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shadesoflsk · 5 months

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WILL YOU BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS?

pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x gn!reader

summary: It's going to be Leon's first Christmas without you. He promised you he would get over your death. But how is he planning to do it if the ghost of you keeps haunting him?

warnings: Character’s death, (reader) angst, hurt/no comfort, self-destructing behaviour, alcohol, mentions of religion, Leon speaks with reader.

author's note: I took the liberty to switch the order of my Christmas' special fics, I decided to post this one first since I liked it a lot. I would even say it’s my favorite one so far. Grief is such an interesting topic to write about, so I hope I did a great job! The dialogue part was lowkey (highkey) inspired by one scene from the Crown, season 6. The one where Carlos talked with Diana’s spirit.

It’s 11:45 pm or so Leon believes. Time seems to slow down when night engulfs his apartment, and he is let alone with his own demons. He would be in pitch darkness if it wasn’t from the fact that his neighbor had decided to turn on the Christmas tree lights that reached through Leon’s windows. Faint carols could be heard, and it was a dreadful reminder of what date it was.

He is trying, he really is. He drowns in his job that is slowly but surely killing him. Mission after mission, he keeps attempting to mess up — with no avail — since life is cruel enough to keep him alive, to continue watching his sins materialize in sorrow and depressive states.

During the latter, he would often forget or purposely avoid taking care of himself. When was the last time he ate a full meal? He doesn’t nor wants to remember. His apartment was starting to reek of alcohol and rotten food that Claire has so gratefully left. She would often try striking up some conversation, which was welcomed with an awkward but expected silence. He was never the talkative one. On numerous occasions, he was reprimanded by you for this same topic. So, in the past, he decided to stick with a one-liner — that sometimes brought him unnecessary attention — the dinner one. Your laugh would fill his ears as he told you about the multiple times where people thought he was flirting with them. If you were here, could he make you laugh like that again? Or would you be disgusted by the man he has become these last weeks?

Besides his own memory serving as the place where your face and mannerisms would replay all over again, where are you now? He once heard that a soul is destined to be reborn into a new life. Life is cyclical, the sun rises and sets, the day and night come, but they never meet. He wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a lilly now. The pureness in your heart resembled one of those delicate flowers that your eyes seemed to follow each time you passed through a flower shop. Or maybe you’re someone’s baby being born. Bringing happiness to a family that prayed all night long for a miracle to happen.

His mind wandered through the blurry moments when he was young. Prayers and cries surrounding a well illuminated place where many statues were presented. He used to fear one specifically, but the gentle touch of his mom would pull him closer to it. In his memory, he looked up to see the person who gave him life, yet he was met with a diffuse image of her. He has long forgotten the looks of his mother.

In those moments, he often wondered what heaven felt like. He grasps on the last string of memories he had with his parents. How his mother would pull him to her lap and read to him. “Our God loves us so much that he has granted us a place to go when the time is right,” she would say, the term of death was so foreign to his little self but once again he remembers those prayers and promises. Is heaven the clear sky and peaceful home the Bible describes? Or is it a nonexistent place that Christians invented to cope with the fact that a loved one is no longer with them? He hopes it’s the first one since he wants to indulge in that little wish of him — that at least in the afterlife — you found peace.

How is heaven? He wanted to ask you. Conversations with you used to flow so easily, so right. So, when the time comes he expects to hear every little rambling about your early trip to this called “everlasting paradise”. Is it raining right now? You loved rainy days, since it meant that both of you could cuddle while watching a movie. Or is it snowing since it’s Christmas? He could almost hear you, your voice echoing in the deepest places of his mind telling him to stop trying to open the gifts. You were supposed to be next to him right now, waiting for Christmas to come.

He is in denial, two weeks ago he had you safely tucked in his arms, already planning what to do on Christmas. He still had your gift somewhere, hidden from your prying eyes even though you kept scolding him for that. Both of you were soulmates, two sides of the same coin.

Now, he only had the ghost of you haunting him. Mocking him for not being able to protect you. He was hyper aware of every little detail his apartment provided. From the way he hasn’t moved your used mug on the dishwasher, because he feels that it was the last thing your lips touched. A bittersweet memory of your existence in this cruel world, to your book that you didn’t finish. You kept telling him that you were dying to know the ending but you couldn’t finish it before it was too late. If he reads it and prays to God, would he be generous enough to tell you the ending?

He wouldn’t.

Every night he prayed to God, begged him to switch places with you even though it was an unrealistic thing to ask. But that’s what he wants right now. “It should’ve been me.” But that wish never becomes a reality. He wakes up, night after night, being him and being alone. God doesn’t hear him, he believes that this made up character just blatantly hates him. The forgiving, the loving and almighty God as his followers describe him, just doesn’t match up with his own criteria. A loving God wouldn’t have taken away his only reason to live.

The content in his Jack Daniel’s now does little to numb the pain he was feeling. With a sigh, he drank a bit more, straight from the bottle as the burning sensation traveled from his tongue to his throat. If he drinks enough until he passes out, he could imagine you. Moving across the kitchen with agile steps as you cook his favorite food.

Those moments were the ones he thinks he should've embraced more. Your quirks and habits. How you usually left traces of yourself in his apartment. How you always missed a spot when cleaning the counter and how you always kissed his forehead when placing the plate down on the table.

Now, it's a bitter reminder of his own loneliness. His eyebrows twitched as the Christmas carols seemed to get louder. The clock reads 11:50 pm, ten minutes to Christmas. Even with the thick snow, the chants of kids being too stubborn to fall asleep were loud enough to fill Leon's ears. He hates living in this neighborhood filled with happy families.

You had a wide and warm smile when you showed Leon this same apartment he's currently rotting in. “It will be perfect once we have a family,” he remembers word by word what you said and he also remembers how you stumbled on your words once you saw the quizzical look he gave you. “I mean we could just have a dog or a cat if you want that. After all, family is where you are.”

Always the damn perfect partner. Always the stupid understanding other half. Why the hell did you even appear in his life if you were gonna die? Everyone else mourned your death but now they are moving on, yet Leon is staying in a never ending loop. Was it your plan? Are you fucking happy in heaven?

For once, he feels all the anger he’s been bottling up. His fists clenched as his breaths grew heavier. He throws the bottle against the wall. The contents spilling all over the floor as the bottle shattered in multiple pieces. He stared at the mess he’s done. His shaking hands grabbed handfuls of his own hair as he tried his best to compose himself. His mind repeating that you would be disappointed over and over again.

Icy blue eyes started to get clouded by tears he refused to let go. The palm of his hand almost bled by his own nails digging into the thin skin. The regrets and what ifs were the perfect combination for Leon’s wish of dying albeit the fact of his own self deprecating being who believed he deserved to live this hell of a life alone.

As he managed to keep his tears at bay for now, his eyes lingered on your designated seat at the table. You would always sit at his right, next to him, sometimes holding his hand, forcing him to eat his food with his left one. Now, his hand is cold without your touch. Which reminds him of your body and the last time he held you. Your heart no longer beat and your body was a freezing cruel realization of your death.

“I was never good with emotions…” Leon’s voice came out as a groan. He had finally spoken after God knows how long. His own throat was constricted by the lump that was forming. He was denying himself the right to be raw, to be human. “You were the one who was better at everything… not me.” Leon swallows his own saliva, an attempt to stop the imminent lump.

“I guess I was.” A melodic voice which was no more than a whisper filled Leon’s intoxicated ears. He looks at the empty seat next to him and sees nothing. It may be his own mind playing dirty tricks on him. Everything was blurred and dizzy from all the booze he had drunk. But nonetheless, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity, even if you were a creation of his own messed up mind.

“I’ll take every little moment with me.” The voice was painfully comforting, a soothing lullaby to Leon’s broken beyond repair heart, a gentle breeze that surrounded his body. “The hugs, the kisses, our little trips to the beach and even the fights when none of us could go to bed without saying sorry.”

A laugh as soft as a draft lingered in the air. The reality behind those words made Leon feel like he was going crazy. He blames the alcohol and the lack of social interactions for this moment. But your bubbly personality was unmistakable. That sweet and tooth- roothing laugh was — at least to Leon — proof that maybe, just maybe, God allowed him to grasp on you one last time.

Or maybe God allowed you to pay him a visit. Neither of you were religious people, but you were closer to heaven that he’ll ever be. So, maybe that pure and wholesome smile blinded God, and you escaped, true to your rebellious nature. Your death turned him into a sappy man. He has always loved you, but the tragic destiny you met made him see you in an even better light.

“You know I loved you so much…” The voice turned sour and sad, so out of character for you. Well… if it’s you. Even in your last days, you tried to be that thoughtful partner, pushing away every worry out of his mind even though you were slowly withering away. The words slightly trembled, albeit the raw honesty that was being said. Silence set as if the owner of the voice was attempting not to cry.

“So deeply…” The hushed voice seemed to get even quieter as the course of its words dug deeper in Leon’s heart making it bleed harder than ever. His hand itches to reach where he thinks you are, as if you could materialize from thin air and give him one last hug. One last farewell.

“Please, stop blaming yourself for this. This wasn’t your fault.” Yes, it was. Leon wanted to tell you that. You planted seeds of hope in his heart even when he felt the world was too corrupted to be home for someone as splendid as you. The sense of your living left him chasing footsteps and shadows in order to meet you again.

And as a moth to a flame, he followed you. The chemicals in his brain working overtime to hear the gentle ring of your voice as long as you keep talking. It doesn’t matter if this behavior could put him at a psych after. Talking with ghosts? That can’t happen, yet his love for you seems to break the rules between life and the realms of the afterlife.

“You weren’t supposed to go so soon…” Leon’s voice fills the dim room, engaging in conversation, the tears that he was previously fighting off were at the verge of falling from his eyes. But as a stubborn man, he wouldn’t show weakness and vulnerability, even in a moment like this. “I know nothing good lasts long in my life but —” a choke left his lips as the lump is now growing impossible to hold back. “What kind of twisted sin am I paying off? I can’t live a life without you, I simply can’t.”

“I wasn’t done with you, I wasn’t done with our life. I wanted to adopt that dog we saw at the shelter. Do you remember? I wanted to take you to Italy because you once told me you wanted to try a real pizza.” A shaky breath cuts off Leon’s speech before he continues, his slurred words stumbling one another as if he knew he was running out of time. “I wanted to grow old with you, I wanted to be the first person to notice the gray hair appearing in you. The first wrinkles in your face, which I’m sure would have looked amazing in you darling, you were always perfect. I wanted to help you stand up when your legs couldn’t carry the weight of your body. I wanted —”

“Leon.”

“I wanted to at least spend one last Christmas with you.”

He finishes off with one last wish. One last desire he had hid in his mind for a while now. He knew everything had ended, but right now, he wanted to hear you one last time. He wanted to hear an "I love you" from you.

And there it was… the last thing he wanted to hear. Nothing.

As soon as the deadly silence filled the room again, uncontrollable tears streamed down his face. Leon bent forward, his forehead hitting against the hard material of the table, letting out all of his repressed emotions. In the midst of his despair and hatred, he cried not only for you and the fact that he failed to protect you. Each drop carried the weight of every life that was lost under his watch, each one of those bright eyed agents who were looking forward to working with him, and only found death in their paths.

What has he done wrong to deserve this terrible but inevitable outcome? He’s beyond tired, beyond hopeless. In his rage, he could only blame the world.

God, why have you forsaken me?

He stays there for a while, drowning in his own tears. As reality once again sets in. Deep down, he knew this would be the last time. The universe granted him (or cursed him) by allowing him to hear you one last time. Hear the tender tone of your voice calling his name like you used to do. And maybe he should take that with him just like you did.

Everyone dies, so will he. There will be a time when God takes pity on him and allows him to meet you once again. Once the time comes and he's sent to the place where you are, he will tell you about the book’s ending. He will tell you about every mission he will get in the still unknown future. He will tell how much he missed you and how much he loved your presence, even if it was just the blink of an eye. He doesn’t know what else he will tell you, but he’s going to make sure to have a list before parting from this world — in a long, far future.

He had enjoyed meeting and being with you. And if somehow God gives him another chance, he would choose you over and over again.

The sweet carols have grown faint and not even the innocent chants of those children filled Leon’s empty and dark living room. It’s already christmas.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 4 months

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Daddys Girl

Growing up you learned one thing.

You were called an “easy kid.” Nice, polite, quiet, forgotten.

But you got that title because you gave it to yourself. In hopes that if you were good, you would get a slither of your father's attention. A bit of praise, a kiss on the head or something like when you were younger.

But no. That was for your little sister now. The hugs, the kisses, the smiles, the laughs.

It was like that was never you. Never held on your dad's shoulders, never tickled until you cried or never fell asleep on his side as cartoons played in the background.

Those were hidden away in a collection of pictures, memories and videos. Abandoned. Forgotten by everyone but you as you rewinded and rewinded them again and again.

Back when your father was who you called “daddy” because that's who he was. The one who showed up, the one who put you to sleep, the one who loved you.

Now he's just the one who didn't come to your award ceremony today. The one who drove you home without a thought in his mind as your little sibling rambled on in the backseat about how “daddy” gave her flowers at her ceremony.

The one that took place thirty minutes after yours.

You say looking out the window, not wanting to look at your dad or speak in hopes he wouldn't see the look on your face or the tears in your eyes.

Your sibling certainly didn't.

“How was school today?” Your father spoke up, surprisingly, even more surprised as the question was aimed at you.

You didn't look at him, simply shrugging your shoulders.

“Fine.” was simply all you offered, watching the trees pass by the window.

“That's good then.” Your father offered, giving you a side glance out the corner of his eye. His voice didn't indicate sarcasm or displeasure, but you had seen it aimed at you to know better.

“You're not excited about your award?” Your sister asked in her sweet, child like voice with a smile. You hated that smile. You hated it because you used to be that smile.

You turned over your shoulder to give your sibling a narrowed glare, not wanting it to be mentioned or talked about. Especially since your dad didn't show up or seem to even remember.

Your little sister didn't catch your look, or she was too clueless to understand. She rolled her eyes at you, thinking you were trying to be mean before she went back to her stupid smile.

Your dad drove you all home in silence. You could only feel relaxed as he pulled into the driveway and your escape was so close.

Your sibling padded out the car as quickly as she could, you unbuckled your seat back quickly and threw open the car door before your father spoke.

“(Name). Are you angry at me or your sister?” Your father tried to speak, genuinely sounding like he cared for once.

But you gave up on that trick a long time ago.

You pretended like you didn't hear him, bounding out the car and jogging inside with your little paper certificate in hand.

“Mom! I got an award!” Your father heard you call out, seemingly happier as you tried to find your mother.

Your father sat in the car for a moment as he heard your happy voice, but not to him. To your mother. He lost that happy, smiling voice of yours and the running into his arms long ago.

What was once a forgotten and stored away memory was now playing out in front of him, but his place was taken by your mother as he was forced to watch from the doorway as you showed your mother proudly.

Beaming like a five year old as your mother smiled at you like he used to, your arms around her waist and hers around your back like a perfect picture he had no right to ruin.

“That's great, baby!” Your mother went on, kissing your cheek and taking your little certification to put on the fridge.

You smiled, sitting on the counter and kicking your legs as you went on and on like you used to, your mother listening and feeding in.

Your mother was everything your dad wasn’t. She loved you, she showed she cared. She didn't replace you. Your father, the famous “Ghost”, noticed this.

He could feel a tug and a piece of longing as he watched his baby girl drift so far away, but he wouldn't admit it.

He watched you follow your mother, talking and smiling as your little sister sat next to him to color.

He tried to pay attention to your sister, but couldn't as he watched a part he played be taken right in front of him.

You and your mother used to be him and you, following at his heels, talking and smiling but now he was unnoticed and ignored like you were.

You didn't talk to him, he never had your attention anymore. Hugs were gone, kisses were non-existent and the daddy's girl was abandoned the minute he stepped back onto that field.

Things were different from then on. No matter what you tried, your dad never preferred you anymore. You didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to you.

You weren't his little girl anymore.

You could feel your father looking at you but ignored the feeling because why give in?

You now sat at at the kitchen island, pecking away at homework as you ignored your father as he got up and moved around, but you still felt his stare.

You learned to ignore someone best from him, choose when to be cold and distant and who to be cold and distant too. Like he was to you.

You could be sad and cold one moment, then happy and giddy the next. A choice to choose an emotion or a choice to switch them off.

You learned from the best, your dad.

Sometimes you wonder if that's how this came to be.

While you wondered, Ghost knew. It was why he left you in the dust. Why you were (Name), no longer his baby girl.

Because your smiling face reminded him too much of himself when he was younger, naive, stupid, childish.

And somehow, you got the worst parts of him. The anger. The cold, lifeless eyes. Ones that stared back at him just as he stared back.

You were too similar to him. Choosing to leave the worst unsaid and the best forgotten, your sister's birth sealed his old baby girl away as another swooped in to take her place.

But your father couldn't help but want to be the one you talked to once more, the one who you loved still, the one you used to call Daddy.

But you couldn't because that was in the past, you've accepted he's different now.

You weren't important now. Your father was cold, he was distant now. Even if he tried he couldn't be like that again, close like you two were but he still wanted that.

It was gone long before he noticed what he had done. You would always be his daughter. And he would always be your dad.

But you're someone else’s baby now.

You were no longer his.

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im-a-writer-sometimes · 10 months

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Thank You, Doctor (Miguel O’Hara - Epilogue)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: deceased family member, pure fluff, implied smut (sorry horndogs, you’ll have to use your imagination)

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The first thing you noticed was the tightness of the air. It felt like you were being compressed as you stepped back onto the streets that used to be your whole world. You’d become so calibrated to the world you’d known the last months, this place now seemed foreign to you.

Not so foreign that you couldn’t find your way to the little church your mother used to drag you to as a kid, dolling you up in the best dress she could afford, letting you smother on lipstick once you’d turned ten to try and incentivize you. You smiled at the memory, walking past the tall oak doors and through the low iron gates that led to the cemetery out back.

You were ashamed at how long it took you to find your mother’s grave, but you did, sitting down in the grass and pulling your knees to your chest.

“You were all I had,” you said, your words swallowed up by the gloomy, overcast sky. “My only place in the world.” You dropped your cheek to your knee, smiling sadly. “Once you were gone, I tried to carve out my own place, but I didn’t fit. I know why now. It wasn’t your fault, or my fault. But now—”

You lifted your head, scooting closer so you could rest your hand on the top of the grave.

“I’ve found a place. Somewhere to belong, Mom. You wouldn’t believe where if I told you,” you laughed. “You always told me love isn’t about passion and fire and adventure. Those are nice, but you said love is about feeling safe. Feeling seen and heard. All those things you never got.” You ran a finger over her name—Captain Mary Y/l/n. “Well, Mom, I think I’ve found that too. Too soon to say, but I’m saying it anyway.”

You touched the flowers on either side of the gravestone, finding them both still fresh. It made sense; as chief of police, your mother had been a beloved pillar of the community. Your world hadn’t been the only one shattered when she passed.

“I just wanted you to know,” you said, standing up and brushing the dirt off your pants. “You only wanted me to be happy. I think I’m getting there, Mom.” You started walking and then paused, turning back over your shoulder. “Also, Dad’s a multiversal criminal from another dimension. Was a multiversal criminal from another dimension, I should say.”

You thought you could hear her laughter in the sudden burst of wind, ruffling the leaves of the few trees poking up through the graveyard.

You were walking away when you felt a sudden stab of pain on your lower back, brushing a spider off of the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and pants. You watched it as it hit the ground, legs twitching. You narrowed your eyes, looked back at the grave.

“You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Mom.”

When you used your new bracelet to portal back to base, it was the dead of night. You didn’t have to think where to go; you’d arrived at the cafeteria before you even knew where you were going.

Miguel stood from his seat at the sight of you, and you smiled.

“I didn’t think—”

“I’d come back so soon?” you said, crossing the room. “I know. But you let me go anyway.”

He simply watched you, still standing as you sat down in the seat across from him.

“I had some goodbyes to give,” you said. “Just one really.”

He slowly sat, eyes scanning over you as if he still didn’t believe you were here. In front of him. “No te merezco,⁸” he said, tilting his head as he watched you. “You still owe me nothing.”

“Then I guess that means we can start over,” you said, reaching out your hand before you. “My name is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you.”

He grabbed your hand and used the leverage to pull your forwards until your noses were nearly brushing. “Miguel,” he said. “The pleasure’s all mine.” When he kissed you, it was soft. No trace of that half-feral man who’d defended you against your father. He was unremarkably soft, tracing a finger along your jaw as you pulled apart.

“I wouldn’t mind continuing this introduction in your room,” you said, and, finally, his smile sharped into something more wild.

“Whatever you want, mujer implacable.”

When you woke the next morning, you had to slowly untangle yourself from Miguel’s arms, smiling at the way he instinctively reached out, mumbling something incoherent in Spanish. You picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it over yourself, flicking your hair from beneath the collar. That was when you saw yourself in the mirror.

You squinted, stepping closer.

You were bigger, that was for sure. There was muscle definition where there hadn’t been, and you simply stood there, staring. You reached out to touch the mirror, and to your horror, your fingertips stuck to the surface. Your other hand immediately reached for the small bump on your back where the spider had bitten you. You almost laughed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you said.

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(8) “I don’t deserve you.”

Thanks for reading, folks!

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jaebeomsbitch · 7 months

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Cherry Lips II (E.M)

Pt: I |Pt III: In progress

Summary: Being irrevocably in love with your best friend leads to love confessions in laundry rooms

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddier x Single Mom! Reader

Warning: Kissing

A/N: I get too into my head about writing. Literally put this off for so long and then just finished 75% it in less than an hour. I need to get out of my head. Never edited as always lol

Taglist: sleepie-bunnie skrzydlak tlclick73 cuvntt twirls827 goth-cowgirl-03 manda-panda-monium ali-r3n gublerstylesobrien1238 antagonize-me-motherfucker veemoon witchwolflea ryanmxrie josephquinnsfreckles strangerfan3691 akiratoro420 babydollface1165 mygirlchaos eddiesguitarskills middle-of-the-earth bandaids-n-porcelain graciehams eddiemunsonslittlemetalhead

It had been months since that night on the kitchen counter with Eddie. Your maternal leave ran out a long time ago. Eddie insisted that you quit your job and stay home with the baby but you always promised you’d never be dependent on a man even though you were. You wanted the option to be able to leave if anything happened.

Wayne and your mom help you out with the baby. Wayne takes her on his days off. Eddie cooing as he leaves yelling “Have fun with your grandpa.” Eddie saw Wayne as a father figure more than his own deadbeat dad. Wayne was there to teach him about growing into a young man. He was there to give him dating advice and the rare baby advice. Wayne took to taking care of your baby naturally despite never having a kid of his own.

You could tell he’s going to be the best grandpa ever with the way he treats your daughter. Exactly like Eddie does, with fragility and care, their eyes sparkling with a deep love. Today Wayne took the baby despite it being your day off grumbling about having some time to yourself.

It isn’t until Wayne leaves that you notice the vase on the dining table, magnolias. You look at them confused, where’d they come from? You walk towards them, brushing the petals lightly between your fingers thinking of what Robin said. You were a magnolia.

“You like them?” Eddie says, startling you. You clutch your chest, heart pounding against your rib cage.

“Holy fuck Eds, scared the shit outta me” you say feeling your heart beat slow down when you know it’s Eddie.

“Well isn’t this a familiar sight?” He says with a smirk on his lips. Your face flushing remembering the kitchen incident. You tried to push the memory back but you always ended up in the shower, fingers knuckle deep inside you as you bite your arm trying not to moan. You let go of your chest lightly laughing trying to push past the awkwardness.

“Yeah I like them. Where’d you get ‘em?” You ask turning back towards the flowers, picking the one in your hand up and smelling it. Your face brightening, a big smile adorning your face. You were a big beautiful fucking magnolia and you’d never let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Just thought you’d appreciate something pretty in the house,” he shrugs.

“You know Robin said I was like a magnolia tree, full of love,” you murmur lost in thought, fingertip tracing the delicate petal.

“Oh I know,” he says, leaving you to yourself. It takes a second for you to realize what he just said.

Knew… he knew? How the fuck did he know? He had to have overheard the phone call or Rob told him. But she’d never tell him…right? Your best friend wouldn’t totally tell your other best friend that you were head over heels for him would she? Oh fuck you’re panicking… Maybe it meant nothing? Maybe he’s just agreeing with Robin? Okay it’s no big deal. Totally not anything, you try to convince yourself as you grab your hamper and walk downstairs to the basement to do laundry.

There’s no way he knows anything, Eddie was dead asleep and you’d never done anything obvious… besides the occasional ogle when he’s got his back turned to you. Fuck that back, you bite your lip as you separate the darks from light. No, No horny thoughts of Eddie especially not when it’s just the two of you in the house tonight. You swallow your spit, as you pour in the detergent and softener.

“Hey, I’ve been talking to you?” Eddie says louder than normal which startles you. You bang your knee on the washer, the lid slamming closed. You cradle your knee, hobbling around to look at Eddie with a pained look on your face.

“Mhm?” you hum in a high pitched tone, trying not to press too hard onto your aching knee cap.

“Shit, you all right?” He says, walking quickly across the basement towards you. Once again you find yourself being lifted by the waist but this time on the lid of the washer.

“Stop scaring me!” you groan, slapping his arm.

“Stop being so fucking jumpy then” he retorts, folding your pajama pants and inspecting your knee. His fingers gentle as they brush your kneecap but you can’t help the visceral reaction you have. Your face scrunching up, hands reaching for his shirt squeezing the fabric in your palms.

“Fuck,” you groan again.

“S’not bleeding, think you just need some ice and to rest it,” He murmurs looking up at your face, you can tell because his breath hits your chin. Why was he so God damn close? Your heart beat races in your chest, lump forming in your throat.

“Okay,” you breathe out, fluttering your eyes open. You thought he’d step back but he doesn’t move. For the first time since you were teens you can see the familiar spray of faint freckles on the bridge of his nose. You’d always scolded him for not wearing sunscreen which he always met with an eye roll.

“Oh, sorry,” You say, realizing you’re quite literally pulling him towards you. You let go of his shirt wiping your sweating palms on the soft fleece of your pajamas. The throbbing in your knee replaced by a different kind of throbbing as you inhale his scent. It’s changed slightly, now he smells like detergent and motor oil. He used to smell like weed and musk but he’d given it up since you got pregnant, always said he didn’t want to expose the baby to it.

“I know,” he says, voice deep and gravelly.

“Hmm?” you say, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, trying your best not to look down at those pink lips of his.

“I know,” he simply repeats, pressing himself forward, face centimeters from yours. You try to scoot back but hit your head on the cabinet.

“God you can’t fucking help it can you?” he says clearly amused by the way you’re always hurting yourself in front of him.

“You know?” you ask, trying to press him for more as you rub the back of your head but he swats your hand away, fingers finding the soft tresses of your hair gently massaging the area of impact until you relax in his hold.

“Mhm,” he hums. Clearly he was playing some sort of game. Eddie always liked to fuck with you, he’d play little prank on you. Like once in high school he’d convinced you that you’d forgotten an important day. You’d spent the entire day wracking your brain for the thing you forgot even asking all of hellfire who gave you the cold-shoulder. It was something stupid like a year from the first time you let him borrow your good pen.

“Okay… what do you know?” you ask, looking up at his chocolate brown eyes.

“Something,” he sing songs mischievously as he presses his hips into the side of the washing machine, your legs dangling on either side of his hips.

“God you’re annoying?” you roll your eyes but a small smile threatens to overtake your lips.

“You sure ‘bout that?” he asks, fingers moving from your scalp to hold onto the back of your head, his thumb brushing the underside of your jaw. Your breath hitches. It’s too much. If Eddie was fucking with you’d probably have a mental break down.

“You know?” you ask, trying to cross that barrier without saying it. You gulp, fingers reaching for his waist, softly pressing into his back as he presses closer and closer. Your faces a centimeter from each other, breaths mixing as you both practically pant for breath. He doesn’t respond and you don’t dare break the moment as his big doe eyes flick down to your lips and back to your eyes as if silently asking for permission. You nod ever so slightly, heart hammering in your chest. Was this real? Please God let this be real. You couldn't wake up to dream like this again, it broke a piece of your heart every time you dreamed of the press of his lips on yours…and so much more.

His lips press against the corner of your mouth, fingers dipping down to your waist pulling you impossibly closer until you feel the hardpress of his cock through his jeans. You gulp as he takes a moment as if giving you time to back out. Fuck no, you’d been dreaming of it for so long, pressing your fingers into your pussy wishing it was his length.

He presses a soft hiss to your lips, its gentle and sweet as you move against each other. Your fingers moving from his hips to tangle in his curls. You kiss him with a bigger sense of desperation and he matches your pace. Every year he’s held back pressing forward, every year he held back his jealousy making him slip his tongue into your mouth, every year you weren’t his, had him cradling your head tongue lapping against yours until you can’t breathe but you don’t dare to move away. Instead you wrap your legs around his lithe waist.

He pulls back panting, “Fuck.” His gentle fingers press into your scalp, lips pressing softly into the place between your jaw and neck, his other hand caressing your neck, thumb brushing your soft skin, his nose skirting the soft line of your jaw. It’s so tender and sweet just like Eddie has always been with you despite your earlier makeout session.

“Eds,” You say breathlessly. He hums against your skin in acknowledgement.

“I love you, so much,” you whisper, fingers gripping his shirt, as you choke up with emotion. All your longing spilling forward like a leak in a dam.

“I love you too,” He responds, eyelashes fluttering against your jaw. You can hear the imperceptible crack in his voice. Your hands immediately sliding towards his back pressing into it softly trying to comfort him, silently apologizing for being so stupid.

He takes a second to collect himself to look at your eyes again. His eyes wet with unshed tears, with silent longing love and adoration to match yours. You press a soft kiss to his lips, saying sorry over and over again. You’d always imagined this super passionate, rough, sexual encounter with Eddie just like the stories he’d described but… that wasn’t him now. He was always your kind hearted and sweet boy.

“I love you,” You murmur against his lips, tears dripping down your eyes as you hold his face. You can taste the saltiness on his lips as your tears mix together. He pulls back, thumbs brushing away your stray tears whispering an “I love you too.” You take a moment just to revel in the warmth of this moment, eyes searching each other as if they contained every secret of the universe.

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incendiobrock · 9 days

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Boston Blues {Matt Sturniolo}

Request: Linked here

Prompt(s): A showing up to B's doorstep, soaking from the rain + "Wait, don't go. Please..."

Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse (parents), language

You had always loved growing up in Boston. The colorful leaves on the trees in the fall, the fluffy, white snow in the winter, watching the flowers bloom in the spring, and relaxing by your friends pool in the summer. Every season in Boston had its perks, and sharing those memories with three of your neighbors made it that much sweeter.

When you were in middle school you had met three boys that lived down the street from you. You were waiting at the bus stop when they had arrived and introduced themselves as Nick, Matt, and Chris. The four of you instantly became inseparable and would spend every waking moment together, considering all you had to do was walk down the street and knock on their front door.

As the years went on the friendship grew, and a special spark had formed between you and Matt. Matt was your escape from reality, the anchor to your ship. Throughout your last couple years in high school there was a divide between your parents. They constantly argued into the late hours of the night, and somehow you were always brought into it. Your parents made it difficult to be home so you began to seek refuge in Matt.

Matt was the support system you needed to keep yourself from dwelling on the fact that you had such a strained relationship with your parents. You began catching feelings for the boy, which he had reciprocated. Things were untraditional in the relationship you had formed because your parents had made you lose the longing for a true relationship. They showed you that love doesn't always last and someone you love could easily become someone you hate, and that thought terrified you. Matt understood your anxieties, knowing about your home life, and let you take things at your own pace. There was no label, due to your fear of abandonment, but you were practically dating on every other level.

Now, you were both twenty years old, graduated from high school, and trying to begin figuring out adulthood. Matt and his brothers had started a YouTube channel that grew tremendously in popularity and brought in some extra pocket change. They all loved doing it, and you supported them the whole way. As you stood in their parents kitchen late one night they began discussing their future.

"I really wish we had our own space to make content. I love filming the car videos, but it would be nice to film content in a house without having to worry about disturbing mom and dad." Chris shared, taking a sip out of his Pepsi can.

"Yeah, I've been really thinking about LA ever since we've gone those few times to visit Madi." Nick added, agreeing with his brother that they would benefit from their own space. You stayed silent as you sat at the island, scared about the thought of losing your three closest friends. The chat that night was just a daydream the boys had, nothing set in stone until about a month later.

Matt paced his bedroom, dragging his feet lightly on the hardwood floors. He was waiting for you to come over so he could tell you some news that he knew would be difficult for you to hear. A light knock on his door pulled him out of his trance, "Come in!" He said. Slowly, you peeled open the door, spotting Matt standing at the foot of his bed. You smiled widely, walking over to him and initiating a hug. "Hi Matt," You said under your breath, instantly feeling lighter in his presence.

He felt himself gulp as you pulled back from the hug, you had no idea what was about to come. "Hey." He replied, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and patting the space next to him for you to sit. You complied, plopping down on his plush bed and throwing your legs over his lap as you faced towards him. His hands rested on your knees as he began to twirl the silver ring he wore on his index finger.

"Matt, what's wrong? You seem stressed?" Your hand reached out to take place on top of his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles soothingly. His eyes remained glued to his lap as he took in a shaky breath.

"Nick, Chris, and I are moving to LA... We bought a house over there and we will be moving in a couple weeks. I know this is really sudden but we didn't know the turn around would be so fast until our offer on the house got accepted." His eyes had finally met with yours, watching as your face fell into a frown.

"Oh-" Was all you managed to say back, now you were the one looking at your lap.

"I want you to come with me." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder which causes you to reconnect your eyes with his. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you repeated what he had said inside your head. You shook your head, letting out an exasperated chuckle, "You know I can't leave Boston."

"Why not? You're an adult for one, plus you hate being at your house with your parents." Matt countered.

"I know... But I don't have a steady income and I just can't." Your head was spinning, thinking about what he was asking you to do. Leave your whole life behind and move halfway across the country with him? What if he decided he hated you one day and you were stuck stranded out on the West coast?

"Come on y/n, you're being ridiculous. I will help you out, I love you so much I just want you to come with me, please." Matt begged.

You shot up off the bed, glaring at him as he watched in shock at your sudden movement. "I said I can't Matt! Don't try to force me to move halfway across the country with you!" You said, raising your voice and feeling your emotions begin to catch up to you. This wasn’t a simple request that he was asking you to fulfill, this was leaving behind everything you had ever known. Jumping straight into a pit of fire, burning you with your own insecurities of being too caught up in a relationship, leaving you vulnerable to being abandoned.

"I'm not trying to force you!-"

"Yes you are! I can’t just leave my whole life behind for you! Have fun with Nick and Chris... I'm not moving." And with that, you stormed out of his room making sure the door slammed behind you. You knew deep down that he was going to leave you eventually, you just didn't expect it to be today. This was exactly why you never made anything official between you two.

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Two weeks had passed and you hadn't heard a single word from Matt. You spent a lot of time in your bed, unable to leave it. You hadn't felt hungry and your eyes were red from all the tears you had cried. The whole time you had been apart you reminisced on all the years you had spent with Matt and the other boys. You weren't sure you were ready to leave that all behind. Nick had messaged you a few times throughout the weeks, updating you on their move. Today was finally the dreaded day.

Rain tapped on your window as it steadily poured outside. It's like the world knew how depressed you had been, reflecting your own emotions with the weather forecast. The boys had to leave to go to the airport in a little less than two hours. The walls in your house were extremely thin, allowing you to hear your parents yelling from down the stairs. Did you really want to live here like this? A numbing headache pounded in your head as you listened to the screeching downstairs.

Without thinking you pulled a small suitcase out of the back corner of your closet. Necessities and a small amount of clothes began to pile in, only grabbing what you absolutely needed. You didn’t have time to think about your actions, knowing that your own fears were going to hold you back if you let them. If things didn’t work out then you would just figure out a new plan, or so you tried reminding yourself. After grabbing as much as you could fit into your suitcase you checked the time on your phone, 1:47pm… They would be leaving to get to the airport any minute now.

The wheels on your suitcase echoed as you dragged it down the hallway, leading to the stairs. You ran down them and into the living room, causing your parents to stop their fighting and look over at you. Shock caused your body to stop in place, wide eyes looking back at your parents as they both stood with their arms crossed over their chest, angry scowls on their face. “Where do you think you’re going?” Your dad’s voice boomed, surrounding the stagnant air. Doubt about your plan began rushing back, worried about how your parents were going to react when you told them you were leaving to move across the country with a boy that they hadn’t even met. Sure, they knew who Matt was, and they had seen him around, but you never introduced him.

You swallowed some saliva as you began to walk quickly towards the front door, trying to keep your head held high, “I’m sorry, I don’t have time to explain. I promise I’ll text you when I land!” By this point your hand was on the door knob and you were stepping out into the freezing cold rain.

“Land? What do you mean land?” Your mom yells, as you shut the front door and take off down the street, your suitcase rolling behind you. It was in moments like these you felt thankful that the triplets only lived down the street from your house. Rain drops pelted you in the face, soaking through your jeans and hoodie. From a distance you could see Nick, Matt, and Chris packing the trunk of the van with their belongings.

“Wait!” You yelled, causing them all to look up at you as your feet smacked against the wet, gravel road. Finally, you had reached their house. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

“Kid, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chris asked, taking ahold of the handle of your suitcase and rolling it away from your body.

“Wait, don’t go… Please!” You got out, between some huffs of air.

“Our flight is at 2:45, we have to go y/n…” Matt said solemnly, feeling his heart break seeing you standing in front of him for the last time, covered in rain. You shook your head, taking a step closer to Matt and taking his hands into your own, “Not without me.” Tears formed in your eyes as you tried to choke back your emotion.

Matt’s hands immediately let go of yours as he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms over your shoulders. You accepted the hug, tightening your grip around his torso, snuggling your face into his chest. You didn’t think you would ever get to feel him hold again. You were thankful the trunk of the car was covering you both as the rain continued falling around you. “You’re coming with us?” He whispered, trying to convince himself that what you said was true. He felt your head nod, confirming his question and mending his breaking heart.

His hands found sanctuary on the sides of your face as he pulled your lips in for a rough kiss. You kissed him back with passion, thanking your mind for not holding you back from this moment. After the kiss, your foreheads rested against one another and a soft smile formed across your lips.

“I love you, Matt. Let’s go to LA.”

“I love you more… You have no idea how happy I am that you’re coming with me.”

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Blue Butterflies (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4758

Warnings: shitty parents and I think nothing else, but let me know

Part two and my masterlist

It all started when she was six. She had something wrong, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Halfway through her mother’s screams, she’d decided she’d had enough and ran out of the house. She didn’t run away far enough for her to get lost, but enough that her mother’s shouts were far.

She leaned against a brick wall and started sobbing. She didn’t notice that her sobs had startled someone living in the house that she was leaning on. She opened her eyes to brush away her tears when a blue butterfly caught her eye.

Her sobs stopped and her eyes widened at the beautiful creature. She was staring at it, intensely, watching its wings flutter and move around. It landed on a tree and stayed there. She was entranced by the butterfly, blue was her favourite colour after all. “Oi, Y/N!”

She didn’t recognise the voice, but she recognised that it came from the sky. She looked up and saw a boy gazing down at her from her window. She didn’t recognise him, so she furrowed her eyebrows and fumbled with her fingers while saying, “My mom says I shouldn’t talk to strangers!”

She was just about to leave when he replied with, “I’m not a stranger Y/N, we go to the same school.” She didn’t recognise him, so she continued walking away. “You’re in the same class as Dudley!” He exclaimed.

She looked around and noticed that this was in fact Dudley’s house and she looked back up at the boy, he didn’t look like Dudley at all. “Dudley never mentioned that he had a brother.” She says, and the boy sticks his tongue out in disgust, “Eww, I’m not Dudley’s brother, I’m his cousin!”

“Can you come down? My neck’s getting tired from looking up.” She says, and the boy doesn’t reply. He headed back inside the room, and a few seconds later, the front porch door swung open, and the boy came running out. She couldn’t hear Dudley’s mother shouting, and she thought that maybe it’s ‘International Mother shouting day’.

He came running towards her with his messy hair bouncing with each step he took. He smiled at her brightly, and he waved his hand. She repeated his action with much less enthusiasm. “Were you crying?” He asks, and she scrunches her face as she nods her head.

“What happened?” the boy asked, and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember what I did, but mom was very angry.” she sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears again. The boy looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but he pressed, “You have to know what you did, just think!”

“I don’t remember…” she repeats, and he says, “You didn’t even try to remember.” He pouted and she sniffled again. She tried to think, and the last thing she could remember was her watching a cartoon then the sound of glass shattering. She clapped her hands, joyfully as the memory got clearer inside her head.

“Oh, oh, I remember! I was watching this really funny cartoon about a cat and a mouse, and it was so funny that my stomach hurt, but then the flower vase popped, and it made a biggg mess. Mom kept saying that I knocked it over, but I didn’t.” She explains, her excitement deflating to sadness.

“Don’t worry, I believe you! The same thing happens to me sometimes.” He reassures her with a bright smile. She looks at her excitedly, “You make vases pop too?”

“Well, not exactly, but almost.” He says, and she exclaims, “That’s good enough for me! Let's be friends!” his face brightens and he holds his hand out for her to shake, but she ignores it and pulls him in for a hug.

He stands, not knowing what to do, and he chuckles nervously. She doesn’t notice, but after a few seconds she releases him from her embrace. He smiles, and says, “You’re as nice as Dudley says you are.”

She frowns at the mention of Dudley and says, “I don’t like Dudley very much, he looks at me weird and keeps trying to give me flowers, but the ugly ones.”

“I thought girls liked all kinds of flowers.” He says, puzzled. She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, but I only like forget-me-nots.”

“What are those?” He asks, and she clasps her hands together, and she sighs answers, dreamily, “They’re the prettiest blue flowers to have ever existed.”

“What flowers does Dudley get you?” He asks, curiously. She grimaces and pokes her tongue out to say, “He gets me roses.”

“What’s wrong with roses?” He asks, and she grabs his hand to lead him back near the tree where she was crying, while replying, “They’re not forget-me-nots.”

“Look!” She points to the butterfly that’s still sitting where she last saw it. She stands with her mouth wide open as she looks up at it. “It’s blue.” Harry comments, “You really like blue.”

“Like?! I Love blue.” She exclaims, “Mom says that the school where I’m going when I grow up has lots of blue.” She twirls around, remembering the cute blue skirts that her mother told her about.

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother shouts from inside the house, and Harry jumps, startled. “I better go now.” He says, frowning. She mirrors his expression as he starts to walk back inside the house. He walks with his head to the ground, sadly.

“You didn't tell me what your name is!” She shouts even though he’s far enough to hear her say it either way. He spins around to also shout, “It’s Harry.”

“Potter!”

This time the shout is angrier and even Y/N is frightened. She’s quick to run towards Harry and push him near the front door quickly. “Bye, new friend Harry.”

***

Harry and Y/N met up almost everyday for the coming years. They shared their thoughts and secrets no matter how big or small. Harry told her how horribly the Dursleys treated him, and she always asked him if he wanted her to punch Dudley in the face. He, however, said he was grateful for the chores they asked him to do because without them ordering him to clean Dudley’s room, he never would’ve met her.

Y/N was very sad that Harry wasn’t going to Beauxbatons with her. When she turned eleven and received her acceptance letter, she then realised that she was a witch. Her dad was a wizard, but her mother wasn’t. Her mother demanded that she be raised in a normal childhood until she was going to go to the school that her father went to.

She was a witch and as soon as she found out, she wanted to go and tell Harry, but her father told her that having magic is a secret and that she can’t tell anyone unless she is absolutely sure that they are either a witch or wizard. What saddened her is that she didn’t know if Harry was a wizard or not, so she couldn’t tell him.

So instead she settled on telling him this, “I’m going to a boarding school this fall.” They were lying on the ground in the Dursley’s backyard. She kept playing with the grass between her fingertips, and she started into the sky.

“A boarding school?” Harry asked, “You mean the ones where you stay there all year.” She nods and Harry’s frown deepens. He sits up and looks at her, “But I’m going to be all alone without you.”

“You’ll still have Dudley to annoy.” She says, unconvincingly. He sighs sadly, “Even he’s going to boarding school.”

She sits up too, and she grabs his hands in his, “Then you must be too, and you’ll make a lot of friends there!” He shakes his head, and replies, “No…I didn’t get any acceptance letter or email or anything.”

Y/N hugs Harry, and he hugs her back tightly. He’s grown used to and fond of her hugs by now. She was his favourite person, and the only person he cares about, and she was leaving. She was the kindest person ever, and the other girls in pre-school aren’t like her. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a friend, an awful thought enters his head, he expresses, “You’re going to forget me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I forget you?” She pulls back and frowns at him. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the ground, plucking some of the grass into his hands, “You’ll make new friends.”

“I sure hope I do, but none of them will be you.” She says with a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly. He shakes his head and puts his head in his hands, unconvinced. “I’m serious, Harry! You’ll forever be my best friend.”

He groans still looking up at her, and then a conversation with her mother enters her head. She tilts her head at the idea, not understanding why not. She says, “Harry…”

He removes his head from his hands and looks at her. She quickly leans to press a kiss on his lips, a quick peck. When she leans back, Harry’s eyes are wide. He stands up quickly and points at her accusingly. She tilts her head, in confusion.

“You just kissed me!” Harry screams, and Dudley’s head pops out from his window at the sound. He surveys the garden and shouts, “You kissed my girlfriend!”

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Y/N seethed at Dudley then he disappeared back in his room, calling out for his mother. She looked back at Harry who was still paralyzed in his place with his mouth agape. He screamed once more, “Why did you kiss me?!”

“So I’ll never forget you!” She replied as if it was obvious. Harry stomps one foot on the ground and his cheeks flush, “What does that have to do with anything?”

She started to feel confused, why else would she kiss him? Her mom had said in her story that you kiss someone to make sure that you’ll never forget them, right? Why was he acting that way? “But mom said-”

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother screeched as she came marching into the garden with Dudley wobbling behind her. She has her boney finger pointed towards Harry and he rolls his eyes and folds his arms. Y/N got to watch Harry’s personality evolve through the years to being the boy who stands up for himself.

“Why did you kiss Dudley’s girlfriend?” She seethes at him, and he sighs, frustrated by her actions, “She’s not his girlfriend.” A few seconds later, Dudley’s dad comes stomping into the garden, looking angry.

“What’s all this fuss about, Petunia? I was in the middle of my breakfast!” He exclaims, and Y/N’s confused seeing as it’s noon. Harry mouths, ‘second breakfast’. Her mouth forms into an ‘O’ in understanding. “The boy’s kissed Dudley’s girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend and not his friend either.” Y/N shouted to stop the bickering. Dudley’s parents look at eachother confused and they then look at Dudley who is a shade of pink that matches a pig. “Aren’t you Y/N?” Dudley’s mother asks.

She nods her head, and Dudley’s dad looks at him and asks, “Then where have the flowers that I’ve been buying gone?” Dudley’s eyes widen and he points at Y/N and he shouts, “I’ve been giving them to her.”

“Even though I’ve told you to stop!” Y/N counters back. For the first time in Dudley’s life, he receives a stern look from his father. Harry looks surprised and very pleased. Dudley notices Harry’s expression and he folds his arms, “I think we should focus on the fact that Harry is friends with Y/N when I like her!”

That shifts Dudley’s parents' attention to Harry whose face has gone white. He goes to stand near Y/N, and she looks between them both. She holds Harry’s hand and she answers, “Because he’s my friend.”

“He’s not allowed to have friends.” Dudley’s mother said, looking at Harry through narrowed eyes. “He’s not supposed to have time to have friends with the chores that he has to get done!”

Y/N sensed that this was not going to go down in a good way, so she pulled Harry’s hand, and she started running. Harry started running behind her, not knowing where they were going. Y/N made them cross the street and she reached her house. The door flew open and she ran, leading Harry behind her, up the stairs and into her room. “Y/N?”

She shuts the door behind them, and she pants. Harry’s very frightened and he stands in the centre of her room like a statue. “Don’t worry, Harry. They won’t be able to get you here.” she reassures him, and then a few seconds after her words, there is a knock on her door.

“Y/N?” Her mother comes in, and she pokes her head through the door. She enters the room in surprise at seeing a boy in her eleven year old’s room. She stands up still, she thought she had a few more years before this conversation would happen, and asks with a tense smile, “Who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Harry.” Y/N explains, and she smiles. Harry waves awkwardly. He stares at the flour, shy, his messy hair falling over his head. He shuffles his feet, and notices that he’s standing on a furry, pink carpet.

“Hello, Harry.” Y/N’s mother says politely, and he waves again, even more awkwardly this time, if possible. She clears her throat and she walks near her daughter, she leans down towards her ear, and whispers, “Why is he…um still?”

“Harry’s just like that because I kissed him, but it’s his fault for worrying anyway because instead of worrying, I’ve fixed the problem-” She explained, quite proud of herself because of her masterful problem solving skills. Her mother’s eyes widen, and she asks, in her normal volume, “Why did you kiss Harry?”

Harry jumps from beside Y/N to go stand next to her mother, and nod his head along, eager to know the answer to that question too. Y/N frowns, she takes a look at Harry and she says, “Why don’t you get it? Mom said that if I kiss you, I’ll always remember you.”

Harry looks at the older woman beside him and he gives her a look of betrayal. He steps away from both girls and moves to the centre of the room once more. Y/N’s mother tuck’s her daughter’s hair behind her ear, and she clears her throat, “I don’t remember saying that, honey.”

“But you said- when you were talking about dad, that he was your first kiss, and that a person never forgets their first kiss! Harry was scared that I’d forget him, so I kissed him!” She explained as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Her mother rubs her face and she chuckles, “That’s not what I meant, I was saying that you never forget your first kiss because it’s special, and that you usually share it with someone that you like.”

“But, I like Harry!” she replied and Harry’s face turned red. Her mother chuckles once more, “No, darling, I meant that you like that person, romantically.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and she takes a look at Harry who’s already looking at her with blushing cheeks. She looks away, understanding why he felt confused. She now felt embarrassed herself.

There was a long moment of silence where no one talked. The doorbell rang, and her mother started to move outside the room. Y/N looked outside her window to find Dudley’s parents standing outside the door, rather impatient. Harry looked out the window from beside her, and she sprinted towards her mother, and hugged her tightly. “No, Mom! You can’t go, they want to take Harry because they’re mad that he’s my friend.”

“Y/N, I’m sure you’ve got it all wrong, and I have to answer the door. I’ll talk to them.” She speaks, calmly, rolling her eyes when the doorbell rings two more times. She walks out of the room, and Y/N closes the door after her, and she turns to Harry, “Quick! See if you can fit in my trunk!”

“I’m not going to put myself in your trunk!” Harry exclaims, looking at the flowery, blue trunk that’s beside her bed. She rolls her eyes, and grabs Harry’s hand, she opens her trunk and lets the top rest on the wall. “It’s either there-” she points to the trunk, “Or there.” She then points to her door where the Dursleys were.

Harry looked at the trunk with disdain, but then looked at her door with disgust. He groaned loudly and started to place his feet inside the trunk. He put one foot in, and then the door burst open. Dudley’s dad burst it and he grabbed Harry’s wrist. “You’re coming with me!”

He marched, pulling Harry behind him, and Y/N ran down the stairs to find her mom. She hugged her mother’s torso and said, “Mom, do something! They’re very mean people!”

Her mother placed a hand on her head and started to pet her hair, soothingly. “Honey, I can’t do anything, they’re the ones responsible for him.”

Y/N grumbles, unsatisfied with her mother’s answer and she moves to see Harry moving out the door with Dudley’s father still grabbing him tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Y/N shouted to Harry hopefully, and before he could answer, Dudley’s mother seethed, “He’s not allowed to have friends!”

She slammed the door behind them and Y/N’s mother tutted as she stared at the door. Y/N looked at the floor, sadly. Her mother brought her into a hug while she mumbled, “But tomorrow’s his birthday…”

***

To say that Y/N was furious was an understatement. The next day, she had walked to the Dursleys’ house to give Harry his present, when the door opened, Dudley was standing there with a wide grin. She scrunched up her face, “Where’s Harry?”

“He’s forbidden to see you.” He replies with a shrug of his shoulders and she nearly growls, “He can’t be forbidden to see me!” He brings out a rose from behind him, and he hands it out to her, “Y/N, forget about him. I’m much better anyways.”

She grabs the flower and throws it on the ground, “You’re vile.” She spits, and she walks back to her house. There was only enough time till summer ended, and she had to go to Beauxbatons Academy. She wanted to spend that time with Harry, and she wasn’t going to let the Dursleys get in the way of that.

However, the next day, when she came looking for Harry again, their neighbour had told her that they left. When she asked where, she got no answer. She spent the next few days of her summer, looking out her window, first thing as she wakes up to see if the Dursley’s cars are outside their house, if they’re back. But that never happened.

Soon enough, it was time for her to head to Beauxbatons, but with no sign of Harry she couldn’t be even a bit excited. Her father held her hand, and held her trunk with his other hand as he spoke, “Darling, you have to cheer up! You’re going to learn magic!”

All she could do was hum silently and stare at the floor. Her father was one of the most important people to have ever gone to Beauxbatons, so instead of going by boat like everyone else does, she went by floo.

Her first year was enjoyable, she had made new friends, even with the older girls and boys. Her best friend was a third year student called Fleur Delacour, she was brilliant and part veela. Her father told her before she went that she was also part veela which is why Dudley was always drooling over her. She couldn’t figure out why Harry wasn’t affected by her magic.

She was top of her class, and madame maxime’s favourite student with her being top of her grade. The part she enjoyed the most was the abundance of the colour blue, just like her father had said. Her uniform was a bit uncomfortable, but she got used to it. She just hated how her skirt would ride up sometimes.

Other than that, Beauxbatons was a wonderful place, and she enjoyed her time there. However, every so often she would find herself thinking about Harry and what he was doing. She wasn’t even sure that she’d see him when she came back from break. She couldn’t find him with the Dursleys when she came back home, her only hope was that she saw him during the summer.

When she came back home, near the end of June, she was surprised, angry, and relieved to see that Harry was with the Dursleys. He didn’t come to speak to her the first day which only made her angrier because he left with no word and then he comes back almost a year later and he has nothing to say to her.

Thankfully, the next day, the doorbell rang and she was the one to open the door. The expression on her face was neutral as she observed the boy on her doorstep. He’d grown taller, she noted, it made her heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to say something, but she brought her fingers to her lips to silence him.

He didn’t speak, and he waited for her to do something. To his surprise, she brought him into a hug, it only lasted for a few seconds. She inhaled his familiar scent, but noticed it had changed slightly. She’d missed him so much, and her heart was racing against his chest. She pulled back with no emotion in her eyes, and he started to speak again. She hushed him, “Shh.”

He didn’t speak again, and she took a step back. Looked him in the eye, then slammed the door in his face. She stormed up to her room, furiously. She was glad that he was alive and well because now she can be angry at him in peace. “Y/N!” He continued to shout, but she paid him no mind.

She went up to her room, and she could still hear him calling for her, so she shut the window. She laid down on her bed, and opened a book that one of her muggleborn friends had lent her. She had opened the book, and took out her bookmark, when she heard thuds on her window.

She turned to look and saw stones hitting the glass. She rolled her eyes at Harry’s antics, seeing that he was disturbing her and the birds on the tree next to her window. She decided she had enough when the birds had enough as well when they flew away. She looked back at her book and started reading.

She was about two pages done when there was a sound of knocking on the window, and the faint sounds of her name. She looked to her window to find that Harry had climbed the tree outside her window. Her eyes widened, and she rushed to her window. She opened it and she shouted, “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to die!” He screams as he looks down at the faraway ground. She can hear him mumble about something being ironic.”Give your hand.” She instructs him and he obeys.

He carefully manoeuvres himself till he’s inside her room. She moves to her bed, and he turns to close the window behind him, taking a deep breath after that small adventure. He turns to look at her, and he gets hit with a pillow in his face.

“You-absolute-git.” She said, hitting him with the pillow after every word. He goes to grab the pillow to stop her from her assault. He grabs the pillow from her tight grip and he throws it on the floor somewhere faraway in the room. He holds both her wrists, and he says, “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you insensitive idiot and you made me lose my page!” She shouts, and he laughs at the last point. “This isn’t funny!” She struggles against his grip, but he’s gotten stronger since last summer.

“I’m sorry.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, still struggling against his grip, “You should be.” She states, getting tired after all the effort she exerted to break free. She stops moving and he says with a small smile, when did his smile get so cute? “I got accepted into a boarding school just like you did.”

She looks away, she can’t help but feel happy for him. She keeps a neutral expression as she says, “congratulations.” He smiles again and decides to let go of her wrists. She walks to her bed and starts flipping through her book to find her page. Feeling her heart almost beat out of her chest from his gaze on her.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” She says, still not looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and she continued, “That you were worried, I’d forget about you, but you did the same to me…”

She trailed off as she found her page, placing a book page in between the pages. He sits down beside her, and he says, “I didn’t forget you.”

She hums, unconvinced. She gets up to place her friend’s book on the new bookshelf her parents bought her. She needed to keep that book safe, her friend gets really made when his books get ruined. “You’re still my best friend.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, “You expect me to believe that?”

“I’m sure you’ve made lots of friends, Harry. A minimum of five, and I’m sure that you like one of them more than me by now. Having spent a whole year with them, and very politely ignoring me!” She says, interrupting him when he opens his mouth.

“I wanted to talk to you, and tell you but I couldn’t!” He says, looking ashamed and on edge. She turns around to look at him, and asks, “Why not?”

“We aren’t allowed phones or anything like that in there.” Harry explains as best as he could. She scrunched her face, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “I wanted to talk to you all year long.” He continued.

“I didn’t see you at christmas.” She mumbles and Harry says, “I had the option to stay at Hog- there, and anything’s better than staying here ” She pursues her lips, that did make sense, knowing how terribly he was treated here.

“Okay then.” She says, shortly. Harry beams, he jumps off the bed and walks up to her and asks, hopefully, “Am I forgiven?”

“Yeah…” She mumbles and he hugs her. It was the first time Harry hugged her, she’d always be the one to hug him. She sunk into his embrace then she grabbed his hand, excitedly and led him to her bed. She sat cross legged as she asked, “Okay, now let me all about this boarding school of yours. Don’t leave out any details, oh, and tell me about your friends!”

“Umm…”

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elfy-elf-imagines · 1 year

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Epiphany | Legolas Greenleaf

▹ Pairing: Legolas x Reader

▹ Genre: Comfort and Fluff

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: War was devastating, you'd known that. And in the aftermath of your first battle, Legolas is there to help you through it.

▹ Notes: I'm back to post my annual oneshot. Will I continue the tradition of disappearing for another year?? Who knows. 🙂🙃

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Death has always been more of a concept than a reality to you.

Your closest brush with death had been when your grandfather passed away. Yet even as you stood at his wake, tight lipped and dressed in black, you hadn’t felt a thing. He’d been nothing more than an idea in your mind, a singular notch in your family's tree; someone you’d met once or twice when you were too young to cement it to memory. All around you, people wept as they mourned his loss; speech after speech honoring the life he’d lived. You’re mom offered for you to speak as well, but what could you say? Everything you knew had been secondhand. It was easier to disassociate the life that had been lost.

But that was then.

That had been before you'd been thrown into war and ruin.

Now everything was different, and you hardly recognized your own reflection most days.

It was dizzying, the battlefield you stood in. All was still and quiet as the soldiers gathered their dead. Yet in your mind, phantom images flitted across your eyes, the screams that nearly left you deaf reverberating off the grounds. Listlessly, too stunned to celebrate your survival, you wandered the grounds. Death stung your nostrils, gore and blood staining the grass; these fields would never be quite the same.

All around you, real people lie dead on the floor. They had families that would mourn and friends that would weep for them. It was a realization no amount of training would have prepared you for.

You should’ve run back to the keep and avoided the dead bodies that lifelessly stared into the sky. Vaguely, you were aware that the Fellowship was preparing to ride to meet Saruman and strike him from his silver tower. As a member, you should be with them, but you couldn’t keep from drowning in your own guilt.

Swimming in a sea of dead, what did you do to deserve survival?

It was a thread of thought that was unproductive, yet you couldn’t keep from following it all the same.

As it would, mother nature set the scene for your disparaging rabbit hole. Rain fell from the sky, trying to wash away the horrors of the night. It was useless, the earth would remember, and all flowers would be grown from death.

Your legs went out from under you, knees sinking into the wet ground, soaked in blood and now rain. Blood and gore, you were caked in it, the crimson staining your hands for eternity. The dark terror you constantly staved away since falling into Middle Earth slowly froze your veins. All the things you’d done to fight it back - deep breathing, counting to ten, and stupid, ditzy humor - finally failed you.

The reality of the world around you finally set in.

Eyes wide and brimmed with tears, you stared up at the sky. Unblinking, even as rain fell directly in your eyes, you searched for answers in the clouds but found no answers to satiate the existential dread you couldn’t bury any longer. Sleep deprivation weighed heavily on you, but the adrenaline from the battle kept you wide awake. In the clouds, you searched for an epiphany. Desperate for a glimpse of relief, anything to make sense of the things you’ll see in all future nightmares to come.

But there was nothing in the clouds, nothing in the sun, and nothing in the sky. There were no answers to your impossible questions. So there you stayed in the fields, frozen by a crisis.

You feared you'd be frozen there forever, turned to ice by the cold of your blood. How fragile life was, and how easily it could be snatched away. Would you be next, another body filling another battlefield?

“Y/N?” His voice was quiet but strong enough to be heard over the chaos in your mind. You didn’t turn, not at first, even as you heard the patter of his footsteps approaching. He did it on purpose, you knew, so light on his feet, he didn’t even imprint on snow. But he wanted you to know he was approaching. It caused a flicker of light to fill your eyes before sorrow doused it.

The smell of pine dampened the sting of death; dread was replaced by memories of unsure touches, quiet words, and a bold kiss before the fight that should’ve killed you both. Only then did you turn your eyes from the sky that seemed too blue for this day.

Legolas stood behind you, not nearly as grimy as you surely were. Blood and dirt clung to his clothes, mud smeared on the contours of his face, but his eyes shone as bright as the sky above you. He didn’t speak, though the tilt of his head betrayed the questions and concerns he dared to not speak.

You should be celebrating, you'd both lived to see another day. The budding love between you two wouldn’t be severed by the sharp knife of war, but it was hard to feel joy around so much despair.

Legolas knelt before you, unbothered by the mud soaking through his pants. He reached towards you, taking one of your hands in his. A stark contrast to your cold body, his hands were warm and soft despite the callouses from decades of fighting.

“How do you deal with all this death?” Your eyes portrayed the desperation you felt. Lost at sea, you found an anchor in Legolas’ soothing presence. He grounded your mind to your body as it threatened to slip into the ether. Still, the questions clawed at your mind. “I can’t--" you shook your head. "I don’t understand how to.”

He paused, deeply inhaling as he pondered your words. “I would like to tell you it gets easier with time, and perhaps in a way it does, the sting not as crippling as the first. Yet I would be remiss to placate you with such words. You do not stop feeling grief in the face of so much death, but simply learn how to move through it.”

As if afraid to ruin the moment if you're too loud, you quietly sighed, visibly deflating at his words. You would learn to move past this grief, as you had when you mourned the life on Earth you’d lost. Somewhere deep in your mind you’d already known that, but hearing Legolas verbalize it only cemented the idea.

Your eyes flickered to his lips, remembering the way they’d felt on yours, adrenaline and terror making it desperate and rushed. It had left you dazed and addled like a madman afterward. Not even the impending army was enough to crush the light feeling his touch elicited. You wanted to feel his lips again, without death and an army of orcs looming over your heads.

To feel his lips against yours, with all the time in the world to memorize every curve of his face and inch of his body. But even the relief of evading death wasn’t enough to make you so bold. Uncertainty stayed your hand; doubt that painted the kiss as more meaningful to you than him. That his action was rash and ill-thought, born from the adrenaline of battle.

Yet the look in his eyes made it harder and harder to convince yourself of that.

Legolas glanced down at his other hand, which was closed in a fist, and opened it. Slightly damaged by his tight grip but otherwise untouched, was a wild daisy. It was smaller than daisies found in a garden, with three blooms in various sizes that clung to the stem. So pristine and untarnished, it couldn’t have been found on the fields of Helm’s Deep, at least not recently.

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, an intensity in his eyes that made your mind turn to static.

“I found a cluster of them shortly before we arrived yesterday. I hoped to give them to you then, but never had the chance.” With a quiet voice, his words were only for you to hear. There was a shy grin on his face, not at all bearing the same insecurities you did.

A grin spread onto your face, a tinge of blush coloring your cheeks. The remnants of dread and terror melted away from the radiance of his smile and the intensity in his eyes.

“I’ve never had someone give me flowers before.” Your voice was as breathless as you’d felt. A simple gesture you’d never been on the receiving end of; it helped you feel grounded in your trepidation.

“Then allow me the honor of showering you with them for the rest of eternity.”

His words were bold, his grip on your hand tightening as if to further convey his sincerity. Rendered speechless, you couldn’t have spoken even if you wanted. Legolas had always seemed so shy and reserved in matters of love, but perhaps war brought out the boldness of people. Relief made you as light as a feather, an excitement within you that made you giddy and restless. He cared for you, just as you did him.

A stupid, dumb grin found its way to your face and you nodded, enthusiastically enough it made your headache worse. But no amount of physical pain could dull the glimmer in your eyes.

Legolas returned your smile, brighter than the sun in the sky. There’d never be another gloomy day, not with Legolas by your side. He was bright enough to spark light in the darkest of days, the only sun you’d acknowledge from then on.

He reached his hand toward you, gently setting the flowers behind your ears. His fingers lingered on your face, trailing down your cheeks, up your temples, and back down to cradle your jaw. Tingles were left in the wake of his touch, as your heart threatened to stop, but the electricity his touch rendered kept it beating.

The moments you’d both spent in that position were lost to you, time nothing more than an illusion. Mouth dry with anticipation, your eyes flickered down towards his lips again, subconsciously licking your lips in an attempt to moisten them. His eyes lowered to yours as well, both of you locked in a stalemate.

You couldn't recall who was the cause of it, but the dam was broken, the river water rushing free. Your faces were getting closer by the second. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, his lips feathering across yours. Wide-eyed like a doe, you waited with bated breath.

Legolas shot forward, his other hand finding a place on your face as your arms wound around his neck. In an instant his lips were attached to yours, so intertwined, it was hard to remember where you ended and he began.

Just as you expected, this kiss was much gentler and softer, not sharpened by the fear of death. It was full of relief, screaming over and over again ‘thank god you're alive.’ It sent shivers up and down your spine, body numb to anything that wasn’t his touch.

Legolas pulled back, only an inch or so away from your lips, his nose tickled your face.

“Stay with me, after the quest is complete and we can all do as we please, stay with me.”

It was an easy answer, the simplest thing you’d encountered on this quest. Your hands retracted from his neck to hold his face. He leaned into your touch, like a contented cat.

“Wherever you go I’ll follow.”

If you’d been told the essence of a star had been captured and placed in Legolas as its vessel, you wouldn’t have doubted it for a moment. It sent butterflies through your stomach but also blossomed hope and something worth fighting for. A thousand orcs seemed daunting when only fighting to survive, but those same numbers fade to nothing when you look at him.

War wasn’t fair, and all too often people who didn’t deserve it died. It was ruthless and terrifying and not at all as glorious as you once believed.

But for Legolas… for Legolas, you’d fight the armies of Mordor alone for the promise of staying by his side.

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#legolas imagine #legolas x reader #lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #legolas #legolas oneshot #legolas greenleaf #tolkien #lotr #middle earth imagines #lotr movies #lord of the rings oneshot #lord of the rings #legolas fluff #mirkwood elves #lotr fanfic #lotr elves

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llumimoon · 5 months

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TFW ur shitty dad decides to prank ur whole school to teach you to be more chaotic but instead you just realize how attached you've become to certain people. This is the EAH AU's version of Spring Unsprung!!

Gotta give credit where credit is due, @silverlistenstothings really helped out with this arc !!! So many good Hermie thoughts as always ough <333

We decided this happens like right before the Big Plot Shit happens in the AU and instead of being a festival it's Hermie's Birthday !!! The cursed riddlebook is a gift from Scam that Hermie gives to Scary instead bc he doesn't rlly care about it, which . turns out to be a very bad idea. The curse quickly spreads throughout the school reversing everyone's personalities and causing Normal to try and pretty much end the world.

This arc is Hermie and Taylor focused !!! :D Although it is really fun to think about the reverse teens running rampant NWVEGWHAAHA reverse norm is a little treat for me <3 but reverse Link is SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY . shoutout to this message from @happi-tree bc it's been burned into my memory and I cant stop laughing about it

When it comes to the curse we decided that bonds and skills stay the same but the personalities are inverted, which means reverse Scary being sooo attached and clingy to Hermie is just her personality changing the way she decides to communicate her affection for who she sees as her best friend. Its cute <3

Herm is SUPER on edge due to being incredibly irritated with his dad and feeling insecure about his friendship with Taylor, who's having a bit of a crisis on his own about his feeling about Link. Toss in their shared homesickness for Wonderland, a realm they can't go back to, and Taylor panicking over a gift his mom left him going missing, well it's not good for anyone. How are they gonna figure things out enough to save Ever After from destruction?

(EAH AU is by me, @rindomness & @kaseyskat !!)

Image Description is under the cut

[ID: Image 1: Normal smirking evilly with a hand up to his chin and the other on his hip. His eyes are a light purple and he's saying "Hey." To his right is Scary happily waving while smiling, her eyes similarly a light purple. She's saying "OMG hiiii Herm!! <3"

Image 2: Hermie with a stunned and mad expression on their face and trying to pout tea from a teapot into a teacup but missing the cup by a lot. Their cat ears are turned downward and tucked against their head while their tail behind them is stuck straight up with fur sticking out in all directions. They have a thought bubble that says "I'm gonna KILL my dad." there's text in the bottom left that has an arrow pointing off the canvas and is labeled "Scam giggling off screen."

Image 3: Link doing the fuck boy expression, his eyes half lidded and biting the corner of his lip with a pointed hand on his chin, with his other hand with the thumb tucked into the top of his belt. His eyes are similarly a light purple and he's looking at Taylor. There's text with an arrow pointing at Link that says, "turned into a shitty fuck boi liar because of the curse" To his right stands Taylor who has his arms by his side in a dinosaur like pose and a grossed out and devastated expression on his face. His bunny ears are sticking straight up. There's an arrow pointing to him that says "Fucking Appalled" in all caps.

Image 4: Scary smiling with her eyes closed and hugging Hermie with one of her legs posed upward behind her. Hermie is standing still with their eyes obscured due to the shine of their glasses with a neutral expression on their face and their cat ears turned downward and their tail puffed up and sticking up. To their right stands Taylor with both his hands up to clutch his face and his bunny ears pointed downward. Scary is saying "Haha yaaaay besties forever after!!" with flowers and hearts drawn around her. There is an arrow pointed at her labeled "still cursed". Hermie has a thought bubble that says "MY DAD IS A DICK." and an arrow pointed at them that's labeled "so touch starved". Under that is an arrow pointing at Taylor that is labeled "having a gay crisis" and he is surrounded by question marks. He has a large thought bubble that says "Why am I so jealous that Link is flirting with everybody ohmygod do I have a crush on my best friend forever after holy shit what"

Image 5: Normal looking down with an evil smirk and light purple eyes with his hand out to hold something. Hermie looks up with a frustrated expression on their face and their pupil's sharpened and is clutching Normal's arm as his hand holds Hermie's chin. Normal is saying "Shame you've decided to get in my way kitten, I really did like you. Well whatever. It's not going to matter in a moment, nothing is. You're too late." the word "nothing" is underlined for emphasis.

Image 6: A discord screenshot of 'willy KILLER MAIMER DESTROYER' saying "Link: babe you’re being so fucking silly but hey at least you’re also hot. Wanna kiss maybe. That’s gotta fix you or whatever

Taylor: ???????????????? OK ACTUALLY I FORGOT I WAS GETTING LUNCH WITH HERMIE GOTTA GO under his breath wtf wtf wtf"/end ID]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #cal draws #eah dndads au #normal oak #scary marlowe #hermie unworthy #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #THIS ARC IS SO VERY FUNNY TO ME IM NOT OVER IT LMAOOOOO #i could explain more but the post was getting too long #we've actually created a goofle doc timeline for the events that happen in the au #i gotta organize and add more to it but maybe we'll release that later to explain the plot LMAO #there's some writing going on behind the scenes that im eating upppp hehehehehehe #never recovering from reverse Link jusy being a fuck boi gaslighter it's ridiculously funny to me . Help.#also never recocering from normal calling eah au hermie kitten. points. gay .#Scam is the cheshire cat btw. thats the implication #lmk if i want me to explain all the reverse teens personalities btw . bc i will i thought abt them a lot #described

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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What if..? Part 2(Sully family x reader)

…I was pulled away from the tree and I turned to see my father next to me…he wasn’t smiling like everyone else was, he was having different visions. I began to connect again, I couldn’t talk to Y/n this time…I just was able to just see us….I couldn’t help but be curious as to what real visions my dad would have..he never payed attention to Y/n…what memories did they have?

*Jake’s Vision*

(purple = Y/n’s thoughts) (purple bolded=Y/n talking to Jake in his vision)

*the first part is first person but everything else from His visions are in third person he’s like a ghost! *

He saw Y/n from behind with blood covering her two bulled wounds, huge gashes and sharp pieces of a plane piercing through her body.

“…y-y/n?”

Y/n slowly turned around with tears in her eyes.

“Look at me! Look at what you did to me! What am I now? The dead daughter? The forgotten daughter? The missing daughter?! I’m nothing.”

Jake tried so hard to pull away…get out of the vision…but Y/n had a really tight pull on him.

“You don’t get to just leave! Not this time.”

There was eerie ringing and suddenly Jake was home.

Y/n was rushing in to show her father the glass figure she traded…pure and innocent excitement…

“Dad! Look what I traded a bracelet for-“

…until she slipped on crayons Kiri had left on the floor and the glass broke. Y/n got a small cut on her arm from falling with the glass.

“Y/n! No playing around. Look at the mess you made now.”

Y/n was 5…tears were begging to fall. She didn’t know if it was from the glass or being yelled at by her father. Worst part of Jake’s vision was that he can feel all her pain, her thoughts and the way her fear and discomfort settled in.

“No. No crying Y/n. You have to stop being childish. No crying. That’s another order you’re breaking.”

Y/n’s tiny heart was racing while her hands began to shake and play with the bracelet Y/n refused to trade in for, the bracelet Rey’akana gave her a week after they first started training.

‘Uh oh I did something bad…I didn’t mean to. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s ok! I’m fine!’

Y/n was looking down at her bracelet searching for comfort

‘Maybe Rey’akana will get me another pretty glass figure? I can’t wait to go back to training tomorrow-‘

“You’re a mess Y/n. You’re hair is messy, and your clothes are all wet!”

‘messy? Oh no…I tried to tell mom about my hair…maybe tonight! My clothes were wet from me playing near the river with Rey’akana today….he helped me get beautiful water flowers!’

“I know father, I just saw these pretty flowers at the bottom of the river! Would you like to see-“

“No excuses! You should be clean before you walk into this home.”

Y/n looked everywhere but her fathers eyes she was extremely uncomfortable and her anxiety was running high…she was just trying to be nice to her father.

“You are to stay here for the rest of the day Y/n! First go, Clean yourself up!”

Y/n began rushing to go to her hammock.

Jake watched himself walk out the home as he slowly walked towards the little girl, watching her as she cried. Y/n was pulling on her hair.

‘Stupid hair! Stupid ugly hair! I hate this!’

Jake watched horrified as he felt how the girl was pulling and scratching at her hair so muchthat she was leaving small cuts on her scalp…

“…did you really have to be that mean.”

It went black and…

They were now in tsahik’s hut.

Jake watched Y/n mourn over Rey’akana’s death…as if he was her own father. He saw how she begged him to stay, holding onto him to not leave her alone…mentioning how upsetting her situation with her parents was, something she never liked acknowledging, always looking at the bright side. Rey’akana was the one to comfort her through it all…it didn’t go unnoticed how Tuk had said some words or phrases Rey’akana once said. Jake felt Y/n’s heart burning…her innocence going down with Rey’akana. Y/n stayed with Rey’akana the rest of the night while he was getting cleaned up to be sent to Eywa, no one noticed she was gone…she stayed for his ceremony.

A couple of months later she was taking the small belongs Evung said Rey’akana would have wanted Y/n to have. It took awhile to get the strength to go through Rey’akana’s belongs.

Y/n was walking home with her bag of Rey’akana’s things while it was nearing eclipse…she didn’t realize it would take this long, she was beginning to freak out.

‘I’m going to make it home! It’s ok…’

suddenly y/n had memories of her and Rey’akana going through the forest singing short songs

’We’re going on a bear hunt we’re gonna catch a…big one!’

A unfamiliar Navi about the same age as y/n came out of nowhere and startled Y/n.

“Oh hey! You’re olo'eyktan’s daughter! The other kids and I created a wooden cart do you want to take a look?”

‘They’re trying to trick me. They’re mean…they will lock me up in a wooden box for all I know.’

“Oh well actually…sorry but I have to get home!”

“oh…ok!”

The mischief kids were throwing hand signals to not give up while Y/n was walking away giving an uncomfortable smile before she did.

“We just worked so hard on it … I guess we got excited for you or someone to see it! …but that’s ok! I’m sure your siblings will be really excited about it tomorrow!”

‘My siblings? Maybe they weren’t playing tricks! No one’s ever said that…what if this was super cool.’

“…really?”

“Oh yeah! We couldn’t find them right now but we found you! It’ll take two minutes, you’re probably late to get home already.”

“Ok…I’ll go!” Kids got in their position ready to a take a few hits on Y/n…she was the best warrior in their division and she was younger than them..?! they believed she only got the title because of her ‘privileges’ of being Toruk Makto’s daughter…they were jealous.

The two kids were climbing down a hill towards s certain tree.

“I don’t see anything..?”

The quietness in the forest made Y/n nervous and her anxiety was raising…you can hear it when she spoke and you can see it in her eyes.

“…actually, I’m sorry but I have to go.”

The boy suddenly put Y/n to a stop before calling out the kids that were hidden.

‘I must get out of here. This is scaring me I-I can’t breath. I feel stuck.’

“You’re very strong Y/n.”

“…thanks.”

“Our wooden cart is cool right.?”

Y/n saw a child pull on a broke wooden box.

“…yes. It is! It’s very special!..unfortunately I have to go.” The kids were quick to follow Y/n as she climbed up the steep hill and they tried yanking her down. Y/n kicked their faces and arms as she pulled herself up, running home.

When she did get home she was breathing out hard “Dad! Mom! The-there were these kids they- they tried to-“

“Y/n! You were out after eclipse I don’t care what you have to say. Go to bed!”

“But dad you have to listen to me, they are dan-“

“What’s dangerous is that you’re out there doing Eywa knows what! Stop arguing against me Y/n.”

‘Fine! It’s fine! I just- that was really scary..’

it was indeed not fine..he saw how y/n rushed to her hammock to sleep with Rey’akana’s belongs…the only thing that provided her comfort, she knew it’d all be ok when she slept.

I was almost ambushed and hit by kids older than me…was i really that dangerous?…was I really that bad? So bad that even before the death I witnessed…you still didn’t want me then either.

Now Jake was back in the main area of the village while he saw himself working, Y/n came in the vision jumping around with a small camera norm gave her from the lab.

“Dad! Hey dad! Look at me!” Y/n let out some giggles of excitement, while snapping a picture of her father…her laugh really was beautiful.

‘Oh dad! Always doing work! At least I caught him on a game of hide and seek! I got his reaction!’

“Y/n stop it! Do another round of hide and seek go now!”

‘Oooo another round? How-’

“Go! Now go count!”

Y/n ran in excitement while he father walked away quickly in annoyance….it showed In the photo too.

“…I loved the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone…and now that im gone…am I finally ‘it’…the one who gets to hide?…Eywa hasn’t granted you the wish to find me…”

It went went white…and then you could hear screaming…y/n’s scream and tuk’s screaming…both screams were unforgettable.

a scream from Rey’akana’s death

and…

a scream from Y/n’s death.

“was it really worth it dad..? did you mean what you said when you told me I never faced death…? Did you forget when you slashed glass across my head…?”

It went black once again.

Jake felt blood rushing from his head and how his body gave up…and suddenly it stopped…now he was by Y/n’s hammock.

He watched Y/n while she explained the tape recorder she had hidden for Tuk to always listen to her voice, if Tuk ever missed her…a small camera was also in the box. Y/n really did prepare Tuk for her death.

Jake watched as Y/n and Tuk walked out the home once Y/n had placed the two items back in the hidden spot. Jake instantly ran towards the two items and then he turned around when he heard a painful scream and it went black again.

“you really don’t get it do you?…you don’t get to see me that way…not yet. they won’t allow it…how do you think she’ll react when she finds out your part of my murder…?…my sunshine…you ruined what I protected her from, it’s your fault. I kept your image clean for her…no matter what. You only ruined it for yourself.”

Jake was now watching himself yell at Y/n…he only now begins to realize what exactly he was saying…how his words had unnecessary hatred to the girl who did her best in everything. He then saw the way Tuk defended her after Y/n was passed out from the hit she took. He felt Y/n’s headache from being hit on the head hard and Tuk’s heartache at the thought of death nearing.

“Murder changes everything. When I was alive, I never hated anyone, not even you…but now hate is all that I have for you in the realm in between. I want you cold and broken.”

Jake now watched Y/n as she cries while he is unable to speak, to be the one to comfort her…love her the way she was supposed to be loved during her time on pandora…instead of him being there…it was Rey’akana. He did all the things Jake wished he could do with Y/n…he wished too late.

“I was stupid…I was so stupid….To think he’d actually save me.”

“He does not own you Y/n. You can be set free of him…once Eywa brings you peace and he goes through a journey of his own consequences”

“I should be at peace now…That man took my life! My own father! He left me out there to die.”

“You will see sunshine…in the end you will get your peace.”

“…Y/n Sully. 14. Daughter of Neytiri and Jake sully. Murdered by her own fathers ‘accidental’ intentions.”*

Jake was practically shoved out of his vision. Sweating and breathing heavily…his own visions haunted him.

He realized that Y/n was only a child doing it all on her own. Jake was forced to watch how he treated Y/n during her time here…how could he tell Tuk? …that he was the one who failed Y/n.

Jake slowly turned to the rest of his family…they were smiling at very small and faded memories of Y/n…Tuk had the most colorful side of Y/n. Her smile was so bright…she looked so much like Y/n…acted like her too.

Everyone pulled away immediately talking about Y/n…how they didn’t know how much they knew until now. Jake had to watch while they were all happy to see small memories while Tuk stayed quiet…she was upset….

They don’t deserve to see their memories of Y/n…I know it’s mean but it’s true, maybe it’s because they weren’t as mean or they did spend some time with Y/n and I just didn’t know maybe I was just wrong…but there’s a reason why dad is so quiet…he didn’t have anything with Y/n except bad memories.

Judging by the looks of it…he’d keep his visions on lock down.

We all went to sleep but I was driving myself crazy…what happened that day..? Who failed Y/n?

I woke up slowly bringing my hand to my cheek…I miss Y/n’s kisses. I got up, determined that I will get to the bottom of my sisters death so I finished what was needed and quickly went off to discuss my ideas.

“Ok Neteyam listen to this…one of the young warriors, I forgot his name but I know his face. He appears perfectly normal but he…had a big crush on Y/n! I mean extremely big! What if he didn’t want her with anyone else and was just too scared to confess so he just didn’t help her on the battle field? He saw her trying to leave and just shot her repeatedly…Right? I mean you guys said you didn’t see her hurt that bad!”

Mom comes in the conversation

“That boy, wouldn’t hurt a fly and he wasn’t in the war party that day.”

“I followed him today! He was getting Y/n’s signature beads!”

“…he’s made a gift for our family Tuk!”

“My point is…we need to start working backwards. Start looking at Navi’s with strange connections!”

“…Tuk, This doesn’t change anything”

Tuk still was ignoring her mother, too deep in her emotions while Neteyam just silently listened to his mother try to stop a talkative Tuk…she was driving herself crazy.

“Please will you just stop now Tuk? Will you just stop?! Can’t you just leave it alone!” That being said Neytiri turned around quickly building up tears as she walked out of the home. Jake was getting irritated by the second…hoping Neteyam would take over and Tuk would stop fighting.

“I know you’re been trying to deal with this in your own way Tuk but…mother is not coping very well. She needs someone to help her get through this! Our support.”

“You don’t think I know that Neteyam! This is my way of helping her. If I find out who it was that failed her…it’ll bring peace in knowing who secured Y/n’s death-“

Jake couldn’t hear it anymore. She was getting irritating so…he did what he only knew how to do…he did what he swore he wouldn’t repeat…yell at his child the way he yelled at Y/n.

“Tuk! Shut it! Just be quiet! You need to stop! You’re going to bring your mother down with you. Stop creating these ideas in your head of what went down…she’s dead! It’s over.”

Neteyam was in shock, he looked down at the little girl who was freshly filled with even more adrenaline and he tried to pull her away to calm her down

“Father, it’s ok I will handl-“

“No! It’s ok I will handle this myself! You’re the one who needs to stop dad! I felt sick thinking of the idea that maybe it was you who failed Y/n, I was angry in the moment and it all felt out of place…but now? You’re too quick to push away her death. I don’t know what you did…but you will not, dismiss Y/n’s death like she was nothing.”

Tuk quickly walked away to go enjoy comfortable silence by herself, hiding Y/n’s voice recorder in her bag while Jake ran to connect to the tree of souls…hoping now that since Tuk maybe realized it was him who did wrong by Y/n….Eywa would let happier memories through his visions…even if they weren’t with him.

*Jake’s vision*

The moment of him yelling at Tuk played before him while Y/n began speaking

“…You can live on one moment for a long time father. You could feed off a memory over and over again…but it doesn’t take you long to feel emptiness coming back to you….you just let the need of rage, resentment…rise in you again…do not do this to Tuk.”

Now Jake was in their empty home and he heard small cries come from Y/n as her dad yelled in her face about things he couldn’t hear because Y/n’s present voice echoed over his talking.

“You have finely tuned instincts…You know Tuk is beginning to wonder about how easily you brushed off finding me…and I know you hoped, a small part of you was hoping I wasn’t dead. Yet you told my siblings to stop worrying and that I just ‘need a break’…joking around about how I couldn’t handle war but wanted to be a warrior. Tuk seems intent on crowding you…and you resent it don’t you father..?” *

Then Jake disconnected but it wasn’t because he wanted to…his body did it unintentionally from fear of his own daughters words…

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Huge cliffhanger 🫡 I wanted this part of the story to feel like a nightmare to Jake. Y/n has very deep feelings on the way she was treated and she never got peace…her father won by leaving her to die and practically taking her away super early in life. So in this part Y/n just expresses and shows some parts of how she was treated wrongly by Jake. I hope you guys notice also the little things of mistreatment like the way it was fully ok for Kiri to leave things on the floor! Remember the crayons that were on the floor from Tuk was playing with them during the ‘Once innoncent’ series? Y/n was yelled at for ‘leaving a mess’. Welllll y/n tripped and fell on a ‘mess’ Kiri was allowed to leave! There was some deja vu with the way Y/n was cut on her arm by the glass and She was slashed on the same arm when she died! The whole mini song Y/n was singing on her way home was a nursery rhyme Y/n sang with Tuk in the last series when she was showering Tuk! There are so many parallels in this series and I just loved sharing that with you! Hope you enjoyed! 💕

*p.s I would love to hear your guys thoughts too! I love reading your comments 😊*

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lxkeeeee · 1 year

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「GUNITA」 Scaramouche x GN! Reader —memory, recollection

synopsis: thunder rumbles in the distance, soft pitter patter of rain hitting the cold cement sidewalk, the reflection of the street light can be seen on the puddle forming everywhere. Two strangers sharing an umbrella as they wait for the bus the cold evening winds making them shiver—this specific scene ignites a warmth feeling—a memory perhaps?

genre: Reincarnation Au, fluff with angst if you squint

warnings: curse words, mentions of death and trauma (past life)

Scaramouche groaned in annoyance as he has been waiting underneath the large tree by the street—waiting for the bus, it has been hours since his shift at the cafe ended, the sun had already set hours ago and he can see dark grey clouds starting to form.

“shit, I forgot to bring my umbrella.” he mutters underneath his breath, cursing himself for insisting it wouldn't rain today.

Kazuha had already left awhile ago as both of his moms picked him up, he offered him a ride home but he insisted that he would be fine in just taking the bus and in which the latter respected his wishes and bid him farewell.

He scoffed at the memory, deeply regretting not accepting the offer—he puts on his headphones, taking out his phone and eventually choosing a song—come inside of my heart by IV of SPADES started to play, and shoving his hands and along with his phone into the pocket of his dark black pants. Scaramouche didn't really like listening to romance songs but he just decided to give this song a try since he kept hearing it on social media.

As he stood there, under the night sky filled with dark and thunderous clouds, headphones blasting with music, he's getting more annoyed by the second—He could just call his aunt to pick him up but he prefers not to see the smug look of Nahida that she was right that it was gonna rain and he insisted it would not due to how sunny the morning was.

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder, then another and another.

“unfuckingbelievable.” he grumbles under his breath, “Good thing both my phone and headphones are waterproof.” he mutters to himself as he felt his clothes starting to get wet—his loose white polo shirt starting to have wet stains from the rain, thunder can be heard in the distance.

You gently rearrange the flowers that was displayed on the windows, watering them to their required amount, you passed by the glass door of the shop and you flipped the open sign to closed. You smiled to yourself, proud of the accomplishment you have done for the day.

Your eyes traveled to the numerous plants inside your shop, a warmth feeling in your heart to see them grow so healthy and beautifully. You gently removed your gardening gloves and put them to where you usually store it, a small bead of sweat trailing down at the side of your face—quickly using your arm to wipe them off.

“Alright, it's time to close the shop.” you mutter to yourself.

On Sundays you worked at your very own flowershop and during Mondays until Saturdays you worked at your clinic—specifically a vet and during that time you have workers doing your work at the flowershop and you'll take their shift during late afternoons. You just love growing your own flowers and vegetables and be able to sell them to the people and watch their eyes glint in awe and admiration for something that your very hands grew—it fills your heart with pride and joy.

You grabbed your bag—along with your phone, wallet, umbrella, and keys before eventually closing the shop, your eyes noticing the dark grey clouds forming and eventually seeing soft pitter patter of rain hitting the ground. You smiled softly to yourself, “At least the plants outside can get water.” before opening up your umbrella and began walking towards the bus stop. Their shoes making small taps against the cement sidewalk, their eyes occasionally looking the ripples in the small puddles created by the rain, the street lights casting a shadow over their body as they passed by multiple buildings. Their eyes landed into the big tree where the bus stop sign is at, “They seriously needed to build a small waiting shed there.” they mutter to themselves before their eyes landed into...a person?

They thought to themselves, eyes squinting to get a better view, the person was soaked—their once loose white polo shirt has been completely wet to the point they can see the undershirt underneath it, their hair dripping wet and is that a headphone?

They winced, the person looked like they've been there for awhile now.

You sighed to yourself as you slowly approached the the male with your umbrella in hand.

He didn't seem to notice you, his eyes closed and you can hear the song that was playing on his headphones.

Is he asleep? You thought to yourself, feeling pity for the guy before eventually sharing your umbrella with him, the rain finally stopped hitting the male and started to hit on the soft rubber material of the umbrella.

Your eyes continued to examine the guys features and you would be lying to yourself if you didn't find him attractive.

He has been here for archons how long, he stopped caring that he got wet a few minutes ago, he decided to get lost into the music as the rain continued to pour, some of his dark indigo hair getting into his face.

Alam mo ba kung pano nahulog sayo, naramdaman lang bigla ng puso¹ the singer of the song he was listening to sang, he just got lost into the moment. He got lost in his thoughts when suddenly the soft taps of the rain hitting his body stopped, at first he thought the rain had stopped pouring but he knew it didn't as he could still hear the tapping of raindrops hitting something rubber?

He opened his left eye and his soft indigo eyes finally seeing a person standing next to him sharing their umbrella.

Usually he would grumble in annoyance or perhaps curse at the person if a stranger did this but surprisingly he did not, his eyes scanning the feature of the person next to him—finding familiarity in those [e/c] eyes of theirs and how they looked at him in concern and for a brief moment he felt warm despite the wet and cold shirt he was wearing that disgustingly stick into his skin.

He wanted to know that the stranger knew that he acknowledged their presence, “Thank you.” he softly mutters, briefly surprised by himself before eventually managing his cool.

You nodded at him as you continue to hold the umbrella between the two of you.

Isayaw mo ako, (Trans: dance with me,)

Sa gitna ng ulan mahal ko, (in the middle of the rain my love,)

Kapalit man nito'y buhay ko, (in exchange for my life,)

Gagawin ang lahat para sayo, (I would do everything for you,)

Alam kong mahal mo na rin ako. (I know that you loved me too.)

There was oddly familiarity in this scene and unknowingly both of you knew that, de ja vu perhaps?

Both of you stood so close to each to share a single umbrella, his cold wet sleeves against their own dry ones, he mutters a soft “Sorry for that.” and they just replied with “Don't worry about it.”

Scaramouche just nodded before he felt himself slowly get lost into the music again and [y/n] noticed and they just smiled, “I'll tell you when the bus comes.” and Scaramouche just nodded.

As he closed his eyes, a memory flashed into his mind.

“Archons it's starting to rain.” a familiar person says and he just rolled his eyes as he noticed their glinting [e/c] eyes staring at his hat.

“No [y/n] sweetheart, I am not going to share my hat.” he scoffed and they just whined as small pear shaped items started to form as the rain hit the green jewelry on their hip.

“Please, please, pleasee I'm starting to create bloom reactions and it doesn't hurt much but it's pretty annoying.” they whined and the harbinger just rolled their eyes, “Ugh this bitch, you're lucky I love you.” he mutters in annoyance as he urges the other to shelter under his large hat.

“I love you too, Kunikuzushi.”

His eyes snapped wide open, as his soft indigo eyes immediately landed on to the stranger next to him their hand typing away on their phone and the other holding the umbrella. He can recall that both the person in his memory and the one outside his mind are the same person. He can feel his heart thumped loudly against his ribcage.

Your eyes left your screen—[e/c] eyes against soft indigo ones.

The male can feel his mouth drying as he felt a certain longing for you, his heart arched unexplainably. Why is he reacting like this to you? A mere stranger sharing their umbrella to him.

Despite the words he just said on his mind, he knew that somehow and someway both of you knew each other, both of you were connected with one another.

He wants to say something but they might think he just lost his sanity while waiting for the bus for god knows how long and speaking of bus where the fuck is it? It's been like 2 hours already—it was actually just almost an hour.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked as you noticed the male staring at you for some time now, you didn't mind it though—actually you do mind because who wouldn't mind if an extremely attractive person was staring at you? But despite that, he somehow looks familiar, you feel your heart tugging it's strings telling you something. The way it ached as you admired his features, everything about him look so familiar as if you've met him years ago.

Archons your voice is so smooth, he noted. He swallowed the lump in his throat and you noticed how his adams apple bobbed up and down. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. I just thought that you kind of looked familiar despite just meeting for the first time.” he says, voice hoarse as he felt his heart thumped very loudly against his chest. “Sorry, I know it's weird but why do I have a feeling that I somehow knew you?”

Oh great and late barbatos, this man is so fine, you thought to your head before giving the man with a soft smile. “No worries, I get it. I've been getting that feeling when I saw you too. Like I've known you for awhile now.”

Scaramouche smiled, accidentally surprising himself the second time during that day, “My name is Kunikuzushi but usually I go by Scaramouche.” he introduces himself and you nodded, heart thumping as you heard his name—it sounds so familiar, a certain longing in your heart, an urge to just embrace him but you shook away those thoughts as you opt to smile at him, “It is a pleasure to meet you Scaramouche, my name is [y/n].”

Scaramouche's eyes widen when you said your name, warmth enveloping his body, heart thumping wildly against his ribcage. Hearing you say your own name brought so many emotions in him. He wants to hold you and never let you go again. He felt like he had lost you before but now he found you once more.

“It is also a pleasure to meet you [y/n].” he softly says and they nodded, his soft indigo eyes landed on their hand that was holding the umbrella. “Would you like it if I hold the umbrella?” he asked and the other just shake their head, “It's fine, I can handle it.” they say and Scaramouche shook his head, “Please let me, it's the least I could do.” and [y/n] sighs before gently giving the male the umbrella they were holding. Scaramouche held the umbrella and made sure both of them didn't get wet from the rain, the winds making both of them shiver. In the corner of his eye he can see the other typed away on their phone—he just looked away to respect their privacy.

A few minutes have passed and still no sign of the bus arriving.

“My friend is about to pick me up in a few minutes, do you like it if you want to hitch a ride with us?” the other spoke softly, there's just something about the two of them under the rain sharing an umbrella that feels intimate or maybe Scaramouche is going insane.

He shakes his, “Thank you for the kind offer but I prefer not to wet your friend's car seat.” he says as he gestures to his really wet clothes. The other just looked at him in guilt, “Sorry, I forgot.” they say and he chuckles, “Fret not, I can wait a few more minutes and if push comes to shove I'm gonna ask my friends to pick me up.” he says and the other just nodded, “If so, please take my umbrella. I don't want you to stay underneath the rain. It might make you sick.” they say.

“Thank you, I'll return it to you. May I perhaps ask for your number so I can schedule when I could return it and also perhaps if you want to get dinner sometime?” he asks, uncharacteristically hopeful for a mere thing as a phone number but fuck it.

Scaramouche noticed how the other's face turned a shade of red underneath the street light and he silently chuckles, not knowing with his own blush coated cheeks.

The other nodded and their hand immediately scrambled to their pockets to look for your wallet—your long and slender hands found it and began to look for a specific card.

“Aha!” you cheered softly and Scaramouche could just chuckle at your excited self, he watched as you handed him a card, his eyes scanned the letters—and it was a business card, filled with your name, number, email, social media and shop address.

He smiled before taking out his phone—you watched him type your number and see him typed and sent a message to it. Your phone dinged, you opened to see an unfamiliar number.

09×××××××××: hey, this is scaramouche.

You quickly saved it and gave the male a smile. “Let's go out for dinner next time.” you winked and it made the other blush lightly and you chuckled despite the loud beating of your heart and the warmth of your cheeks.

Somewhere around the the distance you noticed a familiar car approaching where both of you stood.

“It seems my ride is here, are you really sure don't want to give you a ride?” You asks and the other just nodded, “Yeah, I think I'll be fine.”

The car halted on where you stood and the car window slid down and to reveal a familiar Funeral Parlor Director.

“Yoohoo! What a bunch of wet kittens you two are.” the brown haired female said and you rolled your eyes at her, “Hey, Hu.” you greeted and the other just wink, “Hey,hey!” before closing the window again and the click of the car door can be heard.

You turned to look at Scaramouche, “Text me once you get home okay? And please be safe.” You say not really wanting to leave him alone in the rain.

The other just smiled, “Same as you, do text me if you got home safe.” and you nodded.

Scaramouche carefully guided you towards the car door, making sure you didn't get wet, you waved goodbye to him and he let a small wave in return.

His soft indigo eyes watched the figure of the car slowly disappears into the distance.

A few minutes later a soon saw a bus approaching where he stood and mutters underneath his breath, fucking finally.

Scaramouche was annoyed it took a goddamn sweet time to get here but it was eased up since he got to meet you.

He closed the umbrella before he boarded the bus, the conductor just giving him a side eye and he just deadpans before choosing a seat at the back.

He mindlessly scrolled through his social media before a ding can be heard and a notification appeared at the top of his screen.

[y/n] : I got home safely, how about you? Are you still waiting for the bus?

Scaramouche smiled before typing a reply.

[Scaramouche]: don't worry, the bus arrived a few minutes you guys left.

He typed and sent and another ding can be heard a few seconds later.

[y/n] : thank archons, please get home safe<3

Seeing the heart symbol made his flutter, he shook his head before typing his reply.

[Scaramouche] : I will, don't worry. I'll talk to you later<3

He typed and sent and another ding can be heard.

[y/n] : alright! Travel safe. See you later!

Scaramouche smiled before turning off his phone as he continues to listen to some music.

a/n: omg I'm so proud of this oneeee, I might make it into mini series of what the two would usually do when they hung outtt and I might try making it into a smau a little bittt. But anyways there's probably another part for this. THIS HAS BEEN BASED OFF ON SOMEONES IDEA [the one tagged]

tags: @baelloraa

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purrplegyuu · 5 months

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Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter three

Warnings: unhappiness, slightly angst, soft beomgyu, abusive mother, swearing. omg the softest chapter eveeer

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

I don't know why is it soooo soft, I don't like it ughhh. Like this is a dark story. Anyways, the following chapters are gonna be waaaay darker (i mean i hope). I kinda like soft Beommie tho...

Let me know if you find any kind of mistake, i'm not a native speaker and this helps me so so so much ^_^

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I’m not happy. I know that. I know I will never go to school with a bright smile on my face like Jiwoo, because unlike her, I don’t have anything that makes me enjoy sitting on an uncomfortable chair for hours, looking at the professors as if I am paying attention, and talk kindly to my classmates as if I don’t hate them so much.

I even started to believe happiness is a vile lie American series have shown to us.

However, lately, these bad feelings have been increasing. And dad knows that.

That’s why he came home early on a saturday night and announced that we were going on vacation to that pretty house on a lake that his mother left him as an inheritance.

“You okay guys?” He asks while driving, looking at me through the mirror. I smile slightly at him, nodding. “Gyu, I heard you got really good grades again. Bet your mother is really really proud” Beomgyu looks at him back, quiet, and totally ignores him.

The awkward aura all over the car now, as dad looks at Beomgyu’s mother, scared of making his relationship even worse. He has tried thousands of ways to get along with Beomgyu, but the boy sitting by my side never really cared.

Once we arrive, dad gets out of his car, stretching his back. I look at Beomgyu. He really hates my father. At least that’s what it looks like—he gets even darker when our parents are close to him, doesn’t even smirk at any kind of jokes and doesn’t say a single word until they are far away again.

But today, he looks even more dark than usual, which makes me feel a bit scared.

I get out of the car when he does. I see his mother running towards my dad in order to enter the house with him.

We both stand in front of the house quietly, looking at the way our parents play like kids with their luggage as they take it in the house. They really look like a young couple. However, I find it a bit weird, but I guess it is just because I never liked her.

I look around. There are so many memories from my childhood—the garden full of flowers I planted when I was five, the rustic oven I used to make pizza in when I was eight, the lake where I learned how to swim when I was nine. But everything looks just too old and dirty—it’s been seven years since the last time we came here, it’s been seven years since the last time I enjoyed being in such a place… it’s been seven years since I last saw her.

I walk through the trees until I have reached a certain place. A small dock made of old wood, mouldy and poorly stable. Hundreds of drawings all over one of the wood tiles—’Jeongseo’ on top of everything, followed by ‘Namhyuk’ and ‘Dami’.

I really miss those times.

By 6 p. m., dad calls me to the big dock in front of our house.

“Gaeum, honey, could you please go get the meat?” Beomgyu’s mom smiles at him, and makes a disgusted face when she turns around. Dad’s on the white boat his father used to drive right before dying three years ago. Everything I can think about when I see it, is him swearing he will never use it again because it was his dad’s, not his.

“We’re taking Luna on an expedition” he says. I can see the happiness on his face. Luna is the name grandpa gave his boat. “Remember when we used to go to the other side of the lake?” I nod. “Well, we are going to go there to take the dinner tonight” a big smile on his face makes me force myself to smile although I’m not happy or excited.

“I will go get a sweater”

When I get in the house, I don’t see Gaeum in the kitchen, which I found a bit weird, but don’t really pay attention to it. I go to my room, take a pink sweater and try it on in front of the mirror. I’m wearing a long-sleeved dark shirt which is supposed to cover me up enough to make me feel warm, however, the short jean skirt makes it hard for me to get warm. Even with a big coat, and in the house, I’m trembling.

However, I get out of my room, holding a white blanket, and stop walking when I hear some noises in Beomgyu’s room. The door is closed, so I cannot see anything, but I don’t also see any light under the door, even though it’s 6:30 p. m., and it’s very dark already.

“Don’t be fucking dumb” Gaeum’s voice sounding so different—meaner, unlike her usual fake sweet voice tone. “Could you please think a bit? Ha, you’re almost an adult, why would I have to ask you to not be so dumb?” The door of my room closes strongly due to the air running through my open window, which makes me jump, touching my chest. No more sounds in the room makes me feel scared someone can catch me, so I walk back to the door.

Gaeum gets out of Beomgyu’s room, and I look at her, trying to look as natural as possible, holding tightly my blanket, faking a blank face to her like I didn’t hear anything.

“What?” I ask when she keeps looking at me. I even impress myself with my almost perfect acting.

“Are you ready? I’m asking Beomgyu if he is also ready” I look in his room. He’s not visible from outside, so I just nod to her, going down once again.

Some minutes after that, Gaeum gets on the boat, giving dad the things he asked for and his coat. Beomgyu walks behind her, blank face as always, and doesn’t look at dad, just gets in the boat and sits by my side.

Dad knows perfectly how to drive the boat, so he does it while we all try to warm ourselves with our coats.

The place we and Beomgyu are sitting is lower than the place our parents are at, so they can’t see us unless they go down.

That’s why he puts his hand on my thigh, caressing it as we’re alone over there. I look at him, looking at the lake deeply. His soft hair moving with the air, his face even prettier than ever, flawless skin, and some red marks on his cheeks like he has just cried.

“You don’t seem that happy” he says, still looking at the lake.

“I never look happy” I say, jokingly. Spending so much time with Jiwoo has started to affect me. But he doesn’t laugh. The silence makes me want to be sincere with him. Guess he has this effect on me. “I don’t really like here” He turns around to look at me, almost surprised at my words. It’s a pretty and almost paradisiacal place. Why wouldn’t I like it? “Everything I can think about when I’m here is her… the last time I saw mom”

We stay silent for a few minutes, weirdly enjoying each other’s company.

Then, he talks once again. “I know you listened” his husky voice should make me feel scared, however, his hands touching me so softly, his head against mine, his arm around me, his body warming me up… I can’t be scared even if he says he will kill me after that. And I wonder if that kind of scenes are the reason I love him so much even when he treats me so wrong most of the time. Maybe I don’t love him, maybe I just love the way he treats me so wrong, but sometimes, he acts like he loves me back.

I don’t try to deny it. He knows me well. The voice tone he used isn’t even doubtful. He knows I listened.

“Don’t want to know why was she so mad?” Weirdly, everytime he doesn’t use pet names, it’s just because he’s treating me well.

I look at him quietly. I find it a bit acted the way he fakes peace, like it doesn’t really bother him. His eyes a bit red, like his nose and cheeks.

“She found out I’m fucking someone” He flashes a bit more than usual. “, and scolded me for not using condom” His eyes shiny, and can feel like he’s being forced or something like that. However, I don’t say anything.

I never say anything.

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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Awake My Soul • 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 3.5k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first started their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Canon level violence, gets pretty gruesome (it's a zombie fic lol), vague mentions of torture, Bucky is angy.

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It was raining.

Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, a flash of a memory brought you back to the days when you could sit by an open window, inhaling the smells from outside made that much sweeter by the rain. The pine scent from the evergreens that surrounded your home was sharper, the aromas from the flower garden just below you wafted upwards, making your bedroom smell like lilacs.

If you were lucky, your mom would have made hot chocolate, walking it over to you and sitting beside you within the alcove in your room, the two of you watching the rain in silence, allowing the sounds of droplets create a symphony with the different surfaces it fell upon.

But that was just a memory. A time when you could simply observe the weather and appreciate it with very little thought.

Now, every minute shift in your environment was a potential hindrance to your survival.

Rain was no longer just rain.

It was a sound you could hide behind, a substance that could wash away your footprints.

It was a lubricant that made climbing more difficult, a resistance added to your steps as you trudged through the thick mud.

Still, even as you sat atop an oak tree, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement, the faint taste of chocolate lingered on your tongue.

Five years of this desolate life, and still those happy memories managed to poke through.

The snap of a twig caused your head to whip over to your right, eyes narrowing as you tried to focus through the wall of raindrops to the brush below.

It took a few seconds, but then you saw them.

There were three. Two adults and one kid, dragging their deteriorating bodies along. The rainfall was loud enough to create a reprieve for you from the horrific moaning sounds that continuously fell from their skeletal mouths.

Zombies.

You shifted on the branch ever so slightly to hide from them. Their gazes remained downward as they slowly walked down the wooded path, and you were grateful for the fact that you had just applied a fresh layer of moss to your skin.

They were twenty feet ahead of you now, gaze still focused on a nonexistent destination.

Just a few more minutes and they would be gone, and then you could continue moving.

It still wasn’t safe yet. You needed to put more distance between you and them.

Not that any amount of distance would ever make you feel safe. Not from the people who terrified you more than any undead creature could.

“I will always find you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing your breathing to remain steady.

Just when they stepped out of sight, another twig snapped.

Right below you.

Your head shot down, hand tightening around the hilt of your handaxe ready to strike.

But then your eyes widened, your mouth dropped open, and your heart stopped as you saw the source of the sound.

Kids. Two boys.

Alive.

They looked up at you, hands gripping the bark of the tree in panic.

The younger boy let out a small whimper, and you nearly jumped the 20 feet down from your spot to clamp your palm over his mouth, but it was too late.

You looked back ahead, and sure enough, there they were, bodies hobbling to what they hoped was their next meal.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, releasing your hold from the handaxe and grabbing the branch below.

The boys jumped back as you landed onto the muddy surface, their arms now grasping one another instead of the trees. The younger one looked like he was on the verge of sobbing and you slowly raised your pointer finger to your lips.

The older boy nodded in understanding, covering the younger one’s mouth.

You closed your eyes, hands moving to your side as you held onto the hilts of both axes, taking a long, deep breath as you forced your ears to block out the rain and listen for the terrifying groaning that approached.

On the exhale, your eyes shot open and you turned to run at them.

You went for the adult on your right first, lodging one ax into their neck and spinning behind them to gain momentum to pull it out as your other ax landed on the top of the kid's skull. The second adult barely had time to turn their neck before your blade was lodged inside its cheek.

They were on the ground, unmoving as you panted, securing the weapons to your sides once more.

Then, you returned your attention back to the boys, who had stepped away from the tree, staring at you.

The older one opened his mouth to speak but you shook your head, finger going back to your lips and his mouth clamped shut.

You walked back to them, grabbing them both by the shoulder and ushering them back to behind the tree.

After stepping back to do a quick scan of the perimeter, you looked back, face inches from theirs.

“Are you hurt?” They shook their heads. “Have you…have you been bitten?”

Their eyes widened as the head shaking grew more frantic. Then, they rolled up their sleeves and pulled the collars of their shirts, proving that there were no marks on their skin.

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Are you alone? Do you have people watching over you?”

The younger one’s bottom lip trembled as the older one whispered out, “We lost Momma and Bucky a few hours ago. There was a raid and we got separated.”

Fuck, you thought instead of saying out loud. “Do you have any idea where you last saw them?”

They shook their heads again.

Finally, the younger one was no longer able to contain himself as he quietly sobbed out, “Will you help us find Momma?”

You bit the bottom of your lip. It had been years since you had been part of a crew, when a betrayal put a target on your back and put you in a prison that made you desperate to escape to where the undead lurked.

Since you had finally managed to break free weeks ago, you’d been on your own. You preferred it that way. It was easier to be alone.

Less people to worry about, less people to worry for.

It was that mindset that had you considering saying to the boys good luck and goodbye. Maybe if you gave them a spare blade they could stand a chance until someone alive might find them.

But then you saw the wetness on the young one’s cheek switch from rainwater to tears, and your body sagged in defeat.

“Yeah. I’ll get you to your mom.”

Overcome with emotion, the young one jumped forward, wrapping his arm around your middle. You froze, unsure what to do at first, and then your hands rested on his head and his shoulder in some semblance of a comforting gesture.

“I’m Cass,” the older boy said. “This is my brother AJ.”

You nodded. “Cass. AJ. I’m Y/n.” Pulling back you rubbed AJ’s head with a small side-smile, and you were surprised how much your heart swelled when he smiled back.

That’s when you realized you were going to do anything and everything these two kids asked of you. “So, which way did your momma-”

Your words died in your throat as your ears picked up a sound nearby.

Lifeless, dragging moans.

A lot of them.

More walkers, headed in your direction.

You looked to the wide-eyed faces of the boys, grabbing their hands and pulling them along. “Come on, and be quiet,” you whispered.

You started jogging to the right, careful to make sure the pads of your feet landed on the ground as quietly as possible, eyes scanning the area for any type of landmark you could hide in.

The moans grew softer and softer as you ran, and you felt a pit in your stomach start to diminish. They couldn’t catch up, meaning they didn’t have a fast one in their pack.

Those ones could have reached you easily, especially at the slowed pace with the boys.

Finally, about half a mile later, you noticed a large cliff with different jagged rocks sticking out, and some were structured together in a way that looked like they were caves.

It wasn’t awesome, but it would have to do. You could feel the boys starting to drag.

Once you reached the base of the rocks, you linked your fingers together and lowered them, gesturing to Cass to step on and climb up. Once he reached a flat point, you did the same for AJ, and Cass grabbed his younger brother’s arm to help him make it all the way up.

You turned your head, listening for any signs of approaching zombies. It was quiet, but you didn’t want to test your luck.

With that, you hoisted yourself up the rock to Cass and AJ. Now that you were higher up, you noticed some deep crevasses further ahead and climbed over to hide within one of them.

The three of you huddle down, your arms wrapped around them while they clung to you, their breath shaky, tears streaming down their faces.

You wanted to tell them it was okay, that they were fine. But you couldn’t. You needed to keep quiet in case those walkers caught up.

Also, you didn’t actually know if you were okay.

After thirty minutes or so without hearing anything, you deemed the area safe, slowly moving up to stand, gesturing to the boys to stay where they were while you inspected your surroundings.

The rain had stopped, making it easier to listen for any alarming sounds, which you couldn’t detect. You looked up to the sky, now cloudless, noticing that the sun was starting to set. It would be dark soon.

You thought for a moment. It was possible that you could continue on and cover more ground, and maybe you could find Cass and AJ’s camp before nightfall.

Or, you had run in the completely opposite direction and this might be the only semi-safe space you would find today.

If it had just been you, you would have gone with the more reckless option.

But now you had two small humans to look after.

With that, you walked back to the boys and told them you were going to camp out here for the night and head out first thing tomorrow. They both nodded, but you caught AJ’s bottom lip tremble.

The kid can’t be older than eight, you thought, heart breaking. Unable to control yourself, you stepped forward, pulling them both in for a hug.

“I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe. I’ll get you back to your momma, okay?”

You felt them nod against your shoulders.

After a few moments, you pulled away and grabbed your bag, taking out the thin blanket you kept packed in there and wrapping it around them.

“Stay here,” you told them, zipping up the bag and putting it around your shoulders. “I’m going to try to find us some food. Cass, I’m putting you in charge until I get back.”

Cass’s chest puffed up, and he bobbed his head up and down. You gave them a reassuring smile before making your descent back to the ground.

It had been a while since you had traveled with anyone, and it surprised you how quickly you felt overwhelming worry and dread for the boys the further you got from them. You hoped this would be a quick trip and you could find some consumable mushrooms or a squirrel.

In the end, you settled for a pocket full of berries you deemed safe to eat. Luckily, you had left your canteen open while hiding in the tree earlier during the rain, so you had enough water to get you through tomorrow at least.

It was almost pitch black by the time you returned to the rock wall, and you smiled as you let out a sigh of relief knowing you were soon going to be reunited with your young companions.

Just as you raised your right hand against the hard surface to begin climbing, you heard an almost imperceptible shuffling sound behind you. Before you could turn around to see what it was, something had grabbed onto your wrist, pulling it down and shoving your body against the rock.

You let out a soft oof from the impact, using all of your strength to try to get out of this hold, but the arm against your back was immovable.

Hot air brushed against your ear as you heard a gruff, venomous voice whisper, “Where are they?”

“Who the fuck are you?” you whispered back, still trying to break out of the man’s grip.

Suddenly, you were spinning, and then your back was slamming against the hard surface.

And you were face to face with your attacker.

Years of surviving outside made it so that your eyes could see just as well in the darkness as it could in the light, and you were able to make out the giant man who towered over you.

His hair was cropped short, unkempt scruff covering his face. His right hand held a dagger up against your throat as his bottom lip curled up in a snarl.

You looked to his left, and noticed the sleeve to his blue henley was cut and sewn together at the shoulder.

There was no arm to require the extra fabric, apparently. Not that he needed any extra strength to hold you in place.

“I’m not gonna ask again,” he said, his breath now hitting your cheeks. “Where. Are. They.”

“They’re here! I got them!” another voice called quietly from above you. The man’s eyes shot up from yours and you both looked to see a woman peering over the edge of the rock, Cass and AJ on either side of her.

“Don’t hurt her Bucky!” AJ cried out, and the woman covered his mouth to shush him.

“She saved us from a pack of walkers earlier and was trying to bring us home!” Cass whisper-yelled in agreement.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, and his venomous gaze met yours. “We can’t trust outsiders,” he said, loudly enough for Cass to hear but you knew the message was aimed toward you.

“Buck, settle down,” the boys’ mom chastised, her tone filled with relief. “They’re here and they’re safe. Let’s just go home.”

AJ wiggled out of his mom’s hold. “Y/n is coming with us, right?” he begged.

Bucky shook his head, opening his mouth to say something but you spoke first.

“AJ, I think it’s best for you and Cass to go back with your mom and Bucky,” you said, narrowing your eyes at the man who had reinvented the term of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

“No,” AJ wailed, now beginning to sob. “You have to come with us! We need to keep you safe!”

Your heart broke into a million pieces, but you refused to let Bucky see tears well in your eyes. However, you could have sworn that you caught his murderous expression soften for a fraction of a second at AJ’s distress.

“She’s good, Bucky,” Cass said, and you were amazed at how adult the young boy sounded in this moment. “She risked her life to save us when she didn’t need to.”

Silence.

Then, “Y/n?” the woman from above called out and you looked up, feeling the blade scrape against your throat. “We have a small camp. It’s well-protected, with a lot of good people who are willing to risk their lives for one another. It’s hard for us to trust newcomers to invite them to stay, but-”

“Sarah, don’t,” Bucky bit out.

“-But you saved my boys, and I don’t know what else I can do to thank you but offer whatever protection we can provide. As long as you’re willing to do the same for us.”

You looked back down at Bucky, who was shaking his head, eyes pleading.

The more his composure was breaking, the more you were able to see behind those eyes. And suddenly, the large, pissed off man before you was just a scared boy.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as terrified.

It would be the right thing to do, to say no. To stay on your own and continue running from the living demons that refused to stop hunting you down. Setting roots anywhere meant that you were not only putting a target on your back, but theirs. It would be selfish to expose these people to the dangers that went beyond the undead.

You couldn’t let them find you or anyone else.

But…

“Please, Y/n,” AJ begged. “You have to stay with us. Please.”

It had been so long since you were wanted. Since someone cared about you. Not your body, not the blood flowing through your veins.

Just. You.

“That depends,” you said. “Does staying with you mean this beefcake is going to keep a blade on me at all times? Or will I be able to, like, eat, sleep, and pee without risking getting my neck sliced open.”

The boys let out soft giggles and Bucky’s eyes widened with shock before narrowing. Were the corners of his mouth twitching?

“Bucky,” Sarah said, “Let her go. She’s fine.”

He stared at you for a few seconds, unmoving, and you set your jaw, raising your chin in defiance.

With one last shake of his head, he loosened his grip, stepping back from you. You rubbed a hand over your neck.

“We’re too far from camp to get there safely in the dark,” Sarah said. “This spot looks safe enough to stay until dawn.”

“I scavenged some berries that y’all are welcome to,” you said, glaring at Bucky when he scoffed.

“That’s great, thank you, Y/n,” Sarah said, then ushered the boys back to your little camp above.

You were about to start your ascent back up when Bucky grabbed your arm, spinning you around until you faced him, the two of you only inches apart.

Instead of feeling fear or anger, you felt heat.

��If you do anything, anything,” he threatened between clenched teeth, “To put one of them in danger, you’ll be wishing one of them flesheaters got their hands on you first.”

He was so close, so close to you, and yet some insane part of you felt the urge to move closer. It must have been your insanity that made you hallucinate his eyes flashing to your lips for a millisecond before meeting yours once again.

But then, thankfully, your wits returned and you smirked.

“Save your threats for those who are actually trying to kill you, beefcake.” He scowled at the pet name you had apparently given him. “As intimidating as I may seem, there’s much scarier shit out there. Scarier than you, so excuse me for not falling victim to your threats. You don’t scare me, you just annoy me.”

Then, Bucky did the one thing you never expected.

He laughed. A low, grizzly chuckle that vibrated the parts of your body connected to his, then he clicked his tongue as he pulled away from you, moving toward the rock wall.

Though the man before you had done literally nothing to earn your sympathy, realization of his missing arm caused you to feel an unshakable urge to offer to help him climb up the wall.

Before you could say anything, Bucky reached down to his right hip, pulling out a small metal grappling hook attached to a thick piece of rope.

You watched him toss the hook up the cliff to where Sarah and the boys were, pulling it taught to make sure it was secure.

Then, he placed his right foot against the rock, turning back to you with a grin.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he said, the sweetness in his voice coated with disdain. Then, he turned back around and began to seamlessly climb the rope.

You watched him in awe, eyes glued to his back muscles as they carried his body up.

It was then that you realized you were alone at the bottom of the cliff. You turned to look over your shoulder into the unending forest.

You could run, you thought to yourself, hand moving up to your stomach, rubbing over the indentations. You could try to get as far away from them as possible. It would be a kindness.

But then you looked back to Bucky, who had made it up the cliff, and was now leaning down, his right arm extended down to you.

He raised his eyebrows questioningly, as if able to sense all of the doubt running through your mind, as if expecting you to run.

It may be a kindness to leave these people be, but it would be a crime to prove Bucky right.

So with that, you reached up the rock wall and grabbed his hand.

Chapter 2

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running2reanimation · 1 year

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Mourning

Funerals and flowers.

It was grey and windy the day they buried her. There wasn’t really a funeral, Purple couldn’t really afford it. But at least he could afford her a place in the ground. A place to be mourned. A place to bring flowers to.

There wasn’t really a lot of people there, a few other mourners at other graves but it was really only him, one of his mother’s nurses, and the grave digger. Hiring a priest for this would have been silly - his mom had never been religious.

He half expected his father to turn up, maybe they could catch up and talk. Maybe he would have somewhere to go that wasn’t the old dingy, hauntingly empty apartment.

But no, the stick didn’t show his face. Maybe he lived too far away to get the paper Purple published the obituary in. Maybe he just didn’t care. Maybe he didn’t read the newspaper at all, though Purple could have sworn he had faint memories of sitting on his father’s knee while he’d read the paper.

The wind blew petals off the trees and bushes, they were everywhere. His mom would have thought this was a lovely day to be buried.

A hand touched his shoulder. Oh right, he wasn’t completely alone. His mother’s nurse from her hospital stay was here and she had something to say.

But try as he might to focus on what wisdom, or sympathies or whatever they were saying it just sounded so muffled to him, like they were trying to talk to him underwater (which made sense because he felt like he was drowning) so he just nodded, “Thanks for coming.”

They offered him a wet smile and patted his arm again as the last of the dirt was laid on top of her. Then they left along with the grave digger. He was alone.

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Gold’s funeral was sunny and packed. The whole town turned out just to say goodbye. And gossip about it.

How strange. How tragic.

The coffin’s empty. There’s no body to bury.

But the grave, which was originally going to be King’s own grave, is next to Gold’s mother’s.

There are speeches. The neighbours speak fondly of his bright, shining boy and the mischief he used to get into. The people he helped. Good as gold, that one. Gone too soon.

But King isn’t there, with everyone mourning as they pat his hand, or his back. He faintly mumbled, “Thank you for coming.”

He’s still back there, with the alarms blaring, a pane of glass between him and his son. If the glass would just break he could reach out and touch him. Reach out and save him.

But the glass won’t break and his son is gone.

And so is everyone else. It’s dark and he’s still standing there. Alone.

#ava #avm #alan becker #avm purple #avm king #avm king mango #avm mt #avm mango #avm king orange

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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A very Sanuso Christmas #2

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Past Christmases, future gifts"

Sanji and Usopp aren't fond of Christmas at first. It's nothing against the holiday, really, it's just a bit personal for both so they don't bring it up when Nami and Franky go all the way to make it the best Christmas they've ever had, now that they can spend one together. They had things planned for Christmas two years prior but... Sabaody things happened.

The Vinsmokes didn't celebrate Christmas. Well, they did, just in their own fucked up way in which presents are new updates for their core system or weapons or, y'know, selfish and messed up stuff Sanji refuses to remember. It was the time of the year in which Judge gave the siblings one single thing they wanted the most. Sanji never got anything because Judge always said he had to earn it first. But he didn't care (liar). It wasn't like Christmas was a thing between them. He always ended up beaten up and bruised like any other day... Just a bit worse, since his brothers were in a very excited mood... However, Sanji still has good memories of it. His holidays were spending the night with his mother at the hospital, counting stars, and gifting her his (pretty much burnt) cakes and sweets. She always managed to get one of the people from the staff to bring her cookbooks or new cooking supplies because it was the only thing she could do from where she was. And it wasn't the best, but for little Sanji? Those books were his whole world. So Christmas wasn't that bad. He loved his mom and her simple smiles were the best gift he could ask for. But then she died and then he ended up locked up and- Well. Whatever. Then he meets Zeff and Christmas actually becomes a real thing, but not quite. The Baratie always had Christmas decorations because it attracted more people and the crew always asked Zeff for it, but the man was only excited for the Christmas cooking so... He let them do whatever as long as they kept working. Sanji never expected something there. He didn't expect presents for the first Christmas they spent together. No presents. No Christmas spirit. No family bonding the way other families did. And it's okay, because Zeff wasn't his dad after all. But then he saw one single gift, poorly wrapped up in his bed... And he had never been happier. Those gifts became more recurrent with the passage of time, turning into more gifts and, not only magically appearing on his bed, but being gifted by Zeff himself. One Christmas morning, when Sanji was around fifteen, he woke up to find his usual gift. But this time it was signed with "From: Dad / To: Eggplant" instead of whatever bullshit the old man decided to use to sign before. So, yeah, Sanji does have good memories about Christmas but he doesn't take anything for granted because he had to, somehow, earn Zeff's respect and love in some way too and his past still haunts him anyway. So he doesn't think he deserves to enjoy Christmas around the ship like everybody else. Even if he does like Christmas now, it's a little overwhelming. All the memories at once and the new experiences quickly happening around him. He's happy just- It's just too much.

Usopp is basically the same when it comes to Christmas. He has good memories of it, his mother always making the most of the Holidays and the village always celebrating together. He received little handmade gifts from his mother that were never much, but enough to make him the happiest kid in the world, and she always got precious drawings from him that she always kept close to her heart. Then he ended up climbing the tree next to Kaya's window to give her flowers or anything he could manage to get. Old books... Perfumes he had worked hard to buy... Handmade necklaces... And those weren't like those expensive gifts she always got, but his best friend loved them. Kaya always gave him new art supplies. Good ones. He almost teared up every time. So, really good Christmas memories, right? Except that he always saw kids playing around and spending time with their fathers... And he knew, even when he was a kid, that Yasopp would come back. That he didn't have to mourn any loss because they'd be able to spend Christmas with his mom someday! And then she died. Kaya's parents did too. And it was never the same. He wanted to try and go back to celebrating Christmas once he formed his little crew, but those kids had families aside from him. He couldn't really force them to be with him. But he is an adventurer! A pirate! Christmas isn't really that big of a deal. So he moves on and doesn't expect the crew to actually want to do something for this time of the year. Heck, he didn't even expect Luffy to have celebrated Christmas before. He sort of seemed like the type of kid to not know about these things, but whatever. It's still very overwhelming.

They throw this big party on the ship, and they've never been so fucking loud. Not even on Birthdays. Brook is playing Christmas carols, Sanji is cooking nonstop, Nami is giving everyone gifts (there are a lot from her to herself, too, not surprising at all), Zoro is already drunk, Luffy wears a Christmas hat on top of the Strawhat... Etc, etc, etc. And they're all full of love and overflowing joy. So much they could cry (Franky does). But, you know, it gets a bit overwhelming for Usopp and Sanji, whose Christmas celebrations were quiet and peaceful and not this loud. Usopp sees Sanji walking to the Aquarium, and he follows his boyfriend instantly.

They end up sitting silently next to each other on the couch, watching the fish and saying nothing for a long time while Sanji smokes (trying not to bother Usopp). Somehow they end up tangled up there, one of the cook's legs on top of Usopp's lap and the sniper's hand caressing his thigh. They don't say anything, but Sanji knows Usopp is overthinking something by the way he's gripping his leg.

"Spit it out." He takes another drag of his cigarette.

Usopp frowns and chuckles as if he didn't know what he meant. "What do you mean spit it out?"

The cook rolls his eyes, and brings Usopp closer with his leg. "There's something bothering you. I'm not stupid, mon trésor."

The sniper has a hard time putting the words together, but manages to speak up after a few seconds of his trembling voice betraying him. "I didn't get you anything."

And then Sanji does something Usopp never expected him to do: He shrugs his shoulders, lets the smoke fill the room, and fixates his eyes on a fish in front of them. "Me neither. Didn't even know we were doing this."

"I didn't either!" He exclaims, overhyped by someone finally understanding his situation. "Nami was so excited yesterday and, like, girl, give me time to think, will ya? I didn't even celebrate these things when I was a kid."

That catches Sanji by surprise. "You didn't?"

Usopp shakes his head and refuses to look Sanji in the eyes. "We used to do it when mom was around and then I think I just stopped caring much about it with nobody to do celebrate with. Kaya was always busy around that time after her parents passed, too, so... Yeah. I guess having all of this party is just a bit-"

"Too much?" The sniper turns his head around, and they can't help but laugh when their eyes meet. "Yeah, I get it. My Holidays weren't exactly the best when my mother passed and my old man wasn't one for big parties like this, so... Feels a bit odd."

When Sanji seems to be done with his cigarette, throwing it on an empty glass of wine he had around, Usopp doesn't hesitate to hold his hand. Sanji caresses his hand back. Nobody says a thing for a long while until Usopp rests his head on top of the cook's shoulder. "I will get you something next time."

Sanji hums, his other hand stroking Usopp's hair. "I'll get you something this year the second we find a nice village."

Usopp can only roll his eyes at that. "Why do you always have to be like this? Stop trying to be more romantic than me!"

"I am more romantic than you, though." He places a kiss on top of Usopp's head, and keeps his face buried there. "I'll make a nice, special breakfast for you tomorrow."

The sniper wants to complain, but who is he to reject one of Sanji's special dishes cooked with all the love in the world? So he just smiles, nods, and accepts his fate like that.

They can only hear the muttered music and screams from outside for a long time, enjoying each other's presence as their most precious gift of the night.

"Mom said we'd be able to spend Christmas as a family one day." He cuddles closer to Sanji. "She isn't here, but I guess she was right."

Sanji holds back the urge to fill Usopp's face with unstoppable kisses for the sake of the moment. "Reiju said something like that once, too." And after a few seconds of meditating and drowning in Usopp's scent, Sanji speaks, maybe a little bit too tipsy for this conversation now. "You know, Christmas will be even better once we have kids-"

"We're so not having this conversation again right now."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This is basically just me posting different Sanuso headcanons every day during all of December because I thought it would be something sweet to make for them!!! If you have any cute Christmas (or just Winter related too! New Year! Whatever you think could fit) Sanuso headcanons just send them to me and I will make a post like this about them (tagging you ofc, unless you want to be anon!).

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#they are... so precious to me #will i ever stop projecting on sanji? the answer is unknown #god i love them so much #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #a very sanuso christmas

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Hiya bestie!! So this is totally just a Thought ™️ but whenever you get a chance, could you please write a "Wait For Me" from Hadestown-type vibe where the only thoughts that keep Lieb going during the hell that is Bastogne are thoughts of the girl he left behind and thoughts about their talks during better times or letters maybe, about how he'll find his way back to her no matter what because she's his bashert (Yiddish for his destiny, fated one/soulmate)!

Idk, we just need more Yiddish-speaking Joe in the world 🤭

Thank you so much in advance!! 💖

A/N: Aly my dear, I have been obsessed with this idea since we talked about it way back last month. I'm so sorry about the wait (school and life have both been crazy), and thank you so much for your patience! 🫶🏼 You are absolutely right: this fandom needs more Yiddish speaking Joe! Let this man connect with his roots!!!! 👏🏼 I'm sorry it's short, but I hope you like it bestie 💖

(This is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war, some religious imagery/ideas

Miracle of Miracles

Joe Liebgott x reader

Actions speak louder than words, his father had taught him from a young age. And that lesson wasn't all talk, either - Joe had seen his dad surprise his mom with enough flowers, help her carry groceries unasked, and surprise her by making dinner for their family enough times to see the I love yous displayed in every little move.

And that's just fine with him; he's never been too good with his words, so he's all about action.

Yet with all the distance between the two of you, it's now words that speak to Joe. Your words, from your letters. The letters that he keeps in his pocket at all times. The letters that he reads every night to feel closer to you.

You - the only thought that keeps him going in this place.

He keeps telling himself that if things would calm down for just a second, then he would be able to put his pen to the page and write you back.

Except this early night, for once, is quiet after the nightmarish events of the day. He's hunkered down in his foxhole, leaning against the hardness of the packed earth behind him, trying to find some semblance of warmth, and he can't figure out what to say.

Plenty of thoughts swirl around his head. Awful, horrifying thoughts of the things that he's seen since coming to this frozen hell. Terrible memories of trees exploding and his fellow soldiers sliding into foxholes as screams of terror and pain ring out across the landscape.

Okay, so there are thoughts, but they're definitely not the type that he should be sharing with you.

Part of him wishes that you were there. To hold, to talk to. It's actually better that you're not stuck in a place like Bastogne with him, though. You're the antithesis of the forest he's found himself in - he doesn't even want to imagine the sunlight and warmth that emanate from your soul being snuffed out in the dark gloom of the foxholes.

He has your letters. Enough heat is carried in your words to see him through.

See him through. That's his favorite thought: the idea that holding onto memories of you will get him through this whole thing in one piece - God walking Daniel through the lion's den. Because if he can just survive Bastogne, he's pretty sure the promise of seeing you again will drive him through the rest of the war, like some sort of miracle. Whenever he reads your words he can practically hear your voice and see your smile already.

Dear Liebling, all your letters begin. And all end with, I'm still here - waiting for you.

For him. A wonder. A miracle. How did he get so lucky? From the first time your eyes met, he felt like something in his soul recognized something in yours. It felt like it was meant to be; fated since the beginning of time, like he would find you in this or any other lifetime - his bashert . . . his soulmate.

And he's coming back to you if it's the last thing he ever does.

It's been so long since he's seen you. So long since he's been able to properly write to you. If he were back home, he would have surprised you with a bouquet of flowers tonight, and tomorrow he would be making you breakfast - I love you I love you I love you punctuating every movement, every glance, every smile.

But your not here and he's not there. That means there's only one way for him to show you all the love he carries just for you.

Shivering, he pulls out a piece of spare paper and unfolds it, propping it against his knee as he squints to see it through the growing darkness. He blows on his hands and rubs them together to warm them up while he thinks.

Finally, he puts his pen to the paper and just does it - which is arguably what he's always done best. After all, you're his fated one, his destiny. Your soul is like a reflection of his. If anyone will understand what he's trying to say, it will be you.

Dear (Y/N), he begins. Have I ever told you that I've loved you since before the beginning of time?

#my brain just rotates between singing miracle of miracles and wait for me while I write this #had a spare second in between classes today and finally got to work on this #let dove write something other than essays and book reviews!!#anyway I'm going insane and writing this was a nice distraction 🫶🏼😌#joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott x reader #joseph liebgott #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #my writing #band of brothers imagine #hbo war fanfic

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