! Drifting to the Fish-Man Island!", "Landing at the Fish-Man Island! Beautiful Mermaids!" and "Excitement Blow-out! Sanji's Life Under Threat!"

HOORAY! :D:D:D

Will this be one of those arcs that’s filled with sympathetic villains? The kind of characters who... well, you get where they’re coming from because they have a cast-iron reason for their villainy and you feel conflicted about cheering for the heroes? Or will it be more complicated than that?

I hope I like this arc. Ever since Arlong Park, since I learned about the Sun Pirates from Hachi and the racism Fishmen experience I’ve been hoping Oda might dig deeper into the theme. It’s early days yet, but from what I’ve seen in this episode, I’m quietly confident he’ll deliver.

Cthulhu Is... Friendly?

Must admit the Flying Dutchman action was a bit of a let-down. I thought Captain Vander Decken would be the next villain (or at least the henchman of the next villain). It was built up so well. The creepy “Dead men tell no tales” speech, Brook confirming he was the Real Deal, that the legend told of how the captain lost his mind, killed his crew and cursed the gods (who got their revenge by cursing him to drift forever).

I thought that might make a good plot line (that was before Hammond appeared and the Real Plot kicked in).

The Kraken coming back and sucker punching the Sea Bonze was so worth it. I laughed like a drain and could not believe I was cheering a Kraken like it was Hell in a Cell. Top it all off, Luffy, Zoro and Sanji came paddling back in a single bubble. And Luffy had made the Kraken his pet and named it Surume! Only Luffy can get separated from his crew and return with a pet Kraken. And laugh about the fact that he almost died.

The volcanic eruption action scene was fun. The Flying Dutchman crew and the Kraken would not mess with nature. The water glowed an ominous red and before Luffy gave any orders, Surume the Kraken was already checking out. Nami made the call for them to leap into the deep trench ahead to avoid the pyroclastic flow (is that even possible underwater? I have no idea.)

Usopp got to show off some of his skills by shooting a net-like plant weapon that stopped the debris from the eruption from smashing Sunny to pieces. (Could be good in combat for subduing bad guys.) I liked how Luffy was a good captain and praised Usopp and his cute Kraken pet for doing a good job. There’s that leadership shining through.

This was just before a stray rock bonked Surume on the head and the Strawhats woke up... ten thousand meters under the sea?

But... how? I thought.

It was bright. There was natural light and vivid colours. How?

Because it was Fishman Island! :D

Cannot lie. I was excited to finally see it. I wonder how it was for manga readers then to see that place brought to life after so long. I mean, how many chapters was it since it was first mentioned in Arlong Park until now when it was animated. I mean, it was huge! And there were entire massive trees inside the bubble. I still have no idea where the natural light was coming from, but pffft, did I care? It was FISHMAN ISLAND! :D

Then the Border Patrol Arrived?

At least, that’s who I thought they were at first.

And they brought Plot, which, let’s face it, is always good.

Three shady-looking Fishmen rode up on massive Sea Kings. They were so tough, they spoke to Surume the Kraken like it was a disobedient pet. Or... more accurately, as if it was a race traitor. “Why are you obeying such fools as humans, Kraken?” Surume fled the scene (obviously scared of these guys).

They recognised the Straw Hats too. I love how Luffy said, “Who are you? How do you know about us?” Um, Luffy... everyone knows about you now. xD

But these guys went way back. Much further than Alabasta, Enies Lobby, Impel Down or Marineford.

“You are the ones who foiled the Arlong Pirates’ plan. You stood up for Hachi and knocked out a hateful Celestial Dragon, just like Fisher Tiger, the hero of Fishman Island.”

They claimed they were the New Fishman Pirates and demanded the Strawhats enlist under their banner or be sunk.

Hammod did most of the talking but two others tagged along (Hyouzo and Kasagon).

Nami and Franky knew Luffy would say no (and possibly put them in danger because they couldn’t fight back). They took a huge gamble and spent the last of Sunny’s air crashing through Fishman Island’s protective bubbles.

The dramatic tension when the coating shrank, pinning all the Strawhats to the deck was great. But it really ramped up when the first bubble ripped off the coating and the second one turned out to be full of water. I didn’t expect that twist.

Was that the closest the Strawhats have been yet to almost dying?

Camie to the Rescue!

Luckily, they have a friend who was sort of expecting them. Luffy, Usopp, Chopper and Sanji woke up at none other than Camie’s place! (The others were separated. Franky, Nami and Robin are together. I have no idea where Brook is and Zoro is on his own.)

Turns out she works at a Mermaid Cafe on the sea floor of Mermaid Cove. The dorms are more affordable on the sea floor, as opposed to the ones higher up with more natural light. I liked that Oda has imagined an entire class system here. Mermaid Cove seems an okay place. Pappagu the starfish is in the fanciest district: Fishverly Hills (lol!) and is a famous designer. Hachi lives in Fishman District, which Camie said was a ‘rough place’. Luffy still thinks Pappagu is Camie’s pet. I don’t think Luffy completely gets how Fishman Island works yet, but Camie was nice and didn’t say anything. Hammond also hinted at another Fishman Island faction: Neptune’s Army, who were introduced later but I don’t know which side they’re on yet, so they seem like a neutral third party so far. 10/10 world building from Oda there.

Camie showed them around. They took a cute turtle elevator up to the “surface”, where there were clouds, blue sky, trees and rainbows. Luffy mentioned reuniting with Jimbei because “when Ace died two years ago, I didn’t lose heart thanks to him” (yes, Luffy. I’m glad you realise just how much Jimbei did for you!)

But Jimbei was not on the island. Camie seemed to hint the War in Marineford caused a bit of trouble in Fishman Island. She didn’t go into it, damn it.

Then, the royal family’s Fish Boat swam into view, heading straight for them, carrying the Neptune Princes (Fukaboshi, Ryuboshi and Sanboshi). The mermaids hid the Straw Hats, in case they were arrested for illegally entering Fishman Island. One mermaid made the mistake of holding Sanji... let’s just say a little close to her chest.

And Lots of Beautiful Mermaids

You know what, I didn’t want to say but over the past couple of episodes, Sanji’s weakness had been annoying me. Not really badly. Just that the joke was getting a bit thin because it’d been played so many times for laughs.

Now I know why.

Does Oda do nothing without a purpose?

He had to set up all the blood loss stuff because blood transfusions are a central tenet in the hatred a lot of Fishmen have over humans.

When Sanji had his Vesuvius Moment, Dr Chopper bravely came to the rescue. Just as the Princes seemed about to take the Strawhats (though they didn’t want to arrest them. Still not sure what their deal is), Chopper placed himself in harm’s way and shouted, “Stop! I’m a Doctor! Can anyone donate S RH negative blood? If Fishman blood is the same, would anyone be willing to donate?”

Chopper unwittingly referenced an Old, Highly Politicised Grudge.

Fisher Tiger: The Hero of Fishman Island

Hammond, who had been lurking, waiting for an opportune moment to catch the Strawhats, couldn’t stay quiet at that point.

“No one on this island would give blood to lowly humans,” he scoffed. “If anyone did, they’d risk punishment from the Dark Night, from human haters. The Old Law in the kingdom states that donating blood to humans is prohibited.”

When the Strawhats protested, Hammond fired back with some Context.

“You humans set that rule first! You people have a long history of fearing us. Didn’t want your blood mixed up with ours. That’s how the hero, Fisher Tiger, died. He risked his own life to free slaves of all races. But after a bloody war, he died. He could have lived if he had a transfusion. The heartless humans refused to give their blood to him.”

I was gobsmacked by that. Honestly. What a great twist, in terms of both plot and morality! How are the Strawhats going to fight against years of racism, abuse, toxic politics and the veneration of a martyr-like figure who means so much to the people of Fishman Island?

This is going to be a wild ride.

Usopp dismissed the old law. He begged someone, anyone, to help Sanji. Hammod tried to take Luffy by force but severely underestimated how much stronger he’d become (that Haki, honestly... it is so badass).

Camie hijacked the Royal Fish Boat (the royals here seem pretty laid back because if that was real life, you’d be in your local Impel Down faster than you can say, “But I need a blood transfusion!”)

And it seems something is rotten in the state of Fishman Island. Not only are the Strawhats the first human visitors in a while, the Princes were unable to deliver a message to Jimbei.

I wonder if it’s anything to do with this shady character?

This is the guy who wants to see Luffy. The one Hammond calls “Boss.” Hordy Jones, I think his name was? And here we have a shady face, not entirely revealed, sharp teeth and a good voice actor? This has happened before with Moria and Crocodile. Could this be the villain? Is this Hordy Jones, or is he higher up the chain?

I hope so. Was blue-balled with the Flying Dutchman stuff. Don’t want it happening again, haha.

Also, who or what is Noah? Was confused as to whether it was a location or a person.

*insert Rocky Theme tune*

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Wynonna Earp S3 Ep7: I Fall To Pieces (aka...you will too)

Okay, so, some are saying they think this is just a “filler” episode. I don’t think that is entirely accurate. I mean, at some point, Wynonna and Nicole would have to learn to work together. Michelle was bound to take off at some point too. I mean it is rather surprising that the cops haven’t shown up in Purgatory looking for her yet. We wanted some more of Nicole’s past and we got a doozie and we cried. Wynonna finds out the truth about Doc and she reacted just like I would have and I cried with both of them. Damn it all! This show is stressing me the hell out this season!

I swear. I try, I really do, to try to type a small recap / review. However, Wynonna Earp is one of those shows that is so well written and has such good stuff going on, that I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t want any of my readers to miss anything and to read this and say, “Okay, now I HAVE to watch the actual episode!” So, here we go folks!

We open with, ugh….Wynonna and Charlie in a firetruck trying to get in another…..well…I can’t put that word here. You know what I mean. Wynonna swears that this is going to be their last time. Yeah, right. Charlie thinks it is good stress relief and they should continue. They almost get all their clothes off and get going when two familiar voices are heard. By the way, they are in a firetruck IN THE firehouse! It is Waverly and Nicole handing out fresh coffee to the fire crew and thanking them for their service and dedication. They don’t think so fondly of Sheriff Nedley, but Nicole assures them that it will be different when she is Sheriff.

Inside the truck, they are getting dressed and Charlie remarks that he actually didn’t know Waverly and Haught were a thing. He assures Wynonna when questioned, that Purgatory Pride is his favorite event every year. She is surprised to hear they have such an event and a firetruck gets painted the rainbow colors. Charlie also says that Nicole warned him about her….how she is a hot mess. Wynonna thanks him for the uh….”Pump?” she says and Charlie replies with “That’s gross.” Wynonna tries again….”Backdraft?” and Charlie questions her “Did we do that?” “Heeeeeaaat.” Wynonna says and they kiss and fall back and her hand hits the firetruck alarm.

A very embarrassed Wynonna climbs out of the truck and everyone is there staring. She says there is nothing to see here but a grown ass woman with grown up needs simply leaving a firehouse. Because, you know, that is a totally everyday occurrence. Nicole asks if she needs a ride. “I had a ride. I need a nap.” Wynonna answers. Then admits that yes, she needs a ride. Waverly asks if her and Doc are no longer a thing. Wynonna answers curtly, “We were never a thing and I haven’t seen him in a week.”

At Kate’s house Doc is lying on the floor with Kate in front of the fireplace. He lifts his hand and suddenly jumps up as the ring of Bulshar is burning him. He runs to a vase and ….oh, my…..I see ass cheeks. His chaps are open. LOL. He takes his hand out and looks at the ring and says, “What have I done?”

The bitch of a wife (sorry…I can’t stand her…) says that the ring is rejecting him as he is now a vampire that makes him compromised. However, not to worry, because they are together forever like he wanted. Ummm…..I think YOU wanted that Kate and took advantage of the situation. Doc moves to a mirror and looks at himself, runs a hand over his chest and says, “Just like I wanted” just as his image is disappearing.

Frat boys singing it up in a jail cell at the station. Sheriff Nedley tells Wynonna that they are from the city and their party bus was confiscated. Waverly finds Jeremy asleep at his desk and wakes him up. She asks what he is doing. He has been working on trying to figure out where Bulshar might have moved his operation since they closed down the other one. Waverly thinks that is great, but that Jeremy, not even knowing what day it is, really needs a falafel and some rest.

Nicole and Wynonna are in the Sheriff’s office and are moving a bookshelf while Nedley sits at his desk. Behind the shelf is a door. “We finally get to see your sex cave?” Wynonna jokes with him. He says it is more of a closet and hands them keys. He explains that it is evidence and notes on cases that were a little on the supernatural side. Wynonna asks why he didn’t give them to Dolls. Nedley says he wasn’t sure whether to trust Dolls at first, but now he knows. They look inside and there is quite a bit of stuff.

Apparently, he has been collecting this since he became Sheriff. “It’s like Hoarders meets Storage Wars.” Wynonna jokes. It is up to Nicole and Wynonna to work together to figure out what to keep and what to burn.

Nedley checks with Nicole on how it is going getting backing from City Council on her becoming Sheriff. She complains that Bunny Loblaw won’t return any of her calls and still reigns over City Council with an iron fist. Nedley tells her that Bunny can smell fear and she needs to learn to hide that and take control of the situation. Nicole runs off to make another phone call to Bunny to set up a meeting. “Bunny’s gonna eat her for lunch.” Wynonna remarks to Nedley.

Doc is at the Earp Homestead in the barn looking for a can or container to put the ring in. He finds one and remarks that it will have to do when he hears the cocking of a rifle behind him. It is Michelle. She tells him it isn’t a good idea to go sneaking around with an armed mental patient on the loose. “I thought we were friends.” Doc remarks to her. She laughs and says that he bailed on her Christmas feast. He apologizes and says that very important had come up. He turns around and Michelle “You’re gonna make it up to me. Don’t worry. I’ll drive if you’re too tired.” She needs to leave for a while, to get out of town and to get going or she is gonna roll him for the keys.

Nicole and Wynonna start to argue about cleaning out the closet. Wynonna is sitting reading old notes and finds a picture of a “baby” Nedley when he was just starting out and had a kids with him. With Nicole getting mad because of lack of help, Wynonna rushes in with attitude and starts throwing things out as “crap” or “not crap”. Nicole goes to stop her just as she has a black weird looking mirror. They struggle over it and Wynonna lets go, making Nicole lose control of it and it falls and breaks on the ground. “Smooth move Ginger Spice. You just earned yourself seven years bad luck.” Wynonna says.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Triangle, a small shed explodes (by the way there are creepy looking scarecrows on that fence) and a very ugly looking dude I nicknamed Mr. Fugly emerges carrying very large hedge clippers. He’s a very happy, jolly sort. If you bought that last line you have never watched this show.

Wynonna goes to the bar and meets Nedley there. He is drinking Ginger Ale. She orders her usual, a whiskey and leave the bottle. She shows him the photo she found. “It’s like your upper lip is wearing a skinny tie” she jokes with him. He looks at it and smiles. He asks how the evidence closet is going and Wynonna accuses Nicole of smashing stuff and complains what it is like trying to work with someone with a “pickle up their ass” and that the woman is all work and no play. That someday she is going to snap and chop up someone with an axe. Nedley says to go easy on Nicole and slides the picture back to Wynonna. “You two have more in common than you think” he says as he points to the little girl in the picture.

Nicole is at home trying her best to get ready for the Bunny visit. She turns her back for a second and hears someone behind her. She is startled to see Bunny is there and has let herself in. She offers to take the woman’s coat, but is told, “What. So you can rifle through the pockets?” Then she freaks when she sees Calamity Jane the cat and tells Nicole that either the cat goes or she does because she is deathly allergic. So, poor Nicole picks up the cat and runs her upstairs. Bunny takes the opportunity to look around and sees a picture of Waverly and Nicole together. She makes a face, slowly puts it down and says, “Disgusting!” as she walks away.

Michelle and Doc are at the Earp gravesite. Michelle places flowers on the grave which has both Ward’s and Willa’s name on it. Doc says he is very sorry, but Michelle says that Willa was Ward’s pet and was a spoiled brat with a mean streak. “She would have made a terrible heir.” Doc reminds her that Willa was just a child. Michelle looks at the grave and touches Willa’s name and apologizes for not being there to protect her. She suddenly gets up and walks off. Doc yells after her, asking where the hell she is going now. “Come on. I’ll tell you which way to turn.” She yells back to him. Doc begins to complain, “It’s freezing out here.” And she tells him to “Stop being such a wiener. Besides, I know you have a bottle of Tequila stashed under your seat that will get us through.”

Back at Nicole’s, poor Nicole is trying to have a nice conversation with the wicked witch of the universe. Nicole tells her that she has great plans of how to run the office more efficiently and ways to make the town safer. “Well, that is all fine and good, Deputy Haught, but my main concern is this. Randy Nedley is full of SHIT! I am so sick and tired of being kept in the dark about all the strange occurrences in Purgatory.” She goes on to say that she refuses to be lied to about what is going on “in HER town under HER nose.” Nicole asks what she means. “Well, you tell me. That is why I am here. Unless, you don’t want to be Sheriff.” She adds not to give her “that hooey” about costume parties gone out of control or escaped zoo animals. Nicole tries to say that Purgatory is a “special” place with “special” challenges.

Then Wynonna comes bursting in and says she needs to talk to Nicole for a minute. Nicole says it isn’t the right time, but Bunny smiles and says that it is in fact the perfect time because she was thinking of backing Wynonna Earp as Sheriff. Nicole can’t believe what she is hearing both her and Wynonna laugh thinking Bunny is joking, but she isn’t. She says that Wynonna is “a straight shooter and one tough bitch”

and that the Earp family is one of the original families. She calls Nicole nothing but “a fly-by-night outsider and a “little too…..different.” Nicole has heard enough and grabs Wynonna and takes her to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Wynonna is laughing “Wait until Bunny learns about Purgatory Pride!" Nicole asks what she is doing there. Wynonna says it is about her (Nicole) and Nedley. But before she goes on she reverts back to the Bunny situation. Laughing again, she says “Wait. Did Bun Buns really just say I could be….” Nicole interrupts her, “OH, no. You can NOT take that job.” “I don’t want that job.” Wynonna says. Nicole says that is good because Wynonna would have been terrible at it. She has no police training, is terrible with authority and isn’t even qualified to work at a Chipotle’s” Wynonna takes offense and says that maybe she WILL take that job and be “Sheriff Nedley 2.0” and would be Nicole’s boss.

They are still arguing when Bunny turns around and at the window is Mr. Fugly and she yells out and falls face first on the floor. Wynonna is coming out of the kitchen about to “go get stuff done” and sees Bunny on the floor. “Balls! Bunny’s dead.” She yells to Nicole. Nicole rushes out and sees Bunny there and the cat sitting on top of her. Nicole rushes over and says that Bunny is “deathly allergic” and to get her purse. “Right! Cash!” says Wynonna. Nicole yells “No, for medicine!” They dump the purse looking for an allergy medicine and find a lot more than just that. Wynonna finds Oxy and Nicole hits it out of her hand. They find one and give it to Bunny with some tea which makes Bunny cough and wake up.

They help Bunny up and out to the police cruiser. Nicole says it will be faster to use that with the sirens on. Bunny is complaining all the way. She tells them not to take her to Purgatory General as there are “too many immigrant doctors there”. Nicole just shoves her in the back of the car. She tells Wynonna to go back inside and grab Bunny’s purse. They argue over who is going to go back inside and Nicole finally says she will, but Wynonna has to be right, so she is going to. As they argue back to the front door, two of the frat boys sneak into the police car and take off. Bunny is screaming in the back seat about what is going on. Nicole runs out into the road and exclaims, “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” Wynonna chuckles and says, “Look who needs my help now.”

A little bit later, Nicole comes out of the house with Bunny’s stuff and finds Wynonna trying to hotwire the car. She tells her she actually has the keys and that she should actually drive because she is the cop and it would be seen as commandeering the vehicle for official police business. Wynonna says there are bigger fish to fry and shuts the door. Nicole decides she will call Waverly then.

At the station, Waverly is on the phone with Nicole. Jeremy and she are logging into the computer to track the GPS of the police car. Jeremy laughs and says that they are having some super bad luck today. “Speed it up Jagged Little Nerd.” You hear Wynonna say through the phone. Jeremy quickly locates the car, and it is parked. However, Waverly says that they need to hurry.

It seems the two stupid frat boys decided to go to a biker bar run over by revenants. They get to the police car and Bunny starts screaming at them. She tells Nicole “Get me out of here you white trash tart.” Yeah….sure helping your situation there honey. Let me get right on that. I would actually move a hell of a lot slower just to make it more amusing to myself. Nicole finds the extra key and goes to unlock the passenger side door and guess what…..it breaks. Bunny of course screams at Nicole calling her a freaking moron. Wynonna pulls her gun and aims it at Bunny who backs up, but Nicole stops her saying that the bullet could ricochet and hit Bunny. Wynonna raises her gun again thinking it is worth the risk. “OR US.” Nicole adds. Wynonna puts the gun away. Nicole wonders if they could call the fire department to come rip the door off. Wynonna thinks that is a bad idea because the fire crew would never let the Sheriff’s office live that down. Wynonna thinks their only option is to go inside and “find Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Douche” and get the original keys. They wander to the bar and peek inside.

There are quite a few demons in there. Nicole says they are outnumbered and wouldn’t want Bunny seeing them shooting anyway. Wynonna scoffs and takes off.

Along a roadside, Doc and Michelle are leaning against his car. She is working on that bottle of Tequila. She tells Doc how growing up, she couldn’t wait to join the rodeo circuit to get out of the hell hole of a town. However, she came back one August weekend, got drunk and pregnant and ended up marrying Ward Earp. “Well, he did give you three beautiful daughters” Doc remarks. Michelle says, no only two. “Waverly was Julian’s, remember?” Doc pauses then asks, “What’s it like being with an angel?” Michelle simply answers with a question. “What’s it like being with a demon?” She changes the subject in a way. She tells Doc how Julian made her feel like she didn’t have to break her spirit to be happy. That the night Waverly was born, Ward pushed Julian out of the Ghost River Triangle. Right where they were standing now. Doc asks how she knows this and she says that Bobo DelRay told her. “You talked to him?” Doc asks her. She says she did more than talk. She gave Bobo the dinner Doc refused and she gave Bobo his freedom. “Are you out of your godforsaken mind woman?!” Doc exclaims. Michelle stays calm as usual. “Yes, I think we have already established that.” Doc tells her that she has unleashed a monster. Michelle tells Doc that Bulshar is risen and it will take monsters to fight a monster. Doc reminds her that Bobo has tried to kill her own daughters multiple times and she doesn’t get to make these life or death decisions for them. “Who’s gonna stop me? You, Johnny Hank?” Michelle asks. “If necessary.” Doc says getting closer. Michelle smiles and says it looks like they are finally really talking, so ….”Here are my terms.”

At the Revenant Roadhouse bar, the two frat boys are tied up back to back sitting on the bar. The demons are trying to figure out the best way to kill them. Wynonna and Nicole manage to sneak in and almost get the keys from the one guys pocket when they are discovered. They want to kill both of them as well. However, Wynonna says to the one who seems like the leader that he seems like a sporting type. What would be the sport of “ripping Dumb and Doucher to shreds”. She says they should let the boys go and they can have a contest.

A drinking contest. If the girls win, they get to leave unharmed. If the demons win….well…..they can kill them. “You could have just offered them cash.” Nicole tells Wynonna who realizes she really didn’t think it through to the end.

Back at the station, Waverly is getting worried because neither her sister nor Nicole are answering their phone calls. Jeremy brings up a review of the events thus far. How what has happened seems spectacularly unlucky. That makes Waverly think and they rush to the office. They find the broken mirror on the floor and hope that if they put it back together it will fix the problem.

The drinking game is on at the Roadhouse. They have gone a few rounds already with shots. Wynonna takes a shot and chases with a beer. They call for another type of liquor which is gross tasting by the looks of it. They count to three and drink. The demon looks like he is about to puke. He brings up the shot he just had. Wynonna claims they have won fair and square and to uncuff them, but spills her beer bottle. The leader demon grabs it and sniffs it and says she was cheating as she was spitting her shots into the bottle every time. Nicole asks where she got that idea. “I learned it from Coyote Ugly” she says. “Oooooh! I love that movie!” says a very drunk Nicole. The demon says now he gets to break their necks and all the revenants shout. Wynonna and Nicole quickly get up, Wynonna pulls out Peacemaker and they make a run for it. They are trying to run in knee deep snow with chain handcuffs on, through the woods. Wynonna is telling Nicole to hurry up and Nicole is telling Wynonna she is too drunk to keep up.

Doc is at Kate’s house going through some of her things. He comes across some ID’s and Driver Licenses. “You’ve found my mementos.” Kate says coming into the room. Doc says they are more like souvenirs of people she has killed. Kate says that it a vulgar way of putting it. Doc says it is the truth. Kate asks if he is helping Wynonna and Doc says “In a matter of speaking.” Kate has to point out that she must be some woman if he is willing to give up one of his precious pistols as Doc wraps stuff up in a sheet. Kate thinks it is sweet that he still thinks Wynonna will still want him. “You know how your jealousy bores me” he says to her. “As you are” Kate adds. “Wynonna made me the way I am” he says and

Kate comes at him growling and bearing her teeth. Kate suddenly does her thing of turning all sweet and says, “My Henry. The greatest gunslinger that ever lived. A filthy, rotten scoundrel.” Doc slaps her hand away from his face. She adds that how sad it is all this stuff he is doing for her. For what? Doc says that she (Wynonna) thinks I can be better. “Than what?” asks Kate. It’s beneath you. Wynonna is breaking your spirit. I love you. At your worst, or even more.” Kate says as she leans in and kisses him. Doc pauses, then pulls away. “Then you should know that I am a man that does not do ultimatums or likes to choose.” Kate laughs. “You and I are linked together forever.” She challenges Doc to go see if Wynonna will welcome him back into her bed.

Back in the woods, Wynonna and Nicole run and then stop because they are arguing. Nicole thinks Wynonna needs to get her head out of her ass because she isn’t the only one who has suffered through something. Wynonna makes fun of Nicole and says in a whiny baby voice that oh, yeah, Nicole survived a massacre. She quickly makes a face saying she regrets saying it like that. Wynonna brings out her gun and Nicole yells how immature she is. The damn gun is jammed. She adds that yes, Nicole survived a massacre, but to get back to her when she is cursed. She tries to aim the gun at the chain, but it is still jammed and then an axe comes flying out of nowhere and hits a tree nearby.

They turn and find that the revenants have found them. The leader says how they are “such catty little bitches” and that they are so deep in animosity that they are basting in it which will make them tastier. Wynonna and Nicole face each other. “You be Scott.” Wynonna says. “You be Tessa.” Says Nicole and they start to fight. Peacemaker finally after a few dead clicks decides to start working and that axe comes in handy. The chain they still have on also is handy for breaking a neck. However, when they think they have them all, the leader comes from behind and grabs them and bends them over backwards under his arms. He asks if they have any last words. They say a few, but then the revenant is killed by something behind him.

It is Mr. Fugly. “You owe me a wife!” he tells them as he closes his clippers. They both decide that this is a worse situation and make a run for it.

Back at the station, Waverly is just about done taping the mirror back together. They are missing a piece she yells to Jeremy who comes flying into the room with it. They have it all back together and hope that they fixed the situation. Just then Nicole and Wynonna come running in yelling about a mountain man. “A gross, scabby mountain man!” yells Wynonna. Jeremy looks at Waverly and says it looks like that it didn’t fix it.

Mr. Fugly comes marching in. Waverly tells him to wait just a minute Gandolph but he throws her to the side. Jeremy grabs a broom and yells, “You SHALL NOT PASS!” and the guy just roars into Jeremy’s face and Jeremy tells him “Yeah, you just do you” and goes to help Waverly. He looks at Nicole and Wynonna and tells them again that they owe him a wife and to choose. Waverly hears wife and grabs Jeremy and they make their way to the office. Meanwhile, Wynonna and Nicole are trying to tell Mr. Fugly why the other would make the best wife.

In the office Waverly says that it must have been something else. They find large pieces of what seems to be an oversized garden gnome. Jeremy yells to the girls that he is a gnome, but Wynonna doesn’t see how that is helping their situation. Waverly and Jeremy take the gnome figure to the desk to use the tape to try to put it back together. Mr. Fugly gnome gets tired of the talking and yells at Wynonna and Nicole to stop talking and grabs them and lifts them up by the neck. They have to choose who is going to be his wife. Waverly says they have one more piece and it is……boobs.

It is a lady gnome! She tells Jeremy to put that piece on but Jeremy sees a lawsuit just waiting to happen. Waverly goes ahead and, wishing they had a gnome bra, tapes the last piece on and turns it towards the big guy. Lightning strikes and the figurine is in one piece. The big guy drops Nicole and Wynonna. “Monique! You are okay.” He picks her up, hugs her and walks out.

At the Earp Homestead, Doc has arrived with a car he says he found at the roadhouse with the keys still in it. Hmmmmm…looks a lot like Bunny Loblaw’s car! LOL!! Michelle looks in the sheet and sees the supplies Doc has brought her.

There is some cash and a ‘new’ ID. She remarks that she knew an outlaw would get what is needed when she needed to get out of Dodge fast. However, she refuses to take Doc’s pistol, as he might need it in the future. “Otherwise, nicely done Johnny Hank!” she tells him as she puts the stuff in the back seat. “Wish I could say the same.” Doc remarks. “Is this where you beg me to stay?” Michelle asks him. “I do NOT beg.” Doc tells her. Michelle goes off on that it seems to be her lot in life to have to leave to save those she loves. She says Doc knows what she is talking about, that he recognizes her and what she is doing. Doc answers that she is leaving and putting her family in mortal danger. Michelle says that if Julian is outside the Ghost River Triangle and if he is still there, she needs to find him. Doc says that from the moment she walked into that barn she knew he would make her leave and would help her do so. “Sometimes it takes a monster” she says to him touching his hat. He grabs her wrist. “Wynonna will be angry.” Doc says. “She won’t be angry with you. She always seems to forgive you.” Michelle replies. Doc says that she still might not escape Wynonna’s anger because she is abandoning her family for….love. “Oh. Like I am gonna let a vampire lecture me on love.” Michelle quips as she gets into the car and leaves. Okay…..how the hell did Michelle find out?

At the station, Wynonna is startled to find Bunny standing at the counter. She claims it was only a “fancy faint”. “Yeah, the cat made a bed in your ass crack.” Wynonna remarks. Bunny tells her that the doctors say she is as healthy as an ox. “And the cankles to go with it.” Another wonderful remark by Wynonna. Well, Bunny says that she is there to let Officer Haught know that despite that day’s events, she will NOT be getting her support for Sheriff. Wynonna drops what she was holding and goes over to Bunny. She says that despite her best interests, Nicole did what was right. She always does what is right and that is someone who should be Sheriff. She reminds Bunny who saved her life that day. “Perhaps. But she does not belong here in Purgatory. She is not our…..people.” Bunny says with her nose in the air. “Are you a xenophobe or a homophobe?” Wynonna asks her. “Why….pick….just….one?” the bitch replies. Bunny tries to leave, but Wynonna stops her and grabs her wrist. She tells Bunny that they should talk about what really happened today……what she saw. Bunny tells her that it was all a dream…..a very bad dream. Wynonna informs her that in fact it wasn’t a dream. That she really doesn’t want to know all those little secrets that Nedley has been trying to hide or cover over, because that monster she saw today was just the very tip of the iceberg. Wynonna threatens Bunny saying that if she doesn’t back Nicole for Sheriff, she will personally bring that monster and all his demon friends right to her house. Bunny thinks she is bluffing, but Wynonna assures her she is not. Bunny leaves, claiming she needs to go to church.

Wynonna turns and sees Nicole standing in the doorway. She has heard pretty much all of it and thanks Wynonna and offers her a beer. It seems she can now hear space and time with this hangover. Wynonna is shocked about having a beer at work. Nicole laughs and says that some rules are meant to be broken sometimes. Nicole calls a truce, but Wynonna calls it a win.

Wynonna tells Nicole that she used to think Nicole was an outsider too and that she would freak out and leave and Waverly would have a broken heart. Nicole assures her that she loves Waverly. Actually, she loves Wynonna too (not in the same way of course) and that she is often jealous of Wynonna for being….well….Wynonna. “You’re staked to this land, same as me.” Wynonna tells her and shows her the picture of young Nedley and Nicole.

Nicole goes and finds Nedley in his office. She hands him the picture. “You were so damned scared. But still so damned tough.” He tells her. He tells her that somehow she managed to get into a canoe to safety and he found her down river. “You’re the one.” Nicole says quietly. Nedley just says that he kept an eye on her afterwards and what kind of parents let a six year old go to a music festival in the woods. Nicole smiles and says her parents were nothing but selfish and that they don’t talk anymore. Nedley asks if it is because of who she is. “Yeah, a cop” Nicole says. Nedley tells her that when he heard she had joined the police academy, he couldn’t resist offering up the post. Nicole says when she saw the post, she knew she had to take it and that is where she was meant to be. “Everything good I have in my life now, is because I came back to the Ghost River Triangle.” Nicole says with tears in her eyes. Nedley pauses and looks at her. “You’re like a daughter….to me.” He replies.

Nicole starts to cry and gives him a big hug. He has tears in his eyes too. “Thank you. You are a tough act to follow.” Nicole tells him. Nedley just looks at her and says, “I’m not going anywhere. Not if you really need me. Congratulations Sheriff Haught. You’ve earned it.”

Wynonna returns home to find Waverly at the table crying and holding a letter. “She’s gone.” Waverly tells her sister. “She’s gone to try to find Julian.” Waverly gets up and Wynonna holds her little sister.

Waverly cries and says that they had just had a wonderful Christmas together and it was so nice. Wynonna tells her that they can spend their entire lives trying to figure out why that woman does what she does….and they have. Wynonna is facing the table and sees there is a letter from Momma just for her.

Wynonna has read the letter and is headed outside. She stops short on the porch, startled to see Doc standing in front yard.

“Good evening” Doc says with a tip of his hat. He comes up onto the porch. “I come bearing gifts” he says, handing Wynonna a handkerchief with something in it. Wynonna opens it and is surprised to see Bulshar’s ring. Doc tells her it should protect her in the upcoming battle. Wynonna asks him how he got it as Nicole was the last one to have it.

“Details are a little foggy. You know how I like to day drink” he tells her. “Why don’t you keep it?” Wynonna asks. “Anyone ever tell you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?” Doc replies not really giving a definite answer.

Wynonna changes the subject. “Did you spend the day with my mother?”

“Well, she essentially treated me like her Ober.” Doc says

“Uber.” Wynonna corrects him.

“What she told me may require some explanation.” Doc says to Wynonna coming forward.

“She thought so too” as she looks at the letter and Doc reaches for it, she pulls away. “Lemme just read it to you.�� ‘Dear Wynonna, Don’t trust Doc Holliday. He is not what he says he is.’” Wynonna looks at Doc after each sentence.

“Did she also say she set Bobo free from the well?” Doc asks, clearly trying to steer clear of where this conversation is going.

“She does love to burn a place down before she runs.” Wynonna says, not really acknowledging the Bobo being free thing.

“The recklessness of her actions- I do not see how she could remain here and keep you safe.” Doc says, once again trying to steer the conversation away from the inevitable.

“Just tell me what you did.” Wynonna demands straight faced, not losing eye contact with Doc.

Doc’s face at this point is pure fear. His eyes are wide as he looks at Wynonna.

“Who are you?” Wynonna asks him when he doesn’t answer about what he did.

“Who I’ve always been.” Doc says with a hint of pleading in his voice.

“Don’t talk to me in riddles!” Wynonna says raising her voice and getting frustrated.

“How should I talk to you then?” Doc asks her

“Like you give a shit about me!” she yells at him.

Then it really starts…..

“YOU refused ME!” Doc hisses at her. Wynonna slaps his face. Well, Wynonna THAT IS TRUE.

“Wynonna, I DO care….” Doc says, but gets another slap across his face from Wynonna before he could continue.

Doc gets closer to her. “You are runnin’ out of road woman!” You can see his eyes starting to water. More likely from the emotions running raw than the slaps.

“Tell me what you are.” Wynonna demands. Doc doesn’t answer.

Wynonna slaps him a third time and this time the vampire anger emerges. His eyes glowing and his teeth bared and a deep growl. He suddenly stops himself, covers his mouth as he calms down and backs up away from her.

“Kate. You let her do this?” Wynonna asks. Doc has visible tears in his eyes. “She had you.” Wynonna adds.

“It was the only way.” Doc says……a lame excuse.

“What about us? What about….ALICE?” Wynonna asks him now crying herself. “What would our daughter say if she knew her father sold his soul?!” Wynonna demands of him, digging the knife deeper.

“You, of all people, should understand the sacrifices that have been made.” Doc says. Again….not a great excuse dude.

“You wanted your immortality that badly, you…..selfish asshole?!!” Wynonna screams at him tears streaming down her face.

“You watch your mouth!” Doc yells, coming at her again without the vampire face. Again, he quickly recedes realizing he snapped again.

“BITE ME.” Wynonna says right in his face.

She starts to back towards the door. “There are some…..advantages…..to you being a vampire” she says to him. Doc, tears in his eyes, shakes his head. He knows what she is getting at. “John Henry Holliday, you’re not welcome in my home anymore.” Wynonna says…sealing his fate of being able to step foot inside the house ever again.

Doc, tears running down his face, tries to plead with her. “Don’t do this.”

Wynonna turns and opens the door. “No, YOU did this” she says as she steps inside and shuts the door.

Wynonna takes a few steps inside and stops. She is totally stunned by this, but most of all her heart is broken.

Okay….I am crying. My heart is broken. I love Doc and wish he and Wynonna would work this out. I keep praying that maybe the vampirism is reversible somehow, but unlikely. This final outcome is BOTH of their faults. Wynonna….I mean come on! You keep pushing away a man you love over and over again because you are afraid and don’t think you deserve him. His wife is back in the picture. Where the hell do you think he was going to go if he felt you didn’t want him? You were busy screwing Charlie to try to forget your feelings! However, Charlie is reversible. He can be pushed out of the picture. Whereas Doc……Doc, you were selfish as hell. You have always worried about losing your immortality. Even if your tuberculosis is returning, it can be cured in this day and age. You don’t run to your wife and the second thing your do (first thing was sleeping with her) is fall for her bullshit and let her turn you. Wynonna reacted just like I would have.

We don’t have too many episodes left, so this is going to stress me the hell out the rest of the season isn’t it?

Please….Please tell me what your thoughts are on this episode and the whole Doc / Wynonna dynamic!

#Wynonna Earp #WynonnaEarp #Melanie Scrofano #Dominique Provost-Chalkley #Tim Rozon #Purgatory #Waverly Earp #Doc Holliday

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for-the-fantasy · 6 years

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So Much Has Happened, But Nothing Has Changed. Chapter Seven.

MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNINGS: angsty, mentions of drug abuse, swearing.

So hey everyone lol, or more like hey to the three people who read this! I haven’t updated in forever so who knows if you’ll even see this but this is chapter 7! Would absolutely love some feedback from you guys if you have time! <3

The black SUV pulled up to Jared’s unkempt and lonely house, he stared out of the window, sighing at the sight of what he had to come home to. He opened the car door gingerly, grabbed his bags and made his way towards the front door.

The house was just as he’d left it, untouched and unloved, a collection of mail had gathered at the foot of the door and Jared kicked it to one side, he traipsed into the front room and collapsed onto the couch, sheer exhaustion and withdrawal taking over. He reached over to the coffee table and pulled out a bag of white powder, a stash he’d managed to save for a rainy day. He leant back letting his body relax into the couch and shook his head, he wasn’t going to be leaving here anytime soon.

A week and half had passed since Jared was forced to return home and he had barely left his living room, he had been all consumed by drugs and alcohol, the only thing that would take him away, if only for a while. Shannon had tried, Jordan had tried and even his mother had tried, yet no one could pull him out of his dark hole. He was left to wallow in his loneliness when he came across a tiny polaroid photo hidden at the bottom of his bedside drawer. It was of him and Addison, way before they were even together, when they were just friends. Her tiny frame wrapped up in his arms, their bodies just fitting together. They’re laughing and joking about something, maybe about Jared’s new haircut, he smiled to himself as he moved his finger over the photo, the first time in what felt like months. He remembered that day like it was yesterday, they had gone up to their ‘spot’ as they liked to call it and had spent the warm summers day without a care in the world. He hadn’t been there in years and just as he felt his eyes begin to mist over, he propped the photo up against the lamp on the bedside table. He perched himself on the end of his bed, wiping a single tear from his eyes and reaching for the phone. ~~~ Addison was rushing around as usual, making sure Ava had her packed lunch ready and all her books and pens were packed properly in her backpack, making her sit at the table and eat her breakfast quickly, whilst also trying to get herself ready, she was rushing from room to room, “Ava! Have you seen my other shoe?” “No!” Ava called out from the kitchen Addison sighed and made her way up the stairs, just as she was halfway up she heard the phone ringing from her bedroom, “For God’s sake” she muttered, frustrated and running into her room, she crawled across the bed to reach the phone, “Hello?” she answered, a little more aggressively than she had intended. Silence “Hello?” she said, louder this time “Ugh” she muttered and just as she was about to put the phone down an ever so familiar voice filled her ears “Addison?” the breath hitched in her throat as she lowered herself back onto the bed “I didn’t even know if you had the same number, it’s been so long” the voice was apprehensive, “Jared” she whispered They were both silent, not knowing what to say Addison retracted back into herself, battling with her thoughts and the knowledge that a daughter he didn’t even know existed was just downstairs oblivious to all of this. “I don’t know why you called here” she mustered up the courage “I can’t talk to you” “Addison. Please. I need you. Meet me at our spot. Today at 1. Please I need you more than ever” She closed her eyes, tears spilling over and without another word she hung up the phone. Had that really just happened? She thought to herself. Am I dreaming? “Mom!” Ava’s voice called up to her, snapping her out of her trance and back down to reality. Addison took in a deep breath and wiped her eyes “Just a second!” she called back, lifting herself slowly from the bed and making her way downstairs to continue on with her day.

Addison felt sick to her stomach.

She tapped her nails on the wooden desk that she had been sat at all morning. She had been answering emails and seeing to business as usual but no matter what she did she couldn’t get that phone call out of her mind.

“I need you more than ever.”

Jared’s words echoed through her head, playing on a constant loop and driving her insane.

“What?” She thought. “After all these years.”

She took a deep breath looking up at the clock on the office wall.

12:30 it read.

She sighed heavily, putting her face in her hands “Oh, Jared”

Shaking her head, she stood, grabbing her bag and coat and making her way to the door,

“I’m taking lunch early, forward any calls to Paula” she called to her assistant, Jen, without even looking at her. She was at the door before she had even finished her sentence.

“Am I really doing this?” she thought as she sat at the steering wheel of her car, too scared to start the engine.

Finally, she reversed out of the parking lot and began the journey, hands shaking as she lowered her sunglasses onto her face, tears already forming in the corners of her eyes.

As she got closer, the memories began to swirl around her mind. Easier and happier times, when Jared was just a friend, nothing more, before he became successful, before everything was ruined.

Addie’s breath was shaky as she stopped her car at the spot. A place that once made her feel calm and peaceful now made her feel anxious and unhappy. She got out of her car, Jared was nowhere to be seen as she leant against the door, taking in what she saw. The greenery which was once rich and beautiful was now overgrown with weeds and litter. Clearly the local teenagers had found this place and used it as their own. She turned to look over the hills, the smog of the city dancing gently over them on this overcast, heavy day.

She looked at her watch, 1:20.

“Was he even coming?” she thought to herself “Or have I finally gone crazy and just imagined this whole thing”.

She perched herself on the hood of her car as she heard something behind her. The sound of car wheels on the gravel and the switching off of an engine. She whipped her head round and her breath hitched in her throat.

It was Jared. Emerging from his car. He looked the same but different. His hair was long now, tied in a messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, his blue eyes that haunted her were hidden behind dark sunglasses and he looked thinner than she remembered, his jacket and scarf hiding it well but she noticed.

“Addison” he said quietly.

She stood from the bonnet of her car not knowing whether to hug him or keep a safe distance.

“How ya been?” he smiled but she didn’t buy it. “you look good”, His face, although hidden by his sunglasses, was painted with sorrow and pain.

“Good Thanks” she was lost for words at the sight of him, “What about you?”

“Yeah fine. Good too actually” he lied through his teeth and she still saw through it. He removed his sunglasses and there they were, those blue eyes that Ava had inherited. Addison’s mind went to Ava, a million and one thoughts rushed through her mind and she was conflicted. How could she tell him? Was he even sober? Those eyes that she had loved forever were glazed over and vacant. It made her angry. What the hell had happened to him?

“I own a TV, Jared, I see what they say about you. Is it true?” she couldn’t help herself from saying it.

He was taken back by the blunt question, furrowing his eyebrows, he cleared his throat.

“Oh come on, Addie, you know they embellish those stories” he gave her a playful smile that she did not reciprocate.

“Why did you call me here, Jared?” she narrowed her eyes and looked disapprovingly at the façade that he was trying to convince her of.

“Addie, I’m back, I wanted to see you!” He smiled wide and moved towards her trying to get her into his grip. She pulled backwards dodging his hands and moving away from her car and making him stumble. Laughing groggily, he held his hands up, shrugging his shoulders “C’mon Addie! What, it can’t be like old times?”

“What have you done to yourself?” she said quiet and disapproving, shaking her head “I barely recognise you” her calm was quickly turning into controlled anger, staring intently and lowering her voice, “Everything we sacrificed. Our whole relationship down the fucking drain so that you could end up like this? We couldn’t be together. I let you go so that you could be the best. So that you could make history. Now look at you! Who even are you?” emotions building, she moved closer towards him “The Jared I knew would never have let himself go like this! Falling out of fucking nightclubs with a needle sticking out of your fucking arm. You think I don’t read the articles? You think I don’t see the news? You come here as if we could just start from where we left off? You’re disgusting.”

His eyes grew dark, a rage building inside him that Addison had never seen before. Moving intimidatingly close to the tiny blonde’s face, he saw red,

“And you know what you are? You’re despicable! You told me to go! You left me! I was willing to give it all up for you! I would have worked from here and not got caught up in all of the fucking bullshit. Whilst you’re telling me to look at myself why don’t you look in the fucking mirror, Addison? At least I’ve lived a fucking life. What kind of life have you lived? Still in the same fucking house! Still refusing any help with your father no doubt”—

“Don’t you dare talk about my Dad you piece of shit.” Now almost nose to nose, Addison looked up at the hollow skin of a man she thought she loved.

“Why not? He’s the only thing you ever fucking talked about when we were together!” Jared moved away, kicking the ground as he stormed towards his car.

“He died, Jared! My Dad died.” Addison shouted “He’s dead, you fucking asshole”

The air fell silent. As they both caught their breath, Jared turned to face her, now staring at one another straight in the eyes. His expression of anger softened as the gravity of what she had told him hit. Addison shook her head, angrily wiping unwanted tears from her eyes as she moved towards her own car.

“Oh,Addison, stop, don’t, please, just wait a second.” He ran after her and reached for her arm, this time softly, the way he used to. Addison stopped in her tracks as she felt his familiar touch. The years fell away as she let out a breath, she closed her eyes and his voice this close in her ear made her feel as if they were ten years younger again. She turned to face him and broke. All the hurt and anger that she had been holding for so long washed away and she was brought into his familiar embrace.

He comforted her, kissing the top of her head and rubbing his hands on her back, this is the Jared she remembered, “I had a baby, Jared” she whispered between sobs

He didn’t hear at first, “What?” he whispered back, holding onto her upper arms as he moved her to get a better view of her face.

“I had a baby,” she covered her face with her hands “your baby”

#so much has happened but nothing has changed #jared leto #Jared Leto Fanfic #Thirty Seconds to Mars #30stm #echelon #love #chapter 7 #shannon leto

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mel-the-fangirl · 7 years

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Lady Killer - Requested

Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2,174 (wooooo)

Requested by: anonymous

“Can you do one where tom is like sort of a player and you like him but pushed your feelings aside since he would never commit. But then he realizes he loved you the whole time you were friends and tries to win you back after you started dating someone etc etc??”

I have two completely different versions for this one, I’m such a mess lol. I am so so sorry this took forever. Ily. Good lord, I hope you like this one. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW. I’m sorry!!

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“So what was her name this time?”

“I’m not entirely sure.. I think it was DeeDee? Something along those lines.”

“Your phone says it was Corinne and she thanks you for an amazing night.”

“Oi, give that here!”

Your friend, Tom, snatched his phone from your hands. Although hanging out with him was always the highlight of your day, there were always unanswered texts and missed calls that you would spot on his phone from different numbers that made your blood boil.

Tom was a full blown player, he didn’t look like it but that was what he was. And what were you? Oh, you were just his best girl friend (note the space between the words), who would hang out with him all the time until a booty call worth his attention called him away.

You were also his best girl friend who was in love with him, very reluctantly in love. It was such an unpleasant cliché, falling for a handsome, wickedly charming lady killer like Tom. Why you kept hanging out with him, you didn’t know why. Actually you did. You kept hanging out because you loved being with him.

But whatever, right?

“How did I get DeeDee from Corinne?” Tom mumbled to himself, standing from his seat. You two were on the train, heading back to his apartment from a late lunch. Your stop had just been called.

“Excuse me.”

You two turned around to find a chesty blonde eyeing Tom flirtily.

Really? On public transportation?

The blonde slyly handed Tom a slip of paper and winked at him before walking off to another part of the train. The doors opened and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough, your feet carried you speedily towards the turnstiles.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”

Tom caught up with you and placed an arm around your shoulders, you really, really wanted to shrug him off but you didn’t want him to know you were affected. You two exited the train station like that, his arm around you. People looking on the outside would assume that you two were together and you wished they were right.

It was such a lovely day, as lovely as it could get in grey old London. The sun surely wasn’t going to be shining any time soon but it wasn’t as dreary and miserable as it usually was and it certainly wasn't as dreary and miserable as you.

“What’s up?” Tom asked you once you reached the park in his neighbourhood. He sat on one of the benches and patted the space next to him.

“What do you mean?” you asked as you sat

A harsh gust of wind blew past, making your hair fly into your face. You heard Tom laugh as he scooted closer to help you out. His hands wove into your wild hair, smoothing it back so you could finally see. The feel of his fingers combing through your hair was soothing, you closed your eyes momentarily.

“Y/N, we've been friends for quite some time, love. Don't you think I'd know when something's bothering you?” he spoke softly, tracing your cheekbone with the tip of his fingers

It felt heavenly.

“Was it the blonde on the train? I won't call her if you don't want me to. She's pretty fit though, it'd be a shame to miss out.” he mumbled the last part under his breath

That made you crash back down to earth. Why did he always have to ruin moments like this with his stupidity. You caught his hand before he could touch you again and you gave him a tight smile.

“Don't flatter yourself, Tom. I'm not jealous, I just got a bit dizzy.”

“Oh, so you don't mind if I call her up?” he already had his phone out, typing in the number on the little piece of paper he was given

“I'll be a minute, Y/N.” he kissed you on the cheek and went farther away, phone pressed to his ear

Why did it have to be like this? You just couldn't understand it, was there something wrong with you? How come Tom couldn't see you that way? Why was he always looking for something else when you were right there at his side?

All the questions floating around in your head didn't have answers, none that you could find, at least. You'd always tried your best to push aside your feelings for Tom since he was.. Well, Tom, and he didn't want anything serious. But every time you looked at him and he gave you that stupid smile, it felt hopeless.

Tom walked back to you, a smug look on his face.

“Got your date?" you asked, hoping his answer wouldn't hurt you too much

“Don't I always?” he replied, sitting back down and stretching his arms above his head

Ugh.

The following weeks, you and Tom continued your tradition of meeting for a late lunch then sitting at the park, swapping stories. The names in his would change regularly while only one name was the headline of yours.

“Y/N, you talk about this Sebastian a lot. Is there something I should know?” he questioned once he finally got fed up with it

You couldn't help the rosy blush that coated your cheeks, Tom noticed it and felt his heart drop. He waited for your reply with mild nervousness.

“Well.. Sebastian is the guy I'm dating, sort of."

“Dating? You're.. Dating someone?”

The stare he was giving you almost bore holes onto your face. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Jesus, Tom. Is that really so unbelievable?” you ran a hand through your hair, flustered

“No! No, that's not what I meant, Y/N! I just.. You do talk about him a lot but I didn't know you were dating him.”

Or anyone actually, he thought to himself. Tom crossed his arms and squared his shoulders, struggling to push off the uneasy feeling he was getting.

“So, tell me about him.”

You fiddled with the ring on your index finger, twisting it around and around. Tom observed the soft smile that was beginning to form on your lips.

“Well, he's quite nice really. Handsome.”

Tom rolled his eyes but you went on, giddiness blooming in your chest. He watched you beneath furrowed brows, the light in your eyes, the way you radiated a different aura when you talked about this Sebastian. He didn't like it one bit.

“Don’t tell me you fancy him already.” he didn't like the jealous undertones in his voice. He wasn't jealous. He shouldn't even be jealous.

“Maybe I do.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You've been on what, a couple of dates?” he scoffed in an attempt to hide how hurt he was starting to feel

“At least it’s been a couple of dates, you bed your date in the same fucking night.” you retorted harshly

Neither of you spoke, the stinging truth of what you said was still making its rounds within Tom. You wished you could feel bad, the way he was dejectedly looking down at his hands should've made you want to apologise. But it didn't.

“I'm going to head home. Text you whenever.”

He didn’t acknowledge that you said anything nor did he make a move as you left. Tom remained there on the bench, deep in thought.

Later that night you were all dressed up and ready for your date with Sebastian. He'd texted you that he was on his way but it’s been quite some time since then, it wasn't like him to be late and not let you know.

You were just about to call him to ask where he was when there was a knock on your door. You excitedly rushed to get it.

“Hey, I was just about to call you-”

“Well, I'm glad to hear that.”

There was indeed a handsome man on your doorstep, but it wasn’t the one you were expecting. Tom was standing in front of you, a big smile on his face.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” you hissed, stepping out and shutting the door behind you

He just gave you a dazzling smile in response, it just made your heart flutter. You hated it how even though he manages to piss you off monumentally, just one smile could thaw your initially icy demeanor towards him.

Before you could even stop yourself, a smile came unbidden onto your face. Once Tom saw you smiling back at him, he visibly relaxed. Because if his initial plan of standing at your doorstep while he smiled charmingly at you didn’t work, he’d have to resort to plan B, which was getting down on his knees and begging you not to slam the door in his face.

“I’m glad you’re dressed, you look beautiful, darling.”

Heat climbed up to your cheeks at his compliment. Despite dating Sebastian, and despite Sebastian being so sweet and nice, Tom still owned your heart, he always has.

“Tom, what are you doing here? I have a date, he should be arriving any minute now.” you made it a point to look up and down your street, searching for any sign of Sebastian

“That Sebastian really is nice.” he told you as he led you into his car, you wondered why you were just going along with him.

He slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“What made you say that?” you asked as he left your street

“Well.. I might have.. Intercepted him as he arrived at your house. He was quite gracious about it.” Tom sounded impressed

“Oh my God, Tom. What the hell is this? Where the hell are we even going?”

“This is a date. And it’s a secret, sort of.” he stated, plain and simple. Tom Holland was finally taking you out on an actual date, after years of friendship and your one-sided feelings.

This certainly wasn’t what you thought you’d be doing with your night. A hijacked date and your womanising friend driving you to some mysterious location.

Turns out the mysterious location wasn’t exactly mysterious. Tom had taken you to the park in his neighbourhood, the park where you two always went. You climbed out into the cool night, Tom brought out a picnic basket and a few blankets.

You made the familiar trek to yours and Tom’s usual bench but as you walked closer, you noticed that fairy lights were strung along the sides, making it look like it was glowing.

“You did this?” you asked

“Uh, yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, chagrined. “I know it’s not much.”

“It’s beautiful.” you mumbled as you sat down

Tom set the picnic basket down on the ground and wrapped a blanket around yourselves. He sat facing you, you felt the need to position yourself the same way. And so you two sat there, the fairy lights projecting shapes and shadows on your faces.

“Y/N,” he began, taking your hand in his “You’ve always been so kind to me, so patient. You’ve always been a good friend and you’ve always been there for me, even when I was being an asshole. And I never deserved any of it.”

You started to shake your head but he squeezed your hand to stop you from saying anything.

“Just, let me finish.” he took a deep breath and continued, “I never deserved you, Y/N. The things I’ve been doing, how I’ve acted, I know you never approved but you never said anything, you just let me be myself until I realised that I wanted to change.”

“And that’s what I love about you. You never pressured me to be something I’m not but I’m ready to change now, Y/N. It took you dating someone else just to make it all clear for me. I’ve been so busy getting caught up in other people,” his eyebrows knitted together

“That I didn’t see that I had this amazing person right next to me. And I’m sorry, Y/N, I apologise from the bottom of my heart that-that it took so long for me to realise..” Tom trailed off, gazing into your eyes like a man seeing colour for the first time in a field of flowers in the spring

The weight of his words began to sink in, you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Y-You mean..?” you stammered

He nodded, scootching closer to you. His hands moved up and down your arms.

“I’m here, if you’ll have me. Flaws and all. I know it might be hard considering.. What I was like, but Y/N, I promise you. On my mum’s life. I won’t hurt you. I may already have before but I swear to you,” Tom’s eyes shone with such emotion against the glow of the fairy lights

“I swear I will take care of you, I will love you and only you for the rest-”

You’d heard enough, you leaned over and pressed your lips against his.

Finally.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #sam holland #harry holland #holland family #hollanders #quacksons #requested #REQUESTS ARE CLOSED #finally i managed to finish a request

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suspiciouslycurly · 7 years

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“I could really get in trouble here...”

Swarmed with an unexpected wave of inspiration (I get those once every couple years lol), I commited this one-shot something - and since I probably won’t be writing anything else anytime soon, I decided to keep it on my main blog. It’s long and it’s bad but it’s about Jack and I hope maybe I’ll manage to put a little smile on your faces :)

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What: Jack Lowden gets on board a plane and a certain flight attendant catches his attention

Word count: 1776

Warnings: none

“Security search completed”, she reported to the chief purser of the upcoming flight and drifted off to the front galley of the plane, as she was assigned to the business class this time.

“Ugh, why again…”, she mumbled to herself while nervously looking at the watch on her wrist, painfully aware the passengers could arrive on board any second.

She wasn’t a fan of her flight attendant job - to say the least - and long haul flights were a nightmare she wished she could avoid; in turn, life had decided not to go easy on her and instead of burying herself under her own sheets and sleeping forever (or at least until things got better, which didn’t seem too likely to her) in her own bed she now also had to face business class passengers - and they weren’t exactly the easiest to please, could as well become a real pain in the arse on a ten-hour flight. It came as no surprise that also her personal life was in pieces thanks to her very irregular schedule - waking up all alone in random hotel rooms around the world might have seemed exciting to some but to her it was what made her lonelier than ever.

“Psst, passengers are coming”, her colleague said and made her come back to reality.

‘Here we go again… God, give me patience’, she thought, fixed her lipstick and put on her signature smile.

The passengers started flowing in, slowly filling the business class seats. As she smiled at a lady in what seemed like an expensive designer coat, she felt someone else’s stare on her. She lifted her head curiously just to lock her eyes with an incredibly handsome man with a beard and a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes, standing behind a couple other passengers waiting to walk through the plane door. She felt her heart drop to her stomach, as he looked very familiar, she just couldn’t place him anywhere…

Her eyes widened in shock as she suddenly remembered where she might have seen him before. ‘Wait, is that… can that be?’, random thoughts started filling her head. ‘No way… is there?’

“Welcome on board, sir, may I see your boarding pass please?”, she stormed to the middle galley, barely hearing her colleague talking to the blue-eyed man. She also didn’t notice him observing her sudden escape with a very amused look on his face.

“Can I borrow the passenger list for a sec?”, she asked another flight attendant and took the piece of paper in her hands. She skimmed through the never-ending column of names just to find what she’d already been expecting to find:

LOWDEN, JACK ANDREW – seat 3F

‘No way in hell.’

She sighed anxiously, remembering all too well how amazed she was with his performance in Dunkirk, and it made her feel even worse than she already had before. Her back slouched and with no energy left in her, she walked back to the front of the plane.

“Go serve the welcome drinks, I have to take care of something real quick”, her colleague said and left her with a tray in her hand and a puzzled look on her face.

‘Ugh, get yourself together, even if it’s him you’re still at work here, be professional for heaven’s sake!’, she scolded herself and put her smile back on.

As she was maneuvering between passengers and serving them cold glasses of champagne, she could swear that Lowden guy was watching her every move, smiling to himself as she smiled at other passengers.

“Would you like some champagne, sir?”, she finally asked him feeling so anxious she was shaking from head to toe.

“Champagne from a beautiful lady, what else could I ask for?”, he said, giving her a long stare and not blinking even once. “Except maybe for drinking the champagne with the lady herself, ‘f course”, he added and giggled.

She could feel all her walls come down. ‘God, stop it, I’m trying to work here’, she thought and tried to remain as poised as she could being all shaky.

“Ye probably get that a lot, don’t ye”, he stated with a smirk.

“Not really, no…”, she murmured more to herself than to be heard by him, remembering all the obnoxious passengers she’d had to deal with before. She hated when they tried to get too close, one because she had to follow certain rules and they’d often make it difficult for her to stay calm, acting all almighty because they could afford a seat in business class; two as even though she was obviously working in hospitality, she was more introverted than she let on and sometimes people invading her personal space would simply drive her crazy. Plus she always felt like the ugly one among her crew members.

It was somewhat different with him around though, she slowly realised. His small talk wouldn’t annoy her at all, in fact, she slowly started to feel like she could actually survive this flight without feeling the urge to kill someone.

Whenever she walked past him, he’d rotate his head to catch a glimpse of her entirety; whenever she was serving meals or drinks together with another flight attendant, he would only look at her and completely ignore the other one, finding a thousand excuses just to catch her attention. When the service was finished and she came up to him to collect his dirty dishes, he started chatting with her about whatever came to his mind; he could see something was wrong, he noticed that even though she smiled at him, her eyes would stay sad and he just couldn’t bear that so he’d throw the dumbest jokes at her just to somehow ease that pain he could see in her.

Finally, when food had already been served and most passengers drifted off to sleep, she had some time to herself as she was left all alone in the front galley in her duty time. She was flipping through some women’s magazine she’d found in one of the compartments, a paper cup of tea in her hand. As much as she despised her job, she could get used to those moments of temporary calm. This time was a little bit different though, as Jack Lowden was in fact on the same flight as her. She couldn’t shake off the feeling he was probably still staring at her through the walls that very moment.

She was deep lost in her thoughts when she heard a raspy voice ending with a soft chuckle:

“Ohh, so there ye were!”

She jumped from her seat, completely taken-aback by him appearing behind her out of nowhere, spilling her tea all over her uniform dress in result.

“Can I do anything for you, sir?”, she asked confused, trying to somehow take control of that utterly ridiculous situation.

“Oh no no no, don’t do that! Lemme help ye”, he rushed to her rescue and grabbed a paper towel from the counter.

“This is seriously the worst…”, she mumbled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, sir, I’m going to take care of that, could you please go back to your seat? I’ll bring you anything you need in a sec”, she added rushedly while trying to get the stain off herself.

“Nah, ye know… We’re still hanging in the air and all, could’ve ended up crashin’ or somethin’… Today’s not really the worst if ye ask me”, he laughed and scratched his head. “Jack”, he added, putting the used towel back on the counter and taking her right hand in his to plant a kiss on it.

“Y/N”, she said, giving up her official tone at last. She slowly looked up at him, just to be met with two mesmerisingly blue eyes, and instantly felt dizzy.

“But please don’t write any letters of complaint later just because you made me speak to you unofficially”, she added and winked at him, just because it felt right at that very moment. Her nervousness slowly started to subside, being exchanged with bits of self-confidence she never knew she had.

“Can I show you something?”, she asked, pulling him closer to the small window placed in the plane door. “Look”.

At first he couldn’t see anything but pitch black space all around the plane but when she pressed a button under the window, everything suddenly became the bluest sky one could possibly imagine, and the horizon was made of fields of fluffy clouds, white as December snow.

“Woah… almost as beautiful as ye”, he said amazed and squeezed her hand tighter.

“We’re landing in about three hours, do you think you can let me work for at least that much?”, she turned to him and smirked. “I could really get in trouble here, the pilots are so close they could even be listening to us right now…”

“Let ‘em listen, let ‘em know they’ve a true gem on board and I’m gonna snatch it for myself”, he gave her a mischievous look before finally bursting into laughter.

“Right…”, she said skeptically and pouted her lips.

“Can I borrow a pen, love?”, Jack asked, moving his eyes from her face to her cleavage where she had previously clipped a pen on her dress’s rim. His stare made her laugh nervously all over again.

“S… sure?”

He took the pen from her as she handed it to him and leaned over her, getting way too close to call it appropriate in that situation. She felt her heart pump blood harder and faster than ever, it seemed like it could just burst out of her chest anytime. He reached to the counter behind her for a napkin with the airline logo, still looking deep into her eyes, their faces dangerously close yet not quite close enough.

“Call me, yeah?”, he pulled back, quickly scribbled his number on the napkin and put it into her hand. “Pleaseee…?”, he added, waves of hope storming through his intensely blue eyes.

“I… I might”, she teased, trying to compose herself again now when he backed out a little and was out of her comfort zone. “Unless the pilots really heard us and you just got me in serious trouble”, she smiled widely, this time also with her eyes, and put the napkin in her pocket. She didn’t know why but whenever he was around, she felt like life wasn’t all that bad after all.

“Ye tease!”, he left out a soft chuckle and pulled her into a bear hug, feeling her relax in his arms and completely ignoring the sound of footsteps behind the curtain getting closer with each second.

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I was wondering if you could write a fic (inspired by the Extra gum commercial) where for every momentous event that happened in their life (First meet, first kiss, etc), Jughead writes about his feelings about her and he compiles all his little notes until the end where he gives it to Betty before proposing to her Ps. if you could have it where Jughead includes his proposal note for Betty to read before he actually proposes to her, I'll probably die from the feels

Ah! Sorry this took so long, I loved the idea so much but I wasn’t sure how I wanted to execute it so I hope it does this amazing request justice!

A/N: I wasn’t sure of when they first met in canon, so I just made something up. Sorry if it’s totally wrong lol. Also, I referenced a fic I wrote about their first date so you can find that here. Hope you like it @jeemyjamz!!!

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Betty stepped into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe expecting to find Jughead waiting for her in the same booth they had been meeting at since they were kids. Instead, she found the entire restaurant decorated the way it had been on their first date nearly ten years ago, twinkle lights and candles illuminating the entire room in a beautiful white light that made everything glow.

“Juggie?” Betty called out to the empty restaurant, scanning the room from one end to the other for any sign of him and realizing that he was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked as though there was no one working in the kitchen or behind the counter either. She was completely alone. And it was starting to make her nervous.

“Okay, don’t freak out, you’re fine,” Betty muttered to herself, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it into a booth next to her. But instead of landing in the booth, the long black coat missed the seat completely and landed into a heap on the floor. Frustrated, Betty bent down to retrieve it when she noticed markings on the tile that hadn’t been there the previous day. “What’s this?”

Betty leaned forward to find that a line of arrows were drawn in thick black marker all along the tiled floor. Curious, Betty followed their lead until she ended up standing in front of the same booth she had thought she would find Jughead when she first entered the restaurant. But instead of her boyfriend, she found a thick, leather-bound journal waiting for her on the table. Picking it up, she noticed the sticky note stuck to the cover and smiled to herself, reading the words slowly as she took in the familiar slant of Jughead’s handwriting.

“Betty Cooper, if you weren’t such as grade-A super sleuth, I wouldn’t have trusted you to find this - but luckily for me, you’re a much better detective than I ever was so I suspect you have found the journal and are reading this note right now. I guess I should tell you that I’m giving this to you because I’ve been writing in this book since I was ten-years-old and every single entry is a memory of our time together. I’ve marked the ones of the most interest and am hoping that you will read them and not think less of me. Once you’ve reached the last page and you have followed the directions, you will find me waiting for you. Have fun traveling down memory lane. See you on the other side.”

Taking a deep breath, Betty opened to the first marked page and began to read.

The First Day of Kindergarten (Age 5)

This is the day I first met you. I saw your parents dropping you off in the classroom and remember thinking that you had the shiniest blonde hair I had ever seen. All I could think about the entire day - during nap time and recess and snack - was running up to you and pulling on that curly blonde ponytail of yours. So I did. And while most of the girls in our class would have cried or screamed or thrown blocks at my head, you simply turned around, smiled that sweet smile of yours, and said, “Hi. I’m Betty Cooper. If you want, you can sit with me on the carpet during circle time. I’ll even let you touch my ponytail. All you have to do is ask.” I couldn’t believe it. A five-year-old with better manners than most of the adults in my life. My mind couldn’t fully grasp it, and I knew, even if I didn’t fully understand it at the time, that my entire world was about to change. So once I learned how to write in complete sentences without fully botching the grammar - that’s when I started this journal for you. A journal of all the times you changed my life. A journal of how my world continues to change everyday because of you.

Betty flipped to the next page and immediately noticed that the handwriting had changed. These were the entries that he had written when he was a kid. And they were addressed to her.

The Day You Let Me Sit On Your Swing Set (Age 10)

I spent most of the day crying. My dad’s drinking again. He’s so angry at mom and Jellybean is scared and I just needed to get away from them. So I took Jellybean and we just kept walking until we found ourselves in front of your house. You saw us and without saying a word, you led us into your backyard. You got Jellybean a popsicle because you saw that she was sad, and then we just sat on your swing set thinking of silly names to call the birds landing in your yard until your mom came home. It made be feel a little better. That was really nice of you and I’ll never forget it.

The Day of the Middle School Dance (Age 13)

I hate participating in school sanctioned-activities. I would rather stick a dozen pins in my eyes and beat them down with a hammer than be seen in a ridiculous suit and tie, parading through the cheaply-decorated school gym like I’m oblivious to the way everyone is looking at me like I’m the scum of the Earth but talk to me anyway because I’m friends with Archie. But anyway, I saw you sitting on the curb outside of the school, looking down at your shoes like there was a piece of gum stuck on the bottom. (But there wasn’t, I remember checking when you lifted your feet off the ground so Reggie wouldn’t run over them with his skateboard). So I sat next to you and asked you why you were sad. You said you didn’t want to talk about it, but I could see you staring at Archie from across the parking lot and I knew you were sad he didn’t ask you to the dance. I knew how badly you wanted to go. So I asked you to come to the dance with me instead. To my surprise you said yes. And we had a good time. And I think that if you wanted me to ask you to another dance, I would do it. Because I think you look really pretty in a dress. (Well, I always think you look pretty). But seeing you in a dress was different somehow. It made my heart beat really fast. And I think I liked how that felt.

The Day of Our First Kiss (Age 16)

Something has changed between us. Something I could never put into words. Something that, if I even tried to say it out loud, I would never be able to explain it in a way that would do it justice. So I climbed into your bedroom to see if you were alright after visiting Polly and I wanted to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. I wanted you to know that things had changed and you could count on me to be there for you. So I kissed you. And it was like a weight being lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. It felt so natural. It felt like I was meant to kiss you like that everyday for the rest of forever. And who knows, maybe I will. Although, let’s face it - we both know I’m not lucky enough to deserve that - to deserve you. I never have been.

The Day I Told You I Loved You (Age 17)

Today was the best and worst day of my life. My father’s funeral felt like it lasted an entire lifetime. It was cold and wet and gave every indication that it was recreated from a scene straight out of a Poe novel. But you were right by my side the entire time and it made it (almost) bearable to be standing there watching him get lowered into the ground. You held me when I cried. You pulled me away when I let my anger get the better of me and punched my hand through the stained glass window of the church. And when you were wrapping the bandage around my wound I felt this voice screaming at me - you have to tell her. You have to tell her before it’s too late because too late might be tomorrow and life is just too short to waste any moments. So I told you. I told you and you smiled and you said it back. And I cried again because I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that. But you do. And I know I don’t deserve it, but I will never take it for granted.

The Day You Left Riverdale (Age 19)

I should hate you. I should be glad you’re gone and hope you never step foot on this godforsaken town’s soil ever again. I should want to wish the worst for you and hope you never succeed in anything you do. But I’m not the person I would have been if I had never met you. You changed me. So I can’t hate you. I’m too in love with you to hate you. And it kills me to write this so bluntly, but there’s no other way to put it - This sucks. And it’s you’re fault.

The Day You Came Back (Age 23)

The moment you stepped into my office, I knew I had to be having one of those hallucinations one gets when they’re stuck in the desert for days without food or water. You couldn’t be real. You couldn’t be walking towards me with your hair pulled back and your face even more beautiful than I remembered. But there you were. You were you. And I was me. And I had so much to say. So much you needed to know. But instead, I took a step towards you, and you looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I realized that I couldn’t stand another second of not touching you. So I took your face in my hands and I kissed you and suddenly we didn’t need words. We just needed each other. And that was enough.

Betty wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to the next page. “Flip to the last page and close your eyes,” the words read, causing Betty’s head to swim with so many thoughts and emotions she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Doing as the journal instructed, she skipped to the very last page and shut her eyes before she could read what was written. She could hear faint footsteps coming towards her and her palms began to sweat as she clutched the journal with both hands.

“Open your eyes and look at the journal.” Jughead’s voice made her heart skip a beat as she slowly did as she was told and lifted the book to read the title of the last journal entry.

The Day I asked You To Marry Me (Age 25)

…To Be Continued

Betty’s heart stopped as she dropped the journal onto the floor and looked down to see the boy she had loved for so many years, kneeling before her with a velvet ring box in his hand.

“Bets, there are a thousand eloquent speeches I could have written to express how much you mean to me, but I don’t think we need the fancy words or heartfelt soliloquies anymore,” Jughead began, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he held the box out in front of him for her to see. “I think that all I need to say to you is this. I’ve been in love with you since the very first entry in that journal. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I think the fact that I felt the need to start it in the first place is proof enough. You’re my world, Betty Cooper, and I want to be able to fill a hundred more journals just like this one with every memory that we share together for the rest of time. Will you marry me?”

In that moment, every memory she had of Jughead flashed across her mind just like the pages in his journal. The boy who loved playing with her ponytail, the boy who needed a swing to swing on and a friend to watch birds with when he was feeling sad, the boy who could tell when she was sad and needed someone to go to the dance with, the boy who lit up her world like twinkle lights and decorative candles illuminating Pop’s. She had spent most of her life with this boy - this man - kneeling in front of her and she wanted to spend everyday that came next, right by his side.

Without a word, Betty took the journal from his hands and lunged for the pen on the counter, her hand shaking as she wrote furiously in the journal. Jughead’s throat closed up as he watched in anticipation, waiting for the girl he loved to answer the most important question he had ever asked in his entire life. Betty turned the journal so he could read it and he stood from his kneeling position to scoop her up into his arms, tossing the journal onto the floor so that it slid across the tile and revealed Betty’s words to the empty diner.

She said yes.

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