#island mode ‘love nest’ and ‘i don’t mind if you just want to see me naked’

[mars-ipan]

so glad i’ve grown enough as a person to no longer care whether a ship should be canon but still lose my mind when i realize it kinda is

#i listened to the official komaeda songs a few days ago and i have been Thinking about them #fucking hell. ‘hook up.’ ‘sex up.’ hello #christ’s sake. fucking . hell #and then there’s the games themselves #despair disease ‘go away already i hate seeing your face’ #island mode ‘love nest’ and ‘i don’t mind if you just want to see me naked’ #hajime’s ‘i want to understand him’ ‘i can’t stop thinking about him’ #i don’t need kmhn to be canon by any means. i am perfectly content with my subtext #but like. it is .2 meters away from canon it is literally right there #like. can you really say ‘i’m truly in love with y- the hope that sleeps inside you’ like . #come the fuck on. #(takjng the more accurate translation from japanese there btw. which has an explicitly romantic word for love in there) #(and the hope part is added like a cover up. come the fuck on) #it’s at the point where i can barely call it subtext. it’s just Text #and i’ve only named like a THIRD of the lines that hint at it. like good christ #they’re so homoerotic it’s like not even subtle anymore #and like i said. i don’t need it to be canon. i’m certainly not gonna fight anyone about it #however i will reel at the fact that it’s literally only a kiss scene away from being confirmed #hell i didn’t even MENTION the anime. what the fuck was that gun scene #good lord. it almost makes me angry

[amanda-teaches]

Secrets and Lights

Summary: Hiding your relationship with Dean has gotten harder the deeper you fall for him. The coming Christmas seems to be your hardest test yet, but will it turn into something so much more than you were expecting?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Secret Relationship for @spnchristmasbingo​

Word Count: 1978

Warnings: sexual suggestiveness, a whole lot of fluff

A/N: This was written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain​‘s Supernaturally Marvelous Challenge, and my prompt was Christmas Lights.

Hiding a relationship wasn’t easy, but boy was it fun, especially with Dean.

It was the ultimate adrenaline high. Stealing kisses in cloaked corners, sneaking through hallways in the middle of the night, dropping to your knees in the shower when Sam popped his head in unexpectedly. It felt dangerous and forbidden, which made every touch that much hotter. And, that’s really all it had started out as- heat. 

Your relationship had begun under the height of the summer sun, something purely physical, a way to burn off steam for the both of you, an accidental tumble into bed that had ignited into a series of passionate rendezvous. You and Dean hadn’t seen a reason to tell anybody, not when the entirety of your relationship was built off of lips, hands, and...other body parts.

But, the colder weather brought change and an altogether different kind of heat. There were fewer quickies in the Impala and more nights spent in each other’s arms. Fewer furtive glances and more lingering touches. There were nights you stayed up until the early morning just talking, trading the sex for the chance to just listen to him breathe, tracing circles on his chest as he whispered his most personal stories in your ear. The heat between you became deep, it became real, and you knew without a doubt that you were falling in love with him.

That only made it that much harder to keep your relationship a secret. Now, things were different. Now, more than anything else, you didn’t want to hide him. You wanted to show him off, to tell the world, but you couldn’t. That wasn’t what you had agreed, so you kept it a secret because that’s what Dean wanted.

At least that’s what you thought. Little did you know that Dean had something far different in mind, and his plans were already in motion. 

It all came to a head on Christmas. You’d assumed you were going to spend a quiet holiday at home with Sam, Jack, and Cas, but Dean surprised you last minute, telling you to pack your bags for a big family Christmas at Jody’s.

When you got there, he went into full nesting mode, helping the girls trim the tree, secretly tossing a wink your way every time the others were distracted. You smiled back, but inside you were coming unglued. You wanted to stand up, march over there, and kiss him in front of everyone, proud of the fact that the most amazing guy in the world had picked you, but you couldn’t. It was frustrating and exhausting and, frankly, the weight of the secret was just giving you a damn headache. After an hour of trying, and almost failing, to resist the way he pulled you to him like a magnet, you decided to get out of there, feigning sudden fatigue and excusing yourself to go upstairs.

Not surprisingly, that didn’t fool Dean for a second, and he caught up to you before you even reached the hallway. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, plastering the smile back onto your face, although it was softer this time, more muted. “Just tired from the drive, I think.”

Dean cast a glance over his shoulder, checking the hallway before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him through the closest door. You barely had time to register that it was the laundry room before your back was up against the wall, Dean’s knee between your legs and his lips dragging across your throat. “I can think of a few ways to wake you up.”

You shivered at the low growl that rumbled against your pulse point before you remembered where you were, and why you’d left the living room in the first place. “Dean, we can’t, remember? Everyone’s here.”

He ran his hand up under your shirt, splaying it across your stomach. “So?”

“So,” you laughed, playfully pushing him off you before his hand could start to wander, “you’re bunking with Sam and I’m with Donna. This house is filled with people, and anyone could walk in. We have to be careful.”

His face turned into the most comical pout, and you couldn’t resist sneaking a quick peck to his lips. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to come for Christmas, and since we can’t tell anyone about us…”

You trailed off, a hidden part of you hoping Dean would say screw it, let’s tell everyone, but he nodded instead, your heart falling a little in response.

“Yeah, you’re right, we’ll be careful.” He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You should get some rest. I’ll see you at dinner?”

You nodded, resting your head on his chest for a moment to savor the peace you found there. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you, pulling you in, and instantly soothing you, reminding you of just how you’d managed to fall so hard for him so easily. He made you feel wanted, and when you were in his arms, you were home. “Hey, maybe later, we could sneak away...I bet the Impala feels real cozy in the snow.”

His chuckle rumbled against your chest. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that. But, after you rest.”

“Aye, aye,” you joked, pulling away and turning towards the door. You paused before you reached the threshold, turning back and meeting his eyes. “Thanks for checking on me.”

His smile lit up his face, crinkling his eyes as it expanded. “I got you.”

“I got you,” you echoed, repeating the phrase that had become a familiar mantra for the two of you the last few months. “I…” You almost slipped up, almost said the three words you hadn’t quite gotten up the courage to utter yet. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

The next few hours were filled with a lot more staring off into space than sleeping, but darkness eventually fell, and you got a quick change of clothes before heading downstairs for dinner.

The living room, freshly decorated with a sparkling tree loaded with presents, was deserted, so you made your way into the kitchen where you found Sam, Jody, Donna, Claire, Alex, Jack, Cas, and Patience all gathered around the island.

They looked your way when you entered, Jody shooting you a smile. “Hey there, Y/N. You want to help us decorate some cookies before dinner?”

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered absentmindedly as you scanned the room. “Where’s Dean?”

Donna exchanged a look with Sam and grinned. “Oh, I think he’s outside. Would you mind getting him?”

Nodding, you spun towards the door leading to the backyard. “Yeah, sure.”

You moved to open it on autopilot, your mind already on the alone time with Dean that awaited you later that night, but once the door swung open, every tangible thought flew right out of your brain to be replaced with what could only be described as shocked buffering.

It was an honest to goodness winter wonderland. A forest of Christmas trees were strewn across the yard, with dazzling lights strung through every branch, twinkling and shining onto the soft white snow beneath. As you looked closer at the trees, you began to notice the ornaments hanging on each one: a tiny waffle, you quickly realized was the breakfast you and Dean had made a complete mess of trying to make that weekend Sam was out of town; a cup of tea, which Dean had quickly learned to make to perfection that time you came down with the flu; a pool ball, complete with a tiny scratch on it, just like the one you’d launched across the room when Dean had tried, and failed, to teach you how to play.

There were dozens more spread amongst the trees, all different memories of your relationship with Dean, all moments that had led the two of you to each other.

“You know that pool ball’s my favorite.” You turned at the sound of Dean’s voice, watching him approach you from where he’d been waiting within the trees. “I think that was the day I knew I wanted us to be more than friends.”

“Dean, wait, we can’t,” you rushed out, trying to signal him by gesturing back at the house behind you, but when you turned your head, you saw everyone already watching you, their faces plastered up against the windows.

Dean didn’t seem fazed, continuing to advance towards you. “I lined up the shot for you, thinking you’d just tap it into the rail, but you shot it across the room, up into the wall ten feet away.” He paused and laughed. “I didn’t even know it was possible to scratch a pool ball, but you did. And, the only thing I could think was damn, somehow this girl can make even that look sexy.”

That night, with the pool ball, it was over a year ago, long before you’d gotten together. He must’ve been misremembering. He couldn’t have known then... “Dean, everyone’s watching. They might find out…”

He kissed you before you could finish your thought, zapping the frenzy right out of you and silencing all of your worries with one touch. When he pulled back, he only left a few inches of space between the two of you, his gaze dropping to your lips and then slowly travelling up your face like a caress. “I told everyone about us a month ago, back when I first started planning tonight.”

It took a second for his words to register, and when they did, the realization hit you like a truck. “Wait, they know?! They all know? But, I thought…”

“I know, you thought I wanted to keep us a secret, but I don’t. I’m crazy about you, of course I wanted to tell the world that you’re mine, that I’m lucky enough to get to hold your hand every single day. Besides, I needed their help to plan this whole thing. You know, it’s not as easy to tell a girl you love her as you might think, but Donna and Jody are pretty great with the big gestures. I was coming up empty on any kind of plan until they helped me come up with this whole thing.”

“But, wait, if they’ve known for a month…” And, that’s when it hit you again, the moment you really froze, his words sinking in to leave you speechless for the third time in five minutes. “D...did you just say you love me?”

Dean nodded, grabbing your hands and interlacing his fingers with yours, his eyes shining only for you. His voice was confident and sure, ringing out for the world to hear. “I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you. The luckiest day of my life was when I somehow got you to want me back. I know we didn’t want to put too much pressure on it, but I need you to know. I’m all in, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way yet, but…”

“I love you too.” You rushed the words out, so excited you couldn’t even wait for him to finish. “I’m sorry, I know you probably had this whole speech planned, but I do, Dean. I love you.”

You could hear clapping and cheering behind you as he grinned and pulled you in, but it all faded out the moment his lips touched yours, his kiss making the whole word come to a stop for just a minute.

By the time the world started spinning again, it had started to snow, and everyone rushed out with a flurry of congratulations and hugs. You celebrated with them, but Dean never let go of your hand, holding it proudly and tenderly for everyone to see, the gesture radiating with the only thing bright enough to outshine all of the Christmas lights surrounding you: your love.

#supernaturally marvelous fic challenge #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fluff

[imnotwolverine]

Bear cuddles

Henry Cavill x reader

Word count: 1.581

Warnings: bit of expressive language + pure and utter fluff <3

I just got my period and I needed to write myself some comfort fluff to pull myself through. 

Ps. nesting is one of my favourite things to do when on my period party :3 Try it, do it!

(Link to my Masterlist)

It was Friday afternoon and you all but wanted to cry, your heavy legs carrying you up the stairs to your apartment at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Your neighbours were already well into their weekend celebrations as you heard their loud music booming through the hallway, the thin walls definitely not managing to silence their ill choice of mumble rap “music”. You sighed, digging through your pocket to find your keys. Hmm. No keys. Your bag perhaps?

Shrugging off the heavy bag from your shoulder you squatted down on the floor to dig through the gazillion little things that made out to be your ‘bare necessities’ while on the road. Some basic make-up, writing gear, a usb drive, a tiny sewing kit, a spare pair of leggings, a few peppermints…but ..no keys.

Darn it!

When did you last see them? Your mind was a bit of a blur as you had practically been on zombie-mode ever since getting up. You had been having a rough night as you had just gotten your period. And the many days of working late this week sure didn’t help either. But this? THIS?!

Just your luck.

You could only remember pulling the door closed this morning as you had to rush to the bus stop. Wait. Rewind a bit. Pulling..the door..closed. Oh FUCK. You left your keys inside! How did this always happen to you?

Annoyed with your own stupidity you pulled your phone out of your pocket - thankfully you didn’t lose THAT - and opened your contacts list. Scrolling through the many names your panic started to take a hold of you. Your best friend was out of town. Your ex had recently returned your key. The spare key in your office was inaccessible as the office was already closed. So..who else had a key? Did you really have to call your landlord? Or one of those key repair services. Oh this was bad.

Scrolling further down your eye fell on his name.

“Henrybear.”

A smile crept over your tired face as you remembered the night you had met Henry. The two of you had been quite drunk. Or should you say..really drunk? You two had been soo drunk that this one-night-stand of you two had absolutely failed: you had both fallen asleep. It did however make for a pretty funny moment as you both woke up, neither one of you quite sure about what had happened. Like..did anything happen at all? Well, just to be sure, you had made up for it with a second, much improved round of morning sex. Followed by breakfast in bed. Followed by a whole day of lounging around in your underwear. Followed by many more hook-ups whenever either of you needed it. And it was just what you needed since anything more serious was just not happening as your busy work schedules didn’t allow for this thing called ‘dating’.

It had been a week ago since you had last seen him and..you DID give him a key beforehand so he could let himself in while you were working late.

Should you call him?

Your finger hovered over the call button as you hesitated for a moment. What if he wanted to have sex? You definitely didn’t. Gosh. All you wanted to do was hide away in a blanket and pillow fort and watch bad movies with a large bottle of wine and pizza. Or..what if he wasn’t in town? Or if he was with someone else? Or…

Your thumb accidentally slid over the green button and any further trepidation was thrown out of the window. Your faith was decided upon as he answered after a few rings, his baritone voice greeting you with an upbeat tone.

‘Y/n! How are you darling?’

‘Hen…oh I’m such a fool…’ You started, your voice much more fragile than you wished it to be.

‘Hey, you okay? Something wrong?’ He asked. You sighed, feeling sorry for even bothering him with your own stupidity.

‘Oh it’s just so silly. I think I locked myself out this morning..can’t find my keys in my bag..and..now I can’t get into my apartment and..’ Your voice became more quivering as you rattled on. Gosh these hormones.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. Shh. Calm down love. No need to panic.’ His voice was soothing like honeyed tea, your heartbeat immediately calming as you heard his feet echo through what probably was his hallway.

‘And good news. I have your keys right here.’ You could almost feel his comforting smile upon you, through the phone. You nodded and muttered: ‘Ok. I’ll..eh..come get ‘em. You’re at home?’

‘Oh no need to sweetheart! I’ll come over to you. It doesn’t sound like you need any further excursions for the day. You stay put and I’ll be there in fifteen.’

After silently obliging, you slumped against the wall, your head barely registering as a pair of feet halted right next to you some fifteen minutes later.

‘Hey you.’ Henry smiled lovingly, holding out your key and dangling it in his hand before pushing it into the lock and opening your door. A sound you didn’t know you liked to hear, until just now.

’You look like you are in dire need of wine, a bubble bath, pizza..and..eh..a hug, perhaps?’ You crawled back on your feet and looked into those ocean blue eyes, forgetting all prior objections you had for inviting Henry, his big warm body standing there, ready to be hugged. ‘Come on then.’ He ushered, holding out his arms a bit wider so you could slide right in, your face melting into his thick wool sweater, the scent of cedar wood, wool and some undefinable muskiness welcoming you.

‘Oh I’m sorry for this Hen. And you really didn’t have to come all the way over..’ You sulked as you both walked into your apartment. ‘And here they are..damn.’ You pointed at your keys that still lay on the cupboard in your hallway. Henry snickered and flung his backpack from his shoulder.

As if sensing you were not in a talkative mood he remained quiet, looking into the cosy apartment and waiting for further instructions. You looked over your shoulder at him and sighed. You couldn’t really send him away now, could you?

‘Is pizza okay for you too? With your crazy diets and all?’

‘I’m on the off season right now. So. Absolutely. Give me all the pizza you can get.’ He smiled, taking that as an invitation for him to stay for a little while longer, his hand now moving to close the door behind you two and placed his backpack in the corner.

‘Oh and I brought some “medicine” for you to indulge on.’ He slipped a bottle of your favourite wine out of his backpack, smiling like a proud puppy as you hummed in delight.

‘Henn..oh…’ You swooned, caressing his arm and feeling the annoyances of the day slowly slip into the background. Why was this man such a sweetheart? You couldn’t quite fathom what he was doing here with you, but right now you also didn’t wish for him to be anywhere else. You crushed yourself back against his large chest as you enveloped him in a tight hug, your eyes tearful with relief, the stress finally flowing out of your body.

Henry didn’t object, he just smoothed his large hands over your back in slow circles, slowly rubbing your sore muscles as you cried your tears.

‘I’m probably totally ruining your Friday night.’ You swallowed, nuzzling his wool sweater.

‘Hardly. Otherwise it would have been quite similar, but then without a sweet female counterpart to cuddle with. Pizza..a movie..wine..’ He shrugged and pulled away a bit, thumbing away the tears that were staining your cheeks.

‘How about you sit down and order pizza. Then I’m going to make you a little nest.’ He smiled.

A nest?

Not quite sure what he meant, but ever curious, you slowly nodded and walked to the kitchen island, sitting down on one of the bar stools as you ordered the pizza. While scrolling through the selection of pizzas you heard the rustling of fabrics along with soft socked footfalls to and from the living room. What was he UP to?

After placing your order you went out to look for Henry, finding he had made quite literally..a nest, your bed now stuffed with pillows and blankets.

‘Tada!’ He grinned, patting in the centre, ushering you to crawl in. You couldn’t help but giggle. ‘You are such a dork.’ You sniffled, gingerly crawling onto the mass of blankets before dropping yourself in the pillows. It was perfect. ‘Now, don’t move!’ He said while he left the room again, leaving you once more a tad confused before he returned with your laptop in one hand and two glasses topped with your favourite wine in the other. Reaching out the glasses of wine you quickly moved forward to take them from him and placed them on the night stand, his large body now crawling right next to you, making your cosy nest complete.

Soft fluffy nest? Check.

Wine? Check.

Cute bear to cuddle with? Check.

‘Netflix and cuddle?’ He smiled, opening your laptop. You giggled, nodding in agreement.

And Netflix and cuddle? Definitely check.

‘Now come here then, lovely one.’ He hummed, sitting back and opening his arms so you could crawl into his chest.

That night was probably one of the best nights you ever had. And “nesting”, had become of your new favourite Friday night activities, with Henry.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill read #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #oneshot #fanfiction #fluff #henry cavill fluff #bear hug #henrybear #bear cuddles #nesting

[perksofhs]

“Baby you know I love you right?”

Hi lovelies! Here is my first request piece! I originally posted this ages ago but it seemed to be blocked and wasn’t viewable in tags. Anyway enjoy! Xx

He’d started feeling ill a few days before Christmas Eve, a sniffly nose, sore throat, hot and cold sweats and a fever leading to the conclusion that he had in fact come down with a rather bad flu. He was nuzzled under a mound of blankets that every couple of hours would be thrown off at the onset of a hot sweat even though he knew he’d be freezing in about 10 minutes and have to pull them all back up. He was surrounded by an ever growing number of used tissues and half empty cold and flu medicine packets. You’d been there the whole time insisting that you loved being the care taker for him like he’d done multiple times for you in the 10 months you’d been together. And it was true, plus he was cute when he was sick, he was super cuddly, wanting nothing but you to be next to him holding him close. You knew getting sick yourself was inevitable but you really couldn’t care less, he needed you and you relished in it.

“You need to eat more than that, two spoonfuls isn’t enough” you said, trying to get him to have at least another few mouthfuls of the soup you had prepared but he refused like a stubborn child. “C’mon its pumpkin, your favourite, please baby have some more, I promise it will make you feel better” he huffed and cautiously pushed himself up into a sitting position “Hm fine i’ll have some more, but only because I love you”. “I love you too, plus you want to be better for Christmas Day, being sick on Christmas is the worst. Eat up buttercup! I’m going to duck to the shop and grab a few things to finish out the Christmas shopping before it gets crazy over the next few days. That better be gone when I get back” you said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Ok, can you get me some more tissues and cough drops? My throat is still killing me” he said with a pout “Ok baby I’ll add them to the list, I’ll be back in an hour or so, don’t forget to drink water, and take another cold and flu, the last one will be starting to wear off soon an-” “I think I can handle it babe, just go!” Harry laughed, urging you to get out the door. “Fine! Fine! I’m going! Love you baby” you responded, grabbing your keys and twirling your scarf around your neck before opening the door and bracing the brisk December air.

You’d come home about 2 hours later, trudging inside struggling slightly with the 6 bags of last minute Christmas supplies and a few gifts. You walked down the hallway, dropping the bags on the kitchen island with thud. “Baby how are you feeling? Did you take your cold and flu?” you said, walking into the lounge only to be met with a very asleep Harry, cuddled deep into his blanket nest, messy curls stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead. You placed a soft kiss on his forehead before puling the blankets up slightly, doing your best to gently tuck him in. The room was a mess so you grabbed a spare plastic bag and started tidying the mess. Amongst the tissues, medicine and cough drop wrappers strewn across the coffee table was his leather bound journal, wide open with the a pen resting in the the middle of the two papers. As you reached across to grab the rubbish that surrounded it, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of what was freshly written in the journal. What you read made your heart sink, “I really do love her, please don’t let this be another failed relationship where the love is only from one side again. I don’t think I could handle another broken heart at Christmas. I need her to love me too”. It took you a moment to process those words. Why would he ever think that you weren’t truly in love with him? When he’d said ‘I love you’ you’d said it right back, tears in your eyes, no hesitation or questioning whether you loved him back because it was so obvious that you did. You knew his last couple of relationships didn’t end well but you had no idea that his heart had been broken once or maybe twice at what was meant to be the most magical time of the year.

The sound of Harry starting to stir awake snapped you out of your thoughts, quickly swiping the last few tissues into the bag, flipping the journal closed as if you’d read nothing. Although you couldn’t hide the sadness in your face, the fact that you were on the verge of tears was all too evident. “Mmm you’re back” Harry mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Yep, got everything done, all ready for Christmas day now.” you tried to brush off what you’d just found out but your voice was every so slightly wavering. “Babe are you ok?” He said, reaching out to grab your free hand, stopping you from trying to walk away. A tear slid down your cheek at his words, you frantically tried to wipe it away and brush it off “Yeah yeah I’m fine” you assured but he wasn’t that stupid. “No you’re not, what happened? Did something happen while you were out? Are you hurt?” he worried about you going out by yourself now that your relationship was known to the world. Your features softened, you debated with yourself on whether to mention what you’d just read, on one hand it’s a massive invasion of privacy and it was obviously not meant for your eyes to see but you also needed him to understand that you were committed, fully, to this relationship, to him. “Baby you know I love you right? No ifs ands or buts, I really truly love you” you said, finalising your decision, not answering the questions he’d posed. For a moment he looked completely confused, the sudden profession of your love for him taking him by surprise but then it clicked and his eyes flicked across to his journal.

His expression changed to one of guilt. “Did I do something that made you question it? Do I not show it enough? I don’t know what else I can do!” you said, kneeling down to his level, taking his hands into yours, him gripping them tighter than he ever had. “No baby its nothing you did, I’ve just had so many failed relationships that I can’t turn my brain off when it starts questioning things. You know it was around Christmas two years ago that my last proper relationship broke down?” He was nearly crying, his already red eyes welling up. You knew his last girlfriend was a piece of work but you never imagined she’d be that heartless, especially at Christmas. “Harry I had no idea” you said, placing your hands on his cheeks, lifting his tired sad eyes to meet your similarly watery ones “I can promise you though, right here right now, that that will never happen with me. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. Not only have you added to my life in the most positive way but you have changed me for the better. You helped me realise my worth. You are the most kind, most genuine, most loving partner I have ever have and ever intend on having because you are my end zone Harry. There is no doubt in my mind that you are my person and you shouldn’t have any doubt either. I love you H, and I will forever.” The tears were rolling down his cheeks, as they were yours, a watery smile on his lips. You pulled in him, placing your lips ever so gently on his, solidifying the words that you’d just said. His hands rose to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “Thank you” is all he could manage to say. “Thank you for what?” you enquired, puzzled by his response. “Thank you for loving me, for loving me entirely. I love you so much” he said before pulling you up into the warmest hug. You smiled, finally content with him knowing that there was never a need to be insecure, you loved him and he loved you and that was that.

You pulled away from the hug, sniffing back the rest of the tears “Ok now that we’ve got that all sorted, have you taken your cold and flu? You’re feeling a little warm” he couldn’t help but chuckle at you getting straight back into carer mode. “I did take them and I ate all of my soup I promise, all I want right now is for you to stay here with me, I need a proper cuddle.” You laughed, happily obliging, plopping yourself down next to him, his arms wrapping themselves securely around your waist with yours around his neck “I love you baby” you said, pecking a kiss to his slightly sweaty neck “I love you too baby, so much” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes contently asking himself what he ever did to deserve any of this.

This is another instalment of the ‘The Words you Speak’ series, I’d normally put the link but putting links seems to have been what stopped this post from being viewable so just click on my profile and the Masterlist link is at the top! xx

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[write-like-you-mean-it]

A Hunter’s Prey: A Feeling Worse than Death

Killua looked at the needle with a smug look on his face. He tossed the small, bloody pin towards me. He must’ve expected me to catch it, but I let it fall into the grass. “Illumi is a manipulator and incapable of loving anyone. He is dad’s pawn. The only reason he likes me is because I am to be the heir.”

“I-I don’t understand,” I mutter while looking between the two boys. “What does this mean?”

Killua’s attitude changed. He seemed to finally understand my confusion. Killua took a deep sigh as the realization of how far in denial I was. “Come on, you can’t be that stupid. You must’ve seen Illumi’s needles before. His Nen type is manipulation. He uses needles infused with Nen to manipulate people into doing things for him.”

“Illumi would never-” I start. 

“Yes, he would,” interrupts Killua. “You’re stupid or suck in denial if you believe he would never do this. He did it to me, his own brother who he loves the most. He does it to people regularly. Once you switch into assassin mode, you don’t care about anyone else. You’re only focused on your target. I should know.” 

“Killua,” said Gon while putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. A quiet sign to calm down. 

“No, Gon,” replied Killua while moving his hand away and walking towards me. “I already warned her at the mansion that Illumi doesn’t care for her. It’s time she gets it through her skull that helping out Illumi isn’t good. He doesn’t care for her.” Killua went and picked up the needle and put it in my hand. “Once you see Illumi, give it back to him.”

A few tears ran down my face as Killua’s words started to register. “I…” words refused to come out. “I’m sorry,” I said. I didn’t know exactly who I was apologizing to. Myself? Killua? Gon? None of those seem right. Gon looked between Killua and myself. He seemed as lost as I did. 

“Sorry? You’re sorry? For what?” says Killua. “I tried to warn you. You should’ve ran when I told you. It would’ve saved you a lot of hurt.”

I looked down at the needle that he’d put into my hand. It looked exactly like the ones I’d play with when I was stuck in Illumi’s room. It was Illumi’s. I wiped away a few tears from my eyes. I looked down at my hand now covered in smeared blood. 

“Y/N,” said Gon, finally finding a way to join the conversation. “I can go and get a first aid kit. I’ll be right back.” Killua and I watched as the child ran inside his own house and shut the front door. 

“Killua, I-I didn’t know. I should have never come to find you. I’m sorry for putting you and Alluka in danger.”

Killua seemed to finally calm down as he looked me up and down. I must look pathetic in his eyes. I, a controlled person, standing with shaky legs, blood dripping from my head, and tears threatening to fall at any moment. 

The younger Zoldyck sibling sighed a deep, moanful exhale. “You’re not the only one Illumi has controlled. It took a lot of will power to finally be able to let go. Your mind should come back to you soon enough.”

I nodded along with his statement but there was so much that he didn’t know. So much that had happened between us. Between the letter, ring, and baby, I didn’t know what to believe. Too many thoughts wrapped around my brain as I questioned the last year of my life. I’d been so blind sided by manipulation that I hadn’t noticed my world had stopped. I hadn’t questioned a lot related to my life. I’d accepted Illumi’s love without hesitation because I thought he really did love me. Now, I know it was an act. How much of our relationship was a lie? I became too afraid of that question. 

Instead of living with the thought of the future Zoldyck still inside my womb, I turned my attention to Killua. “I can see why your brother likes you so much. There’s so many good qualities that he never had.”

My comment didn’t phase the white-haired boy. “I know.” At this point, the door opened to reveal Gon carrying a first aid kit in his hand. He had me sit down while taking care of the wound on my head. Killua gave me a nod before going inside the house. 

“I’m sorry,” Gon said while touching a particularly tender spot near where Killua’s hand penetrated only moments before my reality shifted. His apology wasn’t just from the touch. I could tell that these emotions were too much for him. Gon was still a child. 

“It’s alright,” I said. I felt a quick buzz in my back pocket. I pulled out my phone to check the message on the screen. Illumi’s name made my heart fall deep within the void in my stomach. It sloshed around enough that I felt like puking. 

“Who is it?” questioned Gon as he finished my wrapping. 

“Illumi,” I said with a dry mouth. “He’s home and wants me to meet him.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure.” I put my phone back into my pocket. “I’ll come up with it later. I don’t need to bother you with my own drama. You’ve been very kind to me.”

Gon too his hand off of my head only to sit next to me. “Why do I get the feeling that this is a goodbye?”

A small smile crossed my face as we both knew the truth. “I hope you get your Nen back,” I reply. 

Gon’s face mirrored mine. This last month became a blessing in disguise. I came to see him with the same manipulative tactic as Illumi only to find how much I cared for this child. A month, in the grandness of time, is so small; however, I learned to be a better person through Gon. His appreciation for Killua, discussion about Kite, his father, and friends and talks over dinner made me realize how I would like to raise my child. I’d want someone as kind and strong as him.

“I hope everything with Illumi goes well.”

“Gon, Aunt Mito has finished dinner,” called Killua. We turn to look at the door. Gon stands up and runs towards his friend. 

“Y/n,” said Killua. “Be careful. You can still run away. It’s what I’ve been doing and it’s been nice.”

“I wish I could Killua but there’s so much that you don’t know. It was nice to meet you too. Take care of your sister and Gon. Hopefully I’ll see you on better terms.”

Killua didn’t respond but gave a head nod of acknowledgement. It was a sign of mutual respect between two people who’d been hurt by Illumi. I waited until the door shut before finally letting tears fall. “I hope you’re able to see your niece or nephew.”

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On the walk back to the hotel, Illumi texted me two more times. One message stating the place I was to meet him and where and the last one asking why I hadn’t responded. Each text was like a punch to my soul. The pit in my stomach began to feel heavier with each passing thought. 

As I entered my room, there came one final text. All it read was ‘you’ll be here tomorrow.’ Illumi was always commanding in texts. Before, I’d assumed it was a harsh upbringing which made him a terrible and demanding texter. I don’t see it that way anymore. I set the phone on the side table while I crawled into bed. 

The old comforter did little to provide me with comfort. I wrapped the blanket so hard around my body that I could feel it strangling the love from deep within my heart. Only here, did I cry. I cried, sobbed, thrashed, yelled, and cried some more as emotions wracked my frame. Illumi wasn’t the person I thought he was. Instead of a prisoner, I was engaged to the guard. I was carrying the child of a person that couldn't understand love. 

My body became a shaking mess after I’d cried out all the water. My phone buzzed a few more times as Illumi’s messages kept getting more desperate. One begging for a confirmation of the time tomorrow to meet. The last one was even more demanding by stating that he knew I’d read his messages but hadn’t responded. I shouldn’t have even checked them to begin with. 

As I placed my phone down once again, I saw his note he gave to me. His writing even gave away the idea he could manipulate people. He wanted me to use it on anyone that would hurt me. Little did I know that it would be him who hurt me the most. 

I decided to take a few more hours until I would respond. I had to gather my thoughts on what I wanted to say when I met with him. The floating questions buzzed around my head like a swarming nest of flies. Why did he do it? Did he think I couldn’t love him? Was he ever going to tell me? Do I actually love him? Do I even care for him? 

I hadn't noticed I was rubbing my belly until I looked down at the growing stomach. It still looked the same as before but this time, I knew there was something different. I was carrying a monster’s child. I would be raising this monster’s child. More desperate tears ran down my face as the buzzing from my phone grew louder and louder in my head. 

I cried until I could feel the puffiness of my eyes and tear streaks down my face. It wasn’t a pretty cry. It was a cry only found within those who have been ruined. I ruined my own life by falling in love with a monster. 

The crimson sun pierced through the blinds. I hadn’t realized I fell asleep until the bird tweeted and the sun awoke me. It was early morning when I finally woke up from death. My head felt dizzy and the remnants of tears had turned my skin numb. I finally decided it was time to message back Illumi.

Illumi had left message after message. All of them were a mixture of demands. Some were soft ones that pleaded with me to text him back while some were angry messages. There were so many messages that it had become overwhelming to read them all. The last message was at two in the morning. All it read was ‘please respond, Y/N.’ 

That message seemed to be softer than the rest. A broken Illumi begging for a response from me. My fingers typed out a quick message that asked where and when he would like to meet. His response was almost immediate. ‘Meet me at York New in your old apartment. I’ll be waiting.’

My hands shook as I packed my bags. Part of me wanted to say goodbye to the close friend I’d gained. The smarter part knew that they were already gone. Those children didn’t seem like the type to stay in one place. 

The travel from Whale Island to the airport seemed like a death sentence. I felt like I was going to my death. My hands would absentmindedly play with the small bag of stuff Illumi had given to me. My mind wandered to the stuff inside the bag all bought by Illumi. Even far away, he was in control of what I wore, my finances, and almost all parts of my mind. I became so consumed with how excited he’d be once he found out about my new Nen ability. Each grueling day was to prove I was worthy of his time. I should have been asking if he was worth mine. 

At the airport, I bought a small bag. I placed the positive test and ring inside the decorative bag. To the normal looking person, it would look like a present. To me, it was a coffin where my heart went to die. When I bought the bag, I had made up my mind. I shoved the bag into my backpack while buying one final ticket to York New. 

This plane ride was worse. The sky felt heavy. The people seemed more like strangers. Even the air had added density. It became hard to breathe as the plane landed on the air strip. Within an hour, I’d be face to face with the person who ruined my life. 

While walking through the York New airport, a few people seemed to give me a harsh glance as if I'd done something wrong. Maybe they knew where I was headed. Did they take pity on a dead girl walking? Why should they?

My hands shook as I held onto the doorknob of my old apartment. In my past life, there would be no hesitation to come back here. It was my safe space in the hustle of the busy streets. Today, I felt as unsafe as if I were to share a jail with a murderer. 

I didn’t know how I expected Illumi to be when he  finally arrived back. One side of me thought he would have already known about my revelation. What I didn’t expect was for him to be lounging on my couch. His legs were long enough that they were bumping against my coffee table. His eyes were pacing back and forth between the phone and a random chick flick movie on the screen. He looked weirdly domestic. 

Illumi’s appearance hadn’t changed much. He still had the long, silky hair and pale face. However, I saw him change when he looked at me. The furrowed brow became a mixture of diluted emotions. Illumi immediately stood up. “Y/n,” he said. “What happened?”

His concern seemed weirdly out of place for the Illumi I’d known. My bandage. It was still there from when Gon had wrapped my head. No wonder I had gotten strange looks from passersby. “Nothing.” My voice shook as I spoke. My fidgeting hand held up the needle that had been lodged into my head. “Would you mind explaining this?”

Illumi’s face didn’t change. He only took a step back from me and stood a little taller. “You must’ve talked with Killua.”

“I won’t tell you if I did or didn’t. I want answers, Illumi.”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes. Tell me everything from when you placed the pin in my head to now.” 

Illumi didn’t respond at first. He decided to walk towards me, pick up the pin, and go sit back down on the couch. The love confession of two random characters played in the background as Illumi stayed silent. I, apprehensively, took a seat in the armchair catty corner to him. 

His soulless eyes were still hyper focused on the pin in his hand. “I should have sent you home. Not on this mission.”

“You’re not answering what I want. I can still leave. You’re lucky I returned at all.”

“I was beginning to guess that this was why you weren’t returning my messages even after looking at them. The only three people who knew about this trick were my father, Hisoka, and Killua. Now it seems I have a fourth.”

“When did you start controlling me?”

“The night at the bar. I had to have you as my own. You were too busy with other men to even notice me watching you.”

My mind went back to that night. I could remember more details than ever. “I was never drunk. Was I?”

Illumi, after a thorough examination of his work, placed the pin down. “Yes you were.”

“Then no one put anything in my drink that night.”

“That’s wrong too. You wouldn’t have gone with me if I hadn’t.”

I felt my heart drop. Illumi had drugged me that night. “Y-you did this?”

“You were out for a few days. I placed the pin in while you were taken to my house. Mother and father didn’t suspect a thing.”

“You drugged me?” I couldn’t get my mind wrapped around how vicious and volatile Illumi had been. It made my stomach churn the empty contents. I doubt I’d be able to eat for weeks. 

“Would you have fallen in love with me otherwise? An assassin who is too involved with family matters. I did what I had to.”

“No,” I said. “You made my choice for me. I wanted to leave. You forced me into a life that I didn’t want. You made me lose everything.” My emotions ran high as I finally stood up from my chair. “Illumi, you made me lose everything.”

“You gained so much more with me. Your ability to use Nen, a loving family, a loving significant other who will do anything for you. Isn’t that what all girls want?”

I couldn’t believe what was coming from his mouth. “No. That is not what I want. I had a stable job, friends, a life. You took it away from me. You made me watch my friends die. You made me fall in love with you. You made me into a monster just like yourself.”

“I am not a monster.”

“Yes you are. Who controls a person they love?”

“A lot of people.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You still believe you’re right with doing this? What else haven’t you been telling me? Did you actually leave to go somewhere else? What else have you been lying to me about?”

“Nothing. I was really gone. Now how about you calm down and we can have a rational discussion.”

I let out the air in my lungs. I could see red encircling my vision. “I don’t have rational discussions with people I loath.”

Illumi cocked his head as he seemed confused. “But you still love me.”

“No. I detest what you did. You used me. I didn’t consent to anything. My whole year was a lie. The only people that were kind to me was the Phantom Troupe without you.”

I couldn’t tell if Illumi was hurt or disinterested in my words. His lack of facial expressions made me angry. He was too calm for his own good. “Who's to say that once you get bored of me, you won’t kill me? I’m nothing more than a breeding machine to keep up the Zoldyck name. I meant nothing to you.”

“I thought we were to be truthful here.”

“I am.” I reached within my bag and produced the present bag I bought at the airport. “Good thing you already knocked me up so you can get rid of me faster.” I chucked the present at him. He easily dodged but the contents flew from the bag. The ring and pregnancy test clattered to the ground. 

Illumi didn’t seem to connect what was given to him. “You’re pregnant?” 

“Yes. And I’m leaving you.”

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Why komahina is the best ship

Don’t mind me this is just my #1 otp and I love them so much

First of all, we all known komaeda is canonically in love with hinata. The creators confirmed it, it’s in his character book, and not just that, they put them together in every promo art. Remember the valentines art where komaeda made hinata little chocolates ?? And the valentines cakes ?? Even the creators are like hell yeah gay rights

No but in all seriousness, it’s confirmed that Komaeda fell in love with hinata because he was the first person to actually talk to him and show any interest in getting to know him. Which, is really sad considering how low his standards are, but sweet. Komaeda follows him around for the rest of the game, and he mentions that hinata is the only person who he honestly cares about. When hinata starts to act more cold towards him (when komaeda goes a lil nuts) he says how hurt he is that hinata doesn’t like him, but that he’s not “giving up hope yet”

During the chapter 3 despair disease arch where my guy has the liars disease, he tells hinata that he can’t stand being in the same room as him, and that he wants him to go away because he hates looking at his face. Hinata is legit just a dumbass and doesn’t think about it, but that was him saying that he loves being around him and loves looking at his face 🥺 so many people just miss that part when they playthrough and I’m like ?? They said he has the liars disease like at least 20 times how did you forget

In the Japanese version of danganronpa, during komaeda’s famous 5th free time event where he tells hinata he’s in love with him, he literally says “Hinata kun, aishieteru” which not only means “hey I’m in love with you”, it’s literally such a strong and dramatic way to say I love you that most married couples in japan don’t even go that far. He literally says it like it’s the most genuine thing on earth. Also, komaeda states in his free time events that his #1 dream on earth is to be loved by another person. So he’s probably really excited to finally find someone who he actually considers an option for that and it breaks my heart

Now, my favorite piece of komahina in the game is still the fact that Komaeda, who is the most unstable, black and white, hope and despair feeling character on god’s green earth, DOES have a despair sprite, but uses it a total of 0 times in the actual game. Not when his classmates die, not when he’s dying, not when he finds out they’re all remnants, nope none of those. When is the one time he uses the despair sprite ??? in fucking island mode when he goes on a date with hinata, and he’s afraid Hinata will hate him if he doesn’t find something interesting to talk about. 

LIKE 

HONEY

Island mode is so iconic because it’s also where komaeda calls his and hinata’s room their “love nest”, and he also says he’s totally fine with stripping and having Hinata see him ass naked

And the thing that GETS me right in the heart everytime is that he’s in love w izuru AND hinata before he even knows theyre the same people 🥺 in the anime it’s pretty blatant, the most obvious part being izuru shooting him in the heart and him blushing and smiling about it but like you know whatever

And they balance each other out WELL. Hinata is my favorite danganronpa protagonist bc he puts up with 0 shit. He loves his friends, but he shuts down the bs so fast. Naegi is a sweet heart, but he has no spine, and shuichi is so damn depressed he don’t know what’s going on. Hinata is really logical in his thinking and can crush anxious thoughts really well. Komaeda ?? IS an anxious thought. He never shuts up about being worthless or ugly or a loser, and hinata would be so quick to shut that down and validate him and probably make him feel really special 🥺 and komaeda could help hinata not feel so bad about himself in a different way, bc hinata does have a few issues obvi. He feels dumb bc he doesn’t have a talent, and even though komaeda is pissy about it in chapter four, he ultimately doesn’t care. That’s the thing komaeda cares most about on earth, but for hinata, he’s like eh I guess it’s not THAT important.

And like...I just love them so much 🥺in Danganronpa 3 hope arc they got to live happy ever after but I want m o r e I want them to move into their love nest and be happy

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Cut back to the October 31st, 1886, flashback scene –  New Jersey State Lunatic Asylum.

DOCTOR: (Infuriated) What do you mean the patient is gone?!!

NURSE: I went to get more medication and when I returned, she was gone. Doctor, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, she was fully restrained and sedated…

DOCTOR: You, incompetent fool! Do you realize what you just allowed to be released into this world?!! Leave, immediately!

NURSE: Doctor, please, I…

DOCTOR: Are you also incapable of comprehending words? I said, leave! (Nurse leaves, Doctor 2 enters).

DOCTOR 2: Doctor, what on earth is going on?

DOCTOR: We have a serious problem…

Cut to, present-day, October 31st – Freaky old mansion. Darius and a group of hooded people are in the backyard woods, doing some weird ritualistic ceremony. As the full moon rises, they gather around a Hecate’s wheel symbol and chant.

CHANTS:

Nos stare in lumine lunae.

Sanctifica eve est, ille est aditus.

Electus ortu tenebris est virtus.

Et infirmi erunt: et cum exarserit post ortum iluminati.

Cut to – The Mayor’s House. Edward is in the dining room, having dinner by himself. The black box he had received earlier is placed in front of his plate; the balloon, tied to the chair in front of him. He looks out of himself… staring into nothing.

 ANTHONY: Sir, your guests will be arriving soon; shouldn’t you start getting ready?

EDWARD: (Dazing at nothingness) Yes… probably…

ANTHONY: Sir, if I may say… I know this night brings up memories, but you must allow yourself to let that go. You are a good man; you deserve to be happy, find some peace.

EDWARD: After everything that I have done, do you honestly believe that?

ANTHONY: With all my heart. I know you, Sir; I have seen your dark and your light.

EDWARD: You have probably seen much more than what you bargained for.

ANTHONY: At my age, Sir, I have seen much worse, trust me.

EDWARD: Got to love your sense of humor. I will never understand why genetics didn’t make you my father.

ANTHONY: Excuse me for saying this, but I think I am the only father figure you have ever known.

EDWARD: That is very true… And, I want you to know, that whatever happens, I will forever be thankful for having you in my life. After my mother, you are the only person that has made my life have any sort of meaning.

ANTHONY: Sir, don’t say that. I’m grateful for your kind words but with or without me, and dare I say, with or without her, your life has meaning. You just need to see beyond those smoking mirrors that cloud your mind, believe in yourself.

EDWARD: Always so observant….

ANTHONY: So much that I’m going to step out of my place and ask, have you told the Sheriff? 

EDWARD: Oh, will you look at the time! I need to go get ready before my guests arrive. (Takes the black box and leaves, a saddened look on Anthony’s face).

Cut to - The Salvatore house, the gang is back from trick or treating; they are having a drink before heading out to Klaus’s.

 ALARIC: Well, gang, the time has come… everyone ready to do this?

RADKA: As ready as we will ever be; so, (puts her cup up for a toast) I propose a toast: to friendship, family and love, the most important things in life!

EVERYONE: Cheers! (They toast, hug, share a laugh or two).

CAROLINE: (Chugs a shot) Okay, Alaric and I need to go tuck the girls in; we’ll be back in a sec. (They go upstairs).

 As they start getting ready to leave, Damon takes Bonnie outside.

BONNIE: Damon, what’s going on? Don’t tell me you changed your mind about the costume!

DAMON: No matter how many times I try, I don’t seem to get this right, so I’m just going to say it…

BONNIE: Say what?

DAMON: 73,0408...

BONNIE: (Confused) Damon, that makes no sense, are you honestly drunk right now? 

DAMON: That’s the number of days I’ve been on this earth, give or take. And, out of those, 3650 have been the best ones… because you have been a part of them...

BONNIE: Damon…

DAMON: It took me multiple lifetimes to realize what the best things in life are truly about… and that was thanks to you, to this unlikely friendship, which is, beyond a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even when I didn’t know it, and, for the life of me, I still can’t believe I was so blind…

BONNIE: Damon, please, don’t…

DAMON:

Day 1:That Halloween party, when I tried to grab your amulet… I didn’t realize what it meant at the time, psycho mode an all, but it was the first time in my life that I had ever felt an instant connection, an unexplainable draw towards someone… 

Day 2: When I went looking for you at your school, leaned into you and told you I was only trying to protect you… granted it was not the best approach, I know, but I felt it, the tension, the chemistry...

Day 3: The 60’s decade dance… (looking into her eyes) God those eyes… I could have danced, and stared at them all night… 

Day 4: When I finally found you on that creep island… that hug spoke for itself, but swear I had never felt such relief…

Day 5: There were probably about a million people you would have rather been with… how lucky was I to be the one?

The 122 days back in 94. I think those were one of the best ones... Just you, me, vampcakes, crossword puzzles, plaid shirts, The Bodyguard, Monopoly, Tetris, Miss. Cuddles, bourbon, Boyz II Men...

.. and, well, Kai, but...

BONNIE: (In a cold and harsh tone) Damon, stop! (Damon stops cold in his tracks, then Bonnie transitions into a teasing tone) You aren’t really gonna go on for 3645 more days, are you? We’ll be here forever…

DAMON: However long it takes… 

(Softly, places his hands on her cheeks and stares deep into her eyes) You are my person, Bon-Bon… You make me laugh, so much that I actually cry! You make me think, own up to my decisions, don’t take my crap, and boy, do I have some crap! When I’m with you, I feel at home... I am home... you are my home, Bon. You are the reason I know what it means to be alive... the reason I know what it means to love...And, well...I just can’t fight this feeling anymore...  (Damon takes out his phone, puts on a song, and holds the phone above his head, in reference to the famous John Cusak scene. Bonnie can’t help but crack up). 

BONNIE: You’re crazy...

DAMON: Absolutely bunkers, one flew over cuckoo's nest, for you... I love you, Bonnie Sheila Bennett and all I want to do is to keep loving you, every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year of my life… and afterlife…  (slowly leans in for a kiss… ).

CAROLINE: (Caroline walks outside, unaware of the situation). Hey guys, the girls are tucked in; we are ready to… (she realizes the moment she has, once again, interrupted) Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry!! Leaving now! (Vamps out).

DAMON: I swear, I could kill Goldie Locks, right about now!!!

BONNIE: (Laughs) Hey...come here (pulls him in for a kiss).

 Caroline vamps her way back into the living room, pulls Stefan aside.

 CAROLINE: Oh my god, Stefan, you won’t believe what is happening right now! Granted I almost sabotaged the moment, once again, but at last!

STEFAN: Damon and Bonnie?

CAROLINE: You know it!

STEFAN: Well, it was about time…

CAROLINE: Right!?

KATHERINE: (Who has sneaked in on their conversation) Please, I called it from a mile away! But, hey, good for them! I mean, let’s be honest, we all knew the Elena thing was rooted on Damon’s fixation over me… I mean, their relationship was even more toxic than ours! But I must admit, I’m actually happy for him, despite my everlasting loath, it’s somewhat nice to see him make the right choice, for once.  

CAROLINE: Aw, hello, creeper!? Did we ask for your opinion?

KATHERINE: What about bygones?

CAROLINE: One day at a time… (Damon and Bonnie come back inside)

KATHERINE: So, are you two love birds ready to go? (They all look at them with a smirk on their faces).

Cut to – The Mikaelson mansion. Danae comes running through the front door. Klaus, looking pissed, is sitting on the piano bench, playing random keynotes.

 DANAE: Hello dear (kisses him on the cheek), I’m sorry I’m so late; I had one of my migraines and needed to compose myself before heading back. (Looks around) Good, no one is here yet. Love, what’s with the face? I told you I was sorry …

KLAUS: Just get ready, they will be arriving any time now.

DANAE: Don’t be mad, I told you I’d be here… and I’m here… better late than never.

KLAUS: I’m just a bit on edge, nothing personal.

DANAE: Don’t be, we have nothing to worry about. With my migraine came a vision, and I can assure you, we are going to be fine, I promise (hugs him). Now, let me go get changed, I’ll be down in a few. (Doorbell rings, Klaus opens the door).

KLAUS: (Looks at Damon, cracks up). Don’t you look lovely!

DAMON: Oh, shut up! (Pushes him aside, walks inside).

KLAUS: Now, you (referring to Bonnie)... I think you just stole my soul…

BONNIE: As if you had one… (pushes him aside, walks inside)

KLAUS: Ouch, Bonnie, that hurt. So, where are the others?

BONNIE: They were right behind us, they should be here soon.

KLAUS: (They settle down in the living room). Can I offer you a drink?

DAMON: Yes, two bourbons, on the rocks.

KLAUS: (Doorbell rings again) Well, you are going to have to fetch it yourself (signals to the bar, then goes to open the front door).

STRANGER: Is Tamara here?

KLAUS: Sorry, love, wrong house. (Shuts the door, goes back to the living room)

BONNIE: Who was it?

KLAUS: Drunken teen… Anyway, while we wait for the others, I must ask one last time (to Bonnie) are you sure you are ready to do this, love? We can call it quits, come up with another plan…

BONNIE: Oh, I’m ready. (With sarcasm) Question is, are you?

KLAUS: Feisty, I love it (gives her a smirk) …

DAMON: Hey, down boy…

KLAUS: Oh, relax Damon, always so protective of your precious Bon-Bon. (Danae comes down and joins them). Love, you look breathtaking (kisses her on the cheek)…

DANAE: Thank you, dear, this was all five minutes could do for me. (Turns to Bonnie) Hello Bonnie, you are looking ravishing…

BONNIE: Thank you, (to herself) I guess?

DANAE: (Turns to Damon) You, on the order hand…

DAMON: Yep, I know. (Doorbell rings).

BONINE: That must be Caroline and Alaric…

DANAE: I’ll get it (goes to open the door). Caroline, (referring to her costume) I must say, I expected more from you…

CAROLINE: Don’t even get me started… (walks in).

DANAE: Alaric, Radka, love the costumes… where is Sergei?

ALARIC: He stayed at the mansion with Stefan, in case he needs back up.

DANAE: Good call; come on in, everyone is in the living room. (As she is about to shut the door)

KATHERINE: Hey, wait for me (walking clumsy, trying not to stumble on her dress again).

 (Everyone gathers in the living room)

 ALARIC: Tyler, Matt, Lexie and Khuyana should be here soon; in the meantime, should we go through the plan one last time?

KLAUS: I think we have done that more than enough; let’s just enjoy our drinks while we wait.

 Cut to - The Salvatore mansion, Elena and Sam ring the bell; Stefan opens the door.

 ELENA: (Stares at Stefan in disbelief and tear eyed, she was not expecting to be so affected by seeing him) Stefan… (tears dripping down her face) Oh, my god… (hugs him real tight and for quite some time).

STEFAN: (Also tear eyed) Elena… (bit of an awkward moment with Sam just standing there; after a couple of minutes they finally stop hugging).

SAM: So, you are the famous Stefan? Great to finally meet you, I’m Sam (they shake hands).

STEFAN: Nice to meet you too, come on in.

ELENA: (As she walks inside and realizes no one is there) Where is everyone?

STEFAN: Guessing Caroline and Bonnie didn’t put you up to date?

ELENA: About?

STEFAN: Oh god, let me offer you guys a drink first, and I’ll explain. (As he is preparing the drinks).

ELENA: Stefan, what’s going on?

STEFAN: (Nervously) Lemons, we need lemons… lemons, yes, in the kitchen... (rushes out).

SAM: Well, this is really getting awkward…

ELENA: Something is going on... (gets her phone out, calls Caroline, goes to voice message) Caroline Elizabeth Forbes, what the hell is going on! (Calls Bonnie but it also goes to voice message) Bonnie Sheila Bennett, you better tell me what is happening!!! (To Sam) I can’t believe they’d leave me out of the loop like this!

SAM: Maybe they are just looking out for you…

ELENA: I don’t need to be looked for; I can handle myself.

SAM: I know you can, but I think they just wanted to respect your wishes of not being involved with the crazy supernatural things anymore…

ELENA: That’s no excuse… (gets up, walks to the kitchen, where Stefan is desperately trying to reach Caroline on her phone). 

STEFAN: (Leaving a voice message) Care, I think you forgot one tiny little detail in your master plan... Elena! (Hangs up).

ELENA: Stefan, tell me what is going on?

STEFAN: Fine; let’s go back to the living room, I’ll tell you everything I know.

ELENA: (As Stefan is walking out) Wait, what about the lemons?

 Cut to – The Mayor’s house. Edward is greeting his guests as they arrive.

EDWARD: Welcome everyone... (To a mysterious looking lady, wearing some very peculiar gloves) Madame (kisses her hand), always a pleasure.

MADAME: Thank you, my dear (winks at him; walks inside).

EDWARD: (Greets her companion) Mr. Northcott (shakes his hand), happy you made it. Please, come in…. (points to the lounge are) indulge.

 Cut back to the Mikaelson mansion.

 KLAUS: I think it’s safe to say that Donovan is a no show; why am I not surprised.

KHUYANA: (Rolls her eyes at him) I’m sorry you guys, he promised he would be here.

ALARIC: Well, we can’t wait anymore, it’s almost midnight, we need to take our places.

BONNIE: We really do.  (To Danae) Let’s go. (As they are about to head upstairs…)

DAMON: Wait… (pulls Bonnie towards him, kisses her, and whispers in her ear) I love you, don’t you ever forget that. Please, be safe.

BONNIE: (Whispers back) I will… we got this… we are Batman and Robin, we kick ass! (Damon smirks) Oh, and just in case it wasn’t clear before, I love you too (kisses him).

 KLAUS: (Snarky) Oh, lovely... 

Cut back to – Creepy old mansion, in what looks to be an underground bunker lab. Darius is outside a heavily sealed and guarded door, with some weird-ass Scientestis that are injecting him with something; Matt, walks in.

 DARIUS: Sheriff (with sarcasm), glad to know you can figure out coordinates. You actually made it...

MATT: I didn’t have much of a choice.

DARIUS: Oh, come on, you know better than anyone that there is always a choice… (Matt hands him the key that had been sent to him before). Oh no, there is a reason why you are here; you are the only one that can access it.

MATT: And why is that?

DARIUS: I only know the how not the why… (hands him the chess piece that had been sent to him before by Edward. Matt turns the chess piece around; a code and the letter “L” are engraved on the bottom).

MATT: (Knowing Edward had been sent that same chess piece just a few hours ago) Wait… how?

DARIUS: Oh Sheriff, you truly underestimate my intelligence; you do know I am a certified genius, right? Edward might have more pull, you know how “the elite” are, but I am much smarter than he is. You really should have better instincts when choosing your alliances… (Darius looks at the clock). One minute till midnight…Time to play (winks).

 The clock strikes midnight… the witching hour has begun.

Bonnie shuts her eyes and releases her psychic block. Danae is holding her hand, chanting. Suddenly, an overwhelming energy blast emanates from Bonnie… 

Then, a total blackout, absolute silence. An uncanny feeling of calmness, not fitting with the expected scenario. Seems like the moment, and everyone in it has been suspended in time. After a few minutes, Bonnie opens her eyes, she looks around. The place seems familiar, but something is off… Why is she alone? Why can’t she remember where she is, or why she is even there? The darkness, the smell of ashes, the silence, the debris… something horrible must have happened here… but what? And why was she there? Bonnie gets up slowly, the place in utter devastation. She walks, for miles and miles amongst ruins and debris… no movement, no sound, no light, no life…  

Why did this place feel so familiar to her? As she continues to walk, trying to remember anything that can help her figure out why she is there, and how she can get out, she stumbles upon another familiar sighting… an old mansion, which strangely, still stands intact. Maybe not the wisest decision, but she had to check it out, it was as if something was pulling her in. She opens the door, walks inside… 

How could this be possible? Where did all these people come from? That music, she has heard it before… How could this place have survived? She takes a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror… How? She looks ravishing, no doubt, but when did she change into that that attire? 

A man approaches her, she knows him, so much in fact, that she is pretty sure she is in love with him. The man grabs her hand, kisses it with delicate caress…

DARIUS: My love, I’ve been expecting you…

BONNIE: I know… (winks, then pulls him in for a passionate kiss).

TVD 9x06 coming next! =)

Sorry, it took me so long to update, has been quite crazy, but at last! =)

TVD Season 9 Fanfic, hope you keep stopping by, reading and enjoying! =)

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[sasorikigai]

BLOOD ISLAND - Mirror Match Meta 

Scorpion: The fire is home now.  Hanzo: No. The fire is my heart beating. 

The fire is destructive, all-consuming, yet burning ever-bright and ever true. It’s pure energy unleashed in light and flames that are dyed every shade of yellow and orange that finally surrender into a deeper blue. It’s Hanzo Hasashi’s love manifested, that changes, but does not cease or wane, but ever higher the flames climb, and consume, it purifies; the heat so intense that sparks fly into the night like stars seeking his eyes and soul. Hanzo and Scorpion fight for his soul, as the volatile viciousness of Scorpion’s demon becomes raging fire, against the halcyon flames; terror for one, calming for another. 

Scorpion: Without hellfire, you’re just a depressed loner with a death wish. Why deny the inferno within?  Hanzo: I turned - memories of my family into weapons. 

Hardly, Scorpioni is the clinging to the last vestiges of a lost cause, as executing Hammurabi’s Code - an eye for an eye - is not enough for his clan. All Scorpion wishes to do is to burn the whole world, along with all the loved ones of the present, specifically Takeda Takahashi. It’s much easier and effortless to be consumed in abysmal darkness; pitiless and deep, as the stirred hornet’s nest of his mind would continually battle with the bitter taste of defeat and deprsssion, torment, trials and tribulations of his life, as the more Hanzo rages, he will simply be rendered into the shadow beneath the street lantern in the night of Scorpion’s mind, so he refuses to give into the unnecessary wrath and vengeance Scorpion continues to urge Hanzo to enact forth. 

By now, the Agents of Chaos - all the corrupted warriors of the Blood Code - and Havik would have been fighting Takeda, with Fujin’s gift bestowed upon Hanzo’s Shirai Ryu philosophy - a traditional mask of the Shirai Ryu, along with the serrated whip - as he would fight not for vengeance, but for justice. As Scorpion plunges a katana in Hanzo’s chest, the Demon demands that they do something to change the world, and this is where I have a huge beef with Hanzo’s characterization. 

Scorpion: I don’t need a heart that bleeds with survivor’s guilt anymore. Now we feel changes nothing, but ourselves.  Hanzo: I’ve worn guilt like a noose around my neck long enough. Time to let my actions speak for themselves. No guilt, no vengeance, only justice. 

Searching for Hanzo Hasashi’s proverbial nature means that he would continue to live in between the flowers that are alive and the flowers that are alive; empty glasses of his mind and soul will remain unfilled, and a mountain of hope stacked like an immeasurable mountaintops will become withered like an illusion. The devils will grow like forests and make the clumped hellfire of his sin, the most deepest regrets to drown in the lake of infernal everburning flames, as he would cut down Scorpion with his ‘Stop Ahead’ fatality.  

While Hanzo would own what he has done, as he would fully accept your accountability for his actions and all of their consequences in order to begin the process of forgiving himself, he would self-reflect on the events that have happened, as he would even re-experience them over and over again through his nightmares. However, knowing that given the frame of reference, Hanzo was doing what was necessary at the time. All he could do is to find more constructive ways to fill the same needs for not only his present that involves saving Takeda and preventing Havik from collecting Shinnok’s Amulet, but to build his future, which means he would reerect the Shirai Ryu for the third time. 

He may learn from his mistakes, and mindfully consider the event and its repercussions, to reflect and think upon what he did, what he learned, as all those lessons in his life would improve his life and change him as a person to make amends and atone, but he would never, ever live with no guilt and no vengeance. Hanzo Hasashi’s PTSD, watching his despined skull gaze frozen Harumi and Satoshi with his own hollow, dead eyes, and seeing all the sanguine spectacle of the slaughtered clan members and watching the village being engulfed in flames would never become something that he will get away with. He will find ways to make other people’s lives better, and he will suffer from traumas, nightmares, and even panic attacks because his suffering and agony is so great. His atonement will become reparative and productive, and as the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu, he will apply lessons learned to practice mindfulness, in order to not fall back into the mistakes of his past. 

And most importantly, Hanzo Hasashi will eventually forgive himself in the long run; he will forgive himself for the mistakes he has made, and he would allow himself to move forward in living as his best possible self.

Just before Havik takes entertaining pleasure in Takeda’s prolonged painful, agonizing death, Hanzo unexpectedly and abruptly makes his entrance to surprise the Cleric of Chaos, before ripping Havik’s head apart from his body, to disappear to the Netherrealm, leaving Takeda to plea for his Grandmaster, as Havik’s body, along with blood-trailed rivulets are left. Back in the Netherrealm, Hanzo shows up to meet Moloch and Drahmin hovering for carrion at the Gates of Hell, and tosses Havik’s head towards them. 

Moloch: Hold on, Scorpion. We haven’t forgotten how you betrayed Quan Chi. You serve Earthrealm now...  Hanzo: I serve me, and I didn’t come down here for a fight. But if you insist... 

While he continues to solidify himself as a true neutral; as people like Hanzo as of current are concerned primarily with their own well-being and that of the group or organization which aids them. They may behave in a good manner to those that they consider friends and allies, but will only act maliciously against those who have tried to injure them in some way. For the rest, he does not care. He does not wish ill on those he doesn’t know, but they also do not care when they hear of evil befalling them. Better for others to suffer the evil than the true neutral and his allies. If an ally is in need, he will aid him, out of genuine love or because he may be able to count on that ally a little more in the future. A "hell-fire and brimstone" lawful good priest is just as offensive as a neutral evil racial supremacist in his eyes, although this fact may be only exacerbated with the MKX story mode, where such exemplification is shown when Hanzo infiltrates the Special Forces Base with his ninjas, wanting to serve vindictive justice upon Quan Chi, now a withered sorcerer. 

A true neutral like him may take up the cause of his nation, not because he necessarily feels obligated to do so, but because it just makes sense to support the group that protects his way of life. Hanzo being a true natural with a highly philosophical outlook, he may hold that law, chaos, good, and evil are all necessary forces in the universe. But all are of equal import, and none should be allowed to take precedence over another, unless an imbalance should be perceived - in which case corrective steps must be taken until the balance is righted once again. Hence, the motives of a highly philosophical true neutral character are perhaps the most difficult for any other alignment to fathom, for such a true neutral being will usually act first to preserve the balance, second if he deems it his business, and third if it is in his own best interests. 

The Netherrealm’s existence is an absolute must when it comes to Hanzo Hasashi’s existence; for the blueprint of his being is now bound to its power, because he truly is the quintessential manifestation of such duality, the opposite, as the nature of fire dwells within him. The curse of destructive, annihilative hellfire, along with the magnanimous helios that dwell and bask towards those that need his protection, as this attitude of balance will ordinarily be reflected in Hanzo’s choice of companions and should thus be demonstrated with reasonable consistency. And this, I believe, would mark the beginnings of Hanzo’s journey of further character development, making him a strong individualist marked by a streak of kindness and benevolence, believing in all the virtues of goodness and right. 

#✗ obsessive cathartic (headcanon) #✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii)

[constelacionde-orion]

Every you Every me (6/?)

Pairing : Tony!Father x Reader!Daughter x Steve x Avengers 

Warnings: swearing, angst, memories, there’s a little fluff so idk(? Summary: You are Tony’s daughter, everything was normal until you recall your past in your nightmares.

A/N : THIS IS STEVE’S POINT OF VIEW, and I know, grammar ….

Word Count: 3471

Chapter 1  Chapter 2.1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14

“Steve, just stop!” I heard Bucky’s voice behind me.

I kept punching the bag in front of me, one, two, three times, over and over again. Every damn punch was for the reflection of myself, it was like fighting against me, I wanted to go back in time and make everything right.  

Punch after punch I saw the hours ago, just two and a half hours ago. She was alive, she was warm, her skin was tanned with the few sunlight from winter and soft as her hair, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes, those eyes were shining like the first day I saw her and she was smiling. Two fucking hours ago she held me in her arms, like if she knew something will went wrong, I saw it in her eyes, in just one glance that lasted less than a second, but there it was, fear, confusion, uncertainty, she was scared and when everything went wrong I did nothing, I didn’t look for her, I didn’t send help for her, I was just waiting for her, waiting to see her again.

“You could’ve save her!” I screamed with the final punch, sending the punching bag flying meters away from me.

I fell on my knees, I saw the ground, sweat and tears were falling. I heard my heart hammering on my brain, the sound of my heavy breathing, the sobs coming out from my throat and Bucky’s hand on my shoulder.

“Steve” He said in a low voice but I didn’t answer.

“Steve, this wasn’t your fault, no one knew” Bucky said while he kneels beside me.

“She knew. She was afraid, she knew something was wrong” I said, still looking at the ground.

“Man. She didn’t,  and you better stop blaming yourself” Bucky said with a sigh.

“I didn’t do anything for her Bucky. I-I could’ve-” “But no one of us did” Bucky said before I could finish and this time i look up to see him.

As everyone his eyes were red with tear stains on his face.

“We all could have done something, so just stop it, stop saying it was your fault Steve! Everyone up there is blaming themselves too, we let her down! and the less we can do now is wait” Bucky said with sadness on his voice.

And I realized we were eleven out there, with her. She had eleven possibilities, eleven chances, eleven ways to be alive, and any of us where there with her, no one gave her a hand.

And so now I was pissed, we let her alone and nobody moved a finger when she was going to die down there.

“Guys. Tony wants to talk with us in the main room” Natasha said in the doorframe of the gym before she left.

“Let’s go man” Bucky said after he get up, he offered me a hand and I tooked it.

All the way my body was walking like autopilot mode, my mind was thinking in the possibilities we had, thinking about a life without her, I wouldn’t see her again, I’ll never could hold her again in the nights, kiss her, make her smile and laugh. There will be no one singing in the kitchen, dancing in the hallways or under the soft moonlight, everything would be grey and dull without her, everything will be cold, and lifeless like, winter.

“Rogers, just sit” I heard Tony’s voice beside me.

I looked at him, God, I shouldn’t have done that, it was Tony Stark broken outside and inside, then I looked around and I saw everyone, no one knows what to do, who to call, where to move, nothing, just waiting. I saw Sam’s head nodding beside him for me to sit down.

There was when I felt like her, when she remembered things and she zoned out, you’re trapped in your mind, thinking or recalling things and suddenly you’re awake, confused and lost, you try to comprehend what’s going on in real life, but you don’t know how.

I sit beside Sam, my eyes were looking the table in front, I was still thinking, remembering. I guess I just wanted to be in a better place, with her.

“What are we doing here Tony?” Wanda asked confused.

“We are here, for Y/N” Tony said in front of everyone, and we all heard, it was difficult for him to talk.

He closed his eyes, his hands were playing with a kind of device os something. He took a breath and then he look at us again.

“You don’t have idea how rough it was to talk to her or at least to make her talk. She just watched me, she look at my hands, my actions, but no word escaped her mouth. I thought she was deaf or something-” he said with a chuckle

“But then she screamed, every night, three years ago and I felt bad, you know? I’m his father, still she didn’t saw me that way before, it was hard to me too, but we’re family, by bloodlines and God, it was so hard because she’s stubborn like me, she shoved me off of her life everytime she could, and somehow I made her speak, then smile, then laugh, and then we build our bond of daughter-father, something I thought I would never have” Tony said taking a breath

“And in those three years I’ve learnt a lot of things, I’m still amazed of how we truly look like, but I’m more amazed of the progress she made here, with all of you. We’re truly a family for her, she had told me millions of times, and she also told me one of her favorite memories, her first Christmas, the one in Clint’s house, the one with the burning Christmas tree and dogs everywhere” he said again with a chuckle and we all made the same.  

“That was her favorite memory and I’m sure, everyone of us had one. Mine’s for example, the one in the kitchen, the one you all have seen-” Tony said, seconds before the big screen came down behind Tony and the video started, Tony took a seat beside Wanda.

We were looking at the footage, taking by F.R.I.D.A.Y. It was 6 a.m., we arrived four hours ago that day from a mission on Morocco, so everyone was asleep at that hours, until she came in the kitchen, wearing an old hoodie from Gotham’s University.

“She’s our little geek” Sam said with a chuckle and we all laughed, and we continued with the video.

She was looking for something, we all knew what, Thor’s Poptarts, that made him laugh and said ‘and she’s the little thief too’. The footage continued, until she was making a kind of quick dessert, she grabbed many things and she started cooking. She asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play her playlist and that’s where everything begun.

She was singing and dancing, a full performance of the songs played on the background. We were laughing again with this video, it was too hilarious, and it turned better when Tony scared her, he was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a big pair of boxers. They were dancing, singing, making a kind of Broadway act and then Tony slipped into the floor. She was laughing so hard, like everyone.

“So, what’s your favorite memory of Y/N?” Tony asked when the laughter died.

Everyone looked around, looking at each of us.

“When she went to Wakanda with me. She truly wanted to know my people, my roots-” T'challa said with a smile.

I couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous to remember when both of them left for a full month, we weren’t a thing yet, but I already loved her back then. I didn’t said nothing and I just listened, that memory was the detonator for their friendship.

“Man, I shouldn’t say this, she’ll kill me, but when we made all those pranks to everyone. God, magnets, the nest, glue-” Clint said laughing and soon everyone started to recall that day, so laughter and threats of death came to the conversation.

“The campfire, please! we didn’t want to make that thing, but still we did, for her, remember? she wanted so bad to see the stars that no one turned her off, and it’s my favourite memory of her, of all of us-” Sam said with a sad chuckle before he continued.

“The big hunting in the Tower for sure. Your girl it’s pretty creative to make this kind of games, you know?” Natasha told me with a smile, then she continued with the Autumn story and the bets made that day.

“Coney Island, that’s my favorite” Bucky said and Tony looked at him surprised “What? it was a fun day, I mean, Sam was there too-” Bucky told us the whole memory and I couldn’t hide the smile.

“All the karaoke nights are my favorite, even more when we are in the Tower. She really enjoys those nights, you can see her how much she loves them. But the first time we did it, when Thor brought his liqueur-” Wanda said laughing and smiling, soon her tears were from happiness. Everyone told their point of view of that crazy night, and in fact, that day was when I started falling for her and hard.

“Now that Lady Wanda remind me. My favorite memory with Y/N was when she made me a Birthday party and she brought Jane too…” Thor was saying and I remembered that day, everything was a mess before Thor arrived to the Tower  and she was in the border of hysteria, stille everything turn kind of well.

“What can I say? She looks at me as a brother, like if we have the same blood. She wants me to be happy, so she teached me how to cook, you know to surprise Wanda. Also, that day happened a lot of weird things-” Vision keep telling the story.

Everyone was laughing and crying with the memories even me and then everyone looked at me, so I realized I was the only one left. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t pick one, every story with her it’s different and I don’t know. I can tell you that my favorites are when we just sit out in the balcon to draw for hours with a playlist made by her, or our longs road trips because she wanted to discover new places, the birthday parties, when we go out to jazz clubs, or even just mornings, it’s just perfect to know she’s there, i love her hair being a mess, even when she scolds me for my wounds, or when she listen to all my tales, she always heard them as if I was telling her the secrets of the universe, she looks at me as I was the moon. But, I have this one…  ”

Autumn, rain and strong winds. We didn’t have any mission in months, so Clint, Thor, T'challa and Sam weren’t in the Tower. Tony made us to Bucky and me a full marathon of pop culture, so we we’re on the Tv room, eating all types of junk food, the others were nowhere to be seen.

We were watching Blade Runner, one of the favorites of Y/N so I tried to payed attention, until Bucky spoked.

“Man. This kind of movies are awesome, but nothing like back in the day” Bucky said with his mouth full of popcorns.

“Things change Bucky, that’s why we are here” I reminded him, my eyes still looking at the giant screen.

“I know, but… did you miss those days? like going to dance at nights with the jazz, you that kind of stuff?, damn I would pay anything to go back, at least one day” he said with more popcorns on his mouth.

“What would you do in that day?” I asked curious

“What I wouldn’t do? I’ll take a pretty gal to dance, maybe walk in the streets under the stars, eat hot dogs from Coney Island, I’ll see my family once again, maybe I have a second chance to say goodbye” Bucky said with seriousness in his voice, he almost looked sad.

And so was I, if someone could give me one day like Bucky said, I’ll totally be with my mother, I’ll didn’t mind to like before if that would give me a day with her.

“You miss Sarah?” Bucky asked even though he knew the answer.

“You don’t have idea pal, but thing is I don’t remember her, like every detail of her, and that freaks me out” I told him with frown.

“You’ll never forget her, I’m sure” Bucky said, he placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled.

“Hope you it’s true” I told him with a smile.  

“It will. But, let’s change the topic, when are you going to tell Tony?” Bucky asked, I looked at him confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Pal. you really can’t hide the truth” he said with a chuckle

“How you know?” I asked him more confused.

“Dude, really? you two are too obvious, I bet Tony already knows” Bucky said with a smile

“Bucky, since when you know?” I asked him more curious.

“Let’s see, oh yeah, your birthday, 3 months I guess, since when you two are dating?” he said with a smirk.

“6 months Buck, but shut up, please” I felt my cheeks turned pink.

“Man! Now I understand why she have your hoodies, and why she leaves your bedroom on mornings!” Bucky said amazed.

“Just shut up” I said once more but there wasn’t a power on Earth to make Bucky shut up.

It was pretty late at night and I couldn’t sleep and I was waiting for here, since breakfast I didn’t saw her, so I was missing her. I was going to call her when I heard knocks on my door. 

“Steve? are you awake?” I heard her voice behind the door. 

I hurried to open and I saw her, she was soaked, but she was standing there with something behind her, I didn’t gave a damn, I hugged her like if there was going to be the last time. 

“Jesus Christ, I can’t breathe” she said with a giggle. 

I let her go and I step aside for her to get inside. She walks inside and she turn around to see me, I close the door and I walk towards her to kiss her deeply. 

“What was gotten into you? huh?” she said with a huge smile after the long kiss.

“I’ve missed you” I said with a same smile. 

She bits her lower lip and she blushes, and then I realized that she’s really soaked.

“Where have you been?! you’re soaked!” I told her with concern, I go to my closet and take out some clothes to her. 

“Kind of long story, but don’t worry about it, I’m fine” she said before she sneezes. 

“No sense. Go, change” I told her nodding my head toward the bathroom. 

She grabs the clothes with her free hand, and then she disappears into the bathroom for some minutes. She comes out wearing one of my long boxers and a blue hoodie, her hair in a messy bun.

“You’re such a mom” she said with a chuckle. 

“I don’t want you to get sick Y/N” I told her with a smile, she looks so cute wearing my clothes. 

“Well, what a gentleman” she says with a smile. 

“So, what were you doing outside with these storms?” I asked her with a mischievous grin. 

“Don’t do that” she laughs before she continues “This is serious stuff” she said with a smile. 

I look at her confused and then she commands me to close my eyes. I do what she says and I heard her walking around my room, then I feel something in my hands. 'You can see now’ she says and I look at my hands. It’s a rectangular box.

“Open it” she says with excited and with a sparkle in her eyes. 

I open the box and I take out what look like a big frame, I turn it to see the picture and I gasp. 

“I thought you may want something to remember her, you know? I haven’t saw anything around here that makes you remember her, not that I’m saying you don’t do that, but you know-” she was talking faster and faster because she was nervous. 

I was looking at the framed drawing on my hands, it was Sarah Rogers, my mother. I looked at every path she made, it was, perfect. I felt tears coming in my eyes and I looked at her.

 "You made this?“ I asked her and she looked at me more nervous, she nodded with her head.

 I leaved the drawing on my bed and i heard her still talking, she was scared that I didn’t like it, she was so nervous that she didn’t saw me walking towards her and I kissed her hard again, all tension left her body and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"H-how did you find her face?” I asked her with a smile after I stop kissing her.

“I searched for months in different places, like the municipal library, old registers of hospitals, mostly every where, until I found her” she said smiling, her eyes looking at me. 

“God. I love you” I told her after kissing all her face, and she was laughing so hard I knew everyone in the Tower could hear us.

“For sure, that’s one of my favorite memories with her” I said with a sad smile.

Everyone was looking at me, but mostly Wanda was so touched by the story, I mean everyone was, but she had always told us how much she loved the fact that the two of us were a couple.

“You two are definitly love birds” Sam said with a chukle and a smile.

“Well. now, I bring all of you here because, that’s the way I want you all to remember her and before you all speak listen to me. This happened because, I hide things from her, to all of you” Tony said and know, everyone was confused.

The image of Y/N appeared on the screen behind, one when she had a huge smile on her face, it was her birthday on that pic, so everyone smiled.

“This is our Y/N, the one we love” Tony said with a sad smile.

And then a photograph appeard beside that one. One of her, wearing a high pony tail, with her eyes white and with a lot of black liner. There’s wasn’t a smile on her face, you could feel rage and hate, but the worst, she was wearing a black suit, in her chest, the big red logo of Hydra.

Everyone gasped. We were shocked, everyone started yelling at Tony, making questions, how? Y/N? Why?.

“Shut up!” Tony yelled and everyone tooked their sits again, we were confused.

“This is also Y/N, our Y/N, it’s the same girl, our friend, my daughter, the one we love, the same person, so let me explain everything” she said with tears on his eyes and hurt in his voice.

“After our civil war, I had this urgency to know if I was really the last one of my family. So I made F.R.I.D.A.Y search for DNA tests around the world, looking for matches in any kind of blood data base. A week after, I got one match, Y/N, location, somewhere outside the cities from Ukraine, an Hydra’s base. I went with the iron troopers for her, when I found her she was inside a cell, starving to dead, hardly alive, so I bring her home with all of her register” Tony took a breath again.

“When she was awake she didn’t knew anything, neither her name. So I invented a story for her. She was born with her powers, so her mother left her with her uncle, until she died from diabetes in 2016, from there, she studied part of her college in Europe, she comes back and she had a fatal car accident, it’s a miracle that’s she’s alive, that’s why she doesn’t remember anything, that’s why she have to take her pills, to block her past, and make nightmares something common”  Tony told us with sadness in his voice.

“But her true story. It’s worst. What HYDRA did to her wasn’t her fault!, she’s not our enemy, she’s part of us” Tony said with hurt in his voice.

“What did they made her Tony?” I asked him with my fists closed.

“You will know about Lilian” Tony said with tears in his eyes.

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My 10 Most Controversial Opinions

            Counting down to my ten-year anniversary in February 2020, I offer this quick retrospective on my 10 most controversial opinions. I base this on the number of comments I’ve received arguing back at me when I’ve made certain statements, as well as what people have said about me on other web sites.

I was originally going to title this article “10 Reasons to Despise Me,” but I feel like we have enough invective slung back and forth about fairly trivial issues. Indeed, if you find yourself “despising” me for any of these opinions, I would suggest that you’re taking the entire subject too seriously.

          10. I think there’s a “right” way and a “wrong” way to play even single-player games.

         In my entry on “Cheats & Liars,” I used an analogy with crossword puzzles. The “point” of a crossword puzzle is not to fill in the blocks with letters; it’s to use your knowledge, intuition, and puzzle-solving skills to interpret the clues and derive the only possible answer. Thus, you are doing crossword puzzles wrong if you use a crossword puzzle dictionary or some other source to help you finish the puzzle. An unfinished puzzle is preferable to a puzzle that you finish by cheating, because at that point you’ve sacrificed the ability to ever finish it properly.            

No one disputes that people should follow the rules when it comes to competitive sports. I can’t ride a bicycle along the route of the Boston Marathon and expect the same recognition–or any recognition at all–when I have the fastest time. Nor is there any other aspect of life where we say that it’s okay to break the rules if no one else is watching. A practitioner of a religion, an alcoholic in recovery, or someone on a diet does not get to argue “but I was alone!” when he (respectively) neglected his morning prayers, drank himself under the table, or ate an entire cheesecake. 

         Playing single-player RPGs may be a solitary activity, but that doesn’t mean there are no rules. Sure, breaking them doesn’t harm anyone but you, but then neither does breaking your diet. That doesn’t mean it isn’t at least a little shameful when you do it.

         9. I wouldn’t mind if modern RPGs still made us take notes and make maps.

             The other night, I was playing GreedFall with Irene. Some NPC was giving instructions to a character about a potion, and she said something like “note the ingredients carefully.” Irene immediately reached for a piece of paper and a pen, and I laughed. I don’t care what the NPC said, I knew there was no way the game was going to make a player depend on an external note to properly finish the quest. I was right, of course.

But I wouldn’t have minded if the game had required us to write down the ingredients. I would have welcomed it. I miss the days of gaming with a notepad and graph paper by my side. Quest markers have ruined modern RPGs. Even “hardcore” modes generally don’t turn them off.           

Playing Might and Magic involved a lot of real work.

            8. I don’t like music playing during my games.

That’s not the same thing as saying “I don’t like game music.” I very often admire the compositions; I just don’t want them playing during the actual game. I think this is largely because I’m very music-oriented generally, and I see listening to music as an active experience. I only want it playing when my primary task is listening to music. To me, “background” music is like having someone constantly talking at you while you’re trying to focus on something else.

So I play my games with the music off. Sorry. I know–I miss so much.           7. I don’t like games about rape.

You wouldn’t think that one would be so controversial, but on at least one site it makes me a laughingstock.             6. I don’t like Japanese graphics.

I don’t know if it’s because I was born too early or because I never owned a Nintendo, but for whatever reason I missed out on the era where Japanese animation and tropes became normalized among American youth. I look at the result and I’m baffled. (There was a time when I would have said “disgusted,” so perhaps I’ve made a little progress.) Part of the issue is the artwork itself, perhaps more of it has to do with what the artist chooses to depict–and what players are apparently okay with. If I’m going to play a racing game, I want to race racecars, not goofy little go-karts piloted by mustachioed plumbers. If I’m going to pit monsters against each other in gladiatorial matches, I want them to look like monsters, not characters from the Island of Misfit Toys. And if I’m going to play an action-adventure, I want to play a classic hero, not an effete little elf with bare legs and a pointy hat.

I have a lot of readers that want me to play Chrono Trigger. I’ve watched videos of it. It looks like a bunch of children running around. If I was a fan of the game, I would not be clamoring for my review.

5. I think computer RPGs are superior to console RPGs.

The primary issue is the nature of the input. A controller naturally limits the possibilities of a game. You cannot offer the complexity of NetHack‘s or even Ultima‘s interface with a controller (at least, not without annoying nested menus), nor can you move, look, and click with the same precision as a keyboard and a mouse. Entire styles of gameplay, such as Ultima IV‘s keyword-based dialogue, or text-based inputs for adventure games, or even most point-and-click adventure games, become impossible on the console. Nowadays, because successful games must be offered on both computer and console platforms, these limitations functionally inhibit even computer RPGs.

Then again, I do occasionally like playing a game on the couch, with my wife, next to the fireplace. If a keyboard is better than a console controller, a console controller is better than any attempt I’ve ever seen to make a keyboard, mouse, and PC setup work from a comfortable position with a television. So there are situations in which the console is better than the computer. I just prefer action games in those situations.

              Even I admit: time for a console RPG.

           4. I don’t care about voiced dialogue–in fact, I wish it would go away.

I’m convinced that voiced dialogue, more than any other factor, is keeping modern games from greatness. The necessity of getting an actor into a studio to voice every possible line of dialogue is what prevents developers from creating more quest dependencies, creating alternate endings, fixing bugs, and including a lot more NPCs in games that feel very sparse without them. It also keeps the character’s chosen name from ever appearing meaningfully in the game.

The Infinity Engine games had the perfect balance. Key dialogues were recorded with voice actors, but most of the time the text was unvoiced. It shouldn’t have progressed beyond that.

3. I don’t mind about re-use of engines.

I mostly want new content, not an entirely new gameplay experience. I grant you that a few series have taken it too far–the Gold Box comes to mind–but in general I think developers should be getting a lot more use out of interfaces and mechanics already developed. It never bothered me for a second that Might and Magic VIII had basically the same interface as Might and Magic VI. I doubt any fan agrees that the “upgrade” in Might and Magic IX did the series any favors. I think it’s basically insane that developers only issue two or three expansions for titles like Fallout 4 or Dragon Age. I would pay as much as the original game for a new story set in the exact same world using the exact same locations. Surely, I can’t be the only one.

2. I don’t hate Bethesda–or, at least, I don’t hate them for the same reason you do.

I love nonlinear, open world games, and there’s no one that’s shown they can do them as well as Bethesda. I don’t mind if some of their other features are a little rough around the edges. Many, many years ago, in the midst of the most addictive period I spent with the game, I opined that Skyrim was “perhaps the best CRPG I have ever played.” That got quite a reaction from my own commenters and commenters on other sites.               

I later had reason to regret the statement; I was basically high when I wrote it. It was the equivalent of telling some guy you practically just met, “you’re my best friend, and I love you, man” when it’s 3:00 AM in a bar and you’ve both been drinking gimlets all night. But having qualified the original statement somewhat, I have to admit that it’s still one of the best CRPGs I’ve ever played. If that upsets you, I’m sorry. It gives me what I’m looking for.

That said, I do hate Bethesda a little. Not because of what they produce, but because of what they don’t. Skyrim sold over 3 million copies in its first two days. It won “game of the year” from practically every magazine and site that offers that award. It ultimately made over a billion dollars. What the hell kind of management decision delays the next game in the series for over ten years?! I’ve rarely seen a company that financially irresponsible with its intellectual property. George Lucas before he sold Star Wars to Disney comes to mind, but even he allowed a generous Expanded Universe.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t have my chibi hangup and I could be a fan of Pokémon or Zelda instead. Lovers of those franchises must lose track of all the main series games, expansions, off-shoots, and remakes. You know who knows how to run a brand? Marvel Studios. In a decade, they issued 23 films and 11 television shows, plus associated web series, comic books, and novels, and still none of its fans are complaining of “oversaturation.” Bethesda needs to sell to Disney, hire Brandon Sanderson, or otherwise do what it takes to get their heads out of their asses and start producing.

1. I not only think Fallout 4 is better than Fallout: New Vegas, I think it’s much better.

I say this believing that New Vegas is already an excellent game. But I listen to its fans describe how much better it is than Fallout 4 and I don’t know what they’re talking about. How can they argue that it has more factions, when 4 has essentially the same number? How can the argue about role-playing choices when all your choices in New Vegas collapse into the same battle at the same location? Do they honestly think that Boone and Cass and Gannon are more memorable than Nick and Cait and Deacon?

         One of the 10 best NPCs ever.

          Every time I get into an argument about this issue with someone, I offer basically the same list of why I think 4 is a better game:

             No ridiculously low level cap–no level cap at all, in fact

The ability to keep playing after the end of the main quest, with bonus content depending on what factions you went with 

A much larger, more open world with more locations to find; the game really rewards unfettered exploration

Boston is a huge, dense city rather than Vegas’s three buildings

The Settlement/building/settlement defense system

A perks system that actually encourages different character builds

Better item crafting

Much cooler power armor (with jetpacks!)

No invisible walls

An excellent “survival” mode; I can’t imagine playing without it

Flying around in vertibirds

Along with the jetpacks and vertibirds, just a more “vertical” game in general; there’s a lot to find on building tops and elevated highways

Behemoths and mirelurk queens

A gun that shoots actual cannonballs

The ability to call artillery salvos on enemy fortifications

Can blow off enemies’ individual body parts, allowing for more interesting combat tactics overall

               Against this, I accept the arguments that the dialogue system isn’t very good and that whoever nerfed the deathclaws ought to be fired. Beyond that, Fallout 4‘s superiority is so obvious to me that I feel like I must be living in another universe when I get into a discussion with most fans of the series.

So there we are: my 10 most controversial opinions. Everyone will probably be enraged at something. Even if you don’t agree with me, I hope you admire my honesty and the risk I’m taking with my Patreon account. 

Coming up: Ten years of upsetting people with more controversial opinions, starting with fans of the Arkania series.

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A Power Rangers Flick By Heather Ray.

Premier jeu de tatouages à collectionner, Power Tatoo ® réinvente le célèbre jeu du Shifumi (pierre/ feuille/ ciseau) au cours de celebrations rapides mêlant bluff et tactique. The initial root that these all derive from is the one that approves a specific power, usually for the sake of establishing a freedom, as I defined in the area on the source of power. The hotel lift is a lot smaller sized and also is made use of for daily upkeep tasks such as altering a light bulb. If you don't wish to be mollycoddled by a safety Pilates teacher or linked to restrictive gym routines, after that the needs and unpredictability of rock climbing might make it the task for you. Fitness centers don't constantly give out a Regulations of Conduct" book when you join; you're just expected to imitate a decent human being, clean up after on your own and usually act. As a steadfast drive system is made use of to power the lift, smooth procedure and high efficiency is achieved in many cases. Anthony Robbins is a professional of Day Lift and Raise, a relied on resource for assessment, layout and installation of availability tools such as Stairlifts, Mobility device Lifts, and also Elevators for homes and services throughout the tri-state area, New York, New Jersey, Connecticut. Problem is, not all fitness centers are needed to have AEDs (just California, Illinois, Indiana, Massachusetts, Michigan, New Jacket, New york city, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island and also the District of Columbia legitimately need AEDs in health clubs) and among those that do, the team could not be trained. That indicates you can do 3 collections of 6 reps (18 in overall), 6 sets of 3 associates (18 in total amount), 4 collections of 5 associates (20 in total), 4 sets of 4 reps (16 in total), and also lots of other combinations. Because their specialized functions and also choices, wheelchair lift vans are very tough and also challenging to discover on the market. 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The lift will certainly cause a younger and also stronger want to the cheeks, the chin, the jaw and also the nasolabial folds (or else known as the nose to mouth location). Health and fitness experts have actually frequently discussed about which exercise supplies the much better muscle mass development, entirely free weights like pinhead workouts or stationary weights like many fitness center equipment. You can likewise make use of a few of the computer upkeep devices which frequently keep track of power consumption of your computer as well as recommend the means to control it. But that system cannot give customers dependable power when they need it one of the most. The EU has massive economic influence over Israel, as well as it thinks the blockade has to be lifted. From what I could tell, the Lakers began tracking data of private gamers back then, but the CBE program as it is explained in this post wased initially utilized during the 1986-87 NBA season. Wonderful!! 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One might suggest that Whitlock is the -Murray of the gymnastics globe; he likes a silent, also slightly plain life compared with the star career his friend Louis has taken. Much of the health clubs require their members to follow the laws to be able to go into and make use of the centers. No, regardless of popular concepts as well as the normal urban myths, Pfeffer contends that the course to power is substantially different than the prominent ideas we were increased to believe. Then you are bound to decide out after a few days, if you see that you are obtaining pinched in order to pay for your health club Sydney subscription. It is just a partial settlement to become aware that the paradox likewise implies that political hopefuls such as Donald Trump - upset, manipulative bullies - are less most likely to acquire power to begin with. We've all been in circumstances where we have actually placed our happiness as well as power in other people's hands or in the control of something beyond ourselves thinking that it's the only way to be delighted. An individual could stand for a private passion and utilize all their moral stamina to encourage a power figure to impose their personal interest. Some clients might choose to have a 2nd lift done after that time however will certainly select one more type that is not as invasive. From scenting also excellent to filling a giant size canteen when there is a line of people behind you, continue reading to see if you're guilty of any one of these 16 fitness center pet dog peeves. The Gym claimed the number of inexpensive fitness centers nationwide had increased to 319 this year from 58 in 2011. That claimed, the plot brings me to my 2nd complaint - one which maintains Outright Power from being a 5-star book. The health club likewise consists of 450 items of cardio exercise equipment along with free weights as well as equipments. After that, given that it is natural for guy to attempt to obtain power without recuperating elegance, he whips the line back and forth making it whistle each method, and in some cases even breaking off the fly from the leader, but the power that was mosting likely to carry the little fly throughout the river in some way obtains diverted right into constructing a bird's nest of line, leader, and fly that falls out of the air into the water regarding 10 feet in front of the fisherman. The phenomenon is condemned on nerve gas, witchcraft, an anti-male conspiracy theory, an enigma infection; it's assumed that a remedy will be located and the regular" balance of power recovered.

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‘Baby you know I love you right?’

Hi lovelies! Here is my first request piece! I’m adding it to “The Words You Speak” series because I think it fits well!

He’d started feeling ill a few days before Christmas Eve, a sniffly nose, sore throat, hot and cold sweats and a fever leading to the conclusion that he had in fact come down with a rather bad flu. He was nuzzled under a mound of blankets that every couple of hours would be thrown off at the onset of a hot sweat even though he knew he’d be freezing in about 10 minutes and have to pull them all back up. He was surrounded by an ever growing number of used tissues and half empty cold and flu medicine packets. You’d been there the whole time insisting that you loved being the care taker for him like he’d done multiple times for you in the 10 months you’d been together. And it was true, plus he was cute when he was sick, he was super cuddly, wanting nothing but you to be next to him holding him close. You knew getting sick yourself was inevitable but you really couldn’t care less, he needed you and you relished in it.

“Baby you need to eat more than that, two spoonfuls isn’t enough” you said, trying to get him to have at least another few mouthfuls of the soup you had prepared but he refused like a stubborn child. “C’mon its pumpkin, your favourite, please baby have some more, I promise it will make you feel better” he huffed and cautiously pushed himself up into a sitting position “Hm fine i’ll have some more, but only because I love you”. “I love you too, plus you want to be better for Christmas Day, being sick on Christmas is the worst. Eat up buttercup! I’m going to duck to the shop and grab a few things to finish out the Christmas shopping before it gets crazy over the next few days. That better be gone when I get back” you said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Ok, can you get me some more tissues and cough drops? My throat is still killing me” he said with a pout “Ok baby I’ll add them to the list, I’ll be back in an hour or so, don’t forget to drink water, and take another cold and flu, the last one will be starting to wear off soon an-” “I think I can handle it babe, just go!” Harry laughed, urging you to get out the door. “Fine! Fine! I’m going! Love you baby” you responded, grabbing your keys and twirling your scarf around your neck before opening the door and bracing the brisk December air.  

You’d come home about 2 hours later, trudging inside struggling slightly with the 6 bags of last minute Christmas supplies and a few gifts. You walked down the hallway, dropping the bags on the kitchen island with thud. “Baby how are you feeling? Did you take your cold and flu?” you said, walking into the lounge only to be met with a very asleep Harry, cuddled deep into his blanket nest, messy curls stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead. You placed a soft kiss on his forehead before puling the blankets up slightly, doing your best to gently tuck him in. The room was a mess so you grabbed a spare plastic bag and started tidying the mess. Amongst the tissues, medicine and cough drop wrappers strewn across the coffee table was his leather bound journal, wide open with the a pen resting in the the middle of the two papers. As you reached across to grab the rubbish that surrounded it, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of what was freshly written in the journal. What you read made your heart sink, “I really do love her, please don’t let this be another failed relationship where the love is only from one side again. I don’t think I could handle another broken heart at Christmas. I need her to love me too”. It took you a moment to process those words. Why would he ever think that you weren’t truly in love with him? When he’d said ‘I love you’ you’d said it right back, tears in your eyes, no hesitation or questioning whether you loved him back because it was so obvious that you did. You knew his last couple of relationships didn’t end well but you had no idea that his heart had been broken once or maybe twice at what was meant to be the most magical time of the year.

The sound of Harry starting to stir awake snapped you out of your thoughts, quickly swiping the last few tissues into the bag, flipping the journal closed as if you’d read nothing. Although you couldn’t hide the sadness in your face, the fact that you were on the verge of tears was all too evident. “Mmm baby you’re back” Harry mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Yep, got everything done, all ready for Christmas day now.” you tried to brush off what you’d just found out but your voice was every so slightly wavering. “Babe are you ok? you sound sad” He said, reaching out to grab your free hand, stopping you from trying to walk away. A tear slid down your cheek at his words, you frantically tried to wipe it away and brush it off “Yeah yeah I’m fine” you assured but he wasn’t that stupid. “No you’re not, what happened? Did something happen while you were out? Are you hurt?” he worried about you going out by yourself now that your relationship was known to the world. Your features softened, you debated with yourself on whether to mention what you’d just read, on one hand it’s a massive invasion of privacy and it was obviously not meant for your eyes to see but you also needed him to understand that you were committed, fully, to this relationship, to him. “Baby you know I love you right? No ifs ands or buts, I really truly love you” you said, finalising your decision, not answering the questions he’d posed. For a moment he looked completely confused, the sudden profession of your love for him taking him by surprise but then it clicked and his eyes flicked across to his journal.

His expression changed to one of guilt. “Did I do something that made you question it? Do I not show it enough? I don’t know what else I can do!” you said, kneeling down to his level, taking his hands into yours, him gripping them tighter than he ever had. “No baby its nothing you did, I’ve just had so many failed relationships that I can’t turn my brain off when it starts questioning things. You know it was around Christmas two years ago that my last proper relationship broke down?” He was nearly crying, his already red eyes welling up. You knew his last girlfriend was a piece of work but you never imagined she’d be that heartless, especially at Christmas. “Harry I had no idea” you said, placing your hands on his cheeks, lifting his tired sad eyes to meet your similarly watery ones “I can promise you though, right here right now, that that will never happen with me. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. Not only have you added to my life in the most positive way but you have changed me for the better. You helped me realise my worth. You are the most kind, most genuine, most loving partner I have ever have and ever intend on having because you are my end zone Harry. There is no doubt in my mind that you are my person and you shouldn’t have any doubt either. I love you H, and I will forever.” The tears were rolling down his cheeks, as they were yours, a watery smile on his lips. You pulled in him, placing your lips ever so gently on his, solidifying the words that you’d just said. His hands rose to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “Thank you” is all he could manage to say. “Thank you for what?” you enquired, puzzled by his response. “Thank you for loving me, for loving me entirely. I love you so much” he said before pulling you up into the warmest hug. You smiled, finally content with him knowing that there was never a need to be insecure, you loved him and he loved you and that was that.

You pulled away from the hug, sniffing back the rest of the tears “Ok now that we’ve got that all sorted, have you taken your cold and flu? You’re feeling a little warm” he couldn’t help but chuckle at you getting straight back into carer mode. “I did take them and I ate all of my soup I promise, all I want right now is for you to stay here with me, I need a proper cuddle.” You laughed, happily obliging, plopping yourself down next to him, his arms wrapping themselves securely around your waist with yours around his neck “I love you baby” you said, pecking a kiss to his slightly sweaty neck “I love you too baby, so much” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes contently asking himself what he ever did to deserve any of this.

Ok lovelies I’m sorry this took me literally two weeks to get this done! Christmas and New Years was a bit of a whirlwind at my house! This yet another instalment of the ‘The Words You Speak’ series! If you want to read any more of my writings you can find them here! Also if there is anything you want me to write requests are open here! ope everyone had a lovely festive season and fun New Year! xxx

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