#but at the same time I wanna go drinking with lei too

[flowerinyourcare]

Reminiscence of the Unfinished Wine - Chapter 10

🍷 September seasonal permanent event; banner characters Shylock, Murr, Bradley; 2022/09/11 - 2022/09/19 JST 🍷

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Nero: Ahh… It's fantastic… Since this one is so rich, it would pair well with a nice cut of meat.

Faust: It's good, but I usually prefer something a little lighter.

Bacchus: Oh, then I think I have just the thing. Here, a little bit before that year we had…

Shylock: Ah, yes. The wines from that period were delightfully refreshing - I'm quite a fan of them, myself.

Nero: Huh, really? Which one was it? I wanna try a glass too.

Shylock: Here, this is the one.

Nero: Heh. It's the one that's as old as Teach.

Faust: Do you have to keep bringing that up?

Nero: You're the one who said it first…

Shylock: If we look further back, there's most likely some wines that are the same age as Nero. Shall we have it later?

Faust: Oh, good. He won't be left out.

Akira: Drinking wine that's as old as they are… it seems like a nice way to have fun.

Arthur: I agree. I imagine that it's quite a moving experience to taste a wine that has aged alongside you.

Arthur: If it was possible, I would have liked to have found wine from around the time Oz was born…

Akira: (That would make the wine at least 2000 years old…)

Oz: …… This wine is from the year of your birth, Arthur.

Oz: You had asked me to pick out a bottle of wine for you. Even if you cannot drink it now, you can keep it as a souvenir for when the time comes.

Arthur: Yes…! And when that day arrives, I hope you will be there with me, Master Oz.

Murr: Hey, Sage, are you drinking too? I've sampled so many different kinds that I ran out of fingers to count 'em on!

Akira: Um, doesn't that mean you drank a lot? Are you going to be okay?

Murr: It's fiiine! Even if ya run out of fingers, you still have plenty of toes! But isn't the Sage having juice tonight?

Akira: That's right. It's really delicious, so I'm happy I get to have as much as I want. But your drink is wine, right? Which year is it?

Murr: This one! The barrel with the big cross slashed on it!

Akira: Ah.

Immediately, Mr. Bacchus came flying over.

Bacchus: Hey…! Did you drink that wine?! I told you it was a failure!

Murr: How exactly did you fail, though? You won't know until you try it!

Bacchus: Well, yeah, I suppose that's right, but still…!

Murr: Everybody! Have you tried this one yet?

Rutile: Huh? Which one does he have?

Nero: What, is it somethin' super good?

Bacchus: Hey!! Cut it out! Murr, you're unbelievable!!

True to the rumors, Bacchus's wines and juices were all extremely tasty. The wizards all drank heartily, refilling their glasses again and again.

It was fun to compare them and discuss the difference in taste and feeling - even if the opinions only ended up settling on "delicious" and "more delicious".

We were all talking, arguing, and bantering, and before long, the wine cellar had taken on the lively atmosphere of a bar.

Nero: Oi, Brad ...ley. I think you've prob'ly had enough to drink.

Bradley: Don't gimme that. If anythin', go nag at the Southern kid here instead.

Rutile: Bacchus wine is really the best! Every single one is so yummy…! Hey, isn't that right, Mr. Faust?

Arthur: Rutile, you're talking to Master Oz.

Maybe it was because they had been drinking plenty of Bacchus wine, but everyone seemed more cheerful than usual.

At one point, at Arthur's request, Murr and Mr. Bacchus kicked off their shoes and began to demonstrate grape-stomping on the spot.

The two began to sing as they stomped happily on the empty floor. Their voices didn't quite match, and they were making up lyrics on the spot, but just watching it made me feel exhilarated.

Akira: Ahaha, this is so much fun. I think everyone is more drunk than usual.

Shylock: I suppose they are all in the right mood to get pleasantly intoxicated. It must be due to the exceptional taste of today's wine.

As Shylock and I took in the peaceful scene, Bradley approached us with a bottle of wine in hand.

Bradley: Oi, pipe-guy. Yer glass is lookin' way too empty.

Without waiting for Shylock's approval, Bradley took the glass from his hand and poured him some wine. 

Shylock: Are you going to serve me my drink? My, what an honor. …Oh, this wine.

A familiar bottle, with the label removed - Mr. Bacchus had only offered it as an afterthought. Calamity Wine.

Bradley: I still haven't heard your opinion on it.

To be honest, I was curious, too. What would Shylock do with such a troublesome thing - the wine that had fascinated the hearts of many people, and broken the heart of his friend Bacchus?

Shylock brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. Then, he took a few more sips, as though he wanted to be sure. Finally, he opened his mouth.

Shylock: ……It is certainly a beautiful drink.

Shylock: However, I don't think I would like to serve this wine at my own bar.

Akira: …Why not?

Shylock: Because it is too complete. There is no evolution, and no development. 

Shylock: Regardless of the time that has passed, this wine may retain its exact taste.

Shylock: But…

Shylock looked up through the crowd, and watched Bacchus sing.

Shylock: Bacchus wines will change. Every year, without fail, the flavors and aromas will intricately, delicately transform.

Shylock: I love to unravel how his effort, ambition, and affection are reflected in these subtle changes. He doesn't have to say a word, for his wine will do it for him.

Shylock: To allow a life's drama to stain your tongue, though its source is absent… That, I believe, is what it means to taste wine.

Bradley: …I knew you'd say that.

Bradley didn't say anything else, and returned to the group, looking satisfied.

The glass in Shylock's hand was once again empty. This time, he filled it with some sort of Bacchus wine.

Shylock: This is the wine that Bacchus gifted to me earlier.

Shylock: He told me that this was the very first wine he made at this winery. It was one of the few that he stored with magic, preserving it indefinitely.

Akira: That must make it very precious…

Shylock: Indeed, it is a wine to treasure. Bacchus insisted, saying that since I had been willing to give up Bennett wine, he would give me this in return.

The color was rich and beautiful, like liquid rubies. It swirled leisurely against the rounded bottom of the glass.

The depth of its color was astonishing and vivid - although it should have been made a long time ago, it appeared fresh, as if it had just been born.

I could tell, now, that it harbored the single-minded and devoted passion that the creator had for his work.

Shylock: No matter how much time has passed, and how much the world around him has changed, he will continue to make wine. And I will continue to eagerly await it…

Shylock: I'm looking forward to finding out what it will taste like this year. Just the thought of it makes my heart dance.

Shylock lowered his arm, his voice barely a murmur. As if harboring a deep love for a yet-unseen future. As if soaking in the imagined flavor of a treasured fantasy.

After a moment, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes with a smile. He stared at me with eyes more deeply red than even the wine.

Shylock: Sage. Please, toast with me - to celebrate our continued fortune and happiness.

Akira: Yes, of course…!

What will the next wine produced by Mr. Bacchus taste like? What kind of dramatic tale will it tell?

We raised our glasses, each filled with new hope for the old wine.

That shared moment was warm and luxurious. Smiling at each other, we took a sip.

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

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The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

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"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

❝ WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL

WE WERE SO TRAGIC

NO OTHER MAGIC

COULD EVER COMPARE ❞

❃ ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE to add, feel free to also comment or reblog how this series was. i would lovre to read your thoughts and feelings about this series. once again, thank you for reading NEVER NOT, by yours truly 🦋

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[tartagliaxx]

hi lei!! my break has officially started so i don't have to stress about school for a bit!! today i played through venti's and childe's story quest to help decide which one i wanna use my pity on and honestly i was more affected by childe's than i thought,,hes starting to form a place in my heart the whole thing made me kinda cringe and have second hand embarssment because of his lying but seeing how much he cared for his brother was so sweet,,,i have a complicated relationship with my family and seeing their dynamic made me feel a sense of yearning i guess,,i cried it about it earlier and childe provided me a sense of comfort but I wanna know more about him before i just let him be my comfort character there are requirements and rules he has to meet!! giving me comfort is a full time job!!/j i'm gonna read his wiki tonight and i'm respectfully asking you my favorite childe lover for your hcs on him- 🍰

hello bby!!! i just woke up from a nap so this may or may not have come late. anw, im glad you’re finally getting a break! venti and childe’s quests gave me different sets of feelings but those two are my favorite along w zhongli’s! childe does a lot of unjustifiable things and he’s overall, a pretty bad person but the thing about bad people is that they’re never 100% bad. there’s always some semblance of good in their hearts and that makes you connect to them in a sense. while i don’t exactly agree w his methods, childe loves his brother sm and it shows. i want someone to protect me the same way he does w his family smh.

random childe hcs under the cut!

— childe sleeps awkwardly w his useless long limbs sprawled out so there’s never enough space when sharing a bed w him.

— thats a win for him tho bc he’s the hugest cuddler teyvat has seen. without fail, whoever sleeping w him would wake up to his arm securely around their waist or their head, legs tangled loosely together.

— he sleeps the closest to the door and windows. its a safety habit of his. whoever wants to harm the people he’s closest to will have to go through him first and that’s a fact even under the blanket of slumber.

— he likes spending obnoxious amounts of money for gifts but he also makes handmade trinkets just as often. maybe woodwork? little toys or trinkets that he makes on his downtime. those trinkets always come with special little notes or letters, depending on how much free time he has.

— what i mean is it ranges from “thinking of you. love, ajax” to “the weather in liyue is cooler than normal but not nearly cold enough to compare to the weather over there. i just came back from work related duties and while camping, i made this little something for you.”

— if someone he cares about gets injured because of their clumsiness, he would tease them first before helping them. he’s a jerk but that doesn’t mean he isn’t concerned. actually, he’s the type to blow things out of proportion.

— you sprained your ankle? he’ll laugh and tease you for being so clumsy and when you start pouting and refusing his help? he’s the type to leave you behind and come back a few moments later with a wheelchair or smth as you sulk about his lack of concern. if you still refuse his help? he’ll ride the wheelchair himself and spin around acting as if he’s having the best time of his life (he is.)

— also, watch him carry you in his arms everywhere despite your embarrassment and insistence that you can walk hobble your way around.

— if someone hurt you? call an ambulance but not for him that’s a story for another time and it’s not gonna be sparkles and fairy tales.

— childe has a very high eq/emotional intelligence. partnered w his very observant nature, he knows exactly what everyone is feeling.

— expect your favorite comfort food, a bunch of comfy blankets, a mug of your favorite warm drink and all other stuff you like if you’re feeling even the slightest bit down. he’ll spoil you w everything if he’s unfortunately too busy to be there w you.

— but if he can force someone else to do his share of work and his work is not too important, then he would stay and cuddle you all day. one moment you’re laying against his chest as you read a book and the next, you’re the little spoon in bed as he peppers you w sweet words and kisses. he won’t force you to talk abt it but he will willingly lend an ear if you want to talk about it.

— if he sees that whatever troubles you is becoming bad-bad then he will gently pry it out of you for your own sake. he just wants to help as best as he could bc a frown would never belong to your pretty face.

— pls i want that. but you know what else i want?

— when childe is the one needing help, his first instinct is to hide behind a mask but if you successfully wormed your way into his heart, he’ll let you see how lonely and broken he truly is.

— cradle his head to your chest and he’ll nuzzle his head closer to you. he loves the rhythm of your heartbeat. it grounds him. run a hand through his hair and he’ll weakly whimper. don’t mention it tho or else he’ll pull away out of shame.

— after basking in your warmth and affection, childe will look up w a dopey smile and the most lovestricken eyes you could ever see. he loves too much and now, he loves you.

— he’s very open w his affection and if you reciprocate? he will protect you until the end of time and love you ever so unconditionally.

— to childe, love means one thing and that’s family. if he loves you, you’re now part of his dysfunctional family and he makes it his life’s purpose to do everything to make his family smile.

— congrats. you’re now part of tonia’s permanent guest list for tea parties and teucer’s favorite play buddy second only to childe. sure you may never have met them, but he speaks about you so much in his letters that they feel like they’ve known you forever.

— oh and you might as well pack up and live in snezhnaya bc after meeting them once at childe’s insistence, they, too, have fallen in love w you and they’re just as stubborn as our man, childe.

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not sure what kind of hcs u wanted so i added a little of everything. this is my best sales talk so bby, come into my arms and join the ‘i love childe’ cult.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Goodbye, My Lover

Oh this one hurts y'all! Prompt C-50 was hurt/comfort with "How drunk was I?" 

Ley, i don’t know how much you’re gonna love me after this but i really really went for the hurt part of this. Please forgive me friend?! And i hope you still like this even if it’s not what you expected?

Masterlist, Goodbye My Friend

Send me prompts y’all! I love them! And i’m avoiding uni work at all costs so i’m happy to do them!

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"Fuck you." Annabeth Chase breathes, grey eyes misty with anger.

"Just get out, leave me alone." Percy Jackson turns away, turns his back to her.

"The next time," Her voice cracks but she stands her ground, "When you come crawling back, when you need us, remember the words you said today. Because I will never forget."

And with that his apartment door slams, echoing around the room, in time with the ringing in his ears. His mind is blank, body numb. He doesn't want to believe it, doesn't want to even think it. No. It's not true. It can never be true.

The words he said to his best friend rattle in his husk of a heart. Rattle and bounce and tear. It's your fucking fault. Why didn't you do anything. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. He blocks out the anguish he saw in her eyes, blocks out the broken sound she had made when he screamed. He doesn't want to believe this. Doesn't want to... Believe what?

Percy grabs his car keys and nearly rips the door off its hinges in his haste to get out. When he's finally in the car, it's too quiet. He can hear his thoughts, he can hear his heartbeat, and how loud the silence is.

I will not cry. There is nothing to cry about. It isn't true.

Music blasts through the speakers, vibrating the car. Drown it out. Drown out everything. He drives and drives and drives till he is parallel with the ocean, till his ear drums are almost bursting with pain. There on the edge of a street is a bar. He stops, parking carelessly. It's ten am, no-one will be here for hours anyway. And he doesn't give a shit if they are.

He prowls in and sits down at the counter instantly, not bothering to take notice of the velvet couches, and leather chairs. Or the low, yellow lights, swinging overhead, and casting the room in a soft, buttery glow. 

"Give me your strongest shit." His voice is rough.

"Bit early isn't it?" The bartender is playful but Percy isn't in the mood.

So when he looks up, green eyes glowing with danger, she immediately apologizes and gets to fixing his drink. Before she can set the glass on the marble-top, he's swiped it and downed the contents. He coughs at the fire blazing in his throat and then growls, "Keep em coming."

"Sir," She says softly, gently, he doesn't want her pity. "We're legally only allowed to sell three of those per customer, and not all at the same time."

"Well find something else. I need to get drunk. And fast." He isn't interested in reasons, he doesn't want to hear people. He wants to escape.

She sighs softly, but moves away to prepare his orders.

Percy shoots back whiskey, brandy, tequila, vodka, and everything else she gives him. By the time he's ten drinks in his head is blurry and his tongue is going numb.

"Sir, I think you should slow down."

He giggles, shakes his head, "No thanks. If I can't still hear my thoughts I'm not drunk enough."

Another glass is placed in front of him, amber liquid glistening in the dim lights. He drinks and drinks, until he can't feel his fingers and his mind is numb.

"Can I ask sir?" She looks at him curiously, "Why are you... What happened?"

"I don't know," He smiles, sloppy and distracted, "I mean I do know but it's not true."

"You're getting drunk off a lie?"

He ignores her question, staring into his now empty glass, "I was mean to my friend you know?"

"Oh is that why you’re here?"

"She said something that can't possibly be true. And I was mean to her."

"What did she say?" So much patience in her tone.

"She said," He hiccups, giggles, "Wait who?"

"Your friend? What did she say that made you say mean things?"

"Oh," He frowns, pushes his glass forward to get a refill, "Well it doesn't matter what she said because it's not true. But I told her I hate her."

"And do you hate her?"

Percy looks up then, tears streaming down his face, "Of course I don’t hate her. She's my best friend."

"Then why did you say that?"

"Why did I say what?" He murmurs, and then smiles, "How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you."

The bartender is striking, braids threaded with gold strains and gorgeous earthy skin.

"You're very beau— very beaufit— you're pretty. I hope someone tells you that everyday." His words are slurs and mumbles.

"Thank you." Her smile is beautiful too, gleaming white teeth and warm brown eyes.

"Do you have someone I can call?"

"Why do you want to call someone?" He pouts, "Am I boring you?"

"I think you need to have a nap."

He grins at her, black curls flopping into his face as he shakes his head, "I need another of that delicious drink. The blue one you made. I like blue things."

"If you can give me a phone number, I'll give you the drink."

He frowns, thinking about it, "Okay deal!"

And then he has a tall blue drink in front of him and she's moved to the other side of the bar, her phone pressed to her ear. He hears bits and pieces of conversation but he doesn't register anything. Instead he looks at the swirling glitter in the blue liquid, amazed by how it floats and sparkles.

"Okay," She comes back, "They'll be here in twenty."

"Twenty what?" He scrunches his nose in confusion.

"Twenty, minutes."

"Wanna know a secret?" He leans forward, motioning for her to come closer. "I'm very drunk." And that sets him off into peals of laughter. He almost falls off his chair but catches himself at the last second.

He gasps suddenly, and the bartender whips around, "What? What's wrong?"

"The stars are coming out! My boyfriend loves the stars."

"Oh, that's nice. The stars are pretty I can understand why he loves them."

"I love my boyfriend." Percy's smile is wide, and brilliant.

Just then a figure walks through the door. He squints to get a better look but can’t make them out in the blur of his vision, and the spinning room.

"Thank you for looking after him." The voice is raspy.

"He was entertaining, made my shift much more bearable at least."

"Well I'll take him off your hands." The voice reaches out a hand and places a stack of bills on the counter and then loops his arm around their neck.

"Can I ask?" The bartender motions to him.

"A friend died. He's not taking it well."

He can hear the wince in the stranger's voice, but he doesn't know why it's there. His eyes are so tired, he just wants to, to, to.....

Percy wakes up in his bed, head pounding like a hammer is doing gods work on his skull and his stomach is churning. He makes it to the bathroom with half a second to spare before he throws up all his internal organs, or that's what it feels like.

"How drunk was I?" He groans.

"Wasted. You drank for eight hours."

He looks up from the toilet to see Annabeth leaning against the door frame.

Annabeth...

His face crumples, "Tell me it's not true, Wise Girl."

And the shattering in her eyes confirms his worst fears.

He throws up again. And again. And again. And then he's screaming, crying, scratching at his chest. He can't breathe. He can't breathe. He can't fucking breathe.

"I'm sorry Percy." Annabeth's arms wrap around him, pulls him against her chest where he can feel her erratic heart and her shaking ribs.

He cries until he passes out. He hopes he never wakes up.

What's the point? There's no-one to wake up to.

His boyfriend is gone. 

Jason Grace is dead.

[macbetha]

So very excited to share this! It’s a playlist for my upcoming Free! fic, This Heart of Mine, the rewritten sequel to Eyes Wide Open All the Time. You can listen to the playlist on YouTube; this list simply helps define who or what a song represents to me. This list also includes some lyrics that you may want to pay special attention to. I recommend reading the lyrics by themselves before listening to the playlist. Mind you - some of these lyrics only act as symbolism. Some mean more. Some songs have connections. Some don’t. ;) *go girl give us nothing* List below! 

 THIS HEART OF MINE: PLAYLIST GUIDE 

Theme: Bring Me The Horizon feat. Halsey - In The Dark (MTLT / amo version) Oh so tall, it broke the fourth wall Guess our fairytale had a few plot holes Don’t you know you’ve lost control ↳ Honorable Mentions: ✧ grandson - Bury Me Facedown When I go into the ground I won’t go quietly I’m bringing my crown I won’t get tired Set the town on fire Thinking that they’ve won It’s only just begun  ✧ Lorde - Everybody Wants to Rule the World ✧ Ry X - YaYaYa ✧ Rihanna - Goodnight Gotham

CHARACTERS

✦ Haruka ✧ WDL - Monster vs Angel Got my own monster Nobody but me  Got my own angel  I would never call him enemy He’s the good god I need  But both of the sides Fight for me  ✧ Mumford and Sons - Broken Crown I’ll never be your chosen one In this twilight  How dare you speak of grace But in this twilight Our choices seal our fate I’ll crawl on my belly till the sun goes down I’ll never wear your broken crown  ✧ Lia Marie Johnson - DNA Dark as midnight 6 Pack Coors Light You don’t look the same Past my bedtime Blue and red lights come take you away I won’t be like you Fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth Eyes like yours Can’t look away But you can’t stop DNA 

✧ Cat Power - Sea of Love Come with me, my love To the sea, the sea of love ✧ Al Green - Love and Happiness (side note: this if my favorite song of all time) Love and happiness Something that can make you do wrong And make you do right 

✦ Makoto ✧ The Oh Hellos - Soldier, Poet, King There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh ley, oh lei, oh lord ✧ Labrynth - Still Don’t Know My Name I took your heart I did things to you only lovers would only do in the dark I made you a god Priests, popes and preachers would tell me I did wrong ✧ The Civil Wars - Devil’s Backbone Don’t care if he’s guilty Don’t care if he’s not He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I got Oh lord, I’m begging you, please Don’t take that sinner from me  ✧ Sleeping At Last - Make You Feel My Love (Cover) I could make you happy Make your dreams come true There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do Go to ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love  ✦ Sousuke ✧ Angel Haze - Detox You dance in a cage with some rats in it I’m about chemistry, you just react to me God might turn us to ash, baby I might just taste your last stars tonight  We were gods in a world that did nothing but doubt us But fuck it, I got us, from the dirt with the flowers Put in work in the shower ✧ Kaleo - No Good  You better start runnin’ When you hear the man coming It won’t do you no good Kiss your baby goodbye Come on love, it’s all right Heaven knows they wanna break you apart  ✧ The Oh Hellos - The Lament of Eustice Scrubb Brother, forgive me We both know I’m the one to blame When I touched the water They told me I could be set free ✦ Rin ✧ Halsey - Young God (Lullaby / Music Box Intro, Live from Webster Hall) Running, running, running And we’ll be running, running, running again ✧ SZA - Good Days Tell me I’m not my fears, my limitations I’ll disappear I gotta keep from losing the rest of me Chasing a fountain of youth that’s in the present I’ll await my armored fate with a smile Still wanna try, I still believe in good days ✧ Lola Blanc - Angry Too Does it get your blood boiling? Does it make you see red? Cause it gets my blood boiling It would eat you like poison if you knew what I knew I don’t wanna drink the venom they made me I don’t wanna be controlled by the past But boy, if you were me Could you really blame me?  ✧ Kendrick Lamar - u And if this bottle could talk: I cry myself to sleep, everything is your fault Because you shook as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets Don’t let me tell them to world  About the shit you thinking  And the time that you - I’m ‘bout to hurl  I’m fucked up But I ain’t as fucked up as you ✧ Halsey - More Wooden floors, little feet Flower bud, concrete A little screen, a photograph Mine to take I still believe it won’t be like before I’ve loved you for all of my life ✦ Nao ✧ Johnny Hollow - Worse Things Anger grew like ecstasy And Leda threw the swan on me There are worse things, perverse things You should answer when the phone rings There are worse things I could do ✧ Young Heretics - Bones of a Rabbit You play with wolves But you sleep with the bones of the rabbit  You have conquered cities And torched the mighty sea You may keep yourself afloat But you cannot outswim me  ✧ Phantogram - Black Out Days (Future Islands Remix) Hide the sun  I will keep your face out of my mind  I’m hearing voices all the time And they’re not mine  Haunting my mind ✦ Natsuya ✧ Gang of Youths - Achilles, Come Down Remember your virtue  Redemption lies plainly in the truth Where you go, I’m going When you jump, I’m jumping There is no me without you  Today of all days See how the most dangerous thing is love ✧ Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You left me in the dark ✦ Ikuya ✧ Penelope Scott - Cigarette Ahegao So like, I guess I call it the sophomore slump Always crying and always drunk A few dead, more gone, the rest well on their way Thanks! I hate it Everyone that I love is stuck Because this, that, the other, and the state fucked up We covered it in a class that I’m about to fail  ✧ 100 gecs, Laura Les, Dylan Brady - Money Machine Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been trying to get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone ✧ Halsey - Clementine  Through a breakdown or a blackout Would you make out with me Cause I don’t need anyone I just need everyone and then some ✦ Hiyori ✧ Florence + The Machine - Seven Devils Holy water cannot help you now A thousand armies couldn’t keep me out I don’t want your money I don’t want your crown See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down ✧ Michael Buble - Feeling Good (Cover) It’s a new life for me This old world is a new world And a bold world for me Freedom is mine And I know how I feel I’m feeling good ✦ Asahi ✧ Sam Henshaw - Broke If I wasn’t broke Would you spend more time with me Like you said you’d do Tell me what I’m supposed to do Cause the only thing I need Is to be loved by you  ✧ Mikky Ekko - Smile Smile, the worst is yet to come We’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun ✦ Aki ✧ Aly & AJ - Church I did bad things, can’t you see it on my face? I get caught in every lie I need redemption for sins I can’t mention For all the things I can’t reverse For all the places where it hurts ✧ ZZ Ward - Ghost Here the devil call out my name I’ve broken promises, burning flame God knows, darling God knows I gave Now the truth cuts like a knife ✦ Nii ✧ Of Mice and Men - My Understandings  Keep in mind that I’m a sore eye With blurry vision  ✧ Neoni - Outlaw They say that I’m wanted Hear the whispers in the street You better start running Cause nothing scares me  Faster, faster You’re the one I’m after  You built a fortress But I’ll never kiss the ring I’m my own king

✦ Gou ✧ Melanie Martinez - Lunchbox Friends We can be friends if you wanna be But only till the clock hits three I don’t want no lunchbox friends, no I want someone that binds the ends, no Come to my house, let’s die together Friendship that will last forever ✧ Maroon 5 - Come to the Water Come away little light Come away to the darkness Away from the life that you always knew Come away little lamb Come away to the water To the arms that are waiting only for you ✦ Isuzu ✧ Jessie Reyez - NO ONE’S IN THE ROOM  Spent my whole life being graded, being told I’m not enough Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come I don’t want to I need to talk to God There’s things I just don’t understand Like who am I when no one’s in the room EMI - Bad Friends Yeah, I got some bad friends No you cannot have them If you wanna talk to them  You talk to me, yeah We don’t fuck around with just anybody, yeah

✦ Takuya ✧ Imagine Dragons - Ready, Aim, Fire Off in the distance, there is resistance Bubbling up and festering Here in the casing Shaking and pacing This is the tunnel’s light Blood in the writing, stuck in the fighting Look through the rifle’s sight ✧ Billie Eilish - you should see me in a crown (acapella) Bite my tongue Bide my time Wait till the world is mine, ocean eyes Count my cards Watch them fall  Blood on a marble wall You should see me in a crown I’m gonna run this nothing town Watch me make ‘em bow One by one ✦ Kinjou ✧ Urban Country - Knife and Stone Tell me, have you ever seen a mirror Mirror in the middle of the forest Just waiting for the rain or the crown I’ve been up for thirty days Someone point to lost and found Ain’t no blood in the temple Just a knife and stone

✦ Mikhail ✧ Elsie Lovelock - Friends on the Other Side (Cover) The cards, the cards The cards will tell The past, the present, and the future as well I got voodoo, I got hoodoo I got things I ain’t even tried And I got friends on the other side I hope you’re satisfied, but if you ain’t Don’t blame me You can blame my friends on the other side ✦ Ryuuji ✧ elbow - Grounds for Divorce I’ve been working on a cocktail Called Grounds for Divorce Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse There's a hole in my neighborhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall ✧ Mumford and Sons - The Enemy I am not the enemy It isn’t me, the enemy I came and I was nothing So why did you choose to lean on A man you knew was falling? ✦ Nadia ✧ Halsey - Castle (Orchestral Version) They wanna make me their queen  There’s an old man  Sitting on the throne  Saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut I’m headed straight for the castle

THEMES: GROUPS

✦ FREEBIRD ✧ Kaleo - Way Down We Go Oh father, tell me Do we get what we deserve They will run you down Down till you fall They will run you down Down till you crawl Till you can’t crawl no more And way down we go ✦ ROUGH RABBIT ✧  Imagine Dragons - Who We Are Up on the mountain Down in the king's den  It's who we are Doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's not okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day ✦ DIAMONDBACK ✧ Florence + The Machine - Bedroom Hymns This is good a place to fall as any We’ll build our alter here  In the wine, the women, the bedroom hymns Such selfish prayers, I can’t get enough I’m not here looking for absolution Because I’ve found myself an old solution

✦ HONEYBLADE ✧ Megan Thee Stallion and Normani - Diamonds I love me this much My pear-shape all dripped up He want me to be a little more lady-like? Come through with my girls and beat your ass on ladies night ✦ BLOODHOUNDS ✧ Angel Haze - The Wolves Nothing left out there for me  I left my fucking heart out at the sea This shit sounds like the danger zone  I’m the big bad wolf  Gonna take the throne 

THEMES: PAIRINGS 

✦ Makoto + Haruka ✧ Phoebe Bridgers - Smoke Signals One of your eyes is always half shut Something happened when you were a kid I didn’t know you then and I’ll never understand why It feels like I did ✧ Radical Face - Welcome Home Peel the scars from off my back I don’t need them anymore I’ve come home ✧ The Track Team - Heart Chakra ✧ Blackmill - Redemption ✦ Sousuke + Rin ✧ Kaleo - Bang Bang (Cover) Seasons came and changed the times I grew up, I called him mine He would always laugh and say: “Remember how we used to play? Bang, bang.” ✧ Zayn - Good Guy I’m not a good guy But I know you’re mine (bang) I know you’re mine (bang, bang) ✧ L'Orchestra Cinématique - Crazy In Love (Instrumental Cover)

✦ Natsuya + Nao ✧ Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss But have you heard the story Of the rabbit in the moon? Halsey - Colors Your little brother never tells you But he loves you so I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old 

✦ Hiyori + Ikuya ✧ Elvis Drew - Where Are You  I been trying to figure out where you from Is it the moon? Is it earth? Is it this place, where nothing is worse?  Nothing can compare to the life we had My dear just grab my hand and let me take you To my wonderland ✧ Swae Lee - Sunflower Some things you just can’t refuse I’m not tryna lose

✦ Isuzu + Gou ✧ Snow Patrol - The Golden Floor I’m a peasant in your princess arms Penniless with only charm

[sunmoonandeddie]

a light in the window

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,779

summary: Bucky sees a light in the darkness.

warnings: Bad words, mentions of past abuse.

a/n:  THANK YOU TO SO MUCH TO @cake-writes FOR LETTING ME STEAL HER AMAZING FAKE FIC IDEA I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

“Treizeci…  Patruzeci…  Cincizeci.”

James took the cash Luka had counted out in front of him, immediately shoving it into his back pocket.  He didn’t care that it was going to be crumbled and wrinkly and possibly covered in grease.  After spending ten hours washing dishes, he was ready to get home, especially since he was supposed to get off almost two hours ago but Daniel had been late for whatever reason or other.

It’s not like they could fire him.  Not many people were willing to be paid so little for such long hours.

But that’s the price of working under the table.

He started to head for the back door, wrapping his coat around himself and hiding his left hand in a pocket.  Luka never mentioned his prosthetic, but that was one of the few perks of this job.

Discretion.

“Hey.”

He looked back just as Luka handed him another ten lei.

“For sticking around tonight.”

James just gave a nod of acknowledgement and stepped out into the cold.  The streets of Romania were quiet tonight, people keeping inside to ward off the chill.  When he crossed the street, there wasn’t even another person in sight.  The street light he stopped under flickered.

Winter was familiar to him.  The snow, the ice.  The longing for something warmer.

Though he wasn’t sure what the warmth he craved was.  Sure, some sunshine would be nice.  A summer breeze sounded pleasant.

The former Winter Soldier looked back at the diner, the only place open on this particular street.  The light coming from the windows provided a glow in the darkness.  A beacon to anyone who passes by.

But it wasn’t the light that caught his attention.  No.

It was the girl inside.

He knew your name, of course.  Heard it in passing from one of the cooks.  Something about how you were sorry about giving him more dishes when his shift was almost over, as if it were your fault.

Sometimes, if he took out his headphones, he could hear your voice, sweet as honey, drifting in from the front of the house.

The warmth he craved wasn’t actual heat.  The warmth he craved, he needed, came from your smile.  From the way you greeted everyone like they were a long lost friend.

He wanted that.  He wanted to be your friend, the person you looked to for everything.  He wanted to pull that smile from you, that giggle.

But he couldn’t remember the last time a woman had looked at him as though he was worth something.

There had been one girl, a redhead.  As his memories came back, he remembered a girl in the Red Room.  Natalia, he thought her name was.  She’d been on the bridge a year ago when he’d fought the man named Steve.

She was pretty, yes, but she’d just been looking for a distraction from the situation she was in.

He had been, too, of course.  And in the end, none of it had ever added up to more than a few aggressive make out sessions in dark alcoves.

The extra ten lei in his pocket suddenly felt heavy as he watched you flit around the diner.  It wasn’t as though he couldn’t spare a few.  He’d already paid rent for a few months ahead.  He had a stack of cash in his go bag.

Without thinking, he walked back across the street and into the diner.  The little bell above the door jingled with his arrival, and he was surprised that his entrance didn’t catch the attention of the few people in the diner.

His heart was pounding as though he’d just sprinted a marathon, and yet, the only person who seemed to care that he was there… was you.

“Sit down wherever you wanna, sugar.  I’ll be there in a jiffy,” you called out to him as you magically balanced four plates on your arms before heading for a couple near the front window.

You were American.

Of course, he knew that, just from the small snippets of your voice that he’d gotten before.

The booths were almost completely empty, despite the fact that it was a twenty-four hour place.  And even though he could’ve chosen anywhere, he chose the very back corner.  He needed to be able to see the entrance as well as all the windows.

As long as he’d been here, he was still always on edge.

The skirt of the powder blue dress you wore appeared in his vision, as well as saddle shoes and bobby socks.

They had really gone all out with trying to mimic the classic American diner.

You placed a menu in front of him as you gave him your name, taking out your pen and pad.  “I’ll be your server tonight.  Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Coffee,” he grunted, handing back the menu.  He didn’t mean for it to poke you in the stomach, but you took it in stride as you tucked it underneath your arm.

“Cream or sugar?”

“Black.”

You seemed to hesitate for just a moment before walking away.  “Comin’ right up.”

God, he was so stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The first time he actually got to talk to you and he fucked it up.  Typical.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard a melody floating across the dining room, looking up to see you pouring him a coffee while singing under your breath.  It was some song he didn’t know, not that he was surprised by that.  And if he heard it on the radio, he’d probably turn it off.

But hearing you sing it…

He cleared his throat as you came back to his table, setting the coffee down in front of him.  “Thank you.”

If you were startled by how different his attitude was than before, you didn’t show it.  You simply flashed him a sweet smile and moved along.  “Holler at me if you need a refill, you hear?”

“I…  I hear,” he called back, cheeks flushed as he looked down at his coffee.

And even as the others in the diner drifted out one by one, he stayed.  He knew you worked until late in the night, but as the clock ticked, he became increasingly aware of just how dark it was outside.

Did you have someone to walk you home?  How far away did you live?  What if someone attacked you on your way?

There was still another fifteen minutes until your shift ended, but he went ahead and slapped down the ten lei on the linoleum table before disappearing through the door.

You looked over at the door as you heard the bell, brows furrowing as you realized that the man at the corner booth had just disappeared into the night.

You hadn’t even given him his check yet.

Granted, you really wouldn’t be too upset if he had.  A coffee in the diner didn’t even cost two lei, and you didn’t even have to brew a fresh pot for him.

But when you found the ten lei on the table, you glanced back towards the door as though expecting him to be there.  It was a four hundred percent tip.

And usually you didn’t even get anything if someone just came in for a coffee.

You shoved it in your apron before wiping down the table and setting the cup in the dirty dish bin.

He was on your mind for the last few minutes of your shift, and you barely acknowledged Nicoleta when she came in for the two to ten shift.

And who could blame you for thinking about him?  He was rather handsome, even with the hair that hid his face most of the time.

And his eyes…

You shook yourself out of your stupor and pulled on your threadbare coat, zipping it up and pulling the hood up.  Your roommate would be waiting for you, and you didn’t want to keep her awake any longer than necessary.

As you stepped out onto the street, your fingers found the knife in your coat pocket.  You kept it there as a safety precaution, knowing that dangers could be lurking anywhere.

You’d had plenty of experience.

Unknown to you, James stood in an alleyway across from the diner, shrouded in shadows.  He’d been waiting there since he left the diner, watching as you looked for him.

It made his heart warm.

He followed you down the street at a distance, not wanting to alarm you with his presence.  He knew how it would seem and he couldn’t have you being afraid of him.

Not when he’d just gotten to speak to you for the first time.

Of course, it could have gone much better, but baby steps.  It was the first time he’d talked to a woman he was interested in in over seventy years.

He could afford to cut himself a little bit of slack here.

A smile crept up onto his face as he heard you humming under your breath.  It was the same melody from earlier in the night, the one you’d been singing.

But even with your cheery demeanor, it was obvious that you were still very much alert.  And if he looked closely, he could see the hints of a knife in your right hand, hidden in your pocket.

It turned out that your place was only a few blocks away and the way was mostly illuminated by street lights.

Still, it was better to make sure that you were safe rather than sorry.

And even though you did have a coat, he wanted to have a chat with you about how you had nothing to cover your legs.  It wasn’t as though the cotton of your uniform could protect you from anything more than ketchup spills.

He relaxed a little when you entered a brick apartment building.  It was old, but he could see that someone had taken care to make sure it stayed nice.

He wasn’t sure that he should follow you in, but his feet decided for him.

The lobby of your apartment building was dimly lit at such a late hour, though there was more than enough light to see clearly.  It clearly wasn’t an overly expensive place, but he knew there was no way you’d be able to afford such a place on your own.

Did you have a boyfriend?  A husband?  There hadn’t been a ring on your finger, but that didn’t mean anything.  A lot of people left their rings off when they went to work so they didn’t lose it.

He watched as the elevator doors at the other end of the lobby closed with you inside, the numbers above it lighting up as it rose into the air.

“Fourth floor,” he mumbled to himself as the elevator finally stopped.

When he went back out on the street, he glanced up, wondering if maybe he’d catch a glimpse of you.

His heart jumped in his chest as he saw a light flicker on in a window, illuminating your tired face, providing yet another light in the dark of night.

You turned to someone behind you, a pretty smile tugging on your lips that faded into a yawn.

He couldn’t deny that the relief that washed over him when he saw that the person behind you was a woman.

And yes, he knew that there were lesbians and bisexual women, but the way you interacted with her didn’t read to him as romantic.  Especially after she left the room.

But nothing shocked him more than when your dainty fingers reached for the buttons lining the front of your uniform, his cheeks flushing as he watched you carefully undo them.

Didn’t you realize that your curtains were open?  And that anyone on the street could see you?  That…  That he could see you?

He really should tell you about that.

But he also really didn’t want to admit that he’d followed you home, even if it was to ensure that you got back safely.

He turned his eyes away as you peeled your dress off, your coat already discarded somewhere in the apartment.  He didn’t want to… violate you like that.  After waiting for what he thought was a decent amount of time, he looked back up to see that you’d exchanged your diner uniform for a sweatshirt and a pair of fuzzy pink shorts.

You looked so fucking sweet as you sat on your bed, wiping at your face with a makeup wipe.  You were so sleepy and ethereal and cute and— 

Fuck, he had it bad.  Was it possible to be in love with you when you’d really only ever gotten to talk to you once?  And who’s to say it could even constitute a real conversation when he hadn’t even said ten words to you?

He waited until you turned your bedroom light off and crawled under the blankets to leave, fading back into the night.

And so it went.

James’s new routine found him in the diner until almost two in the morning every night.  He always ordered the same thing: a single black coffee.  He’d always get one refill and would slip out of the diner at about fifteen ‘til, leaving behind ten lei.  He never said more than ten words.  And every night, he followed you back to your apartment to make sure that you got home safe.  It never wavered.

At least, until a little over three weeks later.

He was in the back booth, the seat that you had affectionately started referring to as his booth.

He couldn’t remember the last time something had really been his.  Sure, he had his go bag with the clothes he had found from thrift stores and his journals.

But that booth was his.  And it was his because you said it was, and it was always open and waiting for him when he got off.

But, anyway, he was on his first cup of coffee, the clock above the kitchen window reading 12:36 AM, when you slid into the seat across from him.

To say he was shocked was an understatement.

He looked at you with wide eyes, his breath catching in his throat.  The vinyl seat squeaked under your bare thighs as you shifted.  Your hands curled around your own coffee mug as you glanced back out at the rest of the dining room, which he quickly realized was empty.

“You ever gonna order somethin’ to eat?”

Blue eyes blinked owlishly at you.  “I…  What?”

Crossing your legs applesauce style, or whatever it was called in that nursery rhyme, you pulled a handful of creamers out of one pocket of our apron, and a bunch of sugar packets out of the other.  “The cooks told me you never order food here, even though you’re here eight hours a day, and all you ever order is black coffee.”

Wait…  What?  You knew he worked here?

“And you know employees don’t have to pay for beverages, right?” You asked, too busy pouring an obscene amount of creamer into your coffee to look up at him.  “Like, I appreciate the tips you leave, but you really don’t have to.”

“I…  I, uh…”  He swallowed down the lump in his throat as his right hand anxiously tapped on the table.  His left hand was hidden securely in his pocket, out of your sight.  “You still d-deserve a tip.”

You smiled at him in a curious way, like you were trying to figure him out.  “Your name is James, right?” You asked, ripping four sugar packets at the same time and pouring it into the mug.  The little clinks of your spoon hitting the ceramic mug were the only sound for a few seconds.

He didn’t answer because you already knew the answer was yes.

“You’re kind of a mystery, aren’t ya?” You asked, finally taking a sip of what he considered barely coffee.

Part of him wondered how you were going to sleep tonight.

“But Luka says I am, too, so that’s okay,” you said, continuing on as though he’d actually given you an answer.  “He never asks any questions about how I ended up here, which is good.  I like that.”  Your voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.  “You seem like you’re the kind that likes that, too.  That he doesn’t ask too many questions.”

Were you on the run like him?

But what the hell could you be running from?

Who would ever want to hurt you?

You were sweeter than the caramel candy bars that had become his guilty pleasure recently.

“What are you running from?” He asked, shocking even himself.

The cogs were visibly turning in your head as you debated within yourself whether or not you should tell him your story.  After all, he was still a stranger.  You didn’t know him.

And for all he knew, you were a HYDRA agent planted to get him to lower his guard so you could drag him back to Russia and— 

“My ex-husband.”

His mind suddenly went quiet as you interrupted his anxious thoughts.

The smile that had graced your features was long gone as you stared down into your mug.  Almost like you were… ashamed?

When he looked down at your left hand, there was no hint of a ring.  Not even a tan line.

So it had been a while.

“Do you wanna…”  He coughed, clearing his throat.  “Do you wanna, uh, talk about it?”

You didn’t meet his eyes, your fingers anxiously tearing up a used sugar packet into tiny little pieces.  “I met him my sophomore year of college.  He, um…  He was perfect.  Sweet.  Funny.  Popular.”  A weak laugh fell from your lips.  “He was the quarterback of the football team, and I couldn’t stop thinking how lucky I was that he noticed me.  I was…  I was nobody.  And, I don’t know…  Maybe I was living out a little bit of my high school fantasy of the heartthrob of the school noticing me.  I’ve always just been a nerd and, uh, no one ever paid attention to me.”

He can’t help but think that he would’ve noticed you.  Without a doubt.  How could someone not?  You were… radiant.

As you sunk down into your seat, your shoulders slouching, you looked so... small.

James just wanted to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you go.

“I married him right out of college,” you whispered.  The mood between you two had gotten remarkably darker.  “But after we got back from our honeymoon, he was… different.  He was always so angry.”  You smiled wryly, almost like you were trying to make a joke, but your eyes were so distant.  “One time, I called my mom without his permission… and he put me in the hospital with two broken ribs.”

Fury boiled in James’s veins.  The thought of someone laying their hands on you…

A wave of guilt filled him.  How was he any better than your ex-husband?  After all, he’d killed hundreds of people.

“And it just… kept going.”  You rubbed your hands on your uniform, sniffling as you looked anywhere but his eyes.  “My college roommate came to visit out of the blue.  She moved to Bucharest after we graduated for a job and she’s been here ever since…”  Not-so-subtly, you wiped at your eyes.  “She took one look at me and offered to get me away from him.  So I packed my bags while he was at work, and ran.  We stayed in the city for two days so I could file the divorce papers, and then I came to Bucharest.  No plan or even an idea of what was going to happen…  Just what I could carry in my suitcases and the money I got from pawning off my rings.  She had to pay for my plane ticket.  I was lucky I still had a passport and just needed to update the photo.  The only time I went back was to finalize everything.”

And even though James didn’t… kill people anymore, he was definitely considering finding this ex of yours and teaching him a few things about how to treat a lady.

You laughed, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.  “Sorry.  I just… completely dumped all of that on you.”

He shook his head rapidly, hoping he didn’t come off too eager.  “N-No.  It’s okay.  Really.”  His cheeks flushed.  “You can talk to me about anything you want.”

“That’s…”  The smile he loved so much was back, even if it was a little sad.  “That’s the first time I’ve ever really talked about it.  You’re... really easy to talk to, you know.”

That was something he’d never heard before.

At least not in this century.

He had no idea if he was easy to talk to before he was taken by HYDRA.  He could barely remember the faces of his sisters, his ma, Steve.

“You know, you can talk to me, too,” you said, tentatively reaching across the table to take his right hand in yours and squeeze.

He stiffened at the contact, before slowly melting into your innocent touch.

“Whatever or whoever it is you’re hiding from...,” you said, your voice barely louder than a whisper, “You don’t have to hide from me.”

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he didn’t have to.

And sure, he didn’t know what was coming.  He didn’t know that this would lead to a whirlwind romance, where he got to walk you home and he got to go inside with you, or that it would lead to the both of you getting dusted in the Snap, only for you to come back in the Blip.  He didn’t know that you would find him in New York City and slap the ever-loving shit out of Steve Rogers for taking him away from Bucharest, from you, before kissing him senseless for the first time in since June 23rd, 2016, because yes, he counted the days.

He definitely didn’t know that it would result in a late September day, you walking towards him in a stunning white dress and his mother’s ring on your left hand, given to him by his sister Rebecca, who, at ninety-eight years old, was sitting in the front row with shining eyes as she watched her older brother get married to the love of his life.

But it was okay that he didn’t know.

Because he was looking at you, his light in the window, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like everything might turn out right.

[oikaw-ugh]

106 BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!!

(block the tags #jose mari onii chan and #whenever if u don't wanna see my hyping for Christmas)

ALSO, SHOUTOUT TO @applepienation SHE HAS THE CUTEST LAUGH IS2G AHAHAHAHA ALSO, HER BROTHER SOUNDS SO SMART

SO! STORY TIME!

Is this another drunk story time? Y E S

Also, I'm already 18 at this time soooo yes, I am legally allowed to drink >=]]]

Hmmmm. This happened just last year. I was on my 12th grade and it is a requirement for graduating students to undergo immersion? (Where you try to immerse urself to jobs that are most likely what you'd be if you graduate college)

And like, I had my immersion under a department from the government (I'm not gonna say where but ehem-ehem-recent scam-ehem HAHAHAHAHAH)

And like, I worked with the cashier and admin department together with my gay classmate Renato. Renato and I worked for them and at the same time, made the decorations for their Christmas party.

Yes ;-; it's way more better than being ordered to photocopy papershit all the time.

FAST FORWARD! Their Christmas party came and Renato and I were fOrcEd (lIkE, wE diDn'T wAnT tO cOme 👉👈 nOt aT aLl) and apparently, some of our classmates who worked for the other branches were invited, too!

It was fun ;))))

Dinner came and my friend, let's name her Saturnina gave me this beautiful pink-looking drink.

Saturnina: Lei, want some?

Me, an obsessed pink lover: h e l l y e a h

So I drank it and like, didn't expect it would be so good? And before I knew it, I drank four? Five? I forgot. Four-five glasses of that juice.

Me: This juice is so good!

Saturnina: Lol, Lei, that was long island.

Me: 👁️👄👁️

I didn't know a shit about drinks so pls check them out yourself whatever the hell is in Long Island

And before I knew it, I was tipsy. I was giggling non-stop and like, was feeling drowsy and was on the verge of puking LMAOOOO

But naaaah we tough! We a tough bitch. So despite it all, I jOINED THE PARLOR GAMES

Yes. I was tipsy. And yes. I was playing parlor games.

I remember playing that game where huge chocoballs are at a plate and like, you scoop one with a spoon that is on your mouth? And you have to transfer it to the other plate? Yeah. That game.

I didn't want to play bc I know I was getting drunk

BUT MY FRIENDS WHO ARE A DEMON REINCARNATE PUSHED ME TOWARDS MY SUPERVISOR WHO SEEMS TO BE DRUNK AS WELL DHSJSJSJJSS she saw me so she pushed me (they wanted her to play)

Soooo I played the game, and I swear whenever I squatted, I am so close to kissing the floor. ;-; it was a humiliating (nah) because the other adults (who were drunk too, mind you) are laughing at my stupidity ;))))

In the end, I scooped all of the chocoballs and I ran ("ran") towards the other plate, making the staff laugh while I humiliate my ass of ;(

Also, that hoolahoop(?) Relay? Where you form a line and you try the hoolahoop travels from one end to another? Yeah!

I did that too! And the players at our line ARE ALL DRUNK HJSJSJSJ LMAOOO THAT WAS SO STUPID I CRIED

Me: Sir! Sir! Wrong arm! Wrong arm! (I said that while giggling)

The employee: *is hiccuping while he kicked the air*

Me: 👁️👄👁️

So anyways, please don't be like this when you go take your immersion. Be professional. I was just lucky because my immersion supervisor isn't that strict and she's also drunk LOL

I'd talk about the other events at this party tomorrow i guess uwu

Shout out to ate Nich! @angmarwitch for this wonderful idea HAHAHAHAHAHAH

[yuna-dan]

Only the Ocean (Ch. 1)

Chapter One: La Canción del Pirata

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AO3

I wanna thank my bestest friend and beta @awkwardkindanerd​. I really love how this chapter turns out but it was all thanks to her.

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed it. If you wanna listen to the song that inspired this chapter click here

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Summary of the Ch: That night Logan dreamed about living a pirate’s life, and the next day he was decided to begin a new life as a pirate. 

Warning for this chapter: Slight violence. Alcohol Mention.

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Logan didn’t remember a lot of his childhood. There wasn’t a lot to remember really, growing up in a foster house wasn’t exactly a great experience. 

Logan’s favorite memories were of the times in which the nannies would take all the kids to the beach, and he would spend all day just sitting on the shore listening to breeze of the ocean. 

The physician said that since he was abandoned near the sea, he associated the idea of family to the sea. Logan didn’t think it was true. The ocean did provide him with certain calm, but he believed it was because of the sounds it produced. He didn’t think it was something deep, he just liked the sea, big deal. If a bourgeois kid says that they like the sea, the small kid would probably be constantly flattered about how intelligent and curious they were.

So, Logan went on with his life, paying for his damn studies, because he wanted nothing more than to investigate the wonders beneath the sea. He was eighteen years old when he was invited to join a royal ship’s crew.

After almost a year of working there, he abandoned the idea. The Crown didn’t care about the life and surprises behind the blue waves, no. They wanted to exploit every damn resource they could find, and Logan wasn’t going to be part of it. He had already told the captain of the ship that he was leaving on the next port, so now he only had to wait.

The nights were always the worst. He wanted to cry so badly, but he didn’t want the crew to listen to how defeated he really felt. It was then, while holding back tears, that he heard a soft humming coming from the deck. He was an intelligent man, but also a very curious one, so he put on his boots and followed the humming to one of the sides of the ship.

The air felt nostalgic, almost as if the sea was saying goodbye to him. He chuckled, that idea was ridiculous, even for a sea enthusiast like him. He leaned on the wood, feeling the breeze hitting his face and his glasses getting dirty.

He thought of jumping, filling all his pockets with something heavy, and never look up. While this sinister thought crossed his mind, the humming became clearer and suddenly the transfigured into words being sung. Que es mi barco mi tesoro, Que es mi dios la libertad, Mi ley, la fuerza y el viento, Mi única patria, la mar. 

Logan abruptly stood up, panting heavily. The words once again turned into a soft humming. “I am exhausted; I must be imagining things,” he said, trying to convince himself. He couldn’t, but he decided it had been a dream.

The next day, Logan went to a pub to try and forget the fact that he spent almost a year working with the Crown. The payment had been good though, so once he found a place to sleep, he went directly to get a drink. The pub was full of marines, fishers and pirates, each of them minding their own business. This was a town near the shore, so of course it was full of people made a living thanks to the ocean.

Logan couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. 

He was moping around, sipping a beer, when he heard a familiar melody: the same rhythm of the song he had dreamed about. “Olas de plata y azul; y ve el capitán pirata,” was singing the bartender while he cleaned some dishes.

“Excuse me?” Logan got the attention of the young man, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “That song…uhm?” The alcohol was hitting him, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He knew he didn’t have a high resistance to alcohol and yet...

“It’s an old pirate song, from my hometown,” the bartender answered with a thick accent and continued doing his work.

Pirates, huh. 

That night Logan dreamed about living a pirate’s life, and the next day he was decided to begin a new life as a pirate. If the Crown hadn’t cut it, he would try betting on the other side of the coin. At first, he fantasized of buying a ship, getting a crew and just sailing off into the sea. That idea was tossed really quickly, however, when he realized that no one was going to trust him, since he wasn’t precisely a strong man. Besides, he didn’t want to be a pirate captain, he just wanted to be in the ocean and fucking investigate.

Well, for now he had to get used to life in this town.

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Two years passed quickly for everyone in that small town, for everyone expect for Logan Sanders.

By then, Logan had probably asked more like begged every freaking pirate that went through this town to let him join the crew. Yes, he may not know how to fight, but he was a good strategist, and he could even clean the ship. Most of them would just laugh right in his face and brush him off, others would make him scrub the deck spotless and then spit something like we’ll let you know.

Logan got it, really. He wasn’t a muscular, strong man, but it wasn’t solely his fault. When you grow up in a foster home with twenty other mouths to feed, you can’t exactly eat to your heart’s content. Of course he wasn’t going to grow tall, he thanked the gods for not being sickly.

Logan’s money was starting to dry up. Most of the time, when he needed money to pay for the small room he slept in, he would gamble in the pub. It was laughably easy, since most of the people who gambled there were pretty drunk, and Logan was good at it. Actually, that was how he knew he was good at developing strategies; he had never used them in combat, mainly because he didn’t fight, but if he was good at tricking men twice his size, then he couldn’t be that bad a strategist.

He was on his way to the pub when he surprisingly made out an unknown ship tied in the dock. He smiled bitterly, thinking that maybe he would ask its captain eventually, but he already felt defeated. He sighed, and then the soft melody started. 

It was odd, yes. Logan knew he was probably going crazy, but ever since his last time on board, he could hear a soft hum coming from the sea. It started always at the same hour, like a sweet bell indicating the moon would soon come out to greet him. He found it comforting, for some reason. He also knew that it was probably just him imagining things.

He hummed along and went into the pub.

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Deceit sighed for what it felt like the millionth time. He really loved Patton, he would kill anyone for him, but he was so-

“We can just ask them, right?” He sighed again.

-childish and so innocent for a pirate.

“Enlighten me, please,” Dee said, “How would you ask someone to please let us steal all their money?” He hissed.

Patton pouted, “You don’t have to be mean, you know.”

Deceit was about to call it a day. I am sorry, my Captain, we don’t have money due to our inability to create a plan and Patton being, well, himself. He wondered, why the hell he was paired with Patton? 

Someone cleaned his throat next to them, and Deceit instinctively touch his dual swords. Patton’s hand went to his whip; he preferred a weapon that could hurt but didn’t kill. “Uhm,” The guy showed his open hands, to show he wasn’t posing any threat. “M-mind if I help?” He asked. The guy was tiny, really, probably a few inches shorter than Virgil.

Patton’s soft, pleading eyes laid on Deceit, and of course no one could say no to him, so he just sighed. “That guard has an issue turning on his right side, so if you attacked him from there it’s probably easier to overpower him. That way also you would have direct access to the money, without alerting any other guard and breaking into a fight.” He said, almost too low, as if he was scared. He probably was.

Patton looked at Deceit, who was staring into the guy’s eyes, looking for any traces of a lie. He gave a short nod to Patton when he realized he wasn’t lying. “If somehow this is a trap,” Deceit said, getting closer to the man, “We’ll kill you right here, pipsqueak.” 

The guy gulped hard, “I am not lying,” He took a deep breath, “I give you my word.” 

Deceit stoop up, and signaled Patton to remain there, “Mo, you stay here.”

“Aye, Dee.” He said, “I am not killing him, though.” He added.

“Of course not.” Deceit murmured, clearly annoyed and mumbling to himself. 

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His plan worked. Of course it did, Logan didn’t have any doubts about its efficiency. -Except he was literally shaking the whole time he sat next to the friendly one- 

Once they saw the one who had his face covered with a thin black cloth approaching the table, the friendly one —Patton, he learned later—, took his hand, stood up and suddenly he was running with the two of them. 

Logan expected the worse. This is how I’ll die. However, once they were far away from the pub, he saw that Patton was smiling. 

“See that, Dee? I told you, violence is never the solution.” 

Dee, Logan assumed, was smirking a little, “You do realize that stealing is not exactly a pinnacle of morality, right?” He said, checking the bag full of golden coins.

“I dunno what that means.” Patton said back, cheerfully.

“It means the peak,” Logan said, trying to catch his breath, “Li…like the culminating po…point,” He was wheezing, trying to breathe again, resting his hands on his knees and trying not to choke, “I-is like saying the goal.”

“Okay buddy,” Patton said, giving him small patpats on his back, “You did a good job.” 

Dee was counting the money inside the bag, “I think our Captain would be satisfied.” He finally said, picking a bunch of coins and throwing them into a small bag. 

“This is for your help, pipsqueak.” Logan looked up, to see Dee handing the small bag to him. 

For a moment he was thought about trading the money for a spot in their crew, since he now realized they were probably pirates from the ship he saw earlier at the dock. He opened his mouth when–

“I think we should keep him.” Patton said. 

Dee didn’t even look at him, “No.”

Patton pouted. Logan actually saw a pirate pouting. “At least we can buy him a drink?” 

Dee stayed silent for a minute. “Remus expects us back at the ship at night.” He sighed, “I guess a couple of drinks won’t affect us.”

Logan looked at Patton, noticing how he was staring at him. “Well, we can’t go back to the pub we just stole from, right? And we’re not from around here so...”

“Right, right. Follow me, I know another place.” 

Logan was about to get drunk with pirates, and he had no idea how that would turn out. 

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Patton was stumbling his way back into the ship, when he saw Virgil already at the dock. “Vi~” he said, leaving Deceit’s side and running to hug the smaller man. 

Virgil didn’t hug him back, but he did put his hand on his waist to help him stabilize his body. “You are drunk.” 

Deceit chuckled when Remus gave him a questioning look, “Sorry about that, Captain.” He shook his head when he saw Virgil helping Patton into the quarters, “Someone helped us get the money you asked for and, well, you know Patton.” 

“Why did someone help you? Couldn’t handle it alone, Deceit?” He said, with a twisted smile on his face. 

“On the contrary, my Captain,” they started walking into the ship, “Patton didn’t let me.” 

They laughed softly. They walked towards the side of the ship, Remus staring at the water. “Should I be concerned about this person who helped you, Damien?”

Dee wasn’t comfortable when people called him by his name, it was something he had left with his past life. However, when Remus did it, he couldn’t help but feel a light wave of warmth spreading inside his chest. “Not really, my Captain,” he saw how Remus slightly shook his head. “He’s just a pirate wannabe. He’s really clever, if I must say.” 

Remus hummed, and started walking towards his quarters without saying another word. 

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Logan was drunk. 

Deceit and Patton took him home since he couldn’t even walk straight. He fumbled with the keys of the room and threw himself on his bed. 

He was too drunk to acknowledge the small humming addressing him by his name. “We’ll meet soon, Logan.” 

He was too drunk to realize it wasn’t a dream.

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Roman was lying near his brother’s ship, smiling to himself.

“I am going to run my precious ship over your obnoxious tail if you don’t tell me what you’re plotting, Roman.” Remus hissed.

Roman just smirked at his brother.

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Apparenlty Roman can speak Spanish. 

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Continuation of The Traitor and the Bear Jew & Home for the Holidays

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Donny was straightening out his bow-tie, lost in his own repetitive scenarios and worries.  He was scared. It wasn't the prospect of walking into the theater and never coming back out that scared him. It was that something much worse would happen to you. "But what if this Landa guy recognizes you?!" "He won't." You had enough of this war. You once wanted to start a new life, with Donny, far away from the ruins of your home. Then you got Operation Kino. In no scenario was Donny making it out of the war alive...and you decided to go with him. Donny groaned in frustration, "They ran your face in the papers all over the place when they found out you weren't dead. How is he not going to recognize you?!" Hugo peered from the bed of the makeshift infirmiry. He and Wicki had survived...but barely. Hicox wasn’t so lucky... Hugo managed to mutter, “Donny hat recht. Bleib hier.”  "Donny's right. Stay here." You shook your head, “Nein, ich gehe.” “No. I’m going.” You looked to Bridget for help. She was pulling on her heels, and looked at the boys. "I need at least one other person there who can actually speak Italian."

Aldo sighed...He was originally going to put either Hirschberg or Smitty in your place, but he knew one thing for sure. Everyone carrying out a part of Operation Kino inside the cinema was never coming back home. Donny was the first to volunteer for it. He wanted to be the one to kill Hitler. That was a given... But Aldo knew something else: You couldn't live without Donny, and Donny wouldn't be at peace knowng you were miserable without him. Besides, Bridget was right. They needed you to make their act more convincing. Then you would be 'Catia Barbarino,' stylist to Bridget von Hammersmark. A final card from the Basterds, and once again, a traitor to the nazis.

You looked into the mirror, and swiped on a copper-red lipstick, and wore a long, emerald green dress, covering the sticks of dynamite around your ankles. Bridget lent you a ring to make it more convincing. Everyone was in the next room, having one last drink. Donny came up behind you. "Are you sure you want to do this, doll?" "Are you?" He sighed and looked down. "I'm not going home until Hitler's dead. I'm gonna do it myself." "Then I'm going with you."  His head tilted a little, and his eyes grew soft when he saw that your love for him matched his hatred for the enemy.

"Donny, I can't live without you. Don’t ask me to stay here again." "Don't do this...Don't go. I-" "You’re not the only one with a vendetta. Remember that." He smirked a little as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him. He nodded in surrender, and sighed as he looked down at you. “You look beautiful, doll.” He pretended he was ok with everything, but...he was still worried you'd be recognized. Still, there was no one else he wanted by his side when he took down the nazi regime. A few hours later, his world seemed to collapse when Landa approached them. Still, somehow it all seemed alright. "MARGHERITIIIII!!!!!"

Landa looked at you, and for the first time in a long time, you couldn't read someone. He asked for your name. "E il tuo nome?" "Catia Barbarino." He nodded. Landa gave the impression that he believed you. In reality, he was just impressed you'd made it this far. He also enjoyed tracking your fake names through the years.  All six of you stopped talking for a tense moment, wondering what the next few hours would entail.  Not everyone was going to make it out alive, everyone had that clear.  Bridget quickly broke the silence, fearing that any more contact with Landa would cost them all dearly. "Lei è la sua fidanzata." She told Landa you were Donny's fiancee. It was not true...But Donny did make a certain face, Omar did smirk, and Aldo did smile a little.

Bridget had noticed Landa looking at the ring around your gloved left ring-finger. It was really Bridget’s ring. And given that you were her ‘stylist’ a bit too grand for someone of your occupation.  Bridget heard Hugo tell Wicki in German that Donny wanted to propose to you, until the basterds were assigned to Operation Kino...there would be no point then... It sort of slipped. Bridget panicked, trying to keep Landa from asking too many questions. Landa congratulated you and Donny. Then, realizing Donny and Omar were choking on their Italian, Bridget managed to get Landa to allow you, Donny, and Omar to take your seats in the cinema.

0023 0024 0025... You sat in seat 0025, beside Donny. Your hands were entwined, much like your fates had been for two years. His hands were steady. His heart was set on Operation Kino. His eyes were set on you, one last time... You would have gladly sat there until it all ended, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. You looked at the two emty seats following yours. Aldo and Bridget should have been there by then... Donny followed your gaze. You turned to him, and whispered softly, "Donny?" He sighed, looking back at the seats again, then at your eyes. He nodded with certainty, and you smiled broken-heartedly. Something told you that things would never be the same again. You rested your hands on his cheeks, as your eyes became teary and he smiled at you, one last time. He kissed you. And you were gone... As you passed Omar, you saw he was smiling widely, as he repeated under his breath "sua fidanzata"

You chuckled a little, though your heart felt heavy. You looked through the lobby, it was mostly empty, save for Aldo standing in the middle, with a glass of champagne in his hand. You were halfway up the stairs then, and Aldo turned around, hearing the click of high heels, thinking it might be Bridget. He was confused when he saw you, but then he glanced at the room where Landa had taken Bridget, and nodded at you. You nodded once to your lieutenant, and made your way to the door. Your excuse for retrieving her would be to touch up her makeup for the cameras... You stood at the door, and heard Landa give an order, "The guy in the white smoking jacket." He opened the door unexpectedly, and found you as you looked back to see a group of nazis attack Aldo and take his weapons from him. "ALDO!"

In the middle of his insults, he glanced up at you, with another reasuring nod, then resumed his shouting as the nazis dragged him away. You were reaching for your purse, where you'd hidden a gun. Landa reached for your wrist, "Now, now, Private L/N, don't be rash." You clenched your jaw. So he did recognize you... He was right. A gunshot would alert all the guards... You’d end Operation Kino before it even began. He pulled you into the room. You saw her shoes on the ground...your could hear your heart beat in your ears as you braved a glance across the room. There, you found Bridget von Hammersmark, lifeless. She was lost in the hands of an unforgiving fate. Landa’s hands, to be precise. 

Not unlike you. You whispered, "Bridget..."  She was not supposed to die... Not like that. Not that night.

Landa was cool and collected as he paced in front of you.."Well, well, well. If it isn't the traitorous Y/n L/n." "Villains really need to get a better spiel, you know." He looked shocked, as if he were truly offended by your words. "I am most certainly not a villain, liebling. I resent that!"

"You are the Jew-Hunter, aren't you?" "I'm a detective. I do my job. And I do it right." He gestured to the corpse, and a wave of rage ran a chill down your spine, and boiled your blood as he looked at you, "We're very much alike, you and I, liebling." "Don't call me that. We are nothing alike." "No? You're German. I'm German. You're a killer. I'm a killer. We both look at the possible outcomes of our decisions: Yours was to be a traitor, and mine was to stay loyal to the third reich. And here we are, looking at the possible outcomes of killing each other...and in your case and of your friends: yourselves." "I kill nazis. You kill people." He chuckled, "Jews are no more than rod-" You took a step forward. Your fists were clenched. You didn't need a gun. You were a basterd. "Watch your words, Landa." He countered like a child on a playground, and sneered, "Watch yours, private!" There was a knock at the door, and as you were face to face, he remarked, "Ah... we find ourselves in a compromising position. I advise you to stay quiet, and still. No tricks."

You clenched your teeth and nodded. You heard him utter 'clever' outside, and come back in with Aldo's knife, his explosives, and jacket. "Scheisse..." Your mind raced with all the possible horrible things that could be happening to Aldo at that moment. You were a traitor. You once had eyes on the inside...you knew the extent of the enemy’s inhumanity. Your rage was hardly contained at that point, "You're a coward, Landa." He smirked a little as he poured himself a glass of champagne, "Why do you say that?" You glared at him, "You killed her. She was a good woman. A fucking civilian. She's not a soldier, she's not a-" "She was a spy and a traitor, much like yourself, Private L/n." He took a menacing step forward, Aldo's knife in hand, as you stared at each other, hell-bent on getting revenge. He laughed a little, like a madman "Is it such a sin?" "She was innocent." Landa slammed his fist on the table, "A liar and traitor just like you!" he turned back around, and you were both aiming guns at each other. He smiled again. "Kill me, they'll look for a gunman. They know about Aldo, they saw you with him. They saw your fiance a...Oh he's not really your fiance is he? Shame...Thought you made a handsom pair and all...Disgraceful as it is, for a German like you and a Jew, well I must admit young Mr. Donowitz is a fine looking young man, good match for you...Shame, really, all this." You had your gun aimed between Landa’s eyes. You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. "They find him and your friend Omar. Your mission is kaput. And their fate is much worse than what you planned." "So you want us to stand like this until it’s all over?" “It's a possibility..." He sighed “not a practical one, mind you.” He lowered his gun...and you did too. "My disappearance and yours will raise suspicions. You know that, colonel." He paced around, thumb at his chin, as if in deep thought, "I have a better idea, private..." he turned, disarmed you, and stabbed you with Aldo's knife before you could even take a breath.

You were stunned for a moment. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. You were supposed to die alongside Omar and Donny, destroying the third reich, and avenging millions.  There you stood, so close to them, yet so far from your destiny.   The searing pain, the uncertainty of the mission... The tides had turned for the blade used against so many nazis before... You couldn't say a word... Blood pooled through your dress. You grew cold and numb. Your knees buckled, and Landa crouched by you as you kneeled weakly. He leaned in and murmured, "Do me a favor, liebling. Don't die now. You may just be useful to me just yet..." He pulled the knife out slowly, and left you there. He took your gun and Aldo's things, and left the room. You were sprawled out on the ground, the opposite side of the room as Bridget. Your eyes burned with agony and rage as you looked up. "So endet es also ..." 'So this is how it ends...' **** The theater was full, the movie had started, and neither the lieutenant, the spy, or the traitor came back. Donny and Omar were in the bathroom, about to carry on with their mission. Donny was pushing for some hope, "You sure you didn't see her in the theater? Maybe she forgot where we were sitting." Omar shook his head slowly, "She didn't forget...She didn't come back."

Donny nodded. That could only mean one of two things: You were either dead or once again, a traitor. He knew you wouldn't betray the basterds.

And his heart shattered knowing what that meant, He nodded slowly, numb, but with a mission. "Mission goes on, Omar..." Orders from high command were that they were to carry out Operation Kino at all costs.  Omar shook his head. "No. No, Aldo and the woman didn't come back either. Something's going on." Donny turned his back on Omar, and leaned onto the sink, looking down. "Operation Kino goes on. It's what they would have wanted." Omar caught a glimpse of Donny's eyes in the mirror. They were filled with rage and sorrow. The rage wanted vengeance for everything and everyone the nazis had taken from the world. The sorrow was the realization it didn’t matter if you weren’t there with him... The sorrow was the realization that as of now, you were one of the millions lost at the nazis’ hands.  Donny was now more than willing to die in that cinema for his lieutenant, for Hicox, for the spy, and most of all, for you... Omar rested his hand on Donny's shoulder, "We said we'd die together, or we don't die at all. Something happened to them, but we don't know that they're dead. I'm not dying unless I know what really happened to them."

Donny stayed silent, still looking down at the sink. "Donny....I know you want to see her one last time." If Donny had you by his side when it all happened, there would be no hesitation... And even if the only logical explanation was that you were captured and killed, somehow he felt you were still close. "I owe it to her, kid. Hugo and Wicki almost died last night. England lost a good soldier there." His voice was low, but vengeful. You were the closest thing Hugo had to family, and Donny knew that. "We need to get this right. For Y/n.... For everyone. We have to do this, Omar, means we have to die too... We have our orders." Omar’s voice was soft, "Donny?" Donny sighed, "Yeah, kid?" "You love her. I know you don't wanna do this without her." "This is our mission. It always has been." Donny shook his head, trying to block out Omar’s logic. "But-" "Ulmer." Donny took on the tone of a sergeant. It was a warning to Omar.

Omar wasn't scared anymore. Not when they were so close to ending it all. "With all due respect, sarge-" "We have orders, Ulmer. If someone falls behind tonight they...they stay behind." Those orders came directly from the brass, Omar knew that. Orders are orders... "Then fuck the rules." "Ulmer-" "You can't follow orders if you needa follow your heart...Just this once... Donny, you love her. You got a  heart, sarge. That's what sets you apart from those nazis in there." Donny was silent again. "Look. We kill Hitler, and the high command in there, throw the dynamite, then find the others.  There's a chance, Donny..." Donny nodded slowly and sighed. He looked through the doorway then back at Omar. He took off his jacket. "When I kill that guy, you got thirty seconds to kill that guard. Can you do it?" Omar smirked a little, but they were back in busines... And business was a'boomin'. "I have to."

****** Aldo and Smitty were thrown in the back of a truck. "Utivich?" "Is that you lieutenant?" Smitty was audibly afraid. He was supposed to keep watch on the roof of the tavern across the street from the cinema.  He saw the nazis drag Aldo out of the cinema. By the time he turned around, he was cornered and outnumbered himself. "Yeah." "Do you know what happened to Donny? Omar? The woman? Y/n?" Aldo had his theories, but Utivich's voice already sounded  unsteady.   He just said, "No I do not." The truck came to a sudden stop. They heard nazis struggling against someone, and then the sound of a body being flung into the truck. "Boys? Y/n?" Utivich was trying not to cry. He was so certain that they would end the war that night... He was holding out for some hope. As long as the nazis didn't have you or the boys, the basterds still had a slight chance.  "Miss von Hammersmark?" There was a half-second delay. "It's me..." Your voice shattered them. They'd never heard you sound like that. So broken, so lost...so weak.... Aldo had almost lost you once. And that was the closest he ever your heard sound like that. "Y/n? Y/n, they hurt you?!" He started to stand up, but a guard pulled his down. Aldo struggled against him, but got nowhere. "Come on, kid. Speak to me." You coughed a little. You wiped away the blood that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. "He got von Hammersmarck." You were thankful Aldo and Uti couldn’t see you then.  "He what?" You took a breath. "He killed her." The world around you spun, and seemed to burn with the embers of what could have been... Maybe Donny was right. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone... Maybe then, Landa wouldn’t have caught on.  Everything would have gone according to plan... Smitty asked, "You....Y/n, what about you? Wh-why do you sound like that?" "Don't...Don’t worry about me, Smitty." They noticed you were forcing your voice to sound more put together, and a bit louder.  Aldo wanted to know how bad it was, without having to force it out of you. "They put a hood on you and cuff you too?" "No, sir." That answered his question. They didn't even bother to handcuff you because they knew you weren't going to make it very far anyway. After losing your wits, your blood, and Donny, you didn’t realize Aldo was able to deduce that from your answer. "Don't worry about me, Aldo..." "Don't tell me not to wory about my goddamn boys. I'm gon' worry bout em kids till we're gone.” Aldo took a breath... the way it looked, they’d all be gone sooner than he thought. “What the fuck they do to you, soldier? How do you feel?" "He got me Aldo, he got me good. Use-used y-your knife..." You started to shiver, and struggled to keep your eyes open.  Smitty leaned his head against the side of the truck, clenching his jaw, and the knot in his throat.  There was nothing he or Aldo could do...not even hold your hand. Aldo's mind raced with the image of his knife, digging into countless scalps.  That knife, paired with a merciless nazi meant no hope for you. "I'm sorry, Y/n... I shoulda known Operation Kino was too risky..."  Your eyes rested on the roof of the truck. One arm across the wound, drenched in your own blood. The other arm at your side, cold and numb. You shook your head, eyes never abandoning the ceiling. "We're soldiers, sir. We follow orders." You were all silent for some time. Roughly five minutes. But with the hoods, and your impending last breath, Aldo got worried. It was too quiet. "Y/n? How're you holdin' up, kid?" "Cold..." Was all you could manage to mumble... Aldo and Smitty could barely hear you at that point. Smitty's voice was broken as he uttered, "Fuck..." Hopeless, forgotten tears streamed down his hooded face. Aldo struggled against his handcuffs in vain, trying to get to you, and offer you any comfort he could. Operation Kino was a failure, and most, if not all, the basterds would be killed before sunrise. The war would go on. It all would have been for nothing... The truck slowed down and stopped, and the nazis started pulling Aldo and Smitty down. Both of them struggled against the enemy for years... It seemed so cruel for it to end like this. You were most likely going to die cold, alone, and in a pool of your own blood in that truck. Something Aldo and Smitty couldn't abide by... They managed to drag Aldo away, though he looked back one last time, "Y/n?! Listen to me, listen to me, kid! Everything’s gon ' be ok! Ya hear?!” He looked down at the blod, then turned away as his voice lowered in heartbreak, “Y-ya hear..." Even he didn't believe himself... Smitty managed to kneel by your side for a moment, "Y/n? I'm sorry...I'm sorry we have to go..." You nodded, even if he couldn't see. You felt his warm knee at your forearm. Your cold, shaking hands reached out to his shoulder... The blood on your hands soaked his shirt, though you couldn't feel it anymore. "Y/n..." "It's ok, Smitty...We tried." "I c...I can't leave you alone..." You shook your head. "There are worse ways to die, love..." You thought of Omar and Donny. They were probably going to be tortured and then shot against a wall. If they weren't already being tortured... You watched as the nazis dragged Aldo and Smitty away... You tried to get up, you wanted more than anything to fight them and get freedom for your boys, and a fighting chance for Donny and Omar... But you could barely keep your eyes open at that point. A tear streamed down your cheek, thinking perhaps it was all your fault... ******* Aldo eyed the glass of wine in front of him...which he couldn't reach. In no scenario would Donny and Omar survive: They'd either carry out the mission, and die as planned. Or die in the hands of nazis... Aldo looked at a clock, and sighed. You barely had any time left, if you weren't already dead. It wouldn't be long before the nazis zeroed in on Hirschberg. It wouldn't be to hard for them to find Wicki and Hugo, and finish the job. He and Smitty would most likely be killed by Hans Landa himself. Still, Aldo, much like you, couldn't quite read Landa. "But I digress...where were we? Ja. Make a deal." He gestured behind Aldo and Smitty, "Over there is a very capable two-way radio. And sitting behind it is a more than capable radio operator named...Herman..." He looked as if he had uncovered the secrets of the universe, "Get me someone on the other end of that radio to authorize my...let's call terms of my conditional surrender." Aldo was silent. "Get me someone on the other end of that radio I spare Hugo, Wilhelm, Gerold, Smithson, and yourself, and I'll call for someone to save your friend. That traitor....I suppose my ally now, if all goes well.” Utivich turned to look at Aldo. The last thing any soldier would want is to die alone...  Both of them knew that. Utivich looked to Aldo, eyes pleading.

*******

Donny and Omar were covered in drops of blood, but their hands and consciences were clean. Hitler, Bormann, Goerring, and Goebbels were dead. 

The war was over. They threw the dynamite down when they still had time, and ran through the cinema, searching for a sign from you, Aldo, or Bridget. They searched every supply closet, every opera box. "Donny!" Doonny turned around, smiling, holding out for a some hope. Instead, he saw the grave expression on Omar's face. He peered into the room. There, they saw Bridget von Hammersmarck, dead in a corner. On the other side, they saw the glint of your gun on the ground, and the ring Bridget convinced Landa was your engagement ring. It was stained in red. A dark pool of blood streamed through the floor boards, extending in every direction of the room.  Donny knelt by the blood, picked up your gun, and glanced up at Bridget. It wasn’t hers, she didn’t have any wounds or blood on her.  It had to be yours... His eyes widened at that realization. He shakily rose to his feet, and dropped your gun. ”Donny...Look...” Omar pointed at the red smears, like masses of rose petals strewn violently by the wind.  Donny nodded... You’d been dragged out. "They have to be here somewhere." Donny ran out of the room, and started frantically racing around the cinema, his mind blank, his heart racing, sweating from the heat and the fear. "Y/N?! ALDO! Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" But Donny and Omar were out of time. Omar grabbed onto Donny, "DONNY, LET'S GO, THEY'RE NOT HERE." "I HAVE TO FIND THEM." "THEY'RE NOT HERE. THEY DRAGGED HER OUT, THEY WOULDN’T STAY HERE. COME ON!" Donny looked intently at the young private. Omar was right... Omar managed to pull Donny outside. Donny was fuming as they stood outside the cinema. He was deciding whether or not to go back into the cinema. “Someone hurt her, Omar. Someone fucking killed Bridget, and hurt her, and probably Aldo too. What if they’re still in there?!”

Omar shook his head. he was a bit more clear headed than his sergeant at the moment, "They're not here. They must've been taken away. They had to, if they were going to interrogate them." "Why didn't they get us too?!" Omar shook his head, lost for words, and without an answer...."I don't know..." At that moment, Donny entertained the idea that maybe you were killed...maybe they took you out of that room, and didn’t have time to get Bridget out. 

He looked at the cinema. His eyes were bound to the  cinema as they once were to you. His voice was steady, and low. “I should’ve stayed in there...” Omar shook his head, “There’s still a chance-” “What? That they’re torturing her and they’ll kill her before we even figure out where she is? I know...” Omar knew Donny was right this time. Still he said, “I was gonna say alive...” Donny shook his head, “No...not after this.”  His eyes were set on the theater. If he lost you, he’d never feel alive again... They watched the cinema implode, fire burst through the shattering glass and splintering pillars devoured by hellfire. The cinema was destroyed, dragged down to depths of hell, and the nazis’ power went along with it.

Donny fell to his knees... "Where is she...Omar? Where is she?" Donny’s voice trembling with the tears and rage that came with the irony: He won the war but he lost you.  Omar put his hand on Donny’s shoulder...glanced up at the rooftop across the street, searching for an answer... He realized that was where Smitty should have been posted for something like this. He was gone... "Donny...Smitty's gone." Donny turned around, and saw the empty roof. He and Omar looked at each other... If Smitty was gone, then there really was a chance he was with you and Aldo, outside of the theater. Omar held out his hand, and pulled Donny up. They marveled at their work. The vengeful inferno that ended the war by their hands, and avenged millions. "For Y/n..." Donny picked a flower and tossed it into the fire, uncertain what to believe anymore. ********** Aldo and Smitty were put in the back of the same truck they came in. Aldo and Smitty eyed the blood stains on the ground, sloppily and carelessly wiped away, leaving red footprints on the ground. It looked like the inside of a slaughterhouse... It was no wonder the nazis didn't bother to cover your eyes and tie you like them... "I'm not leavin' without my man, Landa. You know the deal."

Landa sighed, "It appears you are correct, Lieutenant Raine." He looked back at the guards and barked out an order in German. Someone, presumably a medic, appeared in a few moment, and helped you up. You were handcuffed. And you were set between Aldo and Smitty. There words seemed distant, you could hardly hold your own, and they knew it. "What about the cinema..." Smitty shook  his head, misunderstanding the brokenness in your eyes. You didn't know about the deal. "No...they did it. Hitler, Goerring, everyone of them is gone. It's over, we won!" Aldo knew the real reason you were like that. "They're gone, kid...I'm sorry." "I should've been there with them." Aldo understood. He nodded slowly, "I'm sorry kid. For everything." You bit the inside of your lip, not wanting to let the nazis see you cry. The war may have been over, but that didn't change who they were to you, "Thats...that's war." War... War was what brought you together. It was what brought the world to its knees. It was what drove you away from your home. War made you a traitor. It made you a basterd. War gave you Donny. It was what taught you what love was. It brought you the basterds, and taught you what family was. War gave Hugo back to you, and showed you what redemption was. And war was what took it all away again. You were ready to die with Donny and Omar in that cinema. But you would never be ready to live without them...  Now all that was left of them was probably their dog tags... A part of you condemned Aldo and Smitty for making your salvation a part of their deal with the devil called Hans Landa. As soon as you crossed back in allied lines in the forest, you were all freed from handcuffs. Aldo and Smitty pulled your arms around their shoulders and kept you standing tall. Aldo eyed the bloody truck once more, then looked to you, “How you doin', kid?" You glanced at Landa, then to Aldo. Your voice was hoarse, and hopeless. "He's gonna get away with it, Aldo..." Aldo sighed, and nodded, " ‘Fraid so..." Aldo said something about you needing to be in the infirmiry with Hugo and Wicki, you weren't listening. The truth was, even thought the war was over, he wasn't done worrying about you. You and Donny were hell-bent on taking down the third reich and dying together. The war may have ended, but without Donny, yours was just beginning.  Now that the basterds were going home, Aldo was afraid for you. Hugo said something about moving to America once... He hoped you'd tag along, then there wouldn't be much to worry about. Hugo would never let a thing happen to you.  Smitty held on to you as Landa and Aldo carried out the deal. Landa held out his tiny blade, "I'm officially surrendering myself over to you, Lieutenant Raine. We're your prisoners." Aldo forced a smile, "How 'bout my knife?" Landa chuckled as he pulled out the machete and handed it over. "Thank you very much, colonel."  Aldo eyed the blade that was used against you. The blood still drying... Aldo took your arm, then said, "Utivich, cuff the colonel's arms behind his back." "Oh is that really necessary?" Aldo's ears burned with your words, 'He's gonna get away with it, Aldo...' He glanced at his knife, safely around his waist, then back at you. You were neither dead, or alive. You were victorious, but heart broken. He couldn't abide by that. Not one damn bit. Aldo smirked a little, and admitted something every basterd knew him to be guilty of: "I'm a slave to appearances." He shot Herman. He gave Landa's knife to Utivich. "Scalp Herman." Landa used Aldo's knife against you, he was using Landa's knife against his man. Utivich smirked as he took the knife, and gently set you down against a tree. "ARE YOU MAD? I MADE A DEAL WITH YOU FOR THAT MAN'S LIFE!" As he and Aldo went back and forth about the deal, you saw something in the distance. For a moment, you thought you were dead. You thought it was the spirits of those you left behind. Donny and Omar. Donny and Omar. Donny and Omar. Their names repeated in your mind. Their voices seemed to get closer and closer... Closer, and closer, and closer... Your eyes widened..."Donny and Omar?!" Smitty thought you'd snapped. He glanced up, expecting to see nothing. Instead, he saw everything his heart could ever desire. His two brothers running out of the woods, towards them, just as Aldo declared this final marking his masterpiece. His eyes followed Utivich's and he saw it too. Donny ran past them, directly to you. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you. He was covered in soot, and smelled like ash and victory, covered in the blood of his enemy. You were covered in your own blood. He held you gently, his hand resting at the side of your face. "Are you ok? Tell me you're ok, Y/n. Tell me you're fine." His voice was desparate. A man faced with glory and fire. Love and death. You and oblivion, only hours before. You touched his hand and nodded, "I'm ok..." He took a breath, seemingly for the first time in a long time and he smiled. "Hugo woulda killed me if you weren't..." You giggled as much as your wound would allow, and he kissed you again... You whispered, “I’m sorry...I’m sorry, Donny, I-” He shook his head, “Sh, it’s ok, doll! Everything’s ok! Just...save your breath, I need you to get better, ok doll? I need you around.” He smiled as he looked at you, and you smiled back. You just couldn’t believe it. Seething through his pain, Landa taunted "Oh, private L/n and sergeant Donowitz, so it's true! How sweet...a traitor and the Bear Jew." Donny saw you clenching your side. He glanced at the smirk in Landa's eyes. He knew who hurt you. Landa went on, "Nantucket Island isn't too far from Boston, is it sergeant?" Donny shook his head. His voice was low. For a moment, you realized that if Landa went free, he'd only be a few miles form you and Donny... Donny knew that too. "No. No it isn't, colonel." He raised his gun, aimed it at Landa and smirked, "But hell is." 

One last bullet.

Then, the war really was over, for all of you. The general was definitely going to chew everyone out for it, but that was ok. It was more than ok. Donny laughed a little as he remarked, "Told you he'd recognize you, doll." Covered in ash, a steady heart, and loving eyes, Donny looked back at you. After that night, after everything you'd ever been through together, you were everything to him. The war may be over, the basterds may be splitting up, but he couldn't imagine his life without you, and you knew that. He slipped his hand around yours, just like he did in the theater. He was willing to die with you hours before. Now he was willing to live for you, and spend the rest of his life with you. Your eyes wandered east. The Germany you once knew was gone. There was nothing to go back to. You and Hugo knew that.  He made you swear once, that you were truly happy with Donny, and that you loved him. When you admitted it, Hugo smiled and said he'd move to America, only if you promised to visit him. You agreed. And so your eyes wandered west, beyond France, beyond the Atlatntic, was America. And on the coast was a place named Boston. A place you never knew. A place you'd never seen, not even in pictures. Only stories. What's more, they were Donny's stories. That was where your home was. Donny looked west, beyond the horizon, toward his home. He looked back at his life, at you. It all would have been nothing without you. He thought about the night before for a moment... "Lei è la sua fidanzata."

He didn't have a ring on him, but he had his heart. And his dog tag...

"Y/n... will you-" It was then that another truck passed by....recklessly... honking like there was no tomorrow. Hirschberg was driving, of course. Wicki and Hugo trying to get him to drive without getting them killed. Aldo turned around, "KILL THE ENGINE." "What?!" "KILL THE ENGINE." Hugo swiped the keys from Hirschberg, the engine shut off, and the three arrivals peered out the windows. Aldo shushed them, "KEEP YOUR FUCKEN MOUTHS SHUT!" He stood with Omar and Smitty as Hirschebrg, Wicki and Hugo wandered to them, watching. You and Donny laughed a little as he collected himself. He cleared his throat, and tried again, "Y/n..." He held out his dog tag. "Will you marry me?" You smiled, "Yes!." He kissed you, and held on to you, the only reason he was still alive. He put his dog tag around your neck, as the basterds cheered and joked with both of you. One last time. For the first time in a long time, everything was fine. You, Hugo, and Wicki may have been knocking on death's door hours earlier, but there was no answer. And that was fine. For the first time in years, you and Hugo had a place to call home, and a family. For the first tim in years, there was peace. And for the first time in his life, Donny was satisfied. He paid off his debt to Aldo the Apache. He avenged every name on his bat. He killed Hitler. He ended the war. He looked at you...his “fidanzata” and smiled. Now that there was a world worth living in, Donny had the girl he loved to share it all with.

[killerqueenishere]

You Saved Me | Billy Hargrove | Part 1

Part 2

Description: You and Billy don't like each other that much and one night you are at party with Nancy but she leaves with Johnatan and you get in one incident and Billy saves you.

Warning: swearing and I wrote half of this at 3 am

A/n: I will maybe do a part 2, tell me what you think in comments (P.S I am not so proud of this one)

Enjoy

I walked down the halls of Hawkings High school with Nancy by my side, we know each other since we were little, she is like sister to me.

"Nancy, Johnatan is coming" I whispered to her with smile, since Nancy broke up with Steve she started having a thing for Johnatan. "See you at lunch" and with that I turned around and head of to my next class.

Day was so boring, I didn't had any class with Nancy so I was left alone in every class that day and on top of it you shared most of your classes with Billy Hargrove, you two never liked each other, I mean sure you find him hot and all but he showed you that he doesn't like you by trowing comments your way.

Openimg your locker you put away your books. "Hey!" Nency said while literally runing to you "So what happend with Johnatan?" She had all her classes with him today "Good, we talked a little and we were sitting together the whole day" blush appered on her cheeks. We walked in cafeteria. Your eyes chought Billy's, rolling yiur eyes you turned to look at Nancy. "Well, well, well what my eyes are seeing" Billy said towards me "Oh fuck off Hargrove".

Nancy got closer to me "Why you two always need to act like that" she said bitting on her apple "Well he clearly showed to me that he hates me" and it hurt your ego to know that guy who every girl wanted and that guy who was with half of Hawkings High didn't find you beautiful just a little.

After school Nancy let me know that she is going with Johnatan, so now you were walking through parking lot "What? Your little friend decided that you are not a good company anymore?" Billy smirked next to his blue Camaro "What? Every girl dumped you so you do not have better things to do than standing there?" I answered "Well you know that I can have any girl that I want" he winked at me, rolling you eyes you said "Well not every girl" I turned around and started walking away.

Friday arrived quickly, Nancy and you decided to go to her house to get ready for party that is down town. You weren't a big fan of parties, you usually don't go to parties, unless Nancy makes you go with her.

"Hello Mrs. Wheeler" she smiled at you while giving you a warm hug. Mike and his friends said little hi's while you were passing next to them. You walked upstairs to Nancy's room. "I asked Johnatan to come to party, he never gets out so I through that he should start a little" she said while turning to look in her closet to decide what to wear "I can totally understand him, why people like parties anyway? There is too many drunk jerks and girls who act like sluts towards popular boys" you said rolling eyes and leying on her bed "Oh don't be so dramatic! You will like it, just don't pay attention on them" she said.

We got dressed and ready to go.

We were now in garden of a big house, the loud rock music could be heard and you feelt nervous, you didn't liked big crowds.

As soon as you stepped inside your nose was filled strong smell of alcohol, there was already half drunk teenage boys and girls. You walked with Nancy in kitchen to take drink, she took something red from dowl and you just got coke. In livingroom was Billy and Steve they were glaring at each other, clearly fighting like usuall, rolling your eyes at them "and you dated him" you commented "Oh shut up, It's not like you don't find Billy hot and don't like him a little" your eyes widened at her "I do not like him!" Well the truth is you liked him no matter how big of an ass he was you still felt attracted to him "Sure"

While dancing with Nancy you saw Johnatan comining your way "Nancy" you said while showing her with you eyes to look behind her. After couple minutes Nancy walked towards you "You wouldn't mind me leaving you?" She looked at you "Of couse not, just go!" You pusshed her towards door.

The whole night someone was lookimg after you, Billy wanted to make sure that you are okey this whole night, he didn't usually saw you at parties so he figured out that you are not a fan of them.

Walking outside you regreted not wearing jacked while cold night air hit you.

You noticed half two half drunk guys walking in the same direction as you "Hey beautiful, wanna take ride on me tonight" he said while his friend laughed "Fuck off" you said while starting to walk faster. Then a strong hand stoped you, his friend spun you around while pinning your hands on back stopping you from going away, the other put his hand on your cheek cheek and you turned your head trying to shake his hand off "Oh baby be still, you will love what comes next" fear creaped in your body by his words, you opend your mouth to scream for help but he put his hand on your mouth deafening scream, he started moving one of his hands down your body while his friend was ready to kiss your neck, but before he could even lay hid lips on your neck loud "Hey!" Stopped them.

They immediately let go of you and rushed away from them, looking to see who stopped them and your eyes were meet with anngry Billy.

He started walking towards you stopping protectivly in front of you "Keep your filthy hands to yourselves" he said "And why would I do that? She is quiet beautiful and I just wanted to have fun with my friend here" the one of them said "Don't talk about her! You do not have right to talk about her or to do anything to her!" You flinced a little from Billy's loud, rough voice "And who are you to tell me that?" He moved closer to Billy and you.

You grabbed Billy's hand, holding it tight "I am telling you one last time go way or I will make you" he said in low voice "Than make me" and in that momemt Billy's hand let go of your and got in conntact with guys face, he falled down, with bloody nose, he got up and turned to look at his friend before running away.

Billy turned to look at you"Are you okey?" He asked looking down at me, You shook your head while hugging him tight before you started crying while saying little "Thank you" to him. He held you for a while, calming you down and huging you tight, yet delicate.

You let go of him "I'm sorry" you said looking down "You don't have for what to be sorry, doe" he cupped your face so soft and gentle and making you look up at him, his eyes where different, he never looked at anyone like that before, he never looked at you like that. He was anngry at those guys and worried.

"Let me drive you home" he said while taking your hand and walking you towards Camaro. The ride was quiet, he didn't want to pussh you to talk. He pulled in front of our house. Looking at him you asked "Why did you do that?" He frowed his eyebrows looking at you "Did what?" He asked confused "Stoped them from doing anything and saving me" you moved your gaze to look down at his hands "You don't like me" you added returned gaze to look at him "That is not true, I find you very intimidating and beautiful and I saved you because I couldn't let them do that to you" he said while moving his hand to my cheek, you heart skipped a beat but you teied to ignore it "Thank you again Billy" you half smiled at him "Anytime" he started leaning towards yoi and in one moment you through that he is going to kiss you but instead his lips meet your forehead leaving delicate kiss, he slowly pulled away "Good night Y/n"

"Good night Billy" with that you got out of car and walked towards your front door, you turned to looking one last time at him before getting inside.

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

[benyavin]

Tagged by @megsann13 !!! 😳🥰😘

♡ name: Emily (for now) (*ominous music*)

♡ nickname: I have so many lol, em, emi, lei, evil, hey you, Bootsie, ....

♡ zodiac sign: libra

♡ height: 5’1.75”

♡ nationality: USA

♡ languages spoken: English (but I’ve learned a lil bit of Hebrew too now)

♡ what time is it? 12:07pm

♡ celebrity crush: I don’t really have one but I guess I’ll say Dustin Bates

♡ favorite fictional character: my son Ben Solo

♡ favorite musician: also Dustin Bates uwu

♡ favorite sports team: I hate sports. They will get no favorites from me

♡ favorite season: I guess it’s probably fall? I don’t really love seasons so much as I like September and March

♡ favorite flower: probably pink lilies

♡ favorite scent: hot fresh bread just sliced open straight out of the oven

♡ favorite color: super pale baby blue

♡ favorite animal: probably cats but also this one specific dog named Vladimir Putin (or, affectionately, Pooty)

♡ favorite food: idk. Probably bread or something. I hate the concept of food and eating, it’s so exhausting

♡ dream car: one that drives and doesn’t break and isnt hideously ugly and also has a working CD player/aux input. THATS ALL IM ASKING OKAY GUYS WHY IS THIS SO HARD

♡ dream trip: I’m not really a travel person but I’d like to visit a mountain, maybe camp up there and lay back looking at the stars. You can’t really see them much where I live. Also I’d like to go to a beach at night. The angst vibes would be so powerful

♡ instruments: I’m not really good at any but I can play guitar a little and pick around on a piano some

♡ coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Usually tea! Jasmine is my fav 🤍

♡ cat or dog person? Cat mostly.

♡ following: 164

♡ followers: 126

♡ other blogs: don’t rlly wanna share that here, the point of other blogs is to have space to talk abt things I don’t necessarily want ppl on my main to see

♡ blog established: August 2014

♡ do you have a tumblr crush? Like romantically? No I’m still stuck on the same crush I’ve had for ages, I’ve never gotten over anything in my life and I never will

♡ do you get asks? Occasionally! Usually a sweet friend sending me an ask game 💕

♡ what is your lucky number? I guess 9?

♡ what are you wearing rn? A satiny purple button up shirt, a flowy black skirt, a gray and white hoodie tied around my waist, dark blue leggings, a watch, two bracelets, a silver necklace, and black combat boots

♡ drink of choice: Coca Cola

♡ number of blankets you sleep with: it used to be like 5 but now I’m trying just one or two ones that hold in heat better

♡ average # of sleep hours: well before all this covid-19 nonsense disrupted my routine, probably somewhere between 4-6. Now I think it maybe closer to 6-7

♡ random fact: the only bone I have ever broken was my left pinkie, which was only a slight fracture treated without professional medical care

Tagging @itspileofgoodthings @wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey @batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey and @withinaluciddream see I’m working on this tagging people thing

[tartagliaxx]

hi lei!! how are you? i kinda wanna know if you were in genshin what type of vision would you receive and why?

also i see you've been playing the hangout events !! :D i've only gotten through noelle and chongyun's so far and their so cute,,,,it honestly makes me feel worse. i know this isn't an otome game and should be trying for all the endings but some legit make me feel bad T_T mhy seriously excepts me to tell noelle that she needs more strength or to feed chongyun spicy food when he trusted us? i still did though because i need the exp fhwkdjwo

i'm pretty sure there are gonna be more hangout events cause they referred to it as the first one which means theres gonna be more later 👁👁 i hope kaeya is gonna be included in the next one hes my fave!! hes also a CRIMINAL,,,,lei he stole my heart and just gets to walk the streets free of his crimes!!! T_T its especially sickening cause he should be putting people like him behind bars!!! i was missing him for a while now but i'm glad we got to see him in the windbloom festival!! i wonder who he's writing his poem too tho :0 i was thinking maybe its a platonic one for maybe jean or even diluc which would take a sad turn T_T

anyways i've rambled to you enough remember to drink some water and eat something!! ^_^ - 🍰

heyyy babe!! im doing fine, thanks for asking! i just woke up like a few minutes ago and it’s already 12nn. i took some tests before and got dendro and cryo. personally, i believe cryo fits me more bc im pretty reserved irl. like yknow how winters are usually silent and intimidating? thats how im often described at school but also, im pretty comforting when you get past the coldness in the beginning (i promise im not a bad person. im just inteoverted w a rbf)

and yes! i’ve been doing the hangouts. i see we chose the same first two! i got all 6 endings for noelle and 2 for chongyun yesterday. i totally understand the sentiment like i would never make some of the choices i had to make to get the endings. ngl the strength thing is lowkey funny cause it makes the traveler sound like a macho, power enthusiast gym body w kiloliters worth of protein shake. (i also see we are both exp deprived people)

seeing as the hangout events are a hit, im pretty sure they’ll add more. when the time comes, i hope they’ll add some for 5* too. im still waiting for that date w childe. anw, yes! 😤 kaeya deserves to go to jail. he stole from you? well, he also committed arson. what was he thinking setting our hearts on fire like that?! ugh how sickening. i almost fainted when he appeared in the quest. the charisma? the looks? the voice? on freaking point. ngl i think he just joined the poem writing thing to mess w venti. i dont think he needs any help in that area at all. i mean he flirts for a living. being a captain is just a side job. its nice to think that its for diluc tho. like,, a poem that expresses untold feelings of regret and brotherhood. his poem unspoken against the man who has closed his ears.

enough about that.. thanks for dropping by! how are you? i’ll grab some lunch after this. remember to drink and eat on time too! 💕

[jeawrites]

A Nolga Fic Cause ur a Nerd

David stared at his mother, shifting in his spot, throat dry as she explained to him the situation. “Yer dad and I found a better job out there… We know this’ll be hard on ye, but ye’ll make new friends, and we’ll buy ye a new phone once we get there so you can keep in touch with everyone here,” she promised. He looked to the floor for a moment, before giving a small nod. “Alright,” he agreed, his voice quiet and dragged out. “I… I’m sure this is for the better,” he added, smiling forcedly before adding, “When do we leave?” 

His mother was happy beyond belief, hugging him tightly. “Thank ye so much for understanding, Honey. We won’t be leavin’ until the last day of yer school year. Jus’ t’ give ye a chance t’ say goodbye to everyone.”

–

He probably should have taken the hint and told his friends he was leaving earlier than the day before school was out for the year. 

He sat at the lunch table, shifting in his seat in a way that made it look like he just couldn’t get comfortable. He could hardly pay attention to the sly comment Ryan made, or the response he got back from Scotty. 

He felt a hand tap him on the back and he glanced to the side, where Brian smiled at him softly. “Ye good, man?” he mumbled, glancing to their friends, who were off in a conversation of their own, before back at him with curiosity. “I dunno,” David answered, shrinking in his spot. “I…” He swallowed, before feeling a punch on his arm. He turned, while rubbing the spot, to face Tyler. He grinned at him, raising a brow. “You both talking without us? Dare I say… Gossiping?” Marcel faked a gasp and made the other laugh. 

David tried to smile but it wouldn’t form. That’s what got Brock’s attention.

Dear, loveable, and always paying attention to detail Brock. “Are you okay?” he asked. 

And, he was sure Brock was expecting a simple yes or no, not David getting teary eyed or choked up as he shook his head. Not David sobbing into his hands as he friends grew concerned and tried to comfort him. Not him excusing himself and hurrying to the hallway, and definitely not finding him in the library at the end of the day, tear stained and stressed looking, his face resting on a table.

The library stayed open an hour after school got out, so the group all pulled up a chair and sat down with David.

“Talk to us buddy,” Evan stated, nudging his shoulder gently as a sign of affection and comfort but it just hurt David more. He sat up, a sniffling mess as he wiped his eyes. “I’m… I’m move tomorrow,” he mumbled.

“You’re moving?” Tyler repeated, his face twisted in an emotion he couldn’t quite place, but he knew he didn’t like. He nodded reluctantly, and the taller glared. “What the fuck do you mean? Sense when?” he sounded surprised, angry, definitely, but confused too. “Well, I mean I won’t be here for sophomore year, or anythin’ after,” he answered, messing with his hands. “My mum and I talked and she said it’s better for the family if we move,” he trailed off. “Well when is the move?” Brian asked, chiming in hesitantly.

Oh god this was hurting. 

“Tomorrow,” he answered hesitantly, gripping his hands together as the group started to immediately freak out, only quietting down as a librarian shushed them. “How long have ye known?” Brian asked, looking at him intently. “A few months? I forgot about it t’ be fair, I didn’t think it was real,” he rubbed the back of his head, could feel a few glares, but the group kept their cool. “Did you get a sat in it?” Brock took his turn, speaking slow, looking for answers. David didn’t face him, only giving a little nod. “Did you argue to stay? I mean, you… you do wanna stay, right?” Brock asked, voice shaking some. 

He stayed silent, before sighing. “No. I don’t,” he answered. And, it hurt to lie more than anything. To tell them no, but it made things easier in some way, it made him feel better. At least they were getting rid of someone who didn’t want to be there. 

He glanced around finally, finding multiple reactions of disbelief, but mostly hurt and some anger. “Why?” Brock asked, voice dry. David knew he wanted to somehow help change his mind, but there was nothing to change in a lie. “It’s personal,” he mumbled. “So?” Marcel spoke up, glaring at him through teary eyes, “We’re your friends, we won’t judge you, David.”

He supposed there was a fairness to that, after all he knew they’d never make fun of something serious happening with someone within the group. And, if they did someone would probably confront them or punch them. So, for him to tell them it was personal and for them to accept that and not push it was almost laughable. He went to tell them he wasn’t comfortable saying, something to deepen the excise, but Tyler was already talking before he could. “What does it matter? He doesn’t wanna fucking tell us. Why should we fucking care? He probably didn’t want us to know he was moving in the first place,” he stated, looking at him with a bitter look. And, all David could do was nod. Why deny it? It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about not telling them. 

That must’ve been the trigger to launch an already loaded bullet because the group reacted, hit him where it hurt, and then they left. Brock and Anthony a little hesitant to leave, still wanting to hear out the situation, but they were both hurt too. 

He left the school by himself. 

The next day he was able to get a few memories of his friends that stained his mind with guilt. He remembered Brock crying when he passed him in the hall, and the look he got from Brian as he comforted him. He remembered Evan not even bothering to look at him as Jonathan glared at him with tears in his eyes, though there wasn’t anger, only an aching sadness. Scotty and Marcel his stuff and vandalized his locker, Luke glared when he saw him too, but Ryan wrote him a little farewell note, Anthony tried to give him some form of a goodbye but it never quite got there, and Tyler yelled at him as soon as he spotted him leaving the school. 

He could remember the words; ‘You have one more chance, David! Turn the fuck around or we’ll never forgive you!’ ‘I swear to fuck, we’re gonna fucking kick your ass next time we see you if you get in that care!’ ‘I fucking hate you!’

He was always so great with words when he was upset. He could hear his voice cracking and some others trying to calm him down. He got to the car, and finally looked back to his friends. Tyler was being comforted by Brock, who looked to be crying with him. Evan was still refusing to look, Jon was hugging him along with Brian. Luke and Ryan were helping with that as well. Anthony watched him, and David swore he was getting hopefile, but he snapped from his thoughts as his mom told him it was time to go. He climbed into the car and they drove off.

All he did was move a few hours away, he was in the same state. 

In hindsight, David was a bit dramatic about it all. He had no reason to lie, but he did, and he mostly blamed it on his stupid Freshman brain. Being young, dumb, and unprepared to leave his friends. 

  But, it was two years ago. It shouldn’t bother him, he should be over it. He was happy where he was, new friends, a girlfriend, a steady life and a nice part-time job. He even was living a healthy life, he had grown since Freshman year, he was taller, he was cleaner, more stylish. Life was good.

  The idea of visiting his old town shouldn’t be bothering him so much. But, it was. 

  His girlfriend just wanted to go to a part in the town, it was supposed to be so much fun, and this and that. But, he just couldn’t see any good in the idea.

  “C’mon Davey,” she begged, giving him puppy eyes, “It’ll be so much fun, please!” she tugged on his arm gently, and he looked down at her, frowning softly. “I’m not sure, Ley… I don’t do well at parties, ye know that,” he sighed. She frowned and glanced off. “I know… But, I’ll be there with you- and Lui’s going so you’ll have him there! Plus, I promise to keep you company all night long!” She smiled brightly and David felt his heart melt a bit. “Alright, alright, but yer drivin’ out there,” he agreed before leaning down and giving her a little kiss on the head as she cheered softly. “You won’t regret it,” she promised. “Mhm, sure,” he teased.

  He really did hope he wouldn’t regret it, though.

  Hoped was the key word in all of this. But, from the moment they showed up to the party, the night went south. First things first, Ley had vanished nearly immediately. There goes that promise. And, he was fine with it. Maybe she was getting drinks, chatting with friends, something or another she got distracted with. It was in her nature after all and its one of the reasons David loved her. But, secondly, he spotted familiar faces. Nothing major at first, but then he noticed a familiar brunette chatting with a familiar canadian and his hear sank. Evan and Brock being here was a surprise, if only because the two weren’t the partying type. But, he supposed they wouldn’t recognize him, he was different from when he was younger. So, he hoped with that and the size of the party they wouldn’t be interacting much.

  Then David began the hunt for Ley, mostly just to make sure she was okay. Though, looking around the house for a bit got boring and he opted to texting Ley instead, as he walked to the kitchen to grab a drink. She responded that she was fine and would find him in a bit.

  Well, she didn’t have to because he found her after all. Sitting on the counter with some dude between her legs kissing up her neck. “Ley?” he asked, loud enough to be heard over the music, and watched as her eyes opened in surprise and she pushed the guy back so she could hop off the counter quickly. “David!” she exclaimed, “Oh no- Davey, it’s not what-” He held his hand up to stop her and she looked down. “Ye just needed me t’ come out here as an excuse, didn’t ye?” he asked. He wasn’t stupid, he knew her parents liked him, trusted him. He knew she used that to her advantage sometimes. 

  He watched her reluctantly nod and then grab the guys hand. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “No… No. It’s fine, I get it. We all have our reasons to do stupid things,” he looekd at her. It hurt, it did. He was definitely a little pissed, but he knew how dumb people can get over stupid things. As long as she was happy, David could find it in him to support it. “Go ahead and do what ye want, I won’t tell yer folks,” he smiled sadly and she gave him a giddy look before pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you sososo much! I owe you, David,” she kissed his cheek before grabbing her boyfriend’s hand again and walking. “Thanks, man,” he heard the guy say as they walked off. 

  After grabbing a drink, he found a spot on the wall outside of the kitchen. He opted to texting Lui instead, Ley did say he was going to be here after all and the two were closer friends than him and Ley could have dreamt of being. They just clicked.

  He learned through a text back Lui had found some friends and went to grab some more drinks for the party, even sending a picture to show he was fine and okay. Which, David was happy for. He told him to have fun, and sipped his drink as they continued to text.

  He snickered softly as Lui sent another picture, him making a silly face with one of his friends and David was going to send one back, but he noticed someone stop in front of him, so he looked in confusion at the person.

  A person he recognized but couldn’t put a name to face. They had peach fuzz growing and they were tall. They seemed to recognize him too because they stopped and just stared for a moment before they spoke, slow, drawn out, almost hesitant. “David?” He shrunk a bit, hearing his name wasn’t a good sign. And, as he met blue eyes he regretted it more as his mouth became dry. “Tyler?” he answered, more questioned but it was taken as an answer. The American took his chance nearly immediately and he gripped him by the shirt. “So this is your party,” David breathed, and he grabbed Tyler’s wrist, swallowing thickly. “You’ve really redone the place sense-” “Save it fucker!” he spat, and pushed him towards the wall. 

  He hit his head, and the pain sort of helped him escape for a moment, something else to focus on then Tyler yelling at him. Which, he could see he was doing. He could see him just as angery as the day he left, which was bringing memories back with a vengence, seeking murder. That, mixed the bad mood he was put in after finding his girlfriend cheating on him, strained his emotions into a thin line that was threatening to snap. He could feel his throat tightening, his breathing becoming uneven and the walls were spinning as he grew dizzy. Was it just hot in here? Was everything this loud? When did Tyler become more of himself? He began to shake, he was in a lot of trouble, too much trouble, he fucked up, he shouldn’t have come back, he knew it, he knew it, now, Tyler was going to kill him! 

  He felt his shirt get released and someone new joined the party, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. A softer tone hitting him and another scolding Tyler.

  The minute he was outside, the quiet hit him. How empty and calm it was compared to inside. People were missing out, it was a nice night. “Deep breaths, okay? In and out,” a voice soothed. He couldn’t quite place a voice. When did his eyes shut? When did his face get wet? 

  The more he calmed down, the more reality crashed down. He couldn’t do much to stop sobs from leaving him, or to stop the shaking, but he was calming down.

  The minute he felt he could, he breathed in steadily, and opened his eyes, blinking a few tears away so he could focus on the face in front of him. Which, made his breath catch in his throat as he saw it was Brock.

  He stood there with worry in his eyes, but something else too that Daivd couldn’t bother to place. “Brock,” he choked out, wanting to apologize for so much, but also ask him to just leave. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling it hit a wall. “Hey, buddy, come on, look at me,” he soothed softly, and David forced his eyes to open back up and peer at him. “Weren’t expecting you back,” he admitted softly, bringing a hand up to wipe his face of tears. He was always so caring, and David missed that so much. “Just punch me and get it outta the way,” he mumbled, gaining a frown. “Oh no, I’m not going to hit you,” he seemed confused, and then glanced over to the side, David joining to spot Tyler standing off, arms crossed and not looking at them. “Tyler isn’t either, despite, well, him trying to a bit ago.”

  David looked at him, before he sighed and nodded. “Okay, well, ye can let me go. If I’m not wanted, I won’t stay. I didn’t even know whose party this was,” he rubbed his face and exhaled heavily. “Dumbass,” Tyler grumbled, earning a glare from Back, before his eyes were back on David. “You can stay as long as you want. The guys would be thrilled to see you again!” he beamed. 

  That had to be a lie. On the way he left things? 

  “David,” Brock tapped him gently. “We’ve all missed you more than you would probably know,” he promised. David swallowed, and then the door opened. “Yo, Brock! You out here!” He knew that voice. It was Marcel. 

  Speaking of guys. 

  Brock gave David a reassuring look before responding. “Yeah! And, can you come here?” he called. 

  Without hesitation, Marcel stepped out and looked around before Spotting Brock, nearly immediately noticing David, and nearly immediately going from happy to down right surprised. “No fucking way,” he breathed, and walked over. “David?” he mumbled, reaching out, before laughing. “Man! I never thought I’d see you again,” he added, grabbing his shoulder after Brock moved away, pulling him into a friendly hug and David wanted to cry again. He returned the hug, holding him tight. 

  “Oh man,” Marcel chuckled, pulling back some as David loosened his hold, grinning up at him. “What’re you doing in town?” he asked. Tyler looked betrayed as Marcel talked to David, but who could blame him. 

  David felt almost natural with reply, though he knew he shouldn’t have been. His voice still shook, he still felt near tears, but he smiled a small bit. “Was here with my girlfriend for the party,” he answered, gaining curious eyes and he knew what was coming so he added, “Found her cheating on me and was gonna leave. Tyler caught me before I could.” Marcel’s face dropped, and that caught Brock and Tyler’s attention to. “You were cheated on?” Tyler asked, a skeptical tone in his voice and he glared. “Jesus fuck, I was just going to kick your ass a bit, but that sounds worse,” he rubbed the back of his neck before sighing. “Sorry, dude. Cheating sucks, I should know. I was cheated on last year,” he rolled his eyes. 

  It felt weird, talking to them again. It felt weird having them suddenly on his side, talking to him. Tyler had such a change in tone and so quickly. It was unreal. Brock had texted the others. Evan, Ryan, all of them had come outside and were catching up with him, threatening to hunt the girl down for confrontation as they were caught up to speed but mostly denied. 

  He wasn’t uncomfortable, but confused, lost to the situation and just as to why they were being so nice. Hell, Brian was clinging to his side, arm around his waist as he laughed and told a story.

  “I thought ye’d all be mad,” he mumbled, suddenly and it caught their attention. “Mad? David, we’re ecstatic to see ye!” Brian stated, smiling at him. “But I left ye all, and not even n a good way… I figured ye’d still be mad,” he pointed out. Evan moved forward, punched him on the shoulder gently and shrugged. “We missed our dumbass,” he teased. “And… we’ve all sorta regretted leaving things how we did. Except Ryan, of course.” 

  Ryan chuckled. “Being mean gets you nowhere,” he stated with a shrug to follow. 

  David felt tears form again and he started laughing, a few slipping. “Fuck me, I’ve missed ye all too!” he brought a hand up to wipe his eyes but more tears formed. The group all exchanged words of support and such until they heard a surprised voice by the door. “David?” 

  David looked over, a fond smile spreading across his face as he watched Lui run over, quickly ranking him down and looking at his teary face. “Who made you cry?” he demanded, pout forming on his lips. “Do I gotta beat someone up?” David laughed, shaking his head. “No, no. Calm down you fiery midget,” he teased, gaining a small laugh in response. “Who’s your friend, David?” Brock asked, looking to Lui with a smile. Lui worked on wiping away David’s tears and David answered sweetly. “This is, Lui. My favorite dumbass,” he chuckled as the felt Lui pinch his cheek and then let go so David could stand up straight. “I’m not a dumbass, if anything I’m smarter than this fucker?” he pointed out. 

  Laughter rang and Lui clicked.

  They all did.

  The night began to die down and Lui was caught up to speed about most of the situation, even the story on what happened between David and the group.

  Lui gave Ley an earful as soon as he spotted her leaving the party. 

  David exchanged numbers with his group and Lui offered him a ride home, which he accepted of course.

  They took off, and the ride was mostly quiet until Lui began to speak. “Hey… David? Can I ask you a question?” he looked at him before back to the road, gripping the wheel lightly and sucking on his lip. “Yeah, ‘course Lui,” he answered, looking at him with a tired smile. 

  “I uhm… Look, once you feel better about the way you and Ley left things, I’m wondering… I mean, I was hoping you’d wanna go out with,” he swallowed, “Me?” 

  David stared at him, watching Lui shrink under his gaze and then he chuckled, loose and full of a fond feeling. “I’d love too,” he answered. “Y’know, I knew things with Ley weren’t workin’,” he mumbled, leaning over to lean onto Lui some. “She became distant, started leaving me to talk on the phone, would tell her parents she was out with me when she wasn’t,” he sighed softly, “But… Y’know, I think she’s gonna be happier now that I know. She’s a nice girl.” He shook his head and then moved a bit so he could kiss Lui’s cheek. “How about next weekend?” he offered, “We can go out then, and ye can show me if yer really worthy of me.” It was a tease, and he was happy to get a laugh from Lui. 

  “Next weekend then.”

  “I’ll be waitin’.”

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HAppy BDAY JEA, ILY So much and I hope its a good one!!

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Waimea pt. 5

Title: Waimea Pt.5

Characters: Reader x Dean, John, Cas, Sam, Meg, Jo, Gadreel.

Summary:  The North Shore of Oahu was where you found him, Waimea and the Winchesters offering you a new kind of home.

Warnings: Fluff, beach vibes, pregnant!reader. Kinda John centric? (idk if that’s a warning but there it is)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This series has definitely gotten away from me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Picks up where part 4 left off. This whole AU is for my baby @sebbytrash. Thank you @mrswhozeewhatsis for the beta. Thank you for reading, and if you like it please let me know :) Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

John’s welcome was warm and nothing but love and happiness radiated between the two of you as he held you in his arms. When he finally pulled away, you had tears on your cheeks, and the other three men chuckled as you wiped them away with a roll of your eyes. “It’s not nice to make pregnant women cry, John,” you scolded with a smile.

“Well, I ain’t all nice,” he grumbled. Ducking his head and cupping your chin to make sure your tears were all gone. John hummed when you gleamed up at him. “There’s that smile!” He hooked his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling Dean into his other side to do the same. “Let’s go home.”

Your hand remained in Dean’s the entire way home, and the guys unloaded your bags and helped you into the house before the three of them jumped back into John’s truck and left you and Dean to get settled.

When they’d gone, Dean pulled you into his arms and asked, “You wanna take a nap? Get a little rest?”

You sighed and relaxed into his hold. “I’m tired, but not sleepy.” The few boxes of stuff you’d sent over were piled in the corner of the cozy living room, and you pulled yourself from his arms to examine them.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Dean scolded with a smile. “No unpacking. Just relaxing… I’m not supposed to say anything, but everyone’s got a special welcome home dinner planned later, so we’ve got, eh, a little over three hours to kill, and I’ll be damned if you’re gonna spend any of it unpacking.”

“A welcome home dinner?”

The look of pure joy and delight on your face had Dean stifling a chuckle. “All for you...so no unpacking. What else do you wanna do?”

A grin curled your lips as you tugged him closer by the hem of his shirt. “Well…,” you drawled, “there are a couple of things I can think of to kill some time.” Your hands crawled up his chest, one stopping at his broad shoulder, the other pushing into his hair.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, letting you pull him in to lay a teasing kiss to his lips. “What kind of things?”

Dean’s arms wrapped around you, resting on your ass, squeezing just light enough to have you pushing yourself against him. “You know… things....” You smirked, licking at his smiling lips.

The kiss Dean pressed to your lips instantly made you dizzy and drunk, his low purr making you break from his lips to literally swoon out loud. He laughed and trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and over your chest before nosing into your hair and just holding you.

“C’mon,” he urged after a moment of being still.

Dean took your hand and led you out to the front porch, across the street and down the beach right to the water’s edge. He stopped and plopped his ass in the sand, watching as you dropped his hand and walked until the water lapped at your toes.

The ocean tickled your feet, the glittering surface dazzling you all over again. It was where this life had started, and you pressed an earnest kiss to your fingertips before bending over with the deepest love and appreciation in your heart to let the gentle waves take the gratitude from your skin.

Dean watched in awe. He’d only ever seen such grace and humbleness in his father’s relationship with the ocean. These waters were John’s saving grace, and he’d never thought on it long enough to even consider that they were yours, too.

The two of you sat together on the beach, breathing in the salt air with Dean’s lips in your hair and hands linked with yours atop your belly. It was all so surreal. You couldn't believe you were here… couldn’t believe how much this paradise just fit.

When the sun finally started to sink, you retreated to the house, showering and getting ready for the night to come.

You and Dean drove in the Impala, much to his delight after being parted from her for so long. Her purr and Dean’s warm hand placed on your thigh kept you safe and relaxed as you drove through the moody island twilight. The restaurant was nestled down a lonely strip of road guarded against busy tourists by tall palms and shrubs that Dean told you were actually pineapple bushes. Twinkling lights dangling from the trees glistened against the sky fogged with the ocean’s salty breath.

When Dean put the car in park beside Cas’ truck, the blue-eyed man hopped off the tailgate and came to open your door for you. He greeted you with a hand to help you out of the car and that all too charming smile.

After shutting the door behind you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.” His eyes told no lie, and he quickly turned to the cab of his truck, reaching into the passenger’s side window to retrieve a beautiful hibiscus flower.

“Here, this is for you,” he said, placing it behind your ear. When he pulled back to examine you, he smiled with such admiration that you shot forward and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Castiel. For everything.”

He smiled into your neck and hugged you tighter.

“Ahem,” Dean cleared his throat, a smug grin on his lips as you and his best friend broke apart. “And where’s my flower?”

“Oh, it’s around here, somewhere….”

Cas falsely searched for one before pulling his hand from his back pocket to flip Dean off. The three of you broke into laughter and he hooked his arm around Dean’s shoulder, then grabbed your hand to lead you toward the entrance.

True to Dean’s word, everyone was there.

Meg, Jo, and Gadreel all shouted and rushed to your side as soon as their eyes had landed on your swollen belly. The three of them nearly tackled you, and you laughed with them as they fawned over your baby bump and congratulated you on the baby and engagement.

When they’d given you enough space to breathe, Sam’s long arms surrounded you, and you smiled at Dean over his shoulder. Even at 23, Sammy would always be the little brother you never had.

John greeted you with a hug and gently held you back as everyone started following the hostess.

“I see you’ve already got one, but this is for you.”

When he drew back, your eyes went to the lei he held in his hands. Gorgeous red, white, pink, and purple flowers were strung together, the petals soft beneath your fingertips as you let out a breath.

“John….” The sentence you started went forgotten when he grinned down at you, shooting you a wink that had you both chuckling as you ducked your head and let him place the flowers around your neck.

“Perfect,” he said with a smile, leading you to the table and the rest of your group.  

The place was right on the beach and they’d requested the best table with a breathtaking view of the water. Everyone was all eyes and smiles and congratulations and embarrassingly loud speeches announced to the rest of the establishment as your new family welcomed you home.

When everyone had full bellies, the lot of you set off down the shoreline, walking slow and happy under the night sky. It was a perfect glimpse at what life would be like here on the island, and you stopped, Dean’s hand tugging almost out of yours before he stopped, too.

The group kept going and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting your toes squish between the wet sand, cool water lapping at your ankles. Dean’s body pressed gently against yours, and without needing to open your eyes, your lips found his in a soft kiss.

“I love you, Y/n Y/l.”

You sighed, completely content, and only blinked your eyes open to see the stars in his gleaming eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” John called, approaching from the pack. “The girls are all headin’ home but the guys are talkin’ about takin’ you down to The Family Business for some drinks, Dean.”

Dean looked between his father and you, shaking his head. “Uhh, nah. I think I’m good.”

“No, Dean. Go,” you urged. “Go hang out with your guys. Have a drink or two for me.”

“It’s not like she’s going anywhere. She’ll still be here when you get home.” John winked, and the three of you smiled, knowing that you were finally there to stay. “C’mon, kid. I’ll take her from here and make sure she gets home safe. Get outta here.”

You smiled up at Dean when he looked back down at you, pushing your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. He grinned, broad and wide, all teeth and crow’s feet. “I’ll be home later. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Dean gave you a quick kiss and you playfully slapped his ass as he started walking away, John’s deep chuckle in your ear as you walked to his side.

“The Family Business is this brewery at a locals-only spot. Run by a nice couple, Jensen and Danneel, and her brother, Gino. The guys come around the shop and hang out with Sam and Dean from time to time. Jo and Danni are pretty close- she introduced Jo to Gad a couple of years back. The guys started brewing in their garage and it just kinda grew from there. Home brewed beer, a place for the kids to hang out during the weekdays, live music on the weekends, food trucks across the street. It’s a nice spot. I’m sure once your kid’s old enough, you’ll be there all the time.”

“I don’t know. It all sounds really nice, but I don’t wanna think too far ahead. I just wanna focus on this, for now.” You smiled, hands falling to your belly as you walked with John.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” His arm fell over and around your shoulders, your bodies moving together as he dropped a kiss to your crown. “It goes by too fast. Just breathe it all in while you can.”

“I know. I’m trying. It’s just… a lot happening really fast.”

“You having second thoughts about any of it?” Your synced steps stopped as John continued, stopping and turning back to look at you. “You know, even if you are, you can talk to me, honey. I don’t want you feeling like you can’t.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. I don’t regret it… I just, I’m having a little trouble finding my footing, ya know?”

John walked closer and hooked his arm over your shoulder, holding you to his side and leading the two of you until your pace matched his again. “You belong here, Y/n,” John said, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

“How are you so sure?” John side-eyed you at your question. “I mean, of course, I belong here. I know that, now, but how are you so sure? You say it like it’s the truest thing you know, John.”

“Because it is,” he answered. “I saw you on the beach the day we met. I saw you before you got in the water, and I just knew that you were someone special... You were drawn to me, right?”

You nodded in slight surprise. “Yeah, I was. I watched you on those waves and just- I wanted to be as free as you looked out there. Watching you on the water drew me out there. Then when I saw Dean….”

“He saw you, too, sweetheart,” John smiled proudly, “told me that he couldn’t take his eyes off you when he spotted you on the water. I knew when I saw you that you were special, and then you and Dean met, and then the next day at the competition and the bonfire... I just knew. Aloha aku no, aloha mai no.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, ‘I give my love to you, and you give your love to me.’ When Dean told me about the flower, that was the first thing that came to mind.”

“What flower?”

“The flower you had in your hair at the bonfire. The one that Sam told you to wear.…” As your brain caught up, John’s smile grew.

“The white hibiscus is a flower that symbolizes love and joy here on the island. Women used to wear them to tell if they were taken or single. It’s a tradition for women to wear them on special occasions, and that was kind of your first date with Dean, right?”

You smiled as he continued. “I knew how Dean felt about you already, so I told Sam to tell you to wear it. You know that phrase, ‘if you love something, let it go’-” you nodded- “well, aloha aku no, aloha mai no is one of the first local phrases I started using when we got here. My boys needed to know that I loved them, and that was my way of saying it. But it’s similar, that phrase- it’s like a call and answer.”

As you stood there, John reached to your hair, gently plucking the flower Cas had given you from behind your ear.

“This one is a symbol of rare beauty. Of purity and love and friendship,” he explained, and all you could do was smile at the thought of Castiel’s warm gesture.

Taking a step toward the water, John continued. “When Dean took the flower from your hair and gave it to the ocean, he was telling you he loved you- he was letting you go, setting you free.” He placed the flower atop the surface, retreating to your side as you both watched the gentle waves pull the hibiscus out to sea. “But when the ocean gave it back later that night, the water was telling him that you loved him, too.”

As you took in John’s words and replayed every event, your mouth opened and shut. “But- I.…” Whatever words you could have mustered fell short as you stared at John, then out at the ocean under the stars and moon. That ocean, the same one you fell in love with, the one that brought you here, it was your home just as much as Dean was.

John smiled and gently knocked his shoulder into yours. “And that is how I know that you belong here, Y/n.”

[crimsonheart01]

The Perfect Ending (Nestor x OC/Reader)

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Nestor caught under the mistletoe

Word Count: 2,028

Playlist: Perfect Christmas - S Club 7

I chewed on a piece of licorice as Emily went on and on about our old school ritual involving mistletoe. It wasn’t anything special. All we did was hang a bunch from our dorm room door and if you didn’t kiss the person in the frame with you, were subjected to a ridicule concocted by all the remaining roommates.

There was one year where I had to wear my bras over my shirt for a week, or the year we made Emily dye her hair green and red. It was our own way to celebrate the holidays and dare each other to do outrageous things at the same time. It was always all in good fun and if someone was really not into it, we never forced them to participate.

“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me under the mistletoe and I will punch you.” I warned.

Emily laughed, “You don’t scare me.”

“Oh, of course not. Not now that you’re a cartel wife.” I teased.

We laughed together over the phone, until I heard her name being called in the distance.

“Please babe,” She pleaded, “I haven’t seen you in years and Miguel asked personally to invite you. I think he misses your wild partying ways.”

I rolled my eyes, “It was one time and we were in college. He’s at fault too. He’s the one that suggested tequila.”

“Either way, we both want to see you.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

I sighed, “Alright. I’ll check flight prices tonight and let you know.”

She clapped and let out a happy cheer, “Amazing! I’ve got to go now. Dita needs me for something.”

We hung up at the same time, neither of us one for goodbyes. I flipped open my laptop and started searching for the cheapest flight I could find. I wasn’t going to let Emily try and pay for me to come and visit. I didn’t care how much money Miguel made. It was a matter of pride. I wanted to be able to get there on my own.

~(MMC)~

Miguel hung up the phone, a smirk in place. Emily had just confirmed with him that her best friend from college was going to be in town for their annual Christmas party. He fondly recalled the night where they managed to finish off a bottle of tequila between them. She was always a joy to have around, and knew how to have a good time.

He was tired of the stuffy parties they always ended up having. After this past year he knew Emily needed to let off steam. They had Cristobal back, Los Olivadados was his partner, and Alvarez was second in command. The only thing that wasn’t running smoothly was his friendship with Nestor.

He knew Nestor well. He would never let it show but he took a hard hit at the news of Alvarez taking Devante’s place. It wasn’t anything against Nestor, he just needed someone who knew the game from the MC’s perspective. Alvarez was an asset he couldn’t pass up.

Together Miguel and Emily had devised a plan. He knew Nestor needed a distraction, something to keep him from focusing on any negativity. He neede Nestor in peak performance. He was still head of security. Miguel was worried that if he spent too long focused on his decision not to promote him then it would hinder his clarity in the position he was in.

That’s were Emily’s best friend came in. She was a wild card. Something Nestor wasn’t used too. She’d give him a run for his money. Something to think about. Something to distract him.

“What are you smiling about?” Nestor asked.

Miguel turned to his oldest friend, having forgotten where he was.

“Emily just confirmed a few details of the party with me.” Miguel deflected, “I need you to be there.”

Nestor deadpanned him. He wasn’t one for staunch-y Christmas parties.

Miguel chuckled, “As security.” Nestor deflated in relief but Miguel had one more point to make, “You’ll need to be dressed the part though. Black tie.”

Miguel watched as Nestor ground his teeth together. Miguel had to hide his laughter. If Nestor only knew what was in store for him.

~(MMC)~

I leaned in the archway, a flute of champagne hanging between my fingers. I sighed. This might have been the most boring party I’d ever been too. I swirled the drink around, watching the crowd in front of me. I thought about making a run for it, but there wasn’t anywhere for me to go. I was a guest in this house, I couldn’t leave their party. That would be rude.

As I was considering my options, someone came to a stop next to me. I glanced over and raised my eyebrows. He was adorable. Sexy and adorable. Two adjectives that didn’t generally go together, but he pulled it off. I smirked, he was very concerned with keeping his eyes forward. He was either purposely trying not to look, or he was distracted by something else.

Either or, didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t going to let him walk away without at least letting him know I was attracted to him. Lust at first sight as it were.

“Well aren’t you a tall drink of water.” I commented.

He didn’t stir. His eyes kept straight, observing the entire room. I drank him in. Everything from the braids to the double gun holster he was wearing. It was obvious he was working security or something of that sort. He wore all black, right down to his socks and boots. I liked it. Simple and effective.

I raised my drink to my mouth and tilted my head back to drain the liquid when I noticed something hanging in the middle of the archway, above our heads.

“That bitch.” I swore into my glass.

Tall, dark and handsome whipped to face me. His eyes followed mine and both of us were staring at the mistletoe. He arched an eyebrow and I didn’t even bother to contain the annoyance on my face.

“I’m going to kill her.” I mumbled to myself.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as the man next to me reached for his gun. It was a slow progression, as if he was a bit confused about what was happening. I breathed in and opened my mouth to deter him. I wasn’t here to actually kill anyone. I was speaking figurate. However, I was saved having to give any explanation by hearing Emily’s laughter bubble up.

“I see you’ve found the mistletoe.” She grinned. I moved to take a step forward but she held up a hand, “I wouldn’t if I were you. You remember the rules?”  

“Do you remember what I said on the phone?” I retorted.

She winked, “Punch me later. Or thank me. Whichever.”

She turned on her heel and disappeared into the next room. I scrunched up my nose. The woman was going to be the death of me. I looked back at ‘Braids’ and he was glancing down at me. I shrugged, downed my champagne and swung my arm around his shoulder. I gripped the back of his neck and tugged him down to my level.

Even in my heels I had to stretch onto my tiptoes. Before I was able to plant one on him, he tugged backwards and stared at me.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“You heard her.” I said, “There are rules. We have to follow them.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know the rules.”

I grinned, “Doesn’t matter. Kiss me.”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline and he smiled incredulously. He didn’t stop to pause for long before he was meeting me half way. Our lips met and electricity shot through me. I had no idea to know if he felt it too, but my body melted. I sagged against him, feeling as his arm slid across my lower back. He held me closer to him.

I let my fingers scratch at his neck and felt the shiver it sent down his spine. I grinned against his mouth and he reciprocated. I pushed hard into him, using my other hand to fist into his shirt. Getting carried away, I nipped on his lower lip. He opened his mouth in response and with a tentative taste, our tongues met.

He took control, exploring how far I’d let him go. I reacted positively eliciting a tiny moan. He delved his free hand into my hair. His fingers massaging against my scalp. I pushed against him, nearly knocking him backwards. We teetered for a moment before he caught out balance and held me still in front of him.

“Nestor,” Miguel spoke, popping our bubble, “I see you’ve met our special guest.”

We pulled apart. Nestor – as I just learned – tried to let go but I kept my arms around him. I wasn’t letting this man go. Not after a kiss like that. Nestor looked guilty as he met Miguel’s eyes. I arched one eyebrow, having caught on to the little power play.

“You planned this.” I interrupted.

Miguel chuckled, “You were always quick.”  

I pouted in thought, “What I want to know is how many other people did you force to kiss under this monstrosity?” I waved a hand up at the mistletoe above us, “Also how did you manage to get us both under here at the same time. What if I was under here with you? Or Emily for that matter?”

Miguel laughed and Emily’s joined in a second later. She slipped her arm through Miguel’s and patted her hand against his forearm. I let go of Nestor, allowing him to straighten out.

“Was I even meant to be doing security?” Nestor inquired.

Miguel shrugged, “No, but how else would I have gotten you here?”

I nodded, rolling my lips together. If they wanted to play it this way, then I’d step up. I grabbed Nestor’s hand, twining my fingers between his. He gazed down at me and I smiled at him. I tilted my head in the direction of the kitchen.

“Come on.” I goaded, “If they wanna play games, then let’s beat them at their own competition.” I tugged him along with me shouting behind me, “There better be tequila hidden somewhere in those cupboards.”

“Bottom left, next to the fridge.” Miguel called back.

Nestor laughed. He was in shock, but that wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying his night. Especially seeing as Miguel didn’t even need him to be working anyways. We reached the kitchen and Nestor, knowing his way around better than I did, grabbed four shot glasses while I bent to grab the Ley .925.

I smirked knowing that this particular tequila was the most expensive one in Mexico. Maybe in the world. Nestor lent me his hand, and I grabbed it as he helped hoist me back up. I licked my lips, and winked at him. He gave me a knowing grin. I handed him the bottle and he stopped for a split second. He recognized the brand as well.

“Don’t worry about it.” Emily said.

We both looked over to see her and Miguel smiling. I shook my head. The tequila was planted. It appeared that Miguel was trying for a repeat of that night so many years ago. I laughed and turned to Nestor, sliding the glasses in front of him. Having his permission, he popped the cork out and began pouring.

The four of us all took a glass.

“To happy endings!” Miguel toasted.

Nestor slipped his hand around my hips and tugged me towards him. I looked up at him and he smiled, “To happy beginnings!”

We all cheered and downed out shots. The second my glass was away from my mouth; Nestor was covering it his tongue searching. I opened up to him, tasting the alcohol on him. We could both hear Miguel and Emily cheering us on, but neither of us cared. We were too wrapped up in each other.

It may have been a dirty plan, but in the end it worked.