#i still have fourteen asks but i'm opening it back up don't MAKE ME REGRET THIS

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 13

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I look confused at the, still closed, tattoo studio. Usually, Mark is always here first -for no reason at all, he just likes being the first one to set everything ready. The only time he isn't here before the opening time is when he isn't coming for sure.

And I'm afraid that's what's going to happen today.

I check my phone, in case I've missed a call or a text from him, which is indeed what happened when I see his name with fourteen unread texts and three missing calls. And when I try to find out why I haven't heard it, I realize my phone has been on silent all this time -honestly, it's been on silent since I first got it, so it isn't really a surprise. I need to get rid of that habit.

When I check what he wanted to tell me, I see that he won't be coming today because he has a medical appointment. Nothing too serious.

I get inside, and start checking everything. First of all, and the most important, the number of clients I'll have today -for now. It seems like they'll be only a girl in the morning -I remember her, she came here one month ago and got an appointment earlier because I found her cute.

I'm sure she'll be annoying as fuck today only because of that.

While I'm checking my phone, I also see I have two unread texts from Y/n. And it's probably about last night.

Cocktease: You left your jacket at home

Cocktease: Hope you know you don't have to run away like a thief every time you're here.

I chuckle at her text, ever since we started, we haven't done much other than making out and maybe being a little touchy in the process, but I always try to stop before it goes further. Not because of her, but because I don't want to feel like she's rushing things.

Me: Bring it to the studio around eleven. I'm on my own.

Five minutes later after that text, I hear the door opening and that blonde showing up with a short skirt and a bright smile on her face as she walks to the counter.

—It's not open yet.

—Oh, really? —she bites her lip— I wanted to be early. Guess I'm too early.

But she never suggests leaving the studio and returning when it's the opening time. She just stands there, waiting for me to tell her something. Holding back a huff, I finally allow her to get in one of the rooms, so she can get ready before I start working on her tattoo.

Once I have the sticker, to follow the lines of her big tattoo, I join her inside the room, finding her lying on the chair, with her skirt a bit lifted up so I can work on her thigh.

—I need to get the machine ready —I warn her.

—It's alright —she shrugs.

Pressing my lips together, I walk over the tattoo machine, preparing the inks of different colors, the original drawing with all the colors she wanted, and everything else I will need during the process.

After I've asked her where exactly she'd want the tattoo to be placed, she redirects my hand a bit higher and takes more time than she should to let go of my fingers when I'm finally where she wants me to be.

Working on this one is hell. First of all, she tries to start some small talk that annoys me more than it should. She's just asking random questions to keep a conversation going, when I've already shown I don't want to keep the conversation going. She also keeps moving constantly, which forces me to call her out and hold her thigh to keep her still. And the worst of it all, she "accidentally" lifts her skirt enough to show me she's wearing no panties.

For fuck's sake.

Either way, I try to be as professional as I can, ignoring all of this is even happening so I can finish the tattoo as soon as possible.

And two hours later, it's finally done. My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile when I see that Y/n is standing next to the crystal shelves -filled with piercings- as she holds tight to my leather jacket.

That floral top she's wearing today looks amazing on her.

I rush to place myself behind the counter, so I can get rid of my customer and be alone with Y/n as soon as possible. But, of course, she won't leave the studio without trying to hit on me again.

—Do you have plans for tonight? —she casually mentions.

I still see Y/n rolling her eyes at that question, as she starts looking away from the both of us.

—My roommate is away for the... —I try to cut her off before she finishes the sentence, but someone talks before I do.

—You left your jacket at my place last night —Y/n stands next to her—. I only came to give it to you.

Leaving the jacket on the counter, I can see she's attempting to leave, but I stop her before she's even able to take one step towards the door.

—You can stay a bit —I let her know—. I'll finish up fast.

And just like that, the flirty smile turns into a serious expression that avoids any type of eye contact with me, before she almost runs away from the studio when I hand her the ticket.

—Why do you want me to stay? —Y/n finally asks when we're alone— You have work to do.

—I don't have any customers until three —I shrug.

She nods and looks away. And, with that, a loud silence surrounds us before I try to think about something we could talk about right now.

The deal.

—Did you do what I told you last night?

—Thinking about my past? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Sure, but do you want us to talk about that right now? —I see her frowning.

—Why not? —I lead her to the room where I work.

Giving me a tiny smile, she nods and walks to the door I pointed to. Walking behind her, I can see her head moving in different directions as she tries to get a glimpse of every small detail in my workplace, until she finally stands next to the tattoo chair.

I know she'll be nervous to talk about that if I'm only looking at her, so after sitting on my chair, I move to the little desk in the corner to work on the designs I have to do this afternoon.

—I had strict parents —she starts—. I rarely was allowed to leave the house, and sneaking away was impossible. It was a fucking bunker —she excuses herself—. I remember at some point they even installed a locator app on my phone when I got the first one at fourteen. And, trust me, dealing with the consequences of deactivating it was way worse than doing what I was told.

—Shit.

And I thought my parents were strict... Why would they do something like that?

—What about in school?

Even if you're controlled in your house, kids spend at least seven hours in school. There are a lot of things you can do around that time.

—Hmm —she finally sits on the tattoo chair—. In school I was too focused on my studies —she shrugs—. I had pretty good grades I had to maintain.

—Good grades and you ended up doing Fine Arts?

—You also did Fine Arts.

—How do you know? —but it doesn't take me too long to know how she got that information— Never mind. Soo —I lead the conversation back to its original topic—. What I meant is: I was a donkey in high school, but you were good at it. People that are good at studying usually go for... other types of degrees.

—Well, having the ability isn't the same as liking neither of those degrees or careers.

—You moved to New York for college, right? —I arch my eyebrows.

She, at first, looks confused by that statement, but she finally nods.

—Let's say I didn't really have the chance.

—You made no friends in college?

—My grandma paid for my studies, so I started working to pay her back. When people were doing extracurriculars or going to parties, I was heading to a call center to do the night shifts nobody wanted to do.

—And in class? —I insist.

—I didn't really feel like talking to anyone —her voice trembles slightly.

It seems like this conversation has brought her down, rather than lighting up her mood or trying to find a solution.

I wasn't lying when I said I was a donkey.

—Guys didn't try to make moves on you either? —she shakes her head— You probably scared them away with that bitch resting face —I joke, trying to bring the vibes of the conversation to our original dynamic— Yes! That one.

—You're an asshole.

—Thank you —I get up from my chair.

While I'm saving the drawing back to the paper folder, I hear her voice curiously saying:

—I thought tattoo artists used tablets for that.

—I rather work on paper.

I tried to work on Mark's iPad not long ago, and it ended awfully. Designs were mixed, if not deleted, and we both had to redo a lot of things. That's why I try to keep my hands away from that work.

—So? —she lifts her eyebrows— What was all that interrogatory for?

—I don't know —I shrug—. I was curious. Maybe it could be of use in the future.

That way, I can also know how social she used to be or what her friendship dynamics were as she grew up. But it's more difficult knowing I have no base, and nothing to work on right now. She's like a blank canvas.

—And why did we meet here? We could've met up at my place.

—We've met at your place the other times —I move closer to her, after I've sat back on my chair.

—Then yours.

I haven't taken a girl home since I broke up with Leslie. It might seem crazy and dumb, but I think it'd be disrespectful to my own peace to bring someone I barely know to my safe place. I know Y/n isn't a random hook up, and maybe that's what makes me step back the most when it comes to taking her to my home. It'd mean to be a little more vulnerable in front of her. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

—What? —she laughs— You have dead bodies in your freezer?

—No —I lean closer to her—. I don't feel comfortable bringing people over.

I take advantage of her opening her lips to speak again to kiss her slowly, sucking on her lower lip as if it were the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Landing a hand on her thigh, I feel her moving her head back to break the kiss.

—And I don't feel comfortable with whatever you're planning to do here —she murmurs, with her eyes still closed—. Don't make me kick your motorbike again.

—Gotcha —that comment made me smile on her lips—. But I want to keep kissing you.

And she doesn't oppose that, Y/n pulls me closer by wrapping her fingers around my neck. And I'm sure I could do this for hours if I were able to. She's too addictive.

—Do you have plans for tonight?

—I'm meeting up with the girls —I unconsciously start drawing circles on her knee, over her jeans.

—Girls' night? —she nods— That's nice.

—Yeah... —she moves her eyes away from me— It's a bit weird for me still. You know, having a group of friends to hang out with. But I like it. It's nice

And it's great she's feeling like this for the first time. I know Soo, Tam and Mel can be a bit intimidating at first, because they have this close clique vibe when you first meet them, but they three only have good intentions when it comes to Y/n. And I can tell why. She's someone that certainly can protect herself perfectly fine, but at the same time, she needs protection and a lot of support when it comes to her social life. And the fact that she's working on it this way is amazing.

—What? —she asks, when she's aware of the look I'm giving her.

—Nothing —I shrug, moving away to stand up and get some distance between us—. Have fun tonight —I tell her—, and maybe try to meet someone. Or, at least, don't use that insecure control freak personality if a guy reaches out to you. Fake it 'till you make it.

—I'll do my best —she gets up as well.

Try to meet someone, but it'd be better if you don't... I'm a big asshole for even thinking that.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate

[elk96]

Until The Sun Beams Through 2

Henry Wilson(Shivering Soldier) X OC

Henry wakes up to find Sam missing, but on her return, a step to the right direction is made.

Warnings: PTSD, wounds, possible mentions of family members' death(can't remember)

H/c

Words: 1083

He squinted, trying to turn his face away from the damn sun that blinded him. He was met with the unmistakable force of the pillow and then the mattress, he couldn't turn over. There was only that slight gap between the curtains, the one that allowed the light to come through. Perhaps he should close it. He should. 

But he was too weak to even lift his arm-and the left one burned with pain. As did his head. And his back-and that stinging every time he inhaled…

He felt tears run down the corner of his eyes, spoiling his warmth. Something else was making him cold too, down at his thighs. Everything was painful, foggy. All he could do was wait until the pain swallowed him, drowned him, like the cruel sea had.

When Samantha came back home, she found Henry still laying asleep. She placed all her bags on the kitchen counter, thinking. At the end, she decided to wake him up. It had been fourteen hours since she'd sound him-roughly twelve since he'd fallen asleep. There were things to be done.

She was met with a deep, long groan as she opened the curtains and opened the window a little. 

She waited for him to wake up, sat on her chair as always. It took Henry some time to open his eyes, but once he did, he jolted away from her.  

She let him look at her like a frightened rabbit until he remembered everything.

"Good morning! I went to the village, brought you stuff".

" Do you need anything before I make us breakfast?"

"Are you cold"?, she asked lastly, a frown creasing her forehead as Henry shivered uncontrollably.

Tired of getting no response whatsoever, she sat on his bed-and immediately regretted it. 

Her heart filled with sympathy as she touched the wet mattress.

"Don't worry Henry…", she murmured, gently removing the blankets.

"I'll need you to stand up for a moment, okay"?

Spasms were still running over him, and…he was crying. 

Had her brother ended up like that before he died? Frightened out of his mind? And her dad?

She couldn't cry too, when someone was weak the other needed to remain strong. Her dad had taught her that, through broken bones and childbirths, her mother's passing.

"Can you move"?, she asked again with a sligh smile.

"Mm-I'm dizzy", Henry rasped out.

"I'll make you a drink for that, it will help. Do you want to give me your hand"?

Henry gave her the smallest of negative nods.

"I'll need to clean everything up, so you'll sit in the chair for a minute".

Henry shook his head again, his features altered by his shame. He didn't have enough strength to cry, but tears escaped him and it was so shameful to fucking weep like a child.

In an effort to minimize the trouble he caused her, he weakly lifted his body, grabbing her arm like a lifeline before he collapsed to the chair next to the bed.

He kept his eyes low as she brought her own mattress to replace the dirty one, and threw another pair of blankets over it. 

Before it was over, a loud bark left him moaning in pain, as his broken ribs convulsed in fear. 

"Don't worry, it's Dixie, she's outside, it's just a dog", she reassured him but Sam wasn't quick enough with the bucket.

This time it was only stomach fluids that spilled on the floor.

Maybe he should have died instead of going through all this. Agatha came to his mind, and Peter and Isabelle-and how he missed them. More than he missed his old self. The dog's barking made him hiss.

Before he knew it he was back to his bed, the floor clean, the sunlight replaced by the soft glow of the fire and candles.

With that terrible headache softening just a fraction, Henry found the courage to speak.

"Can you make it stop"?

Samantha looked at him. "The dog? She's here for her food too, she has a puppy to feed. If I let her in and tie her, she'll stop. But she will bark at first", she warned him.

If she was being honest, it wasn't necessary that the two dogs got into the house, but she missed their carefree presence. And perhaps it would help Henry as well.

"Okay", he answered with a strangled voice.

Samantha happily opened the door, closing it behind her before the dogs barged in. Dixie was a large mongrel shepard, their family dog fr over five years. Recently she'd given birth again, to two puppies, and after one of them died, Sam didn't have the heart to give Rick away. 

"Hello babies! I missed you, you were gone all day yesterday! I have a surprise for you, a guest. You like guests, don't you Dixie"?

Looping a rope through their collars, she brought them in. Henry tensed the minute he saw them, and Dixie barked a little, but she quickly got used to the idea of an intruder in her house. 

Both dogs waited patiently until their food was served, and then they layed on the floor, observing Sam's movements

"Don't worry, I've tied them up", she said as Henry eyed them suspiciously. "Are you hungry"?

"N-no".

"But you have to eat something", she complained.

"I'll just…it won't-

"Only a little bit of bread, please. It won't happen again, don't worry. This will help".

She placed a hot cup in the bed, next to a small slice of bread.

"Is that chamomile"?, Henry asked quietly, the furrow leaving his brow for the first time.

"Yes, with lemon and honey. It will do good to you".

"'M fine", he whispered, his cheeks already flushed with shame.

"It's normal. You went through hell and came back. Your healing is all that matters", Sam told him in a tone she hoped would make him understand. "Just let me help you, please".

He was beyond help- he had turned into an animal, but she couldn't possibly imagine, so he tilted his head, grabbed the cup, brought it with trembling hands to his mouth. The smell of chamomile itself was soothing, soft, comforting.

Memories of picking up the flower with his kids flushed through his mind, their giggles, their little hands getting all dirty and muddy, him helping them cut the chamomile without taking out its roots. 

He missed them. He missed their laughs. He missed their chubby faces. He was alive. But he couldn't go back. 

#shivering soldier #shivering soldier x oc #henry wilson h/c #henry wilson x oc #henry wilson #shivering soldier dunkirk

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter Fourteen - Peacekeepers War (Sneak Peek)

20 BBY Caeopa

I smell smoke, and blood burning in the air. It hurts to move so I try to keep still until more of my senses have come to me. I'm lying on my back. There's a bit of torn webbing wrapped across my chest, and I think I'm lying under some form of underbrush. It's dark out, so I've been unconscious all day.

An attempt at sitting up tells me I shouldn't move. My ribs scream in pain, as does my side. I stick my hand against my abdomen and jerk it back when my fingers touch the sharp edge of something metal. At least now I know where the blood is coming from.

One of the rods from the chair must've pieced my side before I was separated from the seat. Breathing shallowly, I can at least sit up. I look around. There's short stubby trees all around. I'm nowhere near the landing site. I'm not even sure which side of the planet I'm on.

I reach for my commlink and find it on the fritz. Kriffing bantha balls. I got myself into this. Bracing myself and with a couple more slow breaths, I take stock of the reality of my situation.

Alone. Stranded most likely. No one knows it was me who took the ship, and even if they track it, they likely won't find me now that I'm not in it. R3 is here, though I don't know where. And the nearest communications array is likely on whatever hidden base the Seps have out here.

So the situation is screwed, and more screwed.

If I can find the ship, though, I might be able to salvage parts and hold out for a rescue. And so long as I don't remove this metal rod, I won't bleed out.

I crawl to my knees and regret it. Reaching back for my medical pack, I fumble for painkillers and jab the injector into my arm. The relief is instant and numbing. Breathing hurts, but at least I can make it to my feet without toppling over. There's still a hunk of metal stuck in my side, though.

A second survey and I can see the gouged earth a few klicks east. My HUD is spazzing in and out partially, though, so I don't know how long it's going to last. I could curse my own existence right now.

Not that it would get me anywhere.

"C'mon Kian," I coax myself forward. "You're not dead. You can make it through this. Just gotta find the ship. Signal for...help," I grimace. "And then sit on your shebs till someone shows up."

It's enough to get moving. I reach for tree trunks to support until I run out of them and manage to limp across the open prairie. It's cool out here. Nothing looks inherently dangerous, but that never means something isn't lurking.

I glance up. I can't see the star destroyer from down here. I can't see anything, but stars. Caeopa isn't supposed to have civilization. It's an old planet that was once cultivated for grasslands until a blight killed off the main population. Now everything here grows wild and free.

I stagger and drag myself closer to the gouged out land. Free, I think. I wonder what that's like.

Is anyone out there really truly free?

My HUD blinks out. I tap the side of my helmet, but it's gone. Looking up, though, I can see billions more stars. More than I could ever see on Kamino. If the separatists win, no doubt all those stars will blink out. The dying hopes of civilization. I stop and stare, aware of how lonely I am. More than my injury aches. The stars blink silent.

"You're an idiot," I tell myself. "A properly antisocial jerk."

Sounds like something Headshot would tell me actually. Booker would agree. Raf too, probably. But I don't know if I'll see their faces again.

Doesn't matter. I shake my head and clear their faces from my head. Then I resume my journey.

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"Day....what day is it?" I lean my head over, asking the droid head rigged to a broken branch. It's painted with red handprints. I couldn't avoid it after holding onto my guts for so many days. I had to pull out the metal or else it was going to poison me faster than I would've bled out.

I at least mostly have the blood loss under control. It still bleeds occasionally. It certainly made me dizzy, and I blame it for the loss of my sense of time too. Thankfully, I found a way to keep track. I look over at my right shoulder pauldron and count off the bloody fingerprints tallying up the days.

"Fifteen!" I announce to the droid head.

I found him two foggy days ago while trying to find R3. The ship is scrap. I couldn't salvage the uplink, and I haven't seen the hide or hair of my astromech. Not that he has either.

Wind rustles through the shell of the bomber. I lean forward from my perch on the wing and squint in the distance. Nothing but the grass moves. I slump back against the battered body of the ship and sigh.

If this is day fifteen I have rations for about two more weeks. I should be more concerned about my injury, mostly because I've run out of painkillers. At least there's still some water rations that managed not to go down with the ship.

I have three left. I'll need to conserve them.

"Scrap, do you think they know I'm here yet?"

The droid head bobs in the wind. I found him a few days ago. Rather, I found his body, collapsed in a pile of brush somewhere along the path of the ship. I only salvaged the head. I don't know how he got there, or why he's here. All I can assume is he came down with the political leaders and got left behind. I haven't seen them either. No ship has entered or left the planet.

Wonder if I scared them off.

The idea is hilarious that I alone could've scared off some Seppies. I laugh and it hurts. Everything hurts. I lean my head back and put my hand on my helmet. Air is breathable here, so no need to wear it. I look down and sometimes imagine it's not mine but someone else's.

I sometimes imagine I'm not alone. There's faces in the early morning hours occasionally. They never last and they never speak. I've lost a lot of blood.

Speaking of, my side is decorated in another slow drip. A makeshift glob of medkit gauze and my own torn bodysuit keep all my insides plugged up where they should be, inside. I inhale slowly and press my hand below the wound. The blood sinks into my glove fingers. I'll make a note of what day it is later.

I want to close my eyes and let sleep overcome me, but I have to stay up. I have to stay alert.

I look down at my armor, cracked and battered, painted not with the rust red of the 560th, but the old yellow of the 212th. I should fix that. Blend in better. Be a good soldier.

Dragging back my hand, it's soaked. I stare at my blank helmet, distracted. Gotta start somewhere. Without thinking I press my finger to the plastoid and drag it across, leaving a red bloody circle over the eye. It looks like a crosshair.

Life keeps trying to kill me, after all, and keeps failing.

I add a couple of lines. Now it is a crosshair with me right in the sights. I chuckle and add some fangs to the bottom like some of the LAAT/i's and bombers have. This is fun. I break down coughing and slump back, leaving the helmet to dry.

I have to get off this rock. But the stars only mock me at night. I can't tell anyone I'm here. I don't even know where here is.

They think I'm dead. Sure of it.

Scrap's head rattles in the wind. It's picking up. The horizon is dark. It's going to rain. Maybe I can collect some water in the fuel system and distill it later. I should also take cover. It rained a few days ago and there's still dents all over the ship.

Moving. I hate the idea of moving. I grab my helmet anyway. "C'mon Scraps," I mutter and slide off the wing. Landing jars my injury. I bite down hard and crawl underneath the wing into the exposed fuselage. The world darkens on the edge of my vision.

"Stay awake, Kian. Gotta beat out the storm." Groaning, I kneel down. There's still fuel left in the lines. I should probably drain that but it might be useful. I'll drain it all into one tank and collect the water in another.

The tanks are heavy. I manage, using my knee and bodyweight, to haul one of them out and get something running to the other. I'm coughing blood by the end of it and I sink down under the wing.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. I look up and see the clouds are rolling in closer. I'll need a way to actually distill the water. I should boil it too, just in case. If I can get the engine burning on I can route it through there.

I sink back.

Tomorrow. My eyelids are heavy. I'll do it tomorrow.

Faces march on the edge of my vision. They're walking through the grass somewhere off in the distance. Faint light on white plastoid armor, shimmering in dark hair. The thunder rumbles and there's a crack of lightning that splits to the ground.

They're gone.

I feel something hot dripping down my cheek, running down my face as I stare at the horizon.

They're gone.

#part one #dar'aliit fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars #clone wars #stranded #fic writer #serialized fiction #read on wattpad #ao3 fanfic #clone trooper oc #chapter fourteen #sneak peek #injury #tw death #angst #reblog is appreciated

[give-grian-rights]

Techno is a grian simp, imagine him simping and Wilbur just *bonk* "thats my fucking brother, stop simping"

YES i love that, omg i can. i can literally hear the interaction in my head..  god they’d probably get so protective of each other after Wilbur and Grian found each other again.

GOD... GRIAN INTERACTING WITH THE OTHER SLEEPY BOIS IN THIS AU IS OH GOD 👀👀👀 SO MUCH. SO MUCH POTENTIAL OH GOD.... grrrr FOUND FAMILY GOES BRR BRR. 

#i still have fourteen asks but i'm opening it back up don't MAKE ME REGRET THIS #twins au #td;lr grian and wilbur has similar skins so now they're twins and grian's immortal for canonical reasons #wilbur soot au #wilbur soot #grian #grian au #brothers au #mcyt #mcyt au #mika-posts

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter fourteen - “pinky promise”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: bucky and the reader reconvene after the events of the previous night, figuring out what they need to do from there. pinky promises are endearing but they don’t prevent the effects of distressed regret & emotional frustration.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

She awoke with wet regret staining her cheeks. She remembered falling asleep with shame, liquid guilt seeping out of her eyes. Slowly and silently weeping herself to sleep while drunk. What a colossal fucking mistake she made. She felt terrible, and she could only imagine how Bucky felt. She needed to apologize. Immediately.

She found that her shoes were still on when she got out of bed.

"Oh, Christ," she huffed at her messiness.

Regardless, she grabbed a jacket for protection from the chilly Wakandan morning air before rushing to the door, determined to find Bucky as soon as possible and apologize profusely for the previous night.

She opened the door but before she could dash out, she smacked directly into what felt like hard wood. Wait, no. The "hard wood" was a chest, and that chest belonged to a person... it was Bucky. Damn it.

"Sorry!" the two exclaimed simultaneously.

They both backed up.

"Y/N..."

"Bucky."

"Can we talk?"

"Yes. Please."

They awkwardly made their way into the room, eventually sitting side by side on the end of her bed. The air was quiet and void of their usual content and lighthearted atmosphere. Both of them sat staring straight forward.

"Bucky, I... I am so sorry about last night. I know being drunk isn't an excuse for being unprofessional, but I really have no other explanation as to why I'd ever do something so inappropriate. I feel awful and I can't imagine how uncomfortable I've made you. I will completely understand if you don't want to work with me anymore. I can talk to Shuri or T'Challa and we can find someone else to take my place if—"

"Woah," he turned to her, slightly alarmed. "Slow down, slow down. Who said anything about replacing you?"

"Well, I just thought after...last night, you'd rather have someone else work with you. It probably wouldn't be wise to continue treatment with me after certain... professional boundaries have been damaged."

"I'm not working with anyone else."

She looked at him bewildered, but he looked dead serious.

Y/N shook her head. "I—"

"Look, I'm not a therapist and I don't know the criteria of your 'professional boundaries'... But you were drunk. It happens. I don't think any less of you because you had a little too much. Believe me, I've been there."

"I know, but it's not necessarily the drinking that was the problem. It was... my actions."

"Right. And I don't think leaning a couple inches is really grounds for leaving Wakanda."

It was more than just "leaning a couple inches," and she knew that. She was humiliated by her drunken errors, but it was seductively dizzying to be that close to him. In the moment, she relished in every second, every atom of hers that was touching him. However, it was the afterthought that was the problem, the realization of what she had done and how wrong it was.

"Bucky..."

"I'm not working with anyone else."

"I'm not the only good therapist, you know."

"But you're my therapist. I don't want a new one."

"And I don't want to disrupt your progress, but there's no way I can keep treating you after last night."

"Why not? What's gonna happen if you do? Nothing."

"It's not that simple."

"Nobody was here. No one knows but us. There's no way you can get into trouble."

"It's not entirely about getting in trouble. It's about the nature of our relationship and how that change can impact how effectively and ethically I can treat you."

He was quiet for a minute, thinking.

He shook his head, looking down at his feet. "We can work something out..."

"I don't think so, Buck..."

"So you're just gonna leave then?"

"I think that's what needs to happen."

He turned his head to her, making deliberate eye contact.

"Y/N, please."

"All I wanna do is do right by you, and I can't do that after I've compromised our relationship."

"But you didn't compromise—"

"Bucky," she exasperated, "Can you please try to understand?"

"Can you please try not to be so hasty about things? Our relationship is fine. You don't need to leave."

Stubborn. He was being stubborn. But, all she could see was strong will and passion. That was the problem. All his faults morphed into aptitudes when they filtered through her perception.

"I really care about you, Buck. I just want you to have access to the help you need, and as much as I hate to say it, I don't know if I can be that help anymore."

"Can't we just try?"

"Try what?"

"Just... hear me out. We can continue the sessions as if nothing happened, and if everything is fine, then great, but if not, then you can go."

Is that what it would take for him to be okay with her leaving? Is that what it would take to make her departure less of a complete upheaval? There was no way this would work, she thought. But what were the lengths to which she would go to make the transition smoother? Was she willing to make sacrifices to help ease his hardships? She reflected for a minute.

For him, she would. For him, she considered, she'd do most anything.

"Okay," she said after brief contemplation. "We can try. But you have to keep in mind, the entire time, that I still might have to leave in the end."

He smiled, sincerity almost suffocating her. "Thank you."

"Promise me you won't be disappointed if I end up having to leave."

"You want a pinky, blood oath, or spit shake?" he asked, jokingly.

"Bucky," Y/N deadpanned.

"Well, it's not like we need to promise, because you won't have to leave... 'cause everything will be fine."

God, she hoped so.

"Promise me anyway. Just in case."

"Fine. I promise. You have my word."

She held out her hand to him, pinky finger raised high.

"Make it official."

"You know I was kidding?" he asked.

"I know. But you brought it up, so now you're payin' the price," she smiled, feeling herself momentarily slipping back into their dynamic. "Officially promise me with your pinky, James."

In acquiescence, he lifted his hand up to hers, pinky extended, and wrapped their fingers together. As it turned out, her hand had desires of its own and begged for additional contact. It yearned to smooth over the skin of Bucky's hand and press their palms together. Her hand wanted to intertwine the rest of their fingers and hold on ever so tightly. It wanted to hold on and never leave Wakanda, never leave his side.

As it also turned out, the hand is not the mind. These were surely not Y/N thoughts. Definitely not... Desires were kept repressed and no actions were taken. Sorry hand.

Their fingers stayed connected for just a few brief seconds of silence. Not nearly long enough for it to be awkward or for them to get second thoughts about the integrity of their agreement. Their fingers disconnected.

"So..." Bucky started, "are things gonna be weird now? With us?"

"They don't have to be, but I guess it depends."

"On what?"

"I don't know. Whether you're upset with me over what happened - which you have every right to be."

"Upset with you? No! Not at all. It seems like you're more upset than I ever was."

"I'm only upset because of what I did!"

"Well, I'm only upset because you're upset, so... stop being upset."

"I-..." she sighed. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. Are we good?"

"You don't have anything to be sorry for..."

"Just say we're good."

She let out a nervous laugh.

"Fine, we're good. I'm just surprised at how you're so cool with this."

"Well, friends bounce back quick, right?"

Her demeanor changed. The mood sunk.

"Bucky..."

"No, no. Don't sit there and tell me that now we aren't friends. You just pinky swore with me," he said with a meek smile, attempting to lift her mood back up. "C'mon, that counts for something."

She looked down at her hands, suddenly missing the skin-to-skin contact. "I just think it might be better to be more professional and less... personal."

"Better for who exactly? 'Cause I know it wouldn't be for me."

She turned her head to look at him, face earnest and contrite. He only looked confused and a little mentally disheveled.

"I want to make this new... plan thing work. If you don't want me to have to leave, we have to reinstate some sort of boundaries, Buck."

"So boundaries means throwing away being friends?"

"I'm not throwing it away. I want to make sure we can be successful, and to be successful we have to be a little more..." she took a breath in, hating how much she kept bringing up this word, "professional. We gotta have more good days than bad, you know?"

A few beats of silence passed them by. Bucky's expression softened to a dangerous level of sincerity.

"I think you are my good days..."

Y/N tore her gaze away. She couldn't do this. She wished he wouldn't say such gentle things; she was trying so hard. The tension in her heart began to frustrate her. And it was because of him. She wished her emotions weren't always so escalated in his proximity.

"How long were you outside for?" she changed the subject.

"All night."

"What?!"

"Just kidding. Only for a couple minutes. Why are you changing the subject?"

"I'm not."

"You really are. And you're uneasy."

Trying to deny feelings was harder when someone else called them out.

"Stop trying to analyze me."

"M'not analyzing. I'm just reading you."

Reading her?

"Reading me?"

"Yeah. You were looking at me, but now you turned away. You're bouncing your leg but otherwise you're completely still, tense, like you are when you're nervous. You're also turned away from me... kinda like you don't wanna be near me."

Yeah, because her heart felt like it was going to burst.

She stood up, walking away from him and his infuriating correctness. How dare he know her like that? Anger bubbled in her stomach. She faced him, arms crossed over her chest, as if shielding herself from his prying efforts to understand her personality. How dare he decipher her.

"Really?" she huffed, amped up nervousness morphing into irritation. "You barely slept last night, and it's not just noticeable because of the bags under your eyes. You do this thing when you're tired - you blink really slowly and then rub your eyes. It's subtle. How's that for reading? Oh, and you're more uncomfortable about having one arm than you let on. When you sit next to me, you always make sure to sit so that your arm is on my side. In fact, you're so bad at tolerating uncomfortable that you refuse to even think about getting a new therapist - even though it's the right thing to do - because you don't want to deal with the change."

She took a breath after expelling her vexation. Bucky stared at her with wide eyes, never before hearing her angry, much less at him.

"That's not why..." he all but whispered.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

"Apparently not," he rolled his eyes. "And I thought we made a deal."

"I think you should leave."

He looked up at her. "Y/N.."

She turned away from him, deciding she couldn't handle looking him in the eyes.

Glancing at the door, she muttered, "I'll see you at our next session."

"But— I thought..."

"A deal's a deal. I'll see you, Bucky."

The room was eerily silent until Bucky decided to move. She could feel his eyes on her, searching for something, anything out of her. Perhaps she was hasty, but there was no room for second thoughts, second emotions. She completely steeled herself. Feeling around him was just... a lot. A lot to deal with. Maybe too much.

"Okay," he said, voice quiet. "I'll see you... I guess."

With that, he left. He left her in an empty room with empty feelings and an empty hand. She looked down at that hand, the very same one that wrapped its finger around his in the lighthearted simplicity of a juvenile gesture. Joy with Bucky was like that - simple. Being happy was effortless with him. Yet, it was so troublesome to be displeased with him. She could sense another distressed night sleep coming her way.

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Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 5

Word Count: 5,690

POV: Reader and then switches to Jamie

Warnings: Language, but that’s about it, at least from what I can remember

Notes: So I just want to thank everyone for their patience with me as I took some time off. I’ve still been writing, so hopefully you’ll see your favorite stories pop up here and there. Happy reading!

Sidenote: Also (Y/NN) = Your Nickname (Y/LN) = Your Last Name

READER'S POV

 "I'm sorry what did you just say?" you asked Emma, as you had to have heard her incorrectly when she said that you should get under someone in order to get over Jamie. "Because, you were there in high school, that didn't work out the best for me."

"That's not what I meant."

 "But it is what you said, that I should just go hook up with some random guy. Em, I love you, babe, but I am not going down that path again. I do not need to be known as the doctor that sleeps around."

 "Oh my god, would you shut up for one minute?" You went radio silent, after she practically yelled at you through the phone, though you suppose that your voice had gone up maybe a decibel or two. "I didn't mean for you to go fuck some rando at the bar. Actually, I meant…and hear me out before you say anything," she paused and you had a feeling that you weren't going to like what she said next no matter what it was. "I think you should sleep with Jamie."

 "WHAT!?!"

 "Yeah, that was a little loud. I think you might have woken up Caleb. Shh, go back to sleep babe," you heard her mumble to her husband.

 "I'm sorry but are you crazy? Maybe I called you too early and you're not fully functioning without coffee. Or should I call Dr. Kaplan and have him examine you."

 "Your neurologist, friend? No." She sounded a bit indignant at the mention that she needed her brain examined for suggesting a thing, but really what were you supposed to think when she made stupid remarks like you should go sleep with Jamie. "I asked you to listen before you passed judgment on me. God, you think you were a judge instead of a doctor so something."

 "Well, you have my full attention. So please explain, before I have you committed to the psych ward." She scoffed at you, which only made you say, "You know I can medically do that."

 You could almost hear her eyes rolling through the phone. "Yes, but who would you call this early in the morning when you have a problem." She had a point. "Exactly. Now, let me explain. You and Jamie never really resolved anything. He said things, you got upset, he never answered the phone, so you broke it off with him, yadda, yadda, yadda. You get my point." It seemed a whole lot more complicated than a few yaddas. "But there was never any closure for either of you there. It just sort of ended." Emma was right about that, after hearing that he only was seeing you for sex, you didn't want to speak to him at all. "It was obvious then, that he still had feelings for you, even if you didn't want to see it. And don't kill me here, but I think it was obvious that you still had feelings for him as well, and that maybe you still do." You didn't exactly know how you felt about Jamie at the moment, but waking up in his arms did feel right. "Let's face it (Y/N), you've compared every guy you've ever been with to Jamie."

 "I have not." Had you?

 "Ok, we're skipping all the douches in high school, because you and I both know you never slept with any of them. Yes, I know what everyone said, but I was also your best friend and I know you. The worst you ever did was give Carter Williams a blow job behind the bleachers after a football game." Oh, Jesus, she did not need to go down this road listing all your sexcapades from high school or after that. "I'm talking about Bryan, the perfectly good looking, studying to be a heart surgeon, boyfriend that you gave up for no other reason then you said he wasn't tall enough."

 "I did not break up with Bryan because he wasn't tall enough and you know it."

 "It was a factor, along with his hair not being dark enough and you hating his sense of humor."

 "The man made stupid heart surgeon jokes that not even anyone in the cardiothoracic department got."

 "True, but you also told me he was lousy in bed, and I believe that was another complaint you had about Tomas, Dylan…oh and what was his name…you know the one you said that you had to use your vibrator the minute he walked out the door because he couldn't get you off."

 "Isaac," you told her and there was a blush creeping to your cheeks. Suddenly, you were regretting Emma being your best friend.

 "Yes, Isaac. If I remember correctly that happened more than once with him. How you kept him around for four months is beyond me. You're a doctor woman, you can show him where the clit is, you know? Just take his hand and place it…"

 "Thank you, Dr. Emma, I know where my clit is."

 "But he didn't," she let out a bark of laughter that was so contagious you had to join in. Once you both calmed, Emma came right back at you about Jamie. "Look, he was your first love and maybe the sex wasn't as great as your sixteen-year-old mind remembers. Maybe you just fuck Jamie and that's all it is, a fuck, or maybe it's more. At least this way, you won't be holding him on some pedestal like he's a Greek god or something."

 Maybe she was right and you'd been holding on for fourteen years thinking that what you and Jamie had was this truly magical once and a lifetime thing when in reality all it had been was sex. Let's face it, what your sixteen-year-old self thought was love could've been nothing more than lust. "I never thought he was a Greek god."

 "Please, I was always envious about how you had this romantic first time. I mean mine was in the back of Kyle's jeep, and before you say anything he didn't know where the clit was either."

 You both giggled again, but then you had to remind her of how things had ended. "It wasn't romantic when he said those things about me."

 "He was sixteen (Y/N). I'm not making an excuse, but it's time to build that bridge. Maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't. I'm not saying for you to give him your whole heart. I'm just saying, find out if what was there, was truly that once in a lifetime love or was it just this idea that you've been holding on to."

 "But what if…" you stuttered while Emma waited for you to continue. "What if…I still love him, and he breaks my heart, again."

 "(Y/N), that's the chance we all take when we open our hearts to love. You don't think that I felt that way with Caleb? That sometimes I still don't feel that way." She sighed. You could tell she was struggling with how to put her feelings into words. "He could walk out the door and leave me here alone, and my heart would break into pieces, but the love I have for him is so much greater than that fear." She made it sound so easy, but all you could remember was how completely hurt you'd felt when things had gone wrong with Jamie. "I know you're scared, and that's why you've closed your heart off for so long, but (Y/N) I promise you the minute you open it back up, your life is going to be even better than it is. And maybe it's Jamie that deserves your heart and maybe it's not, but you'll never know if you don't try."

 "I know," you whispered weakly, for you really did know that. If it wasn't Jamie, it was going to have to be someone eventually, because you didn't want to be alone forever. It was just that gnawing fear in the back of your mind that Jamie would hurt you again as he had before. "I just don't want to break into a thousand pieces again."

 "You won't (Y/N), and if you do, I'll be on the first flight to Dallas to help you pick them up." She would be, you knew that for sure because you couldn't ask for a better friend than Emma. "And I'll kick his ass as well." That made you laugh considering that Emma was five foot four, and Jamie was just over six foot. It would make for an interesting matchup, but you knew that Emma would take him down no matter the size difference.

 "Thanks, Em."

 "I just want you to be happy, (Y/NN); happy and in love, and I just have this gut feeling that Jamie can make that happen." There was only one way to find out, and that was to open up more to Jamie. It wouldn't be easy but after this little talk, you were willing to try. "Now, enough about this, because you're going to follow my advice. So tell me how everything else is going? Do you like work? Is it everything you thought it would be?"

 "And so much more." You spent the next fifteen minutes catching up with each other before she kicked you off the phone to go make rounds at the hospital. Despite not having that many patients of your own at the moment, you were still looking after all of Dr. Lundin's. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when your phone rang, Jamie's name popping up on the screen. For a minute, you thought about not answering it, but then you remembered your conversation this morning with Emma and quickly hit the accept button. "Hey, Jame."

 He seemed a bit startled that you answered. "Oh, hey (Y/NN). I was just giving you a call about a couple things."

 "Ok, what's up?"

 "Well, first off, I found your dress in my bathroom this morning."

 "Oh shit, I totally forgot that I left it in there." You'd laid it over the tub last night when you changed, something that you did at home all the time. You had every intention of picking it up before you left, but then you'd fallen asleep and well, it kind of got lost in your mind as you freaked out over possibly having feelings for Jamie.

 "It's no biggie. I hung it up in my closet." He paused as if he'd said something wrong. "Just so it didn't wrinkle anymore." Well, look at him being all domesticated.

 "Thanks, that's sweet of you. I'll stop over and get it sometime from you."

 "Oh, ok or I can bring it over. Whatever is easiest for you. I also wanted to see if there was a good time to reschedule that visit to the AAC? We kind of didn't get to go over my map too much last night. Plus, my artistic skills are a little rusty."

 You'd forgotten all about the tour, but it would be a good excuse to spend some more time with Jamie to see where your feelings were. "Let me check my schedule." You switched him to speaker and flipped over to your calendar. "Oh, I'm headed to Jessi's tomorrow night to take her stitches out, so that won't work. Um, let me see about the next day."

 "What about tonight?"

 "Oh, tonight?" You weren't sure if you were ready to face him just yet, but a little voice, that sounded an awful lot like your best friend, told you there was no time like the present. "Yeah, I can do that. I was just getting ready to leave here in about ten minutes. What time were you thinking?"

 "Whenever I'm free the rest of today, so if you just wanted to come straight here; that's fine."

 This was really not the timeframe you wanted. You hadn't even taken any time this morning to do anything special with your hair or makeup, as you'd spent too much time talking to Emma. Though it wasn't like Jamie hadn't just seen you with drool on your face, wearing his sweats and your hair a complete disaster. Anything would be an improvement over that. It was that thought that had you saying, "Sounds good. I'll see you in about twenty minutes then."

 "Ok see you soon." You hung up and then quickly went to add at least a bit of lip gloss and mascara to your face.

 It was about twenty minutes later that you were pulling into your garage and then walking the short distance to Jamie's. This time foregoing parking at his place. He opened the door before you even had a chance to knock. "Hey, (Y/N). How's it going tonight?"

 It seemed like a loaded question when he was standing there dressed in a pristine white dress shirt, his chest hair peeking out from where he'd undone the first couple buttons. Suddenly, your mouth went dry. When you were sixteen, Jamie didn't have a hair on his chest. Well, maybe there were one or two that he was awfully proud of, but they really didn't count. This was just another sign of how much he'd changed and grown into the man that stood before you today. You'd hoped he'd changed in other ways as well. "Much better tonight. My feet are all ready for you to give me the grand tour."

 "Alright, then let's head out." He had his car in the garage, so you followed him through the house to the SUV. In true Jamie Benn fashion, he came over and opened the door for you. It was something he'd always done when you were younger, as his mom had instilled those gentlemanly courtesies in him. It was weird being in the car with him again. Part of you kept waiting for him to grab your hand and hold it like he used to and you found yourself glancing down every so often at his large fingers gripping the gearshift instead of your hand.

 He pointed out different landmarks as you passed and told you that despite what the navigation system said this was the fastest way to get to downtown from your house. The two of you chatted the whole entire time, while the music played softly in the background. "So, you're going to want to use this gate." Jamie was saying right as his playlist changed to a song from the movie Frozen.

 "So, are you are an Anna or an Elsa fan?" you teased.

 "What?" It was then that he realized what was playing, and quickly changed the song. "I have that on here for my niece."

 He pulled into the players' parking spot, "Uh huh, sure Jame. Admit it you like the movie." He shut the car off and you both got out.

 "I may have watched it with Soph once," he said sheepishly and your heart warmed at the idea of him sitting there with the little girl watching one of Disney's hit movies. You always knew that he would make a great dad, and having that song just proved it.

 You were walking side by side now and you couldn't resist dancing around him, while you sang the lyrics. "Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore." You were walking backward not having a clue where you were going as you continued. "Come on Jame, sing with me. You know you want to…Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door."

 "Stop," he chided but had a grin a mile long on his face.

 You twirled around him another time, hands dancing along his arm. "I don't care what they're going to say," you belted out; the words echoing off the cement walls around you. "Let the storm rage on…"

 "The cold never bothered me anyway." Jamie sang finally joining you. You bouncing up and down as he sang with you, not paying attention as your eyes were focused on him and not where you were going. He reached out and grabbed you right as you started to trip on a large cord that was behind you. "Careful there Elsa." Your hands went to his chest, your palm resting where his heart was racing, as his slid around your waist and pulled you in close to him. Pressed up against him, you couldn't help the urge that came over you to kiss him; he was just so close, and his eyes were smiling into yours, and it felt like the perfect moment to test the waters out. So, you slid your hands just a little further up his chest, and you raised up on your tiptoes so that your lips were mere inches from him, and then your watch chimed again; the damn thing reminding you to breathe, and the moment was lost.

 You dropped back down onto the balls of your feet but still kept that smile plastered on your face. "Thanks for saving me Olaf," you said and tapped his chest, before stepping out of his embrace.

 "Olaf? I was thinking more Kristoff."

 You tapped your finger on your chin, looking him up and down. "You're right, I was wrong. You're definitely Sven."

 "The reindeer?"

 "I knew you've watched that movie more than just once with your niece."

 You were finally at the door, and Jamie was entering a code to get into the building since there wasn't anything going on at the AAC today. "Ok, you got me, but really Sven?"

 "What's wrong with Sven? He's sweet, kind, lovable…" Shit the moment the word came out of your mouth you wanted to take it back. Of course, Jamie was lovable too but you weren't sure you were ready to be the one loving him. There was too much uncertainty in doing that just yet. You coughed trying to cover up the slip of tongue and then added, "He's also oddly quiet when there are people around. Kind of like someone else I know."

 He raked his hand through his hair, an action that your fingers longed to do. "I'm only that way around people I don't know…and the media." You knew this about him, of course, because you'd watched a few of his interviews. His answers were always clipped and short, which sometimes gave the impression he was standoffish, but then he would throw a little comment here and there and the real Jamie would come out. "But anyhow, we should be getting on with the tour."

 "Lead the way."

  JAMIE'S POV

 Had she really just called you lovable? Moreover, had she just been about to kiss you? That damn watch of hers kept beeping at the most inappropriate times and it was maddening. Something had changed since she'd practically run out of your house this morning. You weren't sure what, but she'd definitely let her guard down some, and you were all for it. You knew it was going to take baby steps to get back into her heart, but those steps seemed to be coming more and more frequently and you weren't complaining.

 You were surprised when (Y/N) agreed to the tour tonight, for you thought for sure that she'd avoid you at all cost after you had fallen asleep with her on the sofa last night. It was the last thing that you intended but she had felt so right in your arms, that you'd just let yourself get caught up in the moment. God, she looked so adorable this morning, hair messy, with her cheeks all rosy from sleeping on you, and then how she was wearing your sweats; there was nothing that you wanted more than to see her like that every day for the rest of your life. Baby steps, you reminded yourself.

 The tour around the arena went pretty well. You showed her everything that you could think of, ending the tour in the training room, just as you had the other day. She was taking everything in, noticing that Dave and his crew had implemented all the ideas she had talked about the other day. "Everything look ok?"

 "Oh yeah, they did an amazing job." She was opening drawers and checking supplies.

 "Well, I guess that's the end of the tour then." You glanced down at your watch to notice that it was almost six o'clock. You were definitely going to hit rush hour traffic. "If we head out now, it'll probably take us an hour to get home. Maybe a little less, if I hurry."

 "Oh, do you have to be some place?"

 "Um…no. Why?"

 "Well, you're all dressed up, thought maybe you had a hot date or something." There was a tremble in her voice that usually wasn't there, and you had to wonder if she asked the question in hopes that you weren't seeing anyone.

 "No, no hot date. I actually…" Shit, now it was your turn to get all tongue-tied. "Well, I mean…I thought we could have dinner downtown here and really celebrate your big surgery."

 "Oh!" There was a bit of shock in her voice. "I mean last night was perfect. You don't have to take me to dinner, after everything you did."

 You raked your hands through your hair again. It was a bad nervous habit, that served as a distraction while you tried to think of something to say. This time there was nothing clever that came to mind. "What if I want to take you to dinner?"

 The corner of her lip picked up on the right side of her face, that was the first sign she gave, telling you that she liked the idea. It got you excited that she might just agree, to the plan you had, but then it seemed like she was getting into her head, as she took a moment to think about your offer. "You know what?" It wasn't really a question, so you remained quiet. "Dinner sounds amazing, but only on one condition." You cocked a brow at her, silently asking what that was. "I get to buy."

 "Oh no, I asked you out." Oh shit, that came out wrong, you didn't mean it to sound like you'd asked her out on a date, that for sure would scare her away. "Besides my mom would kill me if she found out I let you pay," you quickly added hoping that it would cover up your blunder.

 "Hmm," she mused. "I guess we'll just have to see who has the quicker hands when the check comes then." That sure sounded like a yes to you.

 "You're on, but I plan on winning."

 "We'll see," she said as she headed out the door of the training room. "Now, let me see if I can remember how to get out of here." She led the way out to the car and you only had to direct her one time, which was pretty good considering it took you a week to find your way around the place.

 The restaurant was one of the finest Dallas had to offer, and one of the main reasons why you didn't want (Y/N) paying, though you were sure that wouldn't deter her from trying. Being that you weren't sure if (Y/N) was going to say yes to dinner, you didn't have a reservation, though when you slipped the maître d a hundred-dollar bill and your name; you were suddenly shown the nicest table in the place, one that was quiet and out of the way. Conversation between you and (Y/N) flowed easily, as did the wine, though you made sure not to drink too much as you'd be driving the two of you home. It also helped you grab the check when the waiter brought it at the end of the night.

 "That's not fair." (Y/N) chided as your long arms reached out and snagged the leather pouch out of the man's hands, who looked a bit taken back by the action.

 "You said whoever had the fastest hands."

 "Yes, but I clearly had more wine than you, which limited my ability, and now I'm convinced you did that on purpose." She was always so adorable when she pouted, but right now you just wanted to kiss those pursed lips and you were having a hard time holding yourself back from doing just that.

 "One of us needed to drive home, but you didn't protest when I poured that last glass."

 "Well, it clearly didn't help my motor skills that's for sure. Though please mark it down, that I am paying next time." Next time? So, she planned on going out with you again. You were making more headway than you thought.

 You decided to forge ahead while she was in such a good mood, as you were coming close to running out of excuses for the two of you to get together. "And when would this next time be?"

 "Um, I'll have to check my schedule, but maybe I could cook you dinner next week. You know as maybe a thank you for helping me." She sat there across from you with this shy little smile playing across her lips. The look all too tantalizing, for it was doing things that it shouldn't to your nether regions.

 "Dinner at your place huh? Sounds like an offer I can't refuse." You paid the bill and then the two of you headed out. The drive back was fun, as the two of you continued with your flirtatious banter the whole way home. When you turned onto your street, disappointment reared its ugly head as the night was coming to an end. You wanted to spend more time with her. Hell, if you were being realistic you want her to fall asleep in your arms again so you could hold her all night long. You pulled into the garage, then got out of the car to help (Y/N) out.

 "Thanks for everything today, Jame. Including dinner which I was supposed to pay for."

 "You know I can run some drills with you to sharpen your hand-eye coordination if you want." There were also some other drills you'd like to be doing with her in the bedroom.

 "Well, I may just take you up on that." The two of you were standing in the driveway, not knowing how to end the night. If this was truly a date, you'd walk her home and maybe kiss her, but would she smack you if you tried that now? "I should be getting home. Thanks again for everything." She started down the drive, walking at a leisurely pace.

 "Hey (Y/NN)," you called out and she turned back towards you as you trotted up beside her. "Can I walk you home?" She gave you a curious look, and it did sound rather funny considering she lived only two doors down, but you weren't ready for your time with her to end just yet.

 You were just about to stumble through how it was just for safety, when she said, "Sure." You smiled at her and the two of you started the extremely short walk to her house. "You know, tonight was a lot of fun."

 "Yeah, it really was." You wanted to say it reminded you of old times, but you didn't want to bring up the bad ones that also went with that. "We should do it more often."

 "I'd like that." (Y/N) was shocking you at every turn tonight and you weren't sure what mystical force was in the air but you prayed that it didn't go away and make her hate you again. A comfortable silence fell over you both, it was one that you had with her long ago, though back then it was as if you could read each other thoughts. Now, you weren't sure what was going on in that complex mind of hers but if it continued to lead her on a path towards you; you weren't going to question it.

 You were just about to her front door, and damn if that didn't feel as if the two of you were speed walking over, even though you were strolling at a leisurely pace. Again, you searched for something so that you wouldn't have to leave her company just yet. "Hey, how's your patient doing? The one who's leg you saved."

 "Really great actually. I stopped in right before I left. He's got a long road ahead of him, but he was in really good spirits today."

 "All because of you."

 "I wouldn't go that far."

 "I would." She blushed at the compliment, as you finally made it to the front door.

 "Well, this is me." She said with a cute little smile and a shrug of her shoulder.

 There was really nothing more you could say to keep you at her front door, so you found yourself saying, "I guess my duty is fulfilled…now that you're safe at home and all."

 "So it seems." Was that a hint of reluctance you heard in her voice? Was she as sad to see the night end as you were? "Thanks again, Jame. It was fun." She entered the code to get in the house, unlocking the door and opening it. What she did next almost had you falling over, as she went up on her toes and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Goodnight, Jame."

 A smile so bright, it could've lit up all of Dallas, appeared on your face, and she ducked inside right as you said. "Goodnight, (Y/NN)." As soon as the door closed, you pressed a hand to your cheek making sure that what had just happened was real and not something that you imagined. It had been real alright, and you felt like you were fifteen again, all giddy at the thought that the girl you liked, liked you back.

 Thank goodness, you only lived two doors down as you don't remember how you got back inside your own home, but there you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror grinning like a fool as you looked at the spot (Y/N) had just kissed. Now more than ever, you couldn't wait to see her again. Unfortunately, you had no excuse to call her this time or no definite date of when you'd see her again, just a promise that the two of you would have dinner again soon. While you looked forward to that, you wished that it would be happening sooner rather than later. You'd just have to come up with a plan.

 It seemed fate had your back this time though, as the following evening found her knocking on your door. "I hate to do this, but can I come in?" (Y/N) asked as she stood outside in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat. Well, maybe not a rat, but a very cute wet puppy for sure.

 "Yeah, sure." You said stepping aside as a loud crack of thunder sounded in the air.

 "I'm sorry to do this, but the code to the house isn't working and I left my phone, and my bag, at Jessi's when I was taking out her stitches." She stood there dripping wet in your foyer. "If I could just use your phone to call her, I'll run back over there."

 "Run? Where's your car?"

 "Locked, in the garage. I didn't realize it was going to storm and had just walked over there. I was almost home when it started."

 "Let me grab you a towel." You went and grabbed one out of the guest bathroom downstairs, then handed it to her to dry off. "I'll call Jess for you, but you're not running back over there. I'll drive you."

 She gave you a smile, before toweling off her hair. "Thank you."

 You went to the kitchen to grab your phone and call your soon to be sister-in-law. "Hey, Jess."

 "Hey, Chubbs, what's up?" Jess replied.

 "(Y/N) locked herself out of the house and I guess she left her stuff at your place. I was going to drive her over so she could get it if that's ok."

 There was silence on the other end of the phone and you were wondering if the two of you got disconnected or something with the storm. "Hmmm," she finally mumbled. "I'm going to do you a huge favor here and tell you I'm not home, even though I totally am."

 "What?"

 "You know I love you, but you're so dense sometimes." How were you the one that was dumb when she didn't make any sense? "Tell (Y/N) that I had to run to a friend's house and you're not sure when I'll be home with the storm. That way the two of you can spend a little more time together."

 "Oh," you said as you finally caught on to her plan.

 "You owe me one. Tell her I'll call you when I get back, which probably won't be for a while." You'd take all the time that you could get with (Y/N). "If you don't answer, I'll take that as a good sign." You could almost see her winking at you through the phone.

 "Thank Jess. You're literally the best."

 "I know," she quipped back, then hung up the phone.

 You went back out to where (Y/N) was standing in your entryway. "Apparently, Jess took off to a friend's house the minute you left. She said she's didn't realize you left your stuff or she would've dropped it off. She's going to call when she gets back, but it's going to be a bit with the storm."

 "Oh," (Y/N) stood there a little shocked, not knowing what to do. "Well, maybe if I go try the code again it will work."

 Another crack of thunder, with streaks of lightning, filled the sky. "(Y/N), you are not going back over there in the rain. Just stay here until the storm dies down. They usually pass pretty quick." But then again, sometimes they didn't and this was one you were hoping would stick around for at least a few more hours.

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[targaryen-vigilante-wizard-jedi]

The Child Of Geralt's Past

Pairing; (Platonic) Geralt x (Daughter)Reader

Warnings; potentially upsetting, involves death.

The small blonde ran into his arms with a haste like no other and he welcomed her albeit he was hesitant. Trying to suppress a gulp and repress his memories, he looked to the young girl but found himself to be looking at a face other than the Princess'.

Events occur 20 years prior to the first episode of the Netflix show

"You have to raise the sword higher," His white hair swayed in the wind as he took strides towards the young girl. He positions her arms in an upright manner and takes a step back.

"I don't understand why I need training when you won't even let me hold a real sword." The fourteen year old complained lowering the wooden stick to the ground. He lowered himself beside the fire and looked up at her while taking the skin off of a piece of roasted chicken.

"You don't, not while I'm around." Geralt reassured, his eyes rising from the chicken to the young girl who rolled her eyes and sat across from him.

"You're not always going to be around," she paused a twinge of regret seeping into her at her choice of words. She shook her head and continued speaking. "I could help you." She got up and sat beside him, their shoulders touching.

"I want to help you." Her eyes pierced into his. He averted his eyes and didn't respond, informing her that the conversation was over.

Three months had passed since she had last brought up the idea of joining him on one of his 'quests' -as she had called them- but Geralt had not changed his mind and was currently off, fighting monsters in the forest nearby the small village she currently resided in.

She had been reading a book, a fable Geralt had gotten her as a gift of sorts for her twelfth birthday (her birthday had been the day they had encountered one another), it told the story of a man named Jacob who had been shunned by those in his village for becoming overwhelmed with an illness which made his skin resemble that of a snake's until one day he slowly transformed into said creature.

A bell was ringing all throughout the village and sounds of manic yells and screams sounded throughout the village alongside it.

Her heart sped up and the first thing she had done was closed her book and ran out of the room, her hands still grasping it as she did so.

When she emerged she could see the barkeep cowering behind his counter and the patrons boarding up the inn.

"What's going on?" She asked her eyes wide and mouth agape. An older man with brown-grey hair and a balding beard turned to her drenched in sweat. "The dead, lass. Your witcher won't be finding them in no forest, they've come to the village, dozens, if not hundreds of 'em. We only thought there was ten of 'em at most." He shook his head overwhelmedat the thought.

She gulped before setting her book on the counter and walking toward the barkeep. "We should start a fire- perhaps that will deter them."

______

Geralt had been trudging his way back to the village, vexed that the villagers had lied to him and wasted his time as well as one of his potions. The only upside had been that he had been paid in full for a job he didn't even need to do.

It wasn't until he got closer that he heard a commotion of sorts despite doubting it would be anything more than two drunks fighting Geralt quickened his pace until he could hear it more; women weeping, men defiantly yelling, children screaming. Geralt's eyes widened in realisation before he began to race through the forest as best as he could with his sword at the ready.

He could see smoke rising from above the trees, he could smell it. Death and fire was all he could see as he emerged from the forest.

The village was up in flames, people running and screaming as creatures crawled, walked and sprinted towards them.

The streets were flooded with debris from the buildings and torn apart villagers.

"Y/N!" He shouted frantically as he ran through the village, failing to acknowledge those who too were in peril, and needed saving, around him.

"Geralt!" A strained voice yelled from ahead of him accompanied by coughing.

Thundering footsteps accompanied him as he ran towards her voice, hoping to see her emerge from the cloud of smoke.

"Geralt where are you?" She shouted despaired accompanied by more coughing.

She was close by he knew that and just as he was about to run past another fallen building he heard a weak raspy, gasp and as strange as it is he knew it was her.

He looked and saw her, clutching her stomach, one of the dead laying atop of her headless.

He rushed over to her falling to his knees. "Y/N," he breathed, his eyes assessing her current state. Her eyes were weary and half-lidded, her mouth open and her chest and wounded stomach rising and falling unsettlingly slow but the worst of all was the wound she had sustained on her neck, a chunk of it had been taking and despite it being small, the blood loss she was experiencing was fatal.

For the first time in a long time, he felt tears come to his eyes. "Stay awake." He demanded grasping her cheek with a steady hand. Pitifully she lay her hand atop his which continued to grasp her cheek though she didn't possess the strength to tighten her grip.

"It's o-" she paused opening her eyes a little wider to look at Geralt, whose eyes were still assessing her wounds. "It's okay."

A deep sigh escaped Geralt before he shook his head. "Come on," he grasped her limp body in his arms and with a slight struggle finally lifted her in his arms carrying her as he had done when she was only a babe.

She hadn't even the strength to wince at the pain of his actions and instead attempted to stay awake and gaze at her Geralt's determined face.

"You know what they say when one gets bitten by the undead." Y/N stated with a sigh as she tried desperately to look at her stomach wound.

Geralt didn't answer her and she didn't know whether it was because he had ignored her or was too overcome by the thought of saving her from her sealed fate.

"I'll become one of them, won't I?" She stifled a sob determined not to cry and make Geralt feel any guilt for not being there.

His eyes looked to her face as he shook his head. "I won't let you, we'll get help-" Her voice interrupted his brashly as she pushed his statement out the window with reason.

"I can already feel it." She revealed with a shudder as she felt even colder than she previously had.

Geralt could see his horse, Roach, within the distance, who seemed completely unaware of her surroundings.

"I'm scared." She admitted reaching a hand to Geralt's hardened face.

"We'll get you to a healer just hold on." Geralt told her fiercely as he went to set her down on the ground.

As he stood up to retrieve his bag of potions from Roach a hand grasped his wrist firmly.

"Don't." Y/N pleaded with a sob. Geralt tried to tug his arm away feeling heated. "I have to try Y/N-" He spoke, his voice rough and harsher than he had intended.

"It's no use!" She weeped loudly. "Just stop please I don't want to become one of them!" She begged, her sobbing causing her even more pain. Geralt ignored her and pulled his wrist from hers and grabbed the bag before making his way back to her.

He spit the cork out of one of the poitons; a pain alleviation potion. Despite her pleas he forced the potion into her mouth before throwing it away, resulting in it smashing.

Before she could speak again he had forced another one into her mouth, one that would slow her fate.

Instead of being thankful she just sobbed, knowing that what he had done was pointless and would urge him to keep preventing the death she knew awaited her.

After he had done so, he grasped her gently and set her atop Roach and repositioned his bag on Roach again.

Wordlessly he sat himself on Roach, positioning himself behind Y/N.

"We'll won't make it to a healer in time, you have to do it now." She murmured softly as she slouched against him.

"Yes we will." Was all he had responded with as they continued to ride onward to the next village over which was 12 hours away at the least.

_______

Geralt started to feel deflated as he realised night had approached and he couldn't see the path ahead. He slowed Roach and peered down to look at the young girl who was unconscious but still alive. His eyes traced her jaw where her veins were now prominent but upon closer inspection it appeared that her veins were transparent all over her face.

Wordlessly he placed a kiss on top of her head, slightly shaking as he did so. He knew he was too late, he had no more potions to delay her illness and she would die any second now so he decided to do the only thing he could, comfort her.

He halted Roach and dismounted her before lifting Y/N up, waking her in the process and setting her on the ground, with her back against a tree.

He then proceeded to make a fire, trying to make the scene as normal as possible for both him and Y/N.

It had taken a few minutes of switching sticks but he finally struck a flame onto the pile of twigs he had stacked together.

The fire wasn't large but would still supply them with heat. He made his way over to Y/N and sat beside her. His eyes glossed her face, trying to recreate what she had looked like prior to the deterioration her body now faced.

It was silent for quite a few minutes before Y/N spoke up. "I'm scared." She admitted for the second time that day and Geralt kept his eyes on her face as he reached out to push away a strand of her hair.

"I know, I am too." He breathed deeply wanting to say more but not knowing what to say.

"Don't let me know when you're going to do it." She instructed before breathing out a slow tremoring breath.

Geralt didn't reply or ask what she meant because he knew exactly what she meant and couldn't find the strength within him to even contemplate the thought of what he would do.

Silence ensued once again as both their eyes found comfort in the fire in front of them.

"I just," she paused attempting to compose herself and suppress a sob, drawing Geralt's eyes to her. "Want you to know that I've enjoyed every day with you and you're the best thing to ever happen to me," she found the strength to look at him. "I love you dad." At her statement Geralt smiled and tears trickled down his face. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could without hurting her. "I love you more than anything, kiddo." He stated shutting his eyes tightly.

Once he removed his arms from her he saw her eyes glossing over and took notice that she was going in and out of consciousness. With careful slow movements as to not arouse suspicion he sat behind her so that she was placed between his legs with her back to his chest.

He stroked her hair, attempting to muster up the courage to do what must be done. He heard her struggle to breath and watched as her body convulsed repeatedly. He couldn't afford to look at her face or else he'll lose the courage to do what he has to.

"I'm sorry." He whispered mostly to himself than to her before wrapping one arm around her neck and forcing her head to turn so quickly that it snapped ceasing her pain and her existence.

As soon as it was done, his shuddering breath interrupted the silence of the forest and he forced himself to look ahead not daring to look down at what he had done. She lay limply in his arms. He didn't want to let her go, he couldn't so he just sat there, and attempted to trick his own mind into believing that she lay asleep in his arms, that her body was moving because she was restless in her sleep and not because his chest forced her body to move in sync with his breaths.

He lay in that uncomfortable position for hours, his breathing had calmed slightly but he still could not come to terms with what he had done. He couldn't fathom knowing he wouldn't ever see or hear her again or that he had been the one to kill her. It was the early hours once he had found the strength to move her and he had done so with his eyes closed.

As he stood he faced away from her body -which was propped against the tree- contemplating whether to bury it or to burn it.

Once his mind was made up, he left her along with Roach to search for more wood to create a pyre, a memorial if you will.

Once he was satisfied with his findings he got to work on the pyre, ignoring the thought of the person he was building it for.

It took him an hour or two and he had to use some strips of the shirt he wore to tie the many bits of wood together but after seeing it decorated with her blood he decided to discard it.

Once that first challenge was done the next came and with dread he turned to look at Y/N's body. Her face was a lot more pallid than its original dark/tan/peach/light colour however the veins were not visible anymore, and with the exceptions of the massive wounds and blood covering her, she looked asleep.

He felt relieved that he had managed to halt the process of her becoming a creature like him, but part of him would've rather she become a creature than die, but he would never have subjected her to that life against her will.

He began to make a fire again although this time it ignited upon his torn shirt which he had lay on the ground. He grasped the shirt from the end which was not yet burning and threw it onto the pyre. Although it took some time, the majority of the pyre was alight before it was noon and so as gently as he could he lifted Y/N's body as though he didn't want to wake her from her slumber and approached the flaming pyre.

He stopped directly in front of it and looked to the young girl in his arms. He stroked her face and looked fondly, taking note of her face so it would be engraved in his memory forever.

He leaned forward and placed a firm kiss to her forehead before wordlessly setting her body on the pyre, scalding his arms in the process. He flinched but didn't pull away until he was satisfied that she was presented as respectfully as possible.

Once he was done he turned away and walked over to the tree, bile making it's way out of his mouth as he vomited from the stress and pain he was enduring.

A sob escaped him and tears fell from his face before he once again composed himself with a deep breath and retrieved his dagger.

He walked to the tree Y/N had died under and carved her name and the date she had died.

It was decided from that moment that this was her grave. He waited until the fire died down, feeding Roach and talking with her, hoping to extract some kind of comfort from the mare. Once the fire was gone and all that was left was dead wood and ashes he approached the pyre where Y/N's body no longer lay and ashes lay instead. He retrieved as much of Y/N's ashes as he possibly could and scooped them into an empty potion bottle before leaving for good, never to return.

_____

As he gazed at Cirilla, his mind could only see Y/N in that moment as though he had been given a second chance to protect her but once he dismissed his vision he was disillusioned when he realised that the girl who stood before him was his law of surprise, Princess Cirilla.

Despite feeling some disappointment he felt a determination as he had a purpose again so he swore to himself that he would raise Cirilla different, that she would become a fighter, as strong as she could be so that she may survive unlike Y/N and live the life Geralt had hoped Y/N could.

He clutched his medallion which was engraved with the first intial of Y/N's name and held within it Y/N's ashes.

'Missing you everyday kiddo.'

(Just want to say thanks to reading all of @cas-kingdom witcher fics I managed to build the courage to finish my own. It might be a bit rusty since it's my first time writing a fic on Tumblr but I'm pretty happy with it. I completely made up Jacob's story btw.)

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[goldenmaybank]

no strings ~ scout’s writing challenge

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: jj and y/n have had a no strings attached agreement for years, but that statement couldn’t be farther from the truth.

warnings: swearing, cheating, implied sex, and slight fluff 

word count: 2.2k

this is my entry for @ptersparkers​ writing challenge! hope you all enjoy :)

no strings attached. that was the agreement we made back in freshman year. it's now junior year and that agreement still stands. no feelings involved, just pure fun, but how do you not fall for his big blue eyes and bright smile. it was only meant to be for one night, but one night soon turned into two then three and now i've lost count how many nights we've spent together. almost every night for this past year he’s slept in my bed under my silk sheets with our bodies intertwined with one another. i constantly convince myself it's nothing more than having fun but every time i hear his name i get butterflies and whenever he's near me my heart starts to beat a million times faster. i try to convince myself it's not love, but after being with someone in that way for three years it's impossible for it not to turn into that. but clearly it's possible for him at least. that's why i don't say anything and continue to hide my true feelings because i know he doesn't feel the same way as me and probably never will. i stay up every night with him on my mind and thoughts of what we could be consumes my every thought.

freshman year was the hardest of them all mainly because jj had a girlfriend at the time. i know what i did was wrong but the taste of his lips and the way he touched me that first night was so captivating. i knew from that moment i would never be able to let him go. i tried not to get sucked into him and his player ways, but soon the second night happened and from then it was history. we would meet every thursday night at my place at midnight. he was never late and it made me wonder if he craved my touch as bad as i craved his. we would walk past each other in the streets like we barely knew each other when in reality he knew every curve and mark on my body.

sophomore year was easier than the last since he no longer was with his girlfriend, but also harder because that's when i started catching feelings for him. now since he was single, we could actually be seen together, but still had to be cautious since i was a kook. i never understood the rivalry between the kooks and pogues, but i knew if any of the kooks found out i was with jj all hell would break loose. me and sarah were known as the kook princesses, and since she was dating topper, everyone expected me to date a kook too. before i met jj, i went on a few dates with rafe since thats who my parents wanted me to be with, but after realizing all kook guys are self absorbed assholes, i knew i could never be with any of them. the only kook i can tolerate is sarah, and at times she can even be blinded by the things topper tells her. a couple months into freshman year, i already started to get suffocated at the kook academy and went to the beach to escape, which is where i met kie. the moment i met her we instantly clicked and she invited me to the kegger that they were having that night. thats when i met the rest of the pogues, including jj. we spent the whole night attached at the hip drinking and laughing together. soon enough the guest room at the cheateu was filled with nothing but the sound of our moans. that was the first of many nights we spent there together. 

almost every single day i would meet jj by the beach to spend time with him. whether we were surfing, hanging out on the hms pogue with the others, or eating at the wreck, i just loved being around him. although we weren't together people acted like we were. kie would always say we were unofficially official. soon enough our every thursday night meet-ups became every thursday and friday meet-ups and eventually every night meet-ups. we spent every night together at my place until my parents found out and we needed a new place, so we started hanging out at the chateau.

junior year has been the best one so far. jj and i hung out more in public not caring what anyone else would think and gone on what he calls "non-dates" even though it's exactly what dates are. he's met my younger sister and she absolutely adores him, which now makes me wish we never got our families involved in this since i know he doesn't reciprocate my feelings. i've spent so much time with him that i feel almost empty not being in his arms at night. he knows everything about me and i know everything about him. we've shared all of our secrets and deepest thoughts with each other. i've seen his vulnerable side so much that it's almost impossible for me not to fall in love with him. he's opened up to me and let me in more than anyone else in his life even his best friends. every night is something new with him and i never want it to stop even though i know inevitably it will.

"you remember the second night you stayed at my place and you got scared of my dog" i said laughing as we laid next to each other on my bed talking about our favorite memories together.

"look in my defense, your dog is huge and she woke me up out of my sleep." jj said chuckling slightly.

"she was just being friendly and you wouldn't stop screaming. almost woke up my damn parents."

"don't act like you haven't almost woken up john b before with your clumsy ass. you almost knocked over his whole desk trying to get into the room."

"i'm sorry i'm not an expert at climbing through windows like you."

"well when you've had a lot of practice you know how to." he said cockily.

"oh shut up." he laughed as i tiredly punched his arm, "you know damn well i was the first window you came through." i said sassily.

"you're right. you were."

"wait really? so jj maybank has never snuck into another girl's house before? i'm surprised."

"why?" he asked as he turns his body towards me and moves me so i face him.

"i don't know i guess with your reputation i thought you would've been with a bunch of girls before me."

"you wanna know the truth? you're the first girl i've ever slept with."

"wait what?" i sat up against the headboard looking at him confusingly, "what about your ex or all those tourons you would flirt with?"

"all we would do is flirt and make out a little, but it never went any further. either i was always drunk or they were and i never wanted that to be my first time, you know? and with my ex we were only fourteen and dated for a few months. i told you before i never really felt anything for her. it was all just so i could know what it felt like to be a boyfriend.”

“but we were only fourteen, when we..”

“i know, but it was different with you. you are different.”

"so, that means you were a virgin when we first-"

"yup." he said admittedly.

"wow. well i couldn't tell." i joked.

jj looked at me and chuckled slightly, but i could tell something was off with him. his eyes didn't have the same brightness as usual.

"what's wrong?"

"what do you mean? nothings wrong."

"jj, you can't lie to me. i've known you for way too long and i know when somethings wrong, so what's up."

"i don't know. i-" he sighs deeply as he looks at up at me, "it's just- is that what you think of me? that i'm just some player who fucks any girl that throws herself at me."

"what? no. of course not. i just assumed-"

"because that's not who i ever wanted to be." he said cutting me off, "i never wanted to be like- like my dad, you know?” he says as he looks down at his hands, fiddling with them, “as much as he claims he loved her, he treated my mom like shit. he would get drunk and mess around with a bunch of women because he could never commit. i never wanted to be like that. i never wanted to make a girl feel the way my mom felt. she was so heartbroken when he would come back home smelling of perfume and lie to her face. eventually, she had enough of it and just got up and left. kinda wish she took me with her. but i told myself i would never be like that and then i realized i was. back in freshman year when i cheated on my ex-"

"with me" i looked at him sympathetically understanding why what i said bothered him so much, "look, j you're nothing like your dad. i know i've never met him but from what you told me about him you two are completely different people. you’re nothing like that cheating, abusive asshole, okay? you're such a sweet, kindhearted person who always puts others before yourself, especially when it comes to your friends. i've never seen someone care so much about others than you. you have such a pure, kind soul and nothing will ever change that. i know you cheated on her with me and it probably wasn't the right choice, but it sure as hell wasn't a mistake and i won't call it that. being with you was never a mistake for me and i hope you feel the same about it but this" i say as i motion between us, "will never be something that i regret. i know i've said this before but i believe that this was meant to be and we were meant to find each other. the circumstance might not have been the best, but i found you and that's all that matters. you're nothing like him and never will be."

we both laid in silence looking up at the ceiling while raindrops hit the window softly. i started to wonder if maybe i said something wrong or said too much. i feel so deeply for him and whenever he tries to put himself down it breaks my heart. in my eyes he's the perfect guy despite all his faults. sometimes i think one day i'll tell him how i feel and scare him off which is the last thing i want to do. i want to be able to have these moments with him for as long as i can.

"you know, i want to get married before i have kids." jj said breaking the silence.

"that's random, but alright." i said giggling.

"i was just thinking about my parents and they had me before they even thought of marriage. i think that's where they could've went wrong. maybe if they would've taken the time to actually bound their love together before having a kid, they could've lasted longer. after they had me he could never commit fully because of all the responsibility, so maybe if they already took that step to "finalize" their love he would've stayed." he said shrugging.

"well i always wanted to have kids before i get married because i want my kids to be apart of my wedding."

"i guess we could just have two weddings then."

"huh?" i said confusingly finally looking at him.

he looks back at me and sighs, "yeah, i mean since you want one before and i want one after, we can just have two. we have the real one before and then we can renew our vows and have a second wedding with our kids so they can experience it with us."

"so, we're gonna get married and have kids?" i said smirking at him.

"i-i mean i guess. obviously only if you want to." jj said blushing as he started to look anywhere but at me.

i grab his face so he's looking at me, "i would love to, jj."

we both smile at each other as he pulls me closer to him connecting our lips. when we pull apart, i cuddle up into his chest as we continue to lie in silence. i feel my heart flutter as i feel his hands rub my back soothing me. being in his arms felt like home and i only hope he feels the same. as i start to think about how it would be if we were actually dating, the same words he would always say when we started this repeat in my mind "this is only for fun. no strings attached. no feelings. just pure fun." maybe that's all this will truly ever be, just fun, and that's the thought i have before falling asleep in his arms.

×

when i know she's asleep, i just stay awake and admire how she looks in the moment. even sleeping she has a slight smile on her face, which makes me wonder what she's dreaming about. sometimes i wish it was me she's dreaming about even though i know it's not. "just for fun" i remind myself of the words i said but that couldn't have been more of a lie, especially now more than ever. of course what we had was fun, but it was way more than that.

"i love you" i say as i kiss her forehead and wrap my arms tighter around her soon falling asleep as well.

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[killjoysfromyesterday]

day twelve of @badthingshappenbingo !

prompt: struggling against the caretaker

word count: 828

⚠️please use caution of your own triggers before reading prompts on the board.

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doc's crew's waiting. they're losing this firefight and the dracs are pooling in swarms. they need to go. where the hell is jet? doc should've known better than to bring him to a firefight with the exterminators here. they had probably already skinned him alive. hell, he's only fourteen, he doesn't need to be seeing this.

when doc finds him, he's watching a figure disappear into a cloud of dust kicked up by a drac bike. his fists are balled up and he's ready to give chase, and then the figure looks back, and doc can see the figure's face.

it's an exterminator. the exterminator who killed jet's parents. how doc knows? the poster on jet's bedroom wall, the one he throws knives at when he's angry. doc always thought it was morbid, but he never stopped him. maybe he should've, now that he thinks about it. witch, they need to go.

"jet. we need to go, they're almost on top of us." doc mutters, putting a hand on jet's shoulder. he hopes it passes off as a comforting gesture and not the way doc's praying to the witch jet doesn't run after the crow, because jet’s faster than anyone in the crew.

"i need to finish this, need to make him pay-" jet starts, and when he breaks his gaze from the exterminator to look back at doc, his eyes are filled with fire that doc can't even describe. he looks rabid. ignited like a dog on a rabbit chase.

"we don't have time. please, jet, c'mon." doc begs, grip on jet's shoulder tightening. jet's head whips back to where the figure was, before jolting forward.

"jet, stop!" the dracs are practically sealing their deathwish now. if they don't get to the car, their next destination will be the mailbox. doc can barely keep his grip on jet.

"let go of me!" jet's tugging as hard as he can, but doc grabs him, hugging the boy tight against his chest. jet's ray gun drops to the sand.

"i'm not giving up on you!”

"get off! get off of me, please, just let me go find him, please-!" jet’s voice is breaking, and he struggles down until they’re practically on the ground, doc still restraining him with all his will.

"jet, we need to-!"

doc's cut off by an explosion that leaves them both slamming backwards in the sand, it feels like the world's crashing into open air and the impact knocks the wind out of their lungs. there’s the light of fuel and sand being tossed into the air, but the dust has already cleared.

doc doesn't know what detonated the bomb, but this zone is known for having faulty landmines that never detonated after the helium wars. he knows stories of people getting blown to pieces. looks like it happened here, too, except this time it was dracs. and dozens of them.

they didn't take the brunt force of the explosion, in fact, it seems the explosion itself was somewhat small; but when doc finally rises, all the dracs around them are dead. jet's still in shock, and doc shakes him awake lightly.

"c'mon. we need to get out of here." doc's voice is grim as he surveys the surroundings. the white coats of dead dracs are stained with dust and blood, setting a gruesome scene.

"where'd he go?" jet asks once he's woken from his stupor, wiping a bit of blood off his forehead.

"give it up, jet." doc sighs.

"no, where did he go?" jet's still insistent.

"you're delusional! you think getting your revenge is gonna solve everything, you're just killing another person over an old grudge?" doc snaps.

"old grudge? he made me a fucking orphan! besides, you always tell me crows don't deserve to be called humans."

"every time i think you've grown up, you come back to this selfish little dream of yours-"

"i hate you." jet cuts him off, voice sharp as daggers. doc stands there, dumbfounded. his adopted son doesn’t have a trace of regret in his tone, staring numbly back at doc. jet’s eyes are watering, and doc doubts that it’s just the dust.

never, in the four years doc has raised jet, has jet said that he hated him. it cuts deep. where’s the timid ten year old he found all those years ago? the scrappy, broken orphan in the alleyway behind tommy’s? doc can scarcely recognize jet now.

jet turns away, eyes dull and defeated, picking his gun up and dusting the sand from the barrel. doc tries to find something to say. it feels like his brain has been rattled by the explosion.

maybe this is what jet was always destined for. self destruction in the name of revenge. doc needs to get through to him, stop him before he becomes a martyr for no one but himself.

because at the end of the day, jet, an eye for an eye makes the world blind.

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[babylooneytoonz]

Trip Mines & Broken Hearts [Tommy Shelby x Reader]

Quick link to find all the other parts here.

Part-5

In the bleak midwinter, when everything was dark and decaying, you had one hope. A tiny ray of light; in the form of her shrill cries—

You named her Sophie.

All that pain, all those endless hours of screaming, cursing and writhing in pain, she had finally made an appearance at 4 am on an early winter morning in Birmingham, her tiny black hair mopped over her small, round head. She was beautiful, her tiny hand, it could fit in your wedding band.

She had her father's blue eyes, and maybe, she would have Tommy's cheekbones when she grew up.

How you loved those cheekbones—

As you nursed your newborn to sleep, you felt a pang in your chest, and a sudden breathlessness; your heart aching for him. If only, he was here right now. If only, he could hold her, press her to his chest, and promise he will watch over her for the rest of his life, devoting himself to the daughter he shared with you.

Now, six years later, the pain wasn't as severe as it was before.

Time heals all wounds—

No, it doesn't heal them, you just get so immune to the pain, you stop feeling it anymore. It's as though it becomes a part of you—

If there was one thing you could not have, the love of the man you wanted, you had found companionship; friendship in form of Theodore Wilkinson, your husband. Your daughter, your precious angel, your little Sophie, had a loving, nurturing father and you were happy.

But you couldn't stop her from growing up, could you?

You wished sometimes, that she was still a babe, curled at your chest, nestled away from all the harsh realities of this world, unaware, in a bliss. But then, she was growing up.

She was six today—

Although you couldn't afford to throw her a lavish birthday party, with all the money restrictions, the rent you had to pay, taking care of your husband, who was slowly dying, succumbing finally, to the infection that his leg had caught back in France, you did still do what little you could to make her day. Three of her friends had just left, their tummies full, remnants of the delicious chocolate lavendar cake you had baked still on the corners of their lips.

You stood by the door to your parlor, your eyes trained on your daughter who was sprawled over the carpeted floor, unwrapping what little presents she had, while her father sat in his wheelchair, not far from her, an excited, happy look on his face, causing you to smile as well. On days like this, you felt blessed, you felt thankful, that your daughter had gotten the love of both, a father and a mother. No child should be deprived of that.

Your husband's eyes caught you and you saw him bend slightly, whispering something into Sophie's ears as he slowly wheeled his way towards where you were standing.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked you.

"She's growing up so fast, Theodore, I just—" You grumbled, both your eyes trained on her as she was still unwrapping one of the boxes, "— I wish time would slow down. It's like her childhood is slipping away and I'm losing you to —" You bit back on your tongue, to refrain yourself from saying it out loud, but it was too late, he had already caught you.

"T's okay love, you can say it. I'm dying. But there's nothing to be sad in that, is there? You gave me a new life in France, if it wasn't for you, I would have died back then, wouldn't have had the fuckin' chance to father such a lovely child."

"Theo—" You whispered, placing both your hands on his shoulders as you towered over him, giving them a slight squeeze.

This man had been nothing but kind to you. You wished you could love him the way you loved the man who didn't look back, left you and your daughter but you couldn't. No matter how hard you tried, there is a thing about love—the heart had a mind of its own; it wanted what it wanted, no matter how hard you tried to confuse it. Theo had always known that you didn't love him, not the way a wife should love his husband but he was okay with it. He knew that someone had broken your heart, so bad, you had stopped living, you just existed and he had often tried to ask you who he was, but you had never told him.

It surprised you today, when out of the blue, on your daughter's sixth birthday, he asked you the question you didn't want to answer.

"Would you deny a dying man a last wish?"

"You are not dying Theo—"

"Who was he, love? The man that broke your heart? Who's her father?" He pointed towards Sophie with his eyes.

"You are."

"Biological father, love." He said, a little sternly.

You sighed, your fingers toying aimlessly with each other. You had tried to stir him away from this for six years, but you didn't think you could lie any longer. And he was right, not when he was inching closer to death everyday. You could already see his bones, he hardly could keep food inside, you often had to keep him on a liquid diet.

So you decided, that tonight in bed, you would tell him everything because he deserved to know. And when you did, needless to say, he was shocked.

"Thomas Shelby? Thomas Fucking Shelby? That bloody gangster that threatens men with those fookin' razor blades?" Your husband had a priceless look on his face; as though he had mined out diamonds and was about to get rich.

"You talk about him like he's some fuckin' God."

"He is, to almost all of Birmingham, you see there's only a thin line between God and the devil, the devil is, after all, a fallen angel—" He groaned as he tried to get comfortable in bed but could not do so, his sore body making him almost curse in pain.

You couldn't help roll your eyes at him, shrug your shoulders and lay down on your back, closing your eyes, as you mumbled, "Go to bed, Theo, I have to be at the clinic early in the morning." You worked at a tiny clinic on the other side of the town; a clinic for the lower middle class, those who couldn't afford going to expensive doctors. But he paid you enough to keep your house over the head.

The next morning, you had woken up early and headed to the clinic and much to your dismay, there had been a blast at a factory nearby, which meant you had to extend your shift by a few hours as the casualty number was starkly high. It was almost ten at night and you had been working non stop for almost fourteen hours. Your body felt like it had been run over by a motorcar, your shoulders were tense and you had a spurting headache that caused you to groan in annoyance at any sound that you came across, while walking back home.

Little did you know that you were soon going to forget all this—

Your house was eerily quiet, and usually you could hear the sound of your daughter's words even when you had not started climbing up the stairs to your front door. But of course, it was late at night and it wouldn't be a surprise if your husband had somehow managed to tuck her in.

You unlocked the door with a sigh, stepping in and immediately sliding out of your shoes. The living room was dark, but you could see that the lights in Sophie's bedroom were switched on. Taking off your overcoat, you placed it on the hanger, noting an unfamiliar overcoat hanging on it. Who was visiting your house at 10 at night?

"Sophie, baby?" Your voice was trembling slightly, ringing through the hallway as you aimlessly called out; although you didn't know why.

That's when you heard the floorboard creak, somewhere in the house, just lightly but you had still caught it; and you knew you weren't alone.

The first thing you did was lunge at a vase nearby as a reflex, curling your fingers tight around it; switching on the light.

A sudden panic took over you and you turned towards the intruder.

"It's me, put the fucking vase down."

Just like his words, the vase slipped from your fingers, crashing against the floor as the horror sunk in. Oh, how you had imagined this night to be; the countless times you had rehearsed in your mind, what you were going to say to him, but right now, all you could manage to do was let out the breath you didn't even realise you were holding in.

It was as though you were standing face to face with your past—

After all these fucking years, he looked just the same; just a tad bit older perhaps & the way his hair was styled was so different now; and was that pain in his eyes? Was that regret? Regret he fucking left you like a discarded toy—

The relief of seeing him again was short-lived, and what followed it was a fear, a mother's instinct.

"Sophie. Where is she? Where is she?" You screamed out loud, hot tears sliding out of your eyes.

"Fucking hell," He almost snapped in annoyance, "Stop, she's inside —"

"How the fuck did you even find us? What the fuck are you doing in my fucking house?"

You were going mad; you were going crazy. You could feel your body shake like a leaf. Tommy tried to hold you by your shoulders to stop you from shaking but you pushed his hands away, taking a step away.

"Sophie?" You turned back around; running towards your daughter's bedroom. Pushing the door open, you stepped in, only to find her asleep in bed, her teddy bear tucked into her arm. You slid down on the floor, next to the bed, running your fingers through her hair and slowly, she fluttered her eyes open, probably having been woken up from sleep, "Mummy?"

"Baby, mummy's here, you don't have to be afraid. Where's your daddy?"

She shifted in bed, bringing her teddy up to her chest, "Which daddy mummy? The old one or the new one?"

"What do you mean? Of course, you've got one daddy, baby."

There was a sudden silence in the room. It didn't make sense; there sat your daughter's real father, in the living room of your house. And here, your daughter's words didn't make any sense.

"Daddy said that he is my new daddy, I haven't seen him since then," your daughter's sleepy voice reached you.

"When did this happen, baby?"

"When daddy took me to meet my new daddy. Now will you come to bed with me?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her palms.

It all made sense now.

"Go to sleep, baby. Mummy will join you in a minute. Mummy wants to speak to your daddy."

Her real daddy.

You were about to stand up, when her sleepy, broken words reached your ears, "Is my new daddy still here? I want him mummy."

You sighed, barely audible as you tucked her into her blanket, kissing her forehead before you made your way out, closing the door slowly without slamming in. Your shoes flapped against the wooden floorboards as you stormed your way into your bedroom, only to find an empty bed, the place where Theodore used to rest. You didn't understand.

Your nostrils flared; your eyes burnt in hatred. That man had probably done something, of course, he was Thomas Fucking Shelby, capable of anything.

You stepped into the hallway, screaming his name until you were once again standing face to face.

"THOMAS?!"

Today, you were going to confront him, this was the day you had been waiting for, but you sure had hoped it would be in better circumstances—

"Where the fuck is my husband?"

"Sit down."

"Thomas, just tell me what did you do to him? Did you kill him? Did you fucking kill him because you couldn't stand —"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, WILL YOU BLOODY SIT DOWN?"

He cut you off, screaming back at you, just as loudly as you were screaming, your chest heaving up and down.

Finally, you dropped down on the edge of the couch, as though you were nothing but a lifeless corpse. You looked at him, your eyes clouded with mist; hatred in your eyes.

"You shouldn't have come back, I was so happy without you."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tommy sit doen on a couch opposite to you, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he pushed them apart, arching his body forward, his cold, conniving eyes scrutinizing you. His fingers shuffled through his breast pocket to pull out a box of cigarettes and a stick, pinning it to his lips. As you saw him light a match, his face glowing orange under the light from the tiny source of fire, you could see the haunting in his eyes, the questions buried deep within his soul.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

You sat back, your back brushing against the backrest as you eyed him, a bitter smile creeping against the corner of your lips.

"What good would have come from telling you anyway? You were busy with that blonde bartender of yours, what was her name? Ah, yes, Grace."

Tommy's hand clenched into a fist at the mention of her name, his knuckles almost cracking and a warning look crossed his eyes.

"Don't drag her into this mess you've fucking created."

"Where is my husband?" Your immediate question followed; your body a little relaxed now. If he wanted to have a discussion like adults, you were going to give him one.

"Your husband—" You stiffened, sensing the bitterness in his throat; the way the words rolled out of his lips, venomous, ugly. You could sense the danger lurking within the walls of his emotionless eyes, a danger you wanted to shield your daughter from.

"I freed him."

You stood up, towering over him, blinking; confused.

"What?"

You watched as the man you once loved bring the cigarette up to his lips, smoke belting out of his mouth, coiling around him like a snake.

"Guess I had a visitor, an unexpected one, for that matter. At first, I didn't believe what he told me; that he was your fucking husband."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HUSBAND?"

"I just handed him the gun—"

You could listen no more. Your throat contracted, a sudden feeling of someone choking and twisting your insides took over you, and you doubled up, pressing your palm to your lips, a wave of nausea hitting you. You then recoiled away from him.

He killed your husband.

"Why?" You whispered; your tears falling freely off your eyes, looking into his eyes for any form of emotion, if there was any left inside of him.

"He begged me for release."

You knew he wasn't lying, the man that was dead inside him, the boy you knew, did not lie to you. Not when he was looking you straight in the eye. Your memories flew back to the day he had confessed to not having given Jasper the locket that was intended to be his goodluck charm, which was now dangling from his waistcoat.

"You couldn't live without taking another one's life, did you? You couldn't fucking keep your hands off my husband, you fucking did it again."

Tommy stood up, letting the butt of the cigarette drop to your floor and he stomped on it, his hands flying to his waist. He took a step forward, towering over you, his mind struggling to keep in control the rage that was building inside him.

"I did what he asked me to, hand him the fucking gun. It's a soldier's thing, you won't bloody understand."

"Are you religious, Thomas?" You stood up abruptly, ignoring how close you were standing from him, your chest almost parallel to his.

"Never was."

"Then stop trying to be a fucking God."

You felt numb, your thoughts scattered, your heart wailing in agony. You turned away from him, you couldn't look him in the eye. He was a murderer. Even if it was your husband who had wanted it.

You knew it, with every bit of your heart, how Theodore hated being like this; in pain, like a heavy burden on your shoulders, but he shouldn't have done it. The realisation hit you, how he had asked you who Sophie's father was and maybe, just maybe you had lied, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

"Is she mine?" That cold voice was at it again, clawing through your mind like a shovel.

After all that you had been through, he thought she wasn't his.

"Why are you here if she isn't yours?"

He didn't answer.

"Get the fuck out of my house, out of my life, back into the fucking hole you crawled out from and out of my daughter's life. You've murdered my husband, I wouldn't let you touch a hair on my girl's head."

Something shattered around you; a beautiful vase, scattering to pieces around you as Thomas took his anger out on it, smashing it to the wall. Without saying anything, you watched as he turned around, taking his coat off the coat hanger.

"If she's my girl, there's no one that can stop me from seeing her, ay?"

With one last warning, your front door slammed shut and you were engulfed in a sudden emptiness, in a big empty house— a widow, with a daughter to raise.

(A/N - The GIFs are not mine, found one on Google and liked it so I saved it. Let me know if it is yours and I will credit you. 💕)

@sighonahurricane hope you like it.

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[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.39

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Rose and Willy make a decision about the next step in their relationship.

A/N: Only a little bit of smut.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​ @frozenhuntress67​

It was another morning and Rose's eyes opened. She smiled when she saw that Willy was beside her, still fast asleep. The memories of last night flooded her brain. Memories of their wedding and them making love for the first time.

Rose kissed Willy on the cheek and she was about to get up to go have a shower, but a mumble coming from her husband stopped her. "Starshine, don't go just yet. Lay with me a little longer" Rose laid back down. She caressed Willy's face and stroked his soft skin. Willy's eyes opened. "So last night wasn't a dream" He said.

Rose shook her head. "Nope. It was real, cocoa bean"

"Then why did it feel like such a dream?"

"Because that's what it feels like when you're with someone you love"

Willy smiled. "If being with you is like a dream, then I'll never wake up again"

Rose giggled at that. She inched her face closer to his and gave him a kiss. Willy's arm wrapped around her and he pulled her closer to him. Their naked skin was warm against one another.

"Last night was the most amazing night of my life, starshine" Willy confessed. He touched his forehead to hers and lightly brushed his fingertips along the silky skin of her back. "It wasn't just the...you know...which made it so wonderful. But I definitely liked that part" He giggled before continuing. "The whole wedding was wonderful"

"It sure was" Rose said dreamily. She kissed Willy once more. "I was about to pop in the shower. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"

"You know I would" Willy answered with a smirk. Rose hopped out of bed first. She walked around to Willy's side and held out her hands to him. He grabbed her hands and rose up from the bed. He let Rose carry him towards the bathroom.

******

Their shower was getting quite steamy and in more ways than one. Rose and Willy massaged shampoo into each other’s hair, and when it came to washing one another, they took their sweet time.

Willy lathered up Rose first. He carefully washed her arms, stomach, back, and legs. He spent some extra time when it came to her breasts. He didn’t just wash them. He groped, kneaded, and kissed.

While he was enjoying himself with her tits, Rose decided that she would start washing him. She made sure to lather every inch of skin. Of course, she saved a very special place for last.

Rose took Willy’s cock in her hands and started jerking him off. His lips left her skin so that he could moan. “Oh, truffle”

Rose leaned her face in close so that their lips were almost touching. “Will you make love to me again?”

“I will” He whispered so desperately. “Whenever you want me to”

“Mmm. Well, I want you right now” She teasingly brushed her lips against his. “Do you want me?”

“More than you know” He growled before grabbing the back of Rose’s head and pulled her into a searing kiss.

He pushed her against the tiled wall. Rose shivered at the contact. It felt cool against her back. Willy made sure to keep Rose steady as she positioned herself so that she had one of her legs wrapped around his waist.

Willy took his cock in his hand, and guided himself so that he was lined up with Rose. “Are you ready, starshine?”

“Yes” Rose gave her consent.

Slowly and gently, Willy pushed himself inside her. They proceeded to make such sweet love to each other, until they reached their simultaneous highs, swallowing each other’s moans in feverish kisses.

******

Rose stood in the kitchen as she worked on cooking breakfast for her and Willy. She was wrapped in a robe, and her damp blonde hair was sticking to her skin.

Willy soon joined her, dressed in a matching robe and wet hair. He came up behind Rose, wrapping his arms around her and tucking his chin on her shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her neck.

"Breakfast looks almost as ravishing as you, starshine"  Willy purred to her.

"Cocoa bean, if you keep talking to me like that, I'm just going to have to have you for breakfast instead"

"I wouldn't mind going again"

"Willy Wonka!" Rose gasped, a bit over dramatically. "Since when did you get such a dirty mind?"

Willy giggled innocently. "I think you had something to do with that" He pressed his palms flat against her stomach. "Starshine, do you think that you're...?"

Rose smiled, relaxing her body and leaning against Willy. "I don't know, cocoa bean. It might not happen right away" She went silent, her smile falling from her lips.

Willy noticed. "Tell me what you're thinking"

"Are you absolutely sure that you're ready to be a dad?" Rose asked, turning around so that she was facing her husband. "I mean, I'm not even sure if I'm ready to be a mom"

"Sure, I'm not sure if I'm ready" Willy cupped Rose's face in his hands. "But I'm absolutely certain that I know it is something that I want"

And Rose was certain that's what she wanted too. She wanted to have a beautiful family with Willy. Two children. Twins. One boy and one girl. Their names would be Fleur and Dulce. And they would be the spitting image of their father.

Of course, even if that's not quite how it works out, Rose would still be happy all the same. And she knew Willy would be too.

"Is it official then?" Rose wondered. "Are we officially trying to start a family of our own?"

Willy smiled. "I would like to think so"

Rose copied his smile. "You know that means we're going to have to keep making the baby"

"Everyday?" Willy asked, his eyebrow raised and his tone hopeful.

Rose answered playfully. "If that's what it takes"

"I like that sound of that!" Willy excitedly said before pressing his lips to hers. He untied Rose's robe and pushed the satin material off of her. It pooled at her feet.

"Willy, what about breakfast?"  Rose only pulled away slightly from Willy's lips.

He fell to his knees and pushed her legs apart. Her bare pussy was revealed to him. Willy looked up at Rose with an almost animalistic hunger in his eyes and licked his lips. “I thought we agreed we'd be having each other for breakfast"

******

It turned out to be quite the fun morning for Rose and Willy. Once they did get dressed and actually eat breakfast for real, they made their way to the Bucket house. The both of them talked it over and felt like it would be a good thing to inform their family of their next steps. Rose let out a shaky breath she didn't even realize she was holding. She went to knock on the door, but she paused, her fist hovering just above it.

Why was she feeling so nervous about talking to her parents about the possibility of them having grandchildren in the near future? What if they tell her things like, "It's too soon for you to even be thinking about children" or, "You're not ready for motherhood yet"?

Willy had noticed that Rose fell rather quiet. He peered in her direction. He saw that she was in mid-knock, staring blankly at the door. It reminded him of how he would stare off into space when he got his flashbacks.

"Starshine," He started. He grabbed the hand the remained at Rose's side and he gave it a squeeze. That knocked Rose out of her thoughts. She blinked a few times, turning to look at Willy. "Are you okay?"

"Yes" Rose pointedly said.

But Willy knew that she wasn't. "I know you, Rose. And you only stare blankly like that when something is wrong" He then wrapped his arm around her, bringing Rose into a hug. "So tell me starshine, what's got you so scared?"

"I'm.... I'm scared to tell mum and dad. What if we tell them and they tell us that we shouldn't have children? What if they say we're being young and naive?"

"Well that doesn't sound like the Mr and Mrs Bucket I know" Willy attempted to ease Rose. "If they thought that we were young and naive, would they have approved of us even getting married so soon?"

"I suppose not"

"My sweet and beautiful Rose, you may be young but you're certainly not naive. Now me, I may be a little naive, especially when it comes to family things, but I'm not as young as you are"

Rose suddenly realized that for as long as she has been with Willy, she never did catch his age. She tilted her head curiously. "How old are you?"

Willy stiffened and then his smile turned into a pout. "I... I really would rather you didn't know"

Rose smiled and nodded in understanding. "That's okay. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable by asking. I was just curious"

"Forty" Willy suddenly blurted. He then instantly regretted it, scared that Rose would now reject him because of the fact that he was older than she was. But Rose wasn't cringing or wretching. She was still smiling. Willy repeated his age, more confident. "I'm forty"

"Forty" Rose repeated, implanting the information in her brain. "You definitely look younger than that. I would have pegged you for early thirties, at least"

"So you're not disgusted?"

"Why would your age make a difference with how I feel about you? Yes, there's a fourteen year age difference between us, but so what. Does knowing I'm younger make you any less attracted to me?"

"You'd be silly to think otherwise, starshine" Willy giggled so happily as he took Rose's face in his hands. "Nothing is ever going to make me change the way I feel about you"

Rose bit her lip as he scanned every inch of his face with her eyes. "You make forty look real good. So sexy" She winked at him. "And besides, I did always have a thing for older guys"

"Oh, do you?"

"Oh yes. First boy I had a crush on, Jimmy Wells, was fourteen. A full two years older than me"

And that was the end of that conversation as the door suddenly opened, revealing Mrs Bucket. "Thought it was you two we heard out here"

"Hello mum" Rose greeted her.

"Hi Mrs—" Willy stopped himself. He was married to Rose now, which meant that her mom was now his mom as well. So he greeted her as such. "Hi mom"

The couple stepped inside the house and were quickly greeted by the other Buckets. "Hello Rose! Hello Willy!"

Charlie immediately ran up to them, engulfing his sister and his new brother in a hug. Rose pat him on the head. Willy pat him on the shoulder.

"Well hello to you too, Charlie!" Rose said. "What's got you so happy this morning?"

"You two" Charlie answered, letting go of both of them. "I can't believe it. You two are married now"

"I'm still wrapping my head around it too" Willy said. He looked at Rose and smiled. "I was sure when I woke up this morning, it was all a dream"

"That's the honeymoon phase for you" Grandpa George said. "It doesn't last forever but I have a feeling with you two, it won't ever go away"

"Speaking of honeymoons, are you two planning on going on one?" Grandma Josephine inquired.

"We never discussed it. I don't think we'd need to go on a honeymoon. I'm quite content here in the factory" Rose explained. She then looked to her husband. "As I'm sure you are"

"Rose, if you want us to go somewhere special for a honeymoon, we can" Willy tried to tell her. He still wasn't all that comfortable with the idea of leaving the factory and being so far away from it, but he'd be willing to go away with Rose for a week or two.  She was more important to him than the factory anyway.

"Thanks cocoa bean, but a honeymoon isn't a priority to me right now. Something else is" Rose turned to face her family. "Willy and I have been talking and we'd like to share something with all of you"

All the Buckets leaned forward with anticipation, curious as to what Rose had to say.

Rose took in a deep breath before sharing with her family. "We've decided that having a family of our own is something that both Willy and I want. So, we're officially trying for a child"

The Buckets all broke out into smiles and cheers at the news.

"That's wonderful to hear!" Grandpa Joe said. "You'll make wonderful parents"

"See, starshine?" Willy said to Rose. He playfully bumped his shoulder against hers. "I told you they wouldn't get mad"

Mr Bucket raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think we'd be mad at you for wanting children?"

"Because we just got married. I mean, Willy and I haven't even been together a year"

"Did you know that when I became pregnant with you, your father and I weren't even married yet?" Mrs Bucket revealed. Rose's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't known that. "And even though we weren't married yet, we knew in our hearts that we were ready for you"

"Just like you two know that you're ready for your own children" Mr Bucket said. "You know you're ready because children is something you both want. And as long as you know that, that's all that matters"

Oh yes, the two Wonkas were absolutely, definitely, positively sure about their want of a child. And now matter how long it takes, they would have one.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose #ns//fw

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Awkward ~ Embry Call

A/n: I love this one, it makes imprinting feel so natural aw :’) Unfortunately because there's so much information already given to this character I decided to just make her an OC. Too much I had to apply to her to make this an x reader :/

Additionally: Should I make a part two? If it's not requested I won't do it but I could if y'all really wanted me to. Okay peace out ✌🏼

Word Count: 4215

Warnings: Angst. A lot of angst. Some fluff too :) You know the regular stuff.

Faceclaim: Michelle Rodriguez

MASTERLIST

As long as Embry Call and Quil Ateara had been friends, Quil's sister Nina and Embry had been an interesting pair. Quil thought his sister endlessly annoying and often attempted to exclude her from anything and everything they did together. The problem was, she was stubborn and often liked to do things just to because she was told not to- especially if it meant annoying her brother. They were twins, similar in looks and family but also in personality. The Ateara twins were both loud mouthed and goofy and playfully aggressive- they'd been rough housing and arm wrestling and shoving and tripping each other so often for so long that even before they were wolves everyone used to joke they were like playful pups rolling around in the dirt. Embry got along with both of them and Quil hated it.

People always joked that Nina and Embry would grow up and get married but neither had even considered it in a serious way. Not even dating or kissing or even crushing on each other. The two just clicked, friendly and familiar right off the bat. When Quil was absent at school, in a bad mood, sick, or otherwise busy, Embry spent the time with Nina. The one time they'd both been unavailable had been such a sucky, boring day that Embry was glad he had Nina as a back up for Quil's off days.

There were little moments, though. Tiny things that threw them off of the casual friendship they both secretly held so dear.

One example was when they were thirteen. Nina had been asked to a dance so she'd gotten all dolled up and waited outside her house for the boy's mom to pick him up. Except he never came. Quil finally came outside and told her to come in. It was Embry who had been able to convince her though. The boys paused their hang out that night to cheer her up, Em and Nina cuddling on the couch as Quil was unavailable while he made snacks and picked the perfect movie. When it was time for bed Nina had fallen asleep so Embry decided ti just sleep with her since she was on top of him and Quil shrugged and walked away.

Another example, when they were ten, was when Embry was riding his bike and hit a rock, scraping the crap out his knees and hands. Quil complained loudly while Nina jumped into action immediately, smoothing Embry's hair out if his face to make sure he was okay, kissing him on the cheek like her mom did to her when she needed comfort. Embry found jumself blushing at the contact, not sure if the reaction was from her kiss or the adrenaline rushing through his system. She then proceeded to patch him up with the home made first aid kid she had packed in her backpack when they had headed off. She let him grab her arm as she cleaned out the scraped, shooting him apologetic, soft expressions every time he hissed when it stung a little too much. She had been so gentle and caring and attentive that even at such a young age, he watched her for a few seconds after she finished. She was so familiar and comforting... That held up years after.

When they were fourteen, Embry's girlfriend broke up with him because she was moving and they didn't want to date over s long distance. Embry had been distraught and only Nina had been able to calm him down and bring him comfort. She was with him every step of the way as he came to terms with losing her and moving on. It was easier than he had expected it to be with Nina around. With Nina's smile, that reminded him of sunlight, and Nina's laugh that sounded like home.

When they turned sixteen Embry had pretended to be Nina's boyfriend to make an annoying boy with a huge crush on Nina go away. It had almost been too easy but when the boy left, deterred, and Quil had spent the rest of the day groaning and whining about how weird and gross it was and how they'd ruined his birthday (he'd mostly been joking- he just thought the idea of his best friend and his sister dating was majorly weird), they'd brushed off the sparks and tingles and the thread that seemed to pull them towards each other again and again.

Later that year though, Embry would get sick. Nina would be by his side, mothering him just like she always was. His mom didn't need the help but she let Nina in every day after school anyway because despite what the two kids believed, there were some things moms knew that kids didn't and this was one of those things. Nina and Ms. Call would make him soup and the trio would watch movies, often joined by Quil as well. Quil came less and less though, slowly coming ti terms with the same realization that Embry's mom had had. Nina would bring Embry his homework and they did it together. Nine would play with his hair to make his headaches go away and take his temperature and far too often have to change the wet rags she gave him to put on his skin to try and cool down his ridiculous temperature. He always refused to go to the hospital and Nina and his mom didn't force it because any doctor would he as boggled by the numbers as they were. Despite the heaviness of feeling so helpless, Nina was there every step of the way...

Until she wasn't anymore.

Embry played no games. First it was his mom telling her she couldn't come in. Sam Uley had come over the night before and now he had come back and Embry and him had been out all day. He was better but Sam had been very strict about him having no visitors until they were sure. After a few days of Embry going completely AWOL even with Quil and Jake - no calls or visits or letters or texts; NOTHING - Quil went over. He came back saying that Embry didn't want to hang out with them anymore.

"He looked me right in the eyes and said he didn't want to be friends anymore." He looked at Jake and Nina. "With any of us." After extensive questioning from the other two he finally admitted, "He was different. He'd cut his hair off, super short, and he was taller. Like way taller. I don't know it looked like'd he'd been working out- and- and he had some sort of tattoo..."

The trio was silent for a second but they all knew what had happened. It had happened before. "Sam," Jake seethed. That was the only clarification anyone needed.

And so there was three.

Working together they managed to eradicate Embry from their memories, banding together to close their wounds with force and put on smiles and keep going with the same ease their ex friend seemed to be using. They were doing very well, even when things got more serious between Jake and Bella. They became a quad again, Bella slipping into Embry's place even if she didn't even begin to fill it the same way.

Then Jake got sick.

He seemed the same kind of sick Embry had been but they all brushed it off and Nina showed up to take care of him, Quil accompanying him this time. Jake swore again and again that it wasn't like what it had been with Embry. He wasn't going anywhere near Sam Uley and his gang. Ever. Just as they were assured, Sam paid Jake a visit. First no visits, then no calls. Then dodging and lying and avoiding until Nina pulled Quil to her one day, needing his comfort. Suddenly Bella was gone too and it went from four to three to four again, straight down to two. The twins were distraught for weeks, but they always took comfort in each other.

And then Quil got sick.

Nina was silent as death as she took care of him. They exchanged no words about it ever, not trying to make jokes as the very real fear sat forever present in the house. It was the exact same sickness Jake and Embry had both had. The fever was unmistakable.

When Sam Uley came to visit, Nina refused to let him in. "Nina you need to let me in."

"NO!"

A sigh. "Nina please, there are things you don't unders-"

The door flew open and Sam stepped back, startled by the fire and ice swirling in her eyes as she experienced wrath and agony at the same time. "You've taken EVERYONE FROM ME!" Her face was so twisted that Sam didn't even try to stop her, knowing she needed to get it out. "You took E-" She still couldn't say his name. She whimpered, blinking and then skipping the rest of te letters. Sam's face softened, only sorrow manifesting. "You took Jake, and Bella. You can't take Quil from me! HE'S ALL I HAVE! I WON'T LET YOU!" He stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. She blinked and her tears began falling. "Please," she croaked, her voice hoarse and weak and cracking with emotion. "Please don't take him away too."

Sam was truly regretful. "I'm sorry Nina. It's not something I can control." And then he brushed past her into the house and while she waited outside, frozen and terrified as there was conversation inside that she could not hear. Her mother was at work so she was alone when Sam returned outside after a long time to see her in the exact place and position he had left her. "I'll be back tomorrow."

"I'm sure you will," Nina seethed. Sam sighed before leaving.

Nine was gone when he came the next day and she avoided Quil for a while, eyes still hopeful even though she was terrified to see him and know for sure. When she ran into him as she was headed in and he was headed out, she froze. They locked eyes and she took in his sheered hair and exposed torso. He was taller and leaner, more muscular. He had a tattoo ok his shoulder and her eyes watered. "Nina-" he began. She pushed passed him into the house, desperate to avoid whatever he had to say to her in excuse or reason or apology.

And so she was alone.

She stayed alone for a long time. She watched her brother and friends get along just fine without her, bonding with Jared Cameron and Paul Uley, forever under Sam's rule. She saw them at school and at parties and at the beach. It was too painful so she started to avoid them. If she wasn't hidden in the confines of her house she was hiking or sitting on the beach. She had taken drawing up as a hobby and though she wasn't great at it at first she picked it up pretty well. She became quiet, wearing grey and black hoodies to blend into the background. Quiet and invisible. The boys wouldn't admit it but they could always see her and every time their gazes landed on her, they each grew silent and somber.

Nina was quiet and lonely and a cliche edgy art kid now, but her grades kept up. It kept her busy while she drifted through an otherwise empty schedule. She couldn't go to parties and she didn't have friends so she turned to homework to eat up her time. For a long time it was like that.

Then Victoria made the newborns.

Nina missed a day of school due to a fever. And then another. She got suspended after getting in a fight with a kid in the hallway who had pushed her a little too far and the entire week she was gone she spent attached to her bed. She wasn't sick really. She was angry and incredibly hot- like her blood had turned to fire. Her mom was worried about it and when Quil asked what was going on and she told him, he recognized the symptoms and went to Sam immediately, filled with hope. Just like he always did, Sam went to the Ateara house one night to visit Nina. This visit didn't go anything like his other ones had, though.

He came to her house to see her outside, in a tank too and shorts, her hair tied in a bun as she closed her eyes, feeling the cool night on her skin as she tried to cool down. Sam sighed, approaching her. He didn't get a single word in before she sneered, "Leave."

Sam rose an eyebrow. "Nina-"

Her eyes flew open. "No." Her voice was so hard and cold that the Alpha felt threatened. He could see the aggression and the heat in her and he wanted to help. But she had known she was coming and she blatantly refused. "NO." She moved from her post on the balcony to right in front of him and he solidified his stance to seem bigger, stronger. But she had grown taller too, stronger. And she wasn't backing down. "You-" she began. Her breath came harsher, faster, and she blinked as her vision flickered oddly, the coloring different than she had ever seen the world before. "You have taken everyone," she began again, softer as she trued to compose herself. "You don't het me. You don't get to steal from me and shut me out and hurt me and then add me to your ranks." She blinked as her chest constricted and Sam reached out for her. The second his hand brushed against her skin she growled. Growled. But she was suddenly far too angry to care about that. "NO! You! YOU! You and Quil and Jacob and- and-" Her face hardened. "And Embry. You are not my family anymore! You don't get the right to worry or care about me! ANY OF YOU!" she screamed, the words garbling into something that sounded like snarls and growls more than actual human speech.

Suddenly there were people running to Sam's aid from the woods as Nina shoved him, wanting to start a fight Sam refused to engage in. Nina hunched over, eyeing the new threats. She was beginning to become more a caged animal than anything. Sam held up a hand. "Everyone back and calm down!"

That almost worked. "GOD!" Nina barked. "You follow his every word don't you? You little puppy dogs."

Paul stepped forward. "You don't know anything about us."

Nina's face twisted even more. "YOU don't know anything about ME." Her voice was low and dangerous.

Her eyes leveled on Sam and she took a step forward only to immediately be intercepted by someone. Quil. He pushed her back and began, "Nina no!" But then push set her off and she was suddenly coiling and twisting, her anger exploding as her skin itself seemed to lose purchase and slip and slide and stretch, her bones morphing into a new form. She hunched forward, her hands hitting the ground as- as paws.

Her confusion and hurt and anger changed from her new form to Sam again. She was blinded by hate and pain and all she could think was that she wanted nothing more than to tear Sam Uley to shreds. The boys turned and Nina growled as she faced down the five wolves. She would take all of them, looking them straight in the eye to communicate her vehement hatred without using the words that escaped her outside of her human form. Then her eyes met a familiar pair.

Somehow she knew it was Embry.

The world, already discolored and different, shifted and they both froze, eyes widening. There was suddenly a chord between them that tied them together, thick and undeniable. Impossible to ignore and hard to resist as it shortened, demanding them to be pulled closer.

Hearing Embry's thoughts and seeing Nina's shift, the other wolves backing off to give the two some room. Embry stumbled forward as if he was pushed but Nina collapsed in the spot she was in, her different eyes closing tightly as she hung her head. He was immediately by her side, nudging her and whining to make sure sue was okay.

Nina? Nina what's going on in that brain of yours. Please let me hear you Nina.

Hearing his voice after so long was terrible and wonderful at such intense levels that she recoiled from him. On top of that, hearing it in her head? Hearing it like she was peeking into his thoughts?

She couldn't handle it. She stood up on all fours and stumbled away from him. Her eyes were wide and her thoughts were scrambled and loud and chaotic, becoming even worse as they realized she could hear them now that she was initiated into the pack when she'd imprinted on Embry, even if she had resisted it at first. It was too much for her though and she howled, the others cringing away from her as her thoughts became hysterical bloody murder screams. She turned and ran.

After they got over the stunned shock they ran after her, causing her to run faster.

Nina stop!

Slow down!

Wait!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

They pulled back and left her alone as she asked. The further she got from them, the more it hurt her and Embry both.

She ran all night, only showing up back at the house in the morning, still in wolf form. Quil came our of their house with a folded up outfit in his hands. He offered them to her awkwardly, unsure where to go from there. She looked between him and the pile before he sighed, jogging towards the woods. She followed him, not looking over as she padded along his side. He lead her a ways in before setting the pile on the ground and then turning around and jogging back to the house. They didn't need to speak for her to know the plan he had in mind. She shifted back to human - something she'd had to work on for quite a while the previous night - and then got dressed, joining Quil back at the house. She still didn't look at him, going to pass him. He caught her arm and she went stiff. "Let. Go of me."

Quil did as she asked, deflating. "Nina-"

"No," she snapped.

Her brother watched her continue, attempting to go inside. "Sam's holding a meeting tonight. You're part of the pack. We have answers and I'm sure you have questions. Please, come?" She paused at the door. "We can be together again. You, me, Jake. Embry." She flinched at the last name as if Quil had burned her. He frowned, seeing his sister so upset. He had always been able to help her when she was upset. But she had never been this messed up and she had never shut him out so aggressively. "Please," Quil begged, his voice only a whisper.

Nina didn't look at him. "The length of my hair. Is that why you guys keep it short?" After a second, Quil hummed in confirmation. She went inside without another word and Quil sat in the steps, closing his eyes and lacing his fingers into his hair in frustration. She came out again a few minutes later but she only brushed past him, ignoring him despite him shooting to his feet and reaching out to her.

Hurt and worried and completely unsure of what to do next, Quil just headed to Sam's.

Night came and hours passed with no sign of Nina. Just as they were about to call it a loss, they all tensed as a familiar smell hit their noses. Quil and Embry were scrambling to the front door before Nina even got close enough to knock. They were surprised by the state she was in.

She seemed firmer, her eyes dark and hard and her hair cut short like Leah's, maybe a little shorter- where Leah had first cut it, maybe. She had worn it very long since the beginning of time, whining and complaining every second of even the monthly trim her mom took her to. She HATED to have her hair cut. She hated having it shorter than to her waist, loving to brush it and do it in all kinds of fun hairdo's. Now it was too short to do anything with.

She brushed past the two boys without acknowledging them except when she paused a split second when Embry's fingers brushed her arm. It was obvious she wanted to cave in and have him touch her again but she swallowed it, forcing herself to keep walking and hardening her expression. Embry and Quil followed after her. She stopped in the middle of the room, across from Sam. The two boys continued past her to Sam's side, Embry taking another chance to touch her arm as if it had been on accident. They both knew it wasn't. Sam faced her. "Quil said you had answers."

Sam nodded. "What do you know?"

"The legends are true," she stated simply. "We're shape shifters. Werewolves. Skin walkers- whatever. The Cold Ones...?"

"Vampires," Sam supplied.

Nina nodded, her face not changing. She was unreadable and even Jacob was struggling with how different she was than how he knew her to be. "Vampires and werewolves," she mused quietly. Sam nodded. "Why did I... change?"

"When more of them come, more of us awaken to combat them." When she didn't speak again, he continued. "Bella Swan. The Cullens are vampires." Nina nodded. "Newborns, new vampires, are hunting Bella down. We're not sure why yet. Bella has a thing with Edward Cullen so we're working with them to protect her." Nina rose an eyebrow but she didn't have to voice her confusion for Sam to add, "The Cullens don't eat people. As long as they feed off if animals as they promised, we don't come for them. We have a treaty."

Nina nodded again, pausing. "Am I still mortal?"

Sam softened a little as her voice became less cold. "Yes. We're still susceptible to injury and death, though we do heal VERY quickly. We can't undo what's been done and as long as you continuously shift, you don't age. If you stop shifting then you can become normal, aging and everything."

That seemed to make Nina relax a little. "And it's a choice to change? No full moon chaos?" Sam nodded. Nina's eyes shifted to Embry and her stony expression gave way to fear. "What happened?"

She hadn't meant to say it out loud but now that she had, she looked back at Sam, vulnerable. He didn't have to ask what she meant. "You imprinted on each other," he told her. She seemed confused. "It's when we find our.... other half. Soulmate is the best word we've found so far. You find someone that completes you in some way and you strive to give them anything and everything they need. A brother, a friend, a protector-"

"A lover?" Nina asked. It had slipped again and Quil coughed. She blushed.

Despite himself, Sam smiled. "A lover," he confirmed.

There was a pause as Nina looked away. She nodded once more and then turned toward the door to leave. "WAIT!" Embry called. She stopped. "Stay? Please?" She didn't respond. "I know... I know we have a lot to work out. But- please? I can't lose you again. Please."

She turned to face him, her eyes sad. "You left."

"I didn't have a choice," Embry agonized. "You can ask anyone, I've been miserable. I was so excited when we found out- maybe even more so than Quil, who was torn because he didn't want you to be like us. But I knew, I knew you'd be the most badass wolf and I've been dying to see you again." He took a step closer to her, his hands reaching for hers. She watched his fingers, now facing him even if she didn't move past that. "I wanted it to be you," he whispered. "And it is. It was always you. Please stay." Their eyes met and Nina actually managed a smile.

A sudden loud, obnoxious groan came from someone. Everyone looked over to see Quil pretending to gag. "GREAT!" he complained. "They imprinted on each other. Now I'll have to deal with the sappy thoughts while we're wolfed out. And the kissing." He rolled his eyes, his nose scrunching up.

The mood shifted instantly, Jake shoving Quil joking. "You're just jealous."

"Am not!" Quil argued. "I'm disgusted- big difference."

Nina moved to Embry's side, taking his hand shyly. They both smiled, finally standing in peace as they were finally reunited. Everyone knew where life would lead for the two, even if they didn't know the little details. Even fate knew that they were destined to fall in love. It felt so right that for a second, the time alone faded away and nothing mattered- not pain or regret or vampires or fear or danger or the chaos and danger facing. Not even Quil's loud, annoying complaints and jabs and fake gags.

Even if it would make things a little awkward...

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