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Incalescent- Chapter Six

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: violence, blood, confrontation, angst, vampires with red eyes and terrible fathers

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

The light coming in from my slightly parted curtain made my room a deep grey. I knew today would be gloomy from how I felt as I lay in my bed, not wanting to get ready for school. There was a tired ache in my bones. I hadn’t been physically hurt but emotional pain can manifest itself as physical, or so I had experienced over the years.

From where I lay on my bed, I could see the pile of clothes Paul had given me the other night. When I had gotten home, they had been quickly discarded because I realized they smelled like him and couldn’t take it. The second I stripped out of them I took a long shower to wash off everything that happened that night.

As if everything going on between Paul and I wasn’t enough, Victoria had gotten away because the wolves couldn’t play nice with the Cullens for two seconds. Of course, I hadn’t helped that either because I had gotten in between Paul and the giant vampire.

The Paul situation was weighing heavy on my mind. I had no idea how to handle my father but I knew I had to figure it out because Paul was someone I needed in my life. Not even my father could break the connection between us. I had forever to try and figure out how to be with Paul without my father being around but I was hoping that it didn’t take that long.

My phone started to go off beside me, my alarm telling me it was time to wake up for school. I hadn’t slept much that night, tossing and turning just thinking about everything that happened on Saturday night.

After getting home from Paul’s and taking my shower I stayed up the whole night doing homework. It became redundant as I was going over and fixing things that didn’t need it but it was a great distraction. My mind was occupied with rough draft corrections for a couple of papers that were already corrected and ready for the final copy. I didn’t start thinking about anything until Sunday night after the accidental nap I took that afternoon.

Getting out of my bed and house sounded like a good idea, school would probably drag on but at least I would have some sort of distraction. I had to turn in the papers I had overdone over the weekend anyway. There was always the chance that the humans had had some drama over the weekend and my super hearing let me in on it. Who knew, maybe today would hold some drama to keep me entertained for a while.

The weather turned out to be as bleak as I expected. It may have been springtime here in Forks but somehow it was cold and was only made worse by the rain coming down in a medium drizzle. The wipers moved back and forth across my windshield almost lulling me to sleep. They, like the car, were brand new so they didn’t squeak and moved with precision as they went.

The school parking lot was semi-full as I pulled in with no sign of the Cullen’s yet. I was sure that Alice would confront me about what happened over the weekend. If she didn’t I knew Edward or Bella definitely would, no doubt having been called right away about my involvement.

I pulled my knees up to rest on my steering wheel while I waited in my car for the school day to start. Paying no attention to my surroundings I pulled out a beat-up book from my bag, one of my favorites to read over the years, and began to re-read it. Before I could get too into it I heard a soft roaring sound, like a motorcycle but not as powerful, and turned my attention from the book to wherever it was coming from.

At the front steps of the school stood Jacob, arms crossed menacingly as he leaned on his bike and started angrily out into the crowd of people. He was clearly here to cause trouble with the Cullens and I really didn’t want any more of that around here. The wolves and I had done enough over the weekend when they all refused to let a Cullen on their land and somehow involving myself made lightning almost take out the largest Cullen vampire.

Shoving all my stuff to the side I got out of my car, slamming the door behind me. Jacob looked even more unhappy than he did before when his eyes landed on me. He rolled his eyes looking away as I approached. Rain began to mist down, not enough to soak anything but enough to make me pull my hood up.

“I’m guessing that you probably shouldn’t be here,” I whispered to him, glancing around the lot making sure none of the Cullen were here yet. He scoffed at me and looked around like he owned the place.

“We’re allowed to be wherever we want, the Cullen’s are the only ones with restrictions because they are bloodsuckers and can’t be trusted,” he spat the word ‘bloodsucker’ at me as he spoke. His words came out harshly, through his bared teeth. I outwardly winced when he called them bloodsuckers, his tone suggesting he meant me too.

“I don’t doubt that you can go wherever you please but the thing is that you really shouldn’t be here. We don’t need a repeat of what happened over the weekend, everyone should stay on their sides and leave the others alone,” I hissed back at him, he wasn’t about to make me feel bad about myself. I had had no say in being a vampire, having been born as one and not turned like a regular one. I felt bad enough about myself already with the whole Paul situation, whatever happened with the lightning and my father looming around.

“Look, against my better judgment I don’t have any problems with you. I can’t since you’re Paul’s girl but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you stand in the way of something that I need to do. I’m not really here to cause trouble anyway, I’m more here to check on something,” his face stayed hard but there was something in his eyes that told me he was worried about something, someone. His eyes traveled behind me, relief flooding into his face almost immediately. When I turned I saw that Edward and Bella were walking over to us, Bella looked sad but Edward looked furious like he was about to rip Jacob’s head off.

It suddenly dawned on me that Bella could be the girl that everyone said Jacob was in love with. The girl he was always in a bad mood over. I stepped to the side as they walked closer to us, both eyeing Jacob with suspicion but glancing over at me with contempt.

“Hey,” Bella all but shouted as she came to a stop in front of us. Her eyes never left Jacob's face, looking a little weary.

“Charlie said you left town,” Jacob replied ignoring her greeting, his words coming out harsh, through his clenched teeth. Whatever relief had flooded over him when he saw Bella was gone from his voice but was still held in his eyes.

“Yeah, I went to visit my mom,” Bella replied, blinking rapidly for a second as she tried to figure out why he was here. A look of irritation crossed her face and she spoke again, “Why?”

“He’s checking to see if you’re still human,” Edward said with sarcasm dripping from every word. That was all the clarification I needed to know that Bella was the girl he was in love with and to finally figure out where his hatred of vampires came from.

“Look I’m here to warn you,” Jacob ignored Edwards' clear irritation with his presence. “If your kind comes on our land again.”

“Wait, what?” Bella asked, her eyes darting between Edward and Jacob a few times before glancing over at me. Jacob looked surprised at her lack of knowledge and Edward looked stricken, probably had hoped to keep her out of it as long as possible. Edward hissed out ‘leave it alone Jacob’ trying to get him to stop but Bella insisted he tells her.

“Emmett and Paul had a misunderstanding, it’s nothing to worry about,” The look on Bella’s face told me she wasn’t buying Edward's story. When he mentioned Emmett I could’ve started to cry. A lump formed in my throat as I remembered the lightning almost hitting him. Could I have really made it? If I had that meant that I was the one who almost killed another person and if I had actually done it I don’t know how I would be able to live with myself.

“Listen to you, did you lie to get her out of town too?” Jacob spat at Edward. Bella’s face held many emotions as she took in everything that was happening. Edward took a few steps forward to get into Jacobs's face, pushing me lightly out the way so he could be close. In a whisper Edward told Jacob to leave, Jacob being as pigheaded as he was puffed his chest out to Edward.

“She has a right to know, she is the one the redhead wants,” Jacob let the words fall out of his mouth effortlessly. I sighed audibly and stepped further out the way as Bella pushed herself in between the two of them. In the distance behind Jacob, I could see the principal leaning against the doorway to the office watching this situation unfold. His left hand held a phone, probably ready to call Bella’s father, the sheriff to come and clear this up.

“I hate to break this fun up but we should really talk this over somewhere else,” I muttered just low enough for the three people in front of me to hear. Edward’s eyes darted to where our principal stood, stepping away from Jacob as soon as he came to his senses. He looked over at me briefly, his eyes still betraying his weariness of me.

“Edward, we are going to talk about you lying to me about Victoria later but right now it’s Jacob who I need answers from,” Bella ranted her eyes lit up with a fire behind them. I bit my lip and let myself look around us. Almost all the students that attended Forks were gawking at us without trying to hide it.

“I had nothing to say and I still don’t,” Jacob replied, turning away and getting on his motorcycle. Before Edward could stop her Bella was on the back and Jacob had a big smirk as he drove off with her. Edward stared at them until they were nothing but a faint roaring sound in the distance.

“She’ll be fine,” I mumbled not knowing what else to do or say. Edward spun around on me, glaring. Without a word, he was stalking off to his car and sped away from the school. I flinched at the look he gave me, his eyes revealed that if he could kill me at that moment he probably would.

After Edward angrily sped out of the parking lot, I crossed my arms, held them tightly, and went to my car to retrieve my school stuff. With anxiety clouding every thought I walked silently to my first class of the day, wondering with every step I took when the Cullen were going to harm me as my dad had always warned me.

It wasn’t until I got to the class I usually shared with Edward and Bella that I thought about anything close to the world of academia. I was lost in thought when I heard a couple of people around me begin to giggle quietly to themselves. Blinking, I looked around the room and saw a couple of people staring at me. Just as I was about to question it the teacher cleared his throat from the front of the room.

“Miss Abbott, I thought we were passed daydreaming in class?” he asked, sighing heavily and pulling his glasses off to stare me down. My face flushed with heat as I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled quietly. He gave me a look that suggested he had had enough and was ready to pack a bag for early retirement.

“As I was saying, Miss Abbott, Bella Swan, and Edward Cullen are both conveniently absent today so I’m pairing you up with one of them,” he slid his glasses back on his face as he turned and wrote something down on the clipboard beside him.

“I can work alone, it’s not a big deal,” the look on his face when I started to talk made me quickly finish my argument and wait for whatever the teacher was going to tell me.

“You’ll work with Miss Swan and that’s final,” his voice rang across the classroom before he muttered under his breath about how he was sick of Edward doing all the work and his partner getting credit for it. He said no other words to me and continued on with the lesson.

When the day was over I was walking to my car with my backpack slung over my shoulder when it hit me that I had no way of contacting Bella about our project. I wanted to get it done sooner rather than later to minimize our time together because my father didn’t need to see me spending time with more people, especially not one who was associated with other vampires.

The drive to her house was shorter than I thought it would be. The word at school was that her dad was the sheriff and I would have thought of him as someone who wanted to live secluded. But here was the house right in front of me, Bella's scent floating through the air so strongly I could’ve been convinced she was home if I hadn’t been able to detect the absence of any sound coming from the house.

Not knowing when she would finally be home I decided to do some homework for other classes while I waited. The meticulous math homework was a welcome distraction from thinking about having to work with Bella but also from thinking about Paul. But with each number, I was writing on the page came thoughts of him. I knew my dad was wrong to keep me from forming relationships with people wherever we went but as it turns out things were less complicated when I did adhere to that rule. Now I was sitting alone in my car thinking about how warm Paul was, how his lips felt against mine, how every time we held hands I felt safe.

It wasn’t long until Bella arrived home and immediately noticed me. Her boots stomped through the mud, the thick squish sound booming through my ears as she made her way to where I was parked. She stood just outside my car, arms crossed, waiting for me to make the next move. Huffing out a loud sigh, I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder as I got out of the car. She looked a little shocked and stumbled a step back as watched me close my car door.

“You weren’t in class today so our teacher paired us up for a project. I figured we could just get it over with tonight or at least start it,” I explained to her, as I tried not to make direct eye contact. She looked like this was the last place she wanted me to be and I had to agree with her. This could be dangerous for both of us and not just because Cullen’s hated my guts for the other night. My dad or whoever his friend was could be lurking around behind the cover of the thick, dark forest that surrounded us.

“I-I’m not sure how much Edward will like me being paired with another vampire,” she stuttered quietly. Despite her clear objection she turned away and began walking to her house without indicating for me to follow. Though my gut was telling me to turn heel and leave, my brain told me I needed to finish the project. This situation felt like a double-edged sword.

“Well, it wasn’t my choice,” I muttered as I followed slowly behind her. She was pulling a phone out of her pocket as she climbed the stairs to her front door. Some ice was left on the second stair and I watched as she slipped on it in slow motion. Before she even began to fall, I caught her by the elbow and hauled her up to the third stair. She looked at me, unblinking for a solid minute. The phone in her hand was forgotten as she processed what had happened.

“Right,” she muttered, snapping herself out of it. She typed quickly into her phone as she whispered, “vampires” to herself. Once she was finished sending the message, the low whooshing sound alerting me to a text being sent, she opened her front door. The wind from the act gushed out toward me. Her familiar sent along with another human sent, most likely whoever she lived with, invaded my senses. I cleared my throat trying to pretend that I had not used my vampire senses to gauge who had been around when a familiar scent filled my nostrils. I immediately gasped, yanking Bella toward me and off to the side so she was out of the doorway.

“Dad?” I called out into what seemed to be an empty house. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on alert. My breathing became jagged as I tried to inhale as much of the scent as I could but it was faint.

“What the hell are you even doing?” Bella seethed from beside me. I glanced quickly at her before turning my body to look around into the treeline that surrounded us. There was no induction that my father or anyone else was around us.

“Call Edward and have him get here as quickly as possible,” my voice sounded more on edge than I had meant it. The way her eyes popped out of her head told me that I sounded more scared than I should have. The phone was to her ear within seconds and a sigh of relief was emitted from her mouth.

“He was already on his way,” she informed me. Her arms were crossed tightly across her chest as she watched me close her front door and sit down on her steps. My breathing was still uneven as I tried to process my dad's scent being in her house. What business could he have here?

Suddenly lightning lit up the sky, and cracks of thunder sounded like the storm was directly overhead but there was no rain. There was only a searing pain in my head. Each burst of pain came with a matching boom in the background. I could hear Bella’s teeth begin to chatter with fright next to me as the winds started to pick up around us. Our hair was whipped around our heads as I clamped my hands over my ears trying to calm down. This had never happened in front of anyone before.

“Em,” Bella whispered from beside me. Her voice was so low that I barely heard it through the hands that covered my ears and the loud booms of thunder that continued to sound overhead. Before I could speak a car screeched to a stop right in front of us. Edward jumped out looking like he was possessed. I tried to calm my breathing, slowly standing up and trying my best not to let my vampire instincts take over as they viewed how hostile the man in front of me seemed.

“I-I,” the stuttering made my face heat up. Slowly, I let out another breath and began again. “Bella and I were partnered for a project since neither of you were there today. That is the only reason I am here, I promise.”

“Why is there another vampire's scent coming from her house then?” Edward’s question was asked through gritted teeth. Tears began to flow freely down my still hot cheeks. Thinking about my father made bile rise to the back of my throat as my eyes darted around to make sure he wasn’t waiting around the corner, watching me.

“I-It’s my father's scent,” I whispered. Edward's nostrils flared and he took a step closer to me, his right hand encircling my upper arm. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, shivers going down my spine. I had no doubt, with the look in his eye, that he would kill me and not give it a second thought. The thought relaxed my body, hoping that he would take that as a sign that I was not a threat.

“And what is your father's scent doing in her house?” Edward asked, his voice was cool and calm now. The tone made me worry that he had made the decision on killing me once he got the information from me.

“I-I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a while, not since we got into a fight and he left,” at my explanation, he let go of my arm so hard I fell back into the stairs as he ran into the house. Bella let out a small gasp and bent down to help me up.

“Here,” Bella tried to pull me up by my arm but slipped a little. “Sorry, I’m not that coordinated.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” I tried to sound grateful as we both maneuvered to sit on the steps and wait for Edward to come back out. The lightning and thunder began to fade into the distance and the pain in my head went with it. I could hear Edwards's movements around the house. He was looking through clothes and drawers as he breathed in my father's scent, trying to figure out the path my father had taken.

“Come with us,” Edward hissed out as he came out of the house. He helped Bella into the passenger seat of his car and gestured for me to get in the back. I was hesitant at first but the look he gave me said to not question him. I let my backpack hit the seat beside me and crossed my arms as we drove at top speed to wherever he was taking us.

The entire ride was silent save for the light tap tap tap of rain droplets on the roof of the car. The sound and scenery should be calming but my mind was swirling with fear of what was going to happen and questions about what my father was doing. A small voice in my head told me that I should mention my father saying he had plans with a new friend that I would see very soon. Another small voice told me that they would think I had something to do with it.

The woods we were driving through came to an end, opening into a huge area dominated by an even bigger house. The house in front of me was shocking and a contrast to the houses you would usually see in Forks. It looked like it had been handpicked from the hills of Hollywood, a place fit for the richest and most famous.

Edward's car door slammed, making it obvious I should get out and follow him. As I followed him and Bella up the stairs and into the house I could hear the low murmur of voices coming from somewhere I could not yet see. The tone of the murmurs made it obvious they were upset. A hush fell over the room as we walked through an entrance and I was greeted by the hostile looks of six other vampires.

“What is she doing here,” a tall, gorgeous blonde woman sneered at me. She turned into a blur as she threw herself at me but before she could get to me the big vampire from the other night grabbed her and pulled her back. He looked at me with angry eyes as well but didn’t make a move to come toward me. I could feel the hatred rolling off the blonde woman coming at me in waves. The old saying ‘if looks could kill’ popped into my mind as I watched her eyes burn with rage.

“There was another vampire's scent all over Bella’s house,” Edward began, throwing a glance my way. All the other vampire's eyes flicked over to me and then back to him when he began speaking again. “Apparently, it is her father's scent.”

“I have no idea why he would be there,” my voice came out in almost a shout. My mind thought back to Paul as I looked around at all the vampires in the room. This could be my last moment and Paul and I weren’t even really on a good path right now. Since coming to Forks things had gone uphill then downhill faster than I had ever thought possible. My phone felt heavy in my pocket as I began to regret not thinking about calling Paul when I discovered my father's scent at Bella’s. Maybe he could have saved my life or maybe that would have been a mistake and he would be in danger too.

“You have to understand why we do not trust you,” the calm voice broke through the hostility in the air. The blonde leader from the fight the other night, Carlisle, stepped forward. His wife, Esme, trailed closely behind him. He looked back at her before continuing to speak. “We did not know there were two other vampires in town, nor did we know one had such a vast gift.”

“My father and I do not have gifts,” I objected, my voice starting to break at the end.

“Explain how you almost killed my Emmett with lightning the other night!” The tall blonde seethed, still encircled by the arms of the big vampire. The room was silent as they waited for me to defend myself. It did look pretty bad from their perspective. I had always wanted a gift but had given up trying because of how many times I had tried and ended up looking stupid.

“My gift is to read minds and I cannot read yours. Alice can usually see the future but yours is blank,” Edward explained from beside me. You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was trying hard not to scream at me as the blonde woman had. Carlisle stood across from him, staring directly into his eyes.

“Look I know how it seems but I had no idea any vampires lived in this town. My father usually travels ahead to sniff out the town before we move into it because he likes to keep us away from other vampires. Then once I did figure out others lived here my father was gone and threatening me to keep following his rules while he was away,” my voice sounded small as I looked around the room with pleading eyes.

“We can't keep doing this, Carlisle,” The blonde woman spoke, breaking free of Emmett's arms. “We are already risking so much with Bella and now this girl and her father are breaking into Bella’s home and pretending they don’t have threatening powers.”

“Rosalie…” Carlisle began but her mind was made up. Alice gasped a ‘no’ out from the back of the room where she had stood by another vampire watching the interaction. Edward stiffened beside me and everything began to happen quickly but somehow in slow motion. The blonde woman, Rosalie, was flying at me so fast she was a blur. I tensed and tried to scream no but instead, I could hear thunder rolling in above me.

Before I even knew what was going on Rosalie was no longer in front of me. Edward and Emmett held her back as they all looked at me in shock. Shards of glass were everywhere, tiny pieces sparkling across the floor and in everyone's hair. My mouth was open slightly in shock as I looked around realizing the windows that made up most of the house were completely blown out. Wind and rain now whipped inside the openings where the glass had once been. How did the windows get shattered?

The tall man standing beside Alice strode quickly across the room, shoving everyone out of his way to get to me. I stood frozen as he approached, a look of determination on his face but also another emotion I could not place. He placed his hands on my shoulders and stared directly into my eyes. Waves of calm spread over me and the tears I didn’t even know were falling down my face stopped.

“I believe her,” he spoke quietly, as he assessed me. The longer he looked over my face the more sure he looked about his statement. “She was scared but she was also sad. When someone is lying they usually have underlying guilt or joy. Sometimes they feel an emotion I don’t have a name for, something sinister in feel. This does not apply to her.”

They began having a conversation around me as the man kept his hands on my shoulders. I was feeling so calm I couldn’t even form a sentence to say out loud. My eyes blinked, almost staying closed but I fought to keep them open. This would not be the second time since I came to this town that I would be passed out around unknown supernatural creatures.

“Jasper, let the poor girl go. She’s practically about to pass out,” Jasper's hands immediately left my shoulders, the comfort they emitted leaving too. The calm I felt did not subside though and as the haziness lifted from my eyes and brain I realized he must have a gift as well.

“Now that Jasper has influenced your emotions in a more positive way, we should calmly discuss what to do next,” Carlisle said looking between Edward and Rosalie with a pointed expression. Edward was the first to relent to his words, followed closely by Rosalie. The look on her face told me that any wrong move would get me killed, no matter what Carlisle said.

They all began filtering out of one room and into another. The sound of light scratching on the floor indicated that we were moving to sit at a table, though none of them had the need to ever sit. Jasper and Alice left a seat between them for me to sit. The seat was directly across from Esme who gave me a sympathetic look as I made myself as comfortable as possible given the situation.

“We need to keep Bella safe at all costs,” Edward was the first to speak after a long silence. “I do not care what vampire it is trying to get to her, they will die. Even if it is your father, Em.”

“If my father is in any way responsible for harm that could come to Bella I do not disagree,” Edward looked shocked at my words. So I continued, “the thing is my father and I have never had a great relationship. He kept me so sheltered over the years and I thought it was to protect me because he loved me but it is really because he wanted control of me. He never loved me.”

“I know this is probably a confusing situation, we understand he is your father and we understand if you have to side with him if it came to that. You do not need to pretend otherwise,” Edward spoke calmly from his place beside Bella. She looked uncomfortable with the attention and the discussion being about her.

“The day we moved into town I figured out a lot of things about my dad, vampires, werewolves, so much that I did not know before and so much that I should have. My dad has kept me in the dark about so many things for so long, I had thought with good intention but finding his scent at Bella’s house and his threats about me and the wolves…” I trailed off not really knowing where I was going. Whatever I was saying out loud had not been a thought I had yet or allowed myself to truly think about. The more I thought it over and said it out loud the more I realized that my father's intentions had always seemed bad.

“I’m sorry, his threats about you and the wolves?” Esme asked quietly. She reached across the table and put her hands over the one I had resting in front of me. I nodded slowly.

“My father never let me have friends when we moved to new places because keeping our secret was of the utmost importance. We got into a fight the day we got here and I ended up running out of the house upset and was attacked in the woods by Paul in wolf form. I didn’t know at the time that vampires weren’t allowed on the reservation, I didn’t even know we lived that close to the reservation.” I explained everything from the time I entered Forks till now. Sparing no details, even the corny ones of me and Paul on the beach. The more I talked the more words wanted to flood out. The years of being held captive by my father came gushing out as the people at the table stared at me.

“Victoria,” Edward announced, slamming his hand on the table so hard it made a crack fissure down the middle, legs squeaking from the force. “His friend that he ran into with big plans has to be Victoria. We know she's coming after Bella and now her dad’s scent is all over Bella’s house. It cannot be a coincidence.”

“I tend to agree,” Carlisle whispered, looking at me with a pained expression. “I have many questions for you, Em. But for now, our priority is keeping Bella safe. If it comes to it we will have to deal with your father.”

“I understand,” I whispered back to him. Thinking about them dealing with my father left me feeling conflicted. He was the only person I had ever been close with. Albeit not as close as I had to more people in a shorter amount of time but he had always been there. Before we moved to Forks I would have argued that my dad wouldn’t have plans where he was going to hurt a human but now, seeing how he reacted over the situation with my mother and the threatening letter and phone call I had received from him, it made sense.

“Jacob messaged back saying the pack will help monitor Bella’s home with us, in shifts so we can still hunt,” Edward announced reading off of Bella’s phone. My heart skipped a beat as I thought of Paul monitoring Bella’s house if my father, or worse Victoria, showed up. There would be no talking him out of helping, even if we were on good terms. There was a murmur of agreement amongst everyone at the table, the actual words a loss to me as my mind drifted elsewhere.

This could be how I ended up leaving my dad behind and being able to be with Paul. If he truly was bad like my instincts were screaming at me that he was, the Cullen’s would kill him and I would be free. The guilt of basically wishing my dad would be killed during this turned my stomach and punched a hole through my chest. If he died, I would never know anything about my mother and I did not know if I could live with that. However, I did know that I could not live without Paul.

“May I please go home now?” I asked quietly, breaking into whatever conversation they were having. Rosalie who had been quiet the entire conversation got up abruptly from the table and stalked out of the room as Carlisle nodded at me.

“Can you promise that you will let us know if you hear from your father?” He asked as I got up to leave. I muttered a quiet ‘yeah’ without looking back at everyone and left the house. The feeling of dread I had when I first came here did not subside as I left and walked out into the woods. My teeth bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to process everything that was happening. Little did I know a few weeks ago that my life would be turned around again and again because of this town. Maybe there would be a light at the end of this dark tunnel but there was going to be so much dark as I tried to make it there.

The woods were eerily quiet as I walked through them. I was too far into my walk when I realized I had not watched how we had gotten to the house from Bella’s. I was only used to going to school and the reservation a few times, this was all new. The trees were thick in this part of the woods, casting shadows and darkness all around me.

All the calm Jasper had forced on me earlier vanished as I heard something snap in the distance. With a gasp, I spun around and saw a dark shadow deep in the woods. Piercing red eyes glowed through the darkness. I inched back slowly hoping in vain that the shadow did not follow me. Red eyes indicated one thing and that one thing I was determined to stay away from. The shadow darted forward from its spot in the darkness and without hesitation, I spun around and started to run as fast as I could. Before I could get very far my legs were kicked out from under me and I landed face-first into a fallen tree.

Blood gushed out of my nose and dirt caked along my jaw. With a groan, I tried to pick myself up off the forest floor but a hand in my hair stopped me. The feeling of my scalp almost tearing from my head had me let out a scream so loud it echoed off the trees surrounding me. Red eyes looked down at me, a grimace plastered across the mouth below them. My father stared down at me with unfamiliar eyes. My voice caught in my throat as he let my hair go and I fell forward not even trying to stop myself.

Without thinking about it I grabbed the phone out of my pocket and dialed the first number I could think of. Paul's name illuminated my screen as the phone rang and rang with no answer. Sobs wracked my body as I dialed Emily’s number, waiting for her to answer or for my father to kill me.

“Em, long time no talk,” Emily answered trying to sound cheerful but her tone indicated that she was still upset with my behavior.

“Emily,” I gasped out between sobs. I didn’t even fully register that I was screaming. “Where’s Paul? He-he’s not answering and I need help! Please, Emily, I’m lost in the woods and my dad was here with red eyes. Oh god, Emily why did he have red eyes? He's-he’s gone I think, I don’t know. I-”

“Em, calm down. Sam was right here with me and heard all that. They are on their way to find you,” she assured me her voice wavering. “Em, you are going to be safe. Please let them help you this time. They can handle your father, I promise.”

“Emily,” I sobbed into the phone. My entire body hurt from the force of the crying. “Everything is all messed up. I just want to be happy. Why can’t I be happy? What is even happening, Emily?”

“Em, please calm down. You will be happy even if I have to handle your dad myself,” she joked toward the end, trying to lighten the conversation as more sobs reached her ears through the receiver. There was stomping in the distance and howls before I could even register what Emily had joked about. I silently prayed that this was not a trap set by my dad, luring the wolves to their death.

The air around me felt thick. Thick drops of rain splattered my face, creating mud out of the dirt that had been caked onto my chin. The blood had stopped gushing from my nose but was not able to dry thanks to the rain. I felt the phone being taken out of my hand.

“Emily, it’s Paul. We’ve got her,” Paul was standing over me. He slid the phone into his pocket as he squatted down to look at me. The other wolves were spread out behind him, surveying the woods around us.

“Paul, my dad-” he shushed me as he brought a hand up to my nose to see if it was broken. He sighed as he pressed the cartilage back into place, tiny drops of blood came trickling out as he did so.

“Em, look at me,” he pleaded, the hand that fixed my nose coming to wipe the mud off my chin. I stared up at him, his big brown eyes swimming with emotion. “Your dad's scent is going in the opposite direction from here. He was here but he is gone now. You are safe.”

“His eyes,” the tears began to stream down my face harder and faster than before. Paul cupped my face with both hands now, anguish painting over his features. “They were red, Paul. I don’t think I’ll ever be safe if he’s still out there somewhere.”

“Then I’ll handle him if he ever comes back around. I will never let anyone hurt you,” Paul promised, scooping me off the ground without hesitation. That’s when the emotional rollercoaster of the day I had hit me. Safe in Paul’s arms with a pack of wolves surrounding us as we walked slowly through the woods, I fell asleep, unable to stop myself.

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st4d1um-4rc4d1um · 2 years

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Another requestless Cookie Run x reader? HOOOOEY! Here we go….

Blue, Purple, and Burning-Hot Pink

A Parfait x Reader fluff fic, part one

Notes: this story is in first person, using the reader’s perspective. The reader also has more feminine traits.

Day 1

Dear Diary,

Today was a horrible day.

First of all, the weather was nothing but gloomy gray skies, gusts strong enough for a Cake Hound to fly through the air, and cold temperatures to flake your dough. Every day I looked forward to going outside to visit my neighbors, admire the wildlife and occasionally eat some goods at the cafe, but GUESS WHAT? The weather called: it says NOT TODAY!

As much as I love the outdoors, I’m also quite happy being inside. There’s some good soap operas to watch online, I can mess with my makeup, paint my real-or-fake nails and cook up something yummy to eat! But don’t get me started on watching famous streamers online. I repeat, DO NOT. There’s about 17 handfuls of awesome accounts of 6 handfuls of different topics waiting for you to enter their lives, and boy oh boy, those are some wild rides! Commenters can say things so hilarious that they send the streamer into orbit, or something unexpected happens (usually in gameplays) that leave everyone on the edge of their seats. And don’t forget about comments getting noticed and replied to!!!

So many streamers give me joy, but not as much as someone specific:

PARFAIT COOKIE!!

From her beginning of her career as a budding musician to now a fairly known awe-inspiring idol, this cutie Cookie loves to spread happiness to hearts! This affected me super duper well…in two ways! Parfait has the prettiest contacts, the glitziest hair accessories and the cutest curly smile!! Chances of this happening are low, but I’ve always dreamed of her being my partner! Us cuties need to stick together, right? I AM a bit musically talented, having a few good years of knowledge in (instrument), so maybe I can impress Parfait with that!

Surely you’re expecting a rainbow of activities for me to do in my house during the bad weather…but you’re wrong! The murkiness that I could view from the window at any time drained my motivation to do anything at all. Makeup? I’ve used up every look. Soap operas? All boring reruns. Cooking? Too full, a microwave jelly meal would suit me okay.

Going to bed tonight seemed too normal for me; I was already drowsy for the whole day, so this won’t be a shocker. As I finish this entry, I know sleeping won’t be easy since today was boring enough to not have anything to think about to pull me to sleep. Maybe boredom itself will lull me…

I felt yucky and gloomy inside the whole day. I was feeling blue.

🎶🎶🎶

Day 2

Dear diary,

The results came in: it was a bit hard to get to sleep last night. Thankfully I feel rested enough, so with a bit of hope, the first thing I did today after getting out of bed was to open the window curtains. I remembered from the news a few days ago that today’s weather would be better, but not perfect. What awaited me outside was proof of not only the forecast, but something else as well;

Today was gonna be an OK day.

I mustered the courage to bake a Hollyberrian omelette complete with its hashbrowns inside. It was a good omelette, so that lifted my mood a bit.

The good tastes finally released creative juices in my mind for a new makeup look: something earthy and rustic with (fake) freckles. If you don’t know exactly what a Hollyberrian omelette is, this may sound confusing: how could something from such a fancy kingdom inspire you to make something so…country-style??? Potatoes. That’s it.

For my Show To Watch of The Whenever, the rustic look I made inspired me to watch a well-known show where Cookies from the 1800s live a cozy life on a little house in the Vanillian meadows. Watching the program gave me a warm feeling of comfort and nostalgia. I’ve seen the show since I was seven, and I’ve always felt like Apricot Cream Cookie, the young protagonist, was my sister and friend telling about her experiences in the meadows. Seeing her face again reminded me of peace and calm in life. I melted into my chair from the happiness.

As I was eating the usual lunch, I suddenly realized that there was one thing I totally forgot to do yesterday: Watch streams! I was a bit upset that I could forget one of my favorite dailies, but this worry went away as I clicked therealparuparu’s user page:

Hear Parfait Cookie’s true colors shine in her Feelin’ Blue and Pink concert- 3 DAYS ONLY!!

I audibly gasped. Did I really forget about my all-time favorite celebrity crush’s concert!? I need more deets-stat!

I scrolled further down:

After a long time of hypeful waiting, Parfait Cookie’s “Feelin’ Blue And Pink” concert is here! Get the feels on as the part streamer, part idol performs her recent hit single about how just one word can make a Cookie happy or sad-but these concerts will be 100% happy!

This string of concerts takes place in the Cookie Kingdom’s Jamboree Hall! Performances start at 12 pm this Friday and end just this Sunday, so grab your tickets soon! Don’t worry, there’s lots of exclusive merch to buy like vibrant t-shirts and color-changing glow sticks! See your pink selves there 💗

I let a louder audible gasp.

FRIDAY THROUGH SUNDAY!?

12 PM!?!?

Today is a Friday! And even worse, it’s a little over noon!! I need to buy a ticket RIGHT NOW!!!!!

I scurried to my purse and hastily threw out my belongings from there. Keys decked with cute keychains…no. Receipt from the supermarket…no. Adorable squishy I impulse-bought the other day? Nada por mi! Wait….let’s see…

AHA!! There it is!!

I luckily found my wallet and opened it to find some Coins. I knew where they were, so I dug a bit to find them a-

IS THAT A TICKET TO THE PARFAIT CONCERT???

To be continued…

Author’s note: this was originally going to be one long fic, but I then realized I can just split it to parts so you guys can get the story earlier. Hope you enjoyed!! 💕

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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39 and 47 from your prompt list? Peter Parker x reader!! Maybe reader has long hair n it gets stuck in his shirt or something 🥺😭🥺😭 super fluffy

Always Stuck

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Getting your hair stuck in everything was a pain. In ice cream or your lipgloss. In the car windows and your hairdryer. But just this once, you didn’t mind it getting stuck somewhere.

Prompts Used: “I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore.” and “Because I love you.”

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and a bit of angst. A few bad words here and there as well.

Word Count: 1.7k

Here is my Masterlist, and my prompt list :) Hope you enjoy this one!

Damn it”, you muttered, pulling your hair out from under the pillow. Having long hair, especially for someone who hates tying her hair up, was a bit of a pain. Constantly pushing it out of your face, as well as trying to keep it out of everything else, had become a part of your life.

So why didn’t you cut it off? Well...because of Peter Parker. Peter was your best friend, a partner in crime, the Batman to your Robin. You had known him from pre-school, where he would come in with colossal building blacks falling from his backpack and an Iron Man lunch box in his hand. As time passed, the friendship between the two of you deepened, and by the time you both were in high school, your feelings towards him had morphed into something much less platonic.

Peter knew how much you loved having long hair, and even if it did give you trouble now and then, he knew you would be unhappy if you cut it off. Your mother had long hair too, well… before she died, and she loved that you grew your hair out to match hers. You remember that you had vowed to have long enough hair to cut it off and give it to her once her chemo-therapy had stopped. Sadly, she didn’t live long enough for that to happen, as the cancer got too her much too quickly. Nevertheless, you had still kept it, not wanting to chop off a piece of yourself that connected you with her.

You might say that that was the only reason for you to keep your long hair…. But it wasn’t. As you were saying, Peter Parker played an important role. He loved your lusciously long hair. A lot. Whether it was just combing his hands through it or styling it when he was bored, he loved playing with your curls. After the patrol, when he came in through your window, it was only a matter of time before he was nestled up next to you, hands entangle in your hair as he fell asleep. So, you didn’t have a strong need or urgency to cut your hair...until today.

It was like the universe was screaming at you to lose your mind. Starting in the morning, you had gotten out of the shower, and while drying your hair, almost half of it got sucked in by the annoying machine. Wasn’t the best start.

Fast forward to an hour later, while you were at school. You hadn’t seen Peter around all day, and you didn’t even have any classes with your friends, so you weren’t in the best mood. Bring out your lipgloss; you looked into the mirror, grimacing at your dry lips. Smothering on a thick layer, you turned around, only to be hit with a strong gust of wind. Blowing hundreds of strands of hair into your face, about half of them stuck to your lips, making you huff out in annoyance.

Since most of your face was covered by your unruly hair, you tried to maneuver yourself to the washroom, hoping to regain your sight, but instead banged into the lockers, causing a loud BANG to go through the hallway. Students voices began ringing out, and soon enough, a flash went off infront of you.

“Get out of my way”, you growled, pushing aside the crowd as you sought out MJ. She frowned apologetically, moving both of you to the bathroom, where you spent the next twenty minutes cleaning out your face and hair from the lipgloss residue and grumbling about how annoying your classmates were.

Not wanting to get any more attention, you decided to leave for the day, as you bid MJ goodbye and began walking to the bus stop.

You would’ve thought that’s enough for the day, right? Nope. While getting onto your bus home, the doors closed...way too fast. Since you were in Queens, the weather was unpredictable. One minute it could be bright and sunny, next? Rainy and gloomy. Today, however, was one of the windiest days ever. So when your were trying to haul your bag into the moving bus, your hair got caught in the door, leaving you wide eyed as you tried to pull it in. People began whispering around you, as you grit your teeth. Pressing the red button to stop the bus, you got off, deciding to walk the next 30 minutes back home.

And what a long thirty minutes they were. You decided to grab a coffee to cheer yourself up, but, as luck would have it, you spilt it when you stumbled on the side walk. Now, was your hair not only covered in lip gloss and pulled apart to look frazzled, but it was also soaked in cold brew.

Taking a deep breath as you entered the house, you ran straight to the shower, dumping your stuff on the ground the minute you walked in. You decieded to shampoo your hair nicely today. Not that you didn’t like the smell of coffee in your hair, but you needed to wash it.

Besides...Peter was coming over tonight. Now, you would’ve thought that washing your hair would not be an issue. You have been doing it your whole life. But boy oh boy, were you wrong.

Squirting the liquid into your hands, you started massaging your scalp. You sighed, finally peaceful after the day you had had. But then… tragedy striked. As you started to wash it out, your eyes began stinging.

“Wha-”, you said, rubbing the water out of your eyes, but it just made it worse. “Holy shit, what is thi-” Stumbling out, you tried to reach for a towel, but your hand got stuck in your wet hair, making you trip. Grabbing onto the lever next to you, the water suddenly became scorching hot, making you cry out before running out into your room. Reading for whatever cloth was next to you, you rubbed your face furiously, until the burning sensation stopped.

Taking a deep breath, you walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and looking at the mess you made. Watching closer, your bloodshot eyes widened as they looked at what you used.

“Shoot, that’s Y/D/N’s shampoo! I used a dog’s shampoo, damn it!” Pissed off, you walked into your room, slipping on your comfiest clothes before putting your stud-ridden hair in a towel, not wanting to see it anymore. Crawling into your bed, you closed your eyes, feeling the tiredness hit you like a wave, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

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“Hey Y/N”, Peter’s voice floated in through the quiet air of your room. You slowly opened your eyes to see Peter’s face, his lips in a cute smile and his brown curls hanging down his forehead as he looked down at you.

“He-hey Pete, when did you get here?”, you asked, drowsily.

‘Bout an hour back”, he whispered, picking up some things on your desk as he organized them. Pushing yourself up, you looked around your room, shocked to see it so clean.

“Wha-why is, why did you-”

Peter sighed, smiling at you. “MJ told me what a day you had, so I decided to help you out a bit.” He chuckled, smirking a bit. “Especially after your room looked like a tsunami hit it”

“But still, why would you go through that trouble? You must be tired, right? To-today was training-”

“Because I love you. And you always help me out like this when I have a tough day”, he said, shrugging his shoulders. For a second, your heart had skipped a beat, but then you realized that he said it as a best friend. A friend. You wanted to say it back. Say what you’ve been meaning to say. But you just smiled back, opening your arms so he could crawl in, hugging you against his buttoned-up chest.

You huffed out, the buttons digging into your cheek. “Peter, take this off, why must you wear a shirt? Go get a sweater or something”, you said, knowing he left about 5 of his jackets here for how much he slept over at your place.

But all Peter responded with was a loud, exaggerated sigh. “But whyyy. I’m comfy?”

You laughed quietly at his tone, so you started to get up to get him one, but was pulled down. Sitting up back, you realized your hair was caught in his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his taut torso.

“Peter! My hair”, you said, trying to untangle yourself, but only making it worse.

“Huh, oh”, he said, leaning up to unravel your hair, making his face only a couple of inches away from you, letting you see his freckles that adorned his skin.

Too shocked, you just sat there, as Peter’s finger worked his shirt, since, at one point, he realized it would just be easier to take it off. So, you sat there, your body hot and face possibly red, while your (chiselled and muscular) best friend untangled your hair.

“Okay”, he said, leaning back. You stuttered, looking at your hair then at Peter, who just realized he was topless. You could see his cheeks turn pink, and his pupils dilate as he looked at you, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore. I-” you looked at him, feeling a surge of energy go through you, “I really like you, Peter. Hell, I think I love you.” You sighed, worried when he didn’t say anything. “Peter, please say something-” You looked away, tears pricking your eyes. “Damn it, I shouldn’t have said anythin-”

“I love you. Too. You are-I can’t. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you but I-”

You would’ve loved to hear what else he was talking about, but your mind had other things to focus on. Like his lips. Kissing him lightly at first, you deepened it when he didn’t pull away. You felt his hand sneak into your hair, and for the first time, you didn’t mind it at all. He pulled away as he caressed your face.

“Oh my god, I love your hair…”

You laughed out loud, hugging him. “Is that the first words you wanna tell me as a couple?” You pretended to act hurt. “One might even choose to believe you like me for my hair”

He smirked, whispering in your ear. “Oh no, you got me. I am deeply in love with your hair, not you too much. Sorry you had to find out like this”

You became serious, hugging him more tightly. “I was gonna cut my hair today. Thank for-”

“I’m glad I was there to protect the love of my life”

“You are talking about me right?” you asked, looking into his playful chocolatey eyes.

“Who else?”, he asked back, winking…

Thank you so much for requesting this Anon! I loved writing it, and even though I myself don’t have long hair, I highly respect anyone who does, because it's a lotta work. Anyway, my requests are still open, in case you wanna send in ideas that you may have, or just wanna chat. Until next time 👋

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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apple pie & ice cream

Kenma x Reader - Scenario

desc: gloomy days can always be brightened with sweet smells, cinnamon sugar, and a homemade apple pie from yours truly: Kenma Kozume

a/n: to the anon who requested this a little while ago... happy birthday, love!! i hope you’re okay that i switched things around a little bit & had Kenma make you something sweet instead <3</i>

warning: slight language

wc: 1580

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Some days are longer than others.

You’ve never had a good explanation as to why, but there are at least some telltale signs.

Like when red lights seem endless, your favorite song doesn’t sound as pretty as it should, and you just can’t keep your tired eyes open. Even with a cozy mug of hot tea in hand or the gentle stream of sunlight filtering through your office’s window, the warmth on your fingertips and face simply refused to reach you on the inside.

It also doesn’t help that you were flipped off not once, but twice, by some shitty drivers when you clearly had the right of way.

So you determine that the faster you can get home to Kenma, the better you’ll feel.

You take every short-cut and any back road, impatiently awaiting the moment that you can kick off your uncomfortable shoes and step out of those constricting work clothes. To turn on the air-conditioning and crash into a couch that proves to be far more welcoming than the outside world. Even just a nice, long stretch would do your aching back and heavy arms some good.

But most of all, you long to sink into Kenmas chest and lazily breathe in the comforting smell of home that rested on his well-worn hoodies. To run your fingers through his silky, soft hair and make messy braids out of it while sighing heavily to relinquish the day's grip on your tight shoulders. You can’t wait to bother him until he sets aside his black and red headphones to kiss your forehead and pull you into a soul-catching hug.

Most crappy days call for extra love from your gamer-boyfriend… but today Kenma has really gone out of his way to shower you in sweetness. Literally.

You’d sent him an awfully lengthy text about the number of crazy drivers on the road, the dreary weather overhead, following it up with a recap of your teary-eyed breakdown in a fast food chain parking lot... and you topped it off with just how much you missed him.

So he did the one thing he knew could lift anyone’s spirits.

Kenma got to baking his world famous apple pie.

Countertops were covered in white and brown sugar, apple peels, and other various, scattered ingredients. A store-bought pie crust was preheating in the oven, because only God knows how long it would take for Kenma to learn how to make that from scratch. Spices plumed in delicate, little clouds throughout the kitchen. Everything was coming together beautifully.

Kenma mumbles to himself quietly, a little miffed that he’s missing his weekly streaming session...

But secretly, he’s been meaning to do this for you for a long time.

He’s been dying to thank you for putting up with his incessant live shows and never-ending computer gameplay. For living with him in his rental house even though he could probably (definitely) afford something far more luxurious. And you deserved luxurious. You should be decked out in diamonds and fancy cashmere, lounging on a sofa atop some rooftop garden oasis that overlooks the entirety of Tokyo, and dancing the night away at clubs and galas.

But you chose him.

Simple Kozume.

A smaller-framed boy with a knack for video-games, patterns, and strategy. The one they jokingly called “pudding head” in high school. That kid who used to hide behind his own hair because the world around him was far more daunting than he thought he could handle.

Kenma would rather stay in and binge a series on netflix than spend a night out on the town. He invests himself in playing an overly-competitive tournament of Mario Kart with you over flying out for a highstakes game of poker in Vegas. He prefers nights surrounded in fairy lights when you collaborate on videos with him, throw popcorn at his long hair, and drink a bit too much just because you both compliment each other more when you’re a little tipsy.

You love all of this about him and you’ve reminded him time after time that you wouldn’t trade him for the world… yet Kenma is still determined to at least have this apple pie done by the time you get home.

But as luck would have it, you’re early.

The lock to the door clicks and twists as you slide it open with a few squeaks.

Your senses are instantly delighted by the blooming fragrance of cinnamon and nutmeg. An ambrosial wafting of warm apples and pastry dough permeates the airspace while the added ginger and lemon cut through the sweet scent.

As if the room had just handed over a fluffy blanket and set you in front of a crackly, wood-burning fire, you’re filled with that much needed comfort.

You’re home. And it smells so damn good.

If heaven had a scent, this was it. And you might as well be wearing a halo and angel wings.

“Kozume…?” You call out, wondering if it was really your boyfriend in the kitchen creating that mouth-watering aroma.

“...yes, y/n?” He replies slowly, trying to clean up the countertops, a little frustrated that the pie wasn’t finished in time for your arrival.

“Is that you? Or did Gordon Ramsey break into my house and take over my kitchen?” You giggle, waltzing into the kitchen, the stress of the day being alleviated immediately upon seeing those speculative, gold-speckled eyes.

His hands are in his hoodie pockets, but when your form turns corner into the kitchen and makes its way toward him, Kenma draws them out and sneaks his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them gently.

He leans in, his expression a tad quizzical and somewhat mysterious, and whispers…

“You’re an idiot sandwich.”

A laugh bubbles up and out, shaking your whole body as you wrap your arms around his frame. You’d seen him just this morning, but wow you’d missed him and his extensive knowledge of meme culture. Now Kenma has his arms draped around your waist, hands squeezing at your hips a little. Your flustered but smiley expression spurs on a soft chuckle, a gentle yet deep rumbling in his throat.

“I thought you’d be back a little bit later, but I’m glad you’re here.” He murmurs out, voice tired but so soothing to your ears.

“Mmm, I’m glad to be back… now are you gonna tell me what that magnificent smell is? Or should I open up the oven and check?” The cheeky tinge to your voice causes him to pull away from you for a moment to look you in the eye.

“If you want it to turn out well, I’d keep your pretty little hands away from the oven for the next few minutes.” Kenma quips.

You playfully stick out your tongue but then proceed to place a teasing peck between his eyes, making him crinkle his nose cutely.

“So, when you sent me those texts earlier, I might have accidentally made an apple pie.” Kenma admits, looking away.

“Accidentally?” A grin slowly spreads across your face, eyes glinting with humor.

“Yep. Accidentally.” He shrugs, “I found some ingredients and a pie dish and I just accidentally threw it all together. So yeah, how convenient is that?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes.

He’s really something else. And to think your day had previously been wrought with misery and disappointment.

“Mmm I don’t know, Kozume… it doesn’t sound like an accident to me. I think you did it because you wanted to be sweet.” You whisper softly into his ear.

Leaning back to brush away a strand of his hair from his face to get a full visual of his cat-like gaze.

“And why would I do that?” He teases gently.

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe because you love me?” You poke at his shoulder.

“Huh? Love?” He gives you a goofy look, raising both eyebrows in mock confusion. “...Is that some kind of sauce?”

He tries to keep a straight face, but the quirk of his lip gives him away.

You just stare at him before giving in to another fit of rolling giggles. The hearty, unrestrained laughter overtakes the both of you, causing you to double over and clutch your middle in an attempt to hold yourself up. Kenma has his back up against the counter-top, holding the edges of it with both palms to keep himself steady and from falling to the floor.

As you both recover from aching lungs and that cloudy, euphoric feeling, you can’t help but let a smile plaster itself on your face.

Kenma has done many things today.

He gave you a reason to come home with hope in your heart. He’d drawn you into a heartfelt, soul-refreshing hug. He had made you laugh like nobody ever could. He’d even baked you an apple pie.

But best of all, he‘d held you together.

Like he always did.

Every single day, without a doubt in your mind, you could celebrate and smile. Because you would always have this cinnamon-covered cutie to smile and crack up with. He would always brighten the most mundane of weekdays and find the loveliest of ways to match your moods.

You two are like apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream.

And speaking of ice cream…

“Hey, Kozume?” You bring him into one more bear-like hug.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did you get ice cream to go with the apple pie?” You ask, your face preciously tucked into the crook of his neck.

No reply. Had he heard you?

“Kozume? Did-”

Cue a huge sigh from Kenma.

“...Where are my car keys? I need to go to the store immediately.”

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fellowbrock · 4 years

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Cloudy Day-Colby Brock

summary: requested by an adorable anon- "Could you write something based on Y/N always being super happy and the joy to everyone’s day. But one day she’s having a bad day and she try’s really hard to hide it but Colby comforts her and tell her’s it’s okay to feel down sometimes. As much fluff as you want...I’m really in the Colby feels right now - thank you! 💖🥰 xx" sorry if it’s a bit short love!

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warnings: just fluff!! (also they are still in their apartments in this fic :))

The sunny LA weather always seemed to mesh so well with your personality. You were always happy and bubbly. It's one of the things everyone loved about having you around. Anytime one of your friends were in a bad mood, all it would take was 15 minutes with you and they'd forget their troubles. You were always so carefree and full of joy.

This worked especially well with your boyfriend Colby. He himself is a bubbly ball of sunshine when surrounded by friends. But Colby had a tendency to turn dark sometimes. Having you around, he never needed to worry about those darker thoughts clouding his mind. You were always around to lift his spirits and keep him smiling that gorgeous smile of his. Nothing made you happier than making that boy laugh.

Today was different. You woke up just genuinely pissed off. It wasn't a normal occurence for you, maybe sometimes during your period, but that's a given for any girl going through that special time of the month. Today was different, it just felt awful. It didn't help that it was gloomy outside, and your best friend cancelled your plans for the day last minute. No apology, no rain check, not even an explanation. Just a flat out "Can't make it today :(" text. After getting up, you made yourself something to eat and got ready for the day. You picked up your phone after having thrown it across the room out of anger. Thankfully, it wasn't cracked. That would've truly been the cherry on top of everything. You opened your messages app to shoot Colby a text.

'Plans got cancelled, you up to anything today?'you immediately got his reply. 'Just hanging at Sam's! You're welcome to come. Jake, Tara and Kat are here.'

You texted back saying you'd be there soon. The thought of seeing some of your favourite people seemed to warm your heart a bit, but you couldn't completely shake the gloominess you felt today. You just figured you'd put on a happy front and get some Colby cuddles later on. They solved everything.

You arrived at Sam's, greeted by your gorgeous boyfriend at the door. You pulled him into a big hug, letting out a sigh of relief. He hugged you back, pecking your lips.

"Hi gorgeous, I'm glad you could come." He said softly, smiling. You smiled back, not your famous y/n grin, but a smile nonetheless. You followed Colby to the couch where Jake, Tara, and Kat were playing smash bros on Sam's TV. They were all wrapped up in the game, but greeted you before turning back to continue fighting each other and yelling. Colby threw an arm around you, chatting with you and Sam as the others continued. Once their game finished, jake offered you his controller so you could play. You politely refused, not in the mood. This was an odd occurence to him. You often liked to get competitive with your friends, usually winning, but when you lost you were a gracious loser, making you that much more fun to play with. Jake brushed it off and kept playing with the girls. Colby noticed you seemed off but decided not to say anything. - Later, you and Colby went to his apartment to have an at home date night. He ordered food for the two of you while you plopped on his couch, playing with the ring on your finger. Once done on the phone, he came over to you and pulled your hands into his.

"What's up babe? You okay?" It wasn't anything he said, but you burst into tears. He quickly pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. He calmed you down until your tears slowed down. You pulled away from the hug and wiped your face.

"I just, was having a bad day, and I tried so hard to stay happy but it was hard to hide it today." Colby's expression softened and he tucked some hair behind your ear.

"It's okay to have a bad day, as much as we love you when you're bubbly and happy, we love you either way. Everyone has bad days once in a while.You don't have to hide it, you're human." He kisses your forehead and you snuggle into him. Turns out you were right earlier, Colby cuddles make everything better.

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(1) Bucky and The Bed

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Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 5500+

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an 'electronic blackout' during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky's become your personal heater and there's only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff, mutual pinning.

Chapter warning: Language, undressing (graphic), nudity(not graphic), NO smut in this chapter.

A/N: This is my submission for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan ‘s Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! My prompt is, "There's only one bed". I took some inspiration from 'Spy Kids 2' and 'Charlie's Angeles'(2019). Hope I don't disappoint you and you enjoy it!

An unfortunate mix up of thoughts and words. A slip of tongue. It was a simple case of a slip of tongue, which created havoc in not only the building but also Bucky's life.

It was one of the few rare occasions when the entire team was around. Like a family, not by blood but by feelings and emotions. Though a few were lost to fate, some to distance, one to time, they stayed together. Available for each other, always there for each other. Loving each other, taunting each other. Helping each other, making each other stronger. Trusting each other, never to betray each other's trust.

You were one of them too, recruited when Sam was, the new Captain America, his other best friend and partner in crime. You helped Steve Rogers, the former Captain America, take down the parasite in S.H.I.E.L.D. Helped him get back his lost friend, fought the world beside him. Formed with him one of the few platonic relationships you knew you would cherish for life. Fought aliens, got dusted, and got back only to discover him gone to another century, without any chance of being recovered. A curse or a blessing, you were still to process.

Although hurt, the team was recovering. Together. New relationships were formed, old ones were mended. Some out of loneliness, some out of guilt. Some platonic, some not so much.

As the entire team was around, free of missions for a while, free of saving the world, free of helping build the lost world order, free of looking after everyone but themselves, they decided to have some fun. Drink and let loose amongst themselves. Be happy and make those around them happy. They decided on the forever classic, alcohol induced truth and dare.

They were a group of superheroes, some of them having been traveled to different planets even. It was safe to say they were daring. Very daring. So much so that hardly anyone chose 'truth', and the ones that did were bullied into taking 'dare'. More than half the group was composed of spies, assassins, and a mind reader. They knew more than half the truths anyway.

As the bottle spun, your age-old best friend's turn came. You dared Sam to twerk. A collection of oohs and aahs rose. Everyone wanted to know what the new America's Ass looked like in action.

"Aw, man! Don't you got something else?" He protested.

"Don't be a chicken, Sammy."

"Chicken, your ass." That was all the prompting he needed. He confidently walked to the center of the room, supported himself on his knees, and moved his hips in the sinful motion, jutting his ass out with some extra effort every time he went low. Oh, he twerked well, really well.

"Hey sweetcheeks, c'mon join in." and that was all the invitation you needed. None but he knew the true and raw magic in your hips.

You went just as confidently and started twerking. You were the best of the best in this regard. The cheering you both received with your asses wiggling in the air was much more raunchier. You enjoyed the attention.

Bucky enjoyed the sight.

Bucky knew that things had become wild in the twenty-first century, but discovering that the obscene movements you and Sam did with your butts was accepted, enjoyed and encouraged openly was another shocking piece of information he had received. Not that he was complaining. If he had thought Sam did well, you were a whole another level of fineness in his eyes.

Enamoured as he was already with you, his eyes couldn't leave the enrapturing movement of your divine hips. He didn't understand how one could move their hips in such a flawless and mesmerizing manner.

He had meant to say, 'How the fuck do you do that?'. Somehow, he remembered that people today used 'do' as another term for 'fuck'. Somehow, the line re-entered his brain as, 'How the fuck do you fuck that?'. Most of his attention was on your hips. He was mostly unconscious of his thoughts at the moment. The end result?

"How do you fuck that?"

A pin drop silence followed. All eyes, wide and surprised, turned to Bucky. You and Sam stopped your ministrations and turned to him too. Bucky didn't understand why he became the center of attention all of a sudden. Until he did.

Oh shit.

A couple of days later, you and Bucky were sent on a last minute mission together. A group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents needed some more help. Well, actually, a lot of help. Fierce and flawless, you and Bucky were equivalent to a mini-army together. Fury sent the pair of you in.

With your much needed help, the mission was a success despite the initial slim chances. The agents returned to the headquarters in their respective modes of transportation. Ever the diligent, you and Bucky decided to do a final sweep of the area before abandoning the site.

You were glad you did, because you both found a man not much later, seemingly your rival and half dead, tapping right and left furiously on a small white octagonal box. With a gun raised, both of you stalked towards him soundlessly. Before you could do anything as you approached him, with a single final push of his thumb, an almost invisible forceful wave rolled out of the white box, throwing you off your feet and pushing Bucky significantly back.

You thought you had passed out for a second there. You felt dazed and your eardrums stung, the silence around you deafening. You looked around, tried to blink the haziness out of your eyes but couldn't. Your limbs felt heavy. It was a difficult work to will your body to switch to an upright position. When you did, you saw Bucky at his knees, examining the unconscious man. Feeling nauseous and dizzy, you slowly made your way to him.

"Dead," Bucky said, sighing in disappointment. You looked around yourself. The force blast hadn't really disturbed anything other than yourselves in your sight. You needed to know why the man had his last breaths spent on operating that box instead of trying to run away for his life. Why had it caused what it did? What were the effects?

Feeling an impending doom, you asked, "What was it?"

Bucky shrugged. He turned towards the white octagonal box which laid half split, a few electric sparks coming out of it. "What is that?"

"Never seen anything like it before." You said, pressuring your still fazed brain to recognize it. Deciding to take it in for S.H.I.E.L.D. to look into and identify what it was, you held the split pieces in your hands and after sweeping the area one more time, made your way back to the quinjet.

You couldn't get the ramp at the hind side to set down. Usually, your voice activation was enough, but FRIDAY did not respond no matter how much you spoke. You tried to manually open it through the control panel embedded in the suit of your forearm but found out that it had shut down. You asked Bucky to do it, whose own control panel was in a similar situation. You tried to contact the headquarters with your comms. The comms were rendered useless too. "That's weird."

After you couldn't even open the doors by the well-hidden mini control panel outside of the quinjet, you panicked. Never had this happened before, neither were you ever prepared for a situation like this.

Any and every electronic item in your reach didn't work. Had one or few of your wireless gadgets malfunctioned, you would have understood the force blast had caused it. But this? It was total abandonment by the technology you and your life heavily relied on. And none of it worked. You failed to understand how it had happened. What would you call it? An 'electronic blackout'?

Oh shitty shit.

Accepting that nothing would come out of your futile attempts, you and Bucky decided to look for shelter in the crisp winter air and over the two feet thick snow covered grounds. Whichever direction you craned your neck in, you'd only see towers of dark bottle green leaves atop white grounds, a gloomy atmosphere all around with the sun resting behind the thick clouds.

You tried to remember if there were any safe houses where you two were stranded. Nothing came to your mind. Feeling defeated and lost, you and Bucky kept walking in the direction he thought you could find civilization and help.

In time, the cold was getting to you. Bucky was a super soldier, but you were only a human. The suits you wore were made of a material meant to keep you warm despite being not much thick. However, they weren't made for the extreme conditions you were currently in. Your ears were exposed to the much chilly winds which kept a constant inflow of tremors down your spine, and your gloves were fingerless. You didn't realize it then that your boots had loosened, possibly due to the same force wave which had caused this blackout, and melted snow slipped down to your feet, worsening your state. You were screwed.

Nonetheless, you kept walking with arms wrapped around yourself, shivering continuously. Though the serum made Bucky much resistant to the cold than you, he wasn't immune to it. He didn't shiver, but his body felt the bite of the cold.

He noticed your shivering. He noticed you slowing down. You were taking much smaller steps, just following him, the unease from the cold not permitting you to think at all. He reached behind and pulled you to his side, wrapping his flesh arm around you and rubbing the parts of your arm accessible to him.

After the slip up a couple of days ago, the team had teased both him and you endlessly. They were brutal. He had apologized to you several times after that and explained what he had originally wanted to say. Honestly, you were heavily disappointed he didn't really mean it. It was just a slip up and nothing more, no matter how much you wished it were.

Unknown to you, Bucky did like you, more than a friend, more than a confidante, but didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. After losing Steve, he valued his close friendships even more. So he stuck to being friends, just friends.

As his arm comforted you, you leaned into him, the tempting warmth of his body inviting you. You only nodded when he said, "Hopefully, we'll find something here. It's gonna be okay." Your shoulder rested on his chest as you both walked along silently. You trusted him, so you followed his lead.

You walked for hours it seemed until he heard a frail dejected whisper, "Hey, Bucky," his gaze swept over, concerned. Your eyes were closed, body numb. He stopped walking and turned to you, holding your face in his flesh arm only.

"Hey, Y/N! Y/N, look at me. You're strong. We're gonna be ok, hmm? Tell me what's wrong, sweety." Your eyes were still closed, but you were consciousness. You felt tired, really tired. He hadn't realized that for the last few minutes, Bucky was only dragging your semi conscious body with him.

You somehow willed your eye lids to open. Squinting at the inflow of light, you took him in. He looked scared, very scared.

"I don't think I can walk anymore, Bucky. Tired, so tired." The cold had gotten to you. Hours of walking against the wants of nature had gotten to you , especially after the dizziness you felt from the force wave which had thrown you off your feet. You were extremely exhausted.

"It's ok, we're gonna be okay!" He repeated the same lines over and over again, rubbing your face and arms in hopes to induce some warmth in your body . "We're gonna find a warm place, Y/N. We just need some more time."

Bucky looked around frantically, hoping to find a good enough spot for you, but all he saw was snow for miles and miles ahead in every direction. He stirred you to a nearby tree and leaned you against it.

"Y/N, Y/N look at me." he caressed your cheek, "I'm gonna run ahead and find us a place real quick, okay? You need to help me. Stay here for me, alright? Do not move. Do not fall asleep. We're gonna get you to a warm place, and there you can rest all you want."

Leaving you against the tree, trusting you to stand upright and not fall into the snow, he went out in search of a hospitable place. Bucky swore he had never run as fast as he did that day. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears. The fear of something happening to you, of losing yet another friend, it did something to him. He thanked God for making him a super soldier, so that he could run as fast as he did. But then thinking of you, he damned God for not making you one, or so your life wouldn't have been in danger from such extreme cold.

After speeding through the thick layer of snow for miles, he found a cabin in a small clearing in the middle of nowhere, covered in snow all around. It definitely looked inhabitable. He climbed up the steps and was about to break the lock of the main door with his metal door but thought better of it. He looked under the door mat and above the door panel and found a spare key which opened the door. Idiots, he thought, but realised those idiots were the reason he had found shelter to keep you safe. Thanking his luck, something which he rarely did, he quickly ran back to fetch you.

Your limbs felt tied down to weights, your body felt numb and unresponsive. Your head ached mercilessly, and you shivered uncontrollably. Yet you leaned against the tree, fighting against yourself to stay upright. You didn't know if your were feeling sleepy from exhaustion or were slipping into unconsciousness from the cold. Either way, you tried not to close your eyes for long intervals.

Bucky found you in a much worse state than he had left you in. When he took a hold of your shoulders to drag you again, you gave out a soundless whine, only puffs of translucent white coming out of your mouth.

"Walk no more Bucky, no more." You couldn't walk anymore and you couldn't form a proper line either . Fearing your condition, Bucky panicked even more.

He put your hands securely around his neck, "Hold on tight, princess, okay? I found us a place. A warm place. Don't you worry , princess." He was more convincing himself than telling you.

You wordlessly nodded at him. He picked you up in his strong arms bridal style and jogged towards his destination, careful not to disrupt you much. Eyes closed again, your head lolled on his chest. You nuzzled closer to him, needing more of his warmth.

He looked down at you, eyes closed and brows furrowed, trying to keep the vicious cold out. You clutched onto him like your life depended on it. Well, it actually did.

"Just a few more moments, Y/N. Don't close your eyes, doll. C'mon, please don't." He knew he whined like a baby, but didn't care. "I need you to stay awake for me."

You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and sleep forever, but the desperate tone in his voice compelled you to open your eyes.

"Not sleeping, Buck. I'm awake." you assured him in a faint whisper.

"That's like my girl, Y/N." He leaned down and gently kissed your forehead. It was just a small peck, but it warmed you up more that his body did. Moreover, he had called you his girl. Oh, if only he knew how much you wanted to be his girl. It caused your heart rate to increase, swarming your insides a little with butterflies.

You knew you needed to keep your eyes open and not fall into the grasp of unconsciousness. You needed a distraction from the cold biting at your exposed skin. As far as you could see, you only had the never ending white snow, dull cloudy sky and Bucky's beautiful face in front of you. The latter was something you could gladly focus at endlessly. So you did.

You took in every feature of his charming face, how his dark hair contrasted his now pale skin, how the endless white around him brought out the majestic blue in his eyes, how his lips looked deliciously pink surrounded by his scruff, how much he looked like an angel - your saviour, your guardian.

Bucky sensed you staring at him and gently smiled at you. "Almost there, doll." Yeah, you could be his doll forever.

As soon as he reached the abandoned house, he carried you through the already unlocked main door and set you down on the worn out couch. It was cold, and all the body heat which you had acquired from Bucky went into the comfortable but cold surface of the couch. However, you couldn't do much except lay down and shiver, your mind blocking out all of your senses.

None of the electronics seemed to work, so finding the radiator was a lost cause. Bucky glanced at the fireplace. Fortunately, there were enough logs to last a day if he used them smartly. He immediately put some logs inside the brick structure and fired them up. He only allowed himself to relish in the heat after he put aside the center table and pushed the couch which you sat upon closer to the source of blissful heat .

You looked nearly unconscious, wanting nothing than to give in to the seduction of sleep. Sighing, he moved towards you. Taking your hands in his, he said, "Doll, I told you I'd bring you to a warm place, didn't I?" He slowly, affectionately stroked your hair. "I'm gonna get you some food and warm clothes. Be right back before you know it." He brought your hands to his lips and kissed each once with considerable force. You moved your head in the slightest, which he could only assume was a nod.

You both were lucky you found a place to spend the night in. Bucky didn't know the exact time, but sensed it would be dark soon, and one look at the window confirmed his suspicions. Now all he had to do was keep you and him sound and safe until you figured out what to do about the situation and how to get back.

He looked around the house for its resources. The house looked old. The kitchen cabinets were somewhat adequately filled for a short stay and there was a separate gas cylinder and stove. Sure some of the items in the there were expired and the cylinder felt more than half empty when he lifted it, but he could make do with them. He had to.

The kitchen was directly behind the living room, and there were only one other room in the house. A bedroom with an attached bathroom. He quickly rummaged through the closets he saw and pulled out the only two single blankets and some warm clothes he could find.

He carried them to your considerably less shivering form. He knelt down and lifted your legs to open your boots. Finding your feet totally soaked, he cursed and dried them with a towel he had found. A new wave of warmth spread through you as you watched him fret over you.

He needed to get you out of the half soaked jumpsuit you wore. His own was soaked too, but you were more important at the moment.

He took your hands in his once again, "Y/N, princess, you need to get out of this wet suit." He helped your reluctant form into a sitting position and placed a few of the warm clothes in your lap.

"I'll be in the other room while you change, alright?" He turned to leave but you caught his wrist in your hand in a vice grip. He looked down at it and then your face, your eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness.

"Can you do it for me, Bucky?" Your soft voice asked him. You were too spent at the moment to remove a wet, sticky and skin tight suit from your body. Neither did you have the energy nor the patience. Lethargy had already nestled itself in you.

You didn't like it at all. Not the part where your brain registered that Bucky would touch you in a way he hadn't ever before. You hated the part where you so helpless. You were a grown ass woman, not needing anyone's help in your self-made life. However, as the adrenaline had rushed out of your body long ago, you couldn't care moving anymore after resting your limbs. Besides, it was Bucky you had asked help from. Not some arrogant prick, but your sweet Bucky.

He looked taken aback by your request, but gulping, he gently asked you, "Are you sure, Y/N?"

You took a moment to deeply look into his eyes before answering, "Yes Bucky, I trust you." His heart swelled.

Trust. What a simple thing it was. Could easily be broken by the ones you had known and trusted for longest in the blink of an eye, but took years upon years to form and strengthen. He knew not many people trusted him, the Winter Soldier inside him, which had become just as much of a part of him as his metal arm. But you did, and he reveled in it, his heart beating joyously.

He nodded and smiled at you once before his hands reached your zipper at the front of your jumpsuit. He pulled it down slowly and carefully. As soon as he saw the hint of your cleavage and the starting bulge of your breasts, he cast his eyes behind you after a second of taking it in, no matter how much he wanted to divulge in the sight of you, but kept pulling the zipper down until it reached its end. He was not going to take your advantage in anyway. He'd only take you in with your permission when you were as conscious as the day and not in the half unresponsive state you seemed to be in.

He pulled you up and stared to slide the fabric, which seemed to stick to your skin, down your shoulders. You rolled your shoulders back to help him. Warmth seeped in wherever he touched you, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin not only due to the cold but also for another reason entirely. He moved down and dragged your skinny jumpsuit off your legs.

You wore a pair of panties and sports bra beneath the suit, without any clasps. You needed to remove any and all the wet clothes off of you. Bucky didn't know what to do next. You made the decision for him.

You grasped his head and forced his eyes on yourself, "It's okay Bucky. I trust you."

He nodded again, heart thrumming loudly as he took the sides of your bra in his hands, careful not to touch your breasts, and lifted it up and over your head, all the while looking at your eyes which fought to stay open. He would never ever take advantage of you, no matter how easy it would be. The initial resistance which he felt in the upliftment of your bra due to the swell of your breasts made him blush, but he manged to move pass it. He had undressed many dames during his time, but you were the first after being free from HYDRA.

You only had enough energy to push your panties down and let gravity do the work. You lightly kicked them and your suit away after they pooled at your feet. Bucky tried very hard not to think about the beauty in front of him in all her glory. Many thoughts invaded his mind, most of them sinful ones. His inner demons clawed at his soul to get just a look, but god forbid he ever acted on them. You trusted him, he wasn't going to let that trust go. He immediately grabbed a shirt and a pair of thick sweats from the couch behind you and made you wear them, eyes never once straying from yours.

After he covered you up in more layers, he made you sit down wrapped up in a thick layer of the only two blankets. He freed your hair from your ponytail, ruffling it a little for you. He quickly changed in the only other room and made a soup with the ingredients he could find. It tasted shit, but all your cared about was the heat it provided and the appetite it fulfilled.

He spoon fed you as you sat on the couch, wrapped up in the blankets like a cocoon, hands holding them tight around you. He would blow off the excess heat for you before bringing them to your lips, and repeated it patiently, affectionately. You appreciated it very much.

After having some for himself, he slouched down on the couch beside you, finally relaxing. You were more aware of your senses now, having recovered from the cold and exhaustion you had felt earlier with some food inside you now. However, your headache still persisted. You felt sleepy still, but not to the degree you thought you would collapse like before.

You looked at Bucky, who was under a few warm cloths himself but without a blanket, eyes closed and head rested on top of the backrest. You realised it was only one of the few times you had seen him truly relax. He looked really peaceful. Calm and serene, almost like a harmless baby. And oh so handsome.

Without any second thoughts, you shifted closer to him, snuggling into him. You repositioned the blankets so that it engulfed you both.

"You need it more than I do, doll." He started to untangle himself but you held him close, "Just relax and come here, Bucky."

Still stimulated from earlier, Bucky desperately tried not to think of the unintentional pun you used, or he'd soon have a situation going on downwards.

You knees were tucked under your chin as your entire body leaned on Bucky, your head and one of your palms resting on his chest, drawing random patterns. His flesh arm came up and pulled you further into his side as it circled around your shoulder and rubbed your upper arm. The motion so soothing and the warmth from not only the fireplace but also Bucky so alluring, you thought you'd enter the land of gleeful dreams right there.

You felt wholesome in that moment. Maybe it was because of the close proximity only, maybe something more. Whatever it was, you wanted to enjoy it thoroughly.

Nostalgia had hit Bucky when he was taking care of you. An unqualified nurse? Bucky was certified for that, courtesy to his scrawny blonde friend back in the day. He took care of you as he had for his friend. A sense of responsibility, worry, genuine concern, all had been there, but there was something more too. Something he couldn't pinpoint. He had felt something tugging at his heart. He didn't know what, but it did. It made him nervous and excited all at once, but he didn't know what to make of it as the two of you sat in silence for long, drowned in your own thoughts.

Soon it was dark outside, the fireplace the only source of light. The atmosphere chilled even further. As Bucky came back to his place after adding more firewood, you immediately wrapped your arms around him, not liking the brief inflow of cool air when he had moved. You buried your head deep into his chest as much as you could from your position. He laughed.

"Hey, Bucky," he hummed in response. You leaned away a bit to look straight into his blue grey eyes.

"Thank you for everything." You wanted to say so much more, but you felt overwhelmed.

Cupping your cheeks, he turned towards you, "No doll, you don't need to thank me for that. I'll always take care of ya, you know that right?"

You covered his palms and said, "No Bucky, you don't understand. I was thinking, wondering what would've happened if you weren't there. If I were alone..." The feminist in you didn't want to admit it, but you knew that was the truth at the moment.

"I couldn't even walk throughout. You carried me here, took care of me, changed me, fed me. You saved me today, Bucky. You saved me. If not for you..." Tears welled up in your eyes as you opened your mouth but nothing came out of it.

"Shh, shh, no honey," He hugged you tightly, rubbing your back, "You're safe, you're fine."

You sobbed into his neck, "God, I feel so pathetic, Bucky. You had to take care of me like a baby. I am a grown woman, an Avenger, for heaven's sake. Have been for years. I should've been stronger than that. And now I'm crying like a child." Somehow, the realization made you cry harder.

You didn't know why it was happening, why you were crying so hard. You've had near death experiences countless times before. Hell, you were even dusted, dead in a way, and brought back. This wasn't much life threatening. You were safe. You were alive. Yet you continued grieving what could've happened but didn't.

"Hey, hey, doll," with one hand under your knees, Bucky took placed your sniffing form on his lap sideways. You head was still in the crook of his neck and his arms embraced you, enveloping you, keeping you away from any fears you had, any regrets you had. He rocked you fondly, his cheek on your head.

"It was the blackout Y/N, it wasn't you." He comforted you, "Y/N, this wasn't our mission. Your mission was to back up our agents and you did, you did it perfectly doll. This...this is something none of us know about. It's well below freezing temperature outside. You can't win against the nature, doll."

He rocked you and whispered soothing words until you had calmed down. You weren't sure why you did that. Bucky and you had always been close, just like you and Sam. You confided in each other, supported and comforted each other. If you ever did show your vulnerable side, it was only in front of them. But it hardly ever came down to this.

"Sorry Bucky, you had to see that," you pulled back a little to look at him. He wiped your tear stained cheeks with his thumb. His nonjudgmental eyes looked at you, an understanding smile on his face.

"Doll, it's okay. You've let it all out, it's good. You feeling alright now?" Although you still felt a little embarrassed by it, you mumbled out a small, "Yeah."

"Fuck the snow for snow for making you cry." You replied, "How do you fuck that?" You both laughed a little.

Lost in your eyes, his hand moved from caressing your cheeks to caressing your tender neck. You looked up at him but were unable to focus on any single feature of his. His eyes, so soft; his smile, so pure; his lips, so juicy.

You tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ear, your palm on his cheek. Bucky felt his heart dance around his chest. You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he unknowingly moved his head following the descent of your eyes and you pecked the corner of his lips.

Unsure of what to do about it, you dropped your head in the crook of his neck, as if it were normal for friends to go around kissing the corner of each others mouth. It wasn't. But you thought that if Bucky had a problem, he'd say something. He didn't.

Bucky didn't know if he was more remorseful or thankful for not fully turning his face and having your soft, luscious lips right on his.

It was then when all his nicknames started coming to you. Sure, he'd use them, but it was rare. That day you had heard more nicknames from him than you had in the entirety of your friendship. Doll, princess, sweetheart, honey... Not having heard those from this man before, in his sweet yet hard voice before. It did things to you, made your heart pound faster, your core heat up.

It was also then that you noticed one thing other than his strong and broad thighs beneath you. You leaning into him, him feeling your breasts pressed to the side of his chest, him taking in your sweet scent, it woke his nervous system. Moreover, in rocking you, Bucky had also rocked the nerves down there, the stimulus encouraging an inflow of blood, making not only his penis hard but also harder to hide it from you.

He prayed to heaven's that you didn't notice. You did, but you tried to make no indication that you did. However, he understood from the way you stiffened atop him that you did notice it. He was convinced that you'd hate him now.

Feeling immensely embarrassed, he unceremoniously stood up and dropped you on the couch.

"Uh, I'll just, uh, I'll just set up the fireplace in the bedroom. It's been a long day." He wiped his sweaty palms on his bottoms and bolted out of the living room.

You were low-key in shock. You desperately hoped you made him hard, but your rational side told you it was just because of the physical contact. He'd be in the same situation even if it were somebody else. Your presence didn't really matter to him. The thought made you physically hurt.

As Bucky set up the fireplace in the bedroom, it then struck to his mind. There was only one bedroom, which meant there was only one bed. He glanced at the queen sized bed bed behind him and then at his raging boner. Somewhere in the back of his head, he could hear Sam roaring with laughter at his predicament.

He knew it was going to be a long, long night.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! There is going to be lots of soft!bucky cuddling and pinning in the upcoming chapters, I don't live in a place where it snows and I don't really know how people hold up or how the houses actually are in such places. Sorry for the inaccuracies you find. Good or bad, your feedback is always welcome!

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Chapter Three: Let’s Try It

"I mean he can't honestly be real right? Maybe I'm just super crazy and it's all a figment in my head?" Mia spoke into the phone. "I really need you here to tell me if I'm crazy or not." She sighed kicking the bed leg as she paced the room. "So just call me back please." After her date with Paul, Mia decided it was a good idea to stop and get some food and just relaxed in the hotel room watching random movies on tv. The next morning she found herself antsy, she needed to go and do something. She tried calling Callie but only seemed to get her voice mail today. Maybe she would get her later tonight. Quickly checking her phone she saw the weather was supposed to be nice and warm with no rain, then looking through what they had to do in town. There didn't seem like they had much in town that she could do, a lot of it seemed like it was for hiking but going fully hiking alone didn't seem like the brightest idea but maybe there were some small trails around. After that thought, she grabbed her small back and dropping the contents on the bed before filling it with some snacks and water. Maybe she should stop at the hiking shop and get some actual hiking shoes and get a trail map, they had to have one at least. Throwing her wallet in the bag and room key Mia headed out the door for the day. At least her phone didn't lie to her, it was sunny out and actually warm for was, Mia was glad that she was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. She wasn't used to so much dark and gloomy. Putting up her GPS she found herself heading to a 'Newton's Olympic Outfitters' which just like everything else in the town, was just off the main road. It didn't take long to get there or to find as a huge sign was sitting by the side of the road leading to a store that looked like it might have once been a barn at one point. A little matching house was sitting off to the side of it but parking in front of the barn she saw the open sign and headed on inside. The store was small like the rest of the town, slightly crowded but she could easily see shoes on the back wall of the store. Since she only needed basic sneakers, she quickly picked a pair that fit her and had some purple and she went to find a map. Finding a row of them close to the counter she tried to find one that didn't cross any mountains in the area. "Hi, can I help you with something?" A voice said in front of her, looking up she saw a guy around her age, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he flicked it away. A perfect customer service smile on his face when he looked down at her. "Yeah actually, I want to go for a little walk but not one that will take forever and it would be okay for me to do alone." Mia said trying to explain to him. He pulled a highlighter out of a tin that was next to him, Pulling the trail map closer to him making a face as he looked at the map he highlighted a route before giving it back to her. "This is probably what you'll be looking for. Takes a couple of hours, maybe two or three. If you get to about here." He circled a spot in the center of the trail. "There is a fall right about here, nice little rest stop and bathroom. Not too much hiking and nothing too steep so you won't need anything besides a pair of sneakers which you already got." He told her giving her a small smile. "Awesome, thanks well then I'll take this and a couple of these snack bars and I'll be all set then." She told him placing her stuff on the counter and pulling out her wallet. "Is this your first time in Forks?" He asked making small talk as he rang her up. "Yeah, I was just passing through and needed something to do." Mia told him shrugging her shoulders "There isn't really too much besides hiking and I don't really hike." "Small town life really. I grew up here basically, you get hiking the beach and lots of hanging out with people watching movies. The total comes to ninety-seven thirty-two." The cashier told her placing her items in a small bag. pulling out the money she gave him a small smile. "Well, then I might end coming back to find a new trail. Have a good day." She told her before hopping in her car and following the map, she easily found the spot that the trail he marked out started. Luckily it seemed to be well-traveled, the path was marked about they even had a small picnic area and bathroom. There were even a couple of cars next to hers so at least she wasn't alone completely. Switching out her shoes and throwing her bar in her backpack she found herself heading towards the woods. It wasn't something she would normally do but since her options were limited might as well gain some new experiences. Mia found herself surrounded by green, she could hear birds flying through the trees, animals scurrying across the ground in the bush just slightly unseen. The sound of her feet crushing across the twigs and leaves. She could even hear laughing seemingly coming from up head somewhere. It was peaceful, she wasn't sure how much time was passed but it seemed like no time at all she found herself new the falls, it was pretty that was for sure, it led out to a small pond below and a river that went off the other way. A family of four were playing in the shallow, another couple seemed to be setting up a small picnic. She found a nice spot on a flat rock where the sun shone, taking off her socks and sneakers she slipped her feet in the cool water, enjoying the sunlight on her face. "Well look who we have here." A voice said behind her, raising her hand against the sun to the person who spoke to her. Mia smiled when she realized Paul was sitting down beside her, enjoying the fact that he was once again shirtless like the first time on the beach. "Bit of a stalker." Mia teased him as she patted the rock beside her to have him sit. "Do you like following me around?" "Please, you are in my town and I am on the whim of a child." Paul gestured to a child around maybe six or seven from Mia's guess, She was splashing around which someone from Paul's friends' group, giggling as she splashed him with water. "But that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you here. I'd stalk you much more if I get time with you." "Oh yes, the highlight of your day right there." Mia joked, laughing at him shaking her head. "It is actually. My life hadn't started since you walked into my life." Paul said, Mia froze for a second as she turned to look out at him, staring at his serious face before she burst into laughter. "What kind of line is that?" She asked when she finally caught her breath, a stitch in her side growing as she looked at him. "Only the most perfect fitting one." Paul smirked at her and chuckled, though he was serious he didn't want to scare her away and if she knew how serious he was she would drive away and never come back. "You're something else Paul that's for sure." "Oh, I know darling." "So what's up with all these pet names?" Mia asked swinging her feet in the water besides Paul's much longer ones. "I'm trying to find the most perfect one for you, nothing seems fitting yet though so I'm trying them all out." Paul explained to her resting his arms around her shoulder as Mia leaned into him grinning. "Is pet names your thing?" Mia asked curiously, she has never been called anything besides babe and that was more exs calling her out of habit at that point. It wasn't a very special or sweet thing. "Not really, Few times the girls I was dating asked me to call them certain names. I figured why not give it a shot." "Well as long as you don't call me bae or just babe. Those suck." Mia told him "Noted. Now..do you mind if I kiss you?" Paul asked her, grinning down at her. Mia nodded her head pushing herself closer to Paul when he leaned down to meet her. Mia didn't know what was so different about kissing Paul but he was by far the best kisser. He seemed to do everything right, placed his hands where she wanted, turned his head the right way. He was warmth surrounded her, it made her feel safe and let all her insecurities melt away. She would have given up anything to just continue kissing her for the rest of her life, which was a slightly terrifying thought but she could always worry about that later. The way she was so comfortable around him was strange, she would normally never openly making out with a person but maybe it was a connection. That or she was overthinking and making up things in her head. She really needed to see Callie but Mia didn't even know where in the world she was right now. Mia didn't know how long they sat there kissing but it had to be a while as Paul's friend came over to get Paul's attention, the little girl following closely behind him carrying a little basket. "Sorry to interrupt the two love birds but Claire is ready to eat and I figured if we ate without you you'd get upset." His friend grinned at him and turned to her. "Hi, I'm Quil, you must be Mia." He said giving her a small wave "Ohhh Paul has talked all about you." Claire said smiling at the two of them, twirling the basket around. "Shh Claire that's a secret." Paul said laughing as held his finger to his lips, "We can't let her know we like her." Paul said as he looked over and winked at Mia. "Okay, I won't tell her anything you said." Claire said smiling. "He said a lot about you though." Claire said smiling as she dragged Quil over to the picnic table that was nestled in the trees a bit back. "So you talk about me?" Mia asked grinning at Paul as they got up and headed to join the other two. "Whatcha say bout me?" "Just the fact you're the most amazing girl I have ever met." Paul told her flinging his arm over her shoulder pulling her closer. "Oh, so just the love of your life basically." Mia teased sitting down on the bench across from Quil. "Exactly, I'm glad you get me, no one really does." Paul told her, pulling out what it looked to be a stack of sandwiches for ten people out of the basket and a couple bags of chips. "Pick whatever you want." Paul told her as Mia just gave him a look. "You get used to the amount we eat. It's why ladies always eat first." Quil said helping Claire with a bag of chips and her sandwich. "But that means we get the best stuff." Claire said grinning as she started to eat her chips. Mia grabbed a sandwich labeled potato salad and a bag of Doritos and started to eat. "It really is the best." Mia said taking another bite of her sandwich, she was never too picky but this had to be the greatest sandwich she had. "And that would be Emily's cooking. Told you it was great from real food to just sandwiches. The woman can cook." Paul said devouring what had to be his third sandwich already. "Auntiee said she's going to teach me. She taught me to make cookies." Claire informed her smiling. "Cookies are a great start." Mia told her, turning her attention to Quil when he spoke "So Mia, you sticking around?" He questioned her "Quil!" Paul yelled at him, giving him a death glare as he slightly started to shake which was a little odd. But Mia was unfazed by the question. The truth is she wasn't sure what she should do, everything had such good and bad things and she was worried that she was going to make the wrong decision over something stupid. "It's fine. I'm not sure yet really. I have a lot of options but I haven't figured it out really." Mia explained "Any of those options staying around here?" Quil teased giving her a wink "Kinda, I have a friend who actually lives in Seattle, she goes to school there. Then there is a Peninsula College that has my degree and looks pretty good. So it's not exactly right here but I kinda like the area so I'm not sure I want to go away quite yet." She explained to him. "I need some like pro, con list honestly." "Well we would like if you stay, not to like, make your decision but you know, we decided we like you already and it be nice if you were around more. You won't be lonely." Quil rambled to her, giving her a soft smile at the end. "That's nice to know, I never really been completely alone besides maybe driving out." "We can be best friends." Claire put in also smiling at her. "And you can be friends with Auntiee and Kim and Sarah and maybe even Leah. But she can be a bit mean but not to me but to older people. You can meet them though. We get to have a barbeque and fire tomorrow. I don't get to go to the fire cause it be late but you can come. Right Paul she can come?" The tiny girl asked, looking at Paul giving him a look that he wasn't allowed to say no. "She can. I was actually going to invite her but you did it for me." Paul told her, shaking his head as he started to pick up the mess on the table. "It is true tho, I was going to call you until I saw you here. It's going to be like around five that it starts if you're not too busy." Paul said turning towards her. "Nope no plans, along as I'm not like interrupting or anything." Mia said shrugging her shoulders. "Oh no, we all knew he was going to invite you. It was actually Emily's idea, so you can meet everyone." Quil put in. "Everyone?" Mia questioned as she picked up the last of the trash, pausing at the word. She was not good with a bunch of people especially if she didn't know any of them. She could already feel her anxiety rising for something that was still a day away. "Yeah the whole group of us, we can be overwhelming at first but we really are bad. Or a gang. Some people think that." Quil explained. "It be okay really if it gets too much we can always leave. No problem." Paul comforted her, placing his warm hands on her hips pulling her close. "They really aren't that bad though. Besides Quil, he's the worst." Paul faked whispered in her ear kissing her cheek. "Excuse me, I'm the best of you are all. Claire here would agree won't you?" He said swinging the little girl upon his shoulders as she giggled away. "The bestest!" She yelled, wrapping her tiny arms around his forehead making sure she didn't fall off. "Of course she agrees, that's cheating." Paul said laughing, slipping his hand down to intertwine with Mia as they made their way to the path after grabbing her bag and slipping on her shoes again. "Which way did you park?" Paul asked her. "To the left." She said nodding her head towards that way. "We are towards the right. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then? If you actually want to go, no pressure." Paul said nervously "No, I do." "Okay good, I'll text you the address. See you later sugar." Paul said gently kissing her before pulling away. "Buhbyes buttercup." Mia said giving him a wink before making her way back to her car. The day couldn't.t have gone better honestly and she got to see Paul tomorrow which makes it even better. She made her way to her car relatively fast, she did really need to talk to Callie to have help to figure out what she should do for schooling. Maybe she would be around by the time she got back to the hotel room which would be nice. She could always expect Callie to be honest, even if she didn't agree they were good at calling each other out when they were about to do something stupid or did something. Sure it made them fight but they always ended up working things out in the end and that's all that really mattered. So Mia made her way back to the hotel room, quickly throwing her bag on the bed she tried to Callie but once again getting voicemail. Sighing she threw her phone on the bed before heading to the shower and then coming up with an outfit for tomorrow. After that, she found herself on the bed making a pro/con list for every place she wanted to go. She crossed out going down south, the only thing she had going for it was the fact it was warm and close to Disney. So it led to New York or here. Mia jumped when her phone began to ring, quickly looking at the phone she saw that it was Callie. "I'm sorry, it's been a hell of a day." Callie apologized when Mia answered the phone. "You're lucky I need you or else I would be very mad at you right now." Mia said glaring at her best friend despite her not being able to see it. "Okay I am here to help! What am I helping with?" Callie questioned "To go to school, well where to more exactly. I got it down to back in New York or Settle or Port Angles which is close to where I am now. But I don't want to make some dumb decision cause realistically I want to stay here just for Paul and I'm pretty sure you would want to kill me just for saying that." Mia rambled throwing herself on the bed waiting for Callie to go off. Oddly she remained quiet on the other end for a while. "Can you get the degree that you wanted? Like you won't be compromising that?" Callie eventually asked her. "No it has exactly what I need and the school ratings are the same." Mia told her. "So you aren't giving up your education, so what's the downside?" Callie asked her. "The weather for one, it's always raining." "Well not like it's different from where you would go in New York just different types of weather." "That's true. But it's also a small town area and I don't know if I wanted that or not. And then my parents would pay tuition if I go to New York but they won't help me here." "You still have your whole life to move outta of small town so I don't think that's a big worry, you should be doing school stuff mainly so worry about the big town when you have the freedom to do whatever you want. And I told you I have your money covered.." "But the way.." "Yeah yeah, I know the way I get the money isn't up to your moral standards but I'm okay with it and If it gets you away from your controlling ass family. I'm fully okay with it." Callie interrupted Mia. "Fine, I get it. I just don't want to be that girl, the goal who changes her life over some guy. And not like we are even a thing anyways. I just like him and he makes me feel nice." Callie burst out laughing at that. "Mia, sweetie, you are that chick. You're the girl who loves someone after knowing them for a week. The girl who will debate moving across the country because of the possibility of dating a guy. That is exactly who you are. And where most times that is a bad thing, this time I don't think it is. You're not giving up school for him, you're just picking a different school. And you are finally gaining some freedom for once. So sure it's not exactly a perfect plan it isn't awful." Callie explained to her. "What happens if it doesn't work out then?" Mia said, shocked by her friend's answer expecting so much worse than that. "Well you aren't directly in town with him, so it won't be so bad really. And of course, you might not work so don't get super hopes up you did just met him, but maybe a little. It be nice if it did. And I can visit you there!" Callie told her "You can! Where are you today?" Mia asked her "Heading to New York City actually. I have only been there the one time with you years ago so I'm actually kinda excited for it." "You'll love it, just don't get attacked by an Elmo again." Mia teased. "No I'll fight it this time. I expected to be grabbed last night. I'll take his fuzzy ass down." Callie told her, reminding the awkward encounter last time. She was walking her Mia and her mother before a red fuzzy hand grabbed her and made them take a picture with him. Apparently, it was a way people made money. To Mia and her mom, this was perfectly normal but Callie was just confused. Needless to say, she had hatred for the sesame street character that she never quite got over. "I could see it. Get a video if you do." Mia told her. "Damn right I will. So what are your plans?" Callie asked, the voices in the background getting louder. "I guess tonight is apply to the school and what not and then tomorrow I have a barbeque and bonfire with Paul and all his friends." "Aww looky you making all these friends, try to replace me and I'll beat you with a cat." Callie told her, her voice serious before they both started laughing. "A cat? Where are you getting a cat and why?" "Steal one duh, some guy walked by with a cat and I couldn't think of anything better at the moment." Callie explained "I couldn't replace you if I tried, you're special." "Damn right I am and don't you forget it! But my plane is boarding so I have to go. Text me tomorrow if you're not busy. I don't know when I'll be able to reply but I shall try! I need to know how it goes. Gotta live vicariously through you." "You have a love life of your own!" Mia yelled laughing. "I have a sex life, not a love life. Difference. But bye my love!" And with that Callie hung up and Mia started working on applying to school for the night, excited that it wasn't super ridiculous if she stayed around here to see where things ended up with Paul.

#twilight #twilight wolfpack #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote #Quil Ateara #embry call #sam uley #Jared Cameron #ihydm3 #ihydm

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coffee-mugz · 4 years

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Inspired by: This post!

Warning: cursing, mention of alcohol and murder (dont worry, nothing serious at all.)

Pairing: Remus x Virgil

Note: Firstly, this is unedited, secondly, I do not own these characters! They belong to Thomas.

Today was December 19th at around 8 PM.

For others, it was a normal day. A fine winter day with a faint dust of snow and chilly weather. Christmas ornaments and decorations were set up everywhere in the suburban neighborhood, lighting up the otherwise gloomy streets. Families were getting prepared for the holidays and children were excitingly nearing their winter breaks. A normal day.

But for Virgil, it was in fact a very important day. It was the day he'd turn 18, the day he'd first meet his soulmate. Well, "meet" was a bit of an exaggeration. Okay, maybe a lot, but switching emotions with their fated other for an hour was as interesting as it is useless.

And, as the time ticked nearer to 8:12, Virgil felt a rise of guilt and fear bubble up in his chest. And suddenly, everything was too much for him to bear.

The brightly flashing Christmas lights seemed to absolutely tear through his vision, too bright for him to completely register.

The laughter and cheers from the party- his birthday party- were too loud. They flooded his brain and his head pounded.

And he's reminded of those awful thoughts of doubt, his mind spiraling downwards into a dark pit he couldn't avoid.

What would they think of me?

Should I eat?

Would they think I'm eating too much?

Do I look bad?

Do I look fat?

Am I talking too much?

What if they dont like my smile?

My smile is ugly.

My makeup doesn't fit in.

My clothes look strange.

I don't fit in.

I'm strange.

Why would they want to talk to me?

My soulmate-

My soulmate will feel this.

What do I do?!

I dont want them to feel miserable.

They're going to hate me.

They're going to blame me.

What if they're doing something important right now?

What if I ruined their life by giving them a panic attack?

Virgil flinched, feeling a hand suddenly land on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. A faint whisper of alcohol could be smelled behind him, and judging the fact he hadn't brought any alcohol here since he (and almost everybody else) was underage, he already knew who it was.

"Virgin?" A deep voice called his "nickname"- if it even could be called one.

"R-Re-" Virgil stuttered, his breath still rather rapid and his heartbeat nearly exploding.

It was Remus. His best friend since middle school... and his not-so-secret teeny tiny crush.

Sure enough, Remus popped in front of him, one hand holding a bottle of beer while the other seemed to have dropped his deodorant.

"How you doing, birthday boy~? I brought the other little shits some alcohol so they could finally- woah there. You good, Virgin?" Remus ranted to him, before abruptly stopping, seeing Virgil's teary eyes and smudges makeup.

Remus took a glance at Virgil's chest, noticing it rising and falling rather rapidly despite it being mostly coveted up with Virgil's oversized hoodie.

Remus put down his bottle on a nearby coffee table, stretching his arms out as a sign that the shaking boy could hug him.

"You need some time- upstairs- away from all this shit? I get it. Roman can be such a dick-face sometimes, I want to toss him out of a ten story building too." Virgil laughed, graciously taking Remus's offer and hugging him.

Remus was warm- really warm. All of Virgil wanted to do at the moment was keep snuggling into his arms, confess even, but he knew he couldn't do that to Remus, who was waiting for nearly 2 years for his soulmate to pop up. He was a rare case, having an age gap with his soulmate. Virgil couldn't take away Remus' fated other, especially when he had been waiting for so long. That would be robbing Remus's future partner.

"Let's go to Mr. Virgin's super dark lair to see what kind of toys he has hidden away-" Remus said, quiet so that nobody else heard it, but loud enough for Virgil to punch him in the chest.

"Oof! So it looks like be got a naughty one here!" Remus let go, much to Virgil's disappointment, to dramatically clutch his chest, as if he'd been stabbed.

Virgil grabbed him by the sleeve, too afraid to make direct skin contact again in fear of Remus thinking he was strange, and dragged both of them up to his room.

Although Virgil's breathing had become more stable, his heart was still racing and his adrenaline rush has yet to fully wear off. A faint thump of guilt emerged in his chest, though he didn't know why.

Soon enough, they were by themselves, locked in a room where the only colors you could see are purple, black, or grey, accompanied by a rather Halloween type of astethic despite it being Christmas.

Virgil sat himself down on the bed, making enough space for Remus to sit tight next to him. He tossed his purple spiderweb blanket on top of the two of them and took the opportunity to lean on Remus's shoulder, panicking as he felt his ear brush against bear skin.

Virgil jolted upwards, staring at Remus, who was somehow wearing a tank top now. Virgil's eyes dashed across the room, spotting Remus's unruly leather jacket on the ground, long discarded.

"What? Emo boy can't handle my hots?" Remus asked, and Virgil could only roll his eyes and pull a bit of blanket up, so that he could lean on Remus without physically touching him.

Who knows how much farther his emotions would spike if he were to have skin-to-skin contact like before? It's already too late to stop, seeing as it was already his birthday.

Man, does time fly by fast.

"So, wanna talk about it?" Remus asked, sticking a piece of deodorant he got from who knows where into his mouth. Though, Virgil knows it's mostly marshmallow fluff. They made it together a few years ago, and it was still a long running joke.

"...Probably. But no." Virgil replied, sneaking a look at his digital clock.

8:10, 3 minutes before he'd switch.

"Mmm, why not? Y'know, you love rambling."

Virgil could only avert his gaze, his throat closing up on him.

"Virgin?" Remus asked; shaking his shoulder a bit, causing Virgil's bright purple hair to become staticky.

Fuck, Virgil thought. He really hated this- hated having to watch Remus get snagged away because he knew he wasn't destined to him. Why in the world would Remus be paired dup with him? His luck had always been bad, so this just sounded absurd to him.

"I'm sorry." Virgil meekly replied, nuzzling his head further into Remus's arm as he watched the clock flash to 8:11. 2 minutes left.

Remus looked down on him, confusion evident on his face. "Sorry for what? Sorry for making me leave my beer?"

Virgil paused, forcing down his emotions as tears welled up in his eyes. He hated this, so do much. He should have tried harder, to be good enough to stand by Remus's side. He should've been more confident, better suitable for Remus's own cocky, rash attitude. Hr should've tried to end this years ago, but what a coward he was, leaning on him to the last second.

The clock flashed to 8:12, and Virgil felt his previous regret and guilt become replaced with self hatred. If only he had been better suitable for him...

"Virgin?" Remus asked again, not getting a reply from the boy. He want used to being left in the silent. He was used to being instantly retaliated by Virgil's snarky comments, right after his own. He wasn't acting at all like the normal.

"I'm sorry for loving y-" Virgil stopped, feeling all his prior emotions immediately flush down the drain as he was suddenly filled with something else. His confession was stopped, and hid apology that followed right after escaped his mind.

Confidence, pride, arrogance, confusion, an urge to explore his entire neighborhood (and maybe even the world)- he felt all these foreign emotions suddenly overwhelm him. He stared at the clock, which now proudly blinked 8:13.

What? Dude, at least give a man his time!

Virgil was suddenly given the urge to punch it, and act...irrational.

A beam of hope sprung up in his heart, only for it to vanish seconds after it.

There are plenty of people who are irrational, brash, and arrogant like this. But Virgil, surprisingly, couldn't accept that, as his hope was reignited, as stubborn as a mule.

Because Remus was fine-

"Hick-" A small noise came from beside him, the hope in his heart glowing brighter, fiercer than it ever had before.

"Remus?" Virgil asked, his voice loud and clearm. It even shocked him, who knew he always kept his voice down in fear of being too annoying.

"D-Damn." Remus cursed, furiously wiping away at his eyes.

"R-Remus?" Virgil felt a searing pain erupt in his body, but it wasn't painful. He...enjoyed it. His body felt as if he were on fire, tears once again threatening to fall, but was held back just in time. For some reason, he couldn't accept the fact that he almost cried in front of Remus. It mad him feel...weak.

"Wow, holy shit." Remus tried to laugh it off, but Virgil noticed the glistening tears running down his arms, each one giving striking Virgil in the chest with his own sadness.

"A-Are you ok?" Virgil asked, taking his head off of Remus's shoulder, questioning whether to wrap his arms around the other. He didn't, because a small part of him doubted that this was real, but a big part of him believe it was.

"Virgil," Virgil flinched, unexpectedly hearing his own, correct name coming from Remus's mouth.

"You really hate yourself this much?" The moment he heard this, his heart shattered, finally realizing what he had done.

His soulmate- Remus, as much as he couldn't believe it- was just given...possibly the worst thoughts he had ever encountered. Self deprivations, self hatred, regret and guilt, anxiety, everything that Virgil usually burdened himself to carry was now placed onto Remus's chest.

Virgil knew how it felt, and he knew how horrible the aftermath was.

Without a second thought, Virgil tossed his arms around Remus's large stature, and although his arms weren't quite long enough to fully encase him in an embrace like Remus would usually do to him, it was better than nothing.

"I'm sorry." Remus muttered, giving a strained laugh, so unlike his unrestrained, boisterous one.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Virgil quickly shut it down, knowing himself well enough that the moment he apologizes is when everything starts getting worse and worse. He then starts thinking about what he wished he could hear from the other during these times, and although hesitant, he said it anyways.

"I love you." Virgil confessed, seeing Remus tense up his entire body.

"I love you so much." Virgil repeats, watching as Remus started to shake this time. Virgil started to worry, thinking he had done something wrong, or in the worse case, messed up their relationship.

Soon after, a chuckle could be heard, and Remus looks up, smiling happily as tears continued to stream down his face.

"Good news for you, so do I, you dick."

Virgil looked offended, an expression Remus thought he would never have seen, and watched as Virgil proudly proclaimed:

"Since when have I been a dick when you're acting like one! I even told you first- all three times- that I love you! Say it, say it. C'mon!" Virgil hissed, but relaxed after hearing a laugh that sounded more like Remus. It wasn't him entirely, but it was a lot better than before.

"Asshole." Remus fixed, grinning once again at Virgil's unsupporting gaze.

"Its true! Look at me- I radiate top energy. You're definitely a bottom." Remus said, snapping his mouth shut as he realized what he said, green eyes wide open in shock.

But he was eased out of that state with Virgil's calm, sarcastic laughter, and was once again bombarded with the fact that Virgil could definitely top somebody else, and that he wasn't entirely a bottom.

But they both knew that Remus was right in the end, neither of them want to admit it, though.

They spent the rest of their little break in Virgil's room, Virgil taking the initiative to thank everybody for coming to the party and seeing them out the door when the time had come. On the way out, everybody gave him a knowing glance as he rolled his eyes, slamming the door in their faces, leaving them in the midst of a blizzard.

Truth be told, the party wasn't really a party. At least, not to Remus who had gone to so many parties with over 30 people attending each. But to Virgil, it was enough, especially when Declyn and Roman were in the same room.

The test of their hour was spent with the two of them questioning each other's emotions, Remus asking more of them than Virgil.

"How do you even think like this?"

"I have a strange urge to eat chocolate."

"Is this why you never talk?"

"Wow, I look horrible. Did I always smell like this?"

"How the fuck did you deal with my chaotic dumbass energy? Like- Everything looks dangerous! Even that stupid broom you never use! What if it falls and trips an unlucky bitch?"

"That ceiling fan of yours is giving me major creep vibes- you never know when it's gonna fall! It's plotting against us!"

"How do you manage to sleep like this?"

Remus would continue to endlessly spill out questions after questions, cherishing this hour of his life to see everything his soulmate looked through his own eyes. And this is when he truly learned about different perspectives.

Like he said: the ceiling fan he never played attention to is always on his mind now, he never thought to use actual deodorant until now, when he thought about what Virgil would think despite him knowing very well that he doesn't give a damn. That lamp in the corner of the room? Remus had seen it before, but now he could only think about what would happen if it were to tip over.

Minor things he never noticed became so apparent in his life, and he feels horrible remembering all the times he forced Virgil to do something absolutely crazy with him (like the shopping cart incident). He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have to do that when he feels this horrible just lying down.

It was the same with Virgil. He never knew Remus experienced such a pull to the outside world until now. In fact, a 'pull' would be an understatement. He desperately wants to go outside and maybe even conquer the woods just outside of his house, but it takes every ounce of his will to stay put and stay shut inside.

It helps knowing Remus appreciated it.

Virgil hasn't had a single thought about everything that would have been in his mind. He felt...giddy, and he wasn't sure what to think of it. He hadn't felt this way for a good few years now, so it certainly came as a shock to his unprepared mind.

As the minutes passed by, the digital clock finally beeped "9:13" and the two of them felt the exact same sensation as they did an hour prior.

A drain sucked out their personality -or emotions-, and their original one filled the void, leaving the two of them in silence as they grew accustomed to their original feelings.

Virgil, as he really couldn't focus on anything for too long for the entire hour, had just processed the fact that Remus was and is indeed his soulmate. A dream come true, if not a miracle. And Remus had just processed his own train of thought, grinning wildly as he dived towards Virgil, who let out an "oof!" at the sudden force and pressure.

Soon enough, Virgil and Remus were in their usual cuddling position once again, with Virgil sitting on Remus's lap, facing him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he settles his head into the crook of it. Remus wrapped the both of them in a blanket, playing a crappy version of a scene from a recently released movie which was obviously taken in the movie theaters.

"Boyfriends?" Virgil suddenly asked, somehow growing enough confidence to ask such a question. To his delight, Remus grinned, picking up Virgil's thin body and swinging the both of them all around the room.

"Why don't we just get married? Right here!" Remus exclaimed, only to get his face pushed away and his mouth shut up.

"Married? Yeah right! You haven't even told me "I love you" yet! Now that I think of it, I'm the only one who said it, you ass! Say it!" Virgil tossed around Remus's head in all directions, only to end up on the ground, Remus's eyes spinning from the dizziness.

"I-I love you." Remus weakly muttered out, before grabbing a nearby bag of onion rings and smashing them open, picking one of the few intact rings.

He grabbed Virgil's hand and stuck the onion ring onto his ring finger. "Now, marry me?" Remus asked once again, tossing Virgil another onion ring and stretched this hand out, waiting for the other to slip it on.

Virgil blushed, hiding his red ears as he hit Remus's head rather ruthlessly and putting on the ring.

"Dammit, what'll Dee say if he finds out you proposed to me with a fucking onion ring." Virgil said, falling onto Remus's chest, staring at his new edible ring. A smile stretched out on his face, and although Remus may not have directly seen it, he knew exactly what he'd look like.

"Well, he'd be jealous! What better than to be able to eat your ring, so you can give your lover another one the next day. Y'know, Ro said it would be his "dream come true" if he could propose to his lover every day and relive the moment. So, me being me, I had to steal the number one place from that piece of shit again." Remus boasted, before proudly exclaiming, "And as you can see, it worked. You accepted it. Now I can rub it into his nasty face."

Virgil burst out laughing.

"Is that the only reason you proposed to me after being boyfriends for not even half an hour?" Remus paused for a moment, then making a gesture as if he were in deep thought. Virgil rolled his eyes at it.

"Well, I've considered you my boyfriend for the past few years already-"

"What?" Virgil sat up abruptly, shocked to hear such a thing. He didn't even remember Remus saying or acting weird at all.

"Yeah, that one time I got the both of us drunk by accident I ended up blurting something along the lines of "You're really cute" and you said that only your boyfriend can call you cute. I asked if I could be one, and you said yeah, so I called you cute again. It's really foggy since it was so long ago, but you probably forgot. You were hit by the alcohol cloud the hardest and you were younger than me, so it was obviously expected." Remus explained, then grinned at Virgil's shocked expression.

"Remember? The time I decided to burn my dad's vodka because I was pissed at him for some shitty reason. We didn't know that the alcohol would evaporate the moment we lit it on fire, and the wind pushed it to your direction first. Funny as hell looking back on it now, but it scared the shit out of me when you nearly fainted."

"No no, not that. You didnt take me out on dates and you never said you liked me."

"Uh, I did?"

"You didn't."

"I did! That time I took you to the treehouse- that was one! Then when the both of us ditched my own party to explore the woods and nearly broke my arm was another. After our shitty swimming lessons, when I took you to the cafe, that was another! Also that one time we climbed a tree and got stuck for 3 hours- that was another! All the sleepovers, dumpster diving, stealing from the old bastard and cuddle sessions were dates! And the "I love you" stuff... I'm not really good with it. I never know when the right time to say it is, so I ended up skipping that part. But still!" Remus ranted, counting all their "dates" using his fingers, while Virgil stayed silent in utter shock.

"Wait-" Virgil laughed again, "What is your definition of dates?" Remus looked at him, as if he asked the most stupid question on earth.

"No, really, what do you think a date is?"

Remus paused again, "well... it's when you're only with your lover, right? When it's only the two of us- Roman told me that. Roman... Ah, fuck! Don't tell me it's completely different!"

Remus banged his fist on the ground, spewing out more curses at his brother as Virgil's laughter only continued to rise.

"It's- HAHA- It's not completely different. It's right in a way, but you'd usually tell your partner if it's a date or if it's just hanging out. No wonder I had no idea- all those happened when I was so young! Haha, sorry."

Remus grumbled to himself, crossing his arms, but nevertheless managed to smile at Virgil's rare fits of laughter.

Remus: "Alright then- to fix everything my shitty bro did, how about a date tomorrow? In the woods." Remus smiled, and Virgil wiped away some of his tears.

"Yeah, sure. That's great."

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lahellacute · 3 years

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sis get ready 🌊 2, 6, 10, 13, 31, 38, 40, 48, 55, 63, 68, 93, 96, 97, 99 (and if you want to: the question you most wish someone would ask)

LOL it’s fine, i enjoy these questions 😉 Since this is going to be long, i’m putting it under the cut !

Random ask

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Honestly, not really lol I mean i don’t hate it but i don’t like it either i guess. Sometimes it can be pretty bothesome tho.

6: do you keep plants?

Aw unfortunately no. I used to when i was younger but not anymore. I don’t feel like i’ll be able to take good care of them so i just don’t have any. But i really LOVE plants a lot 🥺

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

All three lmaoo For real tho, i don’t have one position. I tend to move and change positions a lot through the night. I’ll start on my side then end up on my stomach.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

Feeding baby stray cats 🐱 They’re so cute and i love seeing them happily eating 🥺

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

Alright, so i only wear socks with shoes or when it’s very very cold. I don’t care that much about what the socks look like but when with shoes i tend to wear neutral ones (black, white, dark blue etc) but at home i don’t mind wearing any kind of socks, in fact i think i prefer very unique ones then. I don’t really like sleeping with socks on but sometimes i do when it’s super cold!

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

Oof i think have a lot of those lmao I don’t like when ppl walk very slowly when in the middle of a crowd, it drives me nuts especially as someone who walks pretty fast. One of my other pet peeves is ppl who don’t say “thank you” after you’ve done smth for them or said smth nice to them.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I’m gonna go with a white gold double-heart necklace. My mother bought it to me years ago after i passed an important exam and got good grades. I just love it 💕

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

When i was a kid, my biggest fear was the dark. I could not go into any room that’s dark, i was just so scared of it. It’s definitely not the case anymore and hasn’t been for years. I can stay in complete darkness just fine now.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

Honestly i can’t think of anything ? lol I can be pretty dramatic but i don’t think i’ve ever done anything dramatic to prove a point ? Nothing comes to mind tbh.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

If it’s a book or album i really love then i’m very meticulous about them, and i keep them hidden away and kinda organized. But if it’s ones i just like alright then i don’t mind much 😅

68: what’s winter like where you live?

I live in a coastal city so winters can get pretty cold but not THAT cold. Still, for someone who’s used to warmer temperatures i find it chilly. It’s mostly just cold and gloomy weather with rain sometimes.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

At home my hair is always on a messy bun. There are times when i braid it but it’s very rare. When i go out, i mostly let it loose/detached and if not then i sport it into a ponytail (either high or low, it depends).

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I definitely think i procrastinate especially if the update takes a long time or needs to restart the computer. If it’s a short update then i tend to install it as soon as possible.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

I’m INFP and Pisces ♓️ As for the Hogwarts House i honestly have no clear idea. I definitely feel like i’m a mix between all houses, and on tests i get a different result each time. If i really had to choose one that i think i’m closer to compared to the others then it’s Gryffindor i think.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

* The Neighbourhood - R.I.P. 2 My Youth. * Sia - Elastic Heart. * Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly.

There are definitely others but these are the top 3 songs that immediately came to mind.

Bonus : Question i wish someone would ask :

Um...honestly idk. It depends on the day and how i feel. Right now, nothing in particular but there are days when i wish ppl would ask how i feel even if i’m not going to give them an honest answer lol

THANK YOU for all these questions. They made me think a lot and i had fun answering ❤️

#ask game

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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Omg girl you've never seen the barbie movies?!? 😱😱😭😭 HAHAH those were the highlights of my childhood! And owning about 30 Barbie dolls 😅✌🏼

AWWW CAMMMYY HUHU I'D LOVE THAT!! ID DEFO WAIT FOR THAT USHI FIC 😭🥺 And yes girlie, take your time to study the character if you're still not super confident, I'm sure there are many writings you can still get inspiration from! And babe, you know I'm down to blabber and discuss this sexy man 24/7, so if ever, I wouldn't mind sharing my views of my husband 😩😜😚 Regardless, I know that fic will be bomb, just like any of your other writings are!! 😌😍

After watching 3 barbie movies awhile ago, which prolly was equal to 5 hours, I dozed off to a 3 hour "nap" 🙊 It was only about an hour ago that I actually woke up!! I had beef wonton noodles, a bao, and ofc SHUMAI FOR DINNER!! 😋😋 Went to the dining area and found the takeout my dad brought home so 🥺🤩

I live in the tropics so the sun is scorching almost every damn day but ngl tyg that the weather today was cool and gloomy ☁️ It did actually rain for quite awhile but, I love rains most esp it's so suited for my lazy day 🤍 most relaxing shit ever 😌👌🏻 off to watching more stuff i guess hihi 🤭 i just rlly wanna make the most out of this day doing useless things for myself HAHAHH

-🦠

NO IM SORRY IVE NEVER SEEN THE MOVIES ): BUT! I also did have literally a SHIT TON of Barbie dolls and accessories and I used to play like Barbie computer games as a kid lmaaaooo I just think I was already a lil older when the movies came out and it wasn’t “cool” to like dolls anymore so I didn’t get the chance to watch em 🥺

YES GERMYY I WANT MY USHI FIC FOR U TO BE PERFECT hehehe maybe a strangers to lovers or like an e2l where reader gets put off by his attitude but it’s just ushi being ushi? U KNOW if I need ur help please don’t get annoyed with me lol but aw thabk u for the sweet words 🥺 ALSO WTF I SWEAR EVERY ART WORK U SENF ME IS GOD TIER BC WHAT I LOTERSLLY CANNOT BREATH RIGHT NOW Ushijima is so hot skeksk

Wym a 3 hour nap sounds about right 😌 I don’t get how people can take like less than an hour naps LOL Oooh that sounds like a bomb ass dinner ! U can never go wrong with shumai heheh and omgg I love beef wonton noodles gimme some. I had instant noodles for dinner bc I’m a responsible adult 🧍🏻‍♀️

wait but gloomy weather on a lazy day is TOP TIER and yes please make the most of ur lazy and watch 5 more Barbie movies bc u earned it bae ily <33

#anon! 🦠#germy my bae

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dlkardenal · 4 years

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Everything is meaningless - The Melancholic Hero

Hey there, traveler!

Melancholic figures have been a part of literature since the classical era, although not always with the same frequency or popularity. They are dark, brooding, lost in their own world of gloom, and likely see the world with an irritatingly negative perspective. They had their peak during the 19th century, the era of romanticism, but today they tend to irritate readers and other audiences. How did they change so rapidly in such a short time? That’s what I am to find out.

Today’s post is more about my personal thoughts and deductions rather than scientific research, but I hope it’ll be just as interesting.

So, first of all, what is melancholy?

To simplify things, melancholy is a state of low mood, gloomy thoughts, and overall enerved behavior. The word came from the Greek ‘melaina chole’ meaning black bile, from an age where physicians thought behavior was dictated by four humours and their distributions in the body. Black bile caused dark thoughts, that’s where the concept originated. It often manifests as a symptom of a couple of mental conditions like depression or bipolar disorder, but it can appear in healthy individuals as well. It’s mainly a consequence of environmental effects. Some people feel melancholic from the weather, some sink into melancholy from grief or personal stress-or as we shall see, it can be a fashion wave.

The main difference between melancholy and depression is the time frame. Depression is longer, more persistent and causes deviations in the chemical composition of the body (a low level of serotonin, the “happy hormone”, or more accurately the “take a shower, eat, live like a human hormone”), while melancholy isn’t so drastic and it mostly passes after hours or days. Constant melancholy can be a sign of growing depression, but that’s a more serious condition with deeper root causes.

Melancholic heroes were made famous during the romanticism, a cultural era during the 19th century. You may remember such poets like Johann von Goethe, William Wordsworth, or perhaps more popular names like Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein, or Edgar Allan Poe. If you think about characters like the titular hero of The Sorrows of Young Werther, Victor Frankenstein, or Eugene Onegin from Russian literature, you can picture this hero type. They all have some sort of deep moral or emotional pain they carry with them, have a general disinterest in the normal way of life, and like other melancholic people’s company. They became extraordinarily popular, so much so that The Sorrows of Young Werther caused a wave of suicides across the world of young readers trying to mimic their hero.

If you think about why they were so popular and relatable, it all comes from the overall zeitgeist (that’s a new word I learned today, it literally means time ghost in german) of disappointment and the waning of such trifling problems as do we have enough food to eat tomorrow if we survive the plague. After the great Enlightment, people were taught not to believe in divines and churches, rather ration and science-until that hit a brick wall too. Science back then couldn’t explain everything people asked, so they were left in the void with no gods and no answers. Since the general quality of life improved, the constant fear of hunger and diseases weren’t threatening enough to take people’s minds off the topic, so they lost hope. They didn’t have answers, but they were chock full of questions. This led people to believe they will never get any answers because everything was meaningless. That, as you can imagine, can cause some serious broody mood, so people found these melancholic heroes like Werther and Onegin relatable and as such interesting to read about. It reassured them in their sorrow that everyone, even the popular literature was like them: hopeless, lost, and tired.

So, what changed that made them fall from grace?

Well, everything. Science came up with new answers, people found new sources like occultism and the big questions of life turned out not so interesting after all. Couple that with the rapid development of mental health and melancholy quickly goes out of fashion. Then the cracks start showing on these mysterious, painful heroes.

First, they are reluctant to do anything. Melancholic figures tend to avoid any responsibility, and similar to depressed people they need someone to constantly drag them through any adventure worth reading about by force. If your hero needs a kick up his ass every step of the way, it can really irritate the audience.

Second, they exclude a lot of popular tropes. This character won’t find a found family, won’t be at the wrong place at the wrong time unless that place comes to them, he probably won’t have a romantic subplot. You can’t even root for them to win, because most of the time they don’t want to. The only thing they can have is a development that takes them out of this state, but that’s a risky option. If you drag the sadness out too long, people will still see the previous problems and probably won’t care about the character enough to cheer for the development. If it’s too short, it can’t be really considered a melancholic hero’s journey because the bulk of the character’s… well… character isn’t gloomy.

My favorite modern example is Quentin from Lev Grossman’s The Magicians (who would’ve guessed, am I right?) For those of you not in the know, let me summarize. Quentin starts as a depressed teenager just before university and has no idea what to do with his life. He gets invited to a super-secret magical college where he learns to do magic, but it turns out boring. Then he gets to visit Fillory, this book’s version of Narnia he read about all his life, but that turns out shit as well. Quentin ends the book just as depressed he started, and a lot of people hate him with a passion for not being able to appreciate every nerd’s dream.

But let me tell you what saves him and this whole character type for me-it’s still relatable in a different way. As we discussed before, depression often comes with melancholy and it’s an ever-growing problem in our modern society. The most compromised age group is college students, especially at the start of their education. Enormous pressure from every front, social changes and the looming responsibilities of adulthood can damage their (well, our) mental health and personally, it felt reassuring to read about someone in a similar situation. It felt like the world didn’t turn a blind eye on my problem and I suspect I am not the only one.

How about you? Do you find these heroes intolerable? Can you relate with their constant whining and pessimism? Dou you have a favorite exception like I do? I’d love to hear about it! Until then, take care travelers.

Cheers,

Dar

#writing #writing community #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #book #bookish #reading #frankenstein #lev grossman #magicians #the magicians #quentin coldwater

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sexysilverstrider · 4 years

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Thundering Heartbeat (Raymond/Resident Rep)

Told yall I’ll write this scene because I’m a romantic sap.

She often saw herself as a stubborn fool. The rainstorm wasn’t about to calm down anytime soon. She could—could—just make a mad dash for it back to the resident area. But Hana knew the distance between that western side of the island and eastern side—the side where she woefully stood on—was quite far even if she ran. And that didn’t add up the fact that her mansion was at the top of the hill. She would be a soaking mess by the time she reached her door. Damn her and her architectural planning. “Ugh…” A groan, slipped between clenched teeth was swallowed by the manic drum of the rain. Luckily she managed to find shelter under a roof of a small stall. While there wasn’t much room to begin with, Hana was at least glad her top half was dry. She didn’t mind the rain. In fact, she loved it. But ever since she got a terrible cold the last time she walked around under a heavy rainstorm without an umbrella—and being lectured by Judy for hours afterwards—Hana learned her lesson to never, ever, repeat that foolish mistake again. Still… Lips pressed tightly at the consideration of making another dumb move— “Hana?”

Fortunately, before her legs could take control of her brain, she instead jumped at the voice. Quickly she snapped forward, blinked once, twice, then thrice at the cat in front of her. Raymond stood before her, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity. “What’re doing here?” The silly question was out before he could stop himself. One look and he wanted to slap his head for not realizing there wasn’t any umbrella near her. Still, he was glad she didn’t point out the obvious. “I uh…” Arms crossed across her chest. “I…got stuck here.” Decided that it was stupid to deny the reality that was her idiocy, Hana let out a sigh. “I thought the weather would give some calm rain when I got out today, which is why I don’t have an umbrella or raincoat with me right now.” A guilty smile curled her lips. “By the time I reach here, it started raining cats and dogs.” Biting the insides of her lower lip at the metaphor being used, Hana once again breathed out a sigh. A verbal response wasn’t immediate. But his ears perked as he listened to her ‘woes’. “Ah,” was all he managed, somewhat feeling amused at the situation. The umbrella in his grasp was brought closer. Even though she was sheltered under a roof, Raymond couldn’t help but to bring him—his umbrella—closer. His umbrella. Not him. His umbrella. Swallowing the blush that threatened to rise, he replied, “Well, it is pouring heavily right now.” Even he could feel the weight of the weather under his umbrella. “Didn’t you hear Isabelle’s announcement today?” Pushing the lens of his glasses comfortably, a laugh was then gulped down to see her adorable grumble. “Every time I listen to her announcements, it’s always how there’s no new announcements…” She looked away, warmth kissing her cheeks. Oh, she’s too adorable indeed. The laugh he sadly tried to hold back escaped in the end. “Well, that’s because those are morning announcements. I’m talking about the afternoon ones.” One paw holding his umbrella, Raymond placed his other paw on his hip. “You do know she makes weather announcements too right? Sometimes? On the speakers where everyone can hear?” Raymond swore he heard a growl from her. His tail swished left and right at every action she did. “Not everyone has super sharp hearing, Ray…” Crossed arms tight across her chest, she attempted a glare at the smartass cat. The blonde tuft of his hair was a slight mess, probably due to the humidity of the weather. His ears were perked, his right ear twitched ever so slightly, maybe being alert at the sounds of raindrops around them. She wondered what it was like to scratch the back of his ears— Stop! Immediately shaking her head back to reality, Hana forced a sheepish cough. “A-Anyways,” Once again she looked away, “long story short, I made a mistake. I should make a mental note to listen to more of Isabelle’s announcements.” “And you should bring an umbrella.” “And I should—” She stopped herself, once again glared at the snickering cat. The weather was gloomy, but the moment between them was anything but. His laughter was genuine, bright like his brilliant eyes. It’s a shame they were hidden behind thick glasses, but Hana was oftentimes glad he wore them for it brought out the shine of his irises. Her smile appeared so easily around him. “In any case,” Another sigh, though this time more relaxed, “looks like I’m stuck her for a while. I’d love to rush back home but knowing me, I’ll get sick again and I don’t feel like earning another lecture by Judy.” She loved the bear cub, and she knew Judy loved her too, but Hana could only take so much when she decided to be a ruthless mother hen. “Well, if you want, there’s still room under mine.” Wait. Surprise mirrored them perfectly as none didn’t expect those words to come out of him. Brown eyes stared at the beautiful gleam of green and gold. Apparently shock was evident in him too, and this, in truth, sent a sort of relief in her. “I—” Dumbfounded, she merely blinked in hopes that the conversation didn’t die there. Thankfully to her, it didn’t. Unthankfully to him, it didn’t. “I ah—” Why would he say that? Why would he say things? Mouth snapped shut and ears pressed lightly, Raymond brought one paw up and coughed. “I mean…if you want to go back home, there’s still room under my umbrella and I can escort you…back.” The word died down slowly, quietly. While he was a gentleman—he truly couldn’t bear to leave her alone in the rain—realization hit at the meaning of his invitation. This wasn’t his first time he made a blunder in words. Raymond was just forever glad that the residents and Hana, most of all, mostly found him amusing instead of being offended by his mistakes. She wasn’t responding. Perhaps today was the day she would actually be offended. Eyes torn away from her judgmental gaze, Raymond tried to lick his wounds. “I-I mean, I’m sor—!” “You mean it?” The apology died under the weather. Shock still vivid in a pair of slit pupils, Raymond gaped at her. “I—of course!” Attempting to rid away the awkward moment, he raised his free paw. “Like I said, there’s still room.” It wasn’t that big per say, but considering her petite figure, the cat figured they both could fit snuggly under the umbrella. Snuggly. Oh. He wondered if the cloudy weather could shield his blush. She didn’t say much, but consideration was evident on her face. His tail was back to swishing left and right, and Raymond had to force his tail to curl around his right leg. His grip on the umbrella handle tightened. His posture was straight, patient, hiding away the emotions that were the exact opposite. She seemed so cute, so adorable as she pondered on his invitation. It was a harmless suggestion. Nothing more, he convinced. Sharp eyes realized her foot started moving forward, started moving towards him. His heart started to pick up its pace. His mouth pressed lightly. “Okay.” Her answer was short. Simple. Accompanied with a smile that took his breath away. And that was it. That should be it. The harmless invitation was received. She would walk towards him and they would share an umbrella. She would hold the handle while his paw was positioned under her hand. Their shoulders might bump but he would keep his distance as he escorted her back as promised. That was it. But alas, expectations were merely expectations when Raymond had to open his big mouth. “It is raining heavily right now.” Stop. “There might be thunder.” Stop! “If you get scared, don’t be afraid to leap into my arms!” His mouth still ran. His tail still wagged. “I won’t be able to protect you in any way, but it might look cool.” Dumb. Ass. Once he finally managed to shut his mouth, Raymond could feel his tail poof out of agitation. Idiot! Dumbass! What the hell are you thinking?! Screams of the damned plagued his mind. Torn between running away and never talking to her again or just digging himself a hole to hide into, Raymond instead froze in place as panic vibrated his soul. She was as shocked as he feared. Brown eyes were wide as saucers. Pink lips parted to a gape. Though arms still crossed, he saw the muscles tensed, and he knew damn well it wasn’t because of the cold. He should leave. He should make a run for it and never talk to her again. Maybe he should apologize first, then leave so that he could spare her of his disgraceful— “I’ll take you on that offer.” “Eh?” Time seemed to move slowly as Raymond felt his body being embraced. Pupils were round as they could be. Jaw dropped down until fangs shined at the little drops of rain. The umbrella he held was almost released, almost dropped if not for his paw tensing hardly around the handle. Tick…tock… Eh? Tick. EH???!?!??!?!? Raymond honestly almost screamed if not for the fact that he was utterly stunned. His whole body stiffened. His tail frazzled uncontrollably. Echoes of what he assumed later was his rapid heartbeat deafened flat ears. Luckily, there were no thunderstorms to alarm them from the shock. Unluckily, the lack of loud thunder made him hyperaware of the heat that began flowing from the petite human. “Um…” He should say something. “I…H-Ha…” He should say anything! “Ha…na…?” Eyes glazed to the side, spotting an image of crimson and a splash of pink as he felt his left shoulder being nuzzled by…her…face… That hole might seem intriguing now. While Raymond fought with bewilderment, Hana herself had all her willpower not to pull away and run away, screaming, in complete shame. What was she thinking?! What the hell has gotten into her? Sure he offered. She took the offer. Sure maybe the whole ‘leap into my arms’ was a jest. She was used to that from him. Sure she might take it as a chance to act out on her crush. She was just acting out of sheer, idiotic, heart-driven impulse. He was the nicest cat she has ever met. And she didn’t want to ruin this friendship they had. And yet… Arms snugged around his waist, she bit the bullet. “You feel cool yet?” Smooth. Absolutely stupid. Sherb would be proud. Both stunned in the flaws of their own actions, Raymond cast a peek at her. “I—” Gulping once, twice, he quickly positioned the umbrella above them. “A bit.” He was feeling the exact opposite. He held a breath to hear her delightful laugh. Finally—unfortunately—she let go. “Sorry…” The apology a meek murmur as she looked down. Please don’t apologize. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Please look at me. Her shoulder raised slightly. Hana then lifted her head. Brown eyes met gold and green. Both pairs of pupils were an eclipse in a sea of irises. “I just…teasing.” It backfired on her part. She wanted to apologize more. To say more. To say anything to dispel the awkward air around them. Surprise flickered to feel her hand being grasped. She loved seeing his smile. “I guess I deserve it.” Breathing out chuckles to shield his embarrassment, he gently cupped her hand around the umbrella handle. “We’re even, then!” Another laugh, more sincere than the last. Cheeks tinted by kisses of red, Raymond slowly released his grip and held his part right above her hand. He missed her warmth. “Well,” Carefully he stood beside her, “shall we go, milady?” One hand cupped her mouth as laughter bubbled adorably. He loved her so much. “Lead the way, Sir Ray!” Distance merely a brush apart, they walked side by side. END

#Raymond #Animal Crossing #ACNH #Resident Representative #fafar writes #yes i wrote more coz writing him is surprisingly fun than i expected #im sorry kyle youre still my boo in my file......#but raymond is TOO fun to write #ANYWAYS!!! needless to say i imagine a more anthro/beastars style when i wrote raymond #and by god!! did i mention writing this was fun fsdkbfjkd

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‘Sweater Weather’ by The Neighborhood (Michael Clifford Fluff)

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Summary: (Y/N) visits Michael in California, and they spend a perfect fall day together. Based on "100 ways to say I love you" Prompt #12: "Take my jacket, it's cold outside." (Request) (Words: 1.3k)

The raindrops hitting on the windows fill the room with a happy beat. I can't help but smile; the sound of rain paired with Michael's arms around my body, make my heart flutter happily. For the first time since the academic year started, I feel content and stress-free, like I have left everything in my dorm before leaving for California. My stomach grumbles, the thought of coffee and my promised pancakes swirling in my mind. I push the comforter off my body, trying to move away from Michael without waking him up. But his groggy whine reveals I failed, so he pulls me back by my waist and presses his body on mine. "Why are you moving?" He asks, planting a kiss on the base of my neck. His lips are warm, his breath hitting my skin and making me feel ticklish. "I wanted to make breakfast. I need warm coffee, it is too cold in Cali..." I protest, reaching my hand down to take his. "There is time for that... I wanna hold you a little more..." He hums, resting his hand on my hip. I turn around, facing him as he smiles sleepily. I lean in, pressing my lips on his protrusive bottom lip before I snuggle onto him a little more. "Your skin is so cold..." Michael comments, rubbing his hand down my back to bring me a little extra warm, adding to the heat radiating from his body. "It's freezing, not my fault..." I reply, nudging my head against his neck. He hums in agreement, fixing the comforter with his free hand. "Just 10 more minutes of snuggles and we will get up and head for breakfast." He assures me, kissing my forehead. "You know I can make us breakfast, right? Pancakes will take like, 10 minutes... And coffee is super easy to make, I'll even teach you." I mock him and he throws me a fake laugh. "Shut your chattering mouth and enjoy cuddle time..." He orders and I hum, feeling his fingertips press on my hip to keep me close.

It's well past the 10 minutes Michael said we would get up for breakfast, and still, his arms are wrapped around my body, lips pecking on forehead drowsily as his warm breath hits my skin, giving me just a little more comfort as the raindrops hit the window. "Babe, I am starving... My stomach is grumbling..." I kvetch, my voice breaking at the end and sounding more like a purr than the stern tone I intended to give off. "Aight... Let's get up." He yawns, trying to get rid of sleepiness while I pull the covers off. "Hey, can you not be so violent this early in the morning?" He asks, stretching his body as I dangle my feet off the bed to slide them in the slippers at the end of it. "It is nearly 12." I rub my eyes, picking up my robe to sleep inside it, battle the cold morning. "Too early..." He chuckles, walking towards me and leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. "But this is the most beautiful morning I have had in a while." He whispers, stroking my cheek before resting his chin on top of my head. "Me too. I hated being away from you..." I mumble, wrapping my arms around his torso, nestling up to his body. "I hated it too, lovebird... Go get ready now, let's go eat up." He whispers, placing one last kiss on my nose.

"I thought that California is warm all year round..." I stare outside the fogged window as Michael drives to the breakfast place. "Thank God it is not..." Michael sighs thankfully. "Yeah, but you didn't warn me about it... And I have only packed light clothes." I pout, making him fake-pout as well. "Well, you are always welcome to swaddle yourself in my hoodies..." He replies, reaching to take my hand in his. "Aren't you scared that I might steal them all?" I ask, tilting my head to the side and smiling at him, watching the twinkle in his eyes grow at the mention. "You deserve them all..." He replies happily, stroking his thumb over the top of my knuckles. He pulls up in a tiny diner, far away from all the hecticness of Los Angeles. The place seems like something out of a movie, with the little neon signs blinking even though it is morning and the contrast is not visible in the daylight. "Take my jacket, it's cold outside." Michael reaches to the backseat, picking up his leather jacket and placing it on my lap, looking at me as he waits for me to put it on; he looks at me lovingly, truly worrying about me being cold. "I will be fine." I mumble but he shakes his head no. "You won't. I'd much rather if you didn't get sick while you are here... Put it on... It will look really good with your outfit..." He places the jacket on my shoulders, tilting my chin up with his fingers and giving me a quick peck.

I moan at the sensation of hot coffee in my mouth, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth. "Should I be jealous of your mug?" Michael teases, nudging my shoulder. "I don't know... Should ya?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him before I place a kiss on his lips with a big smile on my face. "Do you like it here?" He asks, draping his arm over my shoulders. "I love it. It's so quiet..." I reply, leaning to his body and resting my head on his shoulder. "It's even prettier at night... And nothing beats breakfast at night." He states, lowering his hand on my thigh, letting his palm and fingers feel the material of my jeans. "Is it bad that I wish my mornings are always like that?" I ask, exhaling frustrated just at the thought of having to go back in a few days. "No... I have the same wish. And I would give anything to have you here always, literally anything..." He assures me, pressing me more on his body as if he is trying to convince the universe that he is not willing to let me go away. "Just a few more months... I have to be there for just a few more months. And then I will be here... I promise." I place my hand on top of his, planting a kiss on his neck at the end of each sentence. He hums, leaning his head against mine. "Can we not talk about sad stuff right now? What do you want to do today?" He asks, bringing the mug to his lips. "Something Halloweeny. Maybe we could go to a pumpkin patch and pick up pumpkins. I feel like craving today." I clap my hands, already feeling too pumped about the activity.

We walk side by side, Michael's hand resting protectively on my hip. The little farm is filled with people, mostly parents with their babies, who took advantage of the short break of the rain and decided to make the most out of the gloomy day. "You look a little too good in my leather, baby..." Michael mumbles, stepping in front of me and pulling me into a hug, making me smile as I press my face to his chest. "How little?" I ask and he hums. "Scratch that... You look far too good wearing my jacket." He presses his lips on my forehead. "I think that by the time I leave, you will need a new wardrobe... I look good in almost all of your clothes." I giggle and place my hand on his pec. "Well, you look even better naked, so... I think I am going to have you naked in bed, for the rest of your stay..." He plants a kiss on my neck, making me cackle and let out a sigh. "Did I come all this way to be locked up in a house?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Nah... Maybe tied down to a bed... We will see." He gives me a cocky smirk before he squeezes my butt, moving to walk on my side.

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