#LISTEN TO FLOWERING NIGHT AND THINK ABOUT GERMANY OKAY

[invad3rzz]

Part 1 - Der Hund

Tags: Threats of violence, panic attack mention.

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"He rarely comes out of his room, Jackie. I'm just not sure what we need to do."

"He just needs space, Marv. I'm sure he's okay he just need to recover."

"If you won't talk to him then I will."

"Hey no, he needs space. He wants to be alone."

"He's needed to be alone for 3 months, Jay. I just want to help him."

He sits at the top of the stairs listening to their conversation, like a small child listening to his parents argue about an upcoming divorce. He's never been quite right since he came home. Nightmares and flashbacks occur on a daily. He has a migrane that never seems to go away. The tremors in his hands and scars all along his body are a permanent reminder of the demon who took him. The demon who snuck him away to Germany and tortured him there for 9 months undetected. However now he will walk to his room, turn out the light, lay under the cover, and hopefully get an hour of sleep before a nightmare wakes him.

Three hours later he wakes, gasping for air. He grips at his comforter as tears roll down his bright red cheeks. His door swings wide open, bright light fills the room startling him more. Marvin runs to his bed side and cups his cheeks wiping away tears. "Henrik!! Shit man are you ok?" He can't even nod or shake his head so instead he rests his head into Marvin's shoulder sobbing. "Hey sunshine it's ok. You just had a nightmare that's all. Oh gosh you're hot, here I'll turn your fan on for you." He sniffles, lifting his head up and wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"I am not a baby. I can... I can take care of myself perfectly fine." He states grabbing his glasses of his nightstand. "And stop trying to say that I need help. I am fine."

Marvin chuckles, "I know but it's ok to admit you need help sometimes. If you don't want my help just say the word but I'm super worried about you. Just let me try to help at least?" Henrik goes quiet. Does he need help? Is he getting worse? Marvin holds his cheek, running his thumb across it. He wishes he could sink into the warm touch and relax finally, instead he pulls away.

"You're acting like my mother." He mumbles quietly. Marvin did always act like a mother figure, calming him through panic attacks or even sewing up scratches in Jackie's supersuit when fights got too rough. Sneaking a note into his lunchbox before work with doodles of cats and flowers and making a cup of lavender tea with milk when he had rough days at work. "I'm starting to think you're her reincarnated." He doesn't realize it but a smile has crept up onto his face.

Marvin laughs, "You think so? Didn't she die wayyy after I was born?" He lets out a small nod. "I just like to look after people that's all! Hey it's late, if you want I can make you some tea or stay until you fall asleep."

"I think I'll be ok but thank you." Marvin stands up and begins to walk way, "Wait. Can I tell you something?" He stands in the doorway and nods, "I keep having nightmares about...well you know, but keep hearing the name Jameson in my sleep. That probably doesn't make any sense but it's like a whisper that won't get any louder. I've never heard the name before and I just... have a feeling you might know about it."

Marvin nods in the doorway, "I'll look into it but for now get some rest. Goodnight Hen." He closes the door leaving the room in darkness.

He tosses and turns that night trying to remember anything he could about the name Jameson. Why now of all times? Who could Jameson be? A ghost? A man who Anti killed many years ago? Marvin wonders too, who could this Jameson be?

While back in Germany, a man named Jameson sits across from a demon. His eyes are as sharp as the knife between his fingers. "I thought I told you to kill the hero." The demon spits. He hold a glass of whiskey in his poisonous hands.

'And I have told you I am not killing anyone.' Jameson angerly signs back. The demon across from him smirks throwing the rest of the drink down his throat.

"Keep up your attitude and I'll break those fingers of yours again." Jameson stares daggers into the demon across from him. Maybe if he stares hard enough, he'll explode into a million pieces. "Don't give me that look JJ. You're my puppet and I am your puppeteer. You have no one else but me. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way, and you know how much I hate using the hard way." Jameson doesn't need to speak words or use sign to get his point across, he simply holds up his middle finger not breaking eye contact with the demon.

The demon chuckles, "Ok then, the hard way it is."

[cowboy-robooty]

everyone drawing le maid germany so uhm. anyone like touhou- **killed via firing squad**

[avinaccia]

A Completely Objective and Logical Ranking of Every Hetalia Character Song

New character songs are dropping,  I have too much time on my hands, let’s go. 

Also here’s a Youtube playlist for the ~✨nostalgia✨~

Bring it on in the tags 

71. Ah Legendary Class⭐The Awesome Me Highway [Prussia]: Absolutely tearing it up on the drums and on the vocal cords alike (I pray for Atsushi Kousaka). Great for the memes. 

70.  Happy Thoughts Museum [???]: This is listed as an official song but I had literally never heard of the title. Then I listened to it and BAM! Smack back to 2013 watching the teasers for the show on Funimation. Not sure I’d count it as a character song though...

69. (Nice)  My Song that is written by me for me [Prussia]: Deafened me but I can appreciate the industrial grind.

68.  My House is...Quiet. ~With the Trolls~ [Norway]: I have never heard this song, nor can I find any version of it online. By default it goes here and I am so sorry Norge.

67.  Make a Wish to Santa♪ [Sealand]: The discordant notes and childish exuberance only serve to make this sound like a demonic plea to Santa to eliminate the singer’s enemies.

66.  Heaven and Hell on Earth [Rome]: Rome sounds like he’s been in the corner of a restroom. Extra points for the metal version, minus points for the fact that the beach scene was replayed like 1764 times.

65. Canada Complete Introduction [Canada]: Quiet af until Kumacheerio shows up and blows out your speakers. they did you dirty my darling 😔

64.  It’s Easy!!! [America]: I don't think any video of this has ever stayed up for more than 20 seconds. Sounds cool, but like I was listening to 20 different genres at once, someone make him calm down.

63.  Bù Zàiyì the Small Stuff ☆ [China]: I cannot for the life of me find the complete song anywhere, clips have a cool beat though

62.  Let's Boil Hot Water♪ [Italy]: Exactly what it says on the tin..though a bit too close to elevator music for my tastes.

61.  The Fragrance of Early Summer [Japan]: Very ‘from the books’ Japan-esque song

60.  Peace Sounds Nice…[Baltic Trio]: All well and good until the radio demon shows up

59.  W●D●C ~World Dancing~ [America]: How a song can sound like it’s from 4 different decades at once is beyond me

58.  Overflowing Passion [BFT]: This is just drunken karaoke and I have 0 clue what’s going on #iconicforallthewrongreasons

57. Ren●Ren●Renaissance♪ [Rome+Chibitalia]: Wholesome Grandpa with Grandson content - barring the fact that Italy sounds on the verge of a nervous breakdown and Rome has had too much wine.

56.  Roma Antiqua [Rome]: Similar energy to any one of China’s songs - there’s a part of the song where it sounds like he’s singing in the shower, and I will never not laugh at [CENSORED]

55.  Country From Where the Sun Rises, Zipangu [Japan]: Very chill, very Japan, but just meh for me.

54.  Moon Over Emei Shan [China]: Good message, okay song.

53.  My Friend [England]: What a mind palace you must have Mr. Kirkland

52.  With Love, from Iceland [Iceland]: Three words: Heavy. Metal. Puffin.

51.  Having Friends is Nice...♫ [Russia]: Russia is the cutest thing ever

50.  Mm. [Sweden]: Smooth transition from WWE Smackdown to shopping at IKEA.

49.  Why don’t you come over? ~Beyond the Northern Lights~ [Iceland]: I don’t want to be mean but...this does sound like the second closing theme to an anime whose first closing was much more popular (à la Soul Eater)

48. Gakuen☆Festa [Germany, Italy, Japan]: Sounds like a 60s song of the summer but oh dear their voices do not go together. Hella cute though.

47.  Wa! Wa!! World Ondo [Main Cast]: One time I travelled 10 hours in a coach bus with a bunch of teenagers to a city of note in my country, and the only souvenir I bought was the fucking PAINT IT WHITE DVD. Perfectly chaotic, UN ĐĕùX~~

46.  In the Bluebell Woods [England]: In the album cover for this song he’s holding a guitar but this is not a rock song. Still has ‘running through the hills’ levels of dramatism though.

45.  Poi Poi Poi♪ [Taiwan]: You’re telling me that Taiwan, someone whose has *ONE LINE* in Beautiful World (which is criminal tbh what kind of representation-) managed to get an eNTIRE CHARACTER SONG???????

44.  White Flame [Russia]: There’s something to be said for a song that is 3x the length of any Hetalia episode

43.  Ich liebe… [Germany]: Baking cakes for your friends has never been so wholesome.

42.  We Wish you a Merry Christmas [America, China, England, France, Russia]: Nice to see they’ve gotten their shit together since United Nations Sta-hmm.

41.  Ah, Worldwide à la mode [France]: Sounds like a Disney Princess song, hard not to picture France frolicking in a field of flowers.

40.  Che Bello! ~My House is the Greatest!⭐~ [Italy]: Would not be out of place in an advertisement for Sea World.

39.  May You Smile Today [Japan]: THE feel good song of the summer

38.  Let’s Look Behind the Rainbow [Italy]: I will protect you.

37.  I'm your HERO☆ [America]: “Anyone who’s sad or sullen will be arrested” did NOT age well.

36.  Mein Gott! [Prussia]: Alternating headphone effect at the beginning is cool, so is the confidence...the actual singing on the other hand...

35. Nihao⭐China [China]: Listen, all of China’s character songs are great, I just can’t vibe with this one like some of the others.

34.  Pechka ~Light My Heart~ [Russia]: I’m still having difficulty wrapping my head around the fact that this and Winter were released at the same time.

33.  Pukapuka⭐Vacation [Germany, Italy, Japan]: Seems just a bit too much like they’re running on a treadmill that’s picking up speed and trying to sing at the same time. Peppy.

32.  Santa Claus is Coming to Town [Germany, Italy, Japan]: This is unironically the best song sung by this trio; can only vibe with for two months out of the year though.

31.  Excuse Me, I Am Sorry [Japan]: Japan’s character traits speedrun. Gives me barbershop quartet vibes for some reason but is catchy as hell.

30.  The Story of Snow and Dreams [Russia]: A superhero anime opening in the making

29. England’s Evil Demon Summoning Song [England]: Sir that is not how you roast a marshmallow, don’t cut yourself on that edge.

28.  Moi Moi Sauna♪ [Finland]: Exactly the type of song you’d expect and it’s wonderful

27.  United Nations Star⭐ [America, China, England, France, Russia]: This isn’t as much of a song as it is a four minute struggle for everyone to sing without America yelling every 5 seconds...Like a particularly musical episode of Hetalia.

26.  Paris is Indeed Splendid [France]: Paris-pa-pa-pa-paris

25.  Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman [England]: Poppy, rocky, polka-dotty

24.  Vorwärts Marsch! [Germany]: To quote the comment section: “This sounds like a German version of I’ll Make a Man out of you.” There’s some truth to that.

23.  Hamburger Street [America]: The product of America’s rapper phase. 8/10 because he’s trying so hard and because I can unironically sing along to all of this.

22.  Hoi Sam☆Nice Guy [Hong Kong]: A song that would absolutely destroy the ankles of anyone in DDR.

21.  I Am German-Made [Germany]: There was once a version that had Germany and Prussia singing at the same time and it sounded positively demonic and Broadway could never

20.  La pasión no se detiene ~Unstoppable Passion~ [Spain]: Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping...

19.  Fall in Love, Mademoiselle [France]: Sounds like it should be in Mozart Opera Rock, I have kiss kiss falled in love.

18. Embrace the Très Bien Moi [France]: This is the definition of SELF LOVE PEOPLE. 

17. Carrot and Stick [Belarus&Ukraine]: Absolutely DRIPPING in 2000s power ballad energy. The type of song that plays on repeat in the mind of the widow whose millionaire husband ‘mysteriously disappeared’ (and the only legit character song ever acknowledged by the anime)

16. C.B.C (Cowboyz Boot Camp) Vol. 1 [America]: AH MAH GAWWDDD

15. Winter [Russia]: Heavy metal fever dream and the perfect song for an angst-ridden teenager

14.  Seychelles Here ⭐ Vacation Island [Seychelles]: UN👏DER👏RA👏TED SONG👏OF 👏THE 👏SUM👏MER👏

13.  Nah, it will settle itself somehow [Romano]: One day I aspire to reach this level of chill

12.  Let’s Enjoy Today [England]: I will never not feel happy when listening to this.

11.  Einsamkeit [Germany]: Ludwig manages to air every single one of his worries about not being good enough compared to his friends and always being perceived as mean or uptight when he’s actually just a softie and now my heart hurts. 💔

10.  Aiyaa Four Thousand Years [China]: A very poignant and beautiful song about the passage of time and the inevitability of its passing; comparable to an ancient ballad complete with explosive crescendos and meaningful lyrics.

9.  Bon Bon Bon❤️C’est Bon C’est Bon! [France]: Peppy, cheerful, adorable, groundbreaking; has been my alarm tone for six years and I’ve yet to tire of it. 9/10 The moaning interspersed throughout has been an interesting wake-up call.

8.  Let’s Enjoy! Let’s Get Excited! Cheers! [Denmark]: This is on par with Everytime we Touch by Cascada in terms of rage potential unlocked (the good kind)

7.  Dream Journey [Japan]: Whoever’s playing the shakuhachi is absolutely KILLING IT. Dramatic, wonderful, great metaphors.

6.  Gourmet’s Heart Beginner Level [China]: Absolute banger, I’m a vegetarian but this would inspire me to eat shumai.

5.  Always with you...Nordic Five! [Nordic FIVVVVVEEEE]: Everyone harmonizes beautifully except for Denmark. Extremely catchy, number placement seemed appropriate. 

4.  Pub and GO! [England]: I love this trash man

3. Maji Kandou⭐Hong Kong Night [Hong Kong]: If you thought Denmark’s song was a banger JUST YOU WAIT. I WILL BLOW OUT MY SPEAKERS LISTENING TO LO-HA-SU.

2. Steady Rhythmus [Germany]: THIS SONG IS METAL AF. Seriously, if it can be classified as ‘hardcore’ by my father and his group of 50-somethings who have decided to single-handedly gatekeep the metal and hardrock genres, it can do anything.

1.  The Delicious Tomato Song 🍅 [Romano]: Beautiful, absolutely awe-inspiring, poignant, catchy lyrics with an extremely deep meaning that only years of meticulous research and analysis can unlock, Romano I love you.

BONUS: Closing Songs

5. Hatafutte Parade (World Series) 

4. Hetalian⭐Jet (The World Twinkle): The song is good, the dancing is cursed 

3. Chikyuu Marugoto Hug Shitainda (World⭐Stars)

2. Marukaite Chikyuu (Hetalia: Axis Powers): nE NE PaPA

1. Mawaru Chikyuu Rondo (The Beautiful World)

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband, Pt. 2 Fuckboy!Michael AU

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Five

Chapter Four: The Friend Trap

After an awkward first night home, you’re determined to focus on why you’re really home: your friend’s birthday. But when your friend has another friend and those friends hatch a plan together, your own plan goes to shit. 

When you woke up the next day, you tried your hardest to keep your mind clear of what happened the night before and dressed quickly to run and meet your friend for brunch. 

The walk to the brunch spot was sunny, and the weather was perfect, as it usually was. Even the sweet, cool breeze that blew between the buildings was welcome and helped you wake up.

You’d been so far into your own head, that it honestly shocked you to see your friend’s excited face as she waved to you when she spotted you across the street. A smile stretched across your face as she bounced on her toes in front of the fancy host podium outside the dining patio. 

This is why I’m home, you thought to yourself, this is what home is.

You’d thought so much about how you wanted to go home, you hadn’t bothered to think about the people that made home, home. Your best friend was definitely one of the biggest things that encompassed your home, and a sour twist tumbled your stomach as you realized how whiny and miserable you’d been before. She’d put up with all that.

“Good morning!” She squealed as she hugged you. 

You smiled and held her for a second longer than you had to before letting her go so she could turn towards the hostess and motion for her to bring you both to your table. 

The patio was crowded, but not overly so since the tables were nicely spread out. There were white painted light posts wrapped with flowers and white picnic furniture around. It looked like a tea party almost. 

The waiters were quick to come with mimosas and set down daintily painted china ware around your table. You thanked them as they scurried away. You sat in your seat as your friend happily chirped about numerous things she wanted to do and see, before gasping about her birthday.

“You planned your own birthday party?” You asked.

“Well, yeah,” she shrugged, “you weren’t here, so I did it myself.”

You frowned as guilt settled into you. She was right. Your whole lives, you planned each other’s birthdays, been there. This was almost the year you missed, and the reminder of your move to Germany made that ugly feeling you’d lived with there slink under your skin again. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” your friend reassured you, “If anything, it just shows I’m a brat and absolutely need a party all about me and will plan it myself to get it.”

You chuckled as you leaned your elbows on the table, “I’m just happy that I’m here now.”

She reached for your hand across the table, “M’happy you’re happy.” she squeezed your hand.

“Really, really-” you struggled with your words for a second, “you’ve done so much for me and wanting me home after the way I’ve been-”

“Oh stop, I-”

“No, really, please listen.” you made sure she was really listening before you continued, “I really feel like I need to tell you, you need to hear how thankful I am to have a friend like you. We’ve known each other forever, and you’ve never done anything less than support me and put up with me.” You brushed your hair back, “And well, after how shitty I’ve been lately, I just really need you to know how much I appreciate you and how much I really just want to be as good a friend to you as you are to me.”

Your friend’s lips parted, your words leaving her speechless until she exploded all at once.

“Awww, okay, I’m coming-” She pushed her chair back, and walked around the table with her arms open, “around the table because I need to hug you.”

You squeezed her tightly to you.

“You’re still my best friend.” She whispered into your ear before speaking up, “But you know, I’ll let you know if I get any other offers-”

You pinched her sides, making her squeal and retract her arms from around you, “Bitch.” you teased.

“You love me,” she told you as she backed back down into her own seat and you your own, “you appreciate me.” She shook her shoulders dramatically as she emphasized the word.

“I don’t know why.” You jokingly quipped as you raised your glass to your lips. 

-

He’d been forced to sleep on it. The knowledge that you were home made him want to call you, to take to the streets and go to all the places he knew you’d frequented. He’d even dealt with the crushing disappointment that you hadn’t told him you were coming home with the honest truth that he didn’t deserve to know.

But by morning, he’d barely slept, and he decided he needed help. So naturally, he took off from work and headed off to Daniel’s racing service. 

Michael pulled open the obnoxious bright baby blue gate just enough for his big body to get through before he pulled it shut behind him. He’d been yelled at enough by Daniel in the past to know that the ‘gate must be closed’ rule was sacred to him. 

It was probably the only rule he’d ever heard Daniel have.

He nodded at some of the workers that shuffled around, holding different parts, iPads and the such as they walked around a number of motorcycles and cars that were parked here and there. The lot was a bit of a confusing one, but Daniel had pinned the location of his ‘office’ (he hated the word), on Michael’s google maps app, making it a lot easier for Michael to visit his friend.

The lot was made up of multiple garages, all painted different pastel shades. Every little building was either a garage or work space, the only difference was if there were people or a motor vehicle in it. It was a cool and new age-y work place, something much more innovative than Michael would’ve ever thought up for his own work spaces.

Coming down the concrete row, he could see Daniel and Blake’s garage at the far end, the garage door opening open as usual. Blake sat in his usual seat at a table, typing away at his laptop as Daniel climbed on to a motorbike that was between them. 

“Hey, thought you were scared of those things.” Michael called into the space as he walked into the shade of their office. 

“He is.” Blake responded without looking up.

“Am not-” Daniel recoiled at the shared expression Blake and him gave, “M’afraid of street motorcycles, not dirt bikes.”

“The difference is?”

“One is out in the world, the other is where other ones aren’t.” Daniel said matter of factly. 

Michael shook his head.

“So, why are you visiting?” Blake interrupted, breaking the playful tension between Michael and Daniel.

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Blake, who quickly looked away from the standing Australian. He shrugged before casually answering, “She’s here.”

Michael looked at Daniel, who shared a look with Blake before he looked back at Michael. 

Daniel scratched his beard, “Like, here, here?”

“Back in Monaco.” Blake supplied, still typing away and not looking up at all. 

“Like, forever?” Daniel chuckled.

Michael squeezed his eyes shut as he took in his strange friends. He didn’t understand why today had to be so fucking weird. 

“I don’t know,” Michael groaned, “I don’t know anything other than she’s here.”

Blake hummed as Daniel fiddled with the handlebars of his dirt bike. Michael looked back and forth between the two confusedly.

“Did you two know?”

They both shook their heads, neither one saying anything further. Neither one of them even looked at him. 

“I’ll figure it out at home.” He huffed as he turned on his heel.

“Hey!” Daniel called after him as Michael quickly walked out of the garage, “Wait, wait, wait.”

Michael stopped as Daniel clapped him on the shoulder, “Sorry, mate, we just didn’t know what to say I guess. Blake is having a day, and I just-” Michael narrowed his eyes at the way Daniel rambled, but before he could ask about it, Daniel went on, “What do you wanna do? What can we do?”

“Nothing,” he initially answered before following it with, “I don’t know.” 

“What do you want to do?” 

Michael had felt guilty enough about coming here crying over you again, so now he was really shut down to the idea to discussing you at all, “I don’t know.”

Daniel sighed, “Okay, well, regardless of whether she is here or not-”

“She is.” Michael growled, his impatience getting the best of him.

“Regardless! I don’t want you moping in your new fancy apartment.” Michael made a face at Daniel’s sly smile, “No, no, listen. One of my friends is having a party tonight. I was planning on going with Blake, but you know how he is,” Daniel waved his hand at Blake as he gave Daniel the finger, “I think you should come with.”

“Daniel,” he sighed and took a step toward him, “I can’t.” he said lowly. 

“No, no, this isn’t me trying to set you up with some girl or making you party. It’s supposed to be low key, chill- you know that outdoor place that all the tourists hit during the summer? That place, the one with the glow-y balcony?” Michael nodded as he chuckled at Daniel’s descriptive skills, “That’s the one. Come with us.” 

Michael looked at Daniel, who quickly held his hand one in the other clasped in front of his chest as he pouted his lower lip. 

“Are you seriously giving me a puppy face?”

“Is it working?”

“It’s scary.”

“So its working.”

“How is a scary puppy face working?” 

“It’ll intimidate you into coming.”

Michael scoffed as he nodded, “Fuck it,” Daniel jumped and high fived himself, “I’ll come.” 

“Great!” Daniel yelled before turning back towards his garage, “You can fuck off now.”

Michael threw his arms in the air before he continued walking off, this time smiling. 

“And don’t forget to close the gate!”

-

You skipped alongside your friend as excitement filled your body. 

“My birthday girl!” you yelled as you threw your arms around her shoulder.

“Oh god,” she scoffed dramatically, “we haven’t even begun drinking yet.” 

You giggled as you released her so you could hold her hand down the street, “I’m not drinking.” When she gave you a look, you persisted, “I’m really not! I want to be able to carry your drunk ass home.” 

She laughed and swore up and down the block that she wasn’t going to get sloppy, that this birthday was different, that she was another year older and another year wiser. 

You giggled as you didn’t fight a word she said, even though you knew it was all bullshit. She’d always been the wild one amongst the two of you. The fun one, if you will, the one that was always down for some chaos. You had definitely taken up the older sister role in your dynamic, even though there was no age difference between the two of you. 

“Oh! We’re here.” you shook her shoulders as you pushed her ahead of you inside excitedly.

She had picked a really, really nice place. It was a bar with a soft club atmosphere. The front of it was all painted and oldish looking, but the inside was two different bars that lined each wall and the center was all standing tables, with high chairs pushed underneath them for people to use or not. It had always been a cool spot, but now, rented out and decorated for her birthday with a ceiling full of balloons, it was perfect. 

“Oh my god.” She gasped as everyone cheered when she walked in. 

You grinned as she looked over her shoulder at you. You had meddled. It had really hurt you when she explained how she felt she had to plan her own birthday party without you in Monaco, and you’d promised yourself that regardless of where you lived, you’d always come home for her birthday. 

So naturally, you’d called the venue and had a shit ton of balloons delivered, the rose colored balloons (her favorite color) lining the walls and crowding the ceiling. Jars filled with fairy lights and shining, marble like rocks reflected more light on the bar and the tables. 

She hugged a few people, coming across them as she inspected the room and saw all your work. By the time she’d gotten to the balcony, she’d been almost in tears. 

“Thank you so much!” 

“You’re never gonna plan another one of your birthdays alone ever again.” You told her in her ear. 

She squeezed you tightly before letting you go, laughing at herself as she wiped her glassy eyes. 

“Go on, don’t look at me, have fun!”

You shoved her into the masses of people, some of them you didn’t even know who they were, and let bask in her birthday attention. 

Feeling quite proud of yourself, you hopped on to a bar chair and order a soda as you watched her get swallowed up into the arms and shared happiness of the party guests. You crossed your legs, pulling the gauzy white material of your sundress closer to your knee as you leaned back against the bar to watch the room. 

A decent amount of time had passed when someone finally stumbled up to you. 

“Hey!” one of her friends, who’s name you couldn’t remember, grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug. “You did a great job!” She motioned to the whole bustling room. 

“Thank you.” you smiled.

“She’s missed you.” She yelled a bit too close to your ear, her words slurring a bit, “We’re all happy you’re back.”

“M’just visiting.” you told her.

She looked at you confusedly before she laughed, “Come on, you have to have fun before you go back then!” 

You laughed as she pulled you off your seat, much stronger than she looked and much firmer with the pull than you thought she’d be capable of. She pulled you a little from the bar so she could grab your hands and dance with you. You laughed as she spun you with the music and held your arms over your head. 

You spun around jokingly with the woman, your bare feet felt good on the cool wooden floors now that they were free from the dumb heels that you thought were a good idea. Your white dress flowed around you, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

You were really enjoying yourself. 

You’d grabbed your mutual friend’s arm, the two of you clutched each other as you rode your shared dizziness out, and you calmed down. Just as you began to straighten up, your best friend came and grabbed you. 

“Hey!” she squeezed your shoulders and pushed your hair back, “I want you to meet my friend.”

You nodded, “Alright,” you looked behind her, “where are they?”

“Oh, they’re out back, come on.” She took your hand in hers and led you out the door as you waved to her friends over your shoulder.

The balcony really was beautiful. The venue had gone all out and hung fairy lights across the pergolas to make it glow. It was the most whimsical looking thing you’d seen and the soft glow made everything look dreamy. You were still admiring the lights as your friend came to a stop.

You looked away from the twinkling lights that lined the balcony railing and came face to face with Michael’s best friend. Your jaw dropped as he nervously waved to you.

“So this is Daniel.” Your friend nodded as Daniel continued to awkwardly wave at you.

“You-“ You pointed at your friend, so many questions going through your head as you tried understand how they knew each other.

“M’not really sorry.” Daniel shrugged at you.

You turned back towards Daniel, “What?”

And then Daniel moved aside and you saw another man, shorter with glasses,  grab another man’s shoulders to turn away from the water and face you. It all happened so fast.

Your breathing stopped.

Michael stood in front of you, looking just as shocked as you felt. Up close you decided yes, he did get bigger, and yes, he did look exhausted, but he was here and he was in front of you and this was real, real, real.

You felt the usual drag of arousal that always connected you. But it also felt like your chest was about to cave in. In your peripheral vision, you could see Daniel, Blake and your friend backing off and taking steps away from you both. The air was thick, the tension tangible as all the noise left your ear and all that was left for your senses was him. 

“Hi.” You spoke barely above a whisper.

Everything melted away, the feeling of the concrete under your feet, the slight breeze from the ocean, the bass that shook the ground. It was all gone. It was just the two of you.

“Hey.” He replied.

You kept eye contact with him for another moment before you panicked, “I have to go.”

In what might have been one of your worst and most cowardly moments, you took off. While you didn’t run, your fast stride wasn’t any less embarrassing. You somehow heard your friend yell your name over the rush of blood in your ears, but you had tunnel vision, and shot straight through the venue out to the street. When the cobblestone sidewalk touched your feet, you cursed yourself for not grabbing your shoes on your way out. 

In the fresh air, you exhaled heavily and pulled your hair back, exhausted and embarrassed.

“Hey!” 

Your eyes widened as you heard his voice behind you, and you took off again, quickly walking (barefoot) down the street. 

This is not how you saw this going, not how you wanted to talk to him. You hadn’t wanted to talk to him at all. You’d wanted to talk to him with a plan if you did. It was all too much. The way you felt, what he did to you, you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t dive into it. You just had to get back to your hotel. 

“Are we really doing this again?” 

You could hear the laughter in his voice and a wicked smile pulled at your mouth as your eyes got glossy. You didn’t slow your stride until his hand closed around your wrist, and it felt like you’d been struck by lightning.

You both stood there, a few buildings down from the venue, still two blocks from your hotel. Just frozen in time. He didn’t pull you, he didn’t say anything, he just held you in place, his grip loose. 

Michael was putting the decision in your hands. 

God, I hate this man. You closed your eyes and swallowed thickly.  

You turned on your heels, awkwardly lifting your feet to make the motion to walk around to face him since your feet were still bare. 

Michael looked down at your feet and chuckled. He still loosely held your wrist, and even though he wasn’t looking at you, you felt he was still giving you the lead. 

“Hi.” you breathed out.

“Start over?” He asked. 

“Yeah.”

He nodded down at the ground, “You know, if you’re gonna run from me, you should make sure you’re wearing shoes before.”

You cracked a smile, which he returned when he finally glanced at your face. You both looked away and tried to speak at the same time. 

“I didn’t-”

“I thou-”

“Sorry,” he blushed, “go ahead.”

You looked down at his hand that was still closed around your wrist, “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“I didn’t know either.”

“Our friends are sneaky.” You peeked back up at him, where you could see him nod in agreement.

“Look-”

“Mich-”

“Fuck!” You groaned, “We are so bad at this, I’m so bad at this,” your rambling unleashed itself as you giggled, “I didn’t think I was going to run into you and I didn’t bother thinking through what I would do if I did, and I thought of it alot, like what if I run into you, and I just kept telling myself ‘oh, it’ll never ever happen, like there’s no way Monaco is that small’, even though, obviously, we know it’s small as fuck-”

Michael’s hand slipped into yours and silenced your rambling. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked timidly before looking you right in the face, “If you don’t, I won’t bother you, I’ll leave here right now, and let it be.” 

You looked at him for a moment, following how his face began to fall and realized how long you were taking to answer, “Yes!” you blurted out, “Yes, I want to talk about... it. We should.” 

“Come back to my place?” You went to answer him, but he quickly corrected himself, “Just to talk, sorry, somewhere private, I didn’t mean for it-”

“It’s fine.” you squeezed his hand and scrunched your face when you saw how his own smile brightened, “Let’s go talk.”

Michael and you stood there looking at each other, smiling, for a moment, until he seemed to remember you had to get to his place. He laced his fingers in between your own and tightened his hold as he pulled you alongside him. He leaned into the road to hail a taxi, holding your hand firmly in his.

You were quiet for the short ride, the both of you were. It was kind of funny, and you both nervously giggled here and there. You realized pretty quickly that he was just as nervous as you, and you both seemed to find comfort in your joined hands on the seat between you. 

“This is-” you peered out the window at the building the cab had pulled up to.

“Got a new place,” he told you softly as he reached over you to push open the door so he could follow you out, “This one is all mine.” 

You looked down at the ground as you climbed out of the car, mindful not to lose Michael’s hand, but still smug that your hunch that you’d inspired him to stick it to his father. 

The silence dragged in the elevator, and you took the time to try to figure out a game plan in your head.

I need to tell him I’m sorry, that I want to figure this out, that I want it to stop hurting all the fucking time. That I never meant to hurt him too, if I even did, I never meant to.

Your mind raced as you followed Michael’s feet, the only thing you looked at of his once you’d arrived at his floor, right to his door. He unlocked it and let you in first, finally releasing your hand. On your own, you rung your hands together in front of you as you padded into the apartment. The light colored floors were shiny under your feet, and you cringed as you were reminded again that you’d left the party without your heels. 

Focus, apologize, you reminded yourself. You took a deep breath and turned towards him and lifted your head, ready to just let it all spill out. But before you could get a single thought out, he reached for you and pulled you into his arms. 

“I’m sorry.” He spoke into your hair as his arms squeezed your waist, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Your fingertips had instinctually pressed into his biceps when he’d grabbed you, but once his apologies met your ears, your hands crept up his shoulders and wrapped around his shoulders. You held him close to you, only loosening for a second so he could push his face into the crook of your neck.

Michael stood straight up, making you gasp into his ear as he lifted you off your feet. Neither one of you loosened your hold on the other as he walked across the room. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Before you could contain it, tears dripped down your face as your shoulders relaxed and you melted into his hold. 

In the safety and privacy of his home, you fell right into the comfort bubble you used to cast around each other back when things were good, when you hadn’t ruined it.

“I got you.” He cooed as he smoothed your hair with one hand, the other arm held you up as he moved through the apartment. 

Your legs dangled until he hooked his beefy forearm under them and scooped you up against him to sit you delicately on the couch. He placed you next to him carefully, but when you pushed yourself so your legs were crossed across his lap and your face was pressed to his chest, he didn’t say a word, just held you close as you cried. 

His arm wrapped around the back of you, his hand firmly on your waist while his other hand kept itself busy petting your hair or rubbing your leg. He leaned his head on top of yours, making you feel safe and surrounded by him. 

“I’m sorry too.” you croaked. 

He shushed you and raised the hand that was on your waist to the back of your head, his fingers pressed into your hair and massaged your scalp. You giggled and wiped your eyes.

“M’not a cat.”

Michael snorted, “Oh, the things I could say...”

You pinched his chest with your nails through his shirt, making him swat your hand away before you grabbed it so you could hold it again. In your lap, you traced his fingers as he continued to be patient in your silence. 

“I’m the worst.” you sighed, “I- I didn’t know what to do.” 

“About what?” 

“You.” You nodded your head as you closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, “I mean, I think back to who I thought you were and it’s like I had this totally different person in mind when I met you.”

“An asshole?” He chuckled as you agreed.

“But then, that night happened, and all the days and nights that followed. And I tried so hard to just keep it all separate, and I thought I was doing great.” He hummed as you went on, “I thought I could have it all. A situation, an arrangement that worked, and a job that was my dream.”

“But?”

“But then everything went to shit.” you sniffled, “And I realized how I felt, how I felt about you.”

Michael lifted your hand to his lips where he pressed soft kisses to your knuckles as he looked at you, “So, I’m not an asshole.”

“No, Michael, you never were.”

He smiled at you before he dropped your hand and flicked your temple, “Told you so.”

You laughed, the weight on your chest alleviated with every smile he gave you. 

“I was so stupid.” You sighed, “I should’ve told you. I should’ve listened to myself sooner, but I didn’t.”

“Well, it wasn’t all you.”Michael leaned his cheek back on the top of your head, “I never thought we’d end up like this.”

“Crying on your couch cuddled up together?” You joked.

He laughed softly, “Yeah,” before he sobered, “all of it. I never thought it would go this way. It’s hard to know where to start, it’s hard to figure out where we started... and ended.” 

You pushed your hands against his chest, separating your cozy position so you could look at him. You pulled your legs in, your knees bent over one of his to dangle between his legs as your leaned forward against his thigh. He squeezed your knee as you finally faced him full on for the first time that night. 

“Have we ended?” you asked carefully.

Michael’s mouth twitched, like it didn’t know whether to frown or smile, but then he nodded sharply.

“No,” he rasped, “no, I don’t think so.” 

You sharply inhaled and bit your lip as you searched his face for any regret, anything that told you not to do this. But there was nothing, nothing but a persistent hope, a tug on the magnetic connection between you two. The feeling told you that no, there had not been an end. 

Carefully, like you touched glass, you rested your finger tips against his cheek while your other arm wound around his shoulders. A small smile was on his face, and when he leaned forward and nudged your nose with his own, you turned your head and finally kissed him for the second time. 

It was all soft kisses, your lips pressed barely together, running against each other softly in insistent presses. Michael lifted his hand to the one you held against his cheek and gently held your wrist, while his other hand pressed into your back, keeping you right where you wanted to be. 

[oscar-lettjohanssonloveme]

Purple Roses pt. 2 (Miss Venable x reader)

hiya..its 4 am in germany and im really tired :3 but here we go, Mina is damn soft in this fanfic..i hope its okay sksks..here is the first pt.:

https://littlejeaniehugsbumblebees.tumblr.com/post/640902350735818752/purple-roses-ms-venable-x-reader

summary: Mina meets ur parents and u have ur coming out..ouhh and she wants to ask u smt

warnings: nothing its super duper fluff i guess :D

tagglist: @d14n4ol

google translate sksksk

"Earth to Mina ..", you grumbled and reached out your finger to tap her cheek gently.

"What?"

Your girlfriend looked away from her newspaper with a frown to look down at you, who was lying in her lap.

You had to grin as she stared down at you in confusion as the glasses slid down a few millimeters on the bridge of her nose.

"I asked you something.."

"And what did you ask?"

"So ..", you started after your fingers had moved to her glasses and you had pushed them up again.

"Imagine you had to decide: Either you are the only mortal human among immortal humans or you are the only human who is undying among all mortal humans.. What do you choose?"

"Is that a test?"

"A test for what?"

"For finding out if I'm a psychopath or something like that?" She asked, still staring down at you, frowning.

"No ..." you shook your head. "I just saw it earlier on instagram and was just thinking about it .."

She looked at you thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"I would probably want to be the immortal human among mortals .."

"For real?" You shouted, tilting your head.

"Then you should see all your friends die .."

Mina raised an eyebrow.

"Which friends?"

"Oh wow .." you rolled your eyes.

"So, am I a psychopath now?" She smiled and you could see her white teeth.

"No .." you mumbled as you started to play with her purple blouse.

"I would probably have taken that too .. but just because it would have been weird to be the only person who would have to die at some point .."

Mina let out a low snort.

"Imagine that, a graveyard for one person ..".

"Yes! .." you exclaimed cockily. "I would probably be exhibited in a museum as the only human corpse. And I would get a coffin made of gold and people would come from all over the world just to see me dead .."

"Or some crazy scientist would use your dead body for their projects .."

"Ew .." you made and grimaced. "That wouldn't be that great ..".

"Better to be immortal, then ..", Mina said with a grin before leaning forward to put her newspaper on the table.

"Now I have a question for you, Y / N .."

"Oh yeah?" You looked confused into her brown eyes and she hummed in agreement as her fingers started to comb through your hair.

"Okay, imagine a bitter old woman comes up to you and asked you, if you want to marry her, what would you answer?"

"I would say no, of course ..." you said, tilting your head to one side.

"First of all, I don't find old, bitter women really attractive and, secondly, why should I marry an old, bitter woman when I can just have the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Mina laughed softly before tapping the tip of your nose with her index finger.

"You know what I'm getting at ..".

"What I know is that you could then leave your show-off house and then finally move into my horror apartment ..", you grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes.

"You know, I've been thinking, Y / N .." she continued, suddenly sounding serious. "We've been a couple for almost a year now and the only person who knows about it is your aunt and some of your friends .."

"Should I start tagging you on my pictures now?" You laughed.

"You're the one who doesn't like all the love stuff in public and that's not supposed to be a reproach .. I-"

"I want to get to know your parents ..", she interrupted you and looked at you carefully.

You met her gaze for a few seconds before you swallowed.

"My parents?" You repeated quietly.

"Your parents."

"Uhm..okay..that's unexpected .." you muttered as you rose from her lap to sit up.

"So my parents are nice people, but you know, that they dont now that I am ... you know-"

"That you are attracted to old, bitter women?"

"Oh shut up Mina .." you hissed and slapped her gently on the upper arm.

"If you say that again, break your stupid stick and throw it in the fireplace ..".

"Ouhh now I'm scared .." Mina teased, grinning, but you just shook your head.

For a moment there was silence between the two of you and Mina was finally the one who interrupted them.

"I don't want to force you to do it and if you say, you don't want to do that, then that's okay .. I don't want to drive a wedge between you and your parents either .." she said and put her hand on yours. Your gaze landed on her hand, ran down her arm to finally meet her face.

"Maybe it's a good idea .." you muttered and she smiled gently.

"At some point I have to tell them anyway .."

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"Hello beautiful woman .." you greet your girlfriend who entered your shop. Like she did every Tuesday night after work ... It was one of your favorite traditions in your relationship.

"How can I help you today?", You smiled brightly at her as she leaned against your counter

"Well Miss Y / L / N, my wonderful girlfriend and I will be with her parents for dinner for the first time tomorrow evening .. You know, her parents don't know that she is a lesbian ...", Mina explained seriously and brought you to grin.

"That sounds interesting .."

"That's it! We're both just pretty nervous and I thought it would be a good idea to bring flowers to her parents ...".

"That's a great idea, Miss Venable .. what were you thinking of?", You tilted your head and wandered your eyes over the woman who was just standing in front of you.

The lavender suit, the way her hair was perfect and the dark lipstick ... she was so fucking beautiful.

Mina cleared her throat briefly when she realized that your attention was no longer on your conversation.

"You know, Miss Y / L / N, I love to watch your talented little fingers remove the thorns from the roses ..", she playfully raised an eyebrow and you couldn't help but laugh.

"How vulgar, Miss Venable .. just make sure that your girlfriend doesn't notice this, otherwise she'll get jealous ..".

You bent down briefly to get the box with the red roses from under the table. You put them on the table between you and Mina and took out the small knife to start removing the thorns.

"How was your day, honey?" You finally asked her after a minute had passed.

"Good," she said curtly.

"Good?", You looked at her grinning. "You sound like a school child who is asked how it was in school ..".

Mina shrugged her shoulders.

"I hate those idiots from my office, but that's nothing new ..".

"Imagine if I would work for you .. maybe you wouldn´t hate it so much anymore ..", you muttered while you still slid your knife over the flower stems.

"I think that wouldn't be a good idea .."

You just nodded and stared intently at the roses in front of you.

"What about the purple roses?", Your friend suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You had these roses once and never again .."

"That was a special delivery .." you explained and reached under the counter, took out the paper and wrapped the roses in it.

"But we can also make some ourselves ..".

You put the flowers in Mina's arms and looked expectantly into her confused face.

"How is that supposed to work?" She asked.

"You water white roses with purple color .."

"Should we try it sometime ..", she mumbled and you nodded.

"Listen Mina, you wait in the car and I'll finish everything here and then we can go home .."

"Sounds good .." she replied just before she turned around and strutted out of the shop.

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Her dark eyes stared at Mina in the mirror as she smoothed her blouse with her hands. Miss Venable was usually never nervous, which was because, due to her dominant demeanor, she almost always had the strings in hand when it came to dealing with other people and she didn't care how much she hurt someone with her words. But that was you, her precious little princess and what she wanted least of all was to see you sad because of her. She also knew that she couldn't win over your parents if she intimidated them.

She leaned forward to apply her dark lipstick when you stepped into the bathroom behind her and let out an impressed whistle.

"Is that the blouse you wore on our first date?" You asked, examining the silk fabric on Mina's skin.

"Yes .." she muttered.

Miss Venable's eyes watched you in the mirror while she admired how beautiful you looked in the dress you were wearing.

"My parents should just like you and not want to go to bed with you .." you said with a grin when her eyes found yours in the mirror.

"Ha ha ..", Mina made dry before she screwed the cap of her lipstick back on and turned to you.

"Are you ready?" She asked and you nodded while you smiled wryly.

"You look beautiful .." she muttered and planted a quick kiss on your temple before walking past you to leave the house.

"So to summarize again what my parents know ... or rather

what they think they know .. "you started staring out the window of the moving car.

"Well, actually they don't know anything .. I think they used to think that I had something with my best friend because he was my homecoming date .. And now they think I was single and I told them on telephone you were a good friend... "

"That sounds like it will be a very relaxed evening ..", Mina joked and you couldn't help but grin.

"I'm just afraid it might be a little too much .."

"Too much?" Mina repeated confused.

"Is it a good idea to come out and bring your girlfriend with you? Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you .."

"Well ... you have a point, but let's speculate ..", Mina said when the car stopped at a traffic light.

"How could they react?"

"So .. we have these two iconic situations: The first situation would be this "we always knew it mimimi".

The other situation would be that they will be angry ... and so angry that they don't want to see me anymore .. "you explained and Mina could hear the concern in your voice.

"Something like that is sure not going to happen ..", Mina muttered as she took her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh.

"I hope so .."

You were silent for the rest of the journey and that's why Mina decided not to say anything. Would you want her words, you would let her know.

"Here we are ..", Mina mumbled when she finally parked the car in front of your parents' modest house. She looked at you sideways and found that you were staring at the house as if you were about to start crying.

"Hey .." she cooed gently and grabbed your chin to force you to look at her.

"Everything will be fine..".

She examined your worried face and grinned when she saw that there was still a print of her lipstick on your temple.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You have my lipstick on your face ..", Mina mumbled and wiped her thumb over the print to remove it.

"And I think you don't want your parents to find out about your homosexuality that way."

"Not funny ..", you rolled your eyes.

Mina glanced at the car clock.

"We should go in, princess, we are already 5 minutes late .."

"Okay .. here we go ..", you mumbled and suddenly sounded brave as you leaned forward to press your lips against Minas for a moment.

When you both stood in front of your parents' front door and your mother opened the door for you both beaming, Mina immediately noticed the resemblance between you and your mother. This woman seemed just as straightforward as you, and you both had the same laugh. If your mom were really as carefree as you, then the evening wouldn't be complicated, Mina thought as she greeted your mother.

The first half of the evening was totally relaxed, your parents seemed to be really nice people, as far as Mina could tell.

While your mother was just as crazy as you, your father was a bit more introverted, but he had the same sense of humor as you and he was the one who cooked. A fact that somehow gave Mina hope, as it showed that your parents didn't seem to care about the old gender roles (cooking housewife and working businessman).

It was really nice. Mina, who usually had her problems with people, thought she might really like your parents at some point. they didn't ask private questions, didn't let an awkward silence reign, and were totally open-hearted people.

And yet she felt how nervous you were while you were sitting next to her at the dining table and trying to choke the food down even though you were probably extremely sick. Usually you played with your fingers when you were nervous or excited, but since your hands were holding the cutlery, it was your leg that was pushing off the floor all the time. And it was Mina who then, invisible to your parents, put her hand on your knee to calm you down.

It was around 9 o'clock when the four of you ran out of conversation and it was you who finally broke the silence.

"Well uhm, I actually came to tell you something .." you said and your voice sounded thick. Immediately all pairs of eyes were focused on you and Mina tensed her hand on your thigh to show you that she was there.

"Oh yeah?" Your mom asked confused before you nodded.

"Well, you always wanted me to be in a relationship with someone .." you continued and stared lost at the half-empty wine glass in front of you.

"And surprise..I'm in a relationship .."

"Oh really?", Mina could see your mother's eyes starting to glow and she wondered if the whole thing was really a good idea.

"Yes ..".

"Who is he?" Asked your father.

"Well uhm she's sitting right next to me ..".

Mina closed her eyes for a moment when she felt the confused looks of your parents on her. For a few seconds no one said anything and she felt you start to slide back and forth on your chair.

"Oh ..", Your mom finally pounded when she understood what you were talking about.

Mina opened her eyes again and stared into the flame of the candle that was on the table.

"You and Wilhemina ..?", Your mom looked confused between Mina and you.

"We've been together for almost a year .." you added and Mina heard your voice break at the end.

"What does being together mean?" Your mom asked sharply.

"She is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend like best friend?"

"No, girlfriend like i love her ..", you muttered and looked carefully at Mina who smiled gently at you while she rubbed your thigh.

"Does that mean that you .....?", Your mother stared at you with her eyes wide open.

"I'm a lesbian, yes .." you said firmly and returned her gaze.

"Damn it .." your mom muttered and fell back into her chair.

Finally your father cleared his throat, too, who hadn't moved an inch before.

"How long have you known?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Since Highschool i guess ..".

"Since high school? Are you kidding me?" Your mom shouted angrily and Mina could feel you flinch under her hand.

"Why are you telling us this now?"

"Maybe because your most asked question to me was whether I have a boyfriend or when I will finally get one ..?" You croaked.

"Because we thought you were straight .." your mom yelled back. "If we had known that you were into women, we would never have asked such a thing .."

"I thought you'd be disappointed or something."

"Disappointed? Oh damn Y / N ..", your mother shook her head in disbelief and looked at you sadly.

"Can you say something too, Dad?" You asked after two minutes of more silence as you looked away from your mother to look at your father, who was staring at you thoughtfully.

"I uh ... so when you have a daughter, as a father, you imagine all the things your child has in store for you ..." your dad began.

"That includes the person your daughter wants to grow old with at some point and I just imagined that this person was a man and now it's a woman .. And now I need a few seconds to turn this man into one woman .. if you understand.."

"Okay ..." you replied quietly.

"You know, at the same time I wonder if I have said anything homophobic in all the years of your childhood that could have scared you .." he continued and you nodded slowly.

"Who knows it?" Your mother suddenly asked.

"Uhm .. some friends and aunt Phoebe .."

"Aunt Phoebe?" Your mother frowned when you mentioned your aunt.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"She noticed that Mina only comes to the flower shop when I'm there and then wanted to know why .."

"My sister knows that my daughter is a lesbian and I don't know?" Your mother called, sounding reproachful.

"I was afraid that you would be angry or something .." you defended yourself.

"Y / N you're still our damn daughter .." your mother mumbled and swore again.

"No Y / N, you are our daughter .." your dad interfered.

"There is no place for a  'still' because you are simply our daughter and your sexuality could never change that .. Who you love is your business and you do not need our permission .."

You stared at him and felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that .." you muttered before getting up and walking over to your dad to give him a hug.

"Thank you so much .." you whispered against the fabric of his shirt.

Suddenly you felt your mom, who had also got up, put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you from your dad's arms into hers.

And while you all played happy family, Mina was still sitting a little lost at the dining table and watching the situation in front of her. It all happened faster than expected.

In her  eyes, your father had taken it a little better than your mom, who seemed a little disappointed because you had only told them now.

"I should go to the bathroom to fix my make-up ..." you mumbled and smiled sheepishly as you withdrew from your mom's arms.

Your mother just nodded before you turned around to jump out of the room, leaving Mina alone with your parents.

"So you're a lesbian too .." said your mother, mumbling as your parents sat down again.

"I am.", Mina replied curtly and pressed her lips together.

"And is that serious between you?"

"It is."

"This is probably the moment when I should threaten to kill you if you break her heart .." joked your father.

"I'll propose to her," Mina said firmly.

"So it's really serious ..", your mother's eyes widened at Mina's words.

"It is .." repeated she.

"Well, we would be happy if you would invite us to your wedding..", your dad interjected and Mina decided at that moment that she liked your parents.

A few seconds later you were standing in the doorway and had your radiant smile back on.

"I think we should go now, Mina .." you said and Mina hummed in agreement.

"That's a good idea.."

As soon as you were outside, after hugging your parents for a long time, you jumped into the arms of your girlfriend to kiss every inch of her face.

"Jesus Y / N ..", Mina muttered, who stumbled a few steps back from your sudden attack.

"I'm such an idiot ..", you laughed. "I've been worrying for free all these years and now they have reacted so well to it ... I should have done that much earlier .."

Mina smiled as she pressed a quick kiss on your forehead.

"I'm proud of you, princess .."

"So and now ..", you shouted cockily and pulled her hand to your car.

"Now I want to get to know your mother .."

"No way..You don’t want to meet that witch ..".

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"Come on, Y / N .. you promised me .." Mina pleaded.

"But it's really cold up there and besides, I'm tired .." you replied.

It was New Year's Eve and the two of you had decided to spend the evening at your apartment and then climb onto the roof around midnight to watch the fireworks. To your surprise, it was Mina who suggested going to you, although she usually doesn't like visiting your "horror apartment".

"If you put on your winter jacket you won't be cold and besides, I'm there ..", Mina tried further.

"You know, I think the idea of ​​you as a human heater is really cute, but we could just drive to you ..".

"That wouldn't be the same."

You sighed.

"Okay ..", you mumbled and had your friend give you your coat.

Surprisingly, you found out that you were the only ones on the roof. At least you couldn't see any of your neighbors when you went over the roof to your self-made bed.

It was currently 11:37 pm and until the fireworks started at midnight you had enough time to watch the beautiful starry sky, as you always did when you were with her.

Your head was on her shoulder as always while she had an arm around you as always and was playing with your hair.

"I actually wanted to talk to you .." you mumbled after a few minutes.

"Is everything okay?", Mina asked and looked down at you worriedly.

You nodded quickly.

"Yeah .. it's just uhm, you know I love the flower shop, but I don't think that's what I want to do for the rest of my life ..".

"No?"

"No ..", you said. "That's why I'll catch up on my school leaving certificate and then probably study something ..".

"Thats great, princess .." Mina smiled gently at you.

"And what do you want to study?"

"History .. I guess and then I'd like to work as a professor .. At schools or colleges .." you mumbled.

"Professor sounds hot," said Mina and you had to laugh.

"The good thing is that when I study I can still live with you."

"Yes?"

"Yep .." you nodded. "We have a college in town, in case you forgot .. and if they take me, I don't have to move to campus ..".

"That would be great ..", Mina muttered and glanced at her watch.

11:52

"In 10 minutes it will be ready ..".

"Ouhh, we should stand by the railing .." you said before you jumped up and stretched your arm to help Mina up.

"Well ..", you began as you clung to the railing of the roof and leaned forward a little so that Mina was afraid you would fall off the roof at any moment.

"Josh lives back there ..", you explained and pointed with an outstretched finger at another tower block. "He is the brother of a friend of mine. He makes a lot of fireworks with his friends every year. Then my neighbors, the Andrews, who are not there today for whatever reason, always let a lot of fireworks rise from our roof, even though it is actually is forbidden .. And then there are all the people on the street who bring their fireworks .. ".

You stared at a group of people who were standing on the corner of the street in front of the bakery and were already setting off fireworks

"It occurred to me, I think Josh broke his leg and can't even go on the roof .." you mumbled with a frown and Mina hummed in agreement, not even listening to you.

As your eyes wandered over the city, hers glued to you and looked at you lovingly. She looked at her watch one more time (11:55) and took a short breath before reaching into the pocket of her coat to feel the velvet-covered can with her fingers.

You didn't even notice it when you were still happy watching other people's fireworks

"Okay, Y / N .. I'm not good at this, but I'll try my best, okay?" Mina said suddenly and you looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We've been together for almost a year and I have no regrets, except for one small thing .."

"Oh yeah?" You frowned as she continued.

"About a year ago you asked me in the evening, if I believed in love at first sight and I told you, that I generally don't believe in love and that was actually a lie. So it was true somewhere, I didn't believe in love until the moment I walked into your little flower shop and saw you cut your finger because of your lack of concentration.

You know how much I hate people, but with you it's different..I can't hate you and I never could hate you and I hope that you understand that between all the 'hate' I try to explain to you how much I love you .. because I do and I have no idea what I would do without you, I would probably just be a bitter old woman .. ", she finished and grinned when she saw you roll your eyes.

"I hope you're not mad at me, because I can't get down on my knees because of my handicap .." she mumbled and took out the small velvet box to hold it towards you.

"But do you want to marry me?"

You stared at her in shock.

"Shit, that wasn't a joke?"

"Does that mean no?", Mina frowned.

"God no! I'm just- Oh damn, Mina, of course I want to marry you ..", you grabbed her face between your hands and pulled her close to kiss her tightly.

"This is going to be great .." your eyes lit up as you pulled back.

"I already have so many ideas for the wedding, I'll take your name and all that .. Y / N Venable sounds amazing, change my mind.. and then I'll move in to your house and then I can catch up with school and maybe one day we'll adopt a lot of children from poor countries..".

"Slowly, Y / N ..", Mina laughed and took your hand to slide the ring onto your finger.

"We still have enough time to plan, let's celebrate New Year's Eve now, please..”

"God, it is beautiful .." you muttered, staring at the silver ring on your finger. Mina smiled as she leaned over to press her lips against your forehead.

"Happy new year, princess .."

"Happy new year, my dear future-wife.."

[wisewidow]

Gunshot Roses

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Her bite burns more than the poppies in my bullet wound sting.

I spent ninety-two hours waiting for a knock, ever since the phone call. Natasha was always so persuasive, sly with a snake's tongue, but she never used her fangs on me. I never felt poisoned until she called me saying to not trust Tony anymore. And even then her words bled into me like honey.

And before I came back to my senses she was gone.

Tony sat down with me the next day and urged me to cut her off, explained about how she'd betrayed them in Germany and was now on the run with Steve, Sam and Wanda. He warned me this would happen. They'd come looking for her, find her through her weaknesses. He offered me protection, and I was so inclined to take it.

"Don't trust Tony," she'd said, and I'd listened. "I'm coming back for you."

I was brought in to the CIA's office in New York. I was easy to find as soon as Tony had no choice but to relinquish my location, Nat and I's apartment, for the sake of keeping himself and Pepper safe. I don't blame him. Nat would do the same for me.

Nat would do the same for me.

I told them everything about our past because I knew I had to give them something true so they believed me when I honestly said I didn't know where she could have gone to hide, but I think everyone in the questioning room knew I was holding back the safehouses and fake identities I did know of. They couldn't prosecute me since I wasn't an Avenger, or an enhanced individual.

There was nothing they could do to me. Legally, at least.

The masked men came the following night. I wasn't sure who they worked for, no agency or government was off the table now that the Black Widow wasn't protected by her hero status. They could even have been petty thugs. Who was I to know? Natasha never wanted me in her world. I wouldn't have known her enemies.

"I'm going to ask you again," the one with the yellow teeth hissed, a thick needle pointed at my throat. "Where is the Widow?"

"She left me," I hiss, choking on my own coughs. "She left me, I don't know."

The injection isn't done lightly. It finds the vein in my neck and bites, so I scream at the pain. The woman grabs me by my hair and drags me to the bathroom.

By the time she forces me in the bathtub and cold water rains down on me, the world has turned fuzzy and sharp. I can see her eyes are blue, even in the dark, and they hurt to look at. Her hair looks more yellow than blonde. And then like a camera struggling to focus, the world becomes blurry and dark. She asks me the same questions. Where is she? Where is Natalia?

I see her in my mind. She's so close I can feel her heart beating against mine, but then a loud shot tears her away from me as my mind turns its attention to the gaping hole in my leg. I don't cry or scream, nor do I sob or shout. The blood turns to blossoming roses around my wound, the prettiest shades of red. Another series of loud bangs sound out and this time I don't flinch because I am not affected by them.

There are people shouting from the living room. The blonde woman aims her gun at my other leg. Bouquets of poppies shoot out of my calf, but they tear through my skin and this time I do cry a little, because poppies are known for not living long at all, and somehow I feel like my time is almost up.

"You want me to shoot her pretty little head next? Come on!"

"I'm running out of red flowers," I mutter, dazed.

"Get away from her," comes her voice.

I start laughing as I recognise it. Natasha, my guardian devil. "Oh," I giggle to the blonde woman, feeling my eyelids begin to shut, "you've got her now."

When I wake up, I see a familiar face I'd missed dearly. I notice him first, kind chocolate eyes but one swollen shut, a cut on his cheek, blood on his shirt. But he's smiling. I breathe a little easier and then observe my surroundings, coming to the conclusion that we're in a warehouse stocked to its metaphorical teeth with weapons, and I'm lying on a mattress with no sheet on the floor. Sam asks me if I'm okay, and I politely request that he takes the blankets off of me. I can't move my legs. I don't want to know what else is paralyzed.

He tucks them at my feet and begins to explain what happened in Germany, and Siberia, and how Steve broke them out of the Raft and then went with the Prince of Wakanda to his home with Bucky, a place he wouldn't be a danger to anyone again. Or himself.

"Where—" I wince and then refuse to say anything more.

Sam glances to a figure in the corner, who I recognise to be Wanda. She walks over hesitantly and kneels before me. "(Y/N), may I?"

I nod.

I feel her poking around my mind, cautious and gentle, and I notice the pain seep out of my body along with her strange power. I still refuse to speak.

"She wants to know where Natasha is," Wanda translates. "And then she wants to sleep."

Sam and her share a cautious look. Irritated, I repeat my inquiries in my head so harshly that the telepathic girl jumps in fright.

Sam sighs. "One of the men who attacked you escaped. The rest are dead. She promised not to kill this one, but Wanda's pretty sure she's lying."

"Good," I rasp. Then I close my eyes and drift off.

I stay at the safehouse for the next week, slowly recovering. I don't speak much, but Wanda seems fine with that and Sam chooses to focus on treating the two bullet wounds in my legs. Natasha still hasn't returned. Steve is arriving today.

There's not much to do beside lie down when you can't walk and there's no entertainment other than the dusty books stored away in a cabinet that Wanda had found while trying to exterminate a cockroach with her powers. I guess Natasha had supplied it, because it's in Russian. It's a Neil Gaiman, I think. I have it on me at all times so I can run my hands over the sentences she'd highlighted and scribbled in, the pages she'd dog-eared.

It's lonely. And frustrating. And I'm starting to hate her for her poison. They took my legs, my dignity, my home, my access to a fucking Netflix account, but who did I really have to blame for that?

I sit and seethe for another two days.

"(Y/N)," Wanda mutters, gently shaking me awake. "She's here."

I bite my lip and she helps me sit up. When Natasha finally walks in, I'm too exhausted to feel any type of emotion.

"No one's seen you for days," is all I can manage. My voice hurts from not using it.

She looks at her feet. Her long, wispy red hair has been chopped short and bleached to a near white. She's wearing a simple pair of dark jeans, plain tee and green bomber jacket. There's not a speck of blood on her clothes, not a weapon in view, not a hair out of place. But I've seen her back from a mission and bleeding and in need of a shower, and even then she never looked this vulnerable.

"Did you kill them?" I ask. "All of them?"

A simple nod.

I breathe out slowly. "Good."

"I was on my way to you the day you went with the CIA. I had to wait another day because I knew they were watching you. I had no idea they would come in and . . ." She looks at my legs.

"I won't be doing any cartwheels anytime soon," I retort dryly.

"You can't even touch your toes," she says with a small smile.

I let out a wet laugh and then rush to brush away any stray tears. "I'm so mad at you, Red."

"I know," she says softly. "I took away your choice when I took you here instead of the hospital. Tony would have protected you, you could have started over somewhere fresh, lived a normal life. But they're looking for you now."

"I know," I reassure her. "Sam and Wanda haven't told me, but I guessed it. And yeah, I'm a little pissed off that I didn't get the option of choosing, but it's not like I would have chosen to leave you."

Natasha shakes her head. "I wouldn't have let you. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. I hate that it did. If I could go back to Germany, I would . . . I would choose to stay with you at home."

"And watch your friends go down?" I shake my head. "Maybe I'm not the one who's too attached."

"Oh, you definitely are. You literally can't move right now."

"Bite me, Romanoff."

"Come and get me."

The next day, I do find the strength to yell at her until my voice goes raw. And the same time next year, we're still together.

[bluebellhairpin]

The Perfect Plan

Masquerade / Medieval AU!Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader

A/N: So some wanted this, some didn’t specify, I had motivation, and @miss-consulting-timelord​ wanted to be tagged, so here we are. - Nemo

Summary: While you may not have known the mysterious man at the masquerade last night when everyone else did, you find out he was one of the only people there who knew who you were. 

Listening to: This version of ‘Sky Full of Stars’ by Coldplay on Youtube - ‘You get lighter the more it gets dark, I'm gonna give you my heart.’

Part One - ‘The Perfect Partner’ 

Masterlist 

You groaned awake, twisting around in the bedsheets in a feeble effort to chase sleep before it completely left you. But your mind went to other places before you could be successful.

The man you met last night at the masquerade - he was no mere man. He was important. He wasn’t just a royal - not in the way you were, or that of any others Historia had introduced you to last night.

He was a Crown Prince. 

He was to sit a ceremony to become King of Germany in less than a month. 

Naturally, you'd heard of the Ackerman's - anyone in higher society who hadn't been living under a rock had - so when Levi asked you your opinion of them (before revealing who he was, mind you) you were still a little apprehensive to give your proper answer. Too ‘mean’ and you'd come off like a snob, too ‘nice’ and you'd look like a bootlicker. You didn't like the prospects of either, but being around Levi made you feel something you were too used to suppressing. 

He made you want to tell the truth - brutal and honest. But tact - that was something you were always good at. 

"They do their job - as being the monarchs of their country - just like everyone else. Therefore, just like everyone else, I'm sure they have things they’re good at, and things to improve on too."

"What things?" He asked, barely missing a beat after you finished. 

"Well," you said, letting out a shy laugh, "I can't really say, nor am I in a place to judge. I'm afraid I have yet to meet any of them, but in what perfect world do we live in that they or I do not have something to improve about ourselves?" 

He soon after revealed who he was, and the relocation of it now made you turn back over and bury your face in your pillow. 

Who were you to have said something like that to someone like him? It was a masquerade, of course there were people there of higher rank than you that you wouldn’t recognize. You felt so insanely stupid. 

Rising from the confines of your bed, or the bed that was being kindly lent to you by Historia - you weren’t quite fit to travel last night - you wandered over to the window. It was a habit of yours to always look outside when you woke, even if most days the brightness of the sun made you feel blind.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” A voice behind you called. You turned around to face them in time to see a woman close the door behind her, a swathe of baby blue fabric in her arms. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wake you, and here you are. Dreams do come true.”  

You turned back to the window, looking across the gardens and to the city in the distance. It looked much different in the daylight. Then you caught yourself.

“My apologies, I should’ve introduced myself, I’m -” 

“- Lady (y/n).” the woman smiled, “Her Ladyship told me much about you. You’re held in very high regard by her you know.” You couldn’t help but feel flustered at her comment.

“So everyone keeps telling me.” you said, picking at the hem of the nightgown you were lent. 

“But here,” she gestured to the fabric, which now being draped over a chair was recognizable as a dress, “Her Ladyship sent this in for you, hopefully it fits. She also requests you join her for breakfast.”

“Oh, thank you …”

“- Nanaba.” She smiled. “There’s a screen over there, when you need some help just let me know. I’ll be right out here. Then I’ll take you down to eat.” 

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The dress fit very well. Considering it wasn’t made for you, you could easily let the slight tightness, and looseness in certain places slide. It wasn't like it looked bad on you because of it. 

Before going down to breakfast, Nanaba helped you tidy your hair. You insisted she didn’t need to - you weren’t planning on having it held back or done up fancy - but you did have to admit, having someone play around with your hair did feel nice. 

She walked you through the golden halls, down the cold staircases, out a pair of giant glass doors, and along a stone footpath through the garden to a summer house. 

Servants scuttled about, and standing at attention on either side of the entrance were pairs of knights - Eren and Mikasa were two of them. In the centre of the house was a table, set up with - in your opinion - far too much food. Jumping to attention when you caught her eye, was Historia. 

“Good morning! How’d you sleep? I hope you slept well, the bed wasn’t too bad I hope.” She blabbered, and then was interrupted by a cough from the other end of the table. She turned over to the source, then smiled and guided you over to a chair - yours, supposedly - and then fluttered back to her own. “And I doubt I need to do introductions, again.” 

You then decided to look over at the other guest - who was none other than Levi. 

You felt yourself get flustered all over again, completely forgetting the proper courtesy, and only thinking about how you’d ignored him up until you sat down - a generalized no-no. 

“Stop fretting, (y/n),” he said, setting down his teacup, “Just because we’re in the daylight and now have company doesn’t mean I expect you to treat me differently.” 

You took in a semi-deep breath, steadying your hands in your lap, and smiled over at him.

“You’re right. I apologize.” 

“So,” Historia said, folding her hands under her chin, “I didn’t see either of you after you left the ballroom last night. Where’d you go?” she asked. 

Little did she know, you both didn’t do anything much else except talk, and maybe steal another dance or two. But the most exciting part of the night was spying her sneak away with a tall brunette woman. Which was closely followed by catching yourselves in your hiding place, standing a little too close to be called ‘appropriate’. She didn’t need to know the latter, the former, however …

“Oh, nothing much really,” you said, “But I never even dreamed about the things you see in the gardens at night.” Her face fell so slightly, turning to eye Levi, and a smile drew on your face.

Levi hummed. “Yes, those things can stay in the dark.” He was looking right at you. Yet, you didn’t know what that meant. There was something he was trying to tell you in those grey eyes of his, and you just couldn’t understand. 

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There was something about gardens. The life they held in them.

Lush greenery, blooming flowers, the cool water fountains, and trees with their wispy leaves. In gardens as big as this, there was always something new in them, no matter what season. And now, on a warm, perfect spring day, it was as alive as ever.

Originally, when you’d stood to excuse yourself for your walk, Nanaba offered to keep you company, but Levi soon dismissed her, saying he’d go with you instead. And so he did. 

Much like last night, he had your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, and had his fingers laced with yours. 

How someone could make you feel so comfortable and safe after a few dances and a night's talk, you’d never know, but you would know it was possible. 

“I’m sorry.’ he said suddenly. You looked over at him, pouting in confusion. 

“What for?” You couldn’t help the lump that formed in your throat as your mind started to race. What if he didn’t want to speak to you again? What if he thought overnight and figured someone as lowly as you wasn’t worth a Prince’s time? What if -

“I’m sorry for last night,” he said, squeezing your hand, and pulled away to step aside and face you. “You have a kind heart, and I feel like I shocked you with who I really was.” He hesitated again before continuing. “And, still, I’m not completely honest with you.” 

“L- .... Levi, you’re going to have to explain a little more. I really don’t understand what you mean.’ 

“The history between the royal families of France and Germany has thus far been close. I’ve known Princess Historia as long as you have. She’s told me a lot about you.”

He told you last night that she never mentioned you. 

“And with every word she wrote about you, to me I wanted to know more. I wanted to meet you. Now that I have, I have to say I’m disappointed. Because you’re so much better, here, in front of me, than words she wrote on paper about you.”

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“What do you think they’re talking about?” 

“I dunno. It’s been a while though. A good fifteen minutes, huh?” The tall blond looked down at his redheaded companion. She smiled at him.

“Oh, do you think he’s confessing his undying love?” Isabel said, fluttering her eyelashes at him and holding her hands to her metal-covered chest. Furlan sighed, his hand resting on his sword hilt, and the other draping across her shoulders. 

“That wouldn’t be like him. They’re just met.” 

“Oh my - look!” Historia squealed - yet still very quietly - bounding over to the house's edge and pointed over their shoulders to where you and Levi stood. “I knew it!” 

“Oh my -” Isabel had a too-large grin.

“- god.” and Furlan’s jaw was to the floor. 

Levi - ‘I’ll probably die alone because I’m so old and an obsession with cleanliness’ - Ackerman, was being kissed by you. And he was kissing you back. 

“Okay,” Isabel said, “You owe me, because I’m pretty sure now you know that he’s gonna bang before we both die.”

[nitannichionne]

Henry Cavill Imagine-If He was YOUR Fan 3: Good Night, Good Day

It is pre-dawn.

Henry insists on driving you to where you’re staying in London on one of his motorcycles. It is nice to cruise the semi-deserted streets of London. You had fallen asleep after playing Witcher 3 and Cleopatra while watching Doctor Who. He takes off his helmet as you take off yours.

“So you’re at the Palmer’s Lodge,” he says, pulling up in front.

 “Yeah,” you say with a smile, sliding off the bike. You can’t resist letting your hands slide over his torso, feeling your cheeks heat. “It’s so damned British, I couldn’t resist.”

“This is a hostel,” He seems to be assessing the place. “Like a dormitory?”

“Right,” you nod, putting your hands behind your back sweetly. “which means if you come upstairs I’ll be in big trouble.”

You both laugh at that, feeling like a couple of kids who stayed out too late. Well, at least you did.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

You realize that he is probably wondering why you aren’t at a hotel. “Staying here is an experience,” you say. “I meet different people from different places, write and relax in a creative environment, and well, it’s affordable, you know?” You feel a little self conscious about that, but it was the only way to make it there and meet him. “It’s actually very safe and friendly here.”

He slides off the bike, surprising you by the look in his eyes, the set of his jaw. He is up to something. You feel your heart flutter as he steps directly in front of you. “I’ll be in touch.”

“How can you be in touch—”

“You really shouldn’t open your phone in front of people,” he purrs shaking his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You never know who’s watching for your code.”

You swallow hard, but can’t help but smile at him shyly. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“I put myself in as Dal.”

“Ah, your middle name.”

“Yes,” He nods, his eyes warm and inviting as he looks down at you.

“Thanks, I had fun.” You’re breathless, damn it, you’re breathless! Stop it, just stop, you try to tell yourself, but how can you say it’s been awhile since you had so much fun or how long it’s been, period? You simply can’t.

“I should be thanking you,” his voice is smooth and soft as he puts his hands behind his back mirroring you. “I guess, in proper fashion, keeping you out so late, I should do that last thing that seals your fate.”

“Wha—”

His lips come down on yours, soft in texture, but firm in pressure. Your mind reels, and you feel your knees buckle. His arm goes around your waist as he holds you closer, coaxing your mouth to open wider with small nibbles on your lips, particularly the lower one. A small moan escapes you and his other arm captures your body as his tongue gently surges into your mouth.

Locked in his embrace you dimly realize that your arms have gone around his neck. Your face tilts up to him like a flower in need of rain and you suck his tongue when he almost withdraws. He moans softly, continuing the kiss, the sound tantalizing your nerves and vibrating of his chest making you tremble slightly and causing a wave of heat to overtake you. You arch to his body as his lips brush your jawline and you instinctively rake his back under his jacket.

Suddenly you hear the door to the place open and you both break the kiss.

“You’d better go,” you say shakily, your hands sliding down his chest.

You see his breathing is faster, his jaw slightly tight as if he doesn’t want to go. “Yeah.” He presses his lips against yours once more. “I’ll be in touch, alright?”

“Alright,” you echo breathlessly, feeling a chill as he steps away from you slowly. You don’t want to believe that, but suddenly you felt like that kid at Christmas waiting for Santa Claus. “Okay.”

He slips on his sunglasses and puts on his helmet. He slides on his bike, gives you one last look and starts his motor, then revs off down the street.

You turn to see women approach you, one of them an Irish artist named Hannah, who is a Cavill fan. You flinch as her eyes zero in on yours. The other is Stella, who is backpacking across the country from Germany.

“Hey, that guy looked like Henry Cavill!” Hannah says, wide-eyed. “That was him, I know it!”

“A look-alike,” you say quickly. “Met him at the con.”

“Does he look like him, really like him?” Stella asks.

“Oh, he’ll do,” you shrug.

“How did you meet him?” Hannah asks almost accusingly.

You shake your head and shrug. “Serendipity.”

“No walk with us today, then?” Stella asks, but Hannah is studying you for tells.

“No, definitely not,” you laugh, hoping you aren’t looking as nervous as you feel. “Maybe later, though.” You start up the steps. “Good night-uh, morning, ladies.”

You share a laugh and you head inside, yawning. With an eye roll at the front desk you put your mask on, an appropriate ending to a fantastical night. You check your watch. You must have slept a couple of hours at Henry’s. You remember awakening on the floor with his arm around you. You remember how it seemed his stubble had gotten thicker overnight, how long his lashes unfairly are, the fullness of his lips and that they are just slightly open as he sleeps. His body is warmth against the air conditioning, and that is welcome since you get cold easily.

You head to your room. You see that a few bunks out of the six in your room are indeed empty, meaning it’s just you, Stella and Hannah now. You take a shower and get into bed, opting to sleep till almost the end of breakfast time before you get up to go eat at the last minute.

Done with a late breakfast, you don’t feel like going out. You feel like reliving what happened in the last twenty four hours. You feel like journaling about it, but you’re a little scared to. You want to protect the experience from everyone. You want to just keep it near and dear to you, yourself. You spend the afternoon working on your stories and poetry, and even answered some emails and messages.

Did Henry feel anything?

You suddenly get a text from the front desk asking you to come down. Your heart races as you make your way there. Upon arriving you see a messenger with a beautiful floral arrangement. “Hey!”

You look to see one of the hostel employees nod to you, “Hey!” he smiles and glances the messenger. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer!”

“If you would just sign here, ma’am?” the messenger says politely, handing over the clipboard.

“Thank you—"

“You’re welcome, miss, and this is yours as well,” the messenger nods handing you an envelope.

“Oh, okay, thanks again.” You tip him and he leaves.

“Your mission should you choose to accept it?” the front desk guy teases.

Your head snaps up, and you realize he has no idea who sent it, that he was just cracking a joke. “Well, I’d better read it before it starts catching fire.” You put the envelope and vase on top of your laptop and carry it out to the courtyard.

You look at the arrangement. Henry had been listening when they walked from the car to Godfrey’s yesterday. You went by a flower shop and you commented on how beautiful the tiger lilies and spring bouquets looked. He laughed when you told him roses were overrated, but nice.

With somewhat shaky hands you open the envelope. It’s a job description for a junior assistant to an assistant for a movie. Your breath catches. No…! Unbelievable! You open your laptop right away, and go to the site to apply, updating your resume before you submit it. You might even get it. You’ve worked as an executive assistant and office manager in the past. You just might get it. This is supposed to be a vacation. You were supposed to stay here, see if you could get to Paris, get back, and go home in a week or so. But now…

“Serendipity,” you whisper to yourself.

You look at the flowers again and notice the card. You take the small envelope and open it. You smile at the handwritten message.

Thinking of you, Dal.

You text him. Thanks for the flowers and for the heads up, I applied. 

As you pick them up and sniff them, your phone howls! All you see is one word.

Perfect.

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[wychive]

𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 — 𝙝. 𝙝𝙟

fic type // letter fic - 2.0k words

summary // hyunjin finds his pile of hidden letters for you and he decided to write one last time

pairing(s) // hyunjin x fem!reader, hyunjin x oc

genre(s) // PG16 & angst

warning(s) // mentions of food, cussing

author's note // hello hello the second part of unspoken words is here <3 im sorry you all had to wait such a long time! but here is hyunjin’s pov from the first part which is y/n’s pov. please listen to coldplay’s yellow while reading as it was the inspiration for this! this is slightly crappier than the first but its okay :’) i hope you all enjoy this! thank you for reading muah muah

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[20/03/14, 10:30pm]

hey y/n/n,

im writing these to let out some things i've been holding in,, some of them i cant say in front of you because im so scared of what will happen, to you and more importantly to us. i'll write another one soon, goodbye.

- your jinnie

[19/04/14, 03:00am]

hi hello dumb dumb,

your smile was gorgeous, as always. i just wanted to say that because you seem like you've been in the dumps lately. i hope everything is okay at home. i'm glad we video called today, you seemed so alone. if i were you, I'd say thank you, haha,, i'm bringing you something tomorrow. i hope you like it since you always liked these sweets. i'm bringing some for our new friend too! i'll see you tomorrow, princess.

- your prince hyunjin

[19/05/15, 12:30am]

hi lovergirl :)

i hope you have a really good birthday, i can't wait to see you and yeon. were gonna have so much fun at the beach, with the sand in our feet and the salty wind from the sea. i'm bringing my disposable camera tomorrow and i hope we'll use it well. other than that, i hope to see you happy for the rest of our lives. promise me to stay strong? thats my best girl! thank you for being here since the start, i can't imagine how life would be without you. i love you so much, lovely.

- your lil berry jin

[09/06/15, 08:39pm]

hey y/n/n,

i hope you're doing well there at home. you're probably dying of hotness and boredness without me hehe,, but i'm sorry, it's called a family trip for a reason. germany is so pretty and it's wow… you would love it so much. maybe i'll take you here one day, just the two of us :) i mean, yeon can come too if she likes, it's no biggie. but,,, you, yknow? for old times sake. by the way, do you know why yeon keeps calling me? she says it's because she's bored but i'm not sure if i quite understand,,, as you're bored too. why don't you both be bored together? the trio will get back in the fall don't worry about it but for now you guys be lonely together :>

- your puppy, hyunjin

[15/06/15, 2:19pm]

hey y/n/n,

i bought you some local snacks. i can't wait to see you again. i love you, dork.

- your hyunnie

[30/06/15, 3:00am]

y/n,

i'm glad to see you still being.. you even after we stopped talking regularly. yeonnie tells me you've been trying to interact with others at your school? i'm so happy for you but don't forget me loser hehe. i'll see you soon, hopefully, alright?

- your dandelion, hyunjin

[18/07/15, 2:15am]

yo y/n/n,

i hope you're doing okay. i think i have feelings for yeon but i'm not sure,,, i just get butterflies when i'm around her and i think she has it too. what do you think? maybe i can confess to her soon? idk why i can't tell you this, directly i mean. am i scared? i don't know. im sorry we talk less than we already do. i really am. maybe i'll text you later, who knows. i'll see you soon.

- your starlight, hyunjin

[25/07/15, 5:00pm]

hi,

it's been a while. i guess you heard that yeonbin and i got together a few days ago. i dont know why i'm writing a fake letter to you when we don't talk anymore but i hope you're not too surprised over it. she's so incredible, y/n. she makes me so so happy, i don't even know how she does it,, and her little dimples. god, i may have just met the love of my life. she radiates such a blue-ish colour. i see a little bit of you in her everytime she smiles though, is that weird? no- i don't know-,, i think you'll say 'i think you're in love with me instead of her' and you'll put on a smirk. dumbass. well, i'll figure it out soon. see you around.

- hyunnie

[25/05/15, 04:30am]

y/n/n,

i think i still love you.

- your angel, hyunjin

[20/??/15, ??:??]

im sorry

y/n i'm so so sorry that she did that to you. i had no idea she was this cruel. i told her that y'know maybe i still love you. keyword maybe. she freaked out. this is all my fault. y/n im so sorry please forgive me, she went through my stuff without asking. i don't know what has gotten into her lately. please, please, forgive me. oh how i could just hug you right now if i weren't so selfish. again, i'm so so sorry.

- hyunjin

[15/12/15, 5:00am]

hello

i miss when we used to stay up and stare at the stars while they shine for us. i miss your stupid questions whenever everything was quiet. i miss the way you would kiss my forehead when everything was going numb. i miss you, so so much. please, come back. i don't care if you would be my best friend, please, just be in my life again.

- the one missing you

[01/01/20, 12:00am]

hey, you

happy new years! its been a while, hasn't it? i hope you're doing okay. i am, too, fortunately.

im writing you for the last time to tell you something i should have,, many many years ago.

i love you, sweet moonlight. i'm sorry i didn't say it sooner. i wish i did, i wish i was the one holding you through the night. i wish i was the one who makes you smile every day. i wish i was the one who made you breakfast in bed on our anniversaries. i wish, i wish, i wish i was yours, y/n. i don't know why i'm releasing so late that i should've asked you out after that failed attempt. im sorry, y/n, that i made your life such a burden. i'm so sorry that i loved you so much that i let you go too early. i'm so so sorry.

i would go back to you if you'd let me. i would be your best friend again if it made you happy. i would be your boyfriend if we fell in love. i would turn back time if i could, to go back to when i confessed to yeonbin. it should've been you, y/n. it was always you. please, i want to feel your touch and your soothing voice. come back to me, because i would go back to you. i love you, i love you, i love you.

i miss your smile that gives off yellow. i miss the yellow flowers you used to give my sister when she was down. i miss the yellow hat you used to use all the time. you're my favourite colour, y/n. you're my yellow.

- the one that made a mistake, hwang hyunjin.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Spirit Of The Season

Words: 1208 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Weeellll I had the idea as I was baking today. That Bucky has a German girlfriend but she doesn't feel like the other avengers accept her, so she starts making Christmas cookies and everything she knows from her home and brings them to the compound. Everyone loves the stuff and they make sure to tell her that they love her already (not only because of her cookies) and that they are happy for Buck as well and he gets really proud to call her his? 😊    - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​ Summary: Bucky comes homes to find his girlfriend, Reader, has practically turned their kitchen into a German bakery. Reader explains to him that it’s very important that his friends like her and baking is her way of showing love. ❤️❤️ A/N: I’m a 4th generation French-American on both sides of my family. (There’s a nice mix of most Europe and a decent slice of Native American too.) So I didn't have much of a background for traditional German pastries. I tried my best to Google, and also did some rough Google translate for small sections. Hope everything is okay! 

“Mmm so many smells!” Bucky Barnes followed the sweet and spicy scents through the apartment to the kitchen. It seemed you had turned the very small room into a one-woman bakery. Eggs, flower, butter, cinnamon and dozens of other ingredients were laid out on the table. “What exactly am I smelling?”

“Hello mein Schatz.”  You greeted your boyfriend with a large smile. “You may be smelling vanilla, cardamom, rum, chocolate…”

“Yeah, there’s a lot going on here.” He acknowledged. “Are we having a bake sale? I mean there’s cakes, cookies…What is all this, Love?”

“It is Christmas time.” You explained. You covered the dough that you’d just finished kneading so that it could rest.

“Not for another week and even then, we won’t be able to eat all this food.” He reached for a nearby springerle cookie. You lightly swatted at his hand.

“These are not for us!” you told him firmly.

“Are you mailing all of this back home?” He wondered, taking a mental inventory of the desserts. “Food doesn’t usually do well in the mail.”

“No.” You shook your head. “These are German recipes. Oma and Mama will make many of these dishes themselves. They’re the ones who taught the recipes to me. These are for your friends.”

“My…? Do you mean the team?” Bucky asked. “[Y/N], aside from Rogers and maybe Wilson, and that is a very large maybe, they’re not my friends. They’re like my…coworkers.”

“They are more than coworkers.” You disagreed. “Last week you and Clint spent an entire day at the theater watching all the Terminator films. Just yesterday Natasha asked you to help her create a new training plan, did she not?” Bucky nodded; he began to open his mouth to argue his point further, but you stopped him. “They are your friends Bucky. They are your friends which makes them your familie. It is important to me that your familie like me.”

“Like you? Why wouldn’t they?” He questioned.

“I am not strong like Steve or smart like Stark. What I can do is cook. I show my love by cooking. So tomorrow, we will bring all these things to the compound and your friends will love me.” You explained. “Now get out of my kitchen. I still have lots of work to do.” You began waving your hands trying to shoo him out of the kitchen.

“I just want to state again for the record that you do not need to bring my coworkers and friends food for them to like you.” Bucky insisted as he parked his car in the compound’s parking lot.

“Yes, yes.” You ignored him as you stepped out of the car. “You have made your opinion very clear. Help me carry things.” You handed him a stack of Tupperware containers and a loaf of bread wrapped in foil. You loaded your own arms with the remainder of food. The two of you walked into the compound where you bumped into Sam Wilson.

“[Y/N! It’s been a minute!” Sam smiled as soon as he saw you. “I’ve been asking Barnes for a while when he’d take you by to see us again. Is that food? A woman after my own heart.” He placed a hand on his chest to emphasize his words.

“There is plenty for everyone. Will you tell the others?” You asked him.

“I don’t know if I can do that, [Y/N]. If I tell the others they’ll want some and that would mean less for me.” Sam explained. “Bucky brought in some leftovers of that pie you made last month for Thanksgiving, no way I’m willing to share this stuff with the rest of these guys if it’s half as good as that was.”

“You had some of my pie? And you liked it?” You smiled.

“Are you kidding me? That was one of the best pies I’ve ever had! I’m excited to see what else you’ve brought. C’mon,” he waved you on. “Kitchen is this way.”

“Buck! [Y/N]!” Steve and Natasha were heading towards the kitchen from another corridor and they came to meet you just outside of the kitchen door.

“Are those linzer cookies?” Natasha asked pointing to jelly filled cookies with heart shaped cut outs in the center that were visible in one of the containers.

“Well spotted!” You nodded.

“Please tell me those are for us, I would kill for a good homemade cookie and from what Rogers, Wilson and Barnes say your baking is the best.” Nat smiled. You continued to smile proudly.

“Ok, let’s let her at least put everything down first.” Bucky suggested. He stepped into the kitchen and the rest of you followed. Tony, Clint and Rhodey were all in the kitchen already. Tony was fiddling with his expresso machine. Rhodey was cooking bacon and eggs. Clint was leaning against the counter and eating dry cereal straight from the box.

“Oh hey [Y/N]!” Clint was the first to greet you. He popped a handful of cereal in his mouth before setting the box of cereal aside. “It’s been too long, Come here.” He stepped closer to you, holding his arms open for a hug.

“Oh.” You were surprised. You set your stack of baked goods down on the nearest surface so that you were free to hug Clint back.

“I’m glad you’re here!” Clint said as you separated. “The wife and I were just talking about how we’d love to do a double dinner date one night after Christmas.”

“You and your wife would want to spend time with me and Bucky?” You questioned him.

“Of course!” Clint insisted. “We loved hearing your stories about growing up in Germany and Laura has been dying to swap recipes with you. So just let me know when you guys are free and we’ll set something up. Now which one of these do I want to try first?” He gestured to the cakes, cookies and breads in front of him.

“The springerle are my favorite.” Bucky said, opening the container of the aforementioned cookies.

“Hey, [Y/N], never mind the baked goods. Tell Rhodey about the time you tried to steal a reindeer from the zoo!” Tony insisted, sipping from his coffee.

“I told that story at your Christmas party last year, you remembered?” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Of course I was paying attention. It’s every kids dream to take something home from the zoo.” Tony told you.

“Hang I have got to hear this. What happened?” Sam asked.

“I was very little.” You reminded them. “We were here visiting family in America and I thought that the reindeer would fly me back home.” As you recounted the tale of how you managed to remove a reindeer from the petting zoo and get to almost to the main gate of the zoo before anyone realized it, you watched Bucky’s friends. They were listening intently. They laughed and smiled at all the appropriate times. They asked you more questions and when your story was done they asked for more. They shared holiday stories of their own too. After a little while you began to think maybe Bucky had been right all along. The Avengers liked you just fine and already considered you part of their familie.

[jawllines]

WEREWOLF BLURB PLEASE!!!! ☺️✌🏼

:D YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

i. 

Y/N’s flustered. 

She hadn’t started the day out flustered – she had actually started it rather composed. After coming back from a small trip home, she had been more than ecstatic to see Harry, Niall, and the rest of the pack. To reorient herself with Maisie at the bakery and reunited Grandpa with the pups in their playroom (who, from several videos sent by Harry, were missing Gramps terribly and were rolling around in his bed and whining every time Harry brought it into them). To climb into Harry’s too large bed and only use a quarter of it because they’re snuggled so tightly together they account for merely one body. 

Being away from Harry for the first time since they’d bonded felt more or less like she was leaving a limb behind and promising to come back. Which was to be expected, or at least that is what Harry told her. They were bonded, linked in spirit, through the rush of blood through their veins. It was nowhere near in the theatrical high schooler way of panic when a couple spends the weekend without seeing one another – it was a legitimate concern amongst their kind when a mating pair had to separate large distances. 

The yearning was like an ache that consumed them both all over, like icy needles of want that pricked them. Sure, they could call, but it had almost made it worse – she could see his face and hear his voice but she couldn’t reach out and fiddle with the hair at his nape, and he couldn’t worm his arm around her waist and draw her nearer to him in the middle of the night when he heard her shiver. Y/N couldn’t hide her face into the base of his throat and let her eyes flutter shut when they were cuddled on her couch, Grandpa warming their feet. Harry couldn’t hold her hand as they walked along the stream on the grounds, with the crystalline water that glittered in the beams of sunlight, and she couldn’t feel his laugh rumble through his chest when she says something that makes him pull her close and chuckle. 

In more direct terms, it fucking sucked. 

And maybe Y/N had forgotten how flirty guys and girls could be, but she was almost a hundred percent positive that she had never been the usual target of people’s conquering affections. If anything, she used to feel as if she practically repelled it, especially at home where she spent most nights alone and having her “dates” to dances be her friends. It was just something she was used to…the majority of the people she went to school with knew her from when she was deep in an attempt of a goth phase that never really stuck and saw her cry over Polar Express about thirty times, so she wouldn’t much want to fraternize with high school her either.

Yet, when she returns, it feels like the eyes on her are endless. Not in a confidence-boosting way at all – it was a way that made her skin crawl, the way it appeared like they were drinking her in, their eyes rolling up and down her body. When she and her old high school buddies went to a club one night, there had been a group of people and 6 out of the 8 found an excuse to hug her at some point. Some of them she could hear breathe in deep and at first, she had attributed it to everyone really liking her perfume, but when the next question that followed was, “Do you have a boyfriend?” She began to become a bit suspicious. 

She brought up to Niall – asked him if it were possible that there be other werewolves, who instead of staying sacred grounds, galavant through clubs and go around sniffing people. After a lengthy lecture about how she should have let him come with her like he asked, he kindly let her know that all packs were different, and while his and Harry’s had a pretty hefty mistrust for humans that were not her other packs may not care. May roam about and fuck around till their heart’s content, some even change people for fun. He told her that most likely, the people spotting her extra attention that they otherwise wouldn’t give is because she’s coated not only in the scent of a wolf but the potent scent of an alpha. One so strong and inviting that they can’t not find their way to her, caught off guard by the human body carrying it along like she’d spritzed it over her pulse points and walked out of the house. 

So they were intrigued beyond belief, wanting to sniff and to understand, hoping to question her but she was always creeped out enough that she slipped away before they had the chance. She forgets how intimate the wolf community is, surpassing human limits of personal space the nth degree, especially when she hasn’t been around them for a second. At first, where there had been snide glances and uncomfortable shifts in her presence, she is now greeted with arms encompassing her tightly, deep breathing and warm laughter as they share stories with her. They enjoy how she squeaks when they squeeze too tightly and even more so how Harry grins, watching them. 

“You are family,” he once told her, “They love you as I love you – though I do love you most.” 

And she was okay with that – with them – but strangers who like hugging tightly, whom she first mistakes for people her friends are introducing her to (or re-introducing her to), who just go in for a whiff? It’s unsettling, and she was far more cautious in the rest of the time she spent away. Along with far more yearning from the wolves she had become used to, this switch up left her rattled. 

So it’s safe to say, save for missing her friends and family back home, she was excited to go back. Ecstatic, even, and Harry was absolutely buzzing as well. 

“I will be there for you at the station!” He had exclaimed to her when she explained she was now boarding the train, “With a big ol’ sign, and flowers, like in them movies you showed me.” 

Low and behold, as promised, when she finally made it out of the terminal and into the main area of the station, Harry was with Niall, both holding up a large sign that had that read WE MISSED YOU  and the messy painted prints of the pups that had tracked all over the white paper. A bouquet of flowers the size of her head, ones freshly plucked from Miss. Tealy’s garden on the grounds (she let Y/N eat some of the berries she’d been growing once, and when Y/N had told her they were the best she’d ever tasted, Miss. Tealy frequently began requesting her if she and Harry weren’t caught up with something else), and a box of her favorite cookies from the bakery that she knew Maisie sent in her place (she was leaving for a week-trip to Germany that day, so she had to be at the airport). 

It was hard not to let her eyes well up, almost tripping over herself as she rushes over to them, walking briskly she had taken on the persona of someone in New York who has no time to get to the places they need to go. Her arms found Harry’s neck in seconds and he squeezed her so tightly that it was just about bone-crushing – if she hadn’t known any better, she would think that this was his intention. 

Even if it were though, she couldn’t say that she minded it. Being in his arms again felt drinking a cold glass of water at noon, on a sweltering summer day. She was overcome with such immense love that it felt like it might burst from her orifices, ooze from her until she’s melted into a puddle on the train station floor. The only reason she pulls back is to smother his face in kisses, from his forehead to his chin, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. And he giggled, trying to kiss her back but he barely could do to the onslaught of her own peckish kisses. 

“I missed you too,” she murmurs, nestling her nose in the bed of his throat and breathing in deep, though as she relaxes when Harry does the same he tenses up. Rigid as a board, and it’s so akin to how he was when they had met the very first time she recognizes it instantly. 

In her attempt to drawback and question him, his grip around her tightens, and she feels a low rumble of a growl threatening his chest, “You do not smell of me,” he notes – not in accusation, but annoyance is clearly laced through his words as he holds onto her tighter, “Niall told me of the people troubling you with unwanted attention but I had not known they were so close. You reek of them.” 

Her face drops into a pout, wiggling out of his arms with her brows furrowed, “You know the last thing you want to hear from your boyfriend after being away for two weeks is that you reek,” she chides him, turning to grab her suitcase, but she notices then that Niall had already grabbed the handle, “I showered about ten dozen times, so I don’t know why I still smell like them. I’m sorry.” 

His features soften at her words, head shaking urgently, “Do not apologize,” he tells her seriously, “It is to no fault of your own – you do not…reek in that sense of the word. I smell the others more than I can smell myself on you, so I must re-scent you.” He reaches out for her again, taking her by the wrist and pulling her back towards him, to which she goes easily, allowing him to burrow his face in her hair and wrap his arms around her in a much less organ popping way, “Which is not a problem by me.” 

Before Y/N can question what “re-scenting” actually indicates, Niall clears his throat dramatically, and Y/N and Harry both turn to face him, “Listen, I know the lot of you are lovebirds and s’precious, but I have not gotten a single ounce of attention for the five minutes you’ve been here, and I would just like to remind everyone I’m the reason you two met in the first place.” 

Snorting, Y/N rolls her eyes and slips from Harry in favor of giving Niall a hug, “Hi Ni, you know I missed you too.” 

“Could’ve fooled me,” he wraps the hand not occupied with the sign around her shoulders, giving her a firm squeeze, “Missed you too. Missed your cookies and Grandpa most though.”

Grandpa, who was now being retrieved from his carrier by Harry (who did not believe that any animal should be kept in a crate, and only allowed it when Y/N explained that he had to be), was wiggling happily in his arms and licking and slurping at his face. From a jealous puppy to werewolf correspondence, to being the only two beings in a room who understand each other wholeheartedly, was a wholesome development on their part. Harry adored Grandpa (if not for being bonded to him, Y/N would have assumed he missed him far more than he missed her), and when the security guard walks up to him to let him know that animals are not allowed outside of their carrier  in the station if they are not a service animal – she could see the flicker in Harry’s eyes that he was not going to allow it. 

“He will stay out of his crate,” he said sternly.

“Sir –” 

“Would you like to be put in a crate?” His voice is deepens, a dull growl that makes Niall stiffen and her heart race; it’s the voice of an alpha that encourages Niall to stand up taller, Y/N’s veins sizzle and her abdomen twinkles and warms, and the security guard shrinks away, “He is living and breathing, has his shots, and in no way violent. He will not be put in a crate.” 

The security guard nods, “Very well, Sir.” 

The power he emanates and oozes is maddening, radiating throughout the entire station, from wall to wall, and it is so all-encompassing that Y/N feels swallowed whole by it. In the absolute best way possible. Over the phone and on the screen, she forgets, because he doesn’t use that voice with her but when he is around his pack, or if she’s ever gotten him in public and something is occurring that is not up to part with his standards, he uses it. She hates the way it makes her insides twist and thighs squeeze together; the response is instinctive and apart from her – she’s usually got such a handle on her arousal, but when it comes to Harry and when it comes to that voice, she doesn’t have a handle on anything. 

Harry turns to them, a goofy smile painting his lips as Grandpa pants happily beside his face, a complete contrast to the man that had just been standing there before, “There is a great feast, awaiting you, my Love, we must go at once.” 

                                                       .                           .                           .

It was a second homecoming in the span of two weeks when she steps onto the grounds and inside of the now-familiar foyer. Werewolves, she finds, do not take well when their assumed human leave for any amount of time and come back smelling of others. So she was passed around like dinner plate as they all welcomed her with hugs, Grandpa following suit, sniffing and licking all of them, and in their own way, they were all scenting them both. At least taking the edge off of the other wolves, is what Niall said, when he embraces her one last time as to not look like he didn’t care that she apparently “reeked”. 

Dinner was set up already and her assigned spot besides Harry had already been set with food – all of which her favorite that she had tried since she’d been here. From vegetable shepherd’s pie with duchess potatoes to marmalade sponge pudding, about three separate slices of chocolate pie coated in rainbow sprinkles. The scent of the dining hall, in general, made her mouth water, and as Harry holds her chair out for her (as he always does), she tells him as such and he reaches out, stroking at her face tenderly. 

“The chefs have done their best work for you, I’ve made sure of it.” 

They eat till their stuffed full; Y/N feels as though her stomach had expanded three sizes and one more bite might make her pop. She tells them stories of her hometown, what she did in her absence, and how every single one of her friends just about gushed at the fact that she was with Harry. “They talked you up so much, I was almost jealous,” she told him as she cut into her slice of pie with the side of her fork, “Got irritated when they would be saying, ‘Oh he’s so hot’ or ‘God, look at the mouth on him!’ ‘cos like, no shit I know that – and they weren’t even bringing up how absolutely sweet you were. Didn’t want them objectifying you, s’why you didn’t video chat with any of ‘em.” 

Harry had made a point to keep their fingers interlocked the rest of their time at dinner, squeezing every so often, and she revels in how much she loves the feel of his hands on her skin. It almost feels urgent that she gets him to his bedroom then, and from the way they lock eyes towards the end of dinner when they’ve come around to collect the plates, she knows Harry is aware. More than aware, actually, of how she’s feeling, because not only has his body grown to match it, but he can smell it. He once told her, that the smell of her arousal commands his attention almost as instantly as her heart starts to pump a little faster, the blood rushing to her groin. 

(He told her this, because she had been trying to hide how needy she was for him when he was particularly busy. Though as they sat quietly in his office, him bent over papers and Y/N silently reading, he had slammed his palm against the desk in a clap that echoed through the room, dragging her attention to him, “How am I meant to focus, when you smell so enticing? Why have you not asked me to tend to you?”) 

However, both of them were filled to the brim with food and feeling sluggish and slow, and so sleepy. Y/N couldn’t fathom doing any vigorous activity other than trying to find a suitable snuggling position in bed, and when she tells Harry as much he looks grateful. Though, just as soon as Y/N lies beside him after switching into her pajamas (made of the finest threads of silk, from Harry as a gift for Christmas, despite him feeling it was a baseless holiday and he feels he should be able to gift her things because he wants to and not out of obligation for the season), he drags her to him so closely that barely a slip of paper could fit in between. He dips his nose into her neck and rubs the tip against the skin of her throat, his arm encircling her waist so that she could barely even wiggle. 

Soon, where his nose was, his lips meet in a soft press against her throat. She thinks at first he’s just being sweet – he liked neck kisses – but then he captures the skin, sucking it between his lips and pinching at it with his teeth. A gasp slides from her throat, her eyes opening up wider as she’s hit with a short gust of liveliness from where she had been slowing down for bed. The hand of his arm tucked around her, is tucked between her and that mattress as if to hold her even closer, as he works the skin over, only parting to lick the broad of his tongue around the tender skin. 

When she cranes her neck to look at him, he pushes their mouths together with little warning or thought, a smear of lips that makes her body tingle. He slides his tongue in between her lips and curls it around her own, no hesitation, no playful flirtiness to it like he sometimes did, but full, needy strokes like this was all he had been thinking about. All that he could think about. 

The hand that had been at her side, slides up to her cheek and cradles her face, aiding her in turning so that he could more adequately invade her mouth. He shifts so that he is halfway on top of her, his thighs astride her own, his cock throbbing to life in the small, tight pair of boxers he wore. They were the ones he chose when he couldn’t be arsed to go fetch his laundry. He’d long since outgrown them, but Y/N is often grateful that he kept them around, given they left very little to the imagination and the cotton – while worn – was soft (which, in filthier connotations, was very nice to grind against). 

“Need you to smell like me,” he parts from her mouth but doesn’t stray far, speaking the words against her tongue as she flickers it against his plushy, swollen bottom lip, “Inside and out.” 

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Harry has always been an impassioned and fervent lover. 

Ever since the first time, when she’d been thrown into a false heat, he was diligent and dominant, made her thighs quake, kissed her breathless, held her close, rocked into her hard, and made her melt in the best way possible. He was enthusiastic and always came in what felt like waves, filling her so full that she leaked of him. Sex with Harry had always felt like such a transcending experience, she came out feeling enlivened and refreshed – exhausted as all get out but like she could conquer the world if she really wanted to. 

And right then was no different. 

He slides his tongue against her in these slow, stroking movements, his hand cradling her jaw in his palm so gently. Harry had wiggled over so that the heavy, heated bulge that sat heavy between his thighs was hovering just over where she coveted for him. Their noses were pressed together, where his other hand is at her hip – the fabric of her shirt had skated up her side, so his fingers dug into the bare skin. It felt like touching white-hot fire against her, her hips rolling upward idly, and just barely grazing against him. 

Harry’s so hard, she knows that he must be aching for it, and when he tucks his covered cock to the crotch of her panties, he rolls his hips in these deep, digging motions. Her veins fizzle and spark, her own fingers finding themselves burrowed in his curls, bucking back up against him with her toes curling. A wet, throaty gasp pops from her throat against his mouth as she curls her legs around his hips to keep him close, as he undulated his hips against her. 

It’s so good and hot and sweaty; she’s full, sleepy, her eyes heavy but she feels so nice. She’s being satiated in every way she could think possible, as the fabric of her panties grew damper with each roll. He parts from her only to breathe but they’re so wrapped up in one another they’re just sucking in each other’s air. It’s humid, her skin beginning to perspire, and Harry was always so warm in general that it contributed to the growing heat, especially the one that pulsates throughout her entire being. 

“Sweet little thing,” he murmurs, his lips stroking against her own with each word he spoke, and she pushes forward to capture them for a second but he parts, “I can smell how wet you are. Can practically taste it,” he pauses the ministration of his hips and laughs when she whines, their noses pushing together for a moment as he draws backward, “You want me to taste you?” 

She nodded quickly and Harry hums, slipping down to her chest, displacing the soft material of the pajama top she wore and sliding her breast in the divet of his thumb and forefinger. He takes her nipple into his mouth, pursing his lips and suckling, and her back arches some to press closer to him. It felt so good. So incredibly, horribly good, and he was nowhere precise or meticulous; it was truly feral, wet and sloppy. When he switches, he drags the fabric further, only this time he tears the fabric down the middle and Y/N gasps loudly but he couldn’t be bothered. Instead, he drags her other nipple into his mouth and wettens it with his tongue, sucking and nipping at the bud as it pebbled beneath his attention. 

Icy hot tendrils of arousal spike down her abdomen; she feels herself pulsate, feeling herself drip into her panties. His movements downward are brisk, but harsh suckled bites at the tender skin of her belly, his fingers digging into her panties and ripping them at the elastic. It snaps back against her, a sting that strips up to her hip bone but she has no time to mourn the black cotton because Harry’s burying his face into her cunt like he was starved. His tongue slips between her licks, deep grinds of the wet muscle from her hole to the swollen bud. 

She’s throbbing, all the blood rushing to her clit as Harry demonstrates his desire wholeheartedly. Slurping and lapping, moving is head side to side and moaning; it’s so wet, like he’s drooling over her, sloppy and messy, these groans that rattle through her body and vibrate her bones. One hand slaps down beside her side, fingers dug into the sheets beside her, and the other tangling up in his hair, which was now even more unruly than when she had left. His eyes had long since fluttered shut like he was soaking in and enjoying every moment of tasting her. He always licked into her like it was his first and final time – like he had to commit it to memory in every way he could.

“Harry,” she moans breathlessly, and Harry hums against her as his response – her whole body quivers, “Fuck, you feel so – you feel so good.” 

He hums again, removing his hand from where he was pressing on her thigh to keep her spread out for him, and her parts for just a moment so he can place two fingers at her entrance. Her mouth drops open soundlessly but her breath gets caught in her throat, as he sinks them in slow, looking down at it with a small smile before his eyes glitter up to hers, “You haven’t touched yourself since we were together last, hmm?” 

Her cheeks warm at his inference, nodding her head – it was true; no matter how hard done by she felt, there was no use in her own hands anymore. When she tried, she was just left with an unyielding want for him, a distinct tugging at her chest that beckoned for his fingers, his cock, his tongue. To have his nose smushed up against her mound as he slurped and sucked and licked her dry. Harry had completely ruined her for anything bringing her an orgasm that wasn’t him.

And the bastard knew it! He knew it so well, from that stupidly cocky and beautiful smile that tilts at his lips, “You’re going to cum already.” He remarks thoughtfully, sighing, “So sensitive today, Pet.” 

“Stop teasing me,” she whined, shuffling down, letting her hips thrust forward against his hand. He’s got two fingers inside of her, stroking against the soft, spongy bump that makes her thighs squeeze and tremble, her walls rhythmically throb around him as his palms pressed close to her clit, “How m’I supposed to hold off when you’re doing all that?” 

Tutting his tongue lowers his palm and lets his other hand slide into his ministrations, using the pad of  his thumb to gently guide her clit in smooth, round little circles that make the muscles in her abdomen visibly tense, “I’m not teasing.” He tells her, eyes trained on the wet little gash between her legs, “If I were teasing then I would just –” he slides his hands from her, leaving her empty, and cold, pushing his fingers into his mouth. 

“No!” She gasps, wriggling to try and get closer to his fingers and his mouth again, “No, no, don’t –” 

“Look how needy you are,” he hums, framing her pussy with his hands, his thumbs holding her open as her hole clenches and squeezes, “Begging me to claim you – make you smell like me all over.” He murmurs, leaning down and letting the very tip of his tongue dip inside of her, groaning against her, and sinking in further. She thinks if it were up to him, he would lick her completely dry. 

Harry giggles against her as he swirls his tongue in a circle, before peeling back again, only this time he scales up her body, pushes a kiss to her mouth so she can taste herself on his tongue as he draws his boxers down. His cock slaps up against his abdomen soundly, stiff as a rock, with the aching, purpled head leaking precum in a rivulet down the side. The tip was shiny and her mouth waters instantaneously like she’s one of Pavlov’s dogs stuck in a Cathedral. 

She would beckon that he let himself into her mouth, maybe rock his hips into with his hands cradling her jaw like she’d asked him to before, but he’s got a way about him when he isn’t in the mood for a blowie. The way his eyes are blown, his movements are gentle, yet quick, and the urgency in which he lines himself up with her are a few telltale signs, to say the least. He circles the head around her soaked lips, his pillowy mouth dropping open just a little, his brows furrowing in pleasure as he revels in the feeling. 

He sinks into her slowly, groaning out loud that he muffled by latching his teeth around the juncture of her neck and shoulder (his favorite spot). Y/N struggles to keep from pushing him deeper, but she refrains from it, letting him ease in how he likes. Harry wants to feel every ridge, every curve, every wall; like he’s memorizing how she feels inside. She wonders if he closes his eyes, he can feel her – she can feel him when she focuses on it enough. Can feel the wide head stroking against her insides, nudging and bumping into all the spots that make her toes curl.

The first rock of his hips is just a small roll, where his hips are still tucked against her thighs, and it shifts her body upward against the sheets. This is when Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closely (“Are you trying to keep me in, Baby? Don’t have to worry about me pulling out – might just have to walk around with you snug on my cock.” He had once said, and she almost hates how much she would love it), her arms around his neck, so that their fronts are mashed together. Another pretty noise leaves his lips, this time as he unbeds his teeth from her skin, moving so that he was slipping their mouths together again. He slips his tongue between her lips, drinking in the heady moan that leaves him when he starts up a steady pace. 

They’re so close that she can feel the muscles in his stomach tense and relax, moving beneath the skin as the filthy sounds of him fucking into her begin to feel the room. The thwack their bodies colliding that reverberates in her ear like a beat, his fingertips dug deep in her thigh while his other hand kept him held up as he pressed it against the headboard, working with the balance he’s deviating onto his knees. 

Y/N would ride him if she could but she knew well enough that he needed this and she needed this. Needed the raw, primal energy of him fucking into deep, hard, alternating between slow and quick – it made the both of them feel better. She had missed him so desperately, to feel this close after being so far apart was like stumbling upon a hot spring in Antarctica. Their souls have tied and knotted, their hearts beating as one, her eyes water from the undulating pleasure of being loved and getting brought to a mind-shattering orgasm after weeks of nothing. 

She reburies her hand in his hair, tangling her fingers up in the strands and she clenches around him when he lets out a low growl as she tugs, “Make you smell like me, Puppy,” he murmurs, almost more to himself than to her, “Bloody fucking bastards had their hands all over you – don’t they know you’re mine?” He cradles her face, running a thumb over her cheek and Y/N peers up into his soft, green irises with a blurry gaze. Harry doesn’t worry when she cries during sex – mostly because he can feel deep within his being when she’s actually upset, but partly because he just knows…he knows she gets so overwhelmed by the sensations of everything, she can’t help but tear up. “Don’t they know I’m your Alpha?” 

“They know,” she feels the first telltale sign of her orgasm bristling at the edges, “You feel so good – you smell so good, they know, they know and if they don’t I’ll tell them myself. Show them all my bite marks.” 

Harry groans, nodding and leaning forward to smear his mouth over hers, reaching down to her clit and rubbing tight little circles into it. Y/N’s thighs squeeze around him tightly, her orgasm ripples through her in hot waves of static, that sizzles through her body in electric waves. She moans against his mouth and he swallows the sound down, his own orgasm striking him, his knot slipping inside of her. He’s cumming in hot spurts that coat her walls, filling her up and despite his locking with her some still manage to slip out (she can feel it). Harry cumming in her is one of her favorite feelings, as he throbs and pulses, his hips twitch and buck, his grip on her – wherever it may be – tightens up and holds her close. He empties everything he’s got until she feels full and she revels in it. 

As they both come down, Harry’s eyes flutter open with a dreamy smile that he gives her, and her heart leaps against her ribcage, “I missed you.” He tells her for at least the twentieth time that night, “With my whole being.” 

She returns his smile, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I missed you more.” 

His brows tilted, “There is no possible way,” he repositions them so that she was lying on her side and he was spooning her from behind, his arms wrapped back around her, one palm warm palm on her stomach. He dips his face into her throat, breathing in deep, and a low rumbled purr begins to rattle through him. To know that he’s comfortable soothes her even more than she had been, as her eyes began to flutter. The exhaustion that they had felt prior catches back up with them, she can tell as they melt into each other. 

“Come with me next time,” she tells him, “Come meet my family.” 

He pauses, raising his head and him shifting makes Y/N crane her neck to peek at him, “You want me to? Even though I am – I am –” 

“Perfect?” Y/N finishes for him, not allowing him to get insecure about his nature, “Yes, I want you to, even though you’ll definitely show me up.” 

And Harry breaks into a cheek splitting grin, moving forward to kiss her again, his hold on her even tighter than before.

[summahsunlight]

Worth the Risk, Part 8

Rating: Mature(18+only)

Word Count: 1881

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe.  After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

Warnings:  Angst, swearing, Ben Solo makes a cameo appearance

Taglist: @fanfic-addict-98, @thescarletknight2014, @blushingwueen, @americasass-romanoff, @ginger-swag-rapunzel​, @spider-starry​, @totelpoedameron​, @captain-america5​, @liadamerondjarin​, @m1rkw00dpr1ncess​

Taglist is still open! Let me know if you would like to be added☺️This time Reader is played by Haley Atwell. As always, likes, asks, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I love to hear your thoughts, so please don’t be shy❤️

Three weeks had passed since Poe rejoined the Army, but to you it felt more like a lifetime. You hadn’t heard from him since he left and you suspected you wouldn’t hear from him for a while; the mail was incredibly slow during war. Never-the-less, you checked each day to see if Poe had sent you a letter--in between preparing your unit of nurses for deployment. 

Hux was even more prickly than normal. Many of the nurses stayed clear of him, but you, being in charge of the nurses had to deal with him on a daily basis. You dealt with it though because you wanted your nurses to be prepared for the mission to France. Everyone was anxious and on edge-- Hux were just being downright cruel. 

You tolerated it because you were afraid if you said anything, Hux would inform the Army of your relationship with Poe and ship you back to America. You were more helpful here in Europe--so you kept your mouth shut. And when you knew Hux wasn’t around, you would take out the photograph you had of Poe and look at it, longingly. 

There was a void inside your soul without Poe around. You missed his arms around you, you missed the way he would gently kiss your nose when he thought you were being adorable; you missed his hand in yours as you walked around the hospital grounds. All you could do for now was pray that he was safe and that he stayed safe in the coming days. 

It was that night, you got your first letter from Poe. Locking yourself in your room, you read it, holding tightly to the photograph of Poe you kept with you at all times.

May 16, 1944

My darling, I miss you more than words can say. Being back at the barracks, with my boys is surreal. It was like being with you was a dream that I was forced to wake up from I know that this is where I need to be, that my country needs me to fight the tyranny that is Germany--but my heart just longs to be with you.

The boys keep making fun of me, of course. It’s all in good nature. I don’t mind it, really. They need an outlet, they need an escape from the hell that our lives have become since entering this war. Although, I did threaten Arana I was going to tell lies about him so you wouldn’t want to set him up with any of your friends. For now, that seems to have shut him up. I know that they mean and everyone is on edge with the talk of invading Normandy.

I keep hearing that the next mission might be the most important one we’ve undertaken to date. Some are saying that it we take Normandy, we’ll win the war. God, I hope they are right. I’m so tired of fighting in this war, sweetheart. I just want to go home--I want to take you home with me to meet my father. I think he’d loved you. Actually, I know he would love you.

Stay strong, love. I know I don’t have to say it to you because you are the strongest person I know, but it never hurts to hear it. I love you, I love you so much. One day, we’ll be together again. 

All my heart,

Poe

You closed your eyes, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks. Absentmindedly your fingers reached up to the chain around your neck and slid down to find the ring hanging off the end. It might be days before you heard any news on Poe and if he had survived the invasion. 

Finding some paper, you wrote back to him. Unlike Poe, you were able to let him know what was going on, that your unit was going to be deployed to France once the beaches of Normandy were secure. Of course, you understood that those words held a false sense of security. Enemy forces could still attack while your unit was treating wounded there. It was much more dangerous being on the frontlines than in a hospital, but for some men, medics and nurses on the frontlines were the best hope for survival.

It’s quiet here without you, my love. Please stay safe for me. I love you so, so, so much. You pressed your lips to the paper, leaving a perfect red impression of your lips there. Come back to me, Poe. 

Placing your letter in an envelope, you addressed it to him and put it down on your desk to mail in the morning.

Folding his letter up, you placed it in the jewelry box that you kept his photo in at night, along with some dried up flowers he had given you. Snapping the lid shut, you hugged the box to your chest. You had gone to church every Sunday with your parents as a child, but after everything you had seen you constantly questioned the existence of God. If he was there, if he was listening, then you prayed to him that he’d keep your pilot safe.

“Y/N?” Rey’s voice said on the other side of your door. “Are you in there?”

“Yes!” you called, putting the box down and wiping your tears.

“Can I come in?” “Yes, it’s unlocked.”

Rey stepped into your room. She gave you a sad look, like she knew you had been reading Poe’s letter and missing him. “I doubled checked all our supplies; we’re ready to leave when the Army gives us the okay.”

Slowly you nodded. “Listen, Rey,” you said, softly, unable to look her in the eyes. “I think you’re a wonderful nurse, but the Army is only sending my enlisted unit. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but I just found out. Hux informed me. Only enlisted nurses are going to the front lines, not civilian ones.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “But I want to help! I can’t go just because I’m not a member of the U.S Army?”

“It’s not like you won’t be needed here.”

“But I want to go with you and Jessika; I want to go with my friends.”

“Please, Rey, don’t make this harder...”

“I thought you trusted me?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. “I do Rey, but you’re a civilian nurse; you didn't sign up for the dangers of treating the wounded on the frontlines.”

Rey glared at you, furiously, before opening your door and slamming it shut in your face. You were left standing in your room, fists clenched, and hating yourself for how you had told her. You should have told her the moment you found out but you knew she’d be angry. She was passionate about helping, but because she was a civilian she wasn’t going to be allowed to go to the frontlines.

Part of you was happy about this. Rey was nineteen. She shouldn’t be going to the frontlines. There were already enough young men her age dying, you hated to think about the same happening to Rey.

That night you night you fell asleep, crying; crying over how far away Poe was, crying for Rey and crying because you knew the horrific future that was a head of you when you left for France.

----

“Dameron, wake up,” Snap said, shaking him.

“What’s going on?” Poe mumbled, opening his eyes. 

“Time to go.”

Poe quickly got out of bed. His crew had been preparing for this mission for the last three weeks. Looking at maps, training runs--but the day had finally arrived. June 5, 1944.  There mission was to fly paratroopers to a drop sight in Normandy over night, so the troops could be begin securing important locations prior to the invasion beginning in the morning. It had already been delayed a day, so Poe and the rest of his crew had been catching up on sleep in anticipation of flying overnight.

Slipping into his leather flight jacket, Poe followed Snap outside of the barracks towards the planes being fueled up for their trip. The captain of the paratrooper until that they were in charge of flying to Normandy stepped forward. “You the pilot?”

Nodding, Poe glanced at the boys loading his plane. Lord, some of them couldn’t be more than eighteen, nineteen years old. “I am. Captain Poe Dameron,” he said, introducing himself. “Welcome aboard my crew.”

“Captain Ben Solo,” the other man said, shaking his hand. “Get us to Normandy, Dameron, and you have a friend for life in us.”

“Gonna do my best,” Poe said, firmly. “I can’t promise a smooth ride; weather hasn’t been great over France the last few days--but I’ll get you there.”

Solo gave him a soft grin before boarding the plane himself. Snap glanced at Poe with a shake of his head. “And they say we’re the crazy ones for flying--what possess a man to strap a parachute on and willingly jump from a moving plane?”

Poe laughed and pat his friend on the back. He climbed into the cockpit of their C-47. His crew consisted of Snap, Iolo and a their radio operative, a young man from Oklahoma that Snap had affectionately nicknamed kid. “Ready?” he asked his crew.

Snap gave him a thumbs up. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Arana chimed in, “Let’s go leave the German’s a little surprise, shall we?”

His radio operative nodded and said he was just waiting to hear the word that they were given clearance to take-off.

Grinning, Poe started the plane up. He touched the photograph of you he had taped to his panels. He took a deep breath. This was his first mission since the crash and he felt butterflies in his stomach. If he crashed this time, there was so much more at stake--his crew, the paratroopers--you. He couldn’t fail. “Sweetheart,” he whispered to your photograph. “I love you. This is for you.”

“You alright, Dameron?” Snap asked, noticing his eyes on your photo.

“Yeah. Just hope I see her again,” Poe sighed.

“Hey, you will.”

“Wish I had your faith, Snap.”

“I have to tell myself that every time I get in the cockpit--that I will see Karé again. Otherwise, I’m scared shitless about what’s to come.” 

“Even if I think I’ll see her again, I’m still scared shitless, Snap. This invasion is going to make or break our chances for victory. And if we don’t win--I don’t want to think about what happens if we don’t win.”

Snap was silent. The truth was that he had the same fears as Poe. He gave the younger man a long, sad look before patting Poe confidently on the shoulder. 

Poe set his jaw. Yes, he was terrified, but he knew that they had a job to do. Glancing around at his crew, they were depending on him to get them back to the barracks safely. And the paratroopers, they were depending on this crew to pull through and get them to Normandy. 

The world was depending on them.

“Captain,” the radio operative said, “we’ve been given permission to take off.”

“Alright boys,” Poe said as he eased the plane onto the runway, “Let’s do this.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #317

i’m tired as a motherfucker and don’t feel like thinking up some lyrics, so here, jus have the survey.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No. French fries or onion rings? French fries. I don't like onion rings. Do you suffer from anxiety? Very badly. Favorite healthy snack? "Apples and peanut butter are one of them." <<<< Same, actually. Good shit. Favorite Disney movie? Forever and always The Lion King. If you see a bee in your house.. are you going to kill it? I hate to say it, but I'm killing it. Do you normally take a shower in the morning or at night? Morning. Do you have a cat? Yeah. What is your favorite animal? It will always be meerkats. Always. Do you know what time you were born? 10:30 AM, I believe. Do you like McDonalds? I'm gonna be real: I've never understood the McDonald's hate. I enjoy it perfectly fine. I mean it's certainly not gourmet, but I'll choose it over other fast food places sometimes. It's cheap and decent food, imo. What's your favorite flower? Orchids. Have you thought about joining the military? FUCK no. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Given my PTSD, I think it's pretty obviously Jason. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah, but not a lot. I never enjoyed them much. Have you ever wanted to be on a game show? Not seriously, no. I wouldn't want to be on television. Have you ever vaped? Nah. Who was the last person to give you a hug? Either my niece or nephew. Have you ever been on TV? I don't think so, no. What's your favorite store in the mall? Hot Topic, ugggghhhhh take me there. Has anyone ever told you that you have an accent? Yeah, especially when I was younger when I definitely did have a clear Southern accent. Do you have any piercings? Yeah, six. I have been DYING for a new one lately... How did your parents meet? Work. What was your first word? "Dada." Do you eat more healthy food or junk food? Somewhere in the middle, I'd say. What do you spend too much money on? When it's my own money, tattoos. I think I'll be perfectly capable of doing it, but when I'm employed, I'm going to have to watch how much I invest into those. What is a disturbing episode of an otherwise non-disturbing show? What is a disturbing show (or one you would describe as one) is enjoyable to you? Meeeh I don't watch enough for this. What is the most memorable song in a movie? How about a show? Oh wow, I dunno. "Circle of Life" from TLK is a beauty, as is "Strangers Like Me" from Tarzan. There really are a lot. As for shows, "Carry On My Wayward Son" from Supernatural will immediately get fans screaming the lyrics, haha. However, I don't know if that song properly counts since it wasn't written just for the show, but whatever. What is something you’re grateful for that humans have made/have continued to make exist? What about something that you wish that humans didn’t destroy? The Internet, whew. I wish humans would stop destroying the fucking environment. It's heartbreaking how many woods are wiped away here for construction, only to never be built on... While evil men are commonly talked about, what woman would you consider the most evil? I don't know, but it would probably be a rapist or pedophile. Those are probably the people I abhor most. Do you believe children can be evil? If so, what child from history do you believe to have been the most evil? I don't really think children are born evil, no. I've never heard of a diabolical baby or anything. I think the environment they are raised in molds them as they age. I don't know about the last question. Name one way that music can be bad for humans. It can be depressing sometimes, actually dragging your mood down, especially if you already feel low. What has been one of the most blatant advertising in a movie, show, or music video? Some of these questions are hard man, idfk lol. What book have you read/listened to that “messed you up” (or made you have a lot of negative feelings afterward)? Johnny Got His Gun left me feeling so spiteful towards and disappointed in the world. It definitely made me feel down for a while. If you have a pet, what is the best thing that you have for them (either a toy, a highly rated food, etc)? If you don’t have one but would like one, have you thought about what you would get your pet? We definitely don't have the money for "high quality" stuff. What works, works. Did you ever know anyone who was (previously) a part of a cult? What cult? Were you ever a part of one? No. What is something that is legal right now that really shouldn’t be? I'm stealing the previous person's answer by saying fireworks. They have a horrible effect on animals and PTSD victims and is just litter and a fire hazard. What is a movie you consider successful/good that did not have high reviews? I'm not educated enough on movie rankings. When you met the person you now like, what happened? We hugged and cried a bit lmao. Did you realize anything today? No. What do you want to do today? It'd be nice to get off my ass and get Emerson's birthday pictures into Lightroom so Ashley can finally have them... Can you honestly say you’d risk your life for someone else? I know with certainty I would for some people. Could you forgive a boyfriend or friend who physically hurt you? Ha, nope, byyyyeee~ What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? Ugh... So one night when I was lying down to go to bed but also texting Jason, I was being playful and joked for him to sing me to sleep. He sent me a video for "The Mortician's Daughter" by Black Veil Brides (one of his favorite bands) and just pasted the lyrics, and I thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever. I went to bed listening to it and just smiling. It's why I just don't listen to it anymore. I shouldn't have even talked about it, soooo next question. What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? Ummm South Africa, Yellowstone National Park, Germany, Alaska, and the Bahamas, maybe. How many tattoos would you like to have? I'm gonna be a fuckin mural. I want tats pretty much everywhere. What question do you hate to answer? "What do you like to do for fun?" What's your favourite animated or cartoon program? Fullmetal Alchemist. What do you think the greatest invention has been? Electricity. What's your favourite movie quote? I dunno, I don't really have one. Do you prefer digital or analogue clocks? Analogue clocks are way more elegant and can be beautifully decorated. Who is your favorite foreign singer/musician? Do you translate his or her lyrics? If you exclude English-speaking foreign bands, like from the UK, Rammstein for sure. I can translate some of them. Say something in a foreign language? "Liebe" means "love" in German. What is a weather-type that you like that not many others do? Snow, for sure. I've never understood the "ew, snow" type of people. It's so pretty. Granted, it's rare here, so it's more of a treat down here, but still. Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? Sara has a beautiful voice. What was the last word you learned? I have no clue, given how bad my memory is becoming... It's hard for me to learn anything nowadays, because it doesn't stick. What is your favorite culture? (that you find most interesting): I'll be honest, I'm not very well-informed on foreign cultures. Due to taking so many classes though, I do find German culture to be quite appealing. They are very serious about honesty (for example, telling someone you're okay when you're not is frowned upon in small talk, even), as well as manners. I would love to experience their lifestyle. Have you ever watched anime porn? I've never watched porn to begin with. If you got paid $3 million to smoke meth one time would you do it? Nope. I'm not risking addiction or death. Are ladybugs cute? Yesssss. Will you leave the house without fragrance on? Yeah, I usually do. Do you make good money doing what you do? I'm unemployed. I've only ever worked minimum wage jobs. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries, yum. And kiwi. What do you think of horses? I love them! Are you doing something with your life that matters? Ugh, I don't feel like it. Do you like gravy on your mashed potatoes? I hate gravy. What is the dirtiest rap song you have ever heard? Nicole played "WAP" once when I was in the car and I wanted to die. What about a dirty song in any other genre? "Bitches" by Hollywood Undead MIGHT be rap, but idk? What even is their genre???? But anyway, as much as I love the song, it's dirty as shit. What is a genre of music you simply can't stand? Rap, generally. What is, in your opinion, the best way of dealing with a break up? Lots and lots of self-care and focusing on loving yourself and realizing your worth lies in yourself and not another person. What flavor of Doritos do you like best? Cool Ranch, of course. Would you ever go to a comedy club? Yeah, sure. Why is it that photography is becoming a trend? Because it's art, and people enjoy art???????? What is the funniest movie you have ever seen? White Chicks gets me way harder than it should lmao. Would you ever consider dating someone who lived across the country? I guess, so long it was the plan that we'd eventually move in together, and effort was being made to achieve that once we got pretty serious. Do you have a tattoo? If you do, describe the pain you went through when getting it done. Well, I have six, so I'll just talk about my first one, which was on my wrist. It really isn't bad, especially once you've adjusted to the pain. I think the best metaphor would be that it's like lightly pinching a cat scratch. Outlining is the worst part, imo. What is your favorite bookstore? I don't have one. Who was the last person to tell you that you were cute? I have no idea. When was the last time you had a fever? How high did it go? Oh, I couldn't tell you. Those are very rare for me. How many times do you think that you’ve truly been in love before? With who? Twice, with Jason and Sara. Do you prefer French kissing, or regular kissing more, and why? I mean, this depends on the mood as well as how serious we are. Have you ever been married before? How many times? No. Who do you know that gives the best hugs? Summer has always been a big, strong hugger like I am. Have you ever dated someone of the same gender before? Yeah. Who do you consider to be your hero? My mom. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them. Sara. She's a very caring, strong, creative, just overall amazing person who stands firmly for what she feels is right, and we can't forget about her incredible loyalty, nor her absolute adoration for animals, reptiles especially. How much did your car cost? I don't have my own car. What is the last picture you received on your phone of? Sara sent me a photo of Martha, her ball python. Do you have any friends that actually model? No. Do you keep condoms in your room? No, considering I have no reason to. Do you follow any special diet? (dairy free, vegetarian, gluten free etc.) No, but I desperately want to return to being vegetarian. Vegan would be even better, but I know I'm absolutely not capable of that. What is an appliance you don’t have, but would love to have? uhhhhh Which keys on your keyboard are worn out the most? My "a," "s," and "d" from gaming. If you could be any supervillain, which would you be? Ha, I could probably pull off Harley Quinn pretty easily. Though "super"villain sounds a bit strong for her. What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? Either Covid or 9/11, probably. What’s the scariest non-horror movie? I personally think the idea behind Johnny Got His Gun is fucking terrifying. What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? More beautiful than "amazing," but whatever. I can't think of anything else. Jason's mother actually left his father to go back home to New York when he cheated on her, but he followed her all the way there, and they wound up reconciling and were very happily married since. They were a spectacular couple, and I miss them a lot. What brand are you most loyal to? I have no idea. It's hard to be loyal to any when you're not the one buying products. Where are you not welcome anymore? Well, speaking of him, probably Jason's house, haha... I feel that if I just showed up there, his parents would honestly be super happy to see me and want to catch up, but Jason, not so much. I doubt Colleen would welcome me into her house, either. What’s the most recent show you’ve binge-watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender w/ Sara. What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? Just... adult stuff. Paying bills. Having a stable job. Passing their driver's test. What are some misconceptions about your hobby? We'll use forum roleplay here, in which case I know a very common misconception is that it's sexual in nature and is a kink. It's never been that for me. It's about building unique, complex characters in a vast universe of your creativity, meshing with other's. It's a beautiful thing to me. What’s the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? Oh, I'm sure something with Mom... because she is absolutely never wrong. What’s the longest rabbit hole you’ve been down? Conspiracy theories on YouTube, aha... What odd smell do you really enjoy? I really enjoy the smell of lilacs, though I know people who think they smell too strong and/or just stink. If you had a HUD that showed three stats about any person you looked at, what three stats would you want it to show? Hm, interesting question. Maybe approachability, moral alignment, and mood. What is your favorite flavor of pop tart? I really like the chocolate sundae ones. Gum? I really like fruit-flavored gums, especially watermelon or strawberry. Last song you sang along to? I sang a bit to "Second Chance" by Shinedown. Are you fascinated by rivers? Yeah, sure. Streams, more specifically, because you can see the bottom and walk more safely in them. I love exploring those. Do you live near a volcano? No, and I plan on keeping it that way, haha. How big is the screen on your digital camera? I dunno, the normal size for a Canon? Do you find train whistles comforting? No. What bird is the cutest? Oh, that's so hard. I love the pastel-colored ones, and hummingbirds are like, universally cute. Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? No, that's actually really cool. Do big eyes freak you out? On people? Generally, no. I tend to find them cute, actually, especially on girls, but I've definitely seen people with big eyes that instead look kinda creepy. Have you ever walked on a frozen lake/river? Hm, I'm actually not sure. I don't believe so, though. Have you ever held a real sword? No. Have you ever seen a tree over 100 years old? Uh, realistically, probably? That's not that old in the grand scheme of trees, is it? Do you feel uncomfortable at fancy restaurants? I can sometimes, yes. I feel very out-of-place.

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ONE HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE - THE NETHERLANDS (3)

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Summary: Bailey follows Happy to the Netherlands.

Another few days passed before I noticed anything else suspicious that involved Peter. Besides Night Monkey, who I knew was him and I choose to ignore. I was waiting at the compound for Happy. We were meant to go over security for the upcoming gala. FRIDAY had notified me that he had arrived. But almost as soon as he did, Happy had rushed to a company jet and took off. I waited a bit to see if he would send me a message as to why, but he never did. I decided that I needed to figure out what was going on. My suit formed around me and I took off, with FRIDAY setting me on the course to follow Happy. As I flew, I got an incoming video call from Bucky.

“Hey babe,” I smiled. “What’s up?”

“Where are you going?” He worried.

“I think Peter’s in trouble. Happy missed our scheduled meeting and took off in a company jet. I also can feel Peter. And his emotions are concerning. So, I’m following Happy.”

“I’m guessing Fury didn’t listen to you again?”

“I’m guessing that too.”

“Stay safe doll. And let me know if you need back up. Love you.”

“Will do. And I love you too. I promise to be home soon.” Ending the call.

I followed the jet to the Netherlands, where I watched jet land in a field of flowers. Peter was in that field, feeling guilty, scared, upset, and in pain. 

“Peter?” Happy called as he walked out of the jet. “Are you okay?” 

“Happy, is that you?” Peter asked, limping. 

“Is it me? Yeah, of course it’s me!”

“Stop!” Peter demanded. “Tell me something only you would know.”

“Only I would know… uhh…” Happy looked around, seemly trying to remember something only he would know. “Remember when we went to Germany? You pay-per-viewed a video in your room? They didn’t list the titles, but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk and you didn’t know how I knew?” 

“Okay! Okay, fine. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you, stop.” Peter limped over to Happy and pulled him into a hug. “It’s so good to see you.” 

I landed behind Peter, my suit disappearing. “Peter?” I called.

He quickly let go of Happy and spun around. He stood defensively in front of the man, like he was scared I would attack them. “Bailey?”

“It’s me Peter.” I took a careful step towards the two.

“Tell me something only you would know.”

“We first met in the office at your school. I grabbed scissors and cut my palm to show that you could trust me.”

Peter rushed over to me and pulled me into him, burring his head in my neck. “It’s you.”

“It’s me… You’re okay…” I hugged him back, giving Happy a worried look.

“Peter, you’ve got to tell us what the hell is going on here,” Happy said.

We made our way inside and I insisted that I heal Peter. Happy was pulling things out of the wounds as I was healing others. Peter explained that he had found out that Quentin Beck, was behind the attacks. Before he found the truth, he had given EDITH away to Beck. I wasn’t the happiest about finding that out but I knew that it wasn’t the right time to get mad at the kid. I had FRIDAY trying to get back into EDITH, after realizing that she was blocked.

“Ouch,” Peter grumbled.

“I thought you had super strength?” Happy tried to lighten the mood.

“It still hurts.” 

“Having super strength doesn’t get rid of pain, Hap,” I stated. “You’d think you’d know that after all these years with me.”

Happy pulled more glass, causing Peter to clench his eyes shut. “Happy, come on.” 

He was really tense, not helping either of us work on him. “All right, relax.” I said.

“Just a few more…” Happy warned. “There we go.”

“Oh, my gosh!” Peter exclaimed, hitting the table with his fist.

“Relax!”

Peter jumped up from his seat. “Don’t tell me to relax, Happy! How can I relax when I messed up so bad? I trusted Beck, right?” Happy took off his glasses and I leaned against the wall behind him. “I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing Mr. Stark left behind for me. And now he’s gonna kill my friends and half of Europe. So please,” Peter sat down in a chair, “do not tell me to relax.” His head went down and his hand went through his hair. 

He was fighting back tears, and so was I. It was so hard to see him like this. “I’m sorry, Happy. I’m sorry, Bailey. I shouldn’t shout.” He sat up and took a few deep breaths. “I just really miss him.”

“Yeah, I miss him, too,” Happy responded. 

“Everywhere I go… I see his face.” 

“And… the whole world is asking who is gonna be the next Iron Man…” 

His voice was breaking before he paused to sniffle. “I don’t know if that’s me. I’m not Iron Man.” 

“You’re not Iron Man,” I stated, making the two look back at me. “You’re never gonna be Iron Man.” I walked over and sat in the chair in front of Peter. “Nobody could live up to Tony.”

“Not even Tony,” Happy added. “Tony was my best friend. And he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did. He was all over the place.” I smiled fondly at the memories. “The one thing that he did that he didn’t second-guess was picking you.”

“Happy’s right… I don’t think my father would have done what he did,” I reached out and took a hold of Peter’s hands.

“If he didn’t know that you were gonna be here after he was gone.”

“Now, your friends are in trouble, You’re all alone. Your tech is missing. What are you gonna do about it?” 

Peter shook my hands away and stood up. “I’m gonna kick his ass,” he stated. 

“I mean—“

“He means, right now. Specifically, what are we gonna do?” I cut in. “Because we’ve been hovering over a tulip field for the last fifteen minutes.”

“Right, um…” Peter thought. “I can’t call my friends because he’s tracking their phones. Uh… Give me your phone.” He motioned to Happy.

“My cell phone?” Happy wondered.

“Here Peter.” I offered him my cell phone. 

“You’re cell phones too nice,” Peter stated. “And you’ve already done enough. I can’t ask you to stay.”

“Okay, here,” Happy handed over his phone.

“Peter,” I grabbed onto his shoulders and forced him to face me. “I came here to help. Let me help.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “But I think Beck has something against your family, so I need you out of sight.”

“Okay.”

“Happy, what’s your password?” Peter went back to the cell phone. 

“Password.”

Peter and I turned to Happy, both raising a confused eyebrow. “No, what’s your password?” Peter asked again.

“Password. The word. Spelled out.”

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

“I don’t feel good about it either.”

“We’re going to have to go over all your passwords when we get back to the office,” I stated.

Peter quickly found one of his classmates instagrams, Flash was his name. He was currently doing a instagram live. Flash was faking a terrible British accent and told his fans that he was heading to London.

“London,” Peter stated, showing Happy and I the phone. “They’re in London.”

“London?” Happy confirmed, heading towards the cockpit. “Okay.”

“Yeah, I need a suit.”

“Suit?” Happy spun around, pointing at Peter.

I smirked, knowing what was to come next. Happy hurried up to the cockpit and pushed a few buttons. The back section of the jet opened up to reveal a work station. One that I had built with Peter in mind. I walked behind Peter into the area. 

“Did you do this?” Peter asked in awe.

“Basically,” I shrugged. “Dad helped a little.” I smiled a Peter.

“Thank you.” He smiled back.

“Now, place your hand there,” I pointed to a scanner. “After that I think you can figure it out.”

“I’m sorry, for not listening to you, B.” He looked at me with apologetic eyes. “If I’d listened to you, none of this would be happening.”

I set a hand on his shoulder. “Peter, it’s okay… Now, get to work.”

I stepped back as Peter put his hand on the scanner. Once it was scanned, he stepped back, not knowing where to start.

“Okay, um…” his eyes searched the machine. “Bring up everything you have on Spider-Man.” The screens pulled up multiple suits designs that Tony and I had created. 

Peter stepped up and began swiping through them. “Yeah, open that. Okay. No, no, no.”

I turned around and walked back to Happy, who was watching Peter with pride. And with the memory of Tony. Once I was beside him, I grabbed onto his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back before we let go. Tony would have been so proud. Peter looked back at us at his was working, wondering why we were looking at him like that.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” Happy and I answered in unison.

“You take care of the suit, we’ll take care of the music,” Happy stated before turning around and turning on some music. ‘Back in Black’ by AC/DC came through the speakers. I grinned.

“Oh! I love Led Zeppelin!” Peter exclaimed. 

I shook my head and groaned. “Dad just rolled over in his grave,” I mumbled, making Happy chuckle.

Happy made his way to the pilot’s seat and I to the copilots. We quickly took off to London. I keep glancing back to check on how things were going with Peter.

“Stop worrying,” Happy said. I rolled my eyes as I turned back to the window. “He’s fine.”

“Did you see Tony in him too?”

“I did.”

“That’s what’s worrying me.”

“He’ll be fine.” Happy patted my knee. “With you watching out for him, he’ll be just fine.”

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Hi, I'm a huge fan of your work. Your style is just beautiful. If you are interested would you write about sasusaku married life...Sakura losing her memory and Sasuke helping her go through their history together and a clueless Sakura realising how much Sasuke Love's his wife I hope you find the concept interesting Much love from Germany

Sending you love from the US! Thank you for the kind words. I’m so sorry that this has been sitting in my ask box for a few weeks, it’s been a rough time lately😭 I gave this prompt my best shot in as short amount a time as possible, and I’m definitely rusty from not doing any creative writing lately. Still, I hope that you like it!

The room slowly comes into focus as her eyes open with caution, sensitive to the sunlight that peeks through the curtains of this unfamiliar room. Her head pounds as she raises herself up carefully into a sitting position, only noticing that she wasn’t alone when she feels a strong arm wrap around her middle to help her. She turns towards the smooth, deep voice that the arm belongs to, trying to sort out her thoughts.

“Take it easy,” he had said.

Why? Where was she? How did she end up here? The questions swirling through her mind only make her dizzy. Worried, mismatched eyes meet her own as she thanks him quietly. Sensing her reservation, he slowly withdraws his arm from her waist, assuring that she is comfortable first.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Sakura watches as the man in front of her avoids her gaze, clearly upset about something. He was handsome, she noted mentally.

“You’ve been unconscious for four and a half days. You may have suffered a traumatic brain injury after sustaining a substantial blow to your head.”

She processes for a moment before her medical training kicks in.

“I’m assuming after stabilizing me, there should be some imaging right? Can I see the MRI and CT scan results?”

His demeanor seems to lighten up a bit at this for some reason. Sasuke was unsure of whether she’d retained her medical knowledge and figured it would be a sure sign of whether she’d suffered any memory loss. So far, it seemed like that hadn’t been the case.

“Yes, I’ll go get them now.” He leaves the room for a few minutes, returning with a nurse who carries a file in hand. She passes the file to Sakura while asking a few standard questions about her current state. They go through some basic motor function tests together before the nurse leaves them.

Sakura runs her hand through her hair as she turns through the pages of her file, reading the radiologist’s notes. As she brings her hand down, the sharp prick she feels on her scalp indicates that she’s caught something in her hair. Carefully disentangling her hand from her otherwise well-groomed hair, she stares at the ring on her finger.

“Huh. I wonder when I got this ring,” she muses, unaware that Sasuke is watching her. She turns her hand this way and that, allowing the light to catch the ruby at different angles.

“I gave that to you, Sakura.” She startles at both his presence and the response to a question she thought she had been asking herself. Slow to look up from her hand, Sakura thinks of all of the possible situations in which she would accept such a precious ring from a man she didn’t know.

“I must be a bit confused, considering the head injury and all,” she laughs nervously. “Why would you give me this ring, doctor?”

Sasuke’s breath catches in his throat as he pauses to process what she just said. She’s smiling apologetically at him, her eyes curious as she waits for him to answer. He realizes she isn’t pranking him, as Sakura is sometimes prone to do.

“I gave you that ring, Sakura,” he starts slowly, “because you’re my wife and I wanted to make sure that others were aware. I’m not a doctor.”

The shock that crosses her face confirms it for him - she really didn’t remember who he was. The sinking of his heart into his stomach is accompanied by the heavy weight of anxiety on his chest at the idea of her not knowing who he was. Instinctively, his fingers curl into a fist with anger at himself for letting this happen to her in the first place.

Her gaze travels from his face down to the ring on her left hand and back to him again.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was meek as she was visibly struggling to grasp at any memory that would make this revelation make sense in her head.

He nods before pulling a chair close to her bed. He points to her name in small text at the top of her brain scans, his finger resting under the name “Uchiha.” For a split second, Sakura thinks she’s looking at someone else’s file before reading her own name adjacent to it.

“Uchiha Sakura...” she trails off. “I definitely remember my maiden name being Haruno. So you’re Uchiha...?”

“Sasuke,” he finishes for her, hoping that hearing his name will help to trigger some sort of memory for her.

As he awaits her answer, the doctor cheerfully walks into the room, greeting them both.

“Good to see you awake, Mrs. Uchiha. You gave us a bit of a scare the past few days! Though I wish it were under different circumstances, I’m pleasured to make your acquaintance. I’ve read some of your publications on the effects of war trauma in children and would be interested in discussing some of the treatment programs you use at a later time. How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay.” Sakura absentmindedly turns her ring back and forth on her finger. She and the doctor begin discussing her condition using medical jargon that Sasuke has difficulty keeping up with. He begins to reach towards her, a familiar motion he often initiated between them to comfort her. His hand hovers in hesitation midway between them before he pulls back, afraid to push her too much before she was ready. He listens until they’ve finished discussing her condition, noting Sakura’s unease when the doctor mentions that she is free to leave with her husband after a few days of monitoring. She makes no effort to let the doctor know that she’s lost this part of her memory before he leaves them alone together.

Uncertainty hangs in the difficult silence that’s fallen between them. Where are they supposed to go from here?

“It sounds incredibly familiar,” Sakura starts quietly. “The name Uchiha, I’ve heard it before. I understand that this must be difficult for you and I’m sorry to put you through this if I really am your wife, but would you mind telling me some things that might help me remember? Talking about our....relationship is often helpful in these kinds of situations.” Always sympathetic and worrying about others even with memory loss due to a traumatic injury, she was absolutely the Sakura he knew.

“Sure,” he nods, “where should I start?”

“At the beginning, I suppose,” she says with a shrug and small smile. “How did we meet?” Her attention is focused solely on him as she studies the details of his appearance. Her gaze roams over his somewhat messy hair, noting that it covers his left eye, down his broad shoulders and strong chest, finally realizing that his left arm is missing halfway down his bicep. She decides to ask him about that later.

“We met when we were kids, studying in the academy together. I wouldn’t say we were close, but it was a small class so we knew each other’s names and relative rankings in class.”

Her eyes soften as she thinks through childhood memories filled with fields of flowers and mean little girls. “How lucky of me to say that I met my partner early on in life.”

He studies her quietly before reaching for her hand, hesitating as if to ask for her permission first. She looks down at his fingers near hers, abashedly raising her own hand, placing it into his palm. He wraps his thumb over the back of her hand, rubbing it gently back and forth across her skin. The motion comforts her as she waits for him to continue.

“We were placed on the same three-man squad as genin, along with Naruto. I was struggling a lot during that time, so I tried incredibly hard to keep you both at a distance. I didn’t want to form any bonds because I had decided to dedicate my life to fulfilling a mission for revenge.” His gaze moves away from her as he reminisces on those difficult times in his life. Sakura is patient, encompassed by his story. “But you were annoying,” he chuckles, as Sakura scoffs playfully, feigning indignation. “At first I thought you were just another girl who had superficial feelings for me like our other classmates, but you proved me wrong.”

“How did I do that?”

“On our first mission as a team, I thought that I was going to die. I couldn’t understand at the time why I had put myself in harms way, risking the loss of my vengeance in order to protect someone else. The first thing I woke up to was the sound of your sobs as I felt your weight on my chest. I still remember the pain I felt as you threw your arms around me when you realized I was awake, crying harder than you were before. That was the moment I knew that you truly did care for me, and it was when I realized I cared for you too. I can’t explain my reasons, but I knew I had to protect you, no matter what it cost me.”

His expression is sincere as he turns his gaze towards her, searching for signs of her memory returning to her. She ponders his words for a moment, her lips curved upward in the gentle smile he fell in love with.

“So did you also train as a medic? Is that when we started dating?” He does his best to hide it, but she notices his face fall just slightly at her question. She squeezes his hand gently, quietly expressing her regret. “I’m sorry, Sasuke. I can remember bits and pieces, the way I felt during these times that you’re describing, but the timeline is still fuzzy to me.”

He shakes his head, assuring her that it was okay before he continues. “I left the village in order to continue my training, because I felt that I wasn’t progressing quickly enough in Konoha. You tried to stop me the night that I left; you pleaded, made promises, cried, and told me you loved me. That rooted me in place, and if I’m honest, there was a moment that I truly did consider staying. I had become comfortable with the life and friendships I had built in Konoha by that point. Before then, I couldn’t remember the last person who had genuinely told me they loved me - maybe it was my brother, maybe it was my mother. But in the end, I couldn’t let go of the hatred in my heart that fueled my need for vengeance, and I left. That was the last time I saw you for almost three years.

“During that time, I worked hard to focus solely towards achieving my goal. Kabuto would feed me relevant information about Konoha from time to time, and that’s when I learned that you were training under Tsunade. I remember thinking it was a good fit for you - you always cared for others, you were one of the most intelligent in our class, and your chakra control was better than mine. I felt proud, but I quickly suppressed those feelings, knowing that any bonds I had would get in the way of avenging my clan.”

Sakura’s brows furrow together as she appears to make a connection. “The Uchiha massacre,” she says softly, “that’s right, everyone in your clan was killed. I remember now, hearing my parents talk about the boy in my class who suffered a great tragedy. That must’ve been when I became curious about you.” He watches the sadness creep into her expression as she reconciles with the idea of a child losing his entire clan in one night.

“Is there anything else that you remember?” He’s hopeful at this tidbit of information she provides, wanting to distract her from the feelings her empathy often engulfs her in.

“It’s not perfect, but I have some memory through the Fourth Great Shinobi War. I remember activating my byakugou seal soon after you had joined us, excited to be part of Team 7 once more.”

The corner of his lips lift up into a slight smirk at the memory of Sakura turning the battlefield into her personal playground as she uprooted the ground beneath their feet. “I always knew you were capable.”

The words of praise have her heart rate picking up speed as she remembers the surge of pride she had felt in that moment.

“So...how did we end up together?”

Sasuke runs his thumb across her fingers, watching as each one flexes downward under the slight pressure he applies before squeezing them slightly in his palm. He lays his head on her legs, looking up to see her trying to hide how flustered that makes her. She clears her throat to indicate to him that she’s waiting for an answer.

“You saved Naruto and I from bleeding to death after our battle.” He pauses to allow her time to think this over, wondering if she’ll remember all of the events leading up to that moment. The range of emotions that reflect themselves in her eyes tell him that she does; happiness when the war ended, fear when he announced his plans to take over Konoha, a tinge of pain when he had put her under the genjutsu, and finally overwhelming sadness and relief when she had found them lying next to one another.

“I had decided to travel after being forgiven for my crimes, wanting to see the world that I had blinded myself to for many years. We kept in touch through letters for a while, but I guess that wasn’t enough for you.” Mischief twinkles in his mismatched eyes as he continues, curious as to how she’ll respond. “You came after me one day, asking me if I’d let you join me in my travels. I objected at first.”

“Why is that?”

“Because...I had done enough to hurt you by that point. Not every part of the journey was easy or safe, and I would never forgive myself for letting anything else happen to hurt you on my behalf.” He averts his gaze to their intertwined hands that rest on her lap in front of his face. Sakura brings her other hand to rest on his head, running her fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, hoping to comfort him in his regret.

“I didn’t believe that I deserved someone with such pure intentions as company during this time, and honestly, I still don’t. I vowed to protect you through anything that came our way long before I gave you that ring, and I’ve unfortunately failed yet again.” She was in the hospital at this very moment, struggling to regain her memory of him, due to his own shortcomings. The irony of it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Strands of her rosy hair tickle against his cheek as she leans down towards him to place a gentle kiss on his temple. “I’m okay,” she whispers. “I’m still here because of you.”

He turns his head to look up at her, finding tears welling up in her brilliantly bright eyes. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Sasuke-k-“

He gently removes his hand from her grip, only to replace it on the back of her neck before raising his head up to meet her lips with his own. Raising himself into a sitting position before he breaks their connection, Sasuke pulls her into his chest. The steady pulse of his heart against his skin was a welcome comfort to Sakura as her tears soaked into the material of his shirt.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” his voice wavers. “I’m sorry that I let this happen to y-“

“Don’t blame yourself. It was a mistake on my part. If you weren’t there, I wouldn’t be here right now.” She feels his grip tighten around her as she brings her arms around his chest. Familiar feelings of the comfort of home encompass her as she breathes in his scent. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against her cheek would always be her refuge.

“Don’t think that I could ever forget you.” She raises her head to look up at him, the curve of her lips complementing the warmth in her eyes. Sasuke’s lips are soft as he presses them onto her forehead, imparting his relief and gratitude to her before pulling away.

“Me either,” he promises.

[eugenesmorphine]

War’s Over // Eugene Roe Imagine

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I softly exhaled as I leaned against a building in some area in Austria. I honestly had no idea where the Company and I were. And neither did I care. In this moment, I didn't care if I made it out of this damn war or not. Ever since Bastogne, I guess I have changed. It was one thing seeing men I knew and friends get shot. But now, watching my closest friends being blown to pieces, their bodies being thrown, limbs being torn off. It finally occurred to me how fucked we all were. From then on I guess I grew distant to everyone. Even my friends. I lost many of my closest friends in that forest. And I don't think I had ever been so sad in my life. SO I think if I just distance myself, and just try to think people aren't my friends, it won't hurt as bad or at all even if something happens. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

  Now here I am. Alone under the hot sun in a random place in Austria, sad and tired. Recently, I wish it was me that had been one of the victims of this war. I had no one to go home to. Almost all the men that have died in all different way, did. My parents had passed away a while back and I was an only child. I had lived by myself for a while, not thinking much of it. I had a boyfriend at home back at New York. Though, I received a letter from him and he ended things. I remember how long and how hard I quietly cried during fire watch that night. I was hurt. And that was the start of my mental down fall. My heart was heavy from then on out.

  It was mid day, I kicked a pebble back and forth between my boots. I was bored. But, there was never much to do around here. Or anywhere Easy Company went in that matter. I yawned as I stared down at the pebble. I sighed, missing a lot of things in that moment. My old boyfriend, my parents, my friends, my home, my bed. I was drained of everything. And for some reason I felt like I could cry. Maybe I did actually break back in the forest. Maybe pieces of me were left behind that I'll never get back. While I was stuck up within my thoughts, I didn't hear the sound of someone approaching me. That was until someone tapped me on my shoulder and I looked up. It was Doc Roe. His piercing eyes drilling deep within mine. And in that moment, my heart felt like it stopped. My face heated up and my mouth went dry. I gulped and looked at him.

  "You okay L/N, you've been distant. We miss having you around you know," his voice was soft. I gave him soft smile, though it was sad. I had missed them just as much, but my own fears and hurt made my walls go up. I wanted to explain what I was feeling to him and my friends, but I just couldn't. I didn't know how to form my emotions into the proper words to tell these men that are my closest friends. I felt awful in that moment. I didn't realize that the guys had actually missed my presence and or noticed my absence. I'm an actual idiot. Doc looked sad and a little more tired than normal. "I've missed having you around Y/N," my heart broke slightly. Eugene and I had been very close. We both were quiet and kept out distance from everyone, that's probably where and what we bonded upon from each other. After my ex had left me, he had found me crying and comforted me. There was something about Eugene that made him so special to me. I didn't know what it was. But after that night when he comforted me, my stomach got butterflies and my heart felt lighter. I remember the smile he gave me and how he told me funny stories about his grandmother back in Louisiana. "I miss the old you Y/N," that sentence hurt the most. How he said it made it even worse. He was sad. Heartbroken if even. I gave him a sorrowful look as the medic's gaze traveled elsewhere.

  "I'm sorry Gene, I really am," I was sorry. I felt awful. I wondered how the others felt. I was so selfish. I tilted Eugene's head up to look at me. His eyes had tears in them. I have never seen him like this. Oh god what did I do. "Gene please don't cry, I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys missed me so much," I rambled on. My heart raced, I panicked to help him. He just kept his eyes on me and wrapped his arms tightly around my torso. I had never seen him this way. I don't believe anyone has. I was shocked at first.

  He pulled away. Looking at me. "Y/N can I tell you something that I've been wanting to tell you since the first days I met you?" he asked, his voice shaky. I nodded, tears filling my eyes as I pressed my lips together into a thin line. I watched as a few tears slipped down his face. "Ever since I first met you and I had a real conversation with you, there was something about you. I never really fully understood the feeling I have had. And I knew you had a boyfriend for the longest time, so I thought it was nothing about falling for a female GI. But once you began shutting yourself off from everyone after what happened to Toye and Gaurnere back in Bastogne, I realized how much I missed you. When I comforted you on the night you were on fire watch, it hurt me to see you like that. Oh god Y/N I love you. I'm so in love with you. I couldn't just not tell you any more," he tone was quick and his hands moved around as he talked. I gulped. I quickly understood the feeling he had given to me in the longest time. Once again I didn't know how to form my feelings into words.

 "Fuck it, " I stated before going up to Eugene and pressing my lips against the Cajun Medic's chapped ones. He kissed back almost immediately. The kiss was short and sweet. I pulled away and looked at him. I laughed and hugged him tightly. "I love you too Gene, I have for a while now. I didn't know what it was back then," I told him.

  In that moment, I felt happy. My shoulders and heart felt no longer so heavy. I had rejoined my friends and they did in fact miss me being with them. And little did I know, in just a few hours, my commanding officer Richard Winters would come and tell the Company and I that the war was over. Germany surrendered. The horror was over. We could go home. And days later, Eugene asked me to come home with him and for me to be his girl. I went back to Louisiana with my GI and met his large and amazing family. Life was great.

   Just a year later Eugene Roe asked me to be his wife with a beautiful diamond ring while we sat on the edge of a steady and beautiful lake. Of course I said yes and almost immediately we planned our wedding. I got a beautiful dress, decorated Eugene's home, invited guests and our special day came quick. I got my flowers, put on my dress, wore the heels, put on the makeup and did my hair, I was ready. The guests were there. Eugene had his dress uniform on and I got ready to walk down the isle. The music played and Eugene's father walked me down the isle. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I saw Eugene's years all the way down the isle. I gulped and reached the alter. I couldn't focus on what the Minister was saying. Only the look Eugene and I were giving each other. My tears and soft cries to be heard. His tears and shaky breath made it even worse. Even if they were happy tears. It made it so hard.

  It came time for our vows. The most nerve wracking moment of a wedding in my eyes. I was going first. I took a deep breath and pulled out the small book I had written my vows to Eugene

  "Eugene. We made it to this day. We got passed Sobel, we got passed every day of training back in Airborne school, hell we got through the war together. Besides the points of us not expressing our love to each other until the actual day the war ended, though later is better than never I guess. But the point I'm making is that we did it together. You always worried about me. I had loved you since the night of fire watch. And here are my vows to you. I promise to deal with your constant worrying about my health. I promise to always try to understand your little accent when you say things like "sizzuhs". I promise to always love and cherish our moments to together no matter what. I promise to never stay mad at you no matter what. Not even when you keep me up late rambling about whatever comes to your amazing mind. I promise to love you no matter what, through sickness and health. These are my vows to you Doc Eugene Roe," It was hard not to burst into tears through these moments. It was his turn now for his vows. I sat and twiddled my fingers as he began to speak.

   "Y/N, I have dreaming of this moment ever since I had became friends with you. At first, I didn't understand what I felt towards you, the thought I had, the feelings you gave me, I pushed them away, thinking they were nothing. It wasn't until a few weeks before the war had ended that I accepted my feelings for you. And my god and I happy that I told you. Hell, we probably wouldn't be here if I didn't tell you. And wkth me saying that, there are many promises I must and I am going to make to you. I promise to always try your cooking, no matter how gross looking or how awful it smells. I promise to always listen to you ramble on and on about whatever is on your mind. I promise to nonstop taking care of you and looking after you, for which it is my job. I promise to always be the shoulder for you to cry on for days that are too stressful. And I know that I want to be with you for the longest time, so I thought it was nothing about falling for a female GI. But once you began shutting yourself off from everyone after what happened to Toye and Gaurnere back in Bastogne, I realized how much I missed you. When I comforted you on the night you were on fire watch, it hurt me to see you like that. Oh god Y/N I love you. I'm so in love with you. I couldn't just not tell you any more. My dearest Y/N. My everything. My now soon to be wife. These are my vows to you," I was crying harder now. His voice was shaky, and between some of his words quiet sobs left his lips. The smooth Cajun man restated what he said to me when he confessed his feelings. God I love him.

  The Minister smiled at us. Handing us our rings to slip onto each other's fingers. "With the power invested in me," he began with a smile, looking between the two of us. "I pronounce you, husband and wife. Mr. Roe, you can now kiss Mrs. Roe!" He finished happily. I wiped my stray tears away quickly, looking at my now husband. He smiled at me, grabbing my waist gently, pulling me close to his body. His left hand left my waist to cup my cheek. His eyes were filled with love and happiness. I smiled at my Eugene, looking into his eyes as the two of us leaned in. His lips pressed against mine. The two of us have kissed hundreds of times before this, but with this, it felt different. A rite of passage.

  I know now that my life is now complete with this man. Eugene Roe is the one for me and now I'm married to him. I'm happy, and I forever will be