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organic-guacamole · 3 years

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episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #seblos #nini salazar roberts #jack hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith #kourtney greene #big red #ashlyn caswell #caswell cousins #portwell will be the death of me #guac's episode text blocks :)

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rafej-cambanks · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day

KJ’s Fic Exchange

Prompts: “This isn’t a Shakespearean play, Romeo” & “Valentine’s Day just isn’t really my thing”

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Trope: Roommates

Requested by: @halpertstuna

Fic Exchange by: @killingbxys & @earthlyholland

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warning: Cursing

Author’s Note: I hope you like it, Ash! I’m sorry that it’s a short one. Happy V-Day bby mwah xo

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It was just another Sunday.

You never understood why one day a year, everyone made such a big fuss about love. You’d never been one to celebrate dumb holidays like this, you barely even celebrated your own birthday, which is why you had decided to give cupid a break this year.

Growing up, you and your best friend had spent every Valentine’s Day together, no matter what. Even if one or both of you were in relationships, without fail, you spent February 14th with eachother. You dedicated the day to friendship and avoided all of the Hallmark Channel-type bullshit that surrounded this inane holiday. It was a tradition, a grand tradition, and it lasted for over a decade. Last year, after your best friend had gotten married, she had moved to the other side of the country and you lost the best excuse you had ever had to get out of celebrating Valentine’s Day.

You had spent most of the day doing normal Sunday things; you did laundry, went to the gym and got groceries. When you got home, you headed to your room to take a shower and realized you hadn’t seen your roommate, JJ, all day. Making a mental note to text him later, you stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash everything away.

You had been living with JJ for a few months after being close friends for years. After your long-term boyfriend had ended things with you a few months prior, you had had to move out of the apartment the two of you shared. With a broken heart and your life packed up into boxes, you had leaned on JJ in your time of need. Being the amazing friend that he is, he had opted out of the rest of his lease early and found an apartment big enough for the two of you. There’s no man you trusted more; JJ had always had your back.

After stepping out of the shower and changing into something more comfortable, you heard noises from the other room and opened your bedroom door to check on your friend.

JJ was standing in the living room in a dress shirt and slacks. His hair was gelled back and it smelled like he was wearing cologne. He had his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face. He was just standing there... strange.

JJ looked undeniably handsome - it was no wonder all the girls swooned over him. Hell, when you had first met him, you had a massive crush on him too, it had just faded over time. Well, sort of.

“Hey stranger,” you said, eyeing him cautiously, “hot date?”

“You could say that,” he chimed, his signature smirk flashing across his lips.

“What’s going on?” you asked, taking a few more steps towards him, now noticing the dozen red roses that were in a vase on the coffee table.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. You raised an eyebrow at him and reluctantly listened, keeping your eyes closed as you heard his footsteps padding away from you.

“Okay, you can open them,” he called from the kitchen of your open-concept apartment.

You took a few steps forward, walking farther into the living room to see where he had gone. Once you were in the living room, you looked into the kitchen to see that the table had been set; there were two place settings, a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. There was also Chinese take-out on the counter, your go-to comfort food.

“What’s all this?” you asked, more confused than anything. It looked like a date, and smelled like a date. Was this supposed to be a date?

“I heard that your date with Mark was cancelled on you, so I wanted to make sure you had a nice Valentine’s Day,” he said triumphantly, “just being a good roommate.”

Ugh, I can’t believe that she told him, you thought to yourself. I bet she put him up to this to make up for breaking our tradition.

You suddenly felt stupid for thinking otherwise, even if it was just for a split second.

“Oh yeah, who told you that?” you asked.

“A little birdie,” he said smugly, refusing to give up his source.

“Um, I think you were misinformed. I cancelled my date for tonight and moved it to next week,” you said, “I wanted to spend today doing errands.”

“Why did you cancel it?” JJ asked. You could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t believe you.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it was only our second date and it seemed like a lot of pressure. I thought I’d give him an easy out.”

“But I don’t get it - why would you want to spend Valentine’s day alone when you finally have someone to share it with?”

“I’ve always had someone to share it with,” you explained, “the person that I usually share it with is busy. Besides, I’m not too sure about Mark yet.”

JJ nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Plus, Valentine’s Day just isn’t really my thing. That’s why we always did non-valentine’s stuff all of these years. We would just have a girl’s day; do facemasks, eat takeout, watch movies. It was the best.”

You hadn’t realized until that moment how disappointed you were that your plans had changed. Growing up sucks, especially when your friends move on before you.

“And you can tell the little birdie that she’s dead meat,” you added, regaining your composure, “I’m going to kill her for putting you up to this.”

“Nobody put me up to anything,” JJ insisted, a proud look on his face as he puffed out his chest. “This was all me.”

You turned to the coffee table and noticed a little envelope attached to the bouquet. The name on the envelope read “Amber”, and you looked back at JJ. You had been skeptical, but of course there was another girl. This was JJ after all.

“You did all of this for me huh? Even the roses?” you asked, a hint of suspicion in your voice. You raised an eyebrow, daring him to lie to you.

“Yep,” he said, taking a few steps towards you, seemingly noticing the envelope. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out how to steal that little envelope without you noticing.

You took a few steps back, eyes still locked on JJ’s. You snatched the little note from the bouquet and he took a few more quick steps towards you, the telltale smile on his face indicating that you were right on the money.

“Okay then, who’s Amber?” you asked, cocking your head to the side and shooting him a smile. He ran his hands through his hair, knowing full-well that he had to give it up, but the stubborn ass wasn’t about to admit to anything. Deny, deny, deny.

“Nobody,” he lied through his teeth, “they must’ve sent us the wrong ones.”

With a smirk on your face, you got behind the coffee table so he couldn’t run and snatch the card from you. JJ took a few more quick steps forward but you shot him a look, holding up your hand to tell him to stop. He reluctantly nodded, a mischievous smirk still plastered on his lips. Pulling a notecard out of the envelope, you began to read out loud.

“Dear Amber, You’re beauty and you’re grace, You’re satin and you’re lace, I’m so thankful that you’re mine, Will you be my valentine? Love, JJ”

You couldn’t help but shoot him a look.

“Seriously, J?” you scoffed, trying not to laugh. “This isn’t a Shakespearean play, Romeo. It’s just a day like any other. Do you normally write girls poems?”

His face turned hot and red and you couldn’t keep yourself from bursting into laughter. He tried to lunge at you to grab the note from your hands, but you kept the coffee table between you and held the note just out of reach.

“She’s beauty and grace huh?” you asked, and he rolled his eyes in response. “Where did you come up with that shit?”

“I don’t know,” JJ replied with a chuckle, digging his hands deep into his pockets, “I know it’s dumb, okay. I found it on the internet.”

You couldn’t help your laughter, but you could tell that he was embarrassed. Truth is, you probably would’ve been flattered if someone had sent you a poem. Especially a cute, hopeless romantic like JJ.

“It’s still very sweet, J,” you cooed, shooting him a sincere smile. “Where is this little valentine of yours? I don’t believe I’ve met her.”

“Ehh, she cancelled,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders, “she got back together with her ex today.”

You nodded, trying to gage his reaction. He actually didn’t seem too torn up about it, but you still felt for him. Getting dumped sucks, especially on a day like today.

“Ugh I’m sorry,” you said, putting the card on the coffee table, “girls are the worst.”

“Not all of them,” JJ replied, shooting you a wink. “It’s her loss. Now I get to spend my evening with you.” You rolled your eyes in response but you felt your face get hot and had to look away. Was JJ Maybank flirting with you?

He sat down on the couch he was standing in front of and you walked over to join him, taking a seat at the opposite end. He turned his body to face you and draped his arm casually over the back of the couch.

“So, why don’t you like Valentines Day?” JJ asked. “Just out of curiosity.”

You sighed, still facing forward and looking at the wall. “I've just never felt like celebrating it before,” you replied honestly, finally turning to meet his gaze, “and I guess this year, everyone going all out for one romantic day just reminds me how alone I feel every other day.”

JJ nodded in response, looking at you with kind eyes and understanding. “It sounds to me like you just haven’t found the right date yet.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied with a smile.

JJ stood from the couch and walked to the kitchen without a word. After a minute or so, he came back with two glasses of red wine in his hands. He took a seat next to you on the couch, much closer this time, and held out a glass for you to take.

JJ cleared his throat and held his glass up to toast.

“To… the right date,” he said, his eyes intensely locked on yours. You weren't sure whether it was the look on his face, the sparkle in his eyes, or the fact that he called this a date, but you felt butterflies.

“Salut,” you replied, raising your glass to his as a smile crept onto your lips.

Something gave you the feeling that this could be the start of something pretty special. Something amazing, with your favourite person, on the cheesiest of all possible days. Good grief.

*clink*

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damonsvftie · 4 years

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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝟏

Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Summary: y/n celebrates her one year anniversary with Draco as well as remembering how they even ended up where they are.

Note: This is based of the song “Only 1 by Ariana Grande’ I highly recommend you listen to it it’s such a good song! ALSO THIS IS 1.6K words

‘Lookin' in your eyes, makes me wonder how

I got so much time, with you and there's more around

I know all the competition that's after you

So I get to thinking, is this to good to be true’

It had been a year since me and Draco have been dating and today marked our 1 year anniversary (we finally reached that milestone!). The whole day I was too excited to focus on any of my lessons as I sat in my seat contemplating how on earth I managed to finesse such a fine man who treated me like an absolute princess. Ever since the Slytherin Prince set foot in school, pretty much every girl was practically drooling over him and they still do! But now that I was with him it felt as if it was too good to be real. Almost as if it were too good to be true.

‘That we're living

In a fairytale no malice in our lives

Baby oh, it's hard to believe

All the love you have inside is only mine

That's how I know’

There would be days in which things seemed not so realistic as if I were living a fairytale and as if the whole thing was my imagination or even a dream. So far things were running smoothly between the two of us. Nothing to be worried about as we lived our fairytale themed lives. We were and still are inseparable.

‘I can't, be your, only one

No I can't, be your only one

'Cause you look twice as good as anyone I ever met

And your love is three time better, how could anyone forget

No I can't’

I remember the first time he asked me out I threw my head back, hysterically laughing at him as if he cracked some hilarious joke. “Your kidding right?” I asked seriously once I stopped laughing.

“No, im not,” he huffed looking annoyed.

“For Merlin’s sake Draco! Stop it! Your only asking me out so you can embarrass me in front of everyone,” I replied back agitated, clenching my fists by my side.

“Why would you say that?” He asked looking slightly hurt.

“I can’t be your only one! I mean look at you and pansy-,” I muttered while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Y/n, she’s just a friend,” he explained calmly while he took a step further towards me, his face inches away from mine.

“Draco I’m gonna need you to stop right there,” I backed away from him as I crossed my arms in frustration. The past month, Draco was trying to flirt with me and I found it awfully unusual as he despised all muggle borns(which would include me since i wasn’t a half blood let alone a pure one).

However, I secretly liked it. I managed to always put up a front as if I didn’t care about him In any way but his love was just three times better than any one else’s and let’s not forget that he looked twice as good as anyone I’d ever met.

I remember hesitating to take up the offer but in the end I eventually gave in. I already knew the next day he would dump me and make me look like a fool in front of everyone however that never happened.

‘As I'm layin' down, with you every night

It still gets to me, that you remain by my side

I ain't saying that I'm not deservin' of you

But I was dreaming, bigger than I ever knew’

Time progressed and me and Draco were still together. I honestly thought that he was just playing with me but he was dead serious about taking things to the next level.

One day we went stargazing, we laid on the freshly mown grass as we looked up examining the beautiful balls of fire that hung in the blanket of darkness.

Everything felt so unreal, I mean I found it hard to believe that he was so pensive about the whole ‘I’m dating you and your dating me’ thing. As I laid beside him it got to me how he was still by my side after 6 months of putting up with my crap. I mean hadn’t he like given up already?

In the last 6 months, I felt as if I had really gotten to see the real, vulnerable side of him and I was elated to say that he was everything I had ever dreamed of in a boyfriend. He was so caring, respectful (I know right? Draco Malfoy and respect) and overall he was the biggest softie I had ever met.

I wished for living

‘In a fairytale no malice and no lies

Baby oh, it's hard to believe

All the love you have to give inside is only mine

That's how I know’

In the next 3 months, doubt started to take over my mind since Draco was beginning to spend most of him time with Pansy Parkinson. She was always with him wherever he went.

—

“Where are you going?” Asked Draco as he held my wrist Loosely.

“I have homework to do, I’ll catch up with you later,” I replied as I dipped down to kiss him on the cheek then proceeding to walk out the hall.

Obviously I lied about doing my work. I left because I couldn’t bear how Parkinson kept clinging onto him whenever I was present and It made it hard to believe that all the love he had to give was only mine. It made me jealous. I envied her.

‘I can't, be your, only one

No I can't, be your only one

'Cause you look twice as good as anyone I ever met

And your love is three time better, how could anyone forget

No I cant’

That rest of that day I couldn’t help but feel miserable about my self. He always seemed to reciprocate Pansy and I seriously loathed it. I was planning on calling things off with him and I was determined to do so.

—

“Are you trying to break up with me?” He asked, his face distorted.

“If you want to put it that way..then yes,” I mumbled while I fiddled with my fingers.

“Why?” That was the only word that came out of his mouth as he leaned himself against the wall, avoiding to meet my gaze.

“Draco.. I just... I feel as if you and Pansy are meant for eachother,” I whispered, exhaling deeply right after.

“Y/n what makes you say that? I don’t belong with her I belong with you,” he responded softly as he pulled me in for a tight hug. I inhaled his sweet scent as we stood their for what seemed like hours, cradling one another.

—

And here we are now. It’s been one long year since we’ve been together and I couldn’t have been more fortunate. Once all of my classes had ended, I ran to my dorm wrapping up the gift I had bought him.

I tried my best to make my wrapping skills look neat as possible. Once I was finished with that I waited impatiently until it was way after curfew since me and Draco planned on meeting at the Astronomy tower.

—

Tiptoeing down the vacant corridors, I managed to sneak all the way to the top of the tower.

A tall figure with platinum blonde hair was leaning against the railings looking up at the stars above.

“Happy one year anniversary babe,” I whispered from behind causing him to jolt up and turn around.

“You scared the life out of me,” he muttered, letting out a soft giggle that warmed my heart.

Making my way towards him he caressed me lifting me off my feet.

“I got you something,” he said as he pulled away, his hands behind his back.

“You did?” I gasped excited. “You didn’t have to-,” I added meaningfully.

“I hope you like it,”. He pulled out the small box that was behind his back as a small smile plastered across his face, his eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

“Go on, open it,” he insisted as I took the small box wrapped up in black paper.

As I slowly unwrapped the gift, I opened the box revealing a beautiful emerald green gemstone attached to a thing golden chain. It was absolutely mesmerising.

“Well do you like it?” He asked curiously while scratching the back of his head.

“Draco.. I love it!” I gasped giving him the tightest hug ever. He wrapped his arms around me as I snuggled into his chest.

Withdrawing from him I gave him his present that was horribly wrapped.

“I’m sorry- you know.. for the wrapping paper,” giving him a grin as I played with the hem of my robe.

As his fingers unwrapped the gift, he opened the small box that contained a ring with a thick black band with the snake wrapped around.

“Do you like it?” I asked my heart beating fast.

“It’s perfect,” he gasped as he slipped the ring onto his pale finger.

“Here let me help you with that,” he persisted while he took the necklace between his fingers. I turned myself around so my back was now facing him. His fingers slowly grazed my neck causing me to shudder. He then gently moved my hair to the side as he put the necklace around my neck securing it from the back. His body was pressed against mine as I felt his warm breath fan across my neck, causing me to flinch. His hands wrapped themselves around my waist before he pressed a soft kiss to my neck making my head fall back onto his shoulder.

Letting out a small giggle, he turned me around before pressing his lips against mine. Deepening the luscious kiss even more, I pulled on the roots of his hair softly as his tongue softly swiped my lower lip causing me to jolt at the sudden action.

My cheeks flustered as he chucked pulling me close, “cheers to one year,” he muttered before pecking my lips once more.

‘Only one

Be your only

Only one’

He really was my only one.

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chikabika · 4 years

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I wanna talk about Whole Cake Island too!

So, I’m reading Whole Cake Island right now. And I have THOUGHTS about Sanji and Luffy’s “”””fight””””. And it’s probably nothing anyone hasn’t said before but I’m gonna write it out anyway.

(TL;DR Sanji and Luffy fight and it hurts because they both go for the throat. Also Nami has been through this shit I am surprised she’s putting up with Sanji trying to leave in the slightest.)

So first, yeah, I’m screaming into a pillow because this shit is rough. Let’s get those personal emotions out of the way first.

Sanji’s whole thing is that he cares and serves, right? His love language is acts of service and that’s primarily shown through feeding people. When we meet the Vinsmokes (I shall not be referring to them as his family) we see pretty quickly that they are the antithesis to everything Sanji is.

The men are literally said to lack the ability to sympathize or empathize. Not only do we see this is the case, but Reiju says so herself:

They do not value cooking nor food. Judge tells Sanji to never cook again, Niji wastes food.

And, of course, the brothers have no qualms about hitting women. The whole chivalry/won’t hit a women thing is a huge can of worms I don’t feel like unpacking in part because I don’t feel like I could talk about it without discussing women’s power levels and roles in One Piece. And I’ve already digressed too much.

So yeah, the Vinsmokes are the opposite of Sanji and hold none of his values. In fact, they may be why he holds some of his values, because they are as far from the Vinsmoke’s values as possible.

Okay so the two chapters in particular when Luffy and Nami find and confront Sanji!

Pretty immediately we see that 1. Sanji was not expecting them, 2. He’s distressed that they’re here, and 3. It complicates things for him.

Like, that is not a face of someone happy to see his friends who have come to save him. That is an “oh fuck” face. (And as a sidenote, yeah, it’s a whole lot harder to sacrifice yourself when you’re confronted with the people you’re leaving behind, HUH, SANJI????)

Luffy’s all happy to see him, feels like they’ve accomplished their goal, doesn’t question that Sanji would want to come back. And he’s got things to do! Like save Wano and beat up Kaido! Chop chop Sanji let’s go on adventures! Plus, I would think that Luffy would also have the expectation of his crew that they understand that no one gets to leave if they’re doing it to sacrifice themselves. He’s already shown he’s gonna come get you and Sanji knows this. Sanji’s first arc with them after Baratie was going to save Nami from Arlong and her self-sacrificial bullshit! Luffy’s modus operandi is saying “Oh, you thought you were in a lose-lose situation and the only solution was to sacrifice your happiness and well being? Fuck that! You’re my nakama, let me save you!”

Both Luffy and Nami aren’t questioning Sanji’s wanting to come with them. They’re here, it’s time to go!

And so then we see the surface level reasons why Sanji would say “No, I can’t go with you.” And we also see that he knows Judge is watching him.

I don't think Nami's buying it either. She's done this. She knows what it's like to be trapped by circumstances, to have your loved ones held hostage. And she did this shit too! She fuckin laid it down, lied to her nakama about it all being a farce in her efforts to keep them out of her dangerous situation! Maybe the words sting, but I think this face of hers is even more from her thinking about how they all know eachother so much more, and know how Luffy wouldn't leave one of them behind. So Sanji must be under some real duress right now. Like, I feel like she could extrapolate a lot from what he's saying because she knows that's not who he is. And because she's tried the same shit. And, I wonder if she’s hurting for him because she knows what it’s like.

Every chance she gets, she reiterates that there was nothing between them, that she doesn’t care about them, that she tricked them, and even uses her supposed killing of Usopp as support of her betraying them. She is desperately trying to get them off this island. Arlong is well covered, we all know what’s up.

And, the parallels are pretty clear for Sanji. He’s got family being held hostage (Zeff, and the Strawhats too), and he couldn’t leave anyway because he’s got explosion bracelets on. Plus he’s got his own self-sacrificial streak (which I could guess comes from being raised in a household where you’re told you don’t have any value and everything you do is wrong-the fact that Sanji still cried at Judge’s rejection of him right before his escape speaks to how as a child he still wanted Judge’s approval and love as a father).

So, he comes out swinging with the thing that we previously established would be the shittiest thing to say, that Luffy rejected the possibility of him saying.

And then he starts on this buckwild speech that is so fucking hammed up I almost questioned if Sanji meant for them to understand the opposite of his words, and was just putting on a show for the Vinsmokes.

Nami only says he’s going too far when Sanji starts insulting Luffy’s dream, which the whole crew believes in and supports.

Also, as a side note, it doesn’t really make sense to me that Nami would just take on the role of “you’re going too far, you can’t believe what you’re saying!” Maybe Chopper would do that cuz he’s gullible and shit. BUT NAMI FREAKIN DID THE SAME SHIT. I would almost expect a “...” speechbubble from her and later her saying something like “He really tried his best to make that look convincing, didn’t he? He’s not very good at it.”

Nami’s savvy!

But anyway, yeah, Sanji tries to go for the throat to push thme away saying shit about Luffy not being able to become the Pirate King. My first reaction to this whole thing was:

“WOW HE'S REALLY DOING IT, HUH? HE'S LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH TO SAY THE MOST HURTFUL SHIT HE CAN TO HIS LOVED ONES SO THEY'LL STAY AWAY SO HE CAN SACRIFICE HIMSELF TO STOP ANYONE FROM GETTING HURT”

Usopp has tried to leave too, but his situation was different. His reasons were stated clearly and he didn’t try to pretend that all the shit they’ve gone through together and the bonds they’ve formed were fake. Nami, Robin, Sanji? They try to do the “ah, I never loved you” bullshit.

But Sanji’s is the first time that from the get-go, the audience knows before the confrontation everything that’s going on for the crewmember trying to fake betrayal. With Nami and Robin, we didn’t learn their backstories until after they tried to push people away. With Sanji not only did we get it beforehand, but when Luffy and Nami show up, we are shown the three pieces of information that Sanji thinks about and that motivate him to push his crewmates away:

His hands (his treasures) are bound and threatened.

His nakama are threatened.

Zeff is threatened.

He’s backed into a freakin corner! And he know’s Luffy’s track record on crew members trying to leave! So he goes for the throat and when that doesn’t work (or for the whole performance he’s putting on for the Vinsmokes) he attacks Luffy.

Luffy says he won’t fight Sanji, and I wonder if this is because of Water 7 and Usopp. That fight was so fucking painful, I wonder if Luffy vowed to never fight someone like that again?

Clearly he isn’t getting through to Sanji, even though, to him, Sanji should know what the deal is by now.

So he goes for the throat himself! Which is honestly just heartwrenching on Oda’s part and pretty unfair on Luffy’s part. Though, when has Luffy ever been fair lol. His whole crew agrees his selfishness levels are above emperor!

This page pretty much sums it up:

Also, throughout this entire encounter we get glimpses of Sanji thinking about the crew and meeting Luffy, which is cool to see his internal world somewhat.When Luffy first shows up. I mean. Look at the pain on his face.

This is not a “we have a difference in ideals and are fighting over it and I’m thinking about how we met because I regret that it’s come to this.” fight. It’s not even a fight. It’s Sanji desperately saying “Please leave before you die because of me!”

Actually, maybe it is kind of a fight of ideals because Sanji is fighting to say “leave me behind I’m not worth it” and Luffy’s saying “yes you are.”

For all the extremely clear things going on emotionally for people in this scene, I’m surprised Oda just left Nami’s responses at this. But, since he did, it means I get to interpret them how I please!

This could simply be read as her feeling betrayed and shit. But again, they all know the history of the crew. This could just as easily be her saying “You went too far.” or “I can’t believe you wouldn’t believe in Luffy enough to come back with us.”

I said she could probably guess at him feeling like he’s stuck, backed into a corner. And if I remember correctly she is aware that the Strawhat’s lives are threatened if Sanji doesn’t comply with Big Mom’s wishes. But she probably wouldn’t guess at the bracelets being bombs and doesn’t know (but might guess) at the Baratie being threatened too. Nami knows all about people who claim “family” as an excuse to hurt and bind you.

But basically, I would think for her, it would be a situation of her feeling like at this point Sanji should know Luffy well enough to know he won’t give up, and to trust Luffy enough to take Sanji home. So why the fuck would he try to play this game when they’ve all seen that it doesn’t work? Why say the most hurtful things he can think of? And why not just come home now?

I don’t think she’s angry at him for the betrayal he’s trying to act out, I think she’s angry at him for the betrayal he’s committing for not trusting the crew to get him out of there.

(Again, haven’t read past this part but I could absolutely see later Nami saying “do you think we acted hurt enough for them to buy it?”)

And then of course, the last four pages of the chapter where Luffy clearly calls bullshit on Sanji, saying Sanji felt the pain of his kicks more than Luffy did. And Sanji is just starting to fucking lose it. (panels from right to left)

Like, Luffy. Chill. It hurts so much! But no, he can’t just call Sanji out. He’s gotta go for the kill, present Sanji with an unacceptable situation he knows he can’t refuse. Or at least hopes he can’t refuse. Because for Luffy, Sanji leaving is an unacceptable situation.

Not only will he not eat (which, god, using that against Sanji is almost too much, fuck, Luffy), but he won’t even fucking move so get your ass back here soon before I starve, Sanji.

To use the two very deeply entrenched facts about these characters this way is sure something, huh?

Sanji will feed anyone who is hungry. He cannot stand hunger, almost.

Luffy eats all the damn time and lots and never refuses food. For him to say “i’m going on a hunger strike, I’m not eating until it’s from you” IS JUST SO MUCH.

Also side note god what cruel people to laugh at Sanji’s pain as Niji and Yonji are doing.

Sanji thought he could get away with thinking he’s expendable (just like Judge has said in every time period we’ve seen him on the page) Luffy flat out rejects that. Sanji is essential, an required part of the crew and a required part of Luffy’s dream. Just like the crew have adopted his dream as a part of all of their own ultimate goals, so Luffy is saying that they are all part of his ultimate goal. He has adopted them into him becoming the Pirate King.

And goddamn if this arc isn’t about found family. The blood of the covenant is thicker, don’t cha know.

#Sanji #Vinsmoke Sanji #black leg sanji #luffy #nami #one piece #one piece meta #sort of #whole cake island #one piece ch 844 #one piece ch 843 #i just had a lot of feelings and needed to talk about them in 14 pages of a google doc #opthots

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obeymematches · 3 years

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Hello! May I request for a matchup?

I am a bisexual, Demigirl ENFP-T personality type.

I'd say I'm somewhat independent but would love to have someone by my side to happily live with, I find trust as something that is very important and due to past reasons it can be difficult to earn my full trust. I try to always be a reasonable and mature person, but I can get irritated at a few things (like LGBTQ+ discrimination, racism or plain asshole stupidity) that can tick off a temper, but usually I'm a person of patience, though if I do get really angry then I'm gonna also end up having a mental breakdown later -. I'm fine with waiting and am usually very forgiving. Religiously I'm an atheist, technically ex-christian due to family reasons. I come from Estonia, so I'm bilingual with English and Estonian but am also learning Russian and German. (Thinking of learning Japanese one day too)

I'm a rather fidgety person, fingers always have to be doing something, I can also have rather terrible memory sometimes with things and can forget.

I have low self confidence and self worth, usually struggle to be optimistic and can be rather emotional, also often an absolute empath when it comes to fictional characters for example.

I can be a workaholic and can be terrible at taking care of myself, I easily lose track of time and can forget to eat at times, also have a fuzzy appetite so sometimes I might not want to eat anything at all. I care alot about other people's well being though, for me appearance doesn't matter, I care for the personality and think everyone is beautiful in their own way. I am a short chubby brunette with a boy haircut and brown eyes, my hair is often thick and poofy and sometimes hell to take care of, due to some health reasons I have an itchy scalp and have to often scratch my head. My fashion depends on just if the clothes are comfortable to wear in the moment, that's it. I wear glasses due to a bit of a negative in my sight.

I sometimes struggle to have a balanced sleep schedule and am often stressed.

I hold a strong love for animals and the nature around us. I especially love cats and reptiles and own a cat and a leopard gecko who I would die for.

Fiction is an important part of my life, the moment I get interested in in some show or franchise you can expect me to become an absolute nerd for it, (good example is Pokemon.) I am the type to analyze characters and really care about everything. Books, shows, movies, theatre, anything goes. I really also love music, 60% of the time you can find me listening to music somewhere, maybe even singing, I multitask alot too. My music taste depends on what connections I make to fictional media, especially that of my own, aka stories and characters I've created. My mind is always going like a 1000km/h with all types of thoughts, my own fictional universe only keeps expanding which I wish to share with the world. My dream is to become a writer one day, which I'm very passionate about, and another thing I really want to do one day is travel the world. I also do some art and animation, but intend to keep it as a hobby on the side.

I'm an ambivert, shy and hesitant around new people especially those of higher authority and importance, but incredibly outgoing with the people I'm familiar and comfortable with, never getting tired from them. Affection starved, expect lots of hugs, not that much into PDA tho. For me first impression matter, on my part, I am quick to think that people hate me or are annoyed with me.

Even with my fuzzy appetite I do like food, especially of strong flavour, I tend to seem to like asian or Italian food alot. I'd say I'm decent and cooking but not very good at baking.

Minimalistic, not very demanding when it comes to anything, it's basically like "Better than nothing." would be the type to live in a rather small house one day. Somewhat organized in my own way, sometimes I can act a little OCD though when something is out of place in a manner that it's just - no.

I can be rather talkative, when getting in a conversation with me expect to talk for hours about all types of things, wherever the conversation goes. Even better when it's over a cup of tea or a long walk somewhere outside.

I usually try to be as polite and kind as possible, though I sometimes struggle, I always try to have hope for the world, despite my incredibly pessimistic mindset.

For a partner, I look for someone I can geniuenly be happy and comfortable with, someone I can be open with and not worry about being lied to. I would be incredibly loyal to them and I'd hope them to be as well, of course, I don't get jealous or worked up if they're hanging out with friends. I want them to also be happy, someone I feel like I could spend the rest of my life with. Someone who'd be okay with traveling and seeing the world with, someone I can just have a moment to relax with, sometimes just talk and listen to eachother. Like stated before the appearance for me doesn't matter, it's the personality- what's inside that does. I shall note, the harmless teasing can get to me. Someone who's a geniuenly good person despite whatever flaws they might have.

I hope this is long enough ^^

Hi my dear patient anon!

guess what time it is!✨

i put a read more because it’s one long post!

OK so as I read through your request I had Levi, Belphie, Beel and Satan on my mind. Though Belphie is out of the picture fast since you have low self-esteem and if anyone then he probably would take advantage of that. Satan too I think. (I know in general he is viewed as an overall good boy but i feel like he might scare someone with low confidence levels when he is at his worst. also he can be manipulative too if there is a situation)

wait- damn- Simeon also exists (also Mammon? though with him and you it’d be a very rough start)

so after some elimination and comparison between dynamics including Simeon, Levi and Beel I decided to match you with Levi but I highly encourage befriending the other two! ✨ Simeon because of the similar interests + excellent cooking and Beel because he is a mom-friend + you’d always have something to eat too if he is your friend!

phew it wasn’t an easy decision but here it is!

Okay so let’s see Levi

Okay first things first I think we need to change your level of confidence my friend. Which means starting off this relationship as friendship - honestly he is on the same page as you regarding this for similar reasons so you two can relate to the other. But once you gain a healthy amount of sense of self-worth + confidence I think this friendship could develop into a very loving and healthy relationship!

Just because he is a demon I don’t think he would use you, lie to you, manipulate you or anything similar to that. I mean you have similar interests and in canon Levi shows just the bare minimum of interest to someone whose lifestyle + likes aren’t similar to his. Also you’re his only friend besides Henry so why would he treat you bad I mean come on!!! he’s not stupid!!

Since your relationship is based on being friends trust will come in time, do not worry! Levi is also picky when it comes to ppl so again as you are in the same boat you understand the other deeply.

I mean Levi can be serious when the situation calls for it but in general you being with him would give you a nice balance with your maturity. He’s not childish but he has different approaches! Meaning he could learn from you but you could also learn from him!

Tbh i highly doubt he would ever tick you off either or purpose or not. He is mostly annoyed by stupid ppl (like Mammon) and normies but since you are also into anime you’re safe!

You having an interest in languages is something he will find fun! if i recall in the devildom there’s only one language? (they speak human for you though) so finding out about human world lore like that through you is going to be fun! also pls learn Japanese with him! (pretty sure he already knows so he could help you practice)

Okay so he can also spiral down due to lack of self-worth + self-love but as his friend you’re not supposed to let that happen!!

well he also tends to forget about himself but on a side note he is very caring about you and your health so he is faster at taking care of you than himself. That’s why you have to look after the other especially at first when both of your self-worth levels are so low.

pls tell him he is beautiful he will be flustered for the rest of the day but it’s worth it trust me

he absolutely finds glasses cute af he just has to look at you and !!!

He’s not big into fashion either, though he would love to cosplay with you so hopefully you are ok with wearing cosplay sometimes!

Also your workaholic tendencies might get to him sometimes? like i’m not saying he is lazy but for sure he could do better. Thanks to your influence he will do better!

the two of you gushing over fictional characters is just so cute;; think about that!!

ok he is your #1 supporter of becoming a writer!! pls let him be your beta reader aaaaa

well both of you are passionate so the emount of encouragement happening in this relationship is to die for

him being a shut-in means he’s not very big on traveling, but if he could go with you he’s quick to change his mind!

he also has trouble balancing a healthy sleep schedule but that just means you two can spend more time together so it’s a win-win situation

pls leave your cat with Satan when you visit Levi’s room because of Henry :( your gecko is more than welcome though!!!

okay he is also affection starved af but he would never initiate to save his life so here you being an ambivert is helpful!! also it leaves you space to tease him which is always fun!

regarding food you have a nice balance going on, he is more of a baker and you are the opposite! though cooking/baking with the other is always fun!! when he notices your lack of eating he will make sure to order/bake delicious food from the human world for you!

well he isn’t the messiest so hopefully your OCd wouldn’t kick in when you spend time in his room. I like to HC that he is actually very clean. If anything is out of place in his room it is because it was meant to be there. Or he was in a hurry.

about long walks outside you’d probably have to nag him a bit but soon he will realize that it’s actually not so bad.

bby is one of the most loyal demons out there so no worries you’re safe!! however he can be jealous easily so it’s nice that you are also loyal! just make sure to clear boundaries before establishing a relationship!

he’s not one to tease you but he is very into you teasing him, so that’s that

overall i don’t think this relationship would have huge conflicts - sure, you have to nag him about going out but he is not going to protest once he learns that it’s actually. fun. to go out sometimes. i’m more concerned about the two of you’s self-worth and confidence levels, but again it’s about what you do for growth and it’s not something that can’t be changed if you want to change it. besides these i think it’s a very healthy relationship and you both can be yourselves!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #om! levi #obey me matchup

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littlemissmarvelous · 4 years

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Queen of the Night

I've bandaged your bruises

You've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started

That we'd end up here, here?

But you reach out and touch me

Say my name like a prayer

You giggle as his hands caress your sides as you stitch the gash on his forehead closed. He smiles at your giggle and proceeds to let his hands find your ass.

“Bucky baby I need to fix your stitches and THEN you can touch me however you want. But I really need to focus, love.” You hum.

The mission had been okay, both you and Bucky came out okay besides the cuts and of course his gaping gash on his forehead from a hit to the head. You escaped with a bulletwound to your shoulder but Helen had already taken initiative and began treatment. There was still some pain and blood but with another session and some more stitches you’d be fine. That bulletwound turned out to be exactly why Bucky got his gash. He had been so upset that someone had the audacity to shoot his girl that he saw red and he went in full fight mode. He still won, of course, but not unscathed.

Finally done with the stitches you dab them to wipe away blood and smile. “All done!” He didn’t waste another second before picking you up and taking you to the bed, throwing your body on top of it as you fight giggles. He quickly gets on top of you and grins, his hair surrounding your face like a halo. He blue eyes meet y/e/c and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Your smile, your laugh, your beauty...he thanked god for gracing him with an angel. After all that he is done in his long life, he didn’t think he could ever deserve to be blessed with someone to love him for who he is, but He was proven wrong when he met you.

Who knew you’d end up here? You were the other assassin amongst Natasha who also experienced part of the red room, but had received super serum to make things even more precise and strong. You’d escaped before they could perform the graduation ceremony, and you lived years on your own traveling Europe. That was, until you happened to run into good old Steve Rogers who just so happened to be on the run too. You had thought you were doomed, you had a lot of red in your ledger and didn’t have the standings that Nat did. But instead he saw you fight against an agent and pulled you to the side and asked you to join his group. He promised you protection and a new life, no more hiding when this all blew over. You took the offer no questions asked, a way out is a way out. He guided you to his safe house where a tall dark man stood at the stove, his face going in shock at the sight of a new person.

“Um okay, do you want to explain?” Sam asks.

Steve motions to you and replies, “This is Y/n L/n.”

His spatula drops onto the floor and his jaw drops onto the floors. He quickly undoes to apron he has on and shuts off the stove before standing in front of you. “Holy crap, I’ve heard of you. You caused a lot of problems for me back in the army when you went through our troops like butter in Ukraine. But I have never seen such clean work and absolute stealth before in my life. Not even Bucky or Nat.” His voice is higher with his excitement and his smile is almost taking up his entire face. You blush and shy away at the compliment. You weren’t exactly proud of everything you’ve done but you could admit you were darn good. He holds out his hand for you to shake and you take it. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam.”

You shake his hand softly. “Nice to meet you Sam,” you say and then ask, “who’s Bucky?”

Steve frowns and asks, “ever heard of the winter soldier?” At the mention of that name your hand goes to the sword holsters at your hip and prepare to draw.

“He’s here?! Where?!”

“Uh, here.” You hear behind you and you turn. At the sight of the metal arm your instincts kick in and both swords are drawn and your body is in battle mode.

“Woah, hold it!” Steve steps between the two of you cautiously, though Bucky is just standing there unmoving. “I need you to understand y/n. This is Bucky, he isn’t the winter soldier anymore.”

Your body straightens but you’re still hesistant. “How do you know? He could still be inside him.” You hiss.

Bucky then steps past Steve to address you. “The trigger words still may work but I promise the guy in front of you is just me. James Buchanan Barnes.” You grit your teeth and think to yourself. It was a tough decision but you placed your swords back in their sheaths and stood up straight.

“I am not who i was before either. So I must give you a chance.” You state, your eyes piercing his. Bucky relaxes his face into a smile for which you surprisingly return.

Bucky flashes back to the present, his body still hovering over yours. “Y/n..” he whispered your name almost like a prayer. Your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands are all over then and you both lose yourselves in eachother, passion almost making your blood boil.

All my friends say you're dangerous

But I don't fucking care

“Look y/n, all I am saying is that I completely understand that you’re a badass avenger now, but I just don’t think you’re making a great choice.” Your friend from childhood Amy said, her eyes full of concern.

You frown and ask, “what do you mean?”

“I mean...I mean I think you trusting and dating Bucky is just a really bad idea. He has done some really bad things, especially to your friends.” She admits meekly.

“You know that wasn’t him, Amy. That was the winter soldier, for which isn’t Bucky. Not anymore.” You reply.

“How do you know? What’s to say he won’t go AWOL again? Or kill you in a trance just because you’re in the same bed?”

“Because I trust him! Just like you should trust me!” You stand from the table and glare down at her. It was near betrayal how one of the few closest to you can’t seem to trust you or support your happiness for once. “I think it’s best I get back to the compound now.” You turn to leave only to hear her call after you.

“Don’t blame me if he kills you. And don’t come to me if he hurts you and you don’t have anywhere to go.” You stop in your tracks immediately.

“Do me a favor and delete my number and never contact me again. I’ll make sure to let tony know you aren’t allowed near the tower or compound, and better yet within 1,000 yards away of me.” You sneer and continue your leave.

It hurt but you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t with you completely by your side. You were used to standing on your own anyways.

Cause there's somethin' about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Wearin' your t-shirt, I'm Queen of the night

One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh

And I know it sounds crazy, but babe I am too

I just can't turn my back to you

Bucky knew about your loss of friendship with Amy, and why. He blamed himself and even thought about leaving you but you refused. You spent the entire night proving to him why and how much you belonged with him.

“She’s right you know. One psych break and you could be dead.” He whispers sadly.

“I’m here to stay with you through it all. I trust you, and I trust myself when I say I know you’ll never kill me. You won’t hurt me because I love you, and you love me.” Your lips find his in a blistering kiss full of love and fire. You needed to show him, to make him feel what you held within yourself. Pulling away you whisper, “we are both born from the dark, but we found the light together. I want to stay in the light with you.” He looked into your hope and love filled eyes and couldn’t help but lose himself completely. The warmth and utter devotion you showed him made his eyes well up and his arms pull you even closer to him. This was home for both of you, the sanctity of each other’s arms.

A knock at your door and Steve’s booming voice calling, “Time to go to the gala lovebirds!” Bucky internally groans and his arms pull away from your body.

“Looks like it’s time to get your dress on and get your fine Ass down there doll.” You giggle and kiss him before leaping up and heading to the closet to put on your navy blue gown. The car ride over was calming, and relaxed. His hand was on your thigh, the other on the wheel. You find yourself grinning at him, making him smile in return. “What’s got you so smiley?”

“I’m crazy about you, you know that?” You admit with a small giggle.

His smile turns into a very large grin and his grip on your thigh tightens as he squeezes you softly. “I’m crazy about you too, doll.” Your chest grows warm and your heart flutters as you take in his words. You wonder how you ever thought you were in love with anybody else before.

As soon as you both got back from the tiring gala, you immediately changed into a shirt of Bucky’s and some sleep shorts. You couldn’t help feel like in his shirt, in his clothes, you could take on anything. Survive anything with that piece of him with you. There was no separating you two from now on. Not ever. Not when you were unknowingly (yet) growing this mans child in your belly.

When the night goes quiet

And we're up in your room

And you're kissin' my fingers

And I kiss your tattoos

You lied beneath the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest. It was quiet now, after many rounds of blissful sex you both just held eachother. Your head turns and you kiss the tattoo he got around his scar on his shoulder lovingly. “I love you.” You whisper.

He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers softly as the other plays with the ends of your long hair. “I love you too, y/n. So much.”

I could lay in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

“I just can’t get over it.” You say as you lie next to him on the bed, the warm comforter covering you both.

“You? I think the one more shocked is me, doll. I’m over 100 years old and have a metal arm who used to be a hydra assassin. And I’m about to be a full blown dad. To an actual BABY.”

Your hand goes to grab his metal one in comfort. “You’re going to be an amazing dad babe. I just know it, and our baby will love you and your metal arm. Just like I do.” You then place both of his hands on your growing stomach so he could feel the life they created inside you.

His eyes began to water and a small smile graced his face. “You really think so, y/n? I’m scared.”

You nod and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes baby, I think so. With all of my heart. I’m scared too but I know with you, us together we can accomplish anything. Even parenthood.”

He brings you close and nuzzles into your neck, his head ticking your skin. “Oh doll, please tell me you’ll marry me.”

Your cheeks turned deep red and you can’t help but tear up. “Oh Bucky... are you serious?” He nods and reaches Over to the dresser by the bed to pull out the velvet box. Pulling it open he reveals a rather large diamond ring. “More serious than ever doll. You’re it for me.” He says with a smile. You don’t waste time putting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Sure your hormones were insane because of the baby but there was no refuting that you were absolutely in love with the man next to you that fathered you’re baby.

“Oh god, yes buck I’ll marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times if i could.” You gush, your body wrapped around his. “Just wait until I have this baby and i can fit into my dream dress okay?”

He nods. “Anything for the love of my life. And soon to be other love of my life.” His hand goes to your stomach again and your heart had never felt more complete as he then places the ring on your left hand. You were going to be his queen forever.

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cherrimilkimochi · 4 years

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| so, I decided to take a small break from my Titanfall Fanfiction!, And I'm going to write a small fanfiction of Darksparks! (Wraith x Wattson), if you didn't play season 5 or At least the quests the spoiler alert ahead!|

The day early like any other. But everyone in the games were rather shooken up snice last time they all came together,

Between the fighting, the legends nearly lost one of their one. To the cost of some meaningless hunk of junk..

Wraith entered the paradise lounge blue headphones on her head. Music played loudly keeping her head quiet for the time being. 'he's staring at you'

The voice echoed taking her headphones off she turned to see who was behind her, a very wide eyed Gibby.

"what's up mako?" Wraith asked sitting next to him, looking like he was pulled from a very serious daydream he looked confused before forcing a smile. "Nothing brudda"

'hes lying'

Wraith glared mako sighed "sorry I should not of lied..but something..bad has happened"

"lots of bad things have happened, which one just happened?"

Mako tapped his large fingers against the smooth table, "we know how everyone got in that fight yesterday and blamed Crypto?"

"well his drone was used..for Revenant so it was obvious he was the mole" mako suddenly face faltered from this smile to a very steely gaze.. if wraith didn't know any better she'd say he was reading her mind. But that's a silky thought.

"we all were wrong. It wasn't crypto"

Wraith blinked for a second running a pink tongue along pink lips "what do you mean?"

"caustic lied,."

The voices were quiet. Wraiths eyebrows rose to the top of her forehead like truck just rammed in her gut. "What-what do you mean mako?".

Mako sighed looking around for anyone else in the room.

"I'm telling you because it's impossible to lie to you, but.. caustic thought..crypto and wattson were being to close. And decided to work with Revenant and frame crypto. Loba was just a way to a means to and end. He didn't care if Loba died..I have a feeling one of us is next.. if he does like you hanging out with wattson"

Wraiths blood ran cold.. colder the ice. Mako sipped his drink shaking a bit when chocolate eyes looked up the sound of a void closing echoed . Wraith was gone. Like a ghost.

Her face stern, and her hands clamped tightly. Trying not to explode as she phased across the planes. In the void angry voices whispered incoherent curses.

Before she busted into the lab where Alexander was.

"how dare you lie to Natalie" a cold statement one she never thought to speak. Alex froze before turning "whatever do you mean?"

"YOU LIED TO US, YOU LIED TO HER EPESCIALLY!"

She spoke Abit louder not yet in a scream. Alex stood like a deer caught in headlights.

"Natalie. Is allowed friends, me or you cannot make decisions on who she can hang out with. She is a grown woman--"

"mako told you"

"DO NOT INTERUPT ME NOX" he fell quiet looking at the small woman full with rage. That spiraled in the pit of her cold soul

"We ...were her family..." Wraith stated with trembling lips "you manipulative fuck, fucked it up.. Alex we were all she had left! And you got jealous over her getting close to Crypto?!, What next me? Are you going to manipulate another situation where it makes it seem I'm the bad guy?"

Tears if anger pricked her eyes. Thinking of Natalie in that hospital bed when she woke up still with a smile on her face after nearly dying then hearing her cry after the other day her spirit was completely broken. She just wanted everyone to be happy with eachother. Differences aside.

"no if anything Id just kill you"

Alex said coldly. Wraith stomped over her hands grasping his shirt pulling him close.

"tell her the truth and apologize to Crypto"

"and if I don't?" Caustic laughed. He laughed.. Bangalore called her a headcase for a reason. Because when it came to personal feelings..That was the breaking point of wraiths patience. At that moment, she was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. Her clenched fist reached out fast. Going to punch him in the face. When Renee's fist came in contact he fell into his table.

The rush of anger numbed the pain she felt watching him get up she kicked him in the stomach.

Before kneeling her hand grasping the breaded chin that sputtered blood through his lips.

"I nearly lost Natalie. And I'd be damned if a murderer... twists her view of this universe. ..if you don't tell her. I will. And I will tell Crypto also...then the rest of the legends. And make your life a living hell. " She squeezed his chin

"am I clear?"

He spat blood in wraiths face "fuck off"

She punched him again. And again.

Till her head screamed she looked down at the bloody mess of the man.

"make sure you tell her, she won't ever forgive you..but it's better you tell her you lied!!," Wraith stood.

"I thought we were family, how could I be so wrong.."

Wraith moved out the door and when she felt the door close tears fell along caverdous cheeks. Like a river she felt almost sympathetic. But she mostly was crying because she let her self get to that point.

#fanfic #hypnotic #darksparks #apex ocs #apex spoilers #apex fanart #apex caustic #apex legends #apex wraith #Spotify

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kyber-kisses · 5 years

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Too Soon (part.9)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for the first 2 episodes of season 15, supernatural level gore, you know the drill

Summary: What if Jack had killed the reader instead of Mary? Finally back in eachothers presence, Dean is set on making sure the reader is ok.

From the second Dean had you wrapped securely in his arms, he knew he never wanted to let go. Afraid that if he did for even a second, you would disappear and this whole thing would just be some kind of fucked up dream that Chuck had given him. But no. that wasn't the case. You were there with them. you were alive. You were breathing.

And he had so many questions.

As for things on your end, you were just happy to be back. It felt like you were finally breathing again around them. Especially when you suddenly found yourself being pulled into a Winchester sandwich. Two solid mountains of muscle hugging you tightly. You didn’t realize how much you had missed these hugs until you found yourself in one. They were warm and safe, just as they always should be.

Needless to say it was very hard to pull away.

The sun was beginning to make its first appearance on the horizon when Sam whipped out his phone to call Cas, informing him that He needed to meet them where you guys were.

The three of you sat in a sort of stunned silence on the sidewalk, you letting them take their time digesting the fact that you were back and among them again. All the while Dean had his fingers wrapped tightly around your own. Every once in awhile you could feel his eyes on you,making you glance up to give him a smile.

“You look like shit.”

Raising your eyebrows, you looked over at Dean again. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you said something.” You quipped, squeezing his hand. You could see worry cross over his features.

“What happened?” The question came out slow, like he was afraid he might trigger something that you didn't want to relive.

Running your tongue over the cut on your lip, you took a deep breath, feeling both Sam and Deans eyes on you. You let your own eyes though, wander to where the sun was creating over the first houses. “Alot. I got jumped by a zombie- then I almost lost a fight to a ghost. . .” You paused, realizing how insane the last 24 hours had been. “And then I jumped out a window.’

Sam spoke up first before his brother could open his mouth. “Yeah, you wanna tell us why you did that?.”

You looked down in embarrassment, toeing at a loose pebble on the road. “ I didn't want you to see me..”

You could tell Dean was making the same confused face before you even looked up at him . “why the hell not? Y/N, we would never hurt you, you know that.” The fear was heavy in his voice as he asked. The last thing he ever wanted was for you to be afraid of him.

“I know!” You stated quickly shaking your head,” god, I know you would never hurt me. . .But I Think I was just afraid of how you would react if you saw me. I didn’t want to scare you away. Or think I was the same breed of monster we hunt all the time.” You lied, knowing full well it was just because of your nerves and what you had heard Dean say.

Luckily the boys ate up your lie. “Why would you ever think that?” Dean questioned in disbelief, eyebrows knitted together. “You are our family. And if you think you could scare us away- well, you dead wrong on that.” He fired back, giving your hand another squeeze.

A ping went off from Sam’s phone, making him tear his eyes away from you. “Cas is on his way with the rest of the gang. Should be here in ten.” He informed you, looking down at his screen and typing out a response.

You could feel the fatigue from lack of sleep settling over you again as you let out a yawn, bringing your head down to rest it on Deans shoulder. You still were still waiting for some much needed sleep, along with some food. You could feel the older Winchester shift to look down at you.

“You need sleep Y/N” Dean began, stating the obvious. He looked down at you, seeing the rise and fall of your chest as you began to drift off. Alive. You were here and alive. The reality still had him stunned. He could tell you were beyond tired by the way your eyes drooped and how you keep letting out soft yawn. He pushed himself up, making you groan and snap back. “But not here. Cmon, let’s at least get you back to Baby. She’s parked a block over.”

Nodding, you mustered up enough strength to leave the cold pavement, automatically yelling at the pain in your foot when you finally got upright. Right. Your ankle.

Moving forward qickly to help support you, Dean gave you another worried look. “I think we need to patch you up first though.” He didn’t even let you protest before he was scooping you up in his arms, beginning his trek down the street, Sam following next to the two of you. “Hopefully that first aid kit is still rolling around somewhere in the back seat.”

When you finally got to the impala, Dean tossed the keys to his brother, watching as he unlocked the door. Being as careful and gentle as possible, the older Winchester sat you down in the drivers seat, your legs hanging out the door as he moved to grab the first-aid kit.

You watched him fondly as he knelt down in front of you, face set in determination as he went to work wrapping your ankle. Once done with that, he looked up, eyes falling on the gash on your temple. Hesitantly he reached up to move away some of your hair to get a better look. “How’s your head? This looks like a real doozy.”

“I mean, I did get slammed pretty hard into a countertop.” You admitted, letting out a slight hiss as Dean went to clean the wound. “I keep getting dizzy, but maybe that’s just my lack of food and sleep.”

You watched as he threw everything back into the kit, his face still set. “The first chance we get, I’ll get you some ice for your eye.” Closing the lid, he looked over towards you again. “You need sleep though. While we try and take care of this situation I’m putting you on bed rest.”

“Dean-“ you tried to protest, knowing they needed all the help they could get, but he stopped you before you could get out any more words.

“I know you want to help, but you need to sleep. Plus, we got help coming. You don’t need to worry about us.” He smiled, patting you leg before standing back up from his kneeling position.

As if on cue, the rumble of a truck had both your heads turning in unison. Sure enough an old pick up came into view, parking across the street from you. The similar flash of a trench coat brought a smile to your face as a certain blue eyed angel slid out of the drivers seat, accompanied by Ketch, Rowena, and Jack- in sunglasses?

“Dean, can you help me up?” You asked, watching as Dean nodded and gave you an arm to grab. Pulling yourself from the vehicle, you watched as Castiels eyes widened in confusion and shock, before quickly darted back and forth from Sam and Dean. His look clearly saying; what the fuck did the two of you do now?

“Cas, it’s alright. It’s really her.” Dean assured him, easing the Angel just a little bit. With quick steps, Cas crossed the street and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace strong enough that you felt your feet leave the ground for a moment.

“Missed you too Cas.” You wheezed, notifying him of the current strength he was giving to the hug. Quickly apologizing he set you back on your feet, taking a step back.

“How is this possible? You’re supposed to be in Heaven.” He exclaimed, wide eyed and bewildered.

Dean stepped in again, rendering you silent. “ Cas, as much as we all want to know how this happened, we still have to deal with the ghost apocalypse Chuck just threw at us. Plus, I’m putting Y/N on lock down.” You normally would have argued with Dean for putting you on the bench- but if you didn’t get sleep soon you were going to black out.

But the real thing that caught your attention was the tone in Deans voice when he spoke to Cas. He sounded annoyed and angry. Which only made you squint your eyes in suspicion. Something wasn’t right here. There was a thick tension hanging in the air between the Angel and the Winchester, and it made you uneasy.

*. *. *. *.

Before admitting defeat and falling into the backseat of Baby you had to be made aware of the fact that the youngest member of the group was not- in fact, Jack. You had a hunch when he didn’t run over to you like he normally did, but actually hearing the words that he wasn't sent your head spinning. And then came the disturbing fact that a demon was using his corpse as a meat suit and Dean and Sam had to hold you back from throttling him. That wasted energy had you stumbling back, almost falling into Deans arms.

“Okay, yeah- your taking a nap while we try to figure this situation out.” Dean stated. You watched him shrug off one of his many layers, wrapping his canvas jacket around you. “Promise me that you will stay here?” He gripped your shoulders, look down into your y/e/c eyes with worry as you sunk back down into the back seat of the vehicle.

“I promise.”You yawned, ignoring how Dean nodded silently. The moment your butt hit the leather all you wanted to do was fall back and let sleep take you, but of course there was the matter of assuring Dean that you were fine, that you were safe and could handle yourself. It took a few minutes but you got through that thick skull of his and he left hesitantly, but not before pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

“Ill see you soon.”

With a tired nod you fell back onto the seat, eyes fluttering shut as Dean closed the door and departed.

“Ive missed you all. . .so much.” you muttered. And with that you sunk into a deep unconsciousness, drowning reality out.

Good dreams are few and far between when you live as a hunter. The same monsters you hunt have a way of getting into your head as well, making nightmares much more common, but as you let yourself fall asleep you found yourself in one of those rare good ones.

The windows of the impala were rolled down as Dean tore down one of the many back roads of northern Michigan. The two of you had just finished up a werewolf case up near Traverse City. A soft, humid breeze found its way into the vehicle, whipping your hair across your face. Taking a deep inhale you let out a sigh. It even smelled like summer. The air was thick with the scent of hydrangeas, which hung from front porches, their baskets practically overflowing with the bright flowers. Somewhere a camp fire was burning, the sharp smell of burning oak mixing with the fresh summer air.

The soft hum of the radio shifted, a new song starting up and making you shift in your seat. Dean watched from the corner of his eye with a smirk as you reached for the volume dial, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Just a small-town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

You sang along, turning the volume up even more, before turning to lock eyes with Dean, a smile playing on your lips.

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Your smile only grew as Deans voice mixed with yours. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as you let out a laugh, the two of you getting more into the song.

A singer in a smokey room

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on, and on, and on

Your duet got stronger as the music swelled. You leaned back against the seat, smiling as you sang. These were the moments you could live in forever. This would be your heaven. As the song continued, the two of you belted out the verses, Dean at one point taking his hands off the wheel to attempt air guitar.

Streetlights people

Livin' just to find emotion

Hidin' somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people—

You wanted to stay secure in this memory- this dream forever. It was safe and it was happy - Dean was happy.

And that’s when you woke up.

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red-pill-blue-pill · 5 years

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I’ll take you with me. Keanu Reeves.

A/N: This is for the lovely @ringa-starr 💖Thanks for requesting. I hope you like it!

side note: The reader is 15 in the beggining and 29 in the end.

Summary: In the orphanage everyday was hell, then he arrived.

Word Count: 3250.

Warnings: Child abuse!!!!

Your arm stung and you knew that was going to leave a bruise. It was nothing new, she always hit you, well, she hit everyone.

She raised the long metal ruler again and swung it in the air, it whistled as it came down hitting you again, a loud smack echoing in the room. No one dared to stick up for you. They were all terrified of her.

At Staten Island’s orphanage this kind of abuse was the everyday life. Foster care was supposed to provide orphan children a chance at life but this was a living hell. That woman was pure evil. She was one of the caretakers assigned to watch over the children during the day. Her shift lasted eight endless hours.

No one cared about those children. Multiple complains had been filed out against her and the Social Services had allegedly looked over the case for the fifth time this year but it seemed someone told them to back off each time.

Last week had been your fourth anniversary in the orphanage. Your parents died in a carcrash when you were eleven and, since you had no family around, the State had to take care of you. If you were honest with yourself, life was pure shit. You had gone from having a loving and caring family who you knew you could always rely on, to have nothing but countless beatings and feeling a loneliness that snuk around your heart and squeezed it more and more each day that went by.

Every child beared bruises on their body. Some had only a couple, some had their arms and torso covered. Even the three year olds had at least one. It was heartbreaking to see all those children suffering and knowing there was nothing you could do.

The door to the orphanage opened and a social worker came in with a boy, by his looks you could tell he was a couple of years older than you. His eyes darted nervously around the hall of the building. You could tell he was scared out of his mind and you felt sympathy for him, he didn’t know what he was getting into.

The social worker left and he stood there, paralyzed as the infamous caretaker aproached him.

“I’ll show you to your room.” her voice was stoic, no feelings in sight.

They walked past you and you couldn’t help but smile reassuringly at him, he returned the gesture with a sad smile of his own. The boy followed her around the building. His room was a dirty hole with two bunks. Moist covered the walls and the old wooden floor was almost black with dirt.

“Everyone’s eating lunch in ten minutes. Leave your shit here and go downstairs.” she left him alone and went to supervise the dining room.

You managed to sneak your way into the his door without being seen and mentally congratulated yourself, you had been perfectioning your tiptoeing tecnique for years. He was with his back turned to you, eyeing the room, trying to wrap his head around the situation he found himself into.

“Hi.” you said startling him a little bit.

“I didn’t hear you coming. Hello.” he smiled sadly again and extended his hand for you to shake it.

“I’m Keanu.” His grip on your hand was firm but soft.

“I’m Y/n”

You stared at eachother for a second before he cleared his throat.

“So, tell me, what do you usually do around here?”

You chuckled bitterly. “Survive.”

He raised an eyebrow and swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry to put it like that but the sooner you know the better.” you raised your tshirt to reveal a black bruise that was forming on your side. “This is what you get here. You’re one of the oldest boys here so she’s not going to go easy on you.”

His eyes widened at the sight and his first instinct was to reach out and grace it softly with his hand, as if to check it was all real and not a weird ass dream. He was horrified and furious. How could someone do that to a child. You flinched and he apologized.

You lowered your shirt. “We gotta go. She’s going to get mad if she checks and we’re not there.”

He nodded and followed you silently, still processing what you had told him. You felt something tug at your heart. Maybe it was the loneliness giving your heart a break.

7 months later

Months went by. Keanu got the dynamics of the orphanage. When the beatings started he stayed silent, he didn’t try to be a hero. She took a liking in him, he was stronger than the other children and she loved to see him begging for her to stop, completely at her mercy. He could take more blows and so saved the hardest ones for him. It broke your heart. You would go in his room after those episodes to take care of the cuts and bruises she left on his body. He always did the same for you. You both even did it with the younger children. One would attend the bruises while the other read to them or played with the few toys they were allowed to have. It somehow also helped to heal your hearts, reminding eachother there was some kind of good in this world.

Each time he smiled sincerely was treasured in your heart. Seing him truly happy even if it was for a couple of minutes, and knowing it was because of you, made you think this was meant to be. Call it destiny, call it coincidence, but you were convinced Keanu and you had to meet eachother. The place wasn’t the best and you wished you could’ve just met at school, or maybe at a coffee shop, even at a shopping mall. But maybe it was the context that brought you two together to seek comfort in eachother.

The thought of him leaving in six months was breaking your heart, the thought of being on your own again was unbearable. You knew it was a selfish thought, if he had a chance to flee this place he obviously had to take it but you could only think about how you wouldn’t see him again. You wouldn’t see his beautiful smile or run your fingers though his soft hair again. The nights you snuck in his room and lied with him in the bed, whispering your fears and talking about what you were going to do when you left that place.

Of course you hadn’t talked about this with him, the last thing he needed was feeling guilty for going on with his life. You tried to push the thought aside to enjoy every moment you both had left.

5 months later.

A ray of sunshine lighted up the room and shone upon the pillow. You scrunched your face and turned away from the light. The small bed dipped under your weight as you moved. The warmth of the summer was starting to creep into the small rooms causing you to sleep over the covers. Soon it would be unbearable. An extra source of heat warmed your body. You slowly opened your eyes trying to adjust them to the light. The sight of a sleeping Keanu next to you warmed you heart. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. You reached out and pulled away the strands that fell over his soft face. He hummed in content and you couldn’t help but smile.

He stretched and yawned “Good morning.” he said with that raspy sleepy voice that made you crazy.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” You smiled fondly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Have you slept well?” he mumbled against your head.

This was routine for you. His roommates were already used to your presence and the small talk developed into a full friendship with them. As to the relationship you had with him, well, you weren’t really sure. You knew he meant the world to you, he was everything you had but you didn’t have a clue what he thought about you. Of course you were his best friend and he loved you to death but maybe it was a different kind of love. You doubted it was the kind of love you felt for him but you were happy as long as he was by your side.

Before you could answer one of his roommates groaned. “Oh my god guys. It’s eight o’clock in the morning, go be all lovey dovey somewhere else!” the bunk if your bed shook as he moved to cover his head with the pillow.

Keanu laughed and you blushed as you burried you head in his chest. “You’re just jealous Mike!” he shouted back between giggles.

When the giggles subsided he turned to you again. “So, how did you sleep?”

“Pretty well actually. You?” You face had already cooled down and you were looking up at his face.

“I always sleep well when you’re around.” he flashed you a toothy smile and your heart fluttered at his words. It didn’t really matter if he was being serious or not. Suddenly you felt a pang in your heart. He’s leaving in one week. You cleared your throat and slid out of his embrace. “Uhm, I gotta go before the caretaker does her morning round. See you later.”

He looked at you with a confused face at your sudden change of mood. “Okay.” he mumbled after you had left.

“Problems with your girlfriend?” Mike spoke again trying to tease him.

“Shut the fuck up Mike!”

You went down to have breakfast. Thankfully you had managed to sneak back into your room before she came around cheking.

All the children were sitting around long tables. The youngest ones - that were three years old- laughed and messed around with the shitty food they gave you at orphanage. The older kids around were laughing at such display of naivety, you included. The dining room door swung open making everyone stop what they were doing, terror freezing them in place.

She walked fast towards the small kids as she moved the metal ruler around in the air. “Do you think this is funny?!” She screamed as she towered over their tiny frames. One of them started pouting his lip at her sharp voice, trying to hold back his tears. “Don’t look at me like that you little shit.” She swung the ruler and hit the toddler in the face, making him fall to the ground. A loud pained cry erupted from the little boy.

You stood there paralized, taking in what had just happened. She had never hit a small child with such force. Something boiled inside you. Anger. Hate. Fear.

She raised the ruler once more, ready to land it on his tiny body once again. You didn’t know how but you ran forward and used you back as a shield to protect him just in time a smack came down on your shoulder. You screamed in pain but managed to get the little boy out of there.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” She laughed bitterly. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into.”

She kicked you in the ribs, making you fall to her feet with a thud. Her foot hit you repeatedly, the pain got sharper and sharper. People around just stared, and you sure as hell couldn’t judge them. The only thing you had on your mind was Keanu’s face.

Keanu and Mike walked through the door and their conversation died as they heard the commotion. As Keanu got closer he saw the small child with a red bruise across his face being comforted by an older boy. The thump of his heart echoed in his ears as he looked over the children to see what was going on. His blood boiled at the sight: your body was curled up in a fetal position, trying to shield yourself from the blows as much as you could.

He let out a scream filled with rage as he lunged forward to punch her in the face. She stumbled back, stunned at the newfound courage in the new kid. No one had ever confronted her.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” he screamed again as he pushed her to the ground and punched her face incessantly. Her face soon became a bloody mess, splotchig his clothes and face. Mike just kept pleading him to stop but he was totally out of his mind.

You understood what was going on and gathered the strength to put you hand on his shoulder. “Stop, please.” you whispered.

His fist stopped mid air and he turned to look at you. Your face was contorted in pain but with no bruises in sight. Your hands were holding your side trying to soothe the pain. His gaze softened and he moved to kneel next to you, picking you up carefully and carrying you back to his room. When he walked past Mike he told him to call an ambulance to check on the caretaker that was still lying unconscious on the floor.

He put you down on his bed and kneeled next to you. He softly ran his hand through your hair as he kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His eyes were filled with tears that were slowly falling down his cheeks.

Your hand cupped his face and your thumb wiped a tear that fell. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I just saw you there, so vulnerable and I just... All I could think of was how I’m leaving in a week and how I can’t leave you here on your own. I love you so so much.” He started crying harder and you pulled him on the bed while you hugged him close to you, flinching a bit when he graced your now forming bruises.

When Keanu calmed himself he turned to look at you. “Does it hurt bad? We can call an ambulance if you want.”

“I’m fine, it’ll hurt for a few days but I’ll get over it.” you smiled reassuringly, also trying to convince yourself.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes just looking at eachother. His eyes stared at you with a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You could see that adoration he had for you, it was now mixed with worry and sadness. But you were missing something. Your hands drew soft caresses on eachother, trying to forget the pain you both felt.

"Y/n, I..." he chose his words carefully. "I've been meaning to tell you something but I couldn't find the right moment."

You knit you eyebrows waiting for him to go on. He took a deep breath.

"I think I'm in love with you. I think I've been for a long time now."

You inhaled sharply "What?" You whispered as if he was telling you the most secret thing in the world.

"Everytime I see you face, everytime I wake up and you're lying by my side, everytime you laugh I just... I don't think it can get any better."

You stayed silent, trying to process what he had just said. You felt your eyes water, how could he wait so long to tell you that? He was leaving in a week for fucks sake.

"Keanu you're leaving in a week. Why didn't you tell me before?" Your voice sounded angry, you actually were.

"I don't know I just... I didn't know how you felt, I didn't want to spoil what we had." He was getting nervous each second that passed, he had fucked up.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. "I love you too."

When you opened them you saw a big smile on his face. He could barely contain himself. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and leaned closer to press the softest kiss on your lips. Your heart thumped hard against your ribcage and you were sure he could hear it. When he pulled away you stared at eachother. The air around had become electric and filled with love. The purest form of it.

He kissed you again, this time you tasted eachother slowly, hands pushing at the nape of your necks, not ready to loose contact, breathing into eachother.

When you pulled away you rested yor foreheads together.

“I’m not leaving you here.” he whispered. “I’ll do anything I can to take you with me.”

You smiled. You knew it was true, he wouldn’t stop at nothing.

14 years later.

You walked around town. You needed a break and walking was your favourite thing to do to clear your mind. The winter wind was cold on your face and you adjusted your scarf, seeking warmth. You wandered the streets with no destination. Everytime you did that you ended at the same place. The orpahanage. Every time you battled with yourself to go in or just walk away.

After Keanu had beaten that caretaker they had opened a case against her, finally listening to the thousand complains children had filled against her. They called you to testify against her, asking you about the abuse and the beatings. The case was ruled out as child abuse with aggravating factors such as prolongation in time and her being the person supposed in charge to guarantee care and love to those children. No charges were pressed against Keanu since what he did was in self defense.

You shook your head and kept walking, this time towards your house.

The keys dingled as you left them in the console table on the entrance. You closed the door and removed your coat and scarf. It was really hot in there.

“Honey, I’m home.” you said, checking if he was already gone for that run he had told you about.

“I’m over here!” he answered from the living room.

You leaned against the door frame, you smiled at the sight before you. Keanu was sprawled out in the couch watching some TV program about people baking cakes. You walked towards him, your heeled shoes taping on the wooden floor. You sat on the edge of the couch and caressed his face.

“Hello love.” you murmured. He smiled and leaned up to kiss your lips softly.

“Guess where I went today?” you said as you smiled.

He stared at you knitting his brows and thinking hard. “No idea.”

“To the orphanage.”

He laughed and sit up on the couch next to you, circling your shoulders with his arms. “Will you ever stop going there?”

You laughed as you slapped his chest. “Hey, you can’t blame me for being a hopeless romantic and wanting to revisit the place where we met.”

After the trial he managed to be your legal tutor and get your ass out of that hellhole. You had been eternally thankful for that. You had moved together to a small apartment but it was enough for you, everything was if he was by your side.

“It amazes me how you can erase all the bad memories and just keep the good ones. I wish I could do that.” Keanu kissed your temple and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s not the good things. It’s the best thing that has happened to me.”

“You’re cheesy today. I like it.” He said, this time kissing you in the corner of your mouth as you giggled.

“I love you Keanu.”

“I love you too.”

#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves fic #keanu reeves oneshot #keanu reeves #request #My writing

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beepbeeprichiellc · 5 years

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i’ve always loved the “74 + 86” prompt where eddie and richie get lost in the woods and are fighting, please write more for it, it’s one of my favorite oneshots of yours

You got it!!! Part One

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Richie couldn’t stop staring.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how painful it was he couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. It was like a bad movie-the jock practically taunting the small boy with his open sexuality, leaning in with his sly smile and endless grey eyes. Eddie ate right from his hand, blushing and fawning like a little lamb. Richie could feel the weight in his chest, the painful churn in his stomach that made him gag on his own emotion. It was like the air was swiftly deflated from his lungs, leaving him nearly dead. Their conversation staggered for a moment, and they were just staring at each other-the same way Richie remembered Eddie staring at him.

Six weeks ago he would have swooped in and poked fun of his friend, wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and escorted him to their next class. They would laugh and Richie joke about the possibility of the jock taking Eddie’s virginity, Eddie would pretend to get mad, blush a little and beep him but Richie would just smile, placing a not so platonic kiss onto Eddie’s cheeks, causing the color in Eddie’s face to turn three shades darker. But that was before, now interfering was not Richie’s place.

Things had been better between the two friends, once they had been rescued by the losers they had talked about it and they had agreed that they were both being stupid. Richie apologized for what he had said, for being so angry even though it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own. Eddie regretfully apologize for throwing himself onto Richie without knowing his sexuality and then being too much of a coward to properly handle the rejection. It wasn’t enough to rekindle their friendship, but it was enough to keep them in the same room together and that was al the Losers needed.

It was like Richie was wearing a mask, faking his emotions around all of his friends. If they knew, the didn’t say anything as their senior year began to crawl along. Maybe it was because they were all caught up in college applications and SAT scores and blah blah blah, life went on without the trashmouth, leaving him in the dust. Things at home had improved a little, his mother was on another health kick, forgoing liquor for smoothies and his father had picked up a few shifts that kept him out of the bars. Even though things were better, Richie had never felt worse in his life.

“Cute isn’t it?”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin, forgetting that he was in a crowded school rather than his own head. Looking over at Stan he realized that he was wearing a knowing smirk that made his chest burn, “What is?” He asked, turning back to his open locker.

“Eddie and Rick.” Stan shrugged, leaning into the space between them. “I think he’s gonna ask Eddie to the prom, Mike said that he asked him if Eddie had a date or not.”

“Cool.” Richie snorted, rolling his eyes and grabbing his history book. It hurt, hearing that some douche was going to aske Eddie out, but it wasn’t his place to feel this way, to have a huge claw carve anger into his stomach. “Good for them, Eds should like that.”

Richie turned and walked away, hoping the conversation would stay there but to his disgust Stan followed. “Don’t need to be so bitter there trashmouth.”

“Not bitter.” Richie lied, shaking his head and throwing his overloaded book bag over his shoulder. “Don’t care, prom is lame anyways.”

“Lame?” Stan repeated, raising an eyebrow. “This coming from the guy who ranted and raving about senior prom back when we were in the third grade? Come on, who do you think you’re fooling?”

“What do you want from me Stan?” The tone slipped into snarkiness, boarding on harshness. “I grew up, realized that dances were for dweebs and moved on. Sue me.”

“Richie.”

“What?” He growled, stopping mid stride and turning towards his friend. “What is it Stan?”

Stan rolled his eyes, grabbing hold of Richie’s shoulder and pulled him towards the closest exit. There was no fight, no arguing as they walked out onto the steps of the high school, allowing the buzz of the students to fade into the background. It was like breathing in air for the first time, the crisp morning sky welcoming the two friends with open arms. The two stopped once Stan had made it around the corner, and immediately Richie went for his cigarettes. Stan waited for him to light one before he began, “This entire charade has got to stop Rich.”

“What charade?” Richie played along, sucking down the death stick like it was going to save his life.

“We’ve been friends since first grade Tozier, you don’t think I can tell when you are bullshitting everyone?” Stan raised a brow, making all the walls Richie had built crumble. Things only got worse when he added, “I’m worried about you.”

Richie leaned back onto the cool brick of the school and sighed, closing his eyes and dreaming of a time when he would just laugh this entire thing off. “Don’t be, I’m fine.”

“No you are not!” Stan nipped, pushing lightly at his shoulder. “You don’t joke anymore, you rarely talk to any of us, for god’s sake you stopped applying to colleges! You are our valedictorian Richie, you could get into Harvard if you wanted to!”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look, don’t worry about me okay? You should be more worried about missing class, if you don’t leave now you are going to be late.” Richie slid down onto the grass, flickering the bud in his fingers and pulling out another one. It wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting the talk from Stan, out of everyone he was the one who paid the most attention. He just wished he had enough energy to fight, to put up some kind of defense but he was so tired. Tired of lying, of faking, of just being Richie Tozier. The weight of the world bore down onto his shoulders, and he was not as strong as he had once thought.

Stan did none of that, instead moving to sit beside his friend just as the bell rang out. “You know I love you right?”

Richie sighed, “Yes.”

It was silent for a moment, the two of them basking in one another’s presence. It was a comfortable tension, one that played along with the beating of their hearts. Richie could stay like this, enjoying the company for the first time in weeks. “Eddie’s just as miserable you know.” Stan eventually blurted, before Richie could open his mouth to reply he continued. “He’s better at faking it than you are, even pretending to like Rick just so that he can get over you but it’s hurting him. You two are a matching pair.”

“I made a mistake.” His confession slipping from his lips like venom, poisoning his already wounded heart. “I was scared of admitting that I wasn’t normal, that I wasn’t straight like my parents so desperately wanted. All my life I’ve been living a lie, pretending that I didn’t like boys, that I didn’t notice the way they made me feel inside. When Eddie admitted that he loved me, when he kissed me I wanted to tell him the truth, I wanted to kiss him back but I just couldn’t. It was like Wentworth was there, in that room with us screaming at me and I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.”

“It’s okay to be gay Richie.” Stan whispered, “You shouldn’t let your homophobic father stop you from being happy.”

Richie sniffled, wiping away the tears he hadn’t realized were there. “I really fucked things up Stan, I just-I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m so lost.”

“It’ll be okay.” Stan cooed, pulling his friend into his arms and accepting the weight of the world. Together they held it, sharing the burden and shielding eachother form the truth. It was an echo, a reincarnation of what had happened the night Stan had admitted that he had feelings for Mike but this time things didn’t seem so straightforward. Things were tangled, knotted into unnatural angles in an effort to resemble normality. It was agony, anarchy, it was Richie.

“You need to talk to Eddie.” Stan whispered into Richie’s hair as he cried, stroking his arm sweetly.

“What if he doesn’t want to talk.” He choked out, “What if he-”

“He will listen Richie.” Stan assured, sounding older than seventeen. “Trust me.”

“Okay.” He managed, feeling lighter than before. “I’ll try.”

#it #it au #reddie #requested #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #prompt #contuination

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doodlydoki · 5 years

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#2 A Lucky Ride

Heya, I've been staying home sick today, that did give me enough time to write tho 😂Finals are coming up so I won't be able to update as much for the next month or so.

Anyways, enjoy my freshly baked fanfic buttercups~!! 💙💐💙💐💙

Summary: Class 1-A has a field trip to Phantasialand, Japan's #1 amusement park. Aizawa stands in line for the newest rollercoaster, when a man tries to cut in front of woman. He steps in and realises the young lady is his Soulmate.

Soulmate AU: One of your eyes changes its colour to that or your soulmate, when you first meet.

Words: ~ 2000

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Principle Nezu was quite worried about the mental health of Class 1-A’s students, They have been through a lot as of late. So he decided that they needed a day to just enjoy themselves and forget their recent misfortunate encounters. “That’s why I booked 23 tickets to Phantasialand, Japan’s greatest theme park!” The students were thrilled!

Their homeroom teacher? not so much. He had to watch over these unruly kids the whole day, together with their english teacher and All Might.

Two days later they all left to the popular amusement park. Aizawa slept the whole ride, knowing he wouldn’t get a moment's rest the moment they'll arrive. When the bus stopped, the tired teacher made the announcement that they had to be back at the entrance at the given time, gave his phone number to all students in case of emergency and passed them an entrance ticket.

It didn’t take long for the students to run off with their friends, leaving behind the 3 adults to plan their own course of action. Hizashi wanted to drag the other two teachers to go on the different roller coasters with him, but was reminded by Aizawa about Yagi’s condition, leaving him unable to enjoy most of the rides. So Aizawa reasoned with Hizashi that he could enjoy a few rides while the two of them stayed behind. The former symbol of peace shouldn’t be left alone anyways for he doesn’t have the power to defend himself anymore. It didn’t feel right with Hizashi to be the only one to enjoy the park, but was reassured by All Might who told him he didn’t mind to wait and by Aizawa who said he should enjoy the park while he could. They weren't at Japan's #1 theme park everyday.

Hizashi came back after a few hours, telling the two of them he has been in the park’s newest and fastest attraction. “Sho, you should try it too. I’ll stay with Yagi.” The tired teacher didn’t want to leave the comfortable seat the cafe had provided him and the older blonde. Be that as it may, he couldn’t argue with Yagi when he said that Aizawa should also enjoy the rides when he could. I mean, he did tell hizashi to enjoy the rides while he still could, reasoning before that they weren’t at Japan’s greatest theme park everyday.

So here he was, swallowing his own advice while waiting in line for the park’s newest hit, ‘The Thunderbolt’. Hizashi told his best friend that he had to go in this particular attraction. What he hadn’t told the already tired man, was that this happened to be the ride with the longest waiting queue.

“What do you think your doing?”

So, of course, some people are going to try to cut the line. He turned his attention to the bickering behind him. A man was trying to walk past a young woman, who stepped side to side every time the man tried to walk past her.

“I’m trying to get to my friends at the front of the line, so move aside.” The woman still used her body as an obstacle to prevent the man from walking past her.

“No, if your friends truly were in front of the line, then why didn’t you just wait with them?” She did have a point there, but the man did not like her reasoning. He shoved her aside, slipping in front of her. She grabbed him by his jacket, trying to create just enough space by shoving him too to get in front of him again. Now the man was pretending to be a human obstacle, making sure the woman had no chance to get past him.

“Hey now lady, not my fault you don’t have the patience to wait another round.” He said to the woman tauntingly. They continued their bickering for another few minutes, Aizawa hated waiting lines now more than ever. He didn’t want to meddle with the two behind him, but when the man slapped the young lady’s arm away, calling her things like ‘an inpatient b*tch’, he had enough.

“Take my place,” the two stopped their childish actions and looked at the pro hero before them, “If you promise to not cut the line any further and leave her alone than you can take my place.” The man mumbled a ‘fine’ and made his way in front of Aizawa.

He himself went to stand beside the woman, who is currently rubbing the spot on her arm where the man had hit her. “Is your arm doing alright?”

The woman nodded, “Yes, i’m fine, I’m sorry you lost your spot because of me.”

“It’s not your fault, he was the one in the wrong.”

“Yeah, thank you for saying that. But now i’m feeling bitter that he’s getting what he wanted though.” The woman bit her lip.

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

She looked at him questionably, to which he whispered ‘you’ll see’. “Also, I don’t think I caught your name yet, my name is Shouta Aizawa.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You returned an introduction of your own as you shook his hand, smiling to your new found acquaintance. That smile quickly turned into shock for the both of you,

“Your eyes.”

You look at the raven haired male who now has one black eye to match. The other one had faded to match the hue of your own eyes. His now heterochromatic eyes looked at you in shock as he sees the same change in one of your own, although that one darkens to an obsidian black.

Your soulmates

Aizawa couldn’t believe it, after all these years. You looked at him with the same kind of shock on your face, “Could it be that we-”

“-we might be, yes.” His widened eyes softened when he heard you giggle. Suddenly he felt an enjoyable warmth rush through him when he looked at your happy expression. It felt as if you two have known each other for the longest of times by how comfortable he feels around you all of a sudden.

“What a way to meet,” you said through your giggles, “I never expected it to go like this.”

He smiled at you, “Neither did I.” He considers himself lucky he found you, because this meeting has proven itself to be quite interesting.

The two of you took the next 30 minutes to get to know eachother better. He learned that you worked in Musutafu as well, although you lived in Tokyo, which means you don’t live to far away. You learned he was a teacher, pro hero and that he was here on a field trip with his class and 2 other teachers, that he was forced to stand in line here by his friend and was now pretty grateful for his best friends pestering to try one of the rides.

“I’m grateful your friend forced you too.” you said amused. That's when. one of the employees walked by on the side of the waiting line. Aizawa called for his attention, explaining about what happened half an hour ago. They were at the end of the line and it was almost their turn, as is the rude man’s.

You and Aizawa look at the scene in front of you as the employee tells the man to go all the way back to the beginning of the line. “What?! Why would I do that, i’ve been waiting for almost a whole hour.”

Their bickering continues as you look at your newfound lover in shock, “Did you really just wait till the very last second to tell the employees?”

A smirk painted itself on your soulmates face, “I might have.”

“You do know we’ve been standing here for a whole hour right? As did he.” You said while pointing at the rude man, who is now arguing with the employee.

“I know,” he answered while looking at the same scene as you, “I can be quite patient when I have to be.” the man gets escorted away and Aizawa glaces at the man one more time, “Unlike others.”

You laugh at his comment, extremely content with the way this ended. The man got his karma, you two could enjoy the rollercoaster ride a round earlier and you got to experience it all with your new found love. This really was a lucky ride for the two of you.

The both of you didn’t have a long time before you had to return to your own group of friends/students. You had agreed with your friends to all just choose a last attraction to go in before you went back home. Aizawa arranged with his students to meet at the entrance, as did you with your friends. The walk back to the entrance was a quiet, but a comfortable one as your hands brushed numerous times, making you feel giddy from the subtle contact between you two.

Your group was already waiting at the entrance while his students were checking in group by group, still missing a few.

“I’d like for us to meet again,” You said shyly, your cheeks rose coloured.

Aizawa smiled, “Yeah, me too,” he took his phone out of his pocket and held it out for you “Let’s exchange phone numbers.”

You smiled sheepishly as you took the handsome teacher’s phone, giving yours in exchange. You had just put your number in his contacts when your friends called you over, yelling that it’s time to go.

“I suppose I’ll hear from you soon,” you said, and planted a kiss on his cheek “Goodbye, Shouta.” You walked around the startled man, who was quietly watching you leave.

An almost unnoticeable shade of red dusted his cheeks. It may be illogical, but he was already thinking about your second meeting. Hoping to be able to contact you as soon as possible to arrange a new meeting. Or perhaps a date? He really was lucky to have shared that ride with you.

~Extra~

The arm that wrapped itself around his shoulders snapped him out of his thoughts, Hizashi was looking over his shoulder to the park’s entrance where they just lost sight of you. The now heterochromatic eyed teacher looks at his best friend to see the massive grin plastered on his face, “Wanna tell me what that was about? Because by the looks of it,” the blonde circled his index finger in front of Shouta’s face, referring to the difference in colour between his eyes “it seems like you found your soulmate, hmm?”

Aizawa sighed and went to join the group of students that started to form itself a little further away from the entrance. “Oh come on, Sho! At least tell me how it happened~”

He tried to keep the excitement from his friend to minimum, so he wouldn’t cause the students to be unruly as well, but that attempt was futile when one of them noticed his eyes. Of course, it was Ashido who exclaimed loudly, “Mr Aizawa, what happened to your eye!?”

This caused all the student's to turn their attention to their homeroom teacher. When he was about to answer that it wasn’t any over their business, ‘Zashi jumped in, exclaiming just as loudly as their pink student that their homeroom teacher had finally found his soulmate~

The girls squealed excitingly, saying things like ‘cute!’ and asking him how it happened, while the guys asked what she looked like.

“Come on Sho, you have to tell us all about her!”

“Mr Aizawa, what is she like!?”

“Is she more the quiet and shy type, or a total badass!?”

“Can we meet her too!?”

He already knew this morning that he wouldn’t get a moments rest, because of these kids, as soon as the bus reached its destination….but he didn’t mind it as much this time.

“Does she have big boobs?”

Nevermind

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Heya, hope ya enjoyed! Have a good day peeps~ 💛♥💛♥💛

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic #fanfiction #doodlydoki #Doodlydoki #2

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jazillia007 · 5 years

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Thoughts on 2x13 - Part 1

So first of all, I have to say I'm very glad I didn't watch the episode live with the emotions coming in left and right and all the drama happening in the fandom right after the episode.

I watched the episode knowing what's coming, so that was kinda cheating on my part but it definitely helped to focus on everything else happening in the episode.

Overall I can say it was a terribly written episode – it felt like a episode quickly written in case Good Girls didn't get a renewal (season 2 had obviously finished filming when it got its renewal, so they definitely didn't think about whether it would feel out of character or moving too fast.)

Because – and I don't care if I get hate for this – I could see Brio ending up in a situation like they ended up in this episode. But let's talk about the other things first.

Annie and Noah (because it's quick):

I never really cared about them. I don't care about Noah having a kid – trying to make it all okay he did lie to Annie and raped her by deception. So you guys talked it out and now it's okay? No, thanks. And do I think he will leave? Well only season 3 will tell. Also I was low-key grossed out by Annie sitting on the toilet doing her business while talking to Noah. They still know eachother for 5 minutes and I just think it's gross. (I know there are couples who do this kind of stuff but personally my toilet business is my toilet business. lol)

Boomer – Marion – Redemption – WTF?:

First of all: why did we need Boomer to be alive again? After watching episode 12 I was like „okay maybe there is a reason why the writers messed with us“ but now I just think it was really for the shocker and mostly cringeworthy scenes.

The dining room scene was terrible. Who wrote it? Jenna, was that you?

Boomer being like „I'm gonna change my face and nobody will recognize me“. Like what? This felt straight out of a Korean drama (if anyone is watching Korean drama, you all know what I mean). It was way too long, way too over the top and not funny. And then Boomer is coming at the 3 women with Jeff? How does he know about Jeff? Did I miss anything? Did I miss Mary Pat telling him about her husband? People in the fandom, help me out! Did I zoom out while this conversation happened?

But also: I don't get Beth's reasoning here. Ruby is right! Get rid off the rest of Jeff and call the cops on Boomer! Heck, why didn't they tell Boomer about how he should shut up about Jeff when he is dirty himself. All the business in Fine & Frugals aside he is also a rapist.

And then, you have Marion driving him to the cops?

Okay, I know a lot of people don't like it that they somewhat gave these two a half-ass written redemption arc. Like Marion is a racist granny and Boomer is... well he is Boomer. Basically he is trash, okay?

But putting aside my personal aversion to these two, I actually liked that Marion did what she did. In the end she knew Boomer was stealing from her and all that. And the way he ordered her around in the beginning of the episode, I was like „Marion, grow a backbone!“. So in that regard, I liked it.

BUT Boomer got away too easily. Neither Annie nor Mary Pat got their chance to tell him off. Will he go to prison? Or get away just like that? I believe unfortunately he will.

Like I said it's half-ass written and not satisfying at all. Just like the episode overall.

Beth's „reasoning“:

I know Beth is a woman with flaws. To a point I feel second-hand embarassement watching her making the same mistakes over and over again. She does and did many decisions which made me facepalm throughout each episode. But some decisions were reasonable or at least understandable for someone without any experience and a certain naivety. We can't expect Beth to be this professional criminal, just like Rio is.

As some pointed out she does make rash decisions when she feels cornered but in this episode I couldn't make sense out of her decisions at all.

How exactly would it help her to pay Boomer money for the crazy facial surgery and for everything else? I'm Ruby in this scene who can't make sense of Beth. Didn't she learn a thing?

If you don't take care of your rotten egg it will spread like a disease – if there is one lesson Beth should remember it's this one – and Boomer is certainly someone who would always come back no matter what, to blackmail and for more cash.

Same with her turning herself in. It showed she was always the caregiver in this group of 3 women and I understand she believes that turning herself in would stop Turner going after the Hills and Annie.

BUT again this falls flat because why would you turn yourself in for the murder of Leslie Petersen aka Boomer when he is alive and well? It would've made sense IF Beth, Ruby and Annie didn't know Boomer was still alive and they genuinely thought the body was his. But that's not the case.

I can't believe they didn't come up with something else. Any fan theory/idea was better than what the writers gave us in this episode.

It's such lazy writing.

Beth the „King“?:

This makes no sense to me at all, not just throughout the whole last bit of the episode but the show so far.

I know some in the fandom wouldn't mind Beth doing her own business without Rio. And all I can ask is: but HOW!?

It's not like I wouldn't agree but if anything that would be a plot I could see happening at the end of season 3 if well-written. In the end we want Beth and Rio to be equals and that can't be achieved – even with a 50/50 deal. Why? Because even with the 50/50 deal, Beth is still 100% not involved in anything going on behind the scenes. For example how Rio perfected his counterfeit money business or his „drug“ business.

I'm also pretty sure Rio didn't tell Beth his recipe how to make the fake cash as legit as possible. In the end he can't trust her enough with these details.

Yes, she can google stuff but I had to laugh quiet a lot at Beth being so proud for producing fake cash with Dean's printer. Okay...

(Also on a sidenote: is it healthy to bake money in chemicals in the same oven you would usually cook your meals in?)

And she is bringing in a random divorced mom who is a designer? Since when is she friends with someone else aside from Ruby and Annie?

I know everyone got to start somewhere but if the season finale proved one thing for sure: it's Beth not being ready for what is ahead of her. She is high on power but to me she came out as weak after shooting Rio. This isn't how I wanted to see Beth to get her own business – again makes no sense at all how she can do it and make as much cash as Rio. He worked for YEARS in this crime world – and certainly she is no King to me.

But I think she will realize that pretty quickly in season 3 that everything isn't that easy. And I can't wait for her to come in touch with other – far less pleasant than Rio – gangsters in town. Plus with her way of not dealing with problems it's likely not going to end well for her.

Dean – Redemption? - WTF 2.0:

The worst thing for me in this episode apart from the shooting scene was probably how they portrayed the relationship between Beth and Dean.

It's Boomer redemption all over again. Lazy writing 101.

But fair enough I didn't see it as Beth and Dean coming back together. I just think in this episode full of self-inflicted turmoil and stress she sought comfort in the person she had been with for 20 years. That's all.

Which doesn't excuse that Dean basically got away with the following things:

he is a cheater. Like he cheated multiple times on Beth.

and he used the lie about sex addiction as a reason why he cheated on her because she wouldn't let him touch while she suffered from post-partum depression.

Dean is also a lying liar because he lied about having CANCER in season 1 because he wanted to keep his property aka his wife.

he undermined Beth's abilities as a businesswoman – let's put aside the crime stuff, she is a LOT better at Dean's job which he HATES.

he also reduces Beth to being a housewife and mother and talks down to her – I've not forgotten his sandwich cookie cutter comment.

he is also unable to get another job because we know how he is, he is unable not to con his own customers and possible future employers can see that from a mile away – but Beth is like „well then it wasn't meant to be?“ like what? Are you serious?

And all seems forgotten now and we get to see Beth and Dean and how they probably were as a not really happy but at least functional couple.

It's almost as if the writers try to gloss over Dean's nonsense because if you look at what Beth did and does it's far worse than what Dean did.

And that's terrible! It's not okay. Because Beth had to do what she did because of Dean! Dean is the reason for all the crap going down in Beth's life. If anything she should blame Dean, not Rio and maybe not even herself...

I can't watch Good Girls as a tv show for female empowerment when Beth doesn't get to call Dean out on his bullshit. And he has the audicity to ask „what went wrong with us?“??

You went wrong, Mister! And Beth didn't get to say it because her look says it all but she just wants to avoid any further conflict.

And that's not okay. It's like the writers gave Beth a muzzle in these scenes and wouldn't let her say what she obviously thinks.

And I’m not even sad about Beth and Dean getting along as parents. Like that's a good decision. Because in the end they have 4 kids and they should be functional as parents.

I'm simply baffled how poorly written Beth's and Dean's conflict is or the lack of addressing it. And that the writers apparently want to have these two in the same house for another season.

I simply have no words anymore.

#nbc good girls #thought on season finale #long post #I'm so sorry #second part is posted right away #I hope it's not too messy #I just wrote about anything and everything

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El Amor Todo Lo Puede Chapter 33: The New World

Source: Rundalek

Chapters 1-31 Chapter 32

The phones didn’t seem to be ringing yet this Monday morning, which gave Laura’s caffeine a chance to kick in before she had to begin dealing with the problems of the day. She needed the time. The entire world seemed to have taken on a new shape so that, although she recognized the parts of her life, they weren’t quite where she had left them.

She and Rafael were lovers. He wanted to be a couple. The sun probably wasn’t actually shining brighter, and colors probably weren’t more vibrant than before she’d gone to Rafael’s apartment the previous Friday, but Laura would swear they were.

“Parker, look at me.”

Laura blinked, looking over at Amanda, who was squinting at her. “What?”

Amanda rolled her chair over to Laura’s desk. “You dirty slut,” she whispered, beaming. “Anyone we know?”

Laura tried to look blank. “What are you talking about?”

Amanda actually laughed. “Bitch, please. You think I don’t know beard burn when I see it? And yours is not only bad, it’s fresh, too. Which means you’ve been in bed with someone all weekend. Including this morning.”

“Fuck,” Laura sighed, pulling open the lower drawer of her desk and grabbing the makeup bag she kept there. She stood and headed for the locker room. Amanda followed her.

Once in the locker room, she said, “C’mon, Laura, spill. I have two children still in diapers. Your sex life is the only one I’m gonna get right now.”

Laura looked in the mirror and groaned. Rollins wasn’t kidding. The lower half of her face showed a telltale irritation. She began to try to disguise it as best she could, focusing on her self-consciousness so she wouldn’t break out with a dopey grin. It was a little humiliating to be wearing such an obvious sign of what she’d been doing all weekend, but she was just so fucking happy about it, and she did want to keep her feelings private. She knew Rollins would tease her much more about having feelings than about having sex.

Amanda stood next to the mirror while Laura worked. Her face was full of delight. “You finally got Barba into bed. It’s about damn time. So…?”

Laura blushed furiously despite her best efforts. Amanda let out a hoot of laughter.

“That good, huh?”

“Shut up. I’m not talking about it. We all already know way too much about eachother’s lives. And we all have to work together.”

“Here.” Amanda took the make-up sponge from Laura. “Years of experience.”

“Thanks,” Laura said, as Amanda began to touch up her makeup.

“You seem happy,” Amanda said kindly. “I assume that means there’s gonna be a second date?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, good. Just let me know if you need me to shoot him. Cuz I can make it look like an accident.”

Laura chuckled. “Good to know.”

As they sat back down at their desks, Laura said quietly to Amanda, “Can we please just keep this on the down-low? It’s… private.”

“No problem.”

Carisi and Fin walked into the squad room together, both smiling and practically giggling.

“We just saw Barba. He was whistling. You guys finally slept together, didn’t you?” Carisi asked, loudly enough for half the squad room to hear.

Laura’s head hit her desk. “Well, that was private for all of five minutes,” she groaned. *****

It had been a strange meeting for Rafael. The squad had been working for three days straight, catching catnaps in the crib when possible. They finally had a suspect in custody, but the guy wasn’t giving anything up. The meeting had been productive in that they were almost there; he only needed a couple more pieces to put a case together without a confession. With a plan for going forward, the squad had headed out to the streets again to find what they needed.

Rafael had watched Laura throughout the meeting. He tried to concentrate only on the case, thinking through the theories he could use and the evidence they’d need to prove them. But he had been thinking about Laura constantly for the past three days and was intensely curious about what it would be like to work with her after their weekend together. He hoped he was behaving normally and interacting naturally with her, but he couldn’t be confident because he was entirely aware of her throughout the meeting.

He put his tablet into his briefcase and headed out of the squad room. He hoped they’d find what they were looking for quickly. He wanted to talk to Laura. Now that he’d finally decided that his feelings for her were stronger than his fear, he was frantic to pick up where they’d left off before this case started. And he needed to know that she was thinking about him the same way.

As he strode down the hall, the elevator doors opened and Fin and Laura rushed out, heading back to the squad room.

“Glad we caught you, Counselor,” Fin called.

“You forget something?” Rafael asked.

“This warrant you’re gettin’ us, we forgot to ask for limits,” Fin told him.

Laura ran a hand through her hair. “Guess we’re tired,” she said apologetically.

Rafael explained the boundaries of the warrant he was on his way to request.

With a look at one another, Fin and Laura turned around and headed quickly for the stairs while Fin called his thanks over his shoulder. They hit the door to the stairway with Fin in the lead. Just before she followed him through, Laura turned back to Rafael and gave him a wink and a grin.

He was uncharacteristically cheerful for the rest of the day.

The squad found what they needed that night, including an eyewitness who had lied to them when first questioned. By midnight, Rafael was satisfied with the witness’s statement and the witness had signed it and left. Finally, they could all go home.

Rafael and Laura didn’t even discuss whether he would give her a ride home; he simply waited while she grabbed her things and she went with him to his car. She fell asleep on the ride home.

They reached for each other’s hands as they walked the block from his garage to their building. They spoke very little. Rafael understood that Laura was too tired to deal with much conversation, and both of them were simply enjoying the feeling of walking down the street holding hands.

Laura put her arms around Rafael and rested her head against his chest as they rode the elevator to her floor. He walked her to her door and unlocked it for her because she seemed as though she was already falling asleep.

“Give me a hug and go to sleep,” he murmured as she shuffled in. She turned around and they shared a long hug.

“I really, really want to invite you in,” she muttered into his shoulder.

“I’ve seen you sleep before, Detective. It’s very cute, but I think I’ll decline.”

She looked up at him. “If I wasn’t so tired I’d be very disappointed.”

Rafael leaned his head down and kissed Laura tenderly. He stopped after only a few kisses, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.

“Goodnight, Laura.”

“’Night, Rafael.”

Olivia had made all the squad members who had been working on the case take the next two days off, so Laura slept until noon. She woke up stretching and happy, and padded into her kitchen to make coffee. Her phone was on the counter next to the coffee maker, although she knew she hadn’t left it there. She picked it up, seeing that she had a text.

Rafael:

Look in the refrigerator.

She did. He had come in while she slept, and left her a bag containing a fresh bagel and cream cheese next to a plastic container full of mixed fruit.

Laura sent him back a picture of herself smiling broadly just as she was about to take the first bite of bagel.

Laura:

Dinner’s on me.

Rafael arrived earlier than Laura would have expected. She wondered whether he had left work undone to spend time with her. The idea gave her a warm glow.

He knocked while letting himself in. Laura was sitting on one of the stools at the counter between her living room and kitchen texting with one of her brothers, but put the phone down as Rafael stepped in.

“Hey,” she said, turning her chair toward him. He still wore his suit, although his tie was loose and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. The first hint of stubble had begun to show on his face.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Feel better?” He noticed that the hollows under her eyes from the night before were gone. In her flannel pants and T-shirt, with her hair still damp from the shower, she looked like she’d just awakened.

“So much better. I slept until noon and then I spent a couple hours at the gym.”

They were a bit shy with one another at first. This was the first time they’d been alone together since they had made love, which put them in uncharted territory.

He took off his jacket, vest, and tie and hung them on the stool next to her. “What’s for dinner?”

“You tell me.”

“Do I get to kiss you first?”

Laura smiled and reached for him. He wrapped her in his arms while she took his face in her hands. Their lips met and clung. For long minutes, they explored one another’s lips and mouths, breathing in one another’s breath, enjoying the luxury of knowing that they could finally kiss each other as they’d wanted to do for so long, and that they had all the time in the world to do it. Laura felt the stubble on his cheeks, ran her fingers through his hair, touched his lips with her fingertips, and ran her hands down, then back up his arms before putting her arms around his neck to concentrate on what he was doing with his tongue.

Rafael could feel Laura’s kisses deep inside. He began to lose himself in her; the way she felt and tasted, the way she was responding to him…

“Dinner can wait,” he murmured.

They snuggled contentedly in Laura’s bed, still a little sweaty but breathing almost normally again. Rafael cuddled Laura against him, kissing the top of her head in the way she was starting to love.

“How was work?” She asked.

He shrugged. “Exhilarating.”

She chuckled.

“That’s a lie. I got nothing done. I was thinking about you.”

Laura felt a surge of emotion that kept her from responding. Instead, she squeezed him and turned her face to sprinkle kisses on his chest.

What he didn’t tell her was that thinking about her, and their weekend together, and knowing he would see her again tonight, had kept him half hard all day. It had been impossible to focus his mind. Uncomfortable as it was, it was also a sort of carnal affliction that had been missing from his life for way too long. And it wasn’t just the idea that he would be having sex. It was knowing he would be having sex with Laura.

“Are you hungry?”

“I am now,” he answered, grinning.

“Can we eat naked in bed?”

“Your apartment, your rules.” Rafael tried to think of a time he had ever done something like that. Who was this woman who was so different from him, and from any other woman he had been with, yet had such a hold on him? And why did he suddenly feel that eating dinner naked in bed with her was something he should have been doing all along?

As she paid the delivery woman, Laura was still shaking her head at the way Rafael had talked her into being the one to put clothes on and answer the door. They enjoyed a quiet dinner, talking and laughing as they always did, only now with Laura, once again naked, straddling Rafael and feeding him. Rafael disposed of the containers when they were done (his part of the “who has to get decent and answer the door” negotiations). When he returned to the bed, Laura pulled him to her and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Tell me you didn’t bring work home,” she said breathlessly.

“I should have, but I didn’t. I was hoping we’d put our evening to better use.”

“You know, Harvard, you may actually be as smart as you think you are.”

Getting to know Rafael’s body, and what he liked, was a joyful process of exploration and experimentation for Laura. She had been right, all those months ago when she imagined that he would be a luscious mix of tender, loving words and caresses, and passionate, demanding need. She had always found his voice sexy, and to hear him telling her what he was feeling as she made love to him, to listen to his moans and cries, was as erotic for her as his touch. Which was to say, extremely. She knew it was very early in their relationship, the stage when new couples spend all their time in bed, but she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere other than here, with Rafael.

“Man, you know how to kiss,” Laura panted.

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Oh, yeah.”

Rafael wondered how he had gone so long without the glorious feeling of skin on skin, the silky warmth of a touch, the fiery passion and hormone-drunk afterglow, that came from being with a woman he really cared about. Recreational sex was fun, but this, with Laura… was something else. He wanted her to feel that way, too. He decided to spend extra time and effort using his fingers and tongue to madden and then satisfy her, showing her what he could make her feel. He wanted her to know that her pleasure was his primary goal. He had to admit that, feeling her shudder and hearing her cries as he made her come made him feel pretty good, too.

Much later, Laura spent several moments looking contentedly down at Rafael, playing with the hair on his chest. “Rafael, I don’t want to freak you out, but I want you to know…” Her voice was uncertain. “Hypothetically, if I said that I might have feelings for you…”

“I’d gloat for a while, probably tease you mercilessly, generally make an ass of myself.”

“And then?”

“And then I’d tell you that I have feelings for you, too. Hypothetically.”

#law & order svu #law & order: special victims unit #rafael barba #raul esparza #chicago pd #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago justice

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Andromeda Tonks

OK so here’s my headcanon of her life but I didn’t want to write it but I’m impatient so here it is in bulletpoints!

* she was in an arranged marriage all her life to a pure blood family from France

* she grew up with her betrothed. Visiting eachother every holiday or ball or birthday, their affections ever more forced as the years went on

* it wouldn’t be for years until Ted and Andromeda finally met, having bumped into each other in the hallways because of Teddy’s lack of observation

* after bruising her knee and elbowing her in the chest, Ted offered if he could buy her something at Hogsmeade to make up for it

* she agreed and they quickly became good friends

* he was the first person to ever make Andromeda feel like, herself. Where she didn’t have to play pretend to get him to like her because he already did

* he saw through her acts of deceit and lies, the things that have been taught to her her entire life. He made Andromeda feel like a woman, and she was like a addict, obsessed with the feeling of love and happiness Teddy gave her

* during this time her relationship with Mercel had also began to change

* their hogwarts graduation had just passed, and because of this Mercel decided to move to England to work closer with Andromedas father, and to be able to officially begin courting Andromeda

* it was now the talk of the town between the pure blood family’s whenever Andromeda was seen hanging onto Mercel’s arm during a ball, or seen together at a dinner, the candle light hiding the fact that neither party are speaking

* sometimes though, in moments of weakness, when Teddy’s laugh or smile started to drift from her memory and the stiffy etiquette of the purebloods got to her, Andromeda would allow Mercel to take her hand into his. Tracing his thumb across the ring that adorns her left hand until she’d slowly slip her hand away and place it onto her lap

* this went on for months. Andromeda going back and forth from pretty doll holding onto Mercels arm, to the woman who loved to read as Teddy wrote, who lived to find out she actually loves fries when Teddy forced her inside a diner with him

* everything seemed ok, not perfect, but ok, until Mercel began to start acting more, colder, towards Andromeda

* his smiles forced and faked, his eyes losing their young, naive glint, leaving only cold, lifeless murky brown depths

* he became more possessive, more serious, all the kindness she knew vanished and instead replaced a wicked man much like her fathers friends

* it felt like being with a stranger

*at this point Mercel had taken a liking to slapping her, if she spoke out of term, or argued, or sneezed at the wrong moment

*he also liked taking Andromedas hand now, no longer waiting for her consent before he’d grip her tight, his thumb always tracing the cold metal of her ring, as if he’s reminding her who she belongs to

*Teddy finally noticed it one day, hanging out at his apartment with her and their friends

* she was stiff as she sat, wincing whenever she would get up, touching her side as she would, as if it ached

* Teddy confronted her once everyone had began to leave, and in her loose lipped state from all the wine, she told him, not everything, but some, and it doesn’t change the fact that he still held her the entire time, no one having done that for her before

* Andromeda stayed with him that night in his room as he slept on the couch

* but later in the night Andromeda came in with his duvet and slipped in beside him, his tired eyes opening to a full head of brown hair

* it was like all walls fell after that night, and they slowly started to love eachother

* Andromeda was hesitant, believing that their love affair wouldn’t lead to anything happy or good or wonderful like they hoped to think. She was destined to marry Mercel, not a muggleborn like Ted.

* and Ted? Well he always knew he he could fall in love with Andromeda over and over again from the moment they met. He was willing to wait for her, if she only asked him to

* they hid their relationship, of course, the last thing they needed was Bellatrix breaking down Teddy’s door

* but inevitably their lies would catch up to them, and after missing one to many dates with Mercel, it finally did

* it began like any other day. Andromeda woke up beside Teddy, his snoring more like a dull hum as Andromeda got out of bed and started getting dressed for her time with her family, the familiar back and forth already running her ragged

* but when she finally stepped inside the dark hallway of her childhood home, she could feel trepidation creep into her mind as she walked into the parlor, nervous to find her entire family sitting with Mercel

* he wasn’t supposed to be here today

* when her family saw her in the doorway, they asked her to sit, and so she stayed standing, demanding to know what was going on

* they told her that they knew what she was doing, whoring herself out to a muggleborn, disgracing their family

* her family showed her photos that had been taken of her and teddy by a private detective they had hired.

* and in the end it hadn’t been Bellatrix who had told, although she did find joy in her sisters misfortune, but Narcissa, having told their parents after seeing Andromeda and Teddy together at diagon alley

* accusations and threats were thrown as her parents tore her wand from her grasp and handed it to Mercel, who had been watching from afar

* “everyone has agreed, and we all think it is best if you begin living with Mercel until the wedding”

* and so, with no allies and no means of escape, she did

* Andromeda stayed with him for months, forced to lie to Teddy, cut contact off with her friends, live as a prisoner in her own home. It was worse than a nightmare

* she remembers one time when she had been trying on wedding gowns where she had completely broke down into tears, sobs never stopping as she fell to the floor, almost in an outer body state

* she had stayed in bed for weeks after. The healers said that she must have been triggered into hysteria, that somehow, she has developed PTSD

* which wasn’t a surprise to Andromeda, for she had started using both heavy amounts of foundation and glamour charms in the morning

* months past after that incident, and Andromeda started noticing that her dear beloved began to leave her wand locked in the drawer in his side table, something he never used to do since he always had the wand on his person

* and so when they began their nightly bedding rituals, she started to undress him, quickly grabbing the keys to his bedside table before the rest of the nights events began

* she hid the keys for three days, acting as if she had the flu, allowing herself rest as her family had their annual Wednesday tea and stroll in the garden

* as the hours passed, Andromeda inneacted her plan.

* she unlocked the drawer and held her wand with shaking hands as she quickly got changed out of her night gown and into her muggle pants and sweatshirt that she had hidden

* Andromeda was quick when packing but not quick enough before the door opened, revealing a startled Narcissa in the doorway

* she had come up to check on Andromeda at their mother instances, and as her mother asked if everything was alright, Narcissa, without breaking eye contact with Andromeda, yelled back yes, but that she was just going to check her sisters temperature

* Narcissa had closed the door then, and stood staring at her sister, or more, the bruises her sister had been hiding under a glamour and foundation

* Narcissa had known, Andromeda realized, and her heart sank, thinking that probably everyone did

* “if you do this, I’ll never see you again” Narcissa had said and Andromeda let out a sigh before giving her sister a sad smile

* “I’ll miss you everyday”

* then with a swish, Andromeda apparated herself to a liquor store a couple blocks away from Teddy’s

* she used some muggle money Lily had given her and called Ted, huddling inside the payphone as it began to rain

* Andromeda wouldn’t be able to describe the amount of pure relief she felt as she watched Teddy step out of his car, his hair messy and eyes sunken from lack of sleep.

* but as she ran into his arms, rain completely soaking them both as they walked hand in hand to his car, the ring from her finger left forgotten down a drain, Andromeda thought that maybe one day, she could

#harry potter #andromeda tonks #tonks #nymphadora tonks #the maruaders #Ted tonks #remus lupin #the marauders headcanon #lily evans #alice longbottom #dorcas meadows #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #the black sisters #the black family #andromeda tonks headcanon #harry potter headcanon #hp

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Please, Say It

Mentions: Swearing, angst, smut

Harry begins to withdraw from Y/N not knowing Y/N has a bad memory from a previous relationship.

Y/N had a limited history with dating, or, at least, serious dating. She wasn’t one for dating apps or blind dates set up by friends. She liked meeting people and getting to know them on her own accord, then having her or the other person ask for a date. In the two relationships she had been in, only one of those two being considered serious, she had never felt this way.

Her and Harry he clicked from the beginning, when they’d met during a birthday dinner. Who knew Y/N’s friend’s mother worked for Full Stop management and knew Harry Styles pretty well? She liked how he was so sweet, how they could read each other so easily because they had many of the same ticks and likes, but enough differences they could talk about.

They’d been together 16 months. A year and 4 months was a record for Y/N and for Harry.

She was thrilled, so extremely happy that she’d found someone that might not leave her for stupid things. But she was cautious.

The last relationship she’d been in, the serious one, was 7 months. It took her 7 months to figure out the guy had been cheating on her for two of those months, and that he’d lost interest around month 3, but only stuck around for sex.

So it was easy enough to say Y/N was a bit closed off, felt a bit disgusted with herself, and considered never dating again for another 4 months. That was until she’d met Harry. He was kind, but real, talked to the group, gave her sweet side glances every once and a while when they’d pass each other at the dinner. And his act didn’t stop once held begun dating.

Harry was just a kind man. He loved giving. If he found out he had work when they were supposed to go on a date, he’d tell her immediately and they’d work it out; If Y/N had to reschedule a date because she was busy, he wouldn’t get upset, but would understand. She felt like he was giving as much as she was.

Up until recently. Y/N knew how popular Harry was, knew of his fame and how busy he could truly get. But she’d begun dating him when he was finishing up his first world tour and was going on a long break. He had time for her.

Now, his second world tour was coming up. He had planning and writing and recording to finish up, rehearsals, fittings, and anything you could think of.

But it wasn’t like every hour of every day. Y/N didn’t ask for much. She’d wake up early to make him breakfast when she knew he had a big day, she’d only ask for movie nights or date nights if she knew he wasn’t busy the next day.

Yet he was pulling away. And Y/N could feel the so familiar feeling tearing through her chest like it had those many months ago. But this was worse. This was Harry, her Harry.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N realizes she’d been standing in the archway of the living room for sometime. “Harry, can we talk?” She finally asks.

“Not now, Y/N,” He mumbles, scribbling in his notebook.

It had been like that for the past two weeks. He hadn’t done so much as kiss her once or twice in the past two weeks, let alone hold her, kiss her nose like he used to, make love to her. Unless he was just using her like the last.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she clears her throat softly, then gulping, “Y-Yeah, yeah, sorry to bother you, bub.”

And she patters up to his bedroom, her staying at his house as she did most nights. She was on break from university, and Harry’d insisted. That was two weeks ago.

She lies in the bed for what feels like hours, just curled onto her side, trying to fight the tears that had begun rolling down her cheeks, lopsided from her position. “Stupid, stupid, Y/N,” she quietly whimpers to herself, smiffling as she wipes at her cheeks with the duvet.

The bedroom for opens, Harry stepping inside. She quickly adjusts herself some, wiping under her eyes quickly and sniffling so she can breath clearer.

“Love?” Harry inquired, kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt before climbing in bed, “Feeling alright?”

She was so stupid. She was just being selfish because she wasn’t getting all of his attention. He’s Harry Styles, of course, he’s busy.

Y/N nods, trying to hide her face a bit in the blankets, “Yeah, ‘m fine. Why?”

Harry frowns, wrapping an arm around her and leaning over slightly to see her face, though not seeing much since the room was pretty dark. “Yeh snifflin’ like y’got the flu, lovie.”

Y/N shakes her head, “‘s nothin’, Harry, just go to bed.”

Now, Harry knows something is really wrong.

“Hey,” He pouts, gently rolling her onto his back. That’s when he sees her tear stained cheeks, nose red and eyes a bit puffy, eyelashes wet, lips bitten and red and quivering some. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks worriedly, cupping her face, “What happened to m’lovie?”

Y/N shakes her head, a small sob leaving her lips as she sees him so caring once more. She loves him so much, and the thought of him not loving her anymore makes another sob slip past her lips.

“Whoa, whoa,” Harry coos, “Ssh, lovie, ‘m right here, ‘m right here, hm? I’m not goin’ anywhere, Y/N. Gotta calm down a bit f’me, love, tell me what’s goin’ on.”

Y/N shakily exhales, then quietly asking, “D-Do you love me?”

Harry’s taken back. That’s absurd. He loves her more than anyone in the world, thinks she might be the one he grows old with, gets married, starts a family with.

“I love yeh more than life, Y/N,” He tells her honestly, cupping her face and brushing some stray hairs behind her ear.

This pulls out another sob, and Harry wonders what had happened. Was it something bad? Did he do something wrong? Had he done this to her?

“Why would yeh ask me tha’, lovie?” He finally whispers his thoughts.

Y/N shakes her head as if her next words pain her to say them, “Y-You’ve b-barely touched me in the last two weeks, a-and y-you b-blow me off all the time, and I-I know you’re busy, Hazza. I know your busy, but-but I love you so much and I-I thought maybe you g-got tired of me! M-Maybe I-I was getting boring and y-you didn’t n-need me anymore!”

Harry’s eyes are wide, brows furrowed as he hears her words. Didn’t need her anymore? Getting tired of her? “Hey,” He says sternly, stroking his thumb over her bottom lip, then across her cheek softly, “Yeh not here because I need yeh or f’entertainment. You’re not jus’ a-a toy I use and then throw away, Y/N! Yeh a woman that I’m in love with. I love yeh, Y/N Y/L/N, so so much and knowing I hurt you like this guts me.”

Y/N can’t stop crying, hearing him tell her these things, the words she thought she’d never hear again. But Harry was here, he was holding her, he was in love with her, and she could feel it. She could feel it in his gentle hold on her face, hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes as he looks down at her.

“I-I’m s’sorry that I neglected you, that I let m’work get in the way of us,” Harry’s deep voice makes her eyes flutter closed, their foreheads slowly resting together. “Tell me wha’ to do, Y/N, please. Tell me what to do t’make yeh believe me.”

There’s silence, and Harry’s so afraid that he’d done too much damage. He hadn’t even known, that’s his shit of a boyfriend he was. He didn’t realize how much she was hurting.

Finally, she says something.

“Kiss me,” Y/N whimpers quietly, voice so broken and weak, even more so as she inhaled shakily, a broken sob following suit that has Harry’s heart cracking in two. “Please, j-just kiss me,” She whispers once more, forehead pressed to his and her nose bumping his some as she nudges her lips closer, but needing him to initiate it, needing him to truly show he wants her.

And Harry does. He cups her fragile face in his large, warm hands, inhaling deeply as he presses his lips firmly to hers. It’s absolutely euphoric, a touch Y/N had been deprived of for two weeks and one that had her suddenly desperate for more. She needed him everywhere.

Harry feels as if energy had been suddenly shot through his body, pressing his lips harder to Y/N’s, moving them deeper, tongue sliding slowly against hers. They pant into each other, the kiss messy and primal and raw, both of their eyes clenched shut as they bask in the feeling of being together once more.

“Ha-Harry, please,” Y/N whines softly, grinding her hips up into his. That tells Harry enough.

They never had to speak much, knowing eachothers bodies well enough, a secret language almost between the two of them.

Harry didn’t dare disconnect their lips, shuffling to slide her panties from her body, only parting from her to bask in the sight of her rosey, dripping cunt as he glances between them. Her clit’s swollen, throbbing as she grinds it weakly against the bulge in his sweatpants.

“M’sweet girl,” Harry pants, kissing her jaw, “Don’ deserve yeh, not one bit.”

She shakes her head, little whimpers leaving her lips, “Love you, Hazza, need you.”

He bunches her big shirt (really his) up to her hips, feeling her nudge his sweatpants down far enough for his cock to spring between them.

“C’mon, Harry, ‘can take it,” She mumbles, running her hand through his curls, “Wanna be connected again, wanna make love.”

“Yeah, lovie?” He hums, reaching down to grip his aching cock. They hadn’t had sex in two weeks, and he’d barely noticed because he was so busy. It’s easy to say his cock was dripping.

He strokes himself a few times, then letting the tip of him rub at her clit, slow circles to make sure she’s nice and ready for him, watching as his precum drips down her little nub and mixes with her juices.

From the sweet mewls he gets in response, Harry knows she is. Y/N pants softly, feeling him press at her opening, her legs intertwining with his, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on hers. Then, he slides in nice and slow, Y/N stretched taut around his girth, something she hadn’t taken in two weeks.

“Oh,” she whimpers, hands sliding down to cup his bum, “Y-Yes, Harry.”

He pushes in inch by inch, until his hips are snug against hers, tip rubbing at her cervix and every ridge and vein of his cock wrapped by her walls. “T-Tha’s m’lovie,” He shutters out, eyes fluttering closed as he holds her close.

Y/N shifts some, “C’mon, Hazza, give it t’me.”

Harry nods breathlessly, before snapping his hips against hers, making her body rack with the movement and a gasp come from her throat.

“M’beautiful girl,” He breathes, jaw slack, “Don’t deserve yeh, s’sorry f-f’treatin’ yeh so bad, lovie.”

Y/N coos softly, “I love you, Harry, y’alright, we’re alright, bubs.”

He connects their lips again, bodies moving as Harry rolls his hips rhythmically into her, slowly pounding his cock insider her sweet body, letting them connect once more.

“Y’feel so good,” Y/N whimpers, eyebrows furrowed, lips brushing Harry’s.

“‘M makin’ yeh feel good, lovie? ‘M hittin’ yeh little spot?” Harry hums, nibbling at her jaw right beside her chin. She’s squeezing him in a way no one ever could, just like always, something about her noises and the way she says his name, something about how it was just his Y/N. It’s Y/N his making love to, his little lovie, and this is the best he can do for her right now after hurting her like that. So he’s going to make it good.

He blindly reaches for the headboard, feeling his own high approaching quick, and as he finds it, his fingers curl around it tight, using it to hold to so he can shove his hips impossibly close to hers, bury his cock as deep as he can.

He moves deeper now, Y/N’s back arching as she whines out, the scent of her minty breath and vanilla chapstick washing over Harry’s face as she does so, making him press his lips to hers eagerly once more.

His other arm has wrapped under her back, practically pulling her bum onto his thighs as he makes love to his sweet girl. All his.

“I love you so much,” He breathes, “So so much, lovie.”

She nods, jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed, eyes clenched shut as she holds to him tightly, nails digging some into his shoulder blades, “I-I love you, too, Hazza, more than anyone, more than life.”

“Yeah?” He whispers sweetly, lingering sweet, messy kisses to her ear, “Neve’ hurt you like that again, gonna love yeh like yeh deserve from now on, Y/N.”

She feels as if she could cry again, so incredibly happy, never feeling this connected to someone, never feeling this much love, especially during sex. She cups his face to bring him around for another kiss, his hips speeding up some as he nears his high.

“‘M close, lovie,” Harry mumbles against her lips, kissing the softly between some words, “Wanna see y’cum first, wanna make sure yeh cum nice and hard f’me.”

She nods, gasping out and whimpering quietly with every pound of his cock deep within her, the slight friction so good as he moves in and out. “‘M gonna-“ She’s interrupted by her own choked moan, “G-Gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum, Hazza.”

He smiles a bit, letting his lips trail to her cheek, angling his hips a bit so his pelvis rocks against her swollen clit some more, his fingers gripping the headboard with more strength and his other arm just tightening around her to bring her closer to him.

“Oh, yes!” She whines out, feeling the pressure on her clit, and his cock angling up to her spot perfectly. “H-Harry, ‘m gonna-!” She cries out, toes curling as her body jerks a bit, back arching into him and nails digging into his skin. “H-Harry, Harry, fuck!”

Harry hums lowly, “Good lovie, look so beautiful.” He wanted to watch her teeth nibble at her bottom lip before her jaw dropped, watch her lips form his name over and over again as she released all over his manhood, but his own orgasm hits him suddenly. His eyes clench shut, taking slow, hard thrusts into her to draw his own out, spurting inside her little cunt, coating her walls with his seed.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He groans, head buried in her necks “That’s m’girl, takin’ m’cum so good, too good to me.”

Y/N softly ran her fingers through his hair as his body slowly relaxed, a bit of his weight resting on her, but she didn’t mind, actually loved feeling him pressing her into the mattress, knowing their bodies were intertwined in every aspect. He slowly slipped his softening cock from her, then letting their lips linger for just a moment before slowly pressing together.

This kiss was soft and relaxed, as if everything that had caused the conflict had been said through what just happened. Y/N knew now. They loved each other, and it was as simple as that. No amount of work could ever get in the way of that.

“That okay, lovie?” Harry quietly mumbles after a seconds of cuddling, hand sliding up and down her side after it had moved from the headboard. “I know it doesn’t fix everything, but-“

“It was perfect, Hazza,” She cuts him off gently, running her thumb over his lips, “Don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as I love you.”

Harry sniffles, eyes welled with a bit of tears as he looks up from his position on her chest, “I feel the same, know I won’t ever get a woman as amazing you again in m’life. And I’m gonna make sure you know it this time, make sure y’know just how much I love you.”

And Y/N just smiles softly, kissing his puffy, bitten lips, then mumbling against them, “Mm, sounds like our future is bright, Harry.”

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