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darkorderaf · 2 years

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#21 intimate moments with Hook? Absolutely adore your work!

So I had a good number of prompts that worked really well for a full Hook one-shot so I hope it’s cool that I combined all of them. It’s my first time writing Hook so I hope y’all like it and that I got his voice alright! I’ve been staring at this for three days; sorry for any errors! ;; Thanks so much for y’all sending in your requests and for your patience. <3

Pairing: Hook x OFC. Prompts: Reader is a member of Team Taz; her and Hook have feelings for each other and they’re conned into admitting it + cuddling in the first morning light + soft kisses while cuddling in bed. Requested by: @moxleygirl11x Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Fluff and smut! Word Count: 4309.

Tag List (asked to be added/removed!): @alyhull @boutmachines @chrisdickinson @crowleysqueenofhell @lghockey @rubyred1980 @sillynilly27 @simoneinside

(I don’t own gif; all credit to hoodyhoo!)

“Oh shit. That shirt looks damn good on you. What do you think, Hobbs?”

Ricky grinned at her and Will shot her an approving thumbs up when she stepped out, brand new Team Taz shirt pulled over her ring gear. The run in that sealed the deal that she was with them had happened last week but in an hour, it would be made official. The big announcement where she’d stand side-by-side with Ricky, Will, Taz, and…Hook.

Oh hell, she would be right by Hook.

The man in question was leaned against the wall, one foot planted against it as he dug through his Mary Poppins bag of chips. Hoodie pulled up over his untameable hair and just as cute as the first day she had come across him. Granted, that day had involved suplexing a man into the shadow realm but still.

Cute.

“Hook,” Ricky said as he slung his arm around her shoulder and turned her towards the younger man. “What do you think? She looks good, right?”

Hook picked his head up, expression unreadable when her eyes met his. Ricky blinked rapidly at him, brows raised but with the height Ricky had on her, she missed it. Hook gave an affirmative nod before he busied himself again with folding his empty chip bag into intricate shapes.

“Might be my new favorite,” she said with a small spin and a smile away from Ricky. Hook’s eyes slipped up to watch her. The corners of his mouth lifted some but then it was gone as soon as Ricky caught it. “I’m nervous but I’m not nervous. Does that make sense?”

“Sure it does,” Ricky answered. “But you got no reason to be nervous. You know you’re good, we know you’re good, and you’re with us because not only are you good, you’re damn good. And you’re gonna show up every woman on this roster until you get that belt. Get what I mean?”

Gratitude swelled in her chest.

“Uh-huh,” Will said with a supportive hand on her shoulder. He shot Ricky a look. “‘Sides, you’re not gonna be alone out there. Ricky and I might be busy sometimes but Hook will be out there with you. So, yeah, nothing to be nervous about. We got you.”

Shit. That was everything to be nervous about. She freeze-framed and Hook’s foot slipped off the wall. He caught himself in time and glanced at the clock. Mumbled something about it almost being time and then he was out the door. He didn’t go too far because he fell in step with her when she was the last one through it.

She didn’t pick up on what the two ahead of them were saying, too focused on not tripping over her own feet just because her crush–there it was, that word loud in her head–was walking right by her. Or that he would be ringside for every one of her matches. That they’d be sharing a space more often than not now. He was only a year older than her but there she was, doe-eyed. The embarrassment would be right on her heels no matter what.

“It does look good,” Hook said suddenly, closer than he had been before. He stared straight ahead, brows drawn together as he lowered his head. “The shirt.”

“Oh,” she said, cheeks warm and her chest tight. “Thanks.”

He smiled at her, the small one that lifted one corner of his mouth.

“They’re right, y'know,” he said as they approached the roar of the crowd. “We got you. You get nervous just…look at me or somethin’, alright?"

Before she could answer, she was led up to the tunnel and out to a wall of sound as Ricky's music hit. But she wasn't nervous, a smug smile on her face as she proudly displayed her new alliance. Hook kept an eye on her, cool as ever, and when she met his gaze from the middle of the ring, hair slightly in her eyes and a bright smile on her face, it took everything in him not to smile back.

The crowd didn't get to see that.

—

Will hadn’t been wrong at all. While he and Ricky were dealing with the hectic and heated tag team division, she and Hook took turns coming out for each other’s matches. Something that Taz was exceedingly proud of every time they walked through the tunnel together. It had been a little awkward at first, neither too sure how to step around each other but they managed it just fine. Cold-hearted was a good descriptor for how he treated his opponents but around her?

He could be downright precious sometimes.

She discovered early on that wrapping his non-dominant hand before a match proved to be a problem. As she did the finishing touches in the mirror of the Team Taz dressing room, he huffed and swore to himself behind her. His knee bounced, his fingers curled into loose fists.

“You good back there?”

She peered at him through the mirror and he frowned at her, hair in his eyes. Then he blew his hair out of his face and tried again to wrap his hand. Hook paused at her small giggle long enough for the wrap between his fingers to drop and lose tension.

“Hold on, hold on,” she said as she crossed over to him and crouched down to offer her hand. He blinked at her and swallowed but gave her his hand without hesitation. If she hadn’t had been focused on helping him, the feeling of his hand in hers would have had her head spinning. “Let me get it. Geez, who did this before I got here?”

“Dad did.”

It was a small tease but he answered her earnestly. The fact that he hadn’t shrugged her off spoke volumes and she couldn’t help but look up at him. Her face went hot as she crossed the wrapping across his palm and his fingers twitched towards hers. Ticklish, maybe? She made sure it was snug but not too tight then let go.

“Is that good?”

“Yeah,” he said as he tested it. “You’re good. It’s good. Yeah, it’s good.”

He rolled his toned shoulders and stood up, a few inches taller than her as he stretched out. One brow raised at her, he gestured towards the door. She hesitated, her attention fixed on the warmth of his eyes as he looked at her. The softness of his face, the way he took a breath and softened as he shifted on his feet. Not an ounce of hurry to him.

He wasn’t all that cold.

“Ready?”

His voice brought her out of it.

“Oh! Yes. Always.”

Her voice lowered in a tease and he turned it back on her with an amused uh-huh. Oh god, she wasn’t ready. Not with the way her stomach did flips and tricks but she smirked through it and he walked with her. Let her ego and his calming but nerve-wracking presence carry her through it.

—

Within weeks, that awkward first time was far away in the rear view. Hook supported her and she supported him. Hook was there with a bag of ice or two after her hard-hitting matches against Statlander and she always made sure to have fresh tape to wrap his hands. He trusted her enough to do both after the first couple months. Ricky and Will were thrilled at the development but perhaps none more so than Taz himself.

Proud and giddy was a way to describe the head of Team Taz when he psyched the pair up for their matches. She had expected Hook to look embarrassed or want to get away as quickly as he could but he didn’t. Sometimes she could hear Taz’s proud yelling from the apron and she would grin at Hook, just to get the tiniest hint of a smile before he went back to ruining his opponent’s day.

Then they would find some diner to dig into and quietly laugh amongst each other, just the two of them when the night went long. And it was perfect. They became as constant as the sun in each other’s days and really, she felt better for it. She hoped it was the same for him and every time that little smile of his brought out his dimples or he raised an amused brow at her antics, she was convinced it was.

At the end of the day, the rush of a victorious night for the team still in her blood, two thoughts crossed her mind.

Hook was her best friend. No question about it.

And she loved him.

—

“Hey, got a minute?”

The diner not too far from the arena of the week was the last place she had expected to see Ricky Starks wander into, let alone dressed in a casual shirt and sweatpants combo he would have never been caught dead in. Maybe that was the point, shades and all. Suspicion set in. She set her coffee cup down and squinted at him.

“Ricky, did you follow me here?”

“Maybe, don’t worry about it,” he said as he slid across from her. “I just wanted to run something by you real quick so here I am.”

“Oookay,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“Alright, cool, so, me and Taz got this idea,” he started. He was committed to the incognito aspect by keeping his designer shades on, she thought with a snort. “Baker and Cole are the power couple around here, right? King and queen, all that shit. We all hear about it, we all see it. No one’s doing anything about it though.”

She nodded. Took a sip of her coffee.

“Well, we got to talking,” he continued. He watched her closely as he talked. “We think we got something like that too. Or, well, we could. Present it that way, at least. Potentially. I don’t know. But the idea is there.”

“What do you mean? Like…me and you? Or me and Will? Where are you going with this?”

Ricky shook his head and she squinted harder. Another sip of coffee.

“While I’m very flattered,” he said, hand to his chest. “No, sweetheart, not me. Not Hobbs. You and our boy Hook.”

Her coffee betrayed her and sent her into a coughing fit. Ricky deftly crossed to her side of the table, one hand on her back. As she regained her breath, he kept on and moved back to the other side.

“Think about it, you already do everything together, right? You two might as well be the cold-hearted king and queen of this whole damn place, title pending, and we figure there could be something there.”

He framed his hands around the thrown together name for emphasis. She blanched. Something there?

“Ricky, that’s…I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a good idea. I–”

“Why not?”

She took a deep breath and leveled Ricky with a serious look, fingers tight around her mug. She couldn’t beat around the bush on this. Not with Ricky Starks.

“It’s…I like him, Ricky.”

“Yeah, I do too. He’s got my back and I got his. What’s that got to do with it?”

“I–God, this is embarrassing,” she said and put her face in her hands. “Ilikehimalot.”

“Can’t hear your ass when you’re muffled like that. The youth these days. Y’all lucky you’re cute,” Ricky huffed. But then he started up again and she swore there was a smile in his tone. Brow wiggle and all. “So you like him? Like…like-like him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” she groaned. “But yeah, I really, really do and I don’t think doing this power couple thing is a good idea because it just–” Would hurt too much. “It just wouldn’t be good.”

Ricky set his chin in his hands and whistled.

“Gonna be real with you, I’m not hearing anything yet that’s telling me it’s all bad.”

“Because he doesn’t like me like that! We’re just friends. Really good friends and that’s…that’s okay and this might hurt that somehow. I don’t know!”

“Uh-huh,” Ricky said and she couldn’t help but feel like she was being dismissed. She frowned. “Just friends? You two? Really?”

Flustered, she shoved more coffee into her mouth until the cup was empty.

“Fine, whatever you say,” Ricky said with a slight smile. “I’m just saying though, you should run it by him. Do that for me, okay?”

“What, if we’re just friends? Are you crazy?”

He lowered his glasses and fixed her with an amused look.

“The power couple, king and queen thing actually but hell, you two talk about whatever you need to, sweetheart. I gotta jet but let me know how it goes.”

Then he was gone and she was left with the angry butterflies in her stomach. That sneaking suspicion that Ricky knew something she didn’t crept into her head and didn’t leave.

—

It stayed with her all the way back to the hotel, to her room to freshen up and speak affirmations into her mirror, then to her final destination: Hook’s room. Ricky’s words didn’t leave her head and she almost missed Hook’s answer when he opened the door. Gray hoodie unzipped over his bare chest, hair damp from a shower. Looked good enough to fall into but she held steady.

“Hey, I was about to call you,” he said as twisted some of his hair between his fingers, then pushed it back from his face. Then he took in the sight of her, jaw clenched and eyes not quite on him. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to, um, ask you something,” she said. “Can I come in?”

He frowned and straightened some. He knew her too well by now to not realize something was up and his warm eyes ran a careful path down her from head to toe. It was hell to remember how to breathe.

“You don’t gotta ask,” he said as he stepped aside. “I wanted to ask you something too.”

The easy air that had surrounded them the last few weeks was gone, both suddenly as awkward as that first meeting. She wound her hands together and paced in front of the bed as he sat down on the edge, eyes on her.

“I talked to Ricky.”

“I talked to Will.”

They spoke at the same time, then fixed each other with suspicious looks.

“What’d he say?”

They did it again and she couldn’t help but laugh, a sound he mimicked with his own low chuckle. A crack in the nervous tension between them. Right, she had a point to get to. She sat down in the corner armchair and cleared her throat.

“He told me about this…idea that he and your dad had about, um, you and I. Or presenting you and I as this, this…”

“Power couple thing, right?”

Hook didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

“Yeah, actually,” she said. “Wait, how do you know about it? And second question, how do you…feel about it?”

“Will,” he said with a shrug. Another pass of his fingers through his hair before he leaned over and set his elbows on his knees. “He told me a little bit about it. Enough to give me an idea, at least.”

Words came out of her mouth before she could stop it. Before he could answer her second question, the one she dreaded his response to.

“For what it’s worth, I said it was a bad idea! Like a really bad one because, because…”

Hook pressed his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip as he looked at her and she stopped herself short. He sat up and shrugged.

“I didn’t.”

“...you didn’t?”

“Nah,” he said. “I mean, it’s you and me, what’s bad about it?”

She didn’t have an answer for that for a long moment, her jaw momentarily dropped before she got it working again.

“It’s just–I know you don’t think of me like that, like as a…a partner. Girlfriend. Or queen! Whatever.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend and you, you…”

It was her turn to look down. Hook stood up from the edge of the bed and went over to her, knelt in front of her like she had to him that time before. His fingers under her chin lifted her eyes to his. His warm brown eyes settled on hers. Compelled her to speak. There was the slightest tremble to his calloused fingers.

Not cold.

Nervous. Like her.

“I like you,” she confessed. “So, so much and I trust you but I just…I don’t think I could do it because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to ruin that by getting my feelings involved. What we have is good right now.”

“Ricky gave you the runaround,” Hook said with a frown. “Will just said fuck it and gave it to me straight.”

She blinked at him and he continued. It was a very Will thing to do, she had to admit, but she wasn’t entirely following.

“I like you too,” he said and he pulled her up with him as he stood. His body heat permeated her skin and she went to him, close as two people could be. Her hands on his chest, his on her face. “As my best friend, as my partner. Girlfriend. Whatever. Queen’s kinda corny but sure, that too I guess.”

“What?”

He shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes before he settled his gaze on her lips. His crooked heartbreaker smile punched a hole in her heart and she gasped quietly. He leaned towards and she tipped her head back instinctively.

“Tired of talkin’, I wanna kiss you.”

“Please.”

He kissed her gently at first, a cautious press of his lips to hers as he wrapped a solid arm around her lower back. A dip of their toes into the water until realization hit for both of them and she opened up to him. To the curious press of his tongue. He gathered her up against him and her arms slid from his chest to around his neck. His fingers flexed around her waist.

Hook cheekily sucked on the tip of her tongue then pulled back, barely even breathless.

“That answer your question?”

His breaths against her lips, his hands on her back then on her hips. A heat pooled in her lower belly and her breath hitched. He leaned back in but she beat him to it, a fevered clash of lips and tongue that burned away any doubts that lingered in the back of her mind. Emotions high and his skin so warm, she slid his hoodie off to run her hands along the strength in his shoulders, his arms. His abdomen went taut when she ran her fingertips down the front of his chest. His hand circled around her wrist gently as he pulled away, breath heavier than before.

Darkened eyes fixed on her face. Asked her a question and she answered by turning her hand in his to take it, leading him back that handful of steps to the bed. Getting to it wasn’t perfect, both so eager and nervous and hungry, but they made it. Hook moved her up the bed and hovered above her, one knee between her thighs and his forearms by her head. His head dipped toward her neck, his breath hot against it as he spoke.

“We don’t–”

Her thighs tightened around his and he edged his knee further up the bed, brushed up against the ache between her legs. Her gasp was answered with a small groan from him and she could feel the tension throughout his body.

“I want to.”

It was all Hook needed to hear. He busied himself with kissing her again, sliding his hand under her shirt to palm her breast through her bra. Under her shirt wasn’t good enough and she moved with him to tug it off. Her bra didn’t last long and he looked at her. The tops of his cheeks were tinted red and his breaths were heavier than she had ever heard in the ring. He held her eyes as he lowered his head.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His tongue teased against a nipple before he completely encircled it with his lips. Her fingers immediately slid into his hair as he lightly pinched and pulled at the other. He wanted to see what she reacted to and it warmed her whole body, the attention he paid to her. The same attention and care he paid to her everywhere else. Her heart swelled and she gently pulled him back up to her face, fingers still locked in his hair, to kiss him completely.

It was hard to get eachother bare with how lost they got in simply kissing but they made it there, her knees loosely locked around his slim hips as he braced himself above her again. Her stomach fluttered, a sensation he chuckled at, when his fingers moved down her stomach and he leaned over her. That slight nervous tremble was there in his hands again but she could hardly tell as his calloused thumb circled around her clit and one finger started to press into her. He worked her up slowly, added another.

“Doing so good,” he said to her, his low voice a catalyst for her to tighten around his fingers. He curled them inside her. “Yeah? That feel nice?”

She came with a sharp gasp and her face buried in his shoulder, body unbearably warm. He took his time taking his fingers out of her and she pulled her head off his shoulder in time to watch as he wrapped his slick hand around himself. Then he shifted them up the bed and slid her legs higher up on his hips, closer to his waist before he reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. He fumbled with it some but then the head of his cock brushed against her and her legs tightened around him. Hook breathed heavy above her, then gave her that boyish smirk with his hair in his eyes that made her knees weak.

“Love you, princess.”

He fucked into her slow, breathed through his nose as he pressed into her until they were hip to hip. The stretch, the weight of him, drew out a long, low moan from her. Hook grunted and gave an experimental roll of his hips. He was being careful and she appreciated that but as far as she was concerned, neither of them had a match tomorrow. She gently turned his face to hers and brought him into a heavy kiss.

“Fuck me,” she panted against his lips. “Please.”

His hips jumped against hers and her words sparked a volatile reaction in him. Hook wasn’t talkative but he was noisy. He grunted an affirmative, then pulled out of her for a second to hook his arms under her knees. Then he slid back into her with an urgency that took her breath away. The stretch in her thighs, the relentless pressure against her clit from the angle he had her at. His attention on every sound she made and twitch of her muscles to get her to do it again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she buried her face in his shoulder to cover her moans and whines.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me.”

She obeyed and she looked up into his face, his lips swollen and his hair in disarray. He swore to himself under his breath and the steady, relentless pace he set started to falter. He was close and he groaned as much to her, his eyes shut and his brow pinched with focus. She rocked her hips with his and squeezed around him. Made sure to meet his eyes.

“Love you too.”

“Fuck.”

Hook chased his end and kissed his hips fully against hers when it came. He panted wetly in her ear as his breath came back to him gradually, his chest pressed against hers. Her head turned to catch him in a small kiss as he pulled out of her. He muttered that he would be right back and he didn’t waste time getting back into bed with her.

Warm hands squeezed and massaged her aching limbs. The rush of the day was starting to leave them and she could tell, a laugh to her voice as she told a sleepy Hook that they might want to get under the sheets before they got cold. She snuggled in close to him and looked at him with a smile.

“Queen’s too corny but princess isn’t?”

One eye cracked open before he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tight against him.

“Mhhhhm. Said what I said.”

Couldn’t argue that. Sleep came quickly and the morning took its time. During the night, they wound up on their sides, his chest to her back and his arm slung across her waist. He stirred first and she woke up to kisses along her neck, her shoulder. The morning light was soft and the gentle ache in her thighs brought a smile to her lips as she stretched and turned in his arms.

His hair was an absolute mess but a mess he made work. She was used to his bedhead by now, just not in such an…intimate setting. The man looked soft in the morning light. She could look at him forever. A slow onslaught of gentle kisses interrupted her viewing before a good morning squeeze brought her against his chest and she curled into him.

“So, what do we tell Ricky?”

“Sure he already knows,” Hook muttered into her skin. “Dude’s got a way of knowing. I’m not worried about it.”

She wasn’t either. With her best friend beside her, around her, worrying was the last thing on her mind.

#aew hook imagine #aew hook fic #aew hook fanfiction #aew hook smut #aew imagine #aew smut #aew fic #aew fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction

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starrysnowdrop · 1 year

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I’m Mary Poppins Y’all! ☔️

Since I got some extra cash for my birthday, I was able to get Hali the Magicked Umbrella mount for her nameday!! The raindrop sounds, bubbles, and blue flowers all fit Hali so well. The black umbrella also is perfect for anyone who is looking to do a Mary Poppins cosplay glam!

#ffxiv gpose #magicked umbrella #female warrior of light #female lalafell #dunesfolk lalafell #hali aloke #oc: drops of jupiter

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meowydoe · 4 months

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Alrighty I’m goin to the Mary Poppins sing along can y’all watch my dog while I’m gone thanx

#ginger.txt

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dancing-heart-pony · 8 months

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August Art Prompts, Day 20: Parasol ⛱️

I’m Mary Poppins y’all!

#markiplier #markiplier egos #iplier egos #wilford warfstache #wilford motherloving warfstache #mary poppins #guardians of the galaxy #princess peach #arts #digital art #DancingAugustArt23 #AugustArt #August #My2023ArtRenaissance #bubblegum bitch #candy man #pink bean #wilford #alter egos

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redbootsindoriath · 2 years

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Beleg, having an absurd amount of lembas with him

Oh absolutely. Always.

He’s Mary Poppins, y’all.

Transcription:

[Túrin:] "Hmm...I’m kind of hungry...” [Beleg:] “Oh hang on, I should have some lembas in my pack!” [Túrin:] “For the love of Eru, Beleg, stopppppp~”

#beleg #túrin #the man the myth the legends #three shinies #everyone deserved better except mîm #my trash #is this actually funny or am i just tired #i'm sorry professor tolkien #yo somebody talked to me #heck yeah bromance #forest pennies #/end classification tags #the gaurwaith after a while be like ''ah yes lembas bread...and look!! MORE...lembas bread -_-''

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beenjen · 6 months

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Sitting with my cousin, at her mom’s ICU bedside. Friggin’ Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever can be aggressive y’all. I was not thinking it was this serious, but some cases are you guys, she’s been very ill. So public service announcement, if you get a tick off of you or another body, and you get sick after, rash/no rash, fever, joint pain, any of the above, go see a provider. Don’t wait.

This has been the first chance I’ve had recently, where no one is talking to me, I’m not driving, or I’m not actively doing 3 things at the same time for weeks it seems. So while she is crosstitching a ‘Mary Poppins’ bag, here’s the life -

Hiking, beach, fun, sun…. And the new mushroom ‘coke’ I’m obsessed with.

Dads doing good - labs and scans and strength are holding up.

J is off with reading, he’s really coming up on his handwriting, and his teacher is passionate and brilliant with the kids.

L being at the same school has been above excellent. The amazingness of having both kids at the same place - chefs kiss. We started back to ballet, and even though I forgot one week and we missed it, it’s been fun too. J comes with and we shoot hoops outside in the parking lot during class.

Found a chess club for J and need to get him to drum lessons.

Did get both the kids into their wellchecks, they’ve been to the dentist.

We celebrate Lils 5th birthday tomorrow and will be camping in the mountains for the actual event this next week.

Get me outside and fresh air. Loving this fall sweep coming in. The leaves changing. The cool mornings. My favorite time of year.

🍂

#fall #catch up #down and dirty

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arpmemething2 · 2 years

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MCU Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s response!

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“If toast is cut diagonally, I can’t eat it.”

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"The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best that we can do is to start over."

"But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a privilege to be among them."

"I love you in every universe."

"I can do this all day."

“Ah, she left me. And my mom died too. And my dad got deported. But I got the van!”

“You want a juice box and some string cheese?”

"On your left."

“Sacrifice is part of the job.”

"Darling, you have no idea."

“Pain is always a surprise. I try to avoid landmines. Avoid caring. I can even see it coming. But until it hits, you have no idea what pain is.”

"I had him on the ropes."

"The scarf looked better."

“I'm sorry, did I step on your moment?”

"In a real magic act, everything is fake."

“They say everyone’s born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you’re the villain. Problem is, you don’t always know that you’ve crossed that line.”

"The point of these things is to remind us that... There is no going back, there's only moving forward. You feel different because you are different."

“One thing I've proven is that you can count on me to pleasure myself.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.”

"You wanna get to them? You gotta go through me."

“Funny how annoying a little prick can be, isn't it?”

“I’m gonna have to rain check that dance.”

"I could do with a hobby."

"I need a horse."

“Not to be rude, but it's been one of those days, so produce some credentials or I'm gonna put you in handcuffs. “

“Vengeance has consumed you. It’s consuming them. I’m done letting it consume me.”

“I’m a piece of shit, and shit stinks.”

“You haven’t changed a bit. And I’m aware that statement makes no sense.”

"If we can't protect the earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it!"

“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.”

"Higher, further, faster, baby."

"I know you were only doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do, it's all any of us should."

"The city is flying. We're fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense."

“You’re gonna suffer for what you’ve done. And I I plan on being a very big part of that.”

“So…you got detention.”

"It's not about saving our world. It's about saving theirs."

"You really wanna go back in there? After everything she's put you through?"

“Time, Space, Reality. It’s more than a linear path. It’s a prism of endless possibility. Where one single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know."

“I think we must learn from our mistakes and do better. You must not give up hope.”

“Where I come from, history has never looked kindly on those who lock men in cages.”

“Sorry, I tend to process traumatic events with dad jokes.”

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

“Can you believe they call us criminals when he's assaulting us with that haircut?”

“Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.”

“It’s not enough to be against something. You have to be for something better.”

"I think purple might be your color; it really matches your eyes."

"I once stood in your place. And I, too, was disrespectful. Might I offer you some advice? Forget Everything that you think you know."

"Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do. There's a little gray area in there, and that's where you operate."

"I have a terrible idea!"

"Filthy? She has no idea. If we had a black light, it would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

“Boom! You looking for this?”

"How we deal with disappointments is what decides the person we are."

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"

“I thought you were smaller.”

"I'm not hugging you."

"Don't waste it. Don't waste your life."

“I told you, I don't want to join your super-secret boy band.”

“The price of freedom is high, it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”

"Hope. It's all about hope."

“Yeah, the past won’t leave us alone.”

“You’re the head of security and your password is ‘password?'”

“Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we're about to get wet on this ride.”

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man."

"Being good isn't always enough to keep you alive."

"That's it? You murdered him because you could?"

"Oh, man, are we being mind-controlled to see that right now?"

"You will never be a god."

“When you said you would take me to California for the first time, I thought you meant Coachella or Disneyland.”

“Never let the enemy choose the battlefield. Always work from a position of strength.”

"Of course... We won the war."

“I’m not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car.”

"Does anybody have any orange slices?"

“You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed, walk it off.”

"Last time we saw you, you were trying to kill everyone. What are you up to these days?"

"Because that's what heroes do."

"Have you ever seen that before in a gift shop?"

“I can feel the righteousness surging!”

"There's chaos in you."

"You guys are breaking down walls, you're healing. It's important."

“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”

“‘Boh’ is my new superpower. It’s like the anti-Aloha. I was born to say this word.”

“Does he need CPR? Because I totally know CPR.”

"Every time something gets better for one group, it gets worse for another."

“You’re repeating yourself! You’re repeating yourself!”

"Are you always this rude to people trying to help you?"

“It’s alright, you could never hurt me. I just feel you.”

“The only decision I’m qualified to make is bourbon or more bourbon.”

“Today we don’t fight for one life, we fight for all of them.”

“Well, if you don’t have any nice words, I mean, anything nice to say, just, you know, lie.”

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

"Have fun in prison."

“Such a poser.”

"I don't flirt. I just say what I want."

“That's not a question I need answered.”

“Oh my God, that was really violent.”

“I made macaroni if you want some.”

"Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage."

“I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.”

“You think life takes more than it gives, but not today. Today it’s giving us something. It is giving us a chance.”

"There’s one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that’s you."

“Let me tell you. That kid’s not even here yet and, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”

“Sometimes the best weapon in your arsenal is just a good argument.”

“What is this thing? Look how it thinks it’s so cool. It’s not cool to get help. Walk by yourself you little gargoyle.”

“I do what he does, just slower.”

“I can’t control your fear, I can only control mine.”

“If you try to escape, or play any sort of games with me, I will taze you and watch Supernanny while you drool into the carpet.”

“Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be. The measure of a person, of a hero…is how well they succeed at being who they are.”

“I would rather be a good man than a great king.”

“Sacrifice? That would imply I had something to lose.”

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madam-murder · 1 year

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You all have to agree that Yando is badass with his arrow !! Like damn if I can whistle and make lots of bodies drop … that would be epic 😍 and scream “ I’m Mary poppins y’all “ 🤣🤣🤣

#myopinion #cool #crazy #video games #love #fun #movie #yando #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #hero society #gofg #powers #dreams #Disney #mary poppins

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shallowstories · 1 year

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Dean vs 8PackMommy

From November 2022, reposting for compilation and editing purposes.

(En media res) Dean is attending an influencer event, attempting to butter up the socialite otherwise known as 8PackMommy. Cas arrives:

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When 8PackMommy meets Cas, Dean doesn’t know what he’d been expecting from her, but it certainly wasn’t this blasé,who-cares attitude.

She’s not, like, moved by him at all. Worse, she thinks he’s shabby. Washed up. definitely not influencer material. She doesn’t say it outright, but Dean gets the message loud and clear.

And it’s not like they’re angling to get Cas an in or anything. (He’s here as a journalist.) But bare minimum, objectively, she should view Cas as a diamond in the rough.

Sure, he’s not a good dresser, and maybe he forgets to brush his hair sometimes, but the fact that he doesn’t care about all that (for the most part) is kind of appealing, too. An influencer who specializes in recruitment should be able to recognize baseline appeal.

Dean’s used to Cas impressing people. His mom, Charlie, rando hunters, Men-of-Letter agents, minimum-wage waitresses—you know—people. It sends an unpleasant jolt up his spine that she’s so…lukewarm.

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When Cas shuffles over to mock-interview him, Dean wants to reach up and mess with his hair. Dean had finally trained him how to style it after all these years, and he doesn’t bother on the one day he really should. He sticks out like a sore thumb against all these plastic zoomers with airbrushed muscles.

Cas has an oversized bag full of something Dean isn’t in the know about.

“I thought you were here as a journalist.”

Cas whispers, “Rowena thought this was better. It’s…artisan coffee. She even had it, uhm, branded.”

Dean reaches forward and twines his fingers around the gift bag handle, his knuckles brushing against Cas’s fingers. “No shit? Hey, it’s heavy…what do you have in here, rocks?”

“No, Dean. It’s three different blends. “Sam told me ‘home’ was the brand look and feel.”

Sure enough, there are about 12 bundles of carefully designed packages.

“I told Sam to figure something out, but man. Anyone here look homey to you? These kids are hokey voodoo woodoo. We’d be better off pretending to sell kale chips.”

Cas’s eyes grow warmer, and he flicks his eyes down to Dean’s shirt. “You do.”

Whatever words Dean’d been thinking of die on his tongue.

“The idea,” Cas whispers leaning far too close, “is to intrigue 8PackMommy. She sells the concept of ‘being a mom,’ but her social media looks, as you said, very Stepford. This will ‘niggle at her brain,’ according to Rowena.”

“Tch. Well, good luck making that bitch-perfect little Mary Poppins feel insecure.”

Cas pulls out a spreadsheet that Sam had prepared for him. It’s got a listing of all the coffees and some estimates for…travel expenses?

“The pitch isn’t just to give out products, Dean. It’s to fly the family to a company-paid, week-long vacation to use the product and create ‘homey’ content,” he rumbles confidently.

Sounds pretty damn nice. And a sure-fire way to get her isolated to see how she’s connected to her missing husband.

“That near Donna’s place?”

“That’s the idea. There are three cabins for pretense, yes. You’ll be in one of them, of course.”

Cas raises his voice suddenly and pulls out a black book. “I think you’ll be a perfect fit, Mr. Singer. Of course we can talk travel details later.”

8Pack is hovering nearby, like the whiff of money is a homing beacon.

Dean scoffs, playing along. “A week in the friggin’ mountains? Sweet! Y’all aren’t greedy with the amenities!”

Dean sees her flip her hair and smooth her Bohemian skirt before sauntering over. “Well, hello,” she greets, practically elbowing Dean out of the way.

“Hello, Cas says blankly. “We met earlier.”

She looks vaguely embarrassed. “Oh. I’m sorry if I was rude. I tend to get a little frazzled at these events, even with all my experience.”

Sure. Frazzled.

“I’m Carl Karamatov,” Cas says. “Not easy to remember.”

She sways closer to him, then swivels her eyes curiously to the bag Dean is holding. “Artisan coffee? Better be beans.”

“Nothin’ wrong with ground,” Dean says gruffly.

“And who’re you again?” she lilts, bringing a perfectly manicured hand up to a jutting hip.

Dean bristles. He’s already introduced himself to her six times. Without waiting for a response, she wrenches the bag from his hand and shrewdly inspects the merchandise.

“Not to tell you how to run your brand,” her eyes fall judgmentally on Dean before going back to Cas, “But scouting for talent is actually my specialty when I’m not promoting my own brand. You’ve probably heard of it: 8PackMommy? I specialize in cheating The Life so moms everywhere can have it all and look good doing it.”

Cas feints looking surprised. “Your instagram photos don’t do you justice,” he says.

A smile bleeds across her face. “Th-thank you.”

Now, she looks more affected. Ha, Dean thinks triumphantly.

“Anyway, your brand…it looks more upscale than hick, if you catch my drift.” She cuts her eyes at Dean.

Dean grits his teeth.

Hick?

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When she finally leaves, it’s with a promise to reach out to Sam or Carl “early next week to discuss the sponsorship opportunity.”

She honestly hadn’t thought Family Coffee Co. was a great fit for her frou-frou (and in Dean’s opinion uppity, sterile, n’ fake) personal brand. But the week-long vacay opportunity had wooed her. And she’d heard of Donna, the unofficial face of their little operation, which had helped lend a lil’ credibility.

“I hope she calls Sam. She’s exhausting to talk to.”

Something about that makes Dean’s guts writhe in triumph.

“Know what? She is. She’s like a bridezilla without the wedding.”

Cas nods but looks like he hasn’t the slightest idea what Dean means. Whatever. He’s always wanted to show Cas Say Yes to The Dress, and there’s definitely some bridezilla episodes that Dean can queue up.

“So. Donna really have 10K followers?”

“It’s over twelve thousand according to Claire and Alex.”

“Jesus. For her posing with donuts.”

“Donuts in a variety of different locales.”

#fic ideas #dean vs 8packmommy #dean + mommy blogs #dean + devastatingly handsome #8packmommy #eightpackmommy #half baked ideas #tfw + internet #tfw + undercover #tfw + social media #donna #wayward daughters #tfw + influencers #dean/cas #case fic

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em-allay · 2 years

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Joel: I’m Mary Poppins y’all! *proceeds to die from fall damage*

#as it turns out he was not in fact mary poppins #alsmp #alsmp spoilers #smallishbeans #alsmp joel #mcyt #mcytblr #alsmpblr

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Between the pages, chapter 7

A/N: The fact that you guys love this idea and are as invested in it as I am, makes me literally giggle with joy and pride. I love this story and it’s been a dream of mine to finally get to publish it somewhere – I’m really glad that you guys love it.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, oneshot or multichapter fic – the world is your oyster, so anything you want, you’ll get!

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Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, fluff, slight angst, Henry being an idiot in love, mentions of death, mentions of a graveyard, sad vibes (but like, also loving)

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Stars and butterflies

When Henry was a child, he watched Mary Poppins probably once a week. It was magic to him, this woman teeming with adventure and fun, and he once decided that if she could fly with an umbrella, so could he. It was the briefest of seconds, where he jumped from the roof of his father’s shed to when he hit the ground, but in between that, between the hard ground and a broken arm, he had flown. He was soaring for the briefest of moments, gleefully and convinced of his own power, before his hubris made him crash on the ground.

That’s how he felt, when he saw Y/N walk towards him in a flowy, light blue summerdress, her eyes sparkling and her smile infectious. Like he was soaring through air, the unknown of the hard ground not really in his mind, because she looked like what he had dreamed of when he was a child.

Adventure.

Before he had met with her, while he was pulling on his shirt and jacket, his eyes lingered on the passage from a book, that hung in his hallway; the frame was flaking and the gold had chipped several places, the page, from which the quote rested on, was frayed.

“When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No … don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But it is!”

It had been one, Y/N had torn from her own, tattered and beat version of Captain Corelli’s Mandolin and it stood out to him in more ways than one. First of all, it was from a book, he had never read – but now had made his mission to read – and second, the unbridled truth that lay between the words, gave his frail, dusty heart a run for its money.

He had tapped the frame with his thumb once, a gesture he had gotten too used to doing as a comfort before he left his house, and closed the door behind him, making his way to the restaurant they had decided to meet at. He wasn’t picking her up, because to her, this wasn’t a date. It was simply dinner between friends.

At least, that’s what he tried to make himself believe.

So when he saw her, the wind catching on the hem of her dress as she walked to him, he had to repeat not a date, not a date, not a date several times over in his head.

“Hi.” She said breathlessly. Her lips were the colors of roses. “Hi.” He replied, just as breathlessly. His tie matched her dress. He offered her his arm and she weaved hers with his, walking to the hostess to find their table. The hostess led them to the table, sitting in a corner near a window, and she smiled down at them as they sat down.

“A waiter will be with you in just a moment.” She left and Henry’s eyes found Y/N again. To him, she was the epitome of beauty; she probably didn’t know just how much space she took up with the radiance, or how large a part of his life, her smile had become. She smiled softly at him. “I didn’t even know this place existed.” She mused. “it’s quaint. Not really what I imagined your scene would be.” He chuckled. “What did you think my scene was?” He asked curiously. She shrugged. “Expensive.” He snorted in a very unsexy way. “Ah, yes. The marvelous taste of expensive.” He smiled widely at her. “No, I quite like these kinds of places. They seem more comfortable and relaxed.” She nodded. “I agree. This is way more my speed.” They fell into silence as the waiter came over, and they both gave their orders and she watched him with careful eyes. “Henry.” The way she said his name made him feel alive, like he had been stuck in a desert and finally found water. “Y/N.” She tried to hide a smile, and for a brief second, he wondered if she felt the same as him, when he said her name. “Can I ask you something?” “I think you’re going to no matter what.” He grinned. She laughed: “Alright.” She took a deep breath. “Is this a date?” he froze, not sure how to respond – he didn’t want to overstep, nor did he want to seem like he didn’t want to be on a date with her. Or, even worse, seem like he was as infatuated with her, as he was. “Do… do you want it to be?” He asked slowly, gauging her reaction. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed a hand on her forehead, her nose scrunching up as she thought. “I…” She paused and his heart faltered. “Here’s the thing.” She looked at him with a measured gaze, almost as if she was trying to remove herself a little from the situation. “I do and I don’t. I can’t pretend that I don’t… Feel something around you, but…” She bit her lip. “Remember the conversation we had at the market? How I’m a grenade?” He nodded. “I meant that. I’m a grenade, I will explode at some point, and I would hate to see you in the receiving end of that.” His heart stuttered and picked back up, impossibly fast now, as if it was trying to beat its way out of his chest and straight into hers.

He couldn’t avoid the truth. The heavy, terrifying truth of the matters of the heart; that she had owned his since she had stepped inside of his office for the first time with her smile and snappy remarks.

“I don’t think you’re a grenade.” He answered slowly, keeping quiet as the waiter came with their food. When she had left, he looked back at Y/N. “I think you’re… Scared. Just as everyone else is. But I don’t think of you as a grenade. I think of you as…” He wondered if it would be too much too soon to tell her how he truly saw her. “I see you as someone, who hides away a little bit to avoid the unavoidable.” “The unavoidable being…?” She asked. “Love, I suppose.” She was silent after that, spinning her fork in the pasta in front of her. “I think… That I want to be this to be a date. I also happen to think that most of what we’ve done already has been dates, although we weren’t really aware of it.” She said slowly, looking up at him. “I don’t want you to fall in love with me, Henry, because I want to spare you more pain.” “Is that not up to me? Is it not my decision, how much pain I’m willing to suffer?” He asked, stabbing a carrot, but kept his eyes on her. Her eyes truly were stars, the small candle reflecting in a thousand suns in her eyes. “Maybe. Maybe I just want to make sure that you aren’t… Going into something without knowing what you’re signing up for.” He tilted his head a little and saw her chest heave. “And what am I signing up for?” “Does it matter?” She smiled softly at him. “Have you not already decided that it doesn’t matter much to you?” It always surprised him just how well she knew him. She ate some of her food, while he thought.

In truth, yes. He didn’t care. Not the slightest. He would gladly take a lifetime of pain and grief if it meant he had a mere moment with her, while she looked at him like this again. Another part of him worried that he was jumping headfirst into a pool of deep water, no end in sight, and he was going to lose himself in it. That she was truthful when she thought herself a grenade, not in the metaphorical sense, but in the most literal of ways. “How about this.” He leaned over the table a little and smiled. “We try. No… Expectations. We just see each other in the way we have up until now. I enjoy your company far too much to deprive myself of it, and if that means you’d rather me be your friend, I’ll take it.” He said. It was the truth. He’d take any moment with her over none. She hummed once, “Okay.” “Okay?” he repeated. She grinned. “Okay.” As her laughter died down, she wiped her eyes. “You know, that’s actually a quote from a young adult novel.” “Is it, now?” he asked, warmth blossoming in his chest. “Mhm. The fault in our stars.” “Ah. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” He said slowly. “You know an awful lot of quotes, Henry.” He shrugged. “I read an awful lot of books.”

Dinner went by faster than he would’ve liked and when he paid – she insisted that he shouldn’t, but when she went to the bathroom, he had managed to take care of the bill – he has a small want for a time machine to repeat this night over, and over, and over. “You paid it, didn’t you?” Her voice sent shivers down his spine. He stood from his seat with a smirk, towering over her. “I did.” She rolled her eyes. “Ever the gentleman, I see.”

They left together and, because he was a selfish man who had a hard time letting go of beauty – he suggested a walk through the nearby park. The sky was a deep blue, almost black, littered with stars and a bright moon. The wind was gentle over their bodies. She nodded and they fell into easy steps, walking to the park. When the gravel under their feet began crunching and they were safely tucked away between trees, he reached out and weaved his fingers through hers. The simple gesture was enough to make his entire soul burn. The space between her fingers were right where his fit perfectly.

She didn’t comment on it, but simply held tightly to his fingers, and they walked in silence for a while. “Don’t think this excludes you from finding the joys in life.” She said in a quiet voice. “I never expected it would.” He squeezed her fingers gently. “Can I see you tomorrow?” He asked, uncertainty lingering just on the edge of his words, molded by his lips. She bit her lip. “I, uh… Yeah. Yeah, you can. I want to show you something.” His chest swelled, and without even realizing that the thought crossed his mind, it rang through his head. I could get used to this.

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He frowned and looked back to his GPS on his phone, slightly miffed of where it had led him. He found the message from Y/N and compared the address – it was the same, but it didn’t lessen the confusion. He stood in a graveyard.

He began to move through rows after rows of stones, some old and worn by weather and the years, some new and shining against the sun. His heart lurched every once in a while, when he spotted a teddy bear or angel wings resting on the headstone or near it, and his feet sped up a little to pass them faster. He saw her in under a large birch-tree, sitting cross-legged in front of a headstone. He found her eyes and recognized the sadness that lingered there – he knew the type of sorrow all too well. He sat down next to her, keeping quiet. The graveyard was beautiful, daffodils and swaying grass reminding him that summer was coming.

“My parents.” She finally said, her voice a little constricted, and pointed to the headstone. He swallowed thickly and couldn’t stop the feeling of overwhelming respect for Y/N – to let him see her in this vulnerable state, something so private, made him swell with several emotions. “You know, they are the reason I believe in love. She whispered, fingers twirling a recently plucked daisy from the earth next to her. She glanced at the stone and wiped something invisible off before she began talking again. “They met when they were both young, stupid and living in Cornwall, of all places.” Her lips lifted gently into a smile full of reverie. “My dad… He spent every cent he made on flowers to my mom, leaving them in front of her door, until my grandmother poked her head out one night to tell him off. The house smelled like a morgue, she said.” Henry chuckled a little. “My mom… She, uh, was sick. Had been for a while, when she finally agreed to go out with him. They went to a poppy-field, had a picnic and when the day was over, my dad told her that he’d be happy to be swallowed whole by the world, if it meant he could see her smile again. My mom…” Y/N’s smile widened. “Told him that that wouldn’t be necessary.” Henry leaned back, looking at the names etched in grey slat. “They moved in together after a month, got married after a year. Had me two years later.” She swallowed thickly, her eyes misty. “They loved unconditionally. I’ve never met anybody who loved that deeply, that hard or understood the facets of life better than those two. It was a joy to watch them bicker as a kid, because it always ended with my mom telling my dad he was a dick, laughing and then they would dance in the kitchen, despite the fact, that there rarely was music.” She rubbed her arm, and Henry reached out to take her hand in his. She smiled gratefully. “My mom… She got sicker every day. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that there would be an end. And then one day, they weren’t dancing in the kitchen anymore. My dad sat on a chair, the same table, same room, but so, so different, and he never really got back up. He went a few months after. He had always said, that he’d die of a broken heart, because death sure as shit wasn’t going to get him with something generic.” She sniffed. “I lived with my grandmother for a while, until I was old enough to find my own place. I started studies, she got older and then, she went too. My grandma was waiting, she always said.” She glanced at Henry, who raised an eyebrow. “A story for another time.” She looked down at their intertwined fingers. “And then I was it. All that’s left of the people who loved harder and more than enough to fuel the entire world, lay here. Under stone and cold earth, cobwebs tenting their heads. It's always seemed bizarre to me, that someone who left such a mark is just as easily forgotten.” She smiled sadly. “When I was a kid, I liked to think that maybe, if I thought heard enough, I’d remember names of people, who passed and I didn’t know, just so someone would remember them, because everyone must’ve made an imprint on the world.”

Henry was just about to combust. The sadness and profound truth in her words made his heart ache, and a part of him felt immense sorrow for the child, who didn’t get to experience everything, she should. How Y/N could’ve ever managed to think like that, he didn’t understand. Death had always been heavy, an absolute to the life, we didn’t choose ourself, but the way she talked about people… He vowed to himself right then and there, that he would make sure she was remembered. He didn’t care if he had to write her name and plaster her face on every surface in the world, but that heart, the belief in people, needed to be remembered by more than just him. Her selflessness as well. She spoke again, her eyes trained on the stone.

“My mom was buried with her ring and a lock of my hair. My dad was buried with a picture of my mom. I hope they found each other in the end. Maybe they’re still dancing in their own, little version of a kitchen.” She smiled happily. “I’d like to think they do. And maybe, they’re looking down at me and think to themselves that they did something right.” Henry smiled and couldn’t help himself. He lifted their connected hands and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

If he was unsure if he was in love before, he wasn’t anymore. No, he was in love. The certainty of it was the same as the certainty that the universe existed, that the ocean was deep, and that people lived and died.

“I’m sure they do.” He really didn’t have anything else to say, so they sat in silence for a while, simply gazing at the stone in front of them. A blue butterfly landed on the top of it, wings slowly moving. She smiled.

At some point, they shifted, and he was leaning his back against the birch-tree, her between his legs, her back to his chest, and he was drawing patterns on her bare arm. “Tell me about your family.” Her voice was clear as spring. “Oh, er, sure.” He drew a deep breath and a smile ghosted the left side of his lips. “I’m one out of five boys.” She whistled. “Holy hell.” “You have no idea.” He laughed. “I’m second-to-youngest and I’m the only one who didn’t join the military. My parents…” He smiled down at her as she twisted her head up to look at him. “They got married in the 70’s. They’re still very much in love, but in the coy, understated, very British way. I’m the only who isn’t married, much to my mother’s chagrin. We were quite a bunch of kids, us five. Kept our mum on her toes. She says that we’re the reason she’s gone grey, which I highly doubt. I think it’s my father, but who really keeps track?” She giggled. “I love them a lot. Of course, we all have had ups and downs, but mostly, I’m just glad to… I don’t know, feel that kind of respect and familiarity?” he asked into the air. She nodded, her hair sliding against his chest. “I understand that.” They fell back into comfortable silence again, the wind blowing strands of her hair around. He realized with the steady thrum of his heart, that he’d never want to be anywhere but here, right now. Her head against his chest, her steady breathing, the birds singing over their heads – yes, maybe some authors had it right. Love was maybe not a feeling, as much as it was a state of mind, a place, that seemed normal and unassuming to anybody else – but to you, it would seem like the most important part of the world. This birch-tree right next to her parents, after her story of them, seemed to him like the single most important, incredible, and fantastical place, he had ever been. “Can I ask you something?” His voice was a little cracked, the nerves shaking it and she turned to face him, waiting for his question. He swallowed. “Do… Would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asked in a hushed whisper, scared that she’d pull away from him. She glanced at the stone, her eyes scanning her parents’ names, before she turned her head back to face him.

“I’ll allow it.”

With his heart in his throat, he bent his head down as she stretched upwards, and before he knew it, their lips met. If he had not been sitting down already, he would have tumbled to his knees. Who knew the world could stop spinning, be sucked into a black hole only to reappear on someone’s lips? Her lips were soft and cautious, just like the blue butterfly’s wings, hesitant even. He kissed her gently, his hand cupping her cheek and he wished for time itself to stop, freeze this very moment, so he could be in it forever. She tasted like peaches and something inherently Y/N, and it was downright addictive. He forgot how to breathe when the smallest of whimpers met his lips, and he slowly, ever so cautiously, let his tongue dart over her lower lip. She greeted him openly, letting him in, and he met her tongue, deepening the kiss – it was truly a work of wonder to kiss her. The kiss seemed to last forever or a second, he forgot to hold time somewhat reliable at this moment, and since one had to start it, someone else had to end it.

She drew back, her soft, pink lipstick smeared a little and her eyes wide, but a small smile playing on her slightly swollen lips. He wished he had a camera to capture her as she was right at this second. She didn’t speak, but simply put her head back against his chest and tangled her fingers with his. He had gotten some color over the last weeks, so her hand looked unnaturally pale and even blueish against his warmer, more tanned skin.

They began packing their things after a while – not without him sneaking several kisses from her lips – and as they left, her in front of him, he put his hand on the stone marking the life of her parents.

“Thank you. For her. For you and for making her believe in things, that seem utterly impossible for the rest of the mortal world to understand.” The blue butterfly returned and landed on his hand.

He didn’t see the way Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, nor did he see her lift her head to the sky, closing her eyes against the sun in a silent thank you.

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