#at rings last month and was like ‘if you propose I’m gonna kill you’ but she’s also. not good at sticking to her word on things like that s

[jovalencia]

um my best friend jokes around a lot so idk if I should take this seriously but she did in fact just post a picture of her boyfriend holding her left hand which has an engagement ring on it like queen. say sike right the fuck now

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

That's What I Love About You

You knew Travis like the back of your hand. He was adorably predictable, and he told you everything, so it was very difficult for Travis to hide something from you.

“Y/N, from the moment we met, we knew that we were meant to be together. We have tackled so many things together and only gotten stronger in the process. We’ve shared so many incredible moments together, from our first date to our most recent adventure and while we may sometimes scramble, we always end up picking it right where we left off and getting to the end. Every moment we spend together is a treasure to me, and I can’t wait to make even more memories with you. You are my partner in every sense of the word, and I can’t wait to blitz life with you. I’m so grateful for all the adventures we’ve had and all the ones to come. Will you marry me?”

"Are you asking her to marry you or be your offensive coordinator?" Jason had to stifle a laugh as he listened to his brother run through his proposal speech. "What the hell are you talking about?" Travis scrunched his eyebrows together as folded up the paper he had scribbled down his words on, throwing it on the desk. "Tackle, scramble, blitz? You stole that right out of the KC playbook, c'mon man."

"I know football. I don't know how to write a proposal speech. Besides she won't care about that once she sees the ring I picked out for her." Travis flipped the ring box open with his finger, the four-carat diamond glistening in the sunlight coming through his office window. "I've been carrying it around all week since I picked it up on Monday. It's been burning a hole in my pocket."

"Why the hell are you keeping the ring with you?" Travis shifted his phone to his left shoulder, cradling it under his ear. "You're gonna lose it."

"Why do you have zero faith in me?" Travis scoffed at his brother on the other line. "I'm not going to lose something this important to me."

"Do I have to remind you of when you lost that truck in high school?" Jason was still easily angered by the memories.

"I didn't lose the truck. I lost the keys that someone found and used to steal the truck. Two completely different scenarios." Travis rolled the velvet box in his fingers, stroking his thumb over the lid. "Besides, I only need to hide it for a few more hours. I've made it this far, what's the worst that could happen?" He locked the box in top drawer of his desk, placing the key in his pocket, patting it for good luck.

Travis had planned on proposing to you months ago, but it always seemed like the timing was never right. With the season about to start, he felt like he was running out of chances, and he didn't want to go another season without fully committing to you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life and this was the first step to forever. Even though he was very nervous, he planned to do it tonight.

He spotted you walking toward him as he was leaving his office. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be meeting your mom to go shopping today?" He had recruited your mom to help you go shopping for an outfit for dinner tonight, as well as taking you to get your hair and nails done under the guise that you and Travis were going to a Chiefs benefit dinner tonight. It was literally killing Travis that he had to keep something from you, his stomach had been hurting all week.

"She’ll be here in about 30 minutes, I just needed grab my computer out of your office really quick." You reached for the doorknob, Travis blocking your way with his large body. "What are you doing?" You raised your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t think it’s in there. I remember seeing it upstairs in the bedroom.” He leaned against the door handle, his gaze motioning upstairs, trying to distract you. “Travis, you’re being weird. I was in your office last night, I know it’s in there.” Just as he was about to cave in, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. “My mom is 30 minutes early.” You scrolled through your messages, replying that you would be out in a minute.

“You don’t want to keep her waiting.” Travis gave you a small smile, ushering you to the front door. “You’re being really weird. I’m gonna figure out what you’re up to.” You narrowed your eyes at him as you grabbed your purse and keys heading out the door.

****

“Something wrong, hun?” Your mom looked over at you from the driver seat, noticing you picking at the skin around your thumb nail. “Something’s going on with Travis.” Your mom quickly refocused on the road; she didn’t want to ruin Travis’ surprise for you, but she hated keeping secrets from you as well. “I’m sure he’s just nervous about the season starting again.”

“Maybe. But when I tried to go in his office this morning, he was being weird like he was hiding something. Do you think he could be cheating?”

Your mom shook her head fervently. “Honey, Travis loves you so much, he worships the ground you walk on. Trust me, there is no way that he’s cheating on you.”

“You’re right, I’m probably overthinking things.” You wanted to believe her, but the nagging feeling that something was wrong never left you.

You and your mom spent the next couple of hours shopping for a gown for the event, getting your hair and nails done and grabbing lunch before you headed back home. Travis’ car was gone when you arrived, more than likely headed to the practice facility for a meeting. You passed by Travis’ office heading to your bedroom, your earlier encounter making you stop in your tracks. You opened the door, standing in the threshold. Everything seemed to be in place, Travis was a bit messy but there was order to his clutter.

You walked over to his desk, grazing your fingers over the wood. “What could he possibly be hiding?” you said to yourself. You began searching the room frantically, pulling open drawers and looking under books, coming up empty. For some reason you were drawn to Travis’ desk, a large wooden piece he had inherited from his grandparents. You rifled through the drawers nothing but paperwork and notepads inside. Your pulled at the top drawer, groaning when it resisted.

Travis never usually locked any of his desk drawers, which immediately piqued your interest. You pulled a couple of times at the drawer again, unsuccessful. “Hon, where do you keep your milk. I want to put on a pot of coffee.” Your mom walked through the open office door, catching you in the act. “Are we snooping?” You chuckled, realizing where you got your inquisitive nature from. “No, we’re not “snooping” just making sure nothing is wrong.”

“Why do you think Travis is hiding something? Besides today, has he ever given you a reason to doubt him?” Your stomach dropped, knowing your mom was right. Travis was the most loving, understanding, and kind boyfriend you had ever had, and he never did anything to make you question your relationship. “No, you’re right.” But you also knew you’d never sleep again until you found out what was going on, the guilt leaving you as the drawer popped open. You spotted it immediately, the small velvet box tucked away in the corner. “Y/N, I really don’t think you should do this.”

“Travis is going to propose?” You hesitated, your fingertips grazing the lid. Sure, you had talked about getting married, but you had only spoken about it happening in the far future. You were more than ready, but Travis had always seemed hesitant. “I can’t believe this.” You looked back at your mom who was frozen in her spot. “Did you know anything about this?” Travis was traditional, he would definitely ask your parents for their blessing. “No, honestly, I had no idea.” The ring box burned in your hand as you debated whether or not to open it. You barely had time to consider the negatives before you subconsciously flipped the top open. Your face dropped when you saw two diamond earrings, a beautiful set, but definitely not an engagement ring.

“Are you disappointed?” Your mom walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “A little.” You could feel yourself start to tear up, embarrassed that you had gotten yourself so excited in the moment. “A lot actually.” You dropped the box back into the drawer, pushing it closed.

****

The ride to the event was noticeably quiet, Travis watching you from the corner of your eye. “You look beautiful, baby.” He placed a hand on your thigh, grazing against the silk fabric of your skirt. “Thank you.” Your tone was flat, your face deadpan as you focused on the scenery out the window. “Is something wrong?”

You composed yourself, sitting up straight in your seat. You didn’t want to let on that you were upset or that you had snooped around Travis’ office without him knowing. “No, just tired.”

“Well, this event should only be a couple of hours and then we can leave if you want.” You nodded, patting Travis’ hand that was still rested on your thigh. “Sounds good.”

The event was a black-tie fundraiser for the city, an opportunity for the football players to brush shoulders with major donors and get them to pull out their checkbooks. You had been to quite a few events as Travis’ date, and for the most part they were pretty monotonous; dinner and drinks, conversation with the other wives and girlfriends, before you were headed home a little tipsy on the glasses of champagne. You spotted Isabelle at your table, happy to see a familiar face. You were still the girlfriend, the bottom of the WAG totem pole, but Isabelle had been nice to you from the beginning, and you considered her a genuine friend. “Hi!” She gave you a tight hug, pulling away from you, her hands resting on your upper arms. “So, let me see it!”

“See what?” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. “Your dress of course! Give me a twirl.” She laughed uncomfortably, looking at Travis who was avoiding eye contact with the group. You brushed off the weird interaction, too consumed with your own disappointment at the moment. “C’mon, let’s sit down, it’s time for dinner.” She dragged you by the forearm to the far end of the table, Travis taking a seat next to you.

The party was over pretty quickly, and while you originally thought that it would take your mind of it, you were only left to stew in how you were feeling. Travis noticed that something was off with you; as well as you knew him, he knew everything about you. “What’s going on with you?” He stopped you as you tried to open the passenger door.  You took a deep breath, letting out a sigh as you looked up at him. “I found the box.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “What box?”

“The box in your desk drawer, Trav!” You would deal with the repercussions of going through his things later. “Did you dig through my desk?”

“You were being weird this morning, and it was really bugging me. I thought you were cheating on me or something.”

“What?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Why would you possibly think that?”

“I don’t know! You’ve been acting strange lately. Spending a lot of time in your office, and when you’re not in there you’re gone way more than usual during the day. I know you like the back of my hand, and lately I feel like you I don’t know you at all anymore. I know it sounds stupid, but when I saw the box I thought maybe it was an engagement ring, and you were going to propose. God, I wish I had never looked and found those earrings.” You wiped your nose, tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes.

“I don’t understand why you went through my things, though. We don’t do that to each other. I thought you trusted me.” Travis backed away from you, his features displaying hurt. “I do trust you. I don’t know, this is just me being crazy. I’m very sorry.” You watched Travis walk over to the driver’s side, sliding into his seat. He turned the engine as you got in.

“Travis, please talk to me. Say you forgive me.” You looked at him, his eyes focused on the road. He was silent as he gripped the wheel tightly, the leather squeaking underneath his hold. “I just need some time, ok.” You sunk into your seat, your disappointment from earlier replaced by pangs of guilt. You noticed as Travis turned into the parking lot of Arrowhead stadium, flashing his badge at the security guard, and driving underneath the stadium. He pulled into a space in the player’s lot, turning off the car. “I have to get something out of the locker room. I’ll be right back.”  You watched him walk inside, taking of his suit jacket and slinging it over his arm.

Five minutes turned into 10 minutes, and before you knew it you had been waiting on Travis for about 15 minutes, much longer than it should have taken him to go and come back from the locker room. Concerned that something had happened, you entered the building. The hallways were dark, the only sound the clicking of your heels against the concrete floor. You reached the locker room that was pitch dark, no one in sight. You could see a light shining out of the corner of your eye coming from the tunnel that led to the football field. “Travis, where are you?” Your voice echoed as you got closer to the source of light.

You rounded the corner, your mouth falling open as you saw a runway lined with candles, a red carpet leading to the middle of the field where Travis was standing, surrounded by floral arrangements of red roses in a semi-circle around him. “Will You Marry Me” was projected on the big screen, your family and friends seated in the stands. The walk to him felt like it took forever, tears starting to stream down your face before you even reached him.

“How the hell did you manage to pull this off?” Travis chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss, his hands on your lower back. You stroked his beard as you parted, a genuine smile on your face. “Trust me, the surprise has almost been ruined so many times, and when you were suspicious of me this morning, I had to do a quick switch of the ring box for something else because I knew you’d be curious.”

“Am I that predictable?” You laughed, stroking his bicep. “You have no idea. That’s why I love you, though. Now, let me get through this before I back out due to nerves.” You covered your mouth as Travis got down on one knee, looking up at you.

“There are so many things I love about you that I don’t even know where to begin. I love your kind heart and the way you always put others before yourself. Your intelligence and your unwavering passion for the people that you love. I love how much you know me, and how hard it is to keep secrets from you because I want to tell you everything. I love your sense of humor and how you always know how to make me laugh. I love the way you look at me, and how you make me feel like I’m the most important person in the world. Most of all, I love the person you are and the way you make my heart feel. You are my everything, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Will you marry me?”

There it was, the ring you thought you were going to find earlier, finally right in front of you. Travis searched your face, his heart beating out of his chest. “Say something, babe.” Your family and friends were waiting with bated breath, the anticipation killing everyone in the room.

“Is it too late to switch it out for a different ring?”, you whispered, watching Travis’ face drop.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, baby! I love it. Yes, a thousand times yes, I will marry you!” You helped him to stand, taking his face in your hands, your lips crashing into a passionate kiss.

“Hell yeah!” You could hear Jason yell from the stands, the rest of the family erupting in cheers.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack, baby?” Travis asked as you broke.

“I don’t always want to be predictable, what’s the fun in that?”

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[emlynnnnn]

ODD ONE OUT — .5

gosling!ken x barbie!reader

summary | You and Allan need to have a talk. Ken brings you your first flower.

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five

. . .

“WE need to talk,” Came the simple demand from your best friend, Allan, after he had stormed into your book shop one afternoon.

You looked up at him curiously before hesitantly closing over the novel in your hands, slipping it under the register like you always did whenever someone came into the shop to bother you for something—most cases being for a book, of course.

“Yes?” You answered with a raise of your brow, clasping your fingers together patiently as you waited for Allan to explain.

He huffed dramatically before crossing his arms, practically glaring down at you. “You need to stop hanging around Ken,” He stated.

You almost choked on air at the sudden request. “I’m sorry; what?” You managed to respond after getting over your original shock.

“Barbie…” Allen began with a sympathetic glint in his eye. “You’re only gonna end up getting hurt if you keep up this friendship with him,” He explained, confusing you further.

“Allan, I have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to tell me here,” You spoke dryly, not being very amused by his initial proposal of dropping one of your good friends.

Your friend rose a palm to his head, dragging it down his face tiredly at your ignorance to what was obvious to himself. “You’re in love with him!” He exclaimed. “You’re hopelessly in love with him and he can’t return those feelings because he’s hopelessly in love with his own Barbie!”

In all honesty, you hadn’t expected that outburst at all. You felt your face burst into a bright red at the sudden confrontation of your otherwise ignored feelings for Ken along with some hurt that trickled its way into your chest over the honest brutality of Allan’s words.

“Not cool,” You spat, pushing yourself up from the chair behind the register to face your friend with a fiery scowl.

“Barbie, I had to be realistic with you,” Allan looked at you desperately. “I’ve watched you the last few months get progressively more upset over this Ken and I just cannot stand it anymore. As your best friend and your brother from another mother, I’m telling you to leave this friendship behind.”

You stared at Allan blankly for a few moments before furiously shaking your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Al,” You scoffed. “I’m perfectly okay—and I’m not in love with him.”

“I’m your best friend, not blind,” He remarked with a roll of his eye. “If what you feel for him isn’t love, then I clearly hate volleyball.”

You tried to hold in the giggle at his remark, wanting to stay mad at Allan for being so blunt with you—and frankly, for hurting your feelings.

“Please leave my shop, Allan. I don’t want to have this conversation,” You mumbled as you disappeared behind one of your many bookshelves, desperately trying to hide from the situation.

Of course, however, your best friend was quite determined to make his point as he followed you in through the maze of shelves. “I’m serious, Barbie!” He hissed, crossing his arms across his chest with a fiery look on his face. “It’s killing me; seeing you hurt yourself over caring for this guy.”

You grind your teeth in your mouth, taking a deep breath through your nose before slowly turning to face Allan once again. “And I’m serious—I would like you to drop this conversation,” You spoke firmly. “Regardless of what you think about the situation, at the end of the day Ken is my friend and I won’t be dropping him—”

The ringing of the bell over the front door stopped your conversation in its tracks, forcing you to speedily walk back behind the register to tend to whatever customer had just walked in.

“Oh! Ken!” You looked at him in surprise. Of course he would have perfect timing. “What can I do for you?” You asked through grated teeth, desperately trying to give Allan a look to tell him to get out after he had appeared from behind the shelves you had just left behind.

“Just the usual, please. What book do you have for me this week?” Ken asked excitedly as he put last week’s book on the counter to return. “And I have this…” He sent you a charming grin before revealing the hand he had hidden behind his back, holding a tall and healthy sunflower out for you to take.

You gasped, your eyes taking in the ring of bright yellow petals. “Ken! What—?”

“I seen it in the flower shop and I thought of you… Sunflowers just fit your vibe,” He explained sheepishly as you took the stem into your own hands, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

“I… I don’t even know what to say, Ken… It’s beautiful,” You looked up at him radiantly, your whole face lifted up with the smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.”

Behind Ken, you hadn’t noticed the disappointed Allan as he trudged his way out of the shop to leave you both be—his whole argument was already forgotten in your mind, so what was the point?

. . .

“KEN?” You questioned from behind your front door, tiredly rubbing your heavy eyes after answering the knock of the door in your pyjamas. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I had to talk to you about this book, Barbie! It’s so fascinating… I couldn’t go to sleep without talking to someone about it, and backflip Ken told me to buzz off, and I usually talk to him about the books I read, but—”

“Okay. Pause,” You cut his rambling off by raising a hand up to his face, letting out a quiet yawn. “You do realise how late it is, right?”

Ken’s face suddenly dropped. “Shoot… Is it really that late?” He asked worriedly. “I hadn’t noticed… I was reading.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your mouth, admiring that he had picked up a habit you yourself had as a reader. “Yes, it’s quite late,” You nodded before noticing that Ken was ready to suggest he should leave. “Come inside,” You quickly cut in, stepping aside for your friend to enter you house.

Ken took a moment to look surprised before making his way into your dream house, looking around curiously—he hadn’t actually been inside before. He quietly admired the fairy lights that lined your walls along with the aesthetically messy assortment of book and film posters. “Wow, it’s so…”

You couldn’t help the cringe that grew on your face, scrunching your shoulders after realising that you had just invited him into your cluttered home. “Messy, I know—”

“What? No. I was gonna say it’s so you,” He shook his head approaching your wall to take a closer look at one of your movie posters. “It’s so awesome.” There was a moment of silence. “I’ve never been inside a dream house…”

You felt quite horrified at this statement—he’d never been inside a house before. “Oh…” You replied stupidly, not being entirely sure what to say in response to that bomb of information. “Well, uh… let yourself get comfortable. Want a drink?” You asked awkwardly, pulling on the hem of your fluffy white pyjama sleeve.

Ken cleared his throat before nodding. “Yes please—just a drink of water.”

You quickly ran to your kitchen, grabbing one of your pink cups before “filling it” with water and handing it back to your friend who gratefully took a “sip”.

“So… Has Barbie really never invited you into her house?” You asked curiously, sitting beside Ken on your sofa.

He shook his head solemnly. “No, she’s always busy when I ask to visit,” He shrugged.

You nodded hesitantly, knowing that was probably a lie being a friend of Barbie’s and all. By all means, Barbie didn’t owe Ken any right into her home if she didn’t want him, but you had assumed that they were friendly enough for visits… Maybe their relationship was purely reliant on Ken’s pining?

“Right,” You nodded. “Well, you can always come visit me at my dream house,” You shrugged, leaning back on the soft cushions on your sofa. “I enjoy the company.”

Ken’s cheeks flushed a soft pink at the invite, not being entirely sure what to do with it but feeling elated nonetheless. “Sick,” He brushed off coolly, crossing his arms over his chest as he also sat back against your sofa to get comfortable.

“Well then, what did you want to talk about with the book?” You eventually asked, referring back to the whole reason he had arrived at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

. . .

RAYS of light refracted through the glass and around the room, annoyingly shining right onto your eyes and waking you up. You stretched your arms and gracefully rose from your place of rest, which you quickly noted was your sofa, and remembered that you had a guest over.

You glanced over to your side where Ken was curled up into a comfortable ball on the other side of the sofa, making you chuckle quietly before reaching over to gently shake him awake.

“Huh…?” He mumbled, still half asleep, before shooting up and frantically looking around. “I fell asleep! Oh gosh, Barbie, I’m so sorry! That was a mistake,” He rushed, jumping up off of the sofa and making you flinch from the sudden movement.

You furrowed your brows. “You’re fine, Ken. Allan stays over all the time,” You explained.

Ken shook his head. “No, no… Staying over is for boyfriend-girlfriend, and I’m stabbing Allan in the back by doing this because we’re not boyfriend-girlfriend!” He shrieked dramatically, pacing around your living room.

You ignored the pang in your chest over his words and decided to focus on the middle part of his outburst, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Do you think Allan and I are boyfriend and girlfriend?” You hid your grin behind your hand. “Because we’re not, and it’s normal for friends to have sleepovers. You do it with the other Ken’s all the time, right?”

“That’s not the same. We all live on beach together,” Ken stared at you flatly, raising an amused brow as he looked down at you with his hands resting on his hips.

You rolled your eyes before pushing yourself up off of the sofa. “Regardless, it’s normal for friends to sleep over,” You continued, walking past Ken. “Do you want some cereal? I can’t cook you eggs or anything because I need to buy more food from grocer Barbie…” You mumbled to yourself.

Ken shook his head, looking awkwardly tense as he continued to stand in the middle of the room. Clearly, you weren’t going to be able to sway him on the whole “sleepovers are normal” topic.

“I guess I should go,” He scratched his neck.

You sighed, nodding your head understandingly before leading the blond man to your front door. “You’re welcome here anytime, Ken,” You pursed your lips up at him as he stopped in your doorframe, looking down at you thoughtfully before pulling you in for a quick hug.

“Thank’s for having me over, Barbie!” He thanked you cheerfully, already gone back to his normal self—it was bizarre how quickly he had switched from being frantic to merry.

You waved your friend off as he strolled down the street and out of sight, spotting one of your neighbours, doctor Barbie, giving you an odd look. “Hi Barbie!” You sent her a wave, gritting your teeth together for as genuine of a smile you could muster. This was slightly awkward—she had caught Ken leaving your house.

She sent you back a rather confused greeting before getting into her own car and driving off, leaving you behind as you let out a sigh of relief and walked back into your home.

. . .

—> part six

. . .

[inkpens-coffee]

Maruki Week - Day 3 🍎

Special Occasion / Memories / Emotions

Today could’ve been a normal day; showering, making breakfast, dragging Ren out of bed so he could eat and watching TV together. Then Takuto checked his mail and found a little flower-decorated card.

It was a wedding invitation. Rumi was getting married.

Of course the first thing Takuto did was search up her fiancé online; the man was a handsome, wealthy business owner. Way more successful than a failed scientist, that was for sure.

Takuto felt overwhelmed. There's no reason he wouldn't be happy for Rumi. It was good that she was finally moving on with someone better than him. But the urge to cry and scream was so strong that it hurt. He didn’t realize how long he was staring at the invitation until it was swiped out his hand.

“Are you gonna go?” Ren stood behind him, bacon hanging out of his mouth.

“Hmm…”

“Maruki.”

“I don’t…”

“MARU.”

Takuto whined and dropped his head in his hands. “There’s no way I got that invitation on purpose! It’s a mistake! Or a joke! I’m gonna walk into that wedding and everyone is going to laugh at me and rub Rumi’s perfect, successful husband in my face!”

“Hm. Sounds kinky.”

“You know what I meant!” Takuto exclaimed, cheeks turning red. Ren hopped over the couch to sit beside him, swallowing his bacon and tossing the card onto to coffee table.

“You’re overthinking. Maybe she really does want you at her wedding. Why would she pull something like that?”

“Because I’m her pathetic ex that ruined her life, her sisters HATE me and her new husband might kill me if he knows how I hurt her!”

“Don’t you think you’re being the tiniest bit dramatic?”

Truthfully he did. Takuto and Rumi already met up plenty of times, one time was to talk about separating. It was never a problem for Takuto when she talked about dating other people. All he could think about was how painful watching her get married would be.

All the happy memories they made together… trying couple activities, cooking new recipes and laughing when they went wrong, getting presents for each other at the holidays.

Proposing to her.

Takuto spent a month planning it, spent half his savings on an engagement ring and asked the question in a beautiful flower garden. Did her new fiancé do something even better? Did he buy her better ring with a bigger diamond? This time a tear falls down his cheek and Takuto doesn’t bother to stop it.

“Get out of your head, Mooks.” Ren’s voice snapped him out his thoughts.

“Ah! Sorry!”

Ren grabbed the TV remote and laid himself across Takuto’s lap. He stroked Ren’s soft hair as he scrolled through shows on Netflix.

“Want me to go to the wedding with you?” Ren asked.

“Would you…?”

“Yeah, I like Rumi-Chan. And I’m not missing out on free cake and a reason to wear my sexy heels.”

“You don’t need a reason, you wore heels to the grocery store last week.”

“And I was the sexiest bitch in the produce aisle.”

Takuto laughed out loud at Ren’s response, the boy staring up at him with his smug little cat grin. He was always making him laugh.

Ren chose some goofy anime to watch and they settled in for a lazy afternoon. Takuto’s eyes drifted back to the wedding invitation now and then, the date and details burning into his memory. The wedding was going to be in Okinawa in two months. Rumi’s always wanted to go there. Her fiancé was really giving her wedding of her dreams.

“Damn it, I can’t stop thinking about cake now.” Ren pouted. “Can we go get some cake? I need some fluffy sweet sugar or I’ll literally die!”

“Who’s being dramatic now?”

“Tsk. Touché.”

“Alright, we can go.”

Ren grinned victoriously and got up to get his shoes on. Takuto stole one more glance at the wedding invitation as he stood up from the couch.

“Maybe we can find a wedding gift while we’re out.”

[dreamy-dreaaa]

My Dear First Love,

First things first is I hate you… you led me on for 5 months. You made me believe that you love me, you miss me & we will get back together. But this whole time you forgot to mention you had a girlfriend. That you guys started speaking right after we broke up. Which means every night we was in bed together during my pregnancy & after my abortion you was talking to her… when your girlfriend told me you guys been dating since May 28th I was hurt. You guys started dating a few days after the baby’s first month… you came to my house in the middle of the night & had sex with me a few days after you guys started dating… I’m speechless at this point. I feel stupid because you made me believe that you was heartbroken. You made me believe that you’re depressed. You made me believe that you had to heal & find yourself first before getting into a relationship… I guess you just forgot to mention that you just don’t want to be with me anymore since you have someone else. This explains everything on you not texting me back or trynna see me because you was with her. When I was talking to your girlfriend she said you proposed to her, how ya gonna get married, that you guys thought ya were pregnant & you was really happy… crazy how you’re willing to have a kid with someone you’ve only dated for 2.5 months but you convinced me to have an abortion when we’ve been together for 6yrs… that killed me & that made me realize that you played me. At this point there’s no fixing anything because you forgot to mention that you planned a whole vacation with her when you told me you was by yourself… you’ve became such a good liar that I believed every little thing you told me. Every single thing I believed when everything was a fucking lie. After having a conversation with your girlfriend she gave me her number which idk why but don’t worry I’m not gonna text her unless she texts me because she also has my number. This whole conversation happened between the hours of 4:30am to 6:15am while you was passed out drunk. She said she saw our messages on Tumblr how you was saying you loved me & you’re depressed & you need me… she told me not to believe you. After today I now don’t believe anything you have to say. So I went & called your mom to tell her I would like to speak to her & give her all the clothes you had in my house. She said ok so I packed up all the clothes you had in my house & just put it in a laundry bag to leave it at your house. When I got to your house I started to think like wow this will be the first & last time I step into this house… but anyways I spoke to your mom about everything. Told her how you cheated on me with so many girls all these years we’ve been together. Told her how you’ve led me on while being with your girlfriend that I didn’t know about. I even told her about the baby. I told her about the abortion too. I fucking cried to her & she saw my pain in my eyes & she cried too. She said we should work things out & I told her no there’s nothing to fix. You officially broke every piece of my heart that there’s nothing anymore. We spoke about a lot of things for 30mins. She told me you told them about bringing your girlfriend over for your birthday which I remember you yelling at me over the phone that night of your party. Didn’t know she was there and what’s crazy is that your girlfriend sent me a picture of you guys kissing… anyways when I told your mom goodbye I gave her a hug and she held onto me & cried so much which made me cry because this is my final goodbye to our relationship. I told her you were the sweetest to me but the only wrong thing was you cheating…….. You seem happy in your new relationship. I hope she gets everything we always wished for in our relationship. There’s a saying that goes “there’s gonna be someone else who comes around and gets everything you always asked for”… She got the vacation I always asked for. She got the ring I always wanted. She has you. I never thought we will end because we promised each other things won’t end between us but never say never… goodbye forever 12.25.15🥺🤍

[bethdutten]

Uh that's great, because I have an idea for Captain Sy×reader in my mind. Imagine dancing with Sy to Tennessee Whiskey from Chris Stapleton on the wedding day. I think it would be so romantic and I really love that song!

not to be super controversial but sy is one of the HOTTEST characters like… 😮‍💨 my god look

Sy didn’t want to dance at your wedding.

It took a lot of convincing, and a world-class blowjob to get him to agree it to. On his last tour, he hurt his leg on an op bad enough to earn him an honourable discharge, and he still went to physio three times a week so he could walk without being in excruciating pain.

It scared you to death, getting that call. But it brought him home to you, eventually.

But you wanted that dance. You earned it, after years of worry and fear that Sy would be hurt or killed while he was away, welcoming him home for whatever short period of time he could manage before he left again. You loved him more than anything, and you’d take whatever kind of life you could get with him, than live without him.

He proposed the first year you were dating, promising he’d always come back to you, and he’d marry you. It took a brush with death for him to finally follow through.

So, you felt like you deserved this dance.Those three minutes of Sy holding you in his arms and knowing he just promised to love and take care of you forever, and knowing you'd do the same for him. Three minutes, that was all.

“Three minutes of me lookin’ like an fuckin’ idiot and wantin’ to die, sweetheart? Sounds like you’re askin’ a lot from your old man,” Sy had grumbled in that rough Southern drawl, earning him an eye roll.

“That’s dramatic.” 

“Babe, I can hardly walk,” he’d said gently, eyes on the floor. You knew he’d been struggling since getting back; not just with the nightmares, the mental barriers of being stateside again, but the physical ones, too. He wasn’t the same man anymore, in more ways than one.

You curled up to him on the couch, tucking yourself under his arm. “I don’t mean to pull the “army wife” card, but I didn’t ask for a lot, for years. Just that you come home to me. And now I’m asking for this. We have five month, baby. You’re getting stronger every day. Use it as something to work towards. For me, Captain Syverson?”

That’s all it took-- he turned to you with a sigh, a twitch of a grin on his lips behind that beard. “Shit, honey. You know there ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t do for you. You gonna abuse that for the rest of our lives?”

You laughed, a hand on the nape of his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. “You can do the same to me.”

He grunted when your other hand moved to that deliciously thick thigh, squeezing gently. “You fuckin’ know I will, sugar.”

He did so, so well. The wedding was small, intimate and filled with family and the group of friends and soldiers still around. Sy looked so handsome-- he’d trimmed the beard, his curls grown out a bit and brushed into place. You’d never seen him in a suit, let alone a tux before, and had to clutch onto your dad’s arm particularly hard to stop your legs from giving out when you saw him standing up there.

You only caught him wincing twice throughout the entire ceremony and the walk to the wedding party table. The reception was on the land Sy had bought a few years ago, close enough to hear the waves from the Gulf of Mexico down the road. The Texas sunset was beautiful, but you hardly noticed it, too focused on Sy.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, either. He raised your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss right below your wedding ring.

“I love you.” You smiled, choking back tears once again. Thank god for waterproof mascara or the ceremony would have left you looking like the Joker. “I love you, too, baby. I’m so glad you’re here.”

He knew what you meant-- here, at your wedding. Here, at home. Here, in your arms. There were a few close calls over the years, and he knew he’d put you through hell. Which is why he didn’t feel nearly as pained as he carefully stood up and kept your hand in his.

“Dance with me?”

Your eyes shined, and you broke out into the widest grin yet. You were serious when you asked him to try to dance for you, but you really wouldn’t have held it against him if he wasn’t feeling up to it. In fact, you were kind of expecting him to not be ready for it. “Really?”

He nodded, his slight limp barely noticeable as he led you to the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back. A song started playing, and suddenly the floor got empty, just the twinkling of the fairy lights and the setting sun illuminating the floor. 

But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottle And brought me back from being too far gone

You rested one hand on Sy’s shoulder, your cheek pressed down beside it as he held your other hand and slowly swayed you to the music. It was barely dancing; his left leg was still fucked, and he wasn’t a dancer even under the best circumstances. But it was good enough for you, and your closed your eyes to listen to his heartbeat in time with the song.

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

You felt Sy rest his cheek on the top of your head, squeezing your hand a little harder. It occurred to you that maybe this moment meant just as much to him as it did to you-- he was in the middle of a war for most of his life. His head still went back there too often, and it wasn’t always easy to be with him. He probably never imagined he would get something like this.

And he didn’t. As Sy held you in his arms, it hit him that he almost died less than a year ago. As he laid there in the dust and blood in a country hundreds of miles from you, all he could think of was never hearing your laugh again, never touching your lips, never getting to call you his wife and make you a mother and make good on all the promises he made under cover of stars and sheets in between deployments. 

But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

You lifted your head and rested your hand on his face, your thumb brushing under his eye. He didn’t even realize he was crying until you gave him an equally watery smile, laughing together.

Everything blurred around you, and the whole world narrowed down to you and Sy, not even dancing anymore, just holding each other close and listening to the song winding down. 

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey

You leaned in and kissed him, this man who was now your husband, this strong and virile Special Forces army man who turned into a purring mess in your hands, thanking god for bringing him home to you. Sy was smooth, and sweet, and warm-- and rough, and hardened and protective in a way that made your toes curl. 

And Sy looked down at the woman in his arms as he reluctantly pulled away from your lips, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and breathing out for the first time since he got home, because he finally, finally, felt like he was home.

[starlitangels]

Forever

The first time I watched Davey’s first video, I inserted “Can I pick?” after his lamentation and when he responded, I almost flipped but it made me laugh. So... here’s this. 2.1k words

—

Davey rubbed his temples. “I don’t know if I should kill you or marry you,” he muttered under his breath. Not for the first time. And I doubted it would be the last.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Y’know, if you keep saying that, one of these days you’re actually going to have to choose.”

He scoffed as I kissed as high up his back as I could reach—given he was freaking tall—and dodged off to our room.

—

David stared after his angel, blinking slowly. You’re right, he thought. I made my choice a long time ago.

He pulled out his phone, quickly searching for Asher’s number and sending a text to his beta. Hey. If my mate asks where I am at some point today, say I’m in a client meeting.

Asher’s reply came quickly. Ok… why?

There’s something I need to do but I’m not telling you over text and I can’t call because they might hear. I’ll tell you when I get to the office.

Ok

David shoved his phone back in his pocket.

—

“You’re proposing,” Asher stated as David climbed out of his car. “Right?”

David smiled dryly. He should have known. “Yeah. Yeah that’s the plan. How’d you guess?”

“I didn’t. My mate did. Mentioned I’d be… covering for you if your mate came asking and mine guessed it immediately.”

David snorted. “I applaud your mate’s insight.”

Asher chuckled. “Yeah.” He paused, clearly itching to say something but not sure if he should.

David sighed. “Out with it. What are you thinking?”

“It’s not too soon, is it?” Asher asked. “I mean, Milo and his mate have been together for three years and me and babe have been together for two-and-a-half. But you didn’t meet your mate till like six months after.”

David thought about Asher’s words as they went inside. “No. It’s not too soon. I’ve known on some level that I wanted to marry them since before we moved in together. Long before we bought the house. Whether or not I admitted that to myself… took a while.” He shot a glare at Asher. “But you can’t tell anyone about this yet. Because if you do, it’s going to circle back to my mate and spoil the surprise.”

Asher pouted. “Fiiiiine,” he complained. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“And tell your mate to keep it secret too. We both know that yours and mine have that secret group chat with Milo’s mate and your mate isn’t allowed to say anything in that either.”

“Yeah I already told them that. Besides, my mate doesn’t want to spoil the surprise.” They strolled into their office building. “Sooo... what are you thinking about for the ring?”

“I don’t know yet. Honestly, I’ll probably get a placeholder first, and then after I’ve actually proposed, take them with me to find something they actually want and are willing to wear for the rest of their life.” David cleared his throat. “Assuming, of course, that they say yes.”

Asher blew a raspberry and waved a hand dismissively. “They will. If they’ve been patient enough to put up with you for this long, they’re willing to put up with you for the rest of forever.”

David scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re probably right,” he admitted.

Asher stared at him like he’d just declared Asher the President of the United States. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, but then shook his head. “So... any plans on how you’re gonna do it?” he asked instead as they got to their desks. “Are you gonna take them out to dinner, are you gonna make dinner? Maybe a nice romantic hike and at the peak lookout spot, get down on one knee?”

David rubbed his temples. “I don’t know yet. I think I’d rather make dinner and not propose in public, but I don’t necessarily want to just... ask them to marry me in the house.”

“Wait!” a voice exclaimed. Milo appeared. “You’re proposing?”

David growled. “Yes. And you cannot tell anyone.”

“Oh no, I won’t. I just wanna be involved in this discussion.” Milo dragged over his desk chair and sat opposite David’s desk. David rolled his eyes and took a deep, fortifying breath. “We should really bring Amanda over too,” Milo added, looking around the floor for her.

“She’s not here today,” Asher said. “It’s her day off.” David gave Asher a glance. Asher shrugged. “I put together this week’s schedule for everyone, remember?”

David cleared his throat. “Right.”

“Okay. So, if you’re using a placeholder ring, you should really find one that you think they won’t mind wearing for a while—” Asher began.

“And the best way to do that is here, where your mate can’t check your browser history as easily,” Milo added.

“They don’t check. We trust each other,” David said.

“Milo’s still right. Don’t want them to be getting engagement ring advertisements just because their computer is on the same network. I spoiled my mate’s solstice present last year that way.”

Milo snapped his fingers, pointing at Asher. “See?”

David rubbed his temples and rolled his eyes. “I should send both of you back to your desks,” he muttered.

“Why would you do that, though? You need two of your best friends to help you plan one of the biggest moments of your life so far,” Asher said. David growled. “Seriously, though, this is, like, a bigger deal than the day you became the alpha.”

“Well...” Milo put in. “The actual weddin’ day maybe. I dunno about the proposal.”

David ignored them as they started to debate the ranking of important events in a person’s life and began looking online for a decent placeholder ring that they’d like. He knew his angel’s general taste in accessories, so hopefully he could find something they wouldn’t mind wearing for a few weeks while the two of them found a real engagement ring together.

“—and David’s not even listenin’, Ash,” Milo said.

David tuned back in at the mention of his name. “No, I’m not,” he said.

“Are you going to let us help you plan this out?” Asher asked.

“Can you contain yourselves and not be idiots?” David retorted.

Asher and Milo met each other’s gaze. “Sure.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“We can do that. Definitely.”

“Uh-huh.” Milo nodded.

David closed his eyes. It was going to be a long morning.

—

“This has been a really nice hike, Davey,” I said. We reached the crest of the hill, where a metal bench had been bolted into the ground.

“Wanna sit down for a minute? Take a little breather? We’re at the top of the trail,” he said.

“Sure,” I said.

We both sat down, Davey wrapping an arm around my shoulders and resting his cheek on the top of my head. The sun was still going to be up for a couple hours, but the light had taken the deeper shade of late-afternoon. It was warm outside and we were both a little sweaty, but not too bad. It was spring and the shade from the thick woods outside of Dahlia kept most of the heat at bay.

Davey sighed. “This is the first hike I remember my dad taking me on,” he said softly. “I know we must have gone on small hikes before this one, but this is the first one I have a vivid memory of. It’s always been one of my favorites.” He twisted and pointed behind us, deeper into the woods. “See that clearing, where the river is dammed up to make a little pool?” I craned my head around a few tree trunks.

“Yeah.”

“That’s where I first shifted. Milo and Asher too. I’m the oldest of the three of us. I hit puberty first. My dad brought me out here when I told him I felt my Core starting to activate. It’s easier for our kind to be outside when they shift for the first time. Especially when they don’t know how big they’re going to be.

“When we got to that clearing, Dad taught me how to shift. How to control it. We stayed out here for hours. And when I finally got it... I just remember his laugh. Big and full. He crouched down in front of me, still in human form. Set a hand on my shoulder, taking a handful of my fur. And he looked me in the eye and said, ‘David, I’ve seen a lot of shifters change for the first time. And I’ve never seen a first-time shift into a wolf as big as you.’ And then he shifted too, and he taught me how to use the mental link. How we communicate with each other in our wolf forms. And then we ran through the woods for most of the night.

“A few months later, he came back out here with Milo and his parents. It’s not always standard practice that the alpha goes with a young pack member’s family to experience the first shift, but our pack always has. Dad wanted to see us all. Wanted to be there. For him, as well as for us. I didn’t go to Milo’s.

“But I did go to Asher’s. He asked if I’d join my dad and his family. Milo’s a couple months younger than Ash, but Ash hit puberty last. Which, if you ask, Milo will still lord over Asher’s head. But, I will advise you, don’t ask either of them when they’re within earshot of the other unless you want them to start shouting at each other for the next hour.”

I laughed. “Sounds about right.”

Davey smiled. “I actually talked Asher through shifting for the first time. His dad and my dad both tried, but Ash had a hard time figuring out how to do it—at first. So, I sat with him and told him how it felt for me the first time. I know Ash better than I know anyone else in that pack. I knew how his brain worked, even when we were so young. I... tried to explain it in a way that I thought would make sense to his brain.

“And he got it. Suddenly there was this fluffy, grey wolf bounding around the clearing, doing the wolf equivalent of a smile, yipping and howling. I shifted too and we played around, getting used to these other bodies that we had.” David laughed and shook his head. “Told me a couple years ago that sometimes, if he has trouble shifting, he still hears what I said to him that day.

“When Dad and I got home from that experience, Dad set his hand on my shoulder again. And he said, ‘Son. You’re going to be the best alpha, one day.’” He sniffed, and I saw him reach up with his other hand and wipe at his eyes. He got up and pulled me to my feet, taking me into the clearing. I could see faded old scars in the tree bark from massive claws. Shifter claws. “I feel him in every blade of grass here. Every leaf,” David said. “This is where he made me the beta of the pack when I was eighteen. I can still see his smile.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him. “He’d be proud of you, Davey,” I said. “I know I never got to meet him, but if he was anything like you, I know he’d be so proud of the man and the alpha you’ve become.”

David set a hand on the back of my head, wiping his eyes again with his other hand. “Thank you, angel.” He kissed the top of my head. “I... told you all that to say... I wanted to be in a place where I could feel him—where he could give me his strength—so I’d have the courage to do this.”

He let me go and got down on one knee.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered.

David pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans. A black velvet box I hadn’t even noticed in his pocket. He looked me full in the face. Said my full name. Opened the box. “You are my mate, my angel, and the love of my life. Whenever I said I didn’t know if I should kill you or marry you, I always knew what the answer was. I made my choice a long time ago. Will you do me the honor of being with me forever—and marrying me?”

Tears sprang to my eyes. “Yes, David. Of course!”

He slid the ring on my finger, tears falling from his own eyes, before he stood up and crushed me into a hug. I grabbed his face in both of my hands and kissed him, hard. His hand slid to the back of my head, holding me close to him.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, Davey.”

[spicysagittarius]

for all the days of my life

oneshot, rated E

It’s the tenth of October amidst a beautiful autumn in Boston, and Michelle’s getting married today.

She’s getting married today. Her sixteen-year-old self would be furious.

Though the identity of her soon-to-be-husband might lift the teenage MJ’s spirits.

It’s the tenth of October amidst a beautiful autumn in Boston, and Michelle’s getting married today.

She’s getting married today. Her sixteen-year-old self would be furious.

Though the identity of her soon-to-be-husband might lift the teenage MJ’s spirits.

She’s been in love with Peter Parker for ten years and been dating him for five, and though they were among the first of their friends to get engaged, the proposal had been a long time coming. She remembers being eighteen and lying on a blanket in the middle of Central Park, running her fingers through Peter’s hair as he told her how much he loved her. “I hope this isn’t too intense or anything, but Em, someday I’m gonna ask you to marry me.”

Her heart had soared. Love was so dumb and embarrassing and heart-wrenching and wonderful. “Yeah?”

He’d smiled brilliantly. “Yeah.”

“Then I’ll say yes.”

“Yeah?” Impossibly, his eyes had lit up even more than they already were. Like they always were whilst settled on MJ.

“Yeah.”

He’d promised her that afternoon, years ago, that he’d marry her. She used to despise the idea of marriage, and couldn’t understand why people ever participated in it so voluntarily. She gets it now, though. She understood as soon as she fell in love with him. Though it was the twenty-first century and marriage wasn’t a prerequisite to long-term commitment, there was something about the official, ceremonial process of weddings that made having one feel essential. Only when it involved Peter, though. He was it for her.

Currently, she makes her way to the kitchen to make her morning tea. Their apartment felt empty without her fiancé, since he’d slept over at Ned’s to honour age-old tradition. It both kills and excites her to know that the next time she’d be seeing him, he’d be at the other end of the aisle, and she’d be moments away from becoming his wife. The word makes her shiver.

Peter had proposed to her in March. They’d both had the same Saturday free, which was rare for a journalist and an engineer, and she’d (rightfully) suspected that he’d bribed J. Jonah Jameson into giving her the day off. First they’d stopped at Delmar’s, picking up their favourite sandwiches. He’d slyly mentioned the fact that they’d eaten there on their first real date, and it was then that she’d predicted the day’s end. They’d brought the sandwiches to Central Park, laid out a blanket, and had a picnic. Just like they did at eighteen. Her suspicions grew stronger still as he’d continuously gushed about the last five years being the best of his life — besides the three months she’d been out of it because of Strange’s spell a few years ago. They'd been the worst months of his life, he’d explained, because though there’d been many different factors for that, not being with her was perhaps the most unbearable.

Then, with cloudy eyes, he’d pulled a sparkling, lone object from his pocket. Michelle’s ring is so truly her it’d baffled her upon seeing it for the first time: the moss agate pear-shaped diamond sat on a simple gold band; tiny pearls on either side of it, perfectly unique. He’d told her later that he’d wanted to propose with May’s wedding ring, but because it was buried with her, he’d added the pearls as a tribute to his deceased aunt, since her ring had had a plethora of them. He’d added that he hoped she didn’t mind, even though they both knew that MJ missed May and had loved her albeit only having a few months with her. Of course she didn’t mind. She’d taken his face between her hands and had assured him that if he’d been able to give her May’s ring, she would’ve been overjoyed and so, so honoured, but since the heirloom was unavailable, the ring in front of her was the most perfect thing she’d ever seen. His reaction, former anxiety turned relief and complete adoration, had made MJ cry. Her fiancé is sweet and thoughtful and sentimental and good .

God, she loves him. She gets to marry him today. She can’t wait.

Tiptoeing over to the corner of the kitchen, MJ pours cat food into the empty bowl on the floor as she tuts quietly. “Mayday, are you hungry?”

Her and Peter’s sweet, quiet cat meows in response, grazing her black fur across MJ’s calf before heading towards her breakfast. “Mommy and Daddy are getting married today,” she tells the munching cat, and though the statement falls on deaf ears, it feels so wholly huge and exciting and MJ needs to say it out loud every so often as if to not overwhelm herself with the information. She doesn’t think Mayday minds assisting her with this.

As she stands back up, she hears a persistent knock on the door, and goes to open it. Felicia, Cindy and Betty barge into the small flat without waiting for MJ’s permission, contagious excitement, beauty supplies, and wedding plans in hand. A flurry of “MJ!!!”s and “How are you feeling?!”s surround her and she reassures them with a confident grin.

Only two hours later (an eternity to a slightly nervous Michelle), her maids-of-honour have completed her hair and makeup. “Ta-da!” Cindy announces, grabbing MJ’s hand and pulling her in front of the floor mirror in the bedroom. And oh, wow.

She looks absolutely beautiful.

Her hair is left in its natural curls in a half-up, half-down sort of do, and the top section of hair is braided on each side, meeting at the back of her head in a loose ponytail. A few curls are left in the front, too, framing her face perfectly. MJ’d pleaded with Cindy to leave it as lowkey and Michelle-esque as possible, and though Cindy had groaned and begged to add some dramatics and flair, she’d succeeded. Her makeup matched the easygoing air of her curls, and Felicia too had wanted to do something bolder. Alas, they both knew their friend; MJ wasn’t one for anything drastic. A bit of mascara, concealer, highlighter (she fought Felicia on that one, but gets it now), and lipgloss are present on her face and it’s exactly what she’d imagined. She looks fucking awesome.

Her friends stand behind her, the two blondes both teary-eyed and the brunette grinning widely. “Wait until you put on the dress!” Cindy squeals.

Michelle hadn’t really cared about going dress-shopping, but knew that her friends would enjoy the experience and decided to humour them. The four of them — Betty, Felicia, Cindy and Ned (of course) were astonished at MJ’s nonchalance, but she had to admit, their enthusiasm made the bridal pressure ease up a bit. She definitely hadn’t been very excited at first, and the first eight dresses were pretty disappointing. Several were much too feminine, a few too detailed, and one of them frighteningly donned sequins on the bust. She’d gone back into the large fitting room with a huff; feeling impatient and even a little let down. She could tell that Lisa, the attendant, was getting fed up with her pickiness, even if she hid it well and was nothing but kind. MJ felt bad, and debated choosing the next dress solely to give the poor woman a break.

Lisa had entered the fitting room with a new dress after ten minutes of searching the store. She had a hopeful smile on her face as she helped Michelle into the gown, zipped her up, and after stepping back to look for herself, the attendant gasped and immediately spun Michelle towards the mirror. “What do you think?”

MJ’d timidly glanced at her reflection, and quickly did a double-take. Jesus Christ. She’d found it.

The dress, like her ring, was Michelle Jones to a T. Lowkey, but not boring, and just old-fashioned enough without being out of touch. The form-fitting bodice was a soft satin, and hugged her waist and hips comfortably. The ivory of the gown was so off-white it was almost beige, and the fabric fell to her feet lightly, boasting a thigh-high slit on the left leg. It wasn’t low cut, and the straps secured the form over her shoulders and met across her back — the only part of her torso that was left uncovered. It was perfect.

She’d gaped at herself in the mirror, and had a similar expression on her face now as she smoothed out the bodice, having put it on with the exciting knowledge that she’d be married when she took it off later.

Or, you know, when Peter took it off later.

It’s not like that infamous tradition wasn’t one they were going to follow. She’d had sex with Peter countless times in the last five years, so she’s not sure tonight will actually count as ‘consummation’, but hey. It’ll be the first time she gets to fuck her husband.

Her husband. What a mind-blowing phrase. MJ briefly wonders how on earth anyone’s ever been casual about using it.

The next hour flies by much too quickly for her liking. She’s shoved into Felicia’s car, driven to the venue (a quiet grassy area in the outskirts of Boston, now beautified by the autumn leaves on the trees), and helped out of the car by a fussing Betty. “Peter’s already walked the aisle, so you’re up whenever you’re ready, okay?” Michelle nods. “I love you,” Betty adds, throwing her arms around her. They would’ve arrived earlier, but, true to character, Felicia had made them leave later than they’d planned. It didn’t matter. She was here and just in time and about to get married and she just couldn’t fucking wait to see Peter.

They’d decided to skip on the whole bridesmaids/groomsmen/flower-girls shebang. MJ had never liked the whole father-giving-daughter-away thing either, for obvious reasons, something that Peter had always agreed wholeheartedly on, so Mr. Watson sat joyfully teary-eyed in the front row. MJ’s eyes found him straightaway as she peeked past the makeshift curtain that separated the venue from the rest of the park.

Deep breaths, she told herself. It’s just a goddamn wedding.

Today’s the day her and Peter will one day tell their child about. Totally not a big deal.

(Michelle always imagines said child as a little boy with her wild curls and Peter’s dopey grin. It makes her heart stutter every time she pictures him.)

Focus, MJ.

Later, she’ll assume her mind went on autopilot at this point. She’s walking down the makeshift aisle, faced with almost everyone she’s ever cared about. A few are blatantly absent. Michelle and Peter have lost so many. She aches for her mother to be here. For her sister to be here. Harry. Gwen. Peter’s parents, who she never met but respect and adore regardless because they made the love of her life, and Ben, another of Peter’s loved ones who she wishes she could meet and thank and know and love.

May.

She likes to think, as her well-worn Converse lead her down the aisle, that May is in the empty chair they’d sentimentally saved for her. There are two unclaimed seats in the audience: one for May, and one for Michelle’s late mother. Rather than their absence breaking her heart, it soothes her to know that both of the amazing women would be so incredibly proud of her and Peter. So happy for them. So excited for them. And MJ is at peace with it all.

She reaches Peter, grasping his hand. She matches his adoring grin, though his is paired with glassy eyes and hers is not. That bit was predictable, Michelle thinks with amusement.

And then they’re going through a simplified version of a wedding — Peter’d been fine with cutting out the unnecessary bits, but insisted on keeping the vows in the ceremony. This had made MJ groan and grumble because she’d always thought vows were particularly humiliating and stupid.

She’d never tell Peter this, but as she stands across from him and repeats her carefully transcribed sentences, she doesn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment. There’s nothing there but love and truth behind every word. And Peter is two seconds away from weeping, which is something she’s admittedly proud of. She’d aced it.

His are just as sickeningly sweet as Michelle guessed they would be, but they make her eyes water and she’s blinking rapidly as she listens to Peter talks about wanting to kiss her in Paris when they were seventeen. He is hers and she is his and she’s content. She feels so whole.

MJ barely registers Ned pronouncing them as husband and wife before Peter’s spinning her to his other side, dipping her, and kissing her dramatically. Everyone disappears and it’s just them on a bridge in London, Peter donning quite a different suit and the beloved black dahlia necklace in her hand instead of around her neck like it is now. As he tips her upright again, he breaks the kiss and mutters, “We’ll be continuing that later, my incredible, beautiful wife.”

Fuck, she has the biggest crush on him. He’s charming and sexy and hers and she can’t wait to get him alone.

Later.

Turns out, later doesn't come soon enough (and neither does she). Peter’s made it worse for her. He’s been teasing her ever since the kiss at the ceremony. She counts the series of events silently so she knows exactly how much payback she's owed.

One. As soon as they’ve been ushered into their cutely decorated ‘just married’ Toyota, he’s gripping her inner thigh over her wedding dress as she drives them straight to Chipotle.

Two. When they arrive at their small reception, held in Felicia’s large backyard, he’s hissing his impatience under his breath: “Can’t wait any longer to take this gorgeous dress off. It’s sexy, and it’s in my way.”

Michelle tries her best to hide the way his neediness makes her feel as she subtly bites her lip and smiles. “Later, weirdo.” As if he wasn’t making her hot-and-bothered.

Three. He teases her again as he pulls her in close, of course, to dance to ‘I Believe’ by Stevie Wonder. It’s their song, and normally she’d be thinking about that instead of how Peter’s sneaking kisses to her neck, a bite to her earlobe, a sly squeeze to her ass as he pulls her against him even tighter and her heart’s beating really fast because that was close. Not for any other. reason. She was just nervous that their guests almost saw him being a complete dick.

She considers threatening divorce but they’ve only been married for three hours and the ink on their marriage documents isn’t even dry. MJ cares less about that as the reception goes on, though, because the way that Peter’s licking cake off his spoon is conjuring memories of his tongue moving the same way a couple nights ago. Her breath is shallow and he’s an asshole and god, it’s been too long and she needs her husband and it’s only been a few days. She's so getting him back for all of that later. Much later.

But alas.

Finally, finally they’ve made it back to their one-bedroom apartment. She parks the car and he’s telling her to wait where she is. “Why?” She wonders aloud, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, until Peter runs over to the driver’s side of the car, opens the door, and scoops her up out of her seat. “Pete!” She squeals, both giggling as he runs up the three flights of stairs with her in his arms. They pass a couple neighbours on the way up, and are a little too horny to remember that there’s no way he should be that physically capable. The weird looks from the strangers, though, aren’t paid any attention, because Peter’s shifting her into one arm as the other unlocks their apartment with ease.

Peter opens the door ceremoniously with a proud “Welcome home, wife," and she’s doing that terribly girlish giggle again. She’s far too focused on his muscles to care, though. Michelle just really wants him. The sky is blue, grass is green. Peter is hot.

“You asshole.” She tries to look angry and sort of succeeds. He looks confused, raising an eyebrow in question. “Peter. You fucking teased me the entire day and you think I’m gonna give it to you that easy?”

She watches him pretend to think for a moment. He grins, then replies with a simple “yes.”

If she wasn’t this goddamn horny…

He’s absolutely right. MJ tells him so while she tugs at his slightly-wrinkled button-up. “…but I’m making you pay for today next time, Pete. Swear to god.”

He doesn’t answer her. He’s busy sliding her wedding dress down her body and groaning when he finds his wife nearly naked underneath it, save for the tiny white lace of her thong and, of course, her Converse. Her husband (god that word) drags his tongue from her breastbone to her navel. The dress hasn’t even left its bunched-up state around her ankles. Peter wants her, he wants her, he wants her.

Michelle frantically pull Peter up from his crouch and messily crashes her lips with his. She wants him, she wants him, she wants him.

Five minutes later, though it seems like five hours, the newlyweds have made it to their lumpy bed once a bastard but now the first place she gets to fuck her husband. He’s just in his briefs, and the only thing she’s kept on is the lace because she knows from experience that he always fucks her harder when her panties have been carelessly shoved to the side. And she needs it hard. Fuck, she needs it. Peter finds home between her legs, pinning her to the mattress with his body weight, and jerks his hips forward on instinct and need. The animalistic movement earns a high-pitched whine out of Michelle, and he watches her shut her eyes lustfully as he wraps a hand around her neck. Squeezing it ever-so-slightly, he thrusts his greedy bulge against her core once, twice, a third time, gaining momentum with each snap of his hips. “Look at me.” He orders her, gripping her jaw. Her eyes fly open and she’s never seen him look more needy than he does now. It’s overwhelming sometimes, knowing she’s that wanted. That needed. That loved.

Peter snakes his other hand down to the lace and shoves it to the side. MJ’s eyes widen in surprise when she feels the thin cotton prison of his briefs rub directly onto her swollen clit. She’s never been this wet, she swears it. He feels it too when he drags his imprisoned erection from her gushing entrance back to the sensitive nub. This is new. He works harder, maintaining his grip on her neck as he drops his head on the mattress next to it. As he ruts even harder against her, she picks up on his mutter, so low she could’ve missed it. “You gonna cum for me like this?”

She nods. No, wait. Words are important when he’s in charge. “Uh huh.” The faint whimper is all she can manage.

“‘M not even inside you, Em. Haven’t got my cock or my fingers or my tongue in your cunt, and you’re still gonna fall apart, yeah? Fall apart with my cock rubbing you off.” It’s a hiss, and she moans brokenly at that. He sits up on his knees to shove his boxers down and off, then returns to his wife in mere seconds. Without the fabric barrier, and after he stops to position himself, his dick slides perfectly up her pussy, parting her lips, and his leaking tip tortures her quivering bundle of nerves. They both cry out at the sensation — it’s intense, to say the least — and Peter begins moving his hips again and again and again and again and fuck fuck fuck she’s there and he’s gripping her hair and jerking her head back to watch her cum .

“What a fucking sight.” She hears him growl as she comes down from the high. Her chest is heaving, legs shaking and breath stuttering and he has her so fucked up. Mind body and soul. Everything that is Michelle Jones is driven mad by her want and love and need for him.

Before she can process anything besides his face, he’s gripping her hips and flipping them with a strength only a superhero could muster. She’s confused. There’s no way he expects her to ride him, not after that intense orgasm, right? But before she can ask, he’s mumbling, “Let me do the work, baby. I got you.”

She nods eagerly, heart melting. The coupling between Peter and Michelle is sometimes intense, sometimes lazy, sometimes mindless and hard, but whenever they need to just feel each other, she’s on top. It connects them and it's simple and Michelle loves feeling loved by him. There aren’t many other situations in which she feels it more so than this. And while it’s always passionate and fuelled by adoration, it's also her and Peter. Sex rarely remains slow and romantic even if it starts that way. She just calls it range.

Yes. She and Peter are sexually versatile. That's all.

Because they're so versatile, when Peter lowers her onto his aching cock and gives her a moment (her superhuman husband isn’t exactly small or even average), she knows that in a minute, he’ll be too impatient to take his time. Fuck. She loves it when he doesn’t take his time like this. In fact, if he waits any longer to fuck the absolute shit out of her, she’s gonna take the fucking reigns. Fuck him.

Oh…oh, fuck him.

Because Peter gives up on 'slow' after the fourth slow-paced thrust, shoots her one of those looks — she’d been fucking him for long enough to know his non-verbal cues — and after a nod of her head, he’s rearing back and pounding into her without any hesitation. When he doesn’t hold back, she finds Peter breathtaking. Sometimes literally. His stamina could prove efficient well into a twelfth round of fucking and more often than not she'll sound like an Olympic sprinter after they're done. Michelle both wishes she could keep up with him and is glad she can’t.

His determination stuns her as she’s witness to it now. Her elbows are shaking too much to hold her upright anymore, and she’s collapsing onto his chest as he fucks wildly into her. MJ’s pretty sure that’s her voice she’s hearing; the one whimpering Peter Peter Peter over and over again pathetically. She would be embarrassed if she was coherent enough, but perhaps she wouldn’t because it’s Peter and they love each other and he knows what she’s like when he’s fucked her up. Plus he’s told her he likes her like this. He likes knowing only he can make her feel this way. He told her about that when they were twenty-one and he’d admitted that he might be Spider-Man but he never feels more powerful than he does when he’s got her like this. Thoroughly fucked and sobbing for him and falling apart on his cock again and again. The confession, given right after sex, had made her throb and his dick was down her throat before he’d even finished talking.

And quite honestly, if she keeps thinking about shit like that, she’s gonna fucking cum again. So she does her best to focus on present Peter.

...Except focusing on the Peter below her and inside of her does nothing to ward off another orgasm. No, no, it summons it, because one look at his sweaty, perfect, blissed out face and she’s hurled off the edge yet again into pleasure’s abyss. In it she finds his eyes.

Always his eyes.

Peter slows down for a moment or two, but Michelle doesn’t get to fully recover. Not that she wants to. She hasn’t even caught her breath before he’s flipped her beneath him, positioning her on her side, and pounding into her again. She cries out and her entire body is shaking from the overstimulation. Harder and harder still he wrecks her and she unabashedly stares at his six pack flexing at the strain of it all. He gives her everything and that is how roughly he fucks her and she craves it whenever he’s not inside her. Her husband is magnificent.

That word again.

Peter seems equally enthralled by the equivalent, because she picks up on a, “good girl. Good fucking girl. You’re so fucking good for me. Take it so well, don’t you? My perfect wife. So fucking sexy. Look at you, fuck!” He accentuates the word with a swift slap to her ass, making her jerk and wail loudly. “Sexy and powerful yet so eager to please. Such a good girl for me. Take my fucking cock, Em. Wanna fuck you so good you’ll feel me inside you for weeks.” He stops muttering to take a few breaths, staring at her face as he speaks again in a softer tone: “God, I love you."

The declaration is all Michelle needs to cum for the fourth time tonight, ears ringing as she falls with a weak whimper of his name. It’s all she can manage but she knows he understands. She loses consciousness for a few seconds. The intensity is more than she can really bear.

But he’s here and he’s gently removing her (ruined) underwear and she’s not sure when he filled the tub up because after a few minutes he’s lifting her from the bed and lowering her, after a short trip, into a warm bath. MJ’s coherent enough now to smile and stroke Peter’s face. “I love you too.”

“We got married today.” He whispers, awed.

“We totally did.”

They laugh together, then, at the dramatics of it all; how everything feels different now but so incredibly the same that it makes Michelle’s heart squeeze. It's her and Peter against the world and as corny as it sounds, she truly believes that nothing in the world is stronger than their love for each other. To be seen, to be known, to be loved. Maybe finding That Person always meant that quotes from classical literature she once thought were god-awful before him now make complete sense after him. She understands Elizabeth Bennet and Jane Eyre and Catherine Earnshaw, because Peter is Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester and Heathcliff. Though she hopes for a happier ending than Wuthering Heights.

No, scratch that — she doesn’t hope for it, she knows they’ll have an abundance of happy times, because it’s them. If MJ has Peter and if Peter has MJ, they can do anything, and as she holds him tight, she can’t feel anything but excitement for the rest of their lives.

[seungs1ks]

can I request seungsik fluff where, after talking with his members, he proposes to you? Thanks!!

hi, thank you so much for requesting! i hope you like it :)

forever. (k.s.s.)

{fluff}

pairing: kang seungsik x gn!reader

warnings: none, just lots of victon banter

word count: 1.9k

“Close the door!” Seungsik hissed at Hanse through gritted teeth. The younger member quickly did so and joined his friends, who were gathered in the middle of the living room. Seungsik was on the couch, looking visibly stressed out. Next to him were Subin, Seungwoo and Byungchan. Sejun and Chan were sitting on the floor.

Hanse pulled up a chair and joined the huddle. “What’s going on? Why does Seungsik look like he’s about to shit himself?”

Subin burst out laughing, and Seungsik ignored him. “I have something to tell you guys,” he began. “It’s been killing me and I’m so nervous and so emotional about it, it’s been driving me crazy for weeks and I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Everyone leaned in closer with near-perfect synchronization. Of course, a few of the members couldn’t wait to venture their guesses.

“You’re not leaving Victon, are you?” Subin pouted.

“Was it you who spilled coffee all over my bag last month and you’re finally confessing?” Seungwoo questioned.

“Are you--” Chan cut himself off with a loud gasp, punctuated by everyone else’s exclamations of pure shock, when Seungsik took out what looked very much like an engagement ring box from his pocket.

Everyone just stared at it for what seemed like minutes.

Seungsik groaned. “Say something, idiots! I’m already so stressed.”

“Whoa…hyung…” Byungchan whispered, mouth hanging open. “You’re gonna propose?”

The older member nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it feels right. I want to spend forever with (y/n).”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Sejun squealed, getting up from the floor and practically pouncing onto Seungsik, wrestling him with the roughest embrace. “This is so amazing I am so happy this is so great can I be your best man,” he prattled on, making Seungsik huff out a laugh and finally easing his tension a little bit. The other members cheered and joined in on the pile, burying Seungsik with love and congratulations.

When the hug ended, everyone went back to sitting in their original spots. Seungwoo tenderly fussed over Seungsik’s hair,which had been messed up in the commotion.

“What are you so nervous about, hyung?” Hanse asked.

Seungsik sighed. “Everything? I don’t know. I just want this to go right. I’m so scared I’ll mess something up, or something will go wrong… I don’t know, this is just the biggest, most important thing in my life -- after debuting, of course -- and I just want it to be perfect.”

Byungchan squeezed Seungsik’s leg to comfort him. “Don’t worry about it so much. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“(Y/n) could say no,” Chan observed. Everyone groaned. Seungsik fell back onto the couch.

“Heo Chan! Seriously?” Seungwoo scolded. Chan covered his mouth in embarrassed laughter, and Sejun couldn’t help but laugh too, slapping his hyung’s shoulder a few times.

“Okay, let’s completely ignore that,” Hanse rolled his eyes. “They’re not gonna say no, let’s just get that out of the way. How are you gonna do it? When?”

“I was planning to do it where we first met. At that one bench in the park, by the river. Well, first I was going to sing their favorite song. Is that too cheesy?”

“No.”

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“A little.”

“Lim Sejun!” Seungwoo glared.

Seungsik was too nervous to even acknowledge that comment. “But yeah, I was going to do it tonight, actually. It’s the fourth anniversary of us meeting at that bench.”

Subin squealed. “Hyuuunnnggg that’s so cute and thoughtful! It’s gonna go great. It’ll be perfect. Is there anything we can do to help?”

The older member chuckled. “Don’t show up, I guess?”

Everyone laughed. “Fair,” Hanse smiled. “We promise we’ll stay far away.”

“Yeah, unless Chan is overcome by a sudden urge to dance by the river,” Sejun smirked, earning howls of laughter and a sulking Chan.

Seungsik sighed when the noise had died down. “So you guys don’t think I’m crazy for doing this, right? Should I do it? What if they freak out?”

“You worry too much, hyung,” said Byungchan.

“You should totally do it. We all know how much you love (y/n) and you two are perfect for each other,” added Sejun. “I know you think through everything a lot before you do it. So trust that this is the right decision, hyung.”

The others nodded in agreement. Seungsik took a deep breath and tucked the ring back into his jacket pocket.

***********

You smiled as you felt Seungsik squeeze your hand tighter, and responded by nuzzling your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked by the river. He’d taken you out for a really nice dinner at a cute place, and now you two were on a romantic walk. It was so beautiful with the lights, and the tranquil atmosphere, coupled with Seungsik’s fingers laced with yours, filled you with a sense of calm and happiness you only felt when next to him.

Suddenly, Seungsik stopped walking. You looked up at him and tilted your head. He giggled. “You’re so cute. Wondering why I stopped?” You nodded your head yes. “Does this place look familiar?”

Curious, you looked around and noticed the bench -- your bench -- and gasped. “Oh, babe, it’s our meeting anniversary, isn’t it?” You pouted. “I’ve been so busy with work, I completely forgot, I’m sorry--”

Your boyfriend laughed and shut you up with a soft peck to the lips. “Please don’t apologize. You don’t have to remember every little thing; it’s been so long.”

“But you do.”

“Well, I have a really good memory.”

“Is that what this romantic dinner and night walk was for?”

“Yes…but you know none of that is enough to show you my love, or how special you are to me.”

“Silly, I don’t need much. Being yours is more than enough for me.”

Seungsik beamed at you, and his eyes sparkled under the street light. He looked so effortlessly handsome, so content, and you felt your heart swell. He took your hand in his and led you towards the bench. “Sit with me?”

It seemed silly to even entertain that question, but you said yes nonetheless. Both of you sat on your bench, and sat there for a little while in comfortable silence, enjoying the light breeze that grazed past your forms. You leaned your head against his chest, and he enveloped one long arm around you. You noticed that his heart was beating at an unusually fast pace.

“You okay, babe?”

“Hm?” Seungsik mumbled.

“You worried about something?”

He exhaled, and you heard his shaky breath. Concerned, you sat up and were about to ask him what was wrong, but he held up a finger to you. He was looking deep into your eyes, and his own held something all at once genuine and loving, but there was something else there -- nerves, uncertainty, maybe? You weren’t sure.

“Love,” Seungsik said. “You’re everything to me. Actually, ‘everything’ doesn’t even cut it. You have been the biggest blessing in my life, and I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but the past four years have felt like a dream to me. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else but you. I know in my heart that you’re my person, and I’d be beyond honored if you happen to feel that way about me too.”

Where is all this coming from? You just stared at him, trying to ignore the tears that were threatening to spring into your eyes. “Seungsik, wha--”

“I love you so much. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love anything, or anyone,” he continued, and when he got up off the bench to get down on one knee, you almost screamed, but your hands flew to your mouth. Now the tears began to flow like a waterfall.

Your boyfriend started to cry too, which made things only worse for you as your shoulders started to shake from sobbing. “I love you,” he barely managed to blurt out, his lip quivering, eyes brimming with tears. Seungsik took a small velvet box from out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring. You audibly yelped, which made Seungsik giggle through his tears. “Will you marry me?” He breathed, looking up at you with a loving gaze like you’d never seen before.

“Yes,” you somehow were able to croak out, muffled by your hands. “Yes, yes, Seungsik, I’ll marry you, oh my god,” you cried, removing your hands from your mouth and wrapping your arms around him. You felt him melt into your arms, and he stood up, helping you up at the same time. Both of you stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other, crying softly.

Seungsik pulled away from you and he was grinning, his cheeks stained with tears, his eyes puffy, still looking so handsome. With a shaky hand, he slipped the ring onto your finger.

“Ah, babe, I was hoping I wouldn’t cry,” he laughed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Sorry I couldn’t keep it together.”

“Don’t you dare apologize when you just proposed to me, Kang Seungsik,” you blubbered, trying to dry your eyes with the back of your sleeves. The way you said it made him chuckle.

“Kiss me,” he mumbled, and you gladly obliged, and you placed your lips on his, mouths melting together perfectly -- it was such a passionate and loving kiss you swore you were getting dizzy.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal, love. Or a better soon-to-be husband. You’re my forever, and I always knew it,” you smiled at him.

“I was gonna sing to you, but I was so nervous I don’t think a tune would’ve come out,” Seungsik admitted.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed. “Maybe at home you can treat me to that private performance.”

“I think we might be doing other things later,” he winked at you.

Suddenly, you heard whooping and cheering behind you. You and Seungsik whipped your heads around to see the members literally appearing from behind a tree, running towards you, making way too much noise as usual.

“Oh god,” Seungsik threw his head back and laughed. You couldn’t stop laughing either. Seungwoo was the first to reach Seungsik, and he gave him the biggest hug. Byungchan, Sejun and Subin joined in, and Seungsik had the biggest smile on his face as he cried out for help.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to see Chan, with open arms. “Congrats,” he beamed at you. You thanked him and gave him a hug.

Hanse, entering the scene fashionably late, ran over to give you a hug as well. He shook his head as he looked at his friends burying Seungsik in a suffocating embrace. “We promised him that we’d stay away, but…you know us.”

You chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know he’s secretly happy that you guys were here to see this.”

“Why were you so late?” Chan questioned the rapper.

“There was a stray cat in the parking lot.”

“You’re so disappointingly predictable.”

You let them bicker, and Seungsik bounded over to you. You smiled, noticing his eyes were still a little puffy. Of course, he read your mind. “My eyes still puffy?” He grinned, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You nodded.

“Well, so are yours,” he smirked before grabbing you by the face and kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe you’re my fiance,” you breathed, admiring the ring on your finger. “And this ring… it’s perfect, babe.”

“I remember your eyes lingering on it once when we went shopping in the city.”

Your jaw dropped. “What was that, like, a year ago, Seungsik?”

“Yeah…I have a good memory.”

He kissed you again. It was like he couldn’t stop. Not that you minded. You and him had forever.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

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“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.” 

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”

[sunrisefairy]

Last chances

Pairing: George Weasley x reader Warning: Alcohol, swearing, angst (but worth it i promise) Summary: Y/N is getting married. To someone that isn’t George. 

A/N: this was written for @inglourious-imagines​​ 1K writing challenge (i just realised i didnt tell you before hand what prompts i was gonna do so i hope thats okay) based off the prompts ‘you need to leave’ and ‘d-did you just k-kiss me?’

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George felt all the air being sucked out of his lungs as he read over the golden cursive words printed onto the crisp white paper. He could feel Fred’s pitiful stare burning holes into the side of his head, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the paper in his grasp. George’s brain was overflowing with thoughts, but his head was empty at the same time, as if every time he reached out his thoughts were dissolving into liquid and slipping through his fingers.

By the time George managed to make eye contact with Fred, his eyes were red and burning with tears, the only thought he could wrap his fingers around was the one which was destroying him the most, “she’s getting married?”

~~~

The sun was beating down harshly making the sand feel like tiny grains of lava, but George didn’t care. It was the middle of summer and the Weasley family had invited the Y/L/N’s to the beach. John and Nancy Y/L/N had been very good friends with Molly and Arthur Weasley for many years having met during high school. But soon after graduation John and Nancy got married and decided to travel the world which they had done for a few years before having their daughter Y/N. They moved around a lot while Y/N was a baby, still wanting to explore and see what the world had to offer. But now, Y/N was 7 and they decided it would do her and themselves some good to settle down somewhere, plant some roots so to speak. Which is how they ended back in the small town John and Nancy grew up in, the one where the Weasleys were still living.

Giving that it was summer, and the weather was reaching high temperatures the Weasley family decided to spend the day at the beach so the children could kill some energy and excitedly invited their old friends, John and Nancy to catch up.

George was particularly thrilled not only because he loved days at the beach playing with his siblings and making sandcastles just to pretend he was a giant and stomp on them, but he couldn’t wait to meet Y/N. His parents had told him and Fred that Y/N was their age and although Fred wasn’t very interested in playing with a girl and would much rather prank Ron, George had a good feeling about Y/N.

George had just finished constructing a sandcastle he named ‘Castle Weasley’ and was about to jump on it when his mum calls for him. He drags his bare feet through the hot sand over to his parents who are chatting with 2 people he doesn’t recognise.

“Fred, George this is John and Nancy, and this is their little girl Y/N.” Molly gestures to the timid girl hiding behind her mum’s leg.

Reluctantly Y/N moves from her previous hiding spot and stares doe eyes up at the twins in front of her. George’s mouth is dry and his palms are clammy, but he doesn’t think it’s from the blistering heat. George Weasley is staring at the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

~~~

It’s been 3 weeks since Y/N’s wedding invitation arrived in the mail and George had shoved it under a pile of bills he was also planning to ignore. Although he doesn’t need to see the invitations to remember the words which were written on the paper ‘kindly join us for the wedding of Y/N L/N and William Chapman. Saturday the seventeenth of April at 11 o’clock.’

It was the 10th of April today, just 7 days till Y/N’s wedding. George felt bile rising in the back of his throat every time he thinks about Y/N marrying someone which wasn’t himself. George has had a crush on the girl ever since he first met her that day on the beach. Back then he only ever saw it as a silly little crush which he hoped he’d eventually get over. But years went on and his crush only grew and grew until it was suffocating. When they reached high school, George planned to tell Y/N about his feelings but chickened out each time, scared of ruining their friendship.

To be honest George always felt (maybe he just hoped) that him and Y/N were meant for each other and sooner or later they’d be together. He held tightly onto this when Y/N started dating William. George was optimistic that William and Y/N’s relationship wasn’t serious and eventually they’d break up and George could finally confess his feelings. All of that went down the drain the second George open up that stupid envelope.

“I ran into Y/N today. At the store,” Fred says carefully trying to gage his brother’s reaction to her name. George just offers a grunt in response, eye staring blankly at the tv in front of him. “she asked about you, wants to know if you’re going to the wedding since she hasn’t heard anything from you.”

George doesn’t reply. Fred just sighs, ”c’mon mate. You’re really not going to go? It’s Y/N we’re talking about here. She’s your best mate.”

George racks his ringers through his already messy hair, squeezing his eyes closed. “That’s exactly why I can’t go. It’s Y/N. How can I sit there and watch Y/N marry some other guy and pretend I’m okay with it?” George feels tears threatening to fall down his cheeks, it’s a wonder he has any tears left to cry.

Fred moves closer to George on the couch, wrapping his arm around his twin who chokes out a sob, “I know buddy, I know it fucking hurts.”

~~~

Since graduating high school George and Y/N made it tradition to catch up once a week if not more so they wouldn’t lose touch. But their newfound busy lives with university and work meant they hadn’t seen each other for a month. They finally found a day that they were both free and decided to meet up for coffee. George had paid for Y/N’s latte while she found them a table by the window. He set their drinks down admiring how beautiful Y/N looked, she was practically glowing.

“So, Y/N what’s new with you? I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” George takes a long sip of his coffee.

George knows Y/N must have some important news for him, judging solely off the smile that she’s failing to conceal. “Well, if you must know. I met someone.”

The colour drains from George’s face and he coughs trying to regain his composure. “Like a boy?”

“Yes a boy silly, his name is William and I met him at the library. It was actually really funny I was turning down one of the aisles and he” George drowns out Y/N’s voice, he can hear his heart thumping in his chest, threatening to jump out.

George knows, he knows it’s his own fault for not telling Y/N how he feels sooner. He knows he doesn’t have anyone else to blame but himself, but it doesn’t make this hurt any less. Sweet, kind Y/N, who had gently cradled George’s heart unknowingly since they were 7, has squeezed it between her slender fingers like a stress ball.

“George?” Y/N words break him from his trance.

“That sounds amazing Y/N, I’m really happy for you.”

~~~

It’s Monday and Y/N has been trying to contact George for days with no luck. She ran into Fred last Saturday who said George has just been super busy with work, she didn’t believe it one bit, she needed to find out why George has been ignoring her.

She pushes the store door open and the bell above chimes announcing her arrival.

“Sorry we’re closed for the day!” a voice travels through the store before it’s owner exits the storeroom to see who the culprit is, who clearly cannot read the ‘closed’ sign hanging on the door.

George’s eyes land on Y/N who is standing by the front door unmoving and twiddling with her fingers, playing with an engagement ring that seems out of place on her left hand. “What are you doing here?”

Y/N steps closer, not noticing the way George takes a small step back, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

George doesn’t speak, he’s certain that his voice would be unsteady if he did. Y/N hates the silence, so speaks again, “I’m getting married you know, on Saturday.”

George sucks in a breath, turning his back to fix one of the displays. “Yeah, congratulations,” he mumbles.

“I didn’t know if you got the invitation or not, kind of expected you to call.” Y/N shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans, moving so she is standing beside George who is avoiding her gaze. “What’s the matter Georgie?”

George shakes his head, “kind of fast isn’t it? Why the rush to get married to that twat?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, ever since George met William, he made it very clear he didn’t like the bloke. “George stop it. He proposed and I said yes. We figured why wait to start our lives together, y’know? So on Saturday I thought that-“

“-I’m not going.” George’s words felt like a hot knife to Y/N’s chest. When George finally mets her gaze he continues, “I’m not going to the wedding Y/N.”

“Why?”

“Because! Because William is a prick and doesn’t deserve you. I can’t sit there and watch you marry some idiot.” George knows his voice is getting louder and that his hands are flailing around but he doesn’t care. “He’s an absolute tosser! You deserve better than William.” You deserve me.

“William has done nothing but love me, George.” The thought of George not being there at her wedding breaks her heart. George was her best friend; how could she not have her best friend at the wedding. “Are you really not going to be there for me?” Y/N’s voice is quiet and timid.

It shatters George to see her so upset and the next words almost kill him.

“No, I won’t be there.”

~~~

Click.

Click.

Click.

“Okay mum that’s enough photos now!” Y/N giggles trying to hide her face behind her hands.

“Just one more please! George put your arm around her this time.” Nancy says holding the camera up to her face.

George wraps his arm around Y/N waist pulling her closer to him very aware of the way Y/N leans into his side. It’s the night on the school dance and somehow he had gathered enough courage to ask Y/N to go with him, she agreed of course and now they were standing out the front of Y/N’s house in front of the rose bushes while Y/N and George’s parents took photos.

“Okay now one with the four of you together,” Molly says pushing Fred and his date over to the rose bush. The four of them stood together smiling at all the flashing cameras which almost blinded them.

Molly wipes a tear that slips down her cheek, she always got emotional during things like this, “I cannot believe my little babies are growing up. 16 and going to a school dance with their gorgeous dates.”

“Right mum that’s enough, we’re gonna be late,” George groans although he didn’t mind having his arm around Y/N’s middle.

Molly nods agreeing, “right fine! Don’t want to keep you from your dance, have fun!”

Arthur drops the 4 of them off at the school hall reminding them he’d be back at 12 to pick them up.

All 4 of them spend most of the night dancing together and laughing at Fred’s questionable dance moves. Soon the upbeat song comes to an end and a much slowly one started playing. Immediately Fred extends a hand to his date, “m’lady. Care to dance?”

George turns his body to face Y/N who is gazing up at his tall frame, he gulps “Y/N do you wanna dance with me?”

The smile that spreads across her face could light up the room, “yes please.”

For the remainder of the night George and Y/N sway slowly to the music, Y/N moves closer to George until her head is resting against his chest and his arms find their place on her hips.

Y/N can hear George humming to the music above her and she smiles giving his shoulders a small squeeze, then whispers so quietly she’s worried George doesn’t hear her. “I hope we are always best friends Georgie.”

“I promise we will be love.”

~~~

Friday night and George hasn’t spoken to Y/N since she visited the shop. He’s ignored her phone calls and text messages; she came into the shop again on Wednesday, but George locked himself in the backroom telling Fred he had to do stocktake.

George could feel himself falling apart, Y/N was upset with him, Fred was annoyed at his childish behaviour. George felt himself fall deeper and deeper as his heartache and sorrow grew stronger every time he remembered Y/N’s engagement. The only thing which seems to numb his feelings was the alcohol.

At this point George wasn’t sure how much he had had to drink, but the buzz running through his system was better than the bitterness he was feeling before. It had just hit 11:30pm at night and he had finished the last of the tequila from the bottle. With no alcohol to distract his brain his eyes drift over the numerous photo frames he has hanging on the living room wall. His eyes stop at one photo in particular, it’s of him and Y/N from the day at the beach when they were 7. Despite it being the first time the two had met, they looked like they’d known each other since birth. Y/N had been very shy when she was introduced to the twins, but George quickly made her feel comfortable and the day was spent with lots of laughter and smiles. In the photo George and Y/N are stood side by side on the sand, grinning up at the camera. They had just made a huge sandcastle village and were very proud to show off their creation. George’s eyes wander down the photograph to their hands which are tightly intertwined. He bites his lip before stumbling out the front door.

~~~

“Do you ever think about getting married Georgie?” Y/N questions, she’s lying beside George outside on the grass, staring up at the clouds moving above them. They did this a lot, gazing at the sky trying to find the funniest shapes in the clouds.

George is only 12 but he knows exactly who he wants to marry, not that he will admit that.

“No, not really.” George tries not to freak out when he feels Y/N’s hand intertwine with his own, “do you?”

Y/N nods, “yep, I want to marry someone who is funny and will let me eat ice cream for dinner.” She giggles and it makes George’s heart soar, it the 5 years of knowing Y/N it had quickly become George’s favourite sound.

He turns his head to face Y/N, she’s still looking up at the sky, there’s a faint smile on her lips.

“I’m funny.” George isn’t sure what he’s insinuating.

Y/N turns to face him, “you are. Would you let me eat ice cream for dinner?” he nods eagerly.

Y/N purses her lips before smiling, “well then Georgie, maybe I’ll marry you.”

George can only hope that’s true.

~~~

George’s fist hammers against the wooden door. It knows it late and there’s a chance William will answer instead of Y/N but in this moment he doesn’t care. “C’mon Y/N open up! It’s me George.”

The door swings open and Y/N is standing on the other side in a fluffy dressing gown wrapped snuggly around her body rubbing her eyes. “George what the hell are you doing here?” There’s a trace of annoying on her voice, mostly because he’d woken her up but also because she’s been trying to talk to him all week and he decides to show up at her house at midnight the night before her wedding.

“I-um,” George stammers, his words getting stuck in this throat. He has spent practically his whole life wanting to tell Y/N he loves her but never being able to find the words, this time was no exception. So, in George’s alcohol fuelled mind he decides if he can’t use words then actions are the next best thing.

Y/N is staring blanking at the redhead on her porch, eager to know the reason why he’s standing in front of her after ignoring her all week. George timidly steps closer towards Y/N before resting his hands on her cheeks and pressing their lips together roughly.

Y/N is stood frozen on the spot until her hands reach up to rest on George’s chest. She can taste the strong alcohol on Georges mouth, and she’s pulled back to reality and pushing him away. “D-did you just k-kiss me?”

George nods.

Y/N is filled with anger and it starts to bubble up inside of her. “What the fuck George? You’ve been ignoring me all week not answering my calls or texts and-and then you just come here drunk and do that? You can’t come here the night before my wedding and kiss me. It’s not fair!”

George’s shoulders slump, “I’m sorry, I just had to say- that I…” he pauses again, his eyes scanning over Y/N’s face hoping somehow she’s learnt how to mind read.

“What? You had to say what George?” Y/N is aware that she’s yelling but she can’t bring herself to care.

“That I love you.”

Y/N doesn’t speak her brain is running a hundred miles a minute. The silence is unpleasant and unbearable, George looking into Y/N’s eyes trying to read her expression.

“You need to leave,” Y/N utters, her face unmoving.

It’s like George’s feet are glued to the ground, he’s brain is screaming at him to move but he can’t.

“You need to leave George.” Y/N’s voice is firmer this time, “I’m getting married tomorrow and you need to leave right now.”

~~~

George Weasley is an idiot. No, he’s more than an idiot, George Weasley is a dickhead, plain and simple.

He hadn’t been able to fall asleep when he got home, he kept replaying the night over and over. Every time he closed his eyes, he was met with Y/N staring back at him. Except she’s staring with so much disgust it makes George feel sick, he can still hear Y/N’s voice telling him to leave. George Weasley not only managed to lose the life of his life in one night but also his best friend. He feels like a dickhead.

George glances over at the clock next to his bed. 10:30 am. Y/N is getting married in 30 minutes. His chest pains, he thinks he might throw up.

George staggers out of bed and towards the kitchen, he needs water. His journey is interrupted by a harsh knock from the front door. He sighs, he knew Fred would come around to try and convince him to go to the wedding. George figures he couldn’t go to the wedding even if he wanted to, sure that his invitation was no longer valid after last night.

“Fred, seriously I’m not going,” George flings open the door and he almost passes out.

Y/N was standing there looking like an angel, he thinks maybe he died from alcohol poisoning and was actually in heaven. Y/N’s hair was laying loosely across her shoulders, she was wearing a breathtaking white gown which hugged her body perfectly.

George mouth is gaping open his voice coming out breathless and in a whisper, “what-what are you doing here?” He’s half expecting Y/N to slap him across the face for his antics last night.

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/N also whispers, as if this is a secret conversation, only meant for the two of them.

“Why?” George squeaks.

“Because I love you.”

Y/N steps closer and drapes her arms around George’s neck pulling him closer so their foreheads are resting against each other.

As soon as she woke up this morning Y/N felt ill. It wasn’t until she was standing in her wedding dress by the church did she realise why she felt sick. It was because the man that was waiting for her inside the church wasn’t George. Her mum sensed her daughters doubts and offered a comforting hand on her shoulder, “darling, you tell me right now if you want out. I’ll get a car, I’ll sort out this whole thing, you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Without thinking Y/N had responded, “I want out mum.” That lead to Y/N zooming away in her dad’s car straight for George’s place.

Y/N gazes into George’s warm and gentle eyes, she felt home, “I love you even though you’re an idiot who waited to tell me you loved me till the night before my wedding to someone else.”

George chuckles, “yeah I guess I am but I’m your idiot.”

[selfindulgentpoorlywritten]

Surprise

Okay I’m soooo late, I’m sorry! This is my submission for @antoineroussel ‘s Summer Fic Exchange! I managed to dislocate my shoulder (again) and then get myself and half my house sick in the last week, so I’m so grateful for Demi and Emma’s patience <3  @leafs-forever , I hope you enjoy!

Rating: T (language)

Pairing: Kirby Dach/Reader

Words: 1599

Warnings: None

Summary: You and Kirby get ready for the NHL Awards.

Luckily, you had started getting ready before Kirby got home. You’re used to getting ready beside him, but it takes you longer to prepare for a fancy event. Getting dolled up isn’t as easy as people make it out to be.

By the time he gets home, you’ve already showered and are in the process of doing your hair. You keep it simple, just cleaning it up a bit and putting in some product to make it shine for the cameras. You can hear Kirby moving around, hanging up his bag and probably grabbing a glass of water. With the amount of water that boy drinks, you’d think he’d live in the bathroom.

“Hey, baby,” he greets when the two of you meet in the bedroom. He plants a lingering kiss on your lips, smile soft and relieved as he looks into your eyes. That look never fails to make your heart melt, touched by the way that he feels relaxed and safe around you.

You’ve been together for quite a few years, which is probably how you move around each other so easily. He strips and throws his clothes into the hamper on his way to the shower, and you take the opportunity to smack his ass as he passes by. He jumps and tries to give you a scolding look, but the smile glued to his face gives him away.

Needing to shower multiple times in a day has made him quick with it, so he’s out in time to zip your dress. You’ve already put your jewelry on, just a classy silver necklace-bracelet combo and a few different sized fashion rings. You like the way that they sit at different parts of your fingers, highlighting your hands and making your fingers look long and elegant.

You had tried to convince Kirby to wear something interesting, rather than just a plain black suit. It had kind of worked. The suit was still black, but it had a black satin trim with a subtle pattern that gave the whole look a little something special. The NHL Awards is supposed to be a fancy event, so he didn’t want to do anything too crazy.

You’d been to the award ceremony a couple times before, when teammates and friends had won honors. This was the first time Kirby himself was getting one, and you’re beyond proud. The Art Ross was a huge deal, and it was amazing to have Kirby officially alongside the likes of Gordie Howe and Mario Lemieux.

Once your dress is zipped, you head back into the bathroom to do your makeup. You know it’ll have to be a bit more dramatic and involved to show well on the cameras, so you take your time to get it right. You chat with Kirby through the door as he finishes air drying on the bed, sharing about your days as you usually do when you’re both home.

He’s half dressed by time you finish your makeup, fanning your face to make your setting spray dry faster. You head out into the kitchen to get yourself some water and kill a few minutes until Kirby finishes dressing and doing his hair.

“Can you grab my cufflinks, please?” He calls from the bathroom, “They’re in my bag.” You shout back an affirmative, making your way to the entryway.

His bag hangs next to yours, so you take it down, sitting on the floor to root through it. While your bag is organized neatly so that you can find things easily, Kirby’s backpack is a disaster. You take out clothes, push past empty Tupperware containers, finally finding a velvet box all the way at the bottom. It isn’t until you’ve pulled it out that you realize it’s far too small to be a cufflink case. Plus, you see an appropriately sized box leaning against a notebook at the bottom.

First things first, you grab the larger box to check inside. The cuff links are there, so you set it aside to bring to him. You take a few deep breaths to calm your suddenly racing heart. It doesn’t work. The weight of the small box in your hand feels immense, and lifting the lid is a Herculean effort.

The ring is silver, or maybe platinum or palladium. There are two gemstones as the centerpiece, a garnet and sapphire, entwined with a twisting infinity symbol that morphs into the band. His and your favorite stones, tied together perfectly. It’s beautiful.

That motherfucker.

Yes, you’re happy that he’s planning to propose, ecstatic even. Kirby is the love of your life, and you’ve intended to be with him as long as he’ll allow, ring or not. But yeah, the ring is a nice assurance.

Back to why he’s an asshole. He’s had this ring in his bag for who knows how long. Are you mad that he hasn’t already proposed? No. That he’s given no hint that this was coming? Nah. You’re mad because the ring you got for him has been sitting in your underwear drawer for weeks, and this jerk was going to beat you to the punch. Steal your thunder. Well, he’s got another thing coming.

You’ve been waiting for just the right moment to pop the question, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been procrastinating out of anxiety. Yeah, he’s your soulmate, but there’s still that annoying bit of fear that he could possibly say no. You’d thought about proposing tonight after the ceremony, or maybe behind the scenes after he received his award. You can’t seem to remember why you decided against it.

You pocket the ring box and shove everything back into his bag. Maybe you shouldn’t have sat on the floor in your dress, but you can always have Kirby dust you off if needed. Before you go to him, you open your top drawer as quietly as you can manage. You know exactly where the box is, so it only takes a second to grab.

Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest as you take another steadying breath on your way to the bathroom. He turns to you when you enter, hair fluffy and suit slightly rumpled. Even after all your time together, he still takes your breath away.

“Thank you, love,” he says when you hand him the cufflink case. He turns back to the mirror to check his hair one last time, before looking down to focus on getting his cuffs properly buttoned. You take a step to the right to ensure that you’re out of his line of sight, carefully adjusting your skirt as you go to one knee.

“You ready?” he asks, turning to where you were just standing. His left hand freezes where it’s tugging his shirt cuff into place, mouth falling open slightly when he sees you on the floor. You raise the box in your shaking hands, forgetting everything you’d been planning to say for the past month.

“Yeah,” you say instead, “I’m ready.” You open the box to present the ring, hoping you don’t sweat your makeup off in anticipation.

“Me too,” he replies, smiling as wide as you’ve ever seen. You’re glad that you don’t have your heels on yet, because you spring up from the ground to wrap him in your arms. Your smiles make kissing difficult, but you can’t seem to stop, anyway. You bury your face in his neck after, glad you’d used a lot of setting spray. A makeup faceprint on his suit would be kind of funny, but probably wouldn’t look the best.

“So, do I get that ring at some point, or?” Kirby teases. You punch his shoulder lightly.

“I don’t know, do I get an official yes?” you quip back, already taking the ring out of the holder.

“Yes, you do,” he says confidently, “And yes, I do.” You have to kiss him again for that one. The ring fits perfectly when you slide it onto his finger, hoping he can feel the garnet embedded into the inside of the black band. He kisses you once more afterward, and you can tell he’s squealing with joy on the inside just as much as you are.

“I have to go grab something,” he says, pulling away, “You’re not gonna believe this.” He doesn’t get two steps away before you grab his hand, turning him back toward you. You pull the second ring box out of your pocket, going for a smug smile but probably just looking like a dork.

“You mean this?” you ask, reveling in his shocked expression. Now it’s his turn to punch your shoulder, laughing brightly.

“You’re the worst!” he says, grinning nevertheless. He snatches the box out of your hand while you laugh.

“Turn around,” he orders, “I gotta surprise you too!” You only laugh harder at that, barely able to force yourself to settle as he turns you by the shoulders to face the opposite direction. Once he says “okay”, you turn back to him, giving the most over dramatic performance of your life as you act surprised. You’re both laughing too much for him to get much out, though you’re sure he had a planned speech too.

The ring sliding over your skin is an amazing feeling, but nothing compares to the way he wraps his arms around you once again, resting your foreheads together. You lose track of time looking into his eyes, amazed that you’ve somehow managed to find someone so perfect for you.

Now you have to call your mom so she doesn’t find out through an article. Oops.

[vdlest]

I'll come home to you

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

All the men avengers are compromised in a big mission that has to do with an organization trying to revive and continue HYDRA's works. Seeing your fiance, Bucky, leave months before you wedding, makes you worried.

Warning:

None

The moment you and Bucky finished making love, which is your fourth round for this night, he pulled you towards him and rested your head on his chest as he put his arms around you.

He's about to leave tomorrow alongside with Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Scott, Rhodes, and Sam. They'll be gone for God knows how long. They'll work in a big mission in Siberia and it makes you worried about their safety, most especially the man beside you right now, your fiance, Bucky Barnes.

It's not the first time that he'll be gone for a mission, but this mission makes you nervous. It has to do with HYDRA — the people who made the Winter Soldier.

"You know, we should move all your stuff from your room to this room of mine," he suddenly said, breaking the silence between the two of you. He already know that you're worrying about him and what's about to happen, "But I like it when we switch places where to make love."

You are in Bucky's room in the Avengers compound, and you are currently tucked in together in his bed. You're trying to make every seconds that passed to be worth it. You did not want to waste any moment knowing that tomorrow night and the upcoming nights, you'll be longing to his touch, his presence, his kisses, his hugs.

"Come on, love," he held your chin, forcing you to look up to him. "Don't make it harder for me to leave. I don't want to leave tomorrow morning with you like this," he said.

You sighed, "Can't we just stay here?" you asked him, putting your head back to his chest, ignoring his plead.

"I definitely would, but Steve's gonna kill me if I don't show up tomorrow," he joked. His hands squeezed your arms and brushes his cheeks against your head, "All I'm thinking is after this mission, I'll get to count the days, weeks, and months to finally call you my wife, my Mrs. Barnes."

With him mentioning about your upcoming wedding, your eyes traveled to your engagement ring.

You suddenly remembered how he proposed to you. It was during Steve's surprise birthday celebration in Clint's family farm. After you all surprised Steve, Bucky approached his best friend and revealed that he's gonna propose to you. Of course Steve became supportive of his pal. Steve gave a speech, then he called out Bucky to take over from there. The next thing you knew was he is talking nonstop good things about you and the relationship you both shared, until Steve approached you and extended his hand towards you, he was the one who brought you to Bucky, which symbolizes how Steve introduced both of you to each other.

Bucky kneel down and pull out a box, inside it is the engagement ring you are wearing now. He popped the question, and the rest is history.

"I know how hard our situation will be during this mission of ours, but I assure you, I'll come home to you and with you, I'll stay forever and for always," he said as he continue to caress your skin using his fingers.

Just the thought of seeing him walk out that door makes your heart hurt.

"Hey, please talk to me," he moved a bit then he put his hand on your cheek, making your gazes meet. "I'll miss you. You know that, right?"

"Of course," you answered. "And I'll miss you too, Bucky."

Only if you could join them for their mission, it would be much easier, but Steve and Stark wanted to leave the rest of the Avengers, you, Wanda, Nat, Hope, and Carol in the compound, just in case another mission comes up.

"If only there's a way for me to stay here with you forever, you know I would, but this is part of what we signed up for. We vowed to keep this world safe from any threat," he said while caressing your cheeks. He soon smiles at you as he planted a kiss on your forehead, "And I would also do everything in my power to protect you from any harm. I also vowed to love and take care of you."

You nodded and trailed your finger on his nose down to his lips, "Just finish the mission faster, okay? And come back as soon as you guys could," you reminded him.

You didn't want Bucky to go, especially when it's only a few months away before you guys finally says your "I dos" but Bucky's right. All of you signed up for this. So when call of mission arrives, you must answer it and prepare to comply. You'll definitely long for him, but you want to show him that everything's gonna be fine. After all, you don't want to temporarily part ways with him like this.

"I'll come home to you, y/n," he said before he crashes his lips against yours.

Both of you ended up having your fifth round for this night. God, you'll clearly miss having him around.

•••

As Bucky drops his luggage on the floor, you felt your tears are about to fall, but you immediately disregarded it. You didn't want to show Bucky that you're sad, you wanted him to see that you are brave and that you are okay.

"Take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay? Don't drink too much alcohol and please, don't even try to use Wanda to cover up for you and Nat," he said while his hands are in your cheeks, "I'll call and text you whenever I can."

You nodded and smiled at him, "Buck, I'll be fine." You will be, but you'll definitely miss him. "You take care. Look after each other and don't let anyone ruin this beautiful face of yours," you pulled him towards you and gave him a kiss.

After you kissed him, you hugged him tightly.

"I'll miss you, my love," you whispered to his ears while hugging him, "Come home soon."

"I will. I love you."

You smiled upon hearing the three words, "I love you too." You let go of him and he kissed you one last time before he walked out of the door.

He looked at you one last time before he turned around and leave.

Both of you knew that if he entered his room once again and he started kissing you again, he won't be able to leave anymore. Him seeing you left behind, all alone (well, not really alone since you'll have Wanda, Nat, and Carol) kills him.

You told yourself that you shouldn't worry anymore. He's James Buchanan Barnes and he's with the best team in the world. You know he and the rest of your friends will come back in no time. You will be able to see, touch, hug, and kiss him once again, and you'll not have to let him go anymore because you'll be Mr. & Mrs. soon.

After all, he promised you that he will come home to you. And you know he will.

-v.dl

[pterodactylterrace]

Teddy Bear

Title: Teddy Bear

Chapter: 1/1

Length: 1k+

Summary: Based off this shit post I made. I couldn’t help myself.

Sy. Syverson. Captain. Captain BDE. Boss. Asshole. Jackass. Jerk.

Syverson had many names while he was deployed. Most had something to do with his last name or his military rank. Others were from his attitude. None were what he was used to being called at home.

When he had gotten home from his deployment, his gran had been the one to greet him at the airport. She had always called him by his first name. No shortening it, no nicknames, just his first name.

"Theodore!" She drawled, throwing her tiny arms around his broad frame.

"Hey, Gran."

"It's so great to have you back, Theodore. I have a new neighbor that is moving in today and she could use some help." Naturally she would voluntell him to do it. Not that he wouldn't offer to help himself, he was raised right after all. He just wished he had actually gotten back to his homestead before being given a job to do.

Of course, Gran kept adding things to his to-do list as he drove home. Top of the list was to help the neighbor. Over the next few weeks though, the gutters needed cleaning, the shingles needed nailed back down, the pasture fence needed repaired, the cabinet doors were starting to squeak and the screen door needed replaced with the storm door before hurricane season.

When his gran had told him about the neighbor, she had failed to mention it was a young woman. A gorgeous young woman with a beautiful smile, sparkling brown eyes and wearing a sundress that didn't quite let him see as much of her mouthwatering cleavage as he wanted.

His gran's list did eventually get done before his next deployment, but he cut it pretty close. Most of his time ended up being spent at his lovely neighbor's house. June. Her name was June. There was now a very well worn path through the small strip of woods separating her property from his gran's. He had walked that same path every day for almost four months, twice a day at least. His gran would kill him if he spent the night over at Miss June's house.  That's not to say they didn't get a little frisky more than once while he was visiting, but as long as he was home for dinner, his gran didn't mind too much. Sometimes he wondered if she realized he was a grown ass man and not the same kid that stayed with her every summer.

~

"Theo!" His typical nickname. His military buddies from basic tended to use that name, along with his brothers and his parents. Also his childhood friends. Childhood neighbors too. The owner of the hardware shop also called him Theo. Basically everyone aside from his gran called him Theo when he was stateside.

"What's up, fucker?" He laughed, clapping his old friend on the back.

"You know, word's been getting around about you getting real cozy with your gran's new neighbor." His friend teased.

"Yeah. She's a peach." Syverson agreed, trying to tame the stupid smile that wanted to over take his face.

"How's she feel about her old man knocking back a few with some old buddies? She ain't gonna come storming in here yelling 'Theo, oh Theo!'  now is she?" His friend asked, raising his voice higher as he attempted to mimic June's voice.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that." Syverson chuckled, snatching up his friend's pitcher of beer and chugging it like his life depended on it.

~

"Teddy!" June's voice sang over the static of the satellite phone.

"Hey, darlin. How's Gran doing?"

"She's doing just fine. Though she seem to have forgotten that she doesn't have to feed my Teddy Bear anymore. She's constantly bringing over leftovers for me. I haven't had to cook for a month!"

"Aw, nah. That's just her way of saying she likes you." Syverson chuckled.

"I miss you." June sighed after a long pause, a slight hitch to her voice. No. No, no, no. Theo had a strict 'no crying' policy. Whenever a woman started crying he just panicked. Give him bombs and gunfire any day, he could handle that. A crying female, and he was completely clueless.  He had to cheer her up, and fast.

"I miss you too, pumpkin. Just a couple more months and I'll be home for good, I promise. Then, when I get home, I'm gonna make good on my other promise."

"Oh, this mysterious ring you keep telling me about?" June laughed. Crisis averted.

"Mmhmm. Already have the deposit down. Soon as I'm stateside, I'm gonna pick it up."

"You'll say anything for the chance to get in my pants again."

"That's true, but I also plan on marrying you when I get home. I hope you've been planning out the wedding, or I'm just gonna drag you down to the courthouse."

"So I'm supposed to plan an entire wedding before you even propose?"

"Alright, fine. I can probably wait like... four days after I get back."

"Nope. If you didn't want to wait for a wedding, you should have asked before you left. I'm not planning a wedding without a ring, and wedding planning takes time, Teddy."

"Ugh, you are killing me woman." Theo groaned, a smile still splitting his face.

~

"Teddy?" The private had sputtered around a laugh, staring at his big bad Captain in disbelief as he hugged the woman that had yelled out for him. It had been his fault, really, for standing that close. He was within arms reach, and he never even saw the fist flying. One second he was mocking his captain, the next he was staring at the ceiling and desperately trying not to swallow the tooth that had been knocked free.

"Only she calls me that." Theo spat, holding June close to his side.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking." June whispered apologetically up to the bear of a man, paying no mind to the private he had laid out.

"Don't you dare change what you call me darling. I won't listen to it if you do. Now come on, we gotta get to that jewelry store before it closes. I'm not waiting a day longer than I have to, to marry you."

[avengersassemble-fics]

Stark’s Girl

part 014/015 “one more time, captain”

previous part // next part

masterlist

word count 3.9k

an: this part does include dialogue from avengers endgame, which is not my work nor do i claim it to be!

It’s been five years since the Blip. You had been back by Natasha’s side for almost six months now, and she was grateful for every moment. There were days where she would break down (which until recently was unheard of) and you would be there by her side. And she had done what she could to help you out with your trauma. Before you accepted her offer of coming back, she had put two and two together when she recognized the faces on the news to the faces that had adorned a spare room in that house of yours in Ransdorp. Natasha had a past of her own, no doubt about that, so she could relate to how you had felt when you admitted on your own time what you had been up to those few years after Siberia. 

It wasn’t an easy conversation, at one point you had broken down into sobs and reminded her a lot of herself when she had taken some time after a mission gone wrong years back. She mostly understood the shame that coursed through you, but one thing she made you understand was what HYDRA had done, the things you did because of them, wasn’t your fault. Natasha also made sure to tell you the blackouts weren’t your fault either, and she understood why you did what you had done. Although it was trauma you would have to live with, she knew the feeling better than most of losing your years to programs like that.

All of this was to say that both women had a newfound respect and understanding of one another. It became easier to work alongside one another, being able to almost anticipate one’s actions and decisions as they occurred. No one had seemed to really get Nat like that since Barton.. Which was why she was so hell bent on tracking him down.

Natasha had come to the realization about a year ago that Barton had gone off the radar because his family was among those they lost. When bodies started piling up (not due to your hands) and some of the known details were faint signatures of Barton’s handiwork.. Nat made it her mission to find him. Because this was not him. And although he was taking down some questionable people, they weren’t responsible for Thanos.

“Listen fur-face,” Carol Danvers threw out that regained Nat’s attention. “I’m covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere, on thousands of planets.”

“All right all right, that’s a good point,” Rocket remarked. Nat stole a glance your way to which you only offered a shrug as Carol continued.

“So.. You might not see me for a long time,” she redirected towards Nat. Natasha nodded her head and leaned forward on the desk she sat behind. 

“Alright.. Well this channel is always active. If anything goes sideways, anyone’s making trouble where they shouldn’t, it comes through me.”

Everyone agreed and one by one the holograms disappeared. You took a seat in front of the desk, and Nat redirected her attention to Rhodes. “Where are you?

“Mexico,” Rhodes answered. “The Federales found a room full of bodies, looks like a bunch of cartel guys. They never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

Nat shrugged her shoulders and sat back in her seat. “Probably a rival gang.”

“Except it isn’t,” Rhodes countered. Natasha’s eyes shift, and your gaze shoots up at her. “It’s definitely Barton.. What he’s done here, what he’s been doing the last few years.. Nat, the scene he left?.. I gotta tell you, a part of me doesn’t want to find him.”

Natasha grabbed the sand which she had prepared just earlier and bit a piece off. She just needed to focus on something other than what Rhodes was telling her, she didn’t need anyone to see her cry right now. “Will you find out where he’s going next?”

“Nat,” Rhodes tried to warn.

“Please,” Natasha pleaded. You glanced Rhodey’s way and he met your eyes. You offered a grim look, and he sighed.

“Okay.”

And with that Rhodey’s comm broke off too. You watched as Nat placed the sandwich back down and sighed deeply, all before her face began to scrunch up into a sob. You were quick out of your seat and moved around the desk and kneeled by her side. “Nat.. Nat we’re gonna find him.”

“I just don’t know why he couldn’t come to me,” she sniffled and rubbed at her eyes. “I know this must be hard for him, losing Laura and the kids, but he could’ve come to me.”

You reached your hand out to rub her shoulder and let out a small sigh. “Sometimes it’s hard to let those you care about see in you in those dark places.”

Nat finished rubbing under her eyes and grabbed the sandwich off her plate again with her other hand. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding the talk with Steve?”

You bit back the smile and stood. She had done what she did best, diverted the conversation from herself to something else. “You’re still on about that?”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen the way you look at one another,” Natasha prodded as you went to gather your things. “How much longer are you going to wait to be happy?”

The question made you pause, and before you could respond Nat perked up at something behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and was met with none other than Steve Rogers, hands in his pockets, and with a small smile on his face. 

“Speak of the devil,” Natasha joked. Your gaze immediately went back to her and you gave her your best glare, while Steve raised his brow at her. They were so easy to mess with, she thought. “Here to do your laundry?”

“And to see some friends,” Steve replied. You held your things closer to your chest as Steve came further into the room.

“I’m actually getting ready to leave for Tony’s,” you threw out there. “I promised to go see my favorite niece.”

“Are you going to be okay making the drive this late at night?” Steve asked. Natasha rolled her eyes to herself and took a hefty bite of her sandwich. If she had to watch another pining episode she was going to make sure you two never heard the end of it. You, on the other hand, smiled at his sentiment.

“Oh I think I can manage,” you told him. You offered your farewells, and started back to your room to grab your bag and head out. Steve watched you leave before looking back at Nat who was waving him off.

“Meet me in the kitchen, I need a drink,” she told him, and took her sandwich with her towards the kitchen area. Steve chuckled lightly, and followed in your steps to the residence area. He was just catching you outside your room, and he took a deep breath and pulled something out of his pocket, clutching it in his fist. You heard him approach and looked his way, shutting your door and offering a smile.

“Hey,” you managed before Steve got up to you, and his serious expression made your smile fall. “Are you okay..?”

“Seven years ago I asked you if one day you’d want to get away from all of this,” Steve started. You remembered the conversation far too well, and immediately shut your mouth in a tight expression. A heaviness filled your chest, but you tried your best to ignore it. “From this life where we were needing to be more than just us… Do you remember?”

“Yes-”

“I told you that I would wait for you, no matter how long it took, no matter what happened, because.. Because you have been the best thing to happen to me since I came out of the ice. You taught me how to live again,” Steve continued.

“Steve,” you whispered, but he kept going.

“I love you,” he admitted, finally looking into your eyes. They were darker than usual, and you could see he meant it. “I couldn’t go another day without telling you. Because.. You feel like home.”

Steve grabbed a hold of your hands, and you watched as he placed something into your palms. He retracted his hold on you and your fingers curled over the soft velvety box in your hand. You looked up at him with curious eyes, and slowly used your thumb to open the box and let out a small gasp.

“Steve,” you whispered, staring down at the contents.

“It was my moms.. SHIELD saved it when I went into the ice,” Steve explained. You carefully ran your finger over the gold banded ring that practically shined up at you. You hadn’t seen a more beautiful piece of jewelry, and did your best to fight back the tears. “I’m not expecting an answer.. But I just wanted you to see that I meant it. It was always meant for you anyway.. Maybe we still have a shot at that normal life.”

Your gaze went back up to his, and he smiled softly at you. You were speechless as one of his hands grabbed onto your arm and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. And then you watched him take a couple steps back, before he turned around and went back the direction you both had just come. 

You were shocked, which even then felt like an understatement. Steve just.. Proposed. Inadvertently? Well it was purposeful, and if Natasha knew about it you were going to kill her for not saying anything. It took you a while to reclose the box and carefully place it into a pocket in your bag, it was delicate and you wanted to take care of it.

And well.. It certainly kept your mind occupied on your drive to Tony’s cabin.

Tony had left your room untouched for the most part, which was a welcomed thing to come into. You weren’t up for too long, forcing Tony to go to bed, but you did spend some time scrolling through your phone. Steve was right when he had said he wasn’t expecting an answer right away, you half expected a message of some sort but things seemed relatively quiet from his end. It was harder to fall asleep that night, you found yourself drifting off to what would happen if you said yes.

You’d want to move somewhere quiet, like what Tony did. That would give you a chance to refocus yourself.. Would that even be something Steve would be open to doing?.. Could he get you the same help he had gotten Barnes (Natasha said he felt at peace for once)? Hell, if they could just wipe out any lingering thoughts of Hydra you’d never have another problem in your life.

What’s more.. If you said no would this be what you life is like? Alone, and longing for the maybe’s that could have been? Which was better? Risk getting involved again, or risk never having that connection to someone again? It wasn’t the ideal question to fall asleep to.

When morning broke and sunlight peeked through the blinds, you woke up and found yourself sitting among the sheets and staring at the open box in your hands. The diamond that sat in the middle and gleamed in the sunlight made you sigh, it felt as if it was screaming at you that you knew what you wanted to tell him.

Did you?

You snapped the box closed and hid it in a drawer beside the bed and decided to change into something other than sweatpants for the day. After finishing and bounding down the stairs you ended up behind your favorite little niece, and scooped her up into a bear hug from behind. “There’s my little sleeping beauty!”

“She couldn’t wait to see her favorite aunt today,” Pepper remarked from the kitchen amongst the giggles that erupted from her daughter. You peppered kisses on Morgan’s head, and Pepper turned around as she was drying what you assumed was breakfast dishes. “Tony barely had to tuck her in before she was out.”

You set Morgan back down on the ground and she went back to messing with a toy on the breakfast table. You ruffled her hair and went to grab a cup of coffee before resting your hip against the counter besides Pepper. “How has he been?”

“A little stir crazy,” Pepper admitted to which you nodded lightly and sipped at your warm mug. “He put up this picture of the kid and I catch him getting lost looking at it.”

“And how have you been?” You asked. Pepper glanced your way and smiled.

“Hoping one day he’ll finally rest his mind.”

Eventually, you brought Morgan outside who immediately ran towards her tent and disappeared inside. You went towards the shed with an open door, and leaned against the frame, taking in the sight of Tony wielding what you could make out was a helmet. “Work never stops for you, does it?”

Tony glanced over his shoulder and waved you in, which you accepted. You came up behind him and gripped his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “You’re supposed to be retired, old man.”

“It’s just a little project,” Tony tried to assure you. You couldn’t help but scoff, and pointed your thumb to a corner of the room.

“Says the one who built me a new suit last year,” you teased. Tony used one hand to back hand your side playfully and you laughed. You stood beside him now, and grabbed a picture frame sitting on the shelf over where he worked. It was a picture of the two of you when you were younger, barely big enough to fit the frame, and slightly discolored. You ran your hand over the front before putting the frame back and rubbing your hands together. “Can I talk to you about something..?”

“Anything, kid,” Tony said, overly engrossed in the task in front of him. You took a deep breath and shrugged your shoulders, not that he could even see you.

“When did you know that.. Well that you didn’t want to wait anymore? To start a family?” 

Tony immediately stopped what he was working on, taking off a pair of clear protective glasses and setting his tool down. When he turned to face you and rest his elbow on the table, he tilted his head and scrunched his brows. “Excuse me?”

“Come on Tony, I’m being serious,” you told him.

“Yeah well so am I!” Tony exclaimed and stood. You watched as he stood from his stool and started to pace back and forth. You crossed your arms and huffed. He was acting like such a child! As if he could read your thoughts he stopped and pointed a finger at you. “It’s Steve isn’t it? Is he pressuring you or something?”

“What? No! Why would you even think that-”

“Because he’s hard headed and doesn’t know when to stop,” Tony said, cutting you off. You shook your head and scoffed.

“Tony please, this isn’t about you two-”

“I told him if he messes with your feelings again.. I swear when I get a hold of him,” Tony started pacing again and you rolled your eyes and started towards him. “He has some nerve-”

“Tony,” you stopped him dead in his tracks and made him face you, finally getting a hold of his gaze. “He didn’t do anything to me, okay? If anything.. He’s been trying to make up to me what happened.”

Tony sighed and his expression softened, but you shrugged. “I know he lied to us about knowing what happened to mom and dad… But you always told me that I wasn’t what Hydra made me, that what I did wasn’t me but them… Tony, why is Barnes so different?”

“Steve lied to us,” Tony said in a low tone. “He lied to protect his friend but what about us, huh? We weren’t his friends? We didn’t deserve to know the truth?”

“He handled it wrong Tony, I know. I’m just saying does that outweigh all the good he did for us,” you offered. Tony sighed and looked away for a moment as if annoyed. You grabbed a hold of his hand and it forced him to look back at you. “He’s trying.. And you told me that sometimes just trying was a good start.”

Tony sighed and raised a brow at you. “I hate it when you throw things back in my face like that.��

You chuckled and Tony  used his free hand to cover the hand holding his. “Look I’m still iffy on the idea but.. If Rogers is who you want to be with then who am I to stop it? I’m a family man now anyway, I have bigger fish to fry.”

And with that his phone buzzed in his pocket, and while he fished it out you laughed little. “She’s turning out too much like you.”

“Scares me to death everyday,” Tony replied while checking the message from Pepper. “Time to feed the munchkin anyway, we can continue this talk later when I’ve had a couple drinks.”

Tony and you walked side by side to Morgan’s play tent, and after finally getting her out. Tony whisked her up when you felt your phone buzz, and you pulled it out to see a notification from Natasha. It was weird, she normally didn’t bother you when you were with Tony, she always said to focus on family time. You fell back a few steps and read her message.

Nat: Heads up, you got incoming.

“Incoming?” You muttered to yourself as you came up the steps behind Tony. You nearly knocked into him. You followed his gaze to the car coming to a stop in front of his cabin, and watched Steve, Natasha, and someone else get out. Steve’s expression was serious, hell all of theirs were and Tony didn’t look amused. Natasha offered a nod to Tony and he turned to you, and you took Morgan from him with a smile. “Let’s go see mom, hm?”

You quietly walked inside and set Morgan at the table and met Pepper’s look before she returned to watching out the window. You ruffled Morgan’s hair and returned back outside, the screen door thumping closed behind you. The three visitors started up the stairs as you rejoined Tony’s side.

“Sorry for dropping in unannounced,” Steve offered. Tony glanced your way with a look. You could only shrug. What? You didn’t know they were coming. But if they did then.. Something was up.

“We have something though that we think might work.. To get everyone back,” Natasha said. Your breath hitched, and when you looked over at Tony there was a hint of something in his eyes. The third person stepped forward and nodded at the both of you.

“Have you two heard of the Quantum Realm?”

It was.. A long explanation. Everyone was gathered in a circle at this point, and in all honesty you had a hard time following along. There were stolen glances between you and Steve, and each time a feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. But you forced yourself to pay attention because this was big.. Could it work though?

“Now, we know what this sounds like,” Scott had finished up before Steve cut in.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” He asked. Tony was looking out to the lake near his home but when addressed he looked back at the group and gripped onto the railing.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?” Tony asked. You glanced at everyone else and cleared your throat.

“Maybe for those of us not fluent in quantum mechanics, Tony?” You asked. Tony sighed and tapped his fingers on the wood.

“In layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home,” was all he offered.

“But I did,” Scott offered. Tony shook his head at that.

“No, you accidentally survived,” Tony corrected. “It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a... What do you call it?”

Scott cleared his throat. “A time heist..?”

Tony scoffed in a joking manner and rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, a time heist. Of course, why didn't we think of this before?”

“The Stones are in the past. We can go back and get them,” Scott tried to reason.

“We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everyone back,” Natasha chimed in.

“Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?” Tony asked. Steve shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t believe we would,” Steve said.

“Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism,” Tony said in a sarcastic tone. Everyone went back and forth for a while. Tony shot down every claim, and the rest tried to tell him there’s always a chance. The back and forth didn’t stop until the screen door was pushed open and Morgan came up to Tony’s side.

“Mommy told me to come and save you,” she said. You couldn’t help but smile and cross your arms. Tony picked her up and pat her back.

“Good job, I’m saved,” he reassured her. He refocused on the group and offered a shrug. “I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I... I missed you guys, it was... Oh, and table's set for seven.”

.”Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance,” Steve tried again, but Tony shook his head.

“I got my second chance right here,” Tony told him. You could see Steve accept his denial and then met Tony’s gaze. “I can’t roll the dice again.”

Tony excused himself and the porch fell silent. You watched him disappear into the house and looked back at the group in front of you. No one knew what to say, but Natasha was the first to speak. “Sorry for interrupting your weekend.”

“Well when you have a hell of a plan like that I don’t expect you to wait normal business hours,” you replied. Natasha sadly smiled and you sighed. “Tony has everything he’s ever wanted.. I don’t know if I can sweet talk him into helping.”

“We know,” Steve offered and gave a sad smile. “We just wanna do it right.”

“Tony may not be on board but.. If there’s a chance? I’m in,” you offered. Nat reached out and pat your shoulder and as if knowingly, she turned around and pulled Scott with her. You took a couple steps towards Steve and he straightened up a bit. “Nice to see you back, Cap.”

“One last mission,” Steve whispered. You smiled and looked behind him at the car he had come in and Natasha smirked at you. You met Steve’s gaze again and slowly lifted her young to rest on his cheek. On your tiptoes and with the sun basking in the sky, you leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Steve had leaned into your touch, his lips pressing against yours as if it would be the last. After a couple seconds you pulled away and you both lingered close.

“Go save the world one more time, Captain.”

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A Dead By Daylight Novice Reviews All the Killers' Trailers (and makes suggestions for what they'd change)

Reveal trailers are paramount for an audience's first look at new characters. First impressions are everything, so your trailer for your shiny new character needs to be perfect for what's in store for the video game! I started playing DBD a month-ish ago but watched all the trailers for the killers before I started playing, and watching some of them got me to thinking about how I would have changes some of the trailers. Some require no changes, while others I think need an overhaul.

Disclaimer: This is in my personal opinion, is not objective at all, and I'm only doing this because this is something I've been thinking about for a month and need some sort of release or else my brain will implode.

Under a read more bc this gets long.

The Trapper - The first trailer! For a first trailer, I think this one is pretty spot on. It follows a lot of beats of slasher movies, in terms of following a survivor that's gonna be killed, her encountering dead bodies, and the suspense of the killer looking for her. Considering Dead by Daylight is effectively a playable horror movie, I think this is a perfect intro to the game. As for what this means for the Trapper, aka our Jason substitute, I think it showed him off alright! We saw his bear traps and got a good look at him doing this thing. Pretty good, all things considered!

The Wraith - The Wraith, Hillbilly, and Nurse all features gameplay as the means of showing off what the killers can do. The Wraith's isn't too bad, since it does show off his Wailing Bell power enough for people to understand "This is a killer that can turn invisible, and you may not know he's right next to you until it's too late". I wish it has a more cinematic style, but I'll be forgiving here because DBD was still young when this was made. I also thing it showed the new map, Autohaven, pretty well. I'm not too big of a fan of ending the trailer with his mori, but that could be because I don't find his mori exciting.

The Hillbilly - Next is our Leatherface expy! This one feels shorter, still using gameplay to introduce our new killer but at least shows off his chainsaw wielding and hints at the map associated with him. I like the shot of him revving his chainsaw underneath the tree with the animal carcasses! I don't mind the ending with his mori here because even if it's off screen, getting cut with a chainsaw is brutal enough to leave a lasting impression. Again, I wish it had the cinematic style, but it's fine.

The Nurse - I think the Nurse's trailer is the weakest of the three gameplay-focused trailers. The text intro is... fine, but I honestly think it fits the Doctor more. It does an okay job of showing us her Blinking mechanics, but it also doesn't? Like we see her teleporting to Nea, but it feels lackluster. I do like the ending shot of dead Nea as the Nurse just blinks away. I'm not quite sure how to change this trailer to be more effective in my opinion, if I'm being honest.

The Shape/Michael Myers - Our first franchise killer, and a perfect trailer. The first second in, we hear John Carpenter's legendary Halloween score. Even non-horror fans will quickly pick up which killer this is. The suspense of Laurie see Michael, Michael coming up the stairs, and especially the shot of Laurie and Michael being on opposite sides of a door is *chef's kiss*. We see enough of the Shape to be satisfied and eager for his release. It's the perfect trailer for him AND Laurie imo.

The Huntress - Ah, the Huntress. She is my favorite killer to play as, and I probably have the majority of my playtime on her. Unfortunately, I think her trailer leaves a lot to be desired. It's the start of the 'let's look at the killer from different angles, have them turn around to the camera, and then attack the viewer' trend of DBD trailers. I call for a complete rewrite! Here's what I would have done:

The map is Mother's Dwelling. Two survivors (David aaaand idk Dwight?) are running and hides behind some trees. We hear the Huntress's lullaby get louder, and we see the bottom half of her and her axe as she walks past the survivors. The lullaby gets quieter, and the survivors take a sigh of relief. Then, a hatchet is thrown and lodged into Dwight's head! David screams and runs. We then see our full look at the Huntress as she picks up the body. Her signature lullaby continues as the trailer ends.

The Hag - The Hag's trailer also follows a similar formula to the Huntress' trailer. There is an animation bump, so we get to see the Hag's emaciated appearance in full detail. I'm not too mad about that, since the Hag's appearance is unsettling enough to cause viewer distress and curiosity more than the Huntress' would. However, because this is a DBD original killer, we need to see what her deal is with her trailer. Thus, I propose this:

On the swamp, Ace is repairing a generator but hears another survivor (Dwight?) get hooked. Ace goes to rescue him, but we see as he steps on a rune in front of the poor survivor. The illusion of the Hag pops up, jumpscaring poor Ace (and the audience) but disappears. Ace then rescues Dwight for real, but Dwight quickly runs away. Why? Because the real Hag is behind Ace and lunges at him, biting his neck. Trailer ends.

The Doctor - I now realize that my taste in writing DBD trailers is 'have the survivor do a thing, they think the killer is near, they then relax, and only then are they attacked by the killer'. It's a bit stereotypical, but again, we're dealing with a game centered on the horror genre, so that's why I'm okay with it.

I mention this because that's effectively the story beats the the Doctor's trailer follows. Instead of attacking Feng, however, the Doctor just looks at her run and stares menacingly. Even though we don't see the Doctor's shock therapy powers here, I think the long look at the killer is still effective because of his design. A first reaction I (and other reactors) experienced went from the initial "OMG the killer is here, run girl!" to "Why tf are his own eyes and mouth held open like that A Clockwork Orange scene?!". We also don't linger for too long on him either, so I think this trailer works well enough.

The Cannibal/Leatherface - Another franchise killer, this time good ol Leatherface! This trailer is a little different, using text to draw up suspense. I do like the reveal of "What is his mask made of? YOU.", but I would've loved to have seen some actual Cannibal action, or at least his in-game model doing his Texas chainsaw massacring thing.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kruger - Oh, c'mon, we got one of the most well known characters in horror in this little video game, and all we get for his trailer is some scratch marks and a 'killer does nothing but stand there menacingly and attack the camera' trailer?! I do like the detail that when we see him, it's DBD's version of the dream world, but we could've at least featured a survivor falling asleep and then seeing him for themselves.

(Also kinda sad it's the reboot version of Freddy instead of the Wes Craven version and the survivor is Quentin instead of Nancy Freaking Thompson, but I guess we should be happy he's in the game at all)

The Pig - Largely, I think this trailer is pretty good. I'm not too big of a fan of Amanda just standing there menacingly near Dwight, but I do like everything else. I especially love the security camera shot of the famous Saw bathroom and the cutaway when Dwight's reverse bear trap activates (but we still see a good bit of gore!). It feels very Saw-like.

The Clown - This trailer is pretty good! Even though we don't see the Clown in much action, we get a lot of visual storytelling with the bottles, the circus, and the ring of fingers, all leading up to the reveal of his face. The diagetic music from Kate is a nice touch, too.

The Spirit - This one is alright. There is a lot of focus on Adam, but it does build up tension to when the Spirit reveals herself. My biggest problem with it is the ending card that is used for her. Yes, I know that's traditional for the end of these trailers, but her pose and expression is kinda meh after the face she makes when she's about to attack Adam. Seriously, that couple of seconds haunts me (sorry) otherwise.

The Legion - My other favorite killer to play! It's so funny how I didn't like Legion when I first heard of them but now they're my favorites. I love how the trailer emphasizes that the new killer(s) looks similar to survivors and the brutality of when Frank reveals himself and stabs Jeff. However, the trailer does a disservice to the other members of the Legion. C'mon, that's their whole shtick!

My recommendation would be to end with a shot of Julie, Joey, and Suzie joining Frank (and obviously getting a good look at them) and surrounding Jeff right before they all stab him. This is a little disingenuous since you can't play as all four of them at once (unless you count that one Blighted skin...), but you also can't disguise yourself as a survivor, so... Yeah. They are The Legion! They act as one! Treat them as such in their trailer, dammit!

The Plague - The Plague's trailer is interesting. Even though we don't see her in action, I think it's fine because seeing her puke on people during her trailer might be a bit off-putting. Just a bit. We still get some storytelling with her whispered prayers, the candles and incense thingy, and, of course, her face. I think because the Plague's design is inherently unique among all the killers so far, she can get away with the 'let's just tease the audience by looking at the killer and nothing else' trend.

The Ghost Face - Not too much I can complain about with this one. I do like the wtf factor of 'wait, why is a DBD trailer at a modern day warehouse???', especially if you're watching a trailer playlist like I first did. It all makes sense when you learn it's Ghost Face, though! Also, justice for that poor cashier.

The Demogorgon - RIP Stranger Things DLC. I don't watch this series, but I really like the Hawkins Lab map and I'm going to be sad when it's gone. :(

I love this trailer! When I hear the Stranger Things music, it actually gives me chills. I'm legitimately so sad the DLC will be gone from the stores, but I do own them myself. I need to actually sit down and play Demo, Steve, and Nancy one of these days. Why am I crying? No, I'm not kidding, why is this trailer making me cry? Renew the contract, Netflix, please! I don't want this stuff to disappear forever!

(Is it weird that I've been nagged on for years to watch Stranger Things but it's Dead By Daylight that's actually convincing me to watch it?)

The Oni - This is an interesting case. The "main" theme of this trailer is the contrast of modern day Japan's Yui and her motorcycle vs the literal ancient samurai Oni. I think it works out, and again, I think the presentation makes up for us not seeing too much of the new killer.

The Deathslinger - Oh boy, do I love my cowboys! This trailer is nearly perfect. We establish the western setting quickly over the sounds of some poor bastard in pain. The reeling in of the chains and the closeup of The Redeemer is so great. My biggest complaint with this trailer is that we linger a bit too long on the Deathslinger's face at the end. Yeah, he's creepy with his eyes and his disjointed jaw, but you can only look at a horror for so long before you want to move on.

The Executioner/Pyramid Head - I like this trailer! I haven't played Silent Hills, but I'm at least somewhat familiar with the premise and Pyramid Head. I love the shot of him passing the classroom door window and the sword cutting a rift through the ground. Yeah, my lack of SH knowledge makes me unable to recommend any changes here.

The Blight - I have no changes to suggest. The Blight's transformation is super horrific, reminding me of the typical depiction of Jekyll and Hyde. Honestly, he is so much more terrifying in his trailer and in lore than in gameplay.

The Twins - No changes needed. BHVR is really starting to hit their stride with these trailers! Seeing Victor come out of Charlotte's body is amazing.

The Trickster - We depart from all of the other trailers by using an K-POP music video style. It does a good job at referencing some of his story beats (namely torturing/killing people, recording their screams, and using them in his music), but it doesn't really make me afraid of the Trickster. Sure, it fits with his theme, but I would have preferred seeing more of him, y'know, instead of just looking pretty and making faces? I still wouldn't change the art style of the trailer, though. It's fitting enough for him and a breath of fresh air from the doom and gloom.

The Nemesis - No change needed, mostly because I'm not too familiar with the Resident Evil series, but seeing Jill, the twink Leon, and Nemesis on-screen is a very cool moment. Also can we get an F in chat for Meg?

The Cenobite/Pinhead - This is a perfect trailer. We got the Lament Configuration, we got the chains pinning up Dwight, we got Pinhead himself! What more can I ask for?

If you actually made it this far, thank for reading? I don't think I really contribute anything to the fandom with this analysis, but DBD has been living rent free in my brain for the past month, so I may as well write something, eh?