#it's sad that it's no longer on wattpad and I will forever miss seeing the comments and reading them

[personasintro]

You might've noticed by now but I started reposting Mh. Rereading it after a while brings a lot of memories & I hope you guys can take this opportunity to reread the story until 58 is posted :) please give each part lots of love and support ♡

[donutz]

Yandere Smiling Critters x male child reader[pt. 2]

Requests from Tumblr and Wattpad—!, but not really

(Minus the fact I didn't include you being turned)

—☆You are a human in this

Sadly, you couldn’t stay here forever.

You are home now. Adopted. You did spend your time at Playcare for a couple of years though, everybody knew you, everybody in Playcare that is. The critters and kids knew you, the staff knew you, Miss Delight knew you.

So you had a mark on the place when it was time for you to leave. To get your own house. You were happy to get a home, but sad you had to leave your friends behind.

Maybe you could revisit this place again. Come back. But you couldn’t.

Something happened.

8/8/1995

You don’t know what happened that day, but you guess it was something pretty bad. It caused the whole company to shut down. You no longer saw any commercials of the toys.

Rumors were spread around, maybe somebody died, maybe a toy hurt somebody, maybe.. Maybe an experiment happened.

Anyways. There was a letter. A letter in the mail, something that related to your old home. Find the flower?

.

.

.

Sure. Why not, you were seventeen, you can handle yourself.

Which is something you shouldn’t have ever thought, after what you’ve been through.

It’s been scary. You haven’t died yet, but death has wanted to shake your hand a few times.

You almost bumped your head on a metal pipe while passing through a dark hallway, nearly broke your leg because you wanted to jump off a platform, wanting things to go by faster.

You’ve been chased through vents, and ended up at a dead end. You didn’t know what to do. You almost got shredded. But, were spared.

“.. Huggy?” He stared at you, maybe he recognizes you, even after all these years.

He didn’t kill you. He let you down on the second level of the metal stairways with his arm, and went back to where he originally was.

Then you were solving puzzles, with a particular doll following after you.

But the doll got snatched up, by a spider. Mommy Long Legs. She did remember you, you were the one who wasn’t so good at the games..(for the sake of your life in this story)

But she thought you left her to die, so she still forced you to play the three games. The first game has Bunzo! He was hesitant to kill you, you were the kindest kid to him when you lived here.

And for the first time, you actually beat the game! He was so proud of you! He wasn’t proud of his unfortunate fate in the future, but at least he didn’t need to kill you.

Then the small Huggies. They also remembered you, so they were sparing you. You also beat that game! They were happy, letting out tiny purrs at your success.

Then Pj— Wait. Since when were you so good at these games? The last I checked, you failed every single one of them! Fine. I’ll just sabotage the game for you, to make sure you never leave.

You could see Pj coming out of his pug-a-pillar hole, and you were sweating a little. Hopefully he remembered you too.

He did, once he saw you he stopped in his crawling tracks, taking a pause. He missed your younger adorable face when he gave you a small bump on your back, signifying that the ‘game’ was over.

But he unpaused at the start of the music playing.

You escaped. Out of there. That’s fine. I could just chase you myself

Three chases. You got chased THREE times. How desperate was she to kill you?!

You were putting the blue hand on the scanner, when you heard Mommy’s quick steps towards you.

You looked behind you— Eyes widening from her abrupt appearance. For the fourth time.

The door opened! And.. Mommy got killed, by you, by your hands.

A hand crept out from the thin crevice of a metal door. It took Mommy’s left over body, to wherever. You didn’t know what it was. Where it took her. But thanked god(or not, depends on your thoughts) at the fact that you weren’t Mommy at this moment.

Now you are somewhere. The train crashed, and you could feel the back of your shirt being picked up. You were sliding down a pipe, into somewhere.

You don’t know where it was, but you needed to get out, fast.

Doing some parkour, you looked around, and saw a long tail(plus paws) crawling up inside a vent.

“... Catnap?”

You went through some doors, and ended up seeing where the crashed train was. Going somewhere, you could see the recognizable entrance you went to at age 5. The way to Playcare.

You could hear the sounds of steps. Hurrying up you went inside the much smaller train compared to the one you were originally in.

“My name is Elliot Ludwig.”

Hm. Those words you could remember.

“When you look around at the world today,” You repeated after him.

“what one thing do you think it needs more of?”

“Playcare!”

Even at seventeen years, you were still mesmerized by what was shown.

You looked down, and could see 3— no. Five creatures walking or crawling around, resembling the Smiling Critters.

“Oh.”

Some of the critters could hear Elliot’s voice continue about Playcare, eyeing the moving train.

They saw your shadowed figure. Not knowing who you were. But a light is shown on your face.

Bubba, Dogday, Kickin, Hoppy, and Bobby saw your face. You’re back?

No. They must be seeing things. You were gone. Away from them.

But Dogday could recognize those eyes. Your skin, your curiosity, your hair(if your hair changed colors, or texture after growing up, then.. Yea, he still remembered you).

“Angel?” (Even if you didn’t really save him, he’s going to call you Angel. Because I needed a nickname for you. Y’know, because I can’t list every single name of the people who’re reading this?)

The other critters heard his whisper. … Maybe it was you.

The train stopped. But you were kind of scared, were they like Huggy or Mommy? Were they going to chase you down?

“Ah shit.”

‘Language.’ Dogday thought, dogs have good hearing y’know!

You were trying to find a way for two possible outcomes of being down here.

A) Try to make the train go back if the critters try to kill you

Or

B) Somehow reminisce in meeting your old friends

B sounded a lot more better than A.

And.. B did happen!

The 5 critters went over to the train, while you were standing there. Waiting for whatever will happen to you.

Dogday crawled over to you, it was you! Your scent!

He gave you the biggest hug while his tail wagged(really fast, it’s kind of crazy).

He was still fluffy even after these 10 years.

“Angel I missed you so much—!”

You were trying to hug him back, but a little too scared because of the critters staring into your soul.

Dogday noticed their silence and spoke up—

“Guys! This is Angel!! You don’t recognize him??”

Silence.

“THE ONE WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND PICKY..??”

“OHH”

“YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“I was thinking that it was him but I wasn’t sure…”

“ANGEL!?!?!?”

You were escorted out of the train, and were greeted by a bunch of animals pawing at you.

You couldn’t get a word in!

Picky, Crafty and Catnap came over, hearing all of the excited animal noises.

Now you were crowded by a bunch of animals. You were so tiny compared to them, so they had to be gentle.

So much noises were going on that even the smaller critters came over to see the commotion.

You were back home!

Now you can’t leave.

[yoke9494]

Why not me? (Draken)

Wattpad Request (AU-ish)

*Smut

Read pt.2 here.

*Hurt no comfort.(Don't have much experience with it. Sorry if it's bad.)

*We love Emma around here! But not in this one..

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"Are you sure? I mean-- don't think I'm like that but I can always ask someone else? One of the girls?.. You're just someone I trust y'know..."

You shook your head. "No it's okay. I-- I think it'll be better with a girl your age? Besides, I trust you too so.."

Those deep dark eyes stared into yours. Draken was so handsome. Did he find you pretty? Beautiful? You'd never know..

Those words only came out when he talked about someone else. Emma..

Emma. Emma. Emma.

That was the only female he ever talked about. A soft blush would spread on his cheeks, he'd smile from ear to ear.. The way his eyes lit up, small hearts replacing his pupils.. His eyes never did that around you.. He never blushed when your name was brought up.

Why not you? You've known Draken since, well forever. You both had this bond.

You see, both your mother's abandoned you- You both grew up together and took care of one another. The brothel was your home-- You were his "family" but he was your everything..

You were inseparable! Hip attached to hip. Peas in a snuggly little pod.

It felt as if a relationship slowly began to grow. Sleepovers in the same bed, you'd wake up to Draken holding you.. When you both went out in public he'd hold your hand to keep you close. That was a thing you did in a relationship right?! Maybe next week you'd find an excuse to kiss his cheek.

Maybe you'd find the courage to tell him how you really felt?

But that kiss never came.. That confession stayed with you.

Why? You may ask..

Well, Emma came into the picture... And your Draken was gone. He wasn't yours anymore..

The excuses to no longer be around you began to pour in..

"Oh, sorry Y/n. Emma invited me to see that movie already."

"Sorry can't make it. Emma wants me to go shopping with her."

"See ya. I'm going to Mikey's to see him and hopefully Emma."

"You like my shirt? I know it's not my usual color, but Emma got it for me. I hate my other clothes now." (*You helped him pick most of them out..*)

"Emma wants me to stay away from junk food. Have fun at the new restaurant though!"

"... You can't go with me. Emma thinks its weird we hang out so much. I can't ruin my chance with her.. You understand right?"

"I think we should stop being friends.. The only woman I should be focused on is Emma.."

After that it seemed like he was avoiding you every chance he could. Even going as far as moving into another room far away from yours.

Which is why you were surprised when Draken showed up at your door in the middle of the night. It's been months since you've talked to him. Not even a small "hi" here and there when you passed one another in the brothels halls.

You usually just got a cold stare over his shoulder..

But Draken looked different.. Sad? He stood there for a good while just staring at you.

"I need your help."

This is where you turn him away. Treat him the way he's been twords you. Tell him you only help out friends who wouldn't abandon you over another female!

But Of course.. The sad excuse you had for a heart didn't let you.

Anything for him. He looked so lost? Scared? You didn't hesitate to let him into your room. You missed him so much..

But the words that left his mouth. Those words felt like a million needles to your heart.

"I kissed Emma today. She didn't say I was a bad kisser... But the look on her face-- She looked disappointed-"

He rambled on..

But you couldn't help but think-- Even if he was a bad kisser you'd never tell him about it. You'd enjoy anything he'd want to do with you. You'd teach him, he'd teach you.. you'd learn together.

Your ears were beginning to ring. You nearly told him to get out.

Emma. Emma. Emma.

Did he realize he was just happily ripping out your heart? Oh these next words stung like a million pieces of glass cutting into your chest.

"She wants to take it further. She wants to-- Y'know... Have sex?.. I'm scared."

Oh you knew. And you were going to be sick! You could understand the nerves, but you couldn't understand the fear? You weren't supposed to be scared of sex when you were with someone you supposedly loved.. Why couldn't he see that?

Draken continued. "What if I'm not good at it? She might not want to be my girlfriend if I'm not good at it. I need help, that's why I'm here. I don't want to be a lonely loser all my life--"

Again! What about you?! You were right here in front of him! Even if he was bad at it, you'd still enjoy it because it was him! You love him. You'd learn together... It's not like you were an expert but practice makes perfect right?

You'd cherish it...

"Can I practice with you? I know it's probably gross of me to ask cause you're-- you?  But you're the only girl I trust.-- besides Emma."

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You should have said no.. But that heart shaped lense over your eyes fogged your brain. You wanted him to be your first, you wanted him to take your everything..

For a second you really felt like he wanted to be here with you. That he wanted the same..

His hands were gentle against your skin. His lips soft against yours.. He groaned into your mouth while he laid between your legs and rutted his hard length into your cunt.

He was rubbing against your clit, making your poor underwear a wet sticky mess. He was sloppy with no rhythm but because it was Draken. You almost came either way..

But he seemed to have gotten bored.

It only took a second as he finally yanked your panties off. You swore you heard a choked moan get caught in his throat when he used his thumbs to spread you open.

You were getting a little flustered at his staring.. What was he thinking?

-- the sight was beautiful to him...

Even though it was dark in your room. The only light coming from a small fish tank you had in the corner. He could see how wet you were, already dripping down to your bed sheets.

Was it all for him? Because of him?

He knew you were untouched, always saying you were waiting for someone special... But Emma was already experienced. She didn't need all the so called prep right?

So neither did you..

You really wished you would have known that he wasn't seeing YOU right now. Maybe if you got it into his head that you weren't Emma, it would be different? He'd be gentle?

But it was too late..

Before you knew it your legs were thrown over his shoulder and he was lining himself up to your entrance.

"Draken--"

It hurt. But you couldn't help but force yourself to think that it was okay... You should have spoken up if it wasn't. You're safe, he wouldn't hurt you on purpose..

You almost felt relieved when he leaned down to kiss you. To distract you from the pain as he bullied the rest of himself into you.

You felt his thumbs wiped away your tears before his lips left yours to kiss them away.

You felt the heat pool in the pit of your stomach as Draken groaned from your tightness.

"You feel so good Emma.."

But that wasn't your name, you weren't Emma.

But that didn't matter. It was for him..

Draken began to move when you let out a choked whine. He mistook the sound of hurt feelings for a sound of eagerness, of want..

His cock slowly dragged in and out of your entrance. Almost fully unsheathed before he shoved himself all the way back in. His thighs met your ass with a sticky *plop* over and over again.

At first he had no rhythm once again but quickly started getting the hang of it.

You moaned his name though you felt nothing. You wanted to feel him the way he felt you. But you just couldn't-- doesn't it start feeling good after a while?

His moans were low and deep. They almost tricked you into thinking you were his, that he wanted you.

If he was seeing you, you had no doubt that his sounds alone would send you over the edge.

"I love you Emma."

You weren't Emma! But you still sucked in a breath. "I love you too.."

He began to speed up and you forced your face into the pillows. Praying that he was too lost in his pleasure to see you cry.

"Fuck Emma."

His thumb found your sticky clit. You felt a small sense of pleasure as he made lazy circles around your nub. He was dragging out your pleasure for you..

This wasn't right.

Your back arched and it caused his hips to shift. Your eyes rolled when his cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside you.

See, you were learning together.

"You like that Emma? Your griping me so tight now."

Gods you wished he would shut up already. Did she like hearing her name this much?! Was she that conceded? Or was he just obsessed?

He was yours first.. it should be your name he repeats like a prayer.. It should be your name that gets stuck in his head like a favorite song..

Draken was stunned when he felt your soft hands harshly push against his chest. He was shoved out of you and his oncoming high was ruined..

Did he hurt you?-- for a second he actually saw you.. Did he hurt his friend--

He made a small noise when he was thrown on his back. Biting his lower lip when you slowly crawled on top of him.

But the heart shaped lenses that covered his own eyes changed what was in front of him. Your hair turned into a beautiful blonde, your eyes turned into the same yellow doe ones that made him weak.. Your face changed into the one he was doing all this for.

He pushed the feeling of this being all wrong into the pit of his stomach as you slowly slid down on his dick.

The room was filled with the sticky *splat* of your pleasure that slicked up his length and abdomen.

Your mouth slack as you threw your head back and used him for your own enjoyment.

' Emma you look so beautiful like this.. '

He didn't voice his words this time. Something told him it was wrong to do so.

"Oh fuck."

His words were low and husky as his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. He wasn't sure what you had done just now but the way you bounced and scooted on his cock made his toes curled and a shock of pleasure raced up his spine.

He swore the sounds you were making were going to be the end of him. He could feel himself getting hotter the louder you got.

You were going too fast now. He wanted to watch you use him forever. His high hit him so fast that he had his heels digging into the mattress, teeth bared, and eyes going white.

Your name almost came out of his mouth. The first syllable! But he quickly caught himself-- "Emma.."

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What was there to say? How do you look at one another now.

It was a mistake.

You hid your face as he changed into his clothes. You choked down the tears--

You were going to tell him. You needed to tell him that you loved him with your entire being. That if he'd just give your relationship a chance you'd move mountains for him.

Draken turned to you with regret in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed due to his phone ringing..

You could already tell who it was. The light in his eyes reappeared and he smiled for the first time since coming here.

"It's Emma!-- I gotta go."

He turned with blushed cheeks. (That blush wasn't for you.,) "Thanks-- I mean, you're really a great friend. But that's all you are, this isn't going to make it weird right?"

You heart was completely gone-- Too much hurt that it felt like you flat lined.. That it had dried to dust and blew away..

All you could do was nod as he left out the door..

Your room was so cold now. Even the tears in your eyes felt like ice racing down your cheeks. Your body felt dirty as you sat in the middle of your bed-- the blankets you were wrapped up in needed to be burned!

Why was it so easy for him to hurt you! He didn't love you! Stop loving him!

Please stop loving him....

You let out a muffled scream into your pillow. Wishing you could just drown in your tears that soaked the cotton.

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[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Hallmark Christmas

Summary: Regina struggles with her holiday spirit in the aftermath of Season 5 and finds comfort in the made-for-TV movies she used to mock. One night she makes a wish on a Christmas star for her own Hallmark Christmas movie happy ending and finds herself getting seven...or maybe more? [OQ AU]

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Interlude #1

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

Regina woke up, once again in her bed. She sat up, wondering if this was another movie or something else. Pushing her blankets back, she padded over to the door and opened it. Looking down the hallway, she called out: "Hello?"

"Mom?" Henry called back from downstairs. "I'm in the kitchen."

She walked down the stairs, recognizing the house as her own. As she entered the kitchen, she found Henry eating some cereal. He smiled at her. "Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," she replied. "You're home early."

"No," he said, grinning. "You slept late."

Regina frowned, looking up at the clock. Surprise coursed through her as she realized it was after eleven AM - it was closer to lunch than breakfast. It had been years since she had slept so late and wondered how tired she had been the night before.

Henry tilted his head. "Are you okay, Mom? You still look tired."

"Oh," she said, though she wasn't sure if she should be surprised. Her rather detailed dream hadn't felt very restorative. So she just shrugged. "I guess I didn't sleep as well as I thought or hoped."

"You didn't fall asleep on the couch again, did you?" he asked, sounding concerned.

Embarrassed that he knew about that and was calling her out on it, she shook her head. "I fell asleep in bed."

He nodded. "Is it Roland?"

"What?" she asked, surprised.

"You seemed sad after the show," he said. "And I realized that the kindergarteners went last, which would've been Roland's class. So I was wondering if you had been thinking of him."

Regina sighed, nodding. It was the truth, after all. "I was. I miss him."

"I do too," Henry replied. He looked anguished as he asked: "Do you think if I hadn't tried to destroy magic, he would still be with us?"

She frowned, sitting next to him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the main reason the Merry Men left when they did was because magic was so unstable and everyone who wanted to return to the Enchanted Forest wanted to go before they were stuck here forever," he said. "And when they left, you were on your way to stop me. Which makes me wonder that if you were here and the threat of magic going away wasn't there, would you have been able to convince the Merry Men to stay? Or at least to let you keep Roland?"

Regina had also wondered what would've happened if she had been in town or if the others hadn't been in such a rush to leave Storybrooke. And though it pained her, she knew that it likely would've ended up the same way - just that Regina could've said goodbye to Roland herself and accepted his gift rather than Zelena being the middleman.

She took Henry's hand. "Robin and I…well, we never discussed his wishes. There was never any time and maybe even after what happened in Camelot, I was too scared to have that conversation because it could make the chance of losing him become a reality."

"Okay," Henry said, sounding confused.

"So I don't know if Robin would've wanted Roland to stay with me," she said. "I had to defer to the Merry Men, who would've known Robin's wishes better. And they already raised Roland from a baby with him. They know him best."

Henry nodded, though he didn't look too convinced. "I guess."

"I believe we will see him one day," she said, though her heart constricted as she feared it was a fool's hope. "Our goodbye wasn't forever."

"I know," Henry replied, trying to smile. "I just miss him."

Regina walked closer and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "I know. I miss him too."

They hugged each other for a little while longer before she pulled back. "I'm going to change and then make myself some breakfast. When I'm done, we'll do whatever you want."

"Anything?" he asked, raising both eyebrows as he gave her a cheeky smile.

Realizing that she likely wouldn't like what he was thinking of, she added: "Within reason."

He chuckled, nodding. "Alright."

"Good," she said, kissing his cheek. "I'll be right back down."

[casualsludgeshoetoad]

WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU !

Summary: Neteyam and reader are15/14 turning adult age

After Neteyam leaves the clan she is left with big news not knowing Neteyam will never meet his first born what happened with Y/n WHEN THE SULLYS RETURN

It’s my first story English is not my first language sorry 🤭

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You laid against the tree with his head on your lap.Running your fingers through his hair “Neyetam”? You say with a sad smile “mhm” he asks waiting for you question. “Are you scared?” You ask in a low voice.You cried quietly feeling the warm tears start rolling down your face. As you don’t want to believe the men you love with your soul the men you just gave yourself to will no longer be next to you. He quickly moves next as your tear meets his forehead. He felt that painful feeling he almost forgot about being with you “hey..hey ..yawne please… please don’t cry I-I I can’t” . He caresses your cheek with his thumb. His eyes water at the sight of you hurting his y/n his world the girl he’s only ever dreamed of the girl with the pretty smile and beautiful yellow eyes. He’s leaving everything his ever known to save his family his mate his people. “I Don’t wanna go” Neteyam says before braking down. You quickly hug him “shhhh shhh my love look me look at me Neteyam ” you says firmlywanting to cry but you have to be strong for him. Cupping his face “ if your ever alone,scared or miss me come home come home to me. He looks in your eyes with a weak smile and nod.” Yawne it’s eclipse let’s get you home before your father notices your not home. He gave you his hand as you both stand forehead to forehead.

He grabs your hand as you run through the night in pandora your feet start to feel less grass and more stone as you and Neteyam meet your ikran “ one more ride my princess?” You nod “yes one more” you say with a smile on your face

You get home hopping off your Ikrans. Neteyam makes his way to you hugging you tight. He kisses you and let’s out a giggle.” Rest princess” he lets go of your hand as you quietly walk back to your hut looking back. You would never regret being part of him forever you both giggle and smile before disappearing from view.

NEXT MORNING 

“Neteyam I need you to gather food for the travel”Jake call to Neteyam “sir” he grow inpatient wanted to meet with you as he only have few hours before they’d leave their people to find unity with the Metkayina clan. You followed him.” Morning father to my unborn child”you say jokingly he smile and grips you waist “morning beautiful and don’t play with my heart like that could you imagine that’s!” he laughs spinning your body in the air you giggle “ one day when you come back for me” you say “I gather fruits for your family you will need it”. Your ears go up the the horns “my dad” Neteyam says and  hurry’s back to the clan “ change my boy we have a long road for us” Jake order Neteyam patting his sons back. Neytiri looks at her eldest son and sees his face change she sighs and follows him and the children.

Time pass and the ritual is done Jake walks along his family. You stand next to Moat with sadness on your face. It’s really happening he’s leaving. the reach the cliffs where their Irkans rested. “Neteyam didn’t you say goodbye to your friend”Neytiri asks she doesn’t know much about you but she would always see you with her kids mostly teyam.“No mom to many people” her heart saddens hearing hurt in her eldest voice

He watched your silhouette till you faded from view “I love you yawne” as he faces the life ahead of him.

For your you become Moats little helper.Moat was aware of you Neteyam “friendship” you felt for her she really lost everything. It been 3 months since the sully family left “ My child pass me the leaf oil”you nod “yes Moat” when you tune you back walking to the tables “ahhh” Moat gasped covering her mouth “your with child?!” your eyes widened and a shiver ran down your spine “what?” You ask in disbelief “YES! My love your with child tell your mate haha as he will be the happiest na’vi to ever walk pandora a beautiful young lady as yourself with a blessing from Eywa herself what more can he ask for” she says out of happiness and excitement “go on my child” you stand there gathering your thoughts wanting to believe but not at the same time your child would be far from it father. Neteyam would miss his child’s first steps would he come back before ?Thats night you felt a sting to you chest it burned like fire your body start swearing “ouch luna! Luna!” You call for you sister but no answer “sa’un help me please I can’t breath sa’un” Ewya help me You cried out feeling scared,heavy you stumble out your hut you fight till you collapsed. 

Moat eyes wide to see you the person being brought in is you her little Y/n “What happened!?” She asks desperately “We found her we don’t know”.Rushing she pushes everything out the mats and lays you the “OUT EVERYONE OUT”. In a way you reminded her of Sylwanin the child she lost long ago she quickly started working.she poked with with a small Sharpton Item. Rain poring Thunder crashing echoing through the clan pain and hurt ran through her body the blood shine at the end of the nail as her  tongue dances around it. Moat eyes roll back as she can see it she can see it all. Hands filled with blood she hears mourning seeing a face she wished she would never see that way not her beloved grandson“Neteyam” . No no no not those Hands she’s held so many times.looking in to his eyes she hears a baby cry. “Take care of him for me grandma make him a worrier we can be proud of what I couldn’t finish ” Moat fall to her knees crying no words came out she hold her chest coming back to Reality. “Moat” y/n call her slowly “are you okay?” You ask sitting up “his ma blood isn’t he?” She asked crying a cry that could be heard by all pandora “the child that grows within you his ma Teyams isn’t he”?

Should I do part2?

[billiedrawsstuff]

My letter to Techno these three months later. I’ve talked about his passing, written about it in my notes and other stuff like that. But recently I’ve fallen back into mourning him pretty strongly. So I wanted to write out all my thoughts and feelings. You don’t have to read if you don’t want to. But that’s what this is.

I often find myself thinking back to the day you left us. That day was only a mear three months ago. That day had been like any other, really. Boring, mundane, and slow. It was the evening time when I opened wattpad to see an update on a book. It read about how sad the whole thing was. I didn’t know what happened. I was confused, and concerned. As I read on my mind switched to thinking of you and the cancer you had been dealing with for a year. I started to panic. I headed to youtube, and at the very top of my home page was your video. I clicked play and within the first 10 seconds I knew. I ran out of my room to go to my mother and sister who had been watching tv. I told them you were gone. My body was wracking with sobs. I remember screaming a loud sob. We watched the whole video. I remember your dad talking about you in a way that sounded so loving and so pained. I hate to think of the pain your family went through and is still going through. I hate to think of the pain you went through. You told us that you loved us. I think that might have been what hurt most of all for me. I think back to that 18 year old boy who made minecraft videos with his friends. He didn’t know what he would begin to go through in five years; he didn’t know that he’d no longer be with us in six. Though, I don’t think you would’ve wanted to know. If I could go back in time and talk to that 18 year old, I would never tell him what happens later in life. I also think back to that one video you made almost a year ago. Talking about how you almost became an amputee. You made such a positive spin on it. We all thought you were getting better. But now I realize that the video wasn’t a positive thing. The doctor telling you that amputating wouldn’t give you a better chance. It wasn’t that you were getting better. It was that you were getting worse and nothing could help. You knew. You knew all that time ago. And you were still positive. You still made content. You loved to make content. I know you aren’t reading this. But you knew we loved you. And we knew you loved us. And that was enough for you. You were, still are, and forever will be my hero. I miss you. We all miss you. Rest in peace.

Alexander, Technoblade,

1999 - 2022

[bananashemmo]

Hi Julie!

I can’t believe you’re still here!!! I think last time I read your blog was in 2017, I miss those times. I was feeling nostalgic so i came to check your blog, so happy that you’re still here. 🥰 How are you, what are you doing these days? I think if I remember right you graduated high school, did you study anything after that or are studying something? I’m glad i found here back and even after all these years it’s fun to read your writing and they still gives a little bit comfort🥺💖 when i read your writing it’s like going back in time🙈 Did you went to see 5sos on their last tour?

T: Anonymous reader since 2014🫶🏻

omg????? This message, I feel like I wanna cry 😭🙈🫶🏼

2017 was such a good year, dammit. I cannot believe it is 7 years ago. Like what the freak happened? I must say, things aren’t the way they were back then, the 5sos fandom is withering … but I like to come back here once in a while to reblog stuff and keep up with what’s going on. ✨ also just reading all the messages people have sent me. I somehow can’t wrap around my head that 30.000 people wanted to follow me, hear me talk about period squad and read my stories 😅

Yes, I graduated high school back in 2016 and had two gap years where I was a part of Wattpad futures, getting paid to write fanfiction. Then I went to college and got an ap degree in multimedia design and since then, I’ve been working as a graphic designer. Still writing romance novels, just no longer with 5sos. I’m currently rewriting The Math Teacher on Wattpad, it’s called Forever Could Be Ours. Thinking of self publishing it once it’s done.

I sometimes do read my own writing too, because it’s been so long and I’ve honestly forgotten half of it. I’m sometimes like where did I get come up with all this creativity, it was like a full time job and I was in high school most of my writing process??? I get why my grades sucked, I was too busy with fantasies and being on tumblr 😏

5sos, those freaking rude asses, haven’t planned tours in Scandinavia since the pandemic happened. So I haven’t seen them since 2018 which is driving me nuts. My boyfriend has promised me next time they go to Manchester, we’ll go to their concert ( in favour of watching a Manchester United game with him, haha)

Can i just say thank you for taking the time to write me this message, it has been the highlight of my fucking week. I felt like all of you were like my friends and it's definitely been sad to see the fandom leave for other interests 🤠🌻

[indiee19]

Doesn't Time Fly

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and Alex growing up together.

warnings: light swearing, sad in some parts

word count: 4.1k

-Request from Wattpad

a/n: Hope that you enjoy. Also, sorry that this was kind of delayed, I'm currently moving so I'm sorry.

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1993

You sat in the very back of the class. You had just moved to High Green, Sheffield and knew no one. Because you didn't know anyone, the seats beside you were empty, everyone else sitting beside their friends.

You thought that you would just sit by yourself for the rest of the day, maybe even the year, but to your surprise, three boys came to sit beside you.

"Hey, aren't you the girl that just moved in to the big white house on the block?" one of them with light brown hair, sitting to your left.

"Yeah," you said, cheering up a little. They all made a shocked face, one of their mouths wide open.

"Oh my gosh, you're so lucky," another one with dark brown hair said. He looked down at your arms that were crossed on the table, seeing your silver bracelet that you had on. "Wow, that's cool, where'd you get it?" he asked, picking up your hand that it was on.

"My nan gave it to me for my birthday," you said, smiling.

"I'm Alex by the way. And this is Matthew J. Helders the third, but we call 'im Matt, and that's Jamie, or you can call him Cookie if you want to," Alex said. You introduced yourself and then the teacher called for everyone to quiet down, your day now being turned around, having made three friends that you lived close to.

From that day on, you four were the best of friends, and hardly ever stayed away from each other, always going to the park, going to each others houses and staying over, making new friends.

It was the start of something amazing.

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1997

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You ran through your house to the front door, almost running into your mother on accident. "No running in the house!" your mother yelled.

"Sorry," you called back. "I'll be back in a few minutes! I'm going to Al's house." You quickly closed the door and began walking to Alex's house, excited to see him after he was gone on holiday for two weeks.

You and Alex had grown up in the same neighborhood since you moved and you  became very close with him, along with a few of his friends that lived in the neighborhood: Matt Helders, Jamie Cook, Andy Nicholson, and someone named Nick O'Malley, and the best part was that all of you lived within a two minute walking distance.

Though it was a two minute walking time, you still rushed to get there, eager to Alex and hopefully go hang out with everyone else. You reached his house and walked up the two front steps, knocking on the door.

"Coming," Penny yelled. She opened the door and said hello to you.

"Hi, Mrs. Turner, is Alex home?" you asked.

"Yes, and how many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to call me Mrs. Turner, Penny will do," she laughed, moving aside so that you could come in. "He's in his room."

"Thank you ... Penny," you said, walking upstairs to Alex's room. You knocked on the door, but when no one opened it, you opened it instead, seeing Alex watching a show - Danger Mouse, his favourite.

You walked over to him and tapped on his shoulder, making him jump a little. "You scared me," he said, standing up, giving you a hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Al," you said, sitting down in the floor, Alex doing the same. "How was your holiday? What all did you do?" you asked, excited to learn about everything he did in Belfast.

"Well, first we visited the Peace Wall, and you know how mum is, so she of course took at least fifteen pictures of me there. Then, we went and saw the Ulster Museum and that was really, really cool. We saw the Botanic gardens and the Belfast Castle which was awesome," he said, just as excited as you.

He told you all about the trip, explaining every detail that he could. He told you all about the castle and the museum and anything else that he could remember. As he was telling about Botanic Gardens, you both heard Penny call yours and his name, asking for you both to come downstairs.

"Okay, we'll be right there, mum," Alex called, standing up, holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and both walked downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Penny placing two plates with sandwiches on them.

"What do you two want to drink?" she asked, going to the cupboard and getting two glasses.

"Water, please," you said.

"I'll have water too, mum," Alex said. She nodded and got you both a glass of water, handing it to you both as you sat down, starting to eat the sandwich. "After this, do you want to go see Matt and Jamie?" Alex asked, his mouth full.

You nodded and started to drink the water as Penny told Alex not to speak with his mouth full and you laughed as you put the glass down.

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1999

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You heard your mom call your name from downstairs. "Honey, come on, Alex and them are here," she said.

"Coming," you yelled back, quickly adding the finishing touches of your costume on, rushing downstairs. You saw Alex, Matt, Jamie, and Andy all waiting in the family room, talking to your mom.

You saw them in their costumes, Alex dressed up as Steve from Full House, Matt dressed up as Cory from Boy Meets World, and Andy dressed up as Jesse from Full House. You were dressed up as D.J. from the show, you all deciding on a group costume months ago for your last time trick or treat-ing. Though, Matt didn't seem to want to dress up as someone from Full House, so he went with Boy Meets World.

"Okay, everyone, come together, I want to get a picture of you all," your mom said, taking her camera out, snapping quite a few pictures of you all.

"Mum," you complained, knowing that she would take at least twenty pictures of you all.

"What? Their parents wanted me to take some pictures," she said, taking a few more.

"Yeah, a few, which means four," you replied. Your mother scoffed and stopped taking the pictures, letting you all leave.

"So, which house are we going to first?" Matt asked. Andy was first to come up with an idea, saying that you all should go to the house on the end of the block.

"Race you there," Jamie said, pushing Andy and Matt out of the way so that he could start running towards the house.

"Hey, that's no fair, you got a head start," Matt yelled, him and Andy running after Jamie. You and Alex kept walking, laughing at them. Alex shook his head, laughed and looked down at the ground. "Goofballs," you laughed, continuing to walk, seeing Matt run into Jamie, falling onto the pavement.

You heard a slight whisper of your name and you looked at Alex. "I, uh ... I just wanted to say ... uh, um, t-that ... your, uh-your costume looks really good," Alex stuttered, tripping over his words, pausing very often to try and get the right words to come out of his mouth.

You thanked him and told him the same, an idea coming to your head instantly. "Race you to the house," you said, slightly pushing Alex to get a head start. "Oh, I don't think so," Alex laughed, catching up to you, grabbing you from behind, ultimately beating you, making you all laugh.

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2002

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You and Alex were sitting on your bed, both of your heads against the headboard, and you were fiddling with your fingers. "Love, can I ask you something?" Alex said, turning to look at you. You looked at him and nodded. "Have you ever kissed someone?" he asked, refusing to meet your eyes now.

You shook your head. "No, have you?" you asked. He said no and you took his hand. There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. "C-can I kiss you?" he asked, finally looking you in the eyes finally.

You nodded and you both leaned in to kiss one another, lips moving in sync. It was a soft, elongated kiss, not a full on make out, but a longer kiss than you would have ever expected. You heard your mother call both yours and Alex's name from downstairs. "Alex, Matt and them are here and they're asking for you," she yelled.

You both pulled away and Alex brushed a piece of your hair out of your face. "I've got to go now," he said, standing up, and you did too. You walked down the stairs with Alex and saw Matt, Jamie, and Andy sitting in the family room.

"You ready, Al?" Jamie asked, standing up. Alex nodded and everyone else stood up, ready to leave. "Bye, love," Alex said, hugging you before leaving, everyone else saying goodbye. You said your goodbyes and went back upstairs to your room, reaching into your bedside drawer for your journal and a pen. You opened it and began to write about what had just happened.

'I had my first kiss today. It was with Alex, up until now I never realized how cute he was. But, unfortunately, he had to leave. I assume that he was going to practice with the boys, apparently they've decided on a name - Arctic Monkeys. It's a silly name, I'll admit that, but what else would I have expected from Alex?'

Your mother called you down for dinner, and you put your journal and pen away and went downstairs.

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2002 *two months later*

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You sat in the back of the class, waiting for Alex and Matt to get here. You had some really important news to tell them - especially Alex - and wanted them to be the first ones to know, you had waited to tell your mom, that's how much you wanted them to know first.

You watched the door like a hawk, hoping that whenever it opened it would be them. Ten minutes passed and it was almost time for class to start, you knew that they were at school, having walked with them. Then, finally, one minute before class was going to start, they walked in, walking to the back to sit beside you.

"Hey, where the hell have you guys been? I've been waiting in here forever," you asked, class now starting.

"We were discussing a few things for our band, apparently Glen quit so now we don't have a lead singer," Matt whispered. The teacher asked everyone to get out their books and you three did so, continuing to have your conversation.

"Alex could be your lead singer," you replied, lowering your voice so that only you, Matt, and Alex could hear it. Alex gave you a surprised expression, his mouth agape. "What?" he asked, "I can't sing."

You shook your head, looking down at the floor. "Then you have clearly never heard yourself sing in the shower while you're at my house then," you answered, eliciting a quiet laugh from Matt, making Alex glare at the both of you. You kept on trying to persuade him, Matt helping you out and, finally, after a few minutes of trying to convince him, he said that he'd do it.

"Oh, and I have something to tell you both," you said, excited to tell them, to see their reaction. "Okay, what is it?" Alex asked, excited to find out as well. You breathed in deeply before telling them.

"Well, yesterday, after school someone asked me out," you said, the both of them now intrigued. They both looked at you and asked you who it was, you quickly told them and they were shocked.  "Well, what did you say?" Matt asked, curious.

"I said yes," you answered. Alex looked up at you, not expecting you to ever have interest in the guy that asked you out. "What the fuck, love," Alex said loudly, everyone in the class looking back at him.  "Mr. Turner, for that, it will be detention," the teacher said. You glanced over at Matt then at Alex. You didn't think that he would get so mad over you dating, I mean, he's dated someone before, so why couldn't you date someone as well?

You and Alex didn't talk to each other for the rest of the school day, it was only when you all started walking home that you said something to each other. "So, did Alex tell you that he's now going to be the lead singer?" you asked Jamie and Andy, Alex looking up at you.

"What, really, Al?" Jamie asked, happy, him and Andy smiling like crazy. "Uh, y-yeah, I am," Alex answered, never once taking his eyes off you. "That's fucking amazing," Jamie laughed.

You slightly smiled at Alex, and he returned it. As you all walked to each others houses, you ran into a kid named Nick that you went to school with and that you all lived close to one another and you all said hi to him.

You reached Jamie's house first, then Andy's, then Matt's, then Alex's and finally yours. You went inside and went upstairs to your room, sitting on your bed, getting out your journal, writing about today.

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2003

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When you heard the doorbell ring, you immediately jumped up from you seat, rushing to the door and opening it, greeted by Alex's big eyes and his adorable smile, guitar in hand and a notebook in the other. You stepped aside and let him in, taking off his jacket and putting down his things in the family room as you shut the door.  "Hey, love. I've missed you," he said, hugging you. "I've missed you too, Al," you said, pulling away from the hug. "So, what did you want to show me?"

He sat down on the sofa, you sitting down beside him. "Well, me and the guys have been working this song for a few months now and I wanted to show you it before we play it tonight," he said, getting his guitar and the pick out of the case. "Okay then, sing away, Al," you laughed, excited to hear the song, knew that he put so much time and effort into his music and couldn't wait to hear it, hear his angelic voice.

"Uh, j-just keep in mind that the lyrics could possibly change by next month or so. So, yeah," he said, getting ready to strum his guitar.

'There's always somebody taller with more of a wit. And he's equipped to enthrall her and the friends think he's fit, and you just can't measure up, no, you don't have a prayer. Wishing that you made the most of her when she was there.

They've got engaged, no intention of a wedding. He pinched your bird and he probably kicked your head in. Bigger boys and stolen sweetheart. You're better off with out her anyway. You said you wasn't sad to see her go. Oh, no.'

You watched as he strung the cords on his guitar, watched as he played the little riff after finishing the second chorus.

'Have you heard what she's been doing, never did it for me. Picks her up at the school gate at twenty past three. She's been with all the boys, but never went very far. And she wagged english and science, just to go in his car.

They've got engaged, no intention of a wedding. He pinched me bird and he probably kicked my head in. No, now the girls a bone, but I'm sure they'll carry it on in similar ways.

Bigger boys and stolen sweethearts. Oh, I'm better off without her anyway. I said I wasn't sad to see her go, yeah, but I'm only pretending, you know. Yeah, I'm only pretending, you know. Yeah, I'm only pretending, you know. Oh, I'm only pretending, you know.'

He slowly stopped strumming, looking back up at you, an expression of worry, wondered if you liked the song or not. He hesitantly asked you what you thought about it, holding in his breath.

"Alex, I-I ... I love it, it's amazing!" you exclaimed, hugging him tightly. He let out his breath and hugged you back.

Though, as much as you liked the song, you knew that there was a reason for it, he always makes his songs have some sort of meaning, and you wondered what it was about. You pulled away from the hug and asked him, curious after you had the thought.

He breathed in deeply, exhaling before he started to speak. "Well, its about t-this girl ... that I like ... a-and before I 'ad the chance to ask her out, she told me that she was asked out by someone bigger than me and she said yes. A-and I feel as if they're going to get engaged with no wedding - a-and they've even talked about it too actually. Ever since then, Matt and them asked me if I was sad to see her with someone else, and every time I say that I'm fine, but the truth is that I'm probably not. Well, I know I'm not," he explained.

You were now more curious. Who was the girl? Did he like someone and not tell you? I mean, he told you everything let alone told the guys about who he liked. "Who's the girl?" you asked, propping your arm on your knees, holding up your head.

He didn't respond, just looked down at the floor. "Come on, do I know her?" you questioned, desperate to find out who it was.

"Well, yeah, k-kinda," he said nervously. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but the ringing of his phone stopped him from doing so. It was Matt. Alex answered and they chatted for a bit, hanging up after about seven minutes. "Alright, I'll see you in, like, ten minutes, maybe?" Alex said, putting his guitar back in the case and picking it up, grabbing his coat,

He walked to the front door and so did you, saying your goodbyes to one another. "Oh, and you're still going to the show tonight, right?" Alex questioned.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Al," you said, quickly adding that you'd be bringing your boyfriend, who you just now realized was much bigger than Alex and that you two had talked about marrying with no wedding. But that could just be a coincidence, right?

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2005

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You heard the door to the bathroom open, quickly wiping your tearstained face, still crying softly. "Love, are you in here?" they asked - it was Alex - and he now knew.  You stayed silent. Maybe he would just walk out, leave like everything was fine, even though it wasn't. He said your name now, wanting to know where you'd run off to, worried about you and what had happened.

You tried to conceal your cries, but a faint whimper left your lips and he heard, walking over to the stall that you were in. He opened the door, seeing you look up at him - nose red, face tearstained, makeup smudged because of the immense amount of crying you had done in only the matter of five minutes.

"Oh, love, what happened?" he said calmly, kneeling down beside you, hugging you and holding you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, crying into his shoulder, his shirt becoming damp from your tears. "Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay," he said, comforting you as best he could, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you and calm you down. You wanted to speak, wanted to tell him what happened, but every time you tried, the tears would start to come again, making it nearly impossible for you to speak.

It must have been twenty minutes before you were able to speak and be understandable and you lifted your head from Alex's shoulder. "Do you want to tell me what happened now, love?" he asked; you nodded, wiping your face.

"Uh, umm, w-well, I went to go get me and him some drinks and when I was finally able to get them and get back, he wasn't where he last was, so I looked around for him, and when I did finally find him, I saw him w-with another bitch all over each other. A-and I walked over to him to ask what the hell was going on and instead of him answering me, that bitch did and said that they'd been fucking ever since we started dating," you explained, talking about your boyfriend -well, ex-boyfriend now - tears welling up in your eyes. You closed your eyes, a few tears trailing down your face.

"Oh, love, I'm so, so sorry," Alex said, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. "Well, he's a fucking dumb cunt if he cheated on you," he smiled, trying to cheer you up.

"I know, but I really liked him," you replied, hugging him again, but this time tighter. "Can you take me home, please, Al?"

He nodded and you both exited the stall and bathroom, walking past the guys and telling what happened and where you were going. They all frowned and asked if you were okay, to which you replied with a "Yes, I am."

On your way out, he came up to you and tried apologizing, but you wouldn't listen and Alex wouldn't let you stay near him for more than five seconds at a time. Your now ex-boyfriend begged you to listen to him, and to Alex's dismay, you turned around to talk to him. "Babe, I'm so sorry, I don't know what the bloody hell I was thinking. Please, forgive me," he apologized. You looked over at Alex and he shook his head no.

"I-I ... no, I'm sorry," you said, turning back to Alex, walking out of the club, walking to Alex's, and his mums, car, getting in and starting to drive home. You stared out the window the entire time and either one of you hardly spoke, what had just happened enough for the both of you.

He was the first one to speak, breaking the silence that had plagued the car for ten minutes. "Love, can I tell you something?" he asked, pulling up to the curb beside your house. You nodded and he quickly spoke. "Y-you know the song I showed you about two years ago, Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" you replied, sitting up in the passenger seat. "Did you ever figure out who I wrote it about?" he asked you.

You shook your head no and asked who it was about. He just looked at you then at the floorboard. You were confused for a moment, then it hit you. You ex was much, much bigger than Alex, you and him always talked about getting married with no wedding, he always picked you up at twenty past three, and you did miss english and science to go in his car.

"It's ... about ... me?" you said in disbelief. He nodded. "Yeah, to be honest, I've always 'ad a crush on you, and the day I was going to ask you out, he did and that's why I got all mad when you told me," he explained. You blushed and slowly leaned in to kiss him.

"I like you too, Al," you smiled, kissing him softly, taking him by surprise. He kissed you back and cupped your face in his hands, yours going around his neck. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. He nudged your nose with his, eliciting a laugh from you. "You're so pretty," he said. "Be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you said. He smiled and pulled away whispering a 'yesss' to himself. You laughed and decided it was time to go inside, tired. You said your goodbyes and you walked in, going to your room.

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2006

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"I love you," Alex said, kissing your temple.

"I love you too, Al. I'm just going to miss you," you responded, kissing his lips this time. He had to leave, his band now taking off and gaining the popularity that they deserve and worked so hard for. You didn't want him to go, but he had to.

If you didn't have uni then you would've gone with him. You saw Matt and he waved Alex over, the band yelling 'goodbye' to you. "Goodbye, love, I'll call you as soon as we land," he said.

"You better," you joked, kissing him. "Don't forget about me, Turner."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said before walking away, waving you bye. You slowly turned around and walked outside to your car, soon receiving a text from Alex.

-

"I love you."

[wayward-mikaelson]

I Still Want You, I Still Need You-III. Fresh Air (NSFW)

Word Count: 2446

About: You and Bucky have grown more closer 

Characters: Bucky, Shuri, Steve (Mentioned), and Tony (Mentioned)

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It was supposed to get better with time but it barely did. You missed your brother a little more with each passing day. That didn’t mean you regretted your actions in taking a stand against him. You just missed the company and the humor your brother gave you.

You rolled over onto you back, and stared at the ceiling. It had been a year since everything had went down. A long but enjoyable year. For three months you worked late into the night with Shuri to find a way to fix Bucky. When the two of you found a way, you hugged Shuri tight before calling Steve. Steve was thrilled by the news. Since then, since waking Bucky up and removing what Hydra did to him, everything was, again, perfect.

The bed shifted around you and soon a strong, warm arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to their chest. Smooth lips were pressed to your forehead and they were soon slowly trailing down to the base of your neck. You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes. The arm that held you, trailed a hand slowly down to your hips. Leaving goosebumps trailing behind it.

“You’re up early,” the words were right by your ear. They instantly sent a shiver down your spine and put a small smile on you face. “What’s on your mind?”

You open your eyes to see Buck’y’s blue eyes staring right into yours. Those eyes have gotten to know you almost inside and out over the last few months. His long dark hair fell around his face. The smile on his face had you craving a deep and passionate kiss.

Shortly after you had woken Bucky up from the cyro and fixed, he wanted to be alone for a few days. You knew it was good for him to process things clearly but something in you made you feel real anxious about it. You gave him four days and went out to see how he was doing. It was there in front of that lake, he asked if he could kiss you. He explained that he wanted to make sure he was really himself before kissing you.

The two of you had grown much more closer since. There were stolen kisses here and there. Small cute lunch dates Bucky planned for the two of you. You even remember the night you told him that you loved him. The two of you were sitting on your couch when you told him your feelings for him. That night was the first night you and Bucky had sex.

“Events of the past year,” you reached out to touch his face. As you spoke you trailed your hand down to his chest. “From fighting with my brother to working endless into the night with Shuri to missing my brother to falling in love with you.”

Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft and gentle. “I think I can take your mind off that,” he mumbled and smiled against your lips.

Before you could say anything, Bucky dove under the covers. He was quick for someone who had one arm. When you told Bucky about his new arm Shuri was putting together, Bucky told you he didn’t want it. Not unless he was needed. Bucky did real well with just his right arm. If he wasn’t a super soldier, you were sure that he would have some troubles.

Bucky lifted up the oversized shirt you wore and kissed your stomach, letting his growing beard brush over your soft skin. You felt his fingers brush along your thighs causing you suck in a breath and squirm.

“You won’t be needing these,” Bucky’s fingers hook around the elastic of your underwear and he pulled them down. You shift your hips up to help him out. Soon you felt the silk sheets against your bare skin. “What were you thinking about?” he hummed while trailing a slow kiss around your thighs.

You opened your mouth to remind him about your morning. “Buck…Oh my god!”

Bucky didn’t give you any warning, he just dove right in like a man who was starved for years. With one hand you covered you muffled the small cry that came out of your mouth. With the other you grasped a hand full of the sheet and arched your back. Bucky sucked and licked at your clit like it was going to be his last meal. Your started to knot and you knew you weren’t going to last long. You reached a hand under the cover and twisted it around his hair and pushed him further into you.

He sucked harder and licked faster. You could barely keep your whimpers silent. No matter how hard you covered your mouth or bit your lip. Each whimper and moan was louder than the last. The two of you shared the room that you were given upon your arrival and had a few neighbors. But, Bucky new how to draw your whimpers and moans out louder and longer. And that’s what Bucky was aiming for and he was winning. You shot your other hand under the overs tangled it into his hair with the other. You slowly thrusts your hips up into his face.

Bucky moaned into you making the tightening in your stomach tighter. His fingers dug deep into your right thigh. You moaned out Bucky’s name and pushed him further into you. Bucky thrusted his tongue into you and thought you going to loose it right then and there.

“Fuck,” you cried as Bucky fucked you with his tongue. You felt yourself getting closer to that sweet release. “Bucky, please. I’m getting…” With a strangled cry, you felt your orgasm rocket through your body. Bucky didn’t stop his sucking and licking, he wanted to drag it out for as long he could.

As your body relaxed, Bucky poked back to the surface. His gorgeous blue eyes were a shade darker and laced with lust. He wasn’t done with you yet and that made you all excited again. You watched as he straighten up and effortlessly took his boxers off. Freeing his long, thick throbbing cock. You felt your eyes grow darker with lust as well.

You met Bucky half way and crashed your lips to his. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your tongue passed his lips and fought for dominance until he gave up. Bucky wrapped his arm around you and flipped onto his back until you were straddling him.

“I’m all yours, Doll,” Bucky leaned his head back onto the pillow and stared up at you with a smile.

You line your entrance up with Bucky’s cock and slowly take him in. Locking eyes with each other, the two of you moan. Bucky’s hand snaked it’s way up your shirt and grabbed hold of one of your breasts. With a firm squeeze from Bucky, you throw your head back and whimper out his name.

Suddenly, Bucky’s hand reached up and grabbed your neck and pulled you down. His grip was firm and left enough room for you to breath. He soon held your face two inches from his. A firm and dark look formed in his eyes as he wiggled his hips and began to thrust up into you.

Hard.

Deep.

Relentless.

You groaned. You moaned. You cried. You whimpered. You clawed at his arm and chest as the pleasure in your stomach built once more. Bucky never once took his hand off your neck. His grip even remained the same.

“Fuck, Doll,” Bucky groaned in between his thrusting. “You feel so fucking good around my cock. You take it too well.” He thrusted up deeper, if that were possible. He was already hitting all the right spots. His cock was already rubbing your walls in all the right ways. His pelvic bone was even rubbing your clit, hard with each thrust.

You whimpered in response and felt yourself start to tighten around his cock. Bucky moaned at the sensation. The more you tightened around him, the closer it was to bringing him closer to his release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimpered as your gripped hold of Bucky’s hand with your own. You were getting closer.

“Not yet, Doll, not yet,” Bucky managed to get out. He was focused on his thrusting. Trying to get deeper into you. You could feel the tip of his cock on your cervix now and it took everything in your from losing it.

“Alright, Doll,” Bucky groaned. “Cum, cum with me.”

The two of you let out strangled moans. Bucky’s hips dug deep into you as he filled you up with his cum. You drug your nails down his arms, leaving long red lines in their wake. Bucky’s arm gave out and you fell onto his chest. His twitching cock still inside you.

“What were saying earlier?” Bucky chuckled as he rubbed your back.

You rolled off him and stared at him. His eyes were slowly brightening up now that the deed was done. “Nothing anymore.”

“Good,” Bucky rolled onto his side and pressed his lips to yours.

A knock was on the door. “You two better be done in there.” Shuri’s voice rang from the other side. Your eyes widened and you wondered how long she had stood there for.

“Yes,” you quickly jumped out of bed and started to dress for the day. “Lunch?” you turned to Bucky as you quickly threw your hair up in a hair band.

“Yes, one hundred percent,” Bucky smiled up at you. “I have something to give you, as well.”

You smiled and leaned down and quickly kissed Bucky. “I can’t wait.”

***

A few hours have passed and Shuri has worked you harder than she had that whole week. You knew that she was just getting you back for being late. When you complete a task, she threw another one right at you. You couldn’t complain because, each task she gave you, you ended up liking for some strange reason.  

When lunch came around, you quickly finished up your task at hand. As you turned to leave, Shuri was suddenly in front of you. “Son of…” your hand flew to your chest. If your heart wasn’t beating, it was now and you could feel it through your shirt.

“Now where do you think you’re going?”  Shuri had her arms crossed, an eyebrow raised, and a smirk on her face. “Wasn’t breakfast enough?”

Your face felt hot. “It’s just lunch, Shuri,” you said once you were convinced you weren’t going to smile like a school girl about that morning’s events. “Something I do with my boyfriend.”

Shuri dropped her arms. “Very well then, hold up, I have something for The White Wolf.”

You followed her back to her work station where she handed you a small box. “You call Bucky The White Wolf?”

“Yes, and I was instructed to tell you not to open this.”

“Okay,” you began to walk out of the lab. “I’ll be back hopefully in an hour.”

You met Bucky right outside the Border Tribe. He had been helping farmers out with anything they needed help with. It ranged from plowing the land to harvesting foods. Tending to animals to house/hut repairs. Bucky never once complained about his work. In fact, he loved it. He voiced it to you on many occasions and told you that one day, he hoped to have a farm of sorts.

The two of you sat on a blanket and ate. The food came from one of the older farmers that Bucky helped out with. The two of you talked about your day so far. There was laughter and moans of embarrassment when you told Bucky about Shuri’s breakfast comment.

“You know,” you pushed back your plate of fruit. You placed your head on his lap. “You got yourself a little nickname.”

“The White Wolf?” Bucky’s eyes glanced down towards you. “Yeah, I’ve heard and I like it. You?”

You smiled. “I love it!”

Bucky reached across from you and picked up the box you handed him. “This is what I wanted to give you. Only if you want it though.” Bucky started to stumble over his words. “I mean, I hope you take it.”

You sat up and smiled at the super soldier. You placed a hand on his face and said “Just open the box.” You had been dying to know what was in that box the whole time you carried it. It was unlike Bucky to keep something secret from you and with him stumbling over his words and beads of sweat rolling down his face, he really wanted you like it.

Bucky stared at you for a minute before one handedly opening it. “A few weeks ago, I had Shuri make this for you. It’s small but not too shiny. I remember you saying you didn’t like that.” Bucky slide the open box towards you and your mouth dropped.

There, sitting on little tiny pillow, was a silver band. You took it you of the box and held it in your hand. “Bucky,” you whispered. “Are you trying to…”

“Yes,” Bucky’s voice shook as he answered you. He took the ring from you and you watched as he got up on one knee. You could see the nervousness on his face. “Y/N Stark,” His voice continued to shake. “I know it’s only been like eight months. Where I come from, if you find love like ours, you jump on it. So,” Bucky took a deep breath and licked his lips. “Y/N, will you marry me? Be mine forever?”

You felt the corner of your mouth twitch into a smile. Without a word, you leapt into Bucky’s arm. He gripped you tight as the two of you tumbled into the grass. You placed a deep and passionate kiss to his lips before pulling back. You wanted to drink in this moment.

“Is that a yes?” Bucky mumbled against your lips. You felt the smile already.

“Yes,” you pulled back and see those blue eyes light brighter than you’ve ever seen before. Bucky pulled you back into his chest and crashed his lips to yours for just a brief moment.

“You’ve made me he happiest man on the planet.” Bucky placed the small band on your left ring finger. “And I will do the best I can, for the rest of our lives, to make you the happiest woman ever. Starting with building a home for us. Right where we are sitting.”

You giggled and kissed Bucky gently. “I love you, my White Wolf.”

[rockinggirl06]

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY 💕

✨A Jily Songfic Oneshot✨

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Warnings: none ! Pure beautiful fluff !

Note: I highly recommend keeping the song on repeat on Spotify while reading the oneshot =)

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A one-shot inspired by and about Jily's wedding night and after. A James POV in verse. A Lily POV in chorus.

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Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?

The boy woke up from his slumber. Shaking his head, he tried to recollect the memories of the night before. A cheeky grin enveloped his features as the thoughts of the day before flooded his mind.

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me

His eyes fell upon the redheaded angel-like face, her chest heaving slightly up and down with every breath. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair which seemed more untidy than ever due to last night's.. *ahem* activities.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?

Was this it? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had it all been a dream? He already found it hard to believe that the girl had actually agreed to go out with him in seventh year..

Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine?

And now she was under his sheets. His sheets.

Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss

The uncountable times James Fleamont Potter had confessed his undying love for her to which she would just roll her eyes at the boy's childishness. All those times he tried to steal a kiss during their little studying sessions and how she simply would playfully stick out her tongue at him.

And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this,

His three mates had grown tired of hearing the lovesick boy's mutterings about how he'd one day marry her. And his parchment and quills were also very  aware of the boy's hopelessness as random doodles with her name entwined always found their way on the corners of essays.

I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl

And there she was. The girl he had chased for as long as he can remember. Bright fiery red hair with a fiery personality to match: Lily Evans.

Potter now, actually.

And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world

The way he spinned her around wih glee when she nodded a tearful yes, the way a certain professor had gotten a wedding invitation with a "PS. I told you she loved me, Minnie." And the way he had sang louder than anyone else in the shower that day possibly making the entire Gryffindor house aware of his joy. The boy was head over heels in love, and well, she was falling too.

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Truly, madly, deeply, I am

And he was on his knee. A gasp escaped from her mouth. This was the moment. Their moment. All her subtle stolen glances at him and the way he made her heart flutter everytime a teasing 'Evans' drawed from his lips.. all of that had lead to this. Tears lined her eyes as she nodded a yes.

Foolishly, completely falling

As a friendship blossomed between the destined pair, they took on their head boy and head girl duties. Potter had stopped with his continual display of affections to the girl and yet now the girl had started falling. Hard. Maybe she always liked him along the way. And it definitely didn't help how much taller and handsome he had grown over the summer.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

And one day she couldn't help herself. On a patrol as usual as ever, she pinned the boy against the wall and kissed him. All those walls set up came crashing down as their lips crashed.

So baby, say you'll always keep me

After breaking apart, a red hue similar to her hair took over her corsage as the boy simply grinned in amusement and euphoria, and teased, "Alright there, Evans?"

Did she really hate the messy haired boy with the glasses? Nah she didn't.

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

With all the roses and candles the boy had set up at their first night together as husband and wife, she couldn't have asked for anything else. And here she was remembering the events of last night where she had pulled his body into hers and made love as he kissed each and every one of her freckles softly.

In love with you

She was truly in love. In crazy, stupid, cliché, cheesy but beautiful love.

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Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed?

She lay beside him and for the first time, he was confused. What was he supposed to do?? Prepare her breakfast? That would please her, right? His father always cooked for his mother. And he definitely could make a mean omelette.

And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said?

But would that be the newly wed "husband" thing to do? Maybe he should wake her up murmuring sweet things in her ear? But on the other hand, the last time he woke her up, he'd gotten himself punched square in the jaw. And Evans —Potter! He kept forgetting yet always corrected himself with a shy smile— was rather strong.

And tender touches, just to show you how I feel

His tense shoulders relaxed as he simply admired the sight before him. Caressing her face, he tucked some of her red locks behind her ear as he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. He could simply count all the freckles on her face over and over again. He'd never get tired of looking at her.

Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal?

Maybe he should just get up and shower. Did girls like it when boys made fuss about this or not? Well, then again, it was their wedding night. All doubts from his head were washed away as she gave a small smile and leaned into the touch of his hand which lay caressing her cheek. Maybe he'd just stay here for a few more moments, he decided.

Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this

And to think everyone in the wizarding work knew we were on the brink of war. No! He refused to think of that right now. 'Live in the moment,' his best friend had always told him. And that's what he did. He snuggled closer towards the girl, putting an arm over her gently, and pulled her flush against his bare chest.

I'll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and her sweet flowery scent consumed his senses. Their bodies entangled together beautifully and he couldn't think of a better day to start a day. He could now. He would now wake up every day to the love of his life. Maybe until when they were 100. Yeah, yeah he definitely would, the boy declared in his thoughts.

'Cause here's the tragic truth if you don't feel the same

People might consider it rather childish: the way he would confess his love for her ever since their third year. But he truly meant every love confession to her growing up. Maybe it was the sweet tinkling sound of her laughter, or her adorable pout whenever Flitwick assigned extra homework or Merlin, it was probably that one time she flirted with him after a Quidditch Match which caused him to become infatuated with her forever.

My heart would fall apart if someone said your name

And he truly loved her so much, words were never enough to describe it. He really hoped she felt the same.

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And truly, madly, deeply, I am

"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid." She meant that actually. James Potter was definitely an arrogant toerag. But that's the thing. He was.

Somewhere along the way, the prideful egotistic boy had become a caring and proper man.  Her green eyes couldn't help but linger on him more as his usual bullying time was replaced by maturity. That time turned into taking care of his werewolf friend, or even time for comforting his best friend who cried into his arms in the corner of the common room some nights.

And soon enough, a friendship blossomed between the unlikely pair of the redhead and the brunet.

Foolishly, completely falling

And sooner it turned into more..

"Ariel, Ariel uh- let down your window?" One night, a rather confused whisper came from Lily's bedroom window. With a startle the girl rushed to slide up the windowpane and was met with the lopsided grin and the familiar hazel eyes with a playful twinkle looking back at her. "Potter!" She shook her head with a chuckle as she allowed him in. "Evans.. I missed you, okay?" he drawed out sheepishly as he gently pulled her closer by her waist. Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked up at him.

And somehow you kicked all my walls in

The boy leaned down towards her lips unable to resist the girl any longer but Lily turned away at the last moment (resulting a rather sad pout on the boy's lips) as she heard her name being called downstairs. "Lily! Next time your boyfriend wants to visit at 12 am, tell him to use the door, okay? My rose bushes are ruined!!"

So baby, say you'll always keep me

And now she was waking up beside him.

She meekly opened her right eye to see if her husband —yes, husband she reminded herself proudly—was still asleep. A lazy smile on his lips, she was greeted with a drawl in his low morning voice, "Good morning, Evans."

Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you

His infuriating smirks had now grown into breathtaking smiles. And he gave her one right now earning a blush upon the girl's cheeks. In his arms and close was exactly where Lily wanted to be. She smiled back endearing and simply looked at him with awe, treasuring the moment, before closing the distance between them. As she pecked his soft lips, she murmured into them, 'Potter, actually."

She was his and him, hers.

All was well.

Anyone catch the ending words reference? The first time I heard this song some months ago (maybe even a year oop—) , I just knew it SCREAMED #Jily. And so here I am finally writing and publishing this !

Thanks for reading and love you all you beautiful people !

Riri <3

[canonconspiracy]

The Millennium Rose (Teaser)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21​

Pairing: Yami Yugi/Atem x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence, loneliness (?), nothing gets more violent than the series itself - Rated T.

Posted on AO3 (rmorningstar21) as The Millenium Rose; Posted on Wattpad (rmorningstar21) as The Cursed Millennium Rose, and The Struggling Millennium Rose - Third book for Wattpad coming soon as “The Rejuvenated Millennium Rose”. 

AN: Okay, so I will be the first to admit that my The Millennium Rose series is an older series of mine - one of the first chapter stories I truly got invested in.  It’s been on hiatus for quite some time, but that hiatus will be coming to an end soon. For those of you who haven’t stumbled upon this on either platform, I wanted to share a little teaser (first chapter) of my series.  This follows from Season 1 onwards..  Reader and Atem are married before Pharaoh Atem is sealed in the Millennium Puzzle. I was going to end this one after the Battle City Finals, but due to popular request, posting will begin after my current commission chapter story is up.  I typically age up, but was started prior to doing so.  Due to the rating, I haven’t changed that.  Wanted to keep it accessible for all readers.

A chill crawled up your spine, stinging with each centimeter it moved, grasping your hands tightly to your arms to attempt to shield yourself.  Though you were not sure exactly what you were shielding yourself from, albeit the pain or the darkness that was engulfing your body. As you felt the darkness falling hard upon you, like a weighted blanket that you could not hold, a faint light laid on the floor, illuminating each twisting maze as you stepped.  Each time you walked further through the maze, you could feel the pain increasing, beginning to make your steps more and more tedious. You attempted to call out, to call for his name in the dark, with no avail. Your mouth opened, but as the air escaped your lungs, your voice did not ring. It was almost like choking - the pain that strode into your lungs from your throat - but you could not utter a single word.

Hours passed as you circled the maze, walking in each and every stone cold direction, the pain of the chills slowly seething your skin.  Your surroundings were blackness, and yet you seemed to walk in a labyrinth, swearing that you had turned this way prior, been in each and every spot before, again and again.  Inaudible cries of pain burned in your throat as you continued to walk on, your legs growing tired, lungs constricting. Hopelessness swelled in your chest as you continued on and on, silent tears beginning to fall from your tired eyes.  

Your tired, crying eyes met a figure, merely ten feet away from where you were walking in what seemed like a room.   For a moment you froze, studying the figure, but as you were met with lilac orbs, you took your exhausted legs and ran towards the figure.  The small glimmer of hope taunted you, showing you the man that kept your legs going on your weighted journey, lonesome darkness entangling down to your very soul.  Hope swelled in your chest as you ran, but as you did the room began to get further away, his lilac orbs seeming to grow smaller and smaller away from your vision. Still your feet patted forward until there was no ground beneath you.

As the ground had disappeared, you had begun your journey downward.  Hastily the gravity took your body, plummeting into a deep abyss. Tears once again rained from your eyes.  Your heart dropped as you did, and you tried so hard to scream, feeling it scratching at your throat, constricting it.

He was gone, and you had failed to reach him.

***

You awoke with soaked cheeks and labored breaths, before glancing around and realizing that you were not in that labyrinth any longer.  Another nightmare, you thought to yourself, though every day you lived the nightmares that you slept with.  I miss him.   Ironically, your nightmares had held your memory intact over time, reminding you of the reason you kept on fighting day in and day out in this monotonous world.  Though you would never be able to forget his handsome face, his lilac orbs burned into your skull. As your y/e/c eyes scanned the room, it was simply a relatively plain room surrounding you, little trinkets upon your dresser in the form of plush monsters, and your deck sitting comfortably next to a kuriboh plush that you had grown to adore.  Attempting to steady your breath, you wiped your face free of the salty sadness and glanced at the time flashing upon your alarm clock, your eyes still holding a light redness from when you had been crying in your sleep. Springing to your feet, you nearly fell over, steadying yourself on the side of your bed before further action. Your head was woozy with the newfound movement, the room slowly coming back to you as your dizzy spell passed you.

Making your way to your small, gray walled bathroom, you threw your prior clothes aside and hopped into a quick shower.  Hastily you scrubbed yourself with your f/s body gel, not getting enough time to even enjoy the kisses of the warm water that drenched over your frigid body.  In less than five minutes time, you were already dressed, hair dried, and grabbing at your black messenger bag that laid next to the door. You tucked your deck safely into your bag before gentle fingers reached to touch lightly upon your golden wristband.  For a moment, you allow your eyes to close, thinking of your wristband. It held the symbol to keep your life intact as well as cursed, leaving you to deal with the merits and disappointments of this life. Then as your eyes were still closed, those lilac eyes showed in your mind, reminding you of the reason you keep on with this silly charade, hoping that one day everything will change.

Practically jogging out the door, you made your way to your new life once again.  Domino High School, as you read upon the sign, looked bustling and boring from the eyes of a woman who had attended countless high school’s over time.  The crowds had shown that it was definitely a more lively school than the last you had attended, though not as lively as the one you had attended prior.  Maybe if you did not forever look 16, you would not have to attend so many boring lectures in your life, but you had attended plenty in your time, across the globe.  Each curriculum merely had minor changes to it, if any, and you had to purposely get things wrong from time to time to not seem out of the ordinary. The world changed and grew around you, while you stayed the same, the same h/c h/l, and young y/e/c orbs.  The only thing that had changed over time was your skin, which had lightened from your Egyptian tan to a pale ivory, just as everyone else looked around you. It was just another boring day in monotony for you, but there was a presence around that had kept you on your toes as you entered your newfound high school.  You could feel something was different in the world now, which had rose excitement and fear in your young body.

***

You were coming out of your geometry class, holding your books tightly to your chest and walking quickly to your locker before lunch, your eyes at your feet as you walked.  As you did so, you were lost in thought, and before you knew it, you whacked directly into something solitary, causing you to stumble backwards, staring up in a moment of terror.  What you had found was that you ended up slamming directly into another student, and blush began rising in your cheeks from the embarrassment. It was needless to say that the boy looked unpleasant with his round face that seemed to hold a permanent scowl.  The boy looked as if he were maybe 17, largely boned, while you had a very tiny frame, yet he glared angrily at you as if you had pushed him off of a cliff. On the other hand, you were the one with the books scattered all over the ground, and the impact had caused your tailbone to whack the floor, causing a sharp, yet temporary pain.

“I’m so sorry!” you said frantically, grabbing your books quickly and pulling yourself to your feet.  You bowed slightly in respect and began to rush off before you felt a pull at the back of your uniform.  Seconds later, you were pinned against the wall, staring up at the unpleasant boy you had angered, his face looking even more unpleasant than previously.  It was as if the anger building in him was surfacing due to what you would assume was a slight inconvenience.

“Don’t think just because you’re new you can get away with that,” he growled, pressing harder against your shoulder.  

Just my luck that I run into the school bully on my first day here, you thought to yourself, your heart pounding in your chest.  This was not particularly an uncommon occurrence for you, seeing as you had attended plenty of high schools over the last couple thousand years, but nevertheless, you were still a relatively scrawny girl with a 16 year old body.  Old souls still did not have super strength, after all. Though you could likely send him to the shadow realm, doing something so rash on your first day would have been a mistake that you would have to live with for the rest of the time you could attend school there, and you shied away from that idea.  “I didn’t mean to harm you,” you said cowering back, pain beginning to build in the shoulder he was pressing on. “I-I it’ll never happen again.” You attempted your best fake smile, and yet it dropped almost immediately as the rage fueled his face, watching it scrunch even more.

The boy drew his free hand back, and was about to send it directly into your face.  You could see the build up, and your eyes squeezed shut tightly. After a few moments without impact, you opened your eyes back up to see the boy being held back by another student.  “You shouldn’t hit a lady,” the slender boy said with the relatively pointed hair, all coming up at the top. As you finally were fully registering what was going on, you saw that the boy was holding the bully’s fist, twisting it slightly.  “And if you don’t let go of her, we are going to have problems, buddy.”  

The school bully that was about to attack you cowardly ran away, letting go of your shoulder, and letting your body slump to the floor.  You could hear a few people talking to the boy that had just saved you, but you were too busy trying to control your breathing, and attempting to ignore the pain that seared through your shoulder.  After a few moments, you noticed a hand outstretched to you, paired with a gentle smile on the boy’s face whom had just saved you. With your good arm you had taken it, letting him bring you to your feet.  

“Uh, thank you, so very much,” you said bowing slightly, a formal gesture that you had not broken over so many years.  You smiled softly at the boy, holding your books tightly to you, despite the pain that you felt still radiating through your shoulder.  There was no doubt that the bully had at least left a bruise upon your shoulder from the pressure he was using, and though he was a coward to the boy that had saved you, he likely would have slammed a fist directly into your face.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” the boy said with a genuine smile.  

You had nodded at his words, meekly saying, “I just moved here.”  In actuality, of course you had just moved there, but you knew that every school was basically the same.  Each school that you had run into, you had your share of those issues. Sometimes there were kind strangers willing to help, occasionally you had friends that had your back, and then sometimes you would have to deal with a swift fist hitting you somewhere.  Bullies were a common occurrence for high schools, and that was one of the few things that made you regret not aging.

“I’m Tristan, and these are my friends.”  He gestured back to the group you assumed you were hearing while you were still on the floor.  

“I’m Tea,” a girl with short brunette hair said with a kind smile.

A boy with a Brooklyn accent and blonde hair said next, “I’m Joey.”

And the last boy could have given you a heart attack standing right there.  He said, “I’m Yugi,” but as you noticed the spiked multi color hair on his head, the first thing you thought of was him.  Your heart skipped a beat, though the boy was definitely smaller than the one that you longed so desperately for. The differences were subtle, and yet you could see each one.  His stature, for one, and for two, the shaping of his eyes was much more child-like than him, though they held the same lilac color. Yugi had a shy, yet kind smile upon his face, and continued with, “Would you like to come with us to lunch?”

For a moment, you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.  As you weighed your options, you studied the group, though your eyes were mainly set upon the boy who called himself Yugi.  He was so much like him, and yet not. If he was a reincarnation of him, would that be even possible? As your y/e/c orbs raked over the peculiar group, you noticed something odd hanging from the short boy’s neck.  Just as your item held your wrist was Egyptian, you could clearly see that what he had was an artifact, a very familiar one for that matter. Thinking, you glanced to your wrist, and back to it, and it dawned upon you, making you nod quickly.  “I-I would love to, thank you,” you said rushed, realizing that you had been standing there in awe and silence. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

As you walked with the group, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at the Millennium Puzzle adorning the young boy’s neck.  Maybe, you wondered to yourself, but attempted to shake the thought of as you stood in line with the group and got lunch with them all.  Even if it was, would he remember me?  

When the group had gotten their lunches, you sat beside Tea and Yugi while Tristan and Joey sat across from you three.  Through your peripheral vision, you would occasionally catch small glances of Yugi, particularly of the millennium item adorning his neck.  Excitement was rising in your chest, even paired with a small bit of hope that you could be right. If the prophecy was truly real, then you would be right.  What ifs ran through your mind as you thought more and more about it, though you attempted to keep regular conversation going on with the group when necessary.  They seemed like kind people, and even if somehow you were wrong, you picked the right group to hang out with for this attended school.

[penmansparadise]

Damon Salvatore Imagine Requested - Forever

* I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS POSTED* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNERS*

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted any imagines!  I’m sorry for being MIA a lot, but I appreciate all of my followers.  Anyway, this was a request from my Wattpad!  Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you all enjoy it! Xx.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader 

Warnings: Mild language and mentions of sex.  It’s also a little steamy in the beginning.

Word Count: 3324

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His hands tangled in your hair, pulling slightly. You let out a low moan as his lips connected with your exposed neck. His tongue drew circles on your sensitive skin, and you were sure there was going to be a bright blue bruise when he was done. You let your fingertips trail down his toned chest feeling every muscle ripple under your touch. His right hand moved to cup your breast over your bra, earning another moan. He smirked against your neck and let out a breathy chuckle. The way his breath brushed over your skin sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes were closed in complete bliss when the front door flew open.

"Hey, Damon, I was curious if – OH MY GOD!" Caroline threw her hands over her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had company."

You scrambled out from under Damon's wandering hands and pulled your shirt over your head. Standing up, you did your best to fix your hair, even though you knew it looked like a mess. Damon huffed,

"It's fine, Caroline. We were just catching up. It's been a while since I've last seen Y/N."

He smirked at you sending your stomach into a fit of butterflies. You could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks when he took your hand in his. You gave Caroline a curt nod as Damon led you out the door and to your car. As you fumbled around your purse for your keys, Damon's hands began to wander your body again. You giggled as he traced the curves of your body and then started to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger.

"So," he said, "same time tomorrow? And, hopefully, we won't be disturbed."

You rolled your eyes at him, but leaned in and looked up through your eyelashes.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

He smirked at you before planting a hungry kiss on your lips. You gave his chest a little pat, then got into your car and drove off watching his figure disappear in your rearview mirror.

You and Damon go way back. Back in 1895, you were considered the best seamstress in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Men and women alike would seek you out to patch up pants or create custom made clothes. Damon sought you out one day to make him a custom suit, and that's when your friends with benefits relationship began. It started out innocent. He would come back week after week to see you. At first, he would bring in shirts that needed new buttons or a pair of pants that needed to be tailored. But, soon, he would just start showing up. There was always a strong sexual tension between the two of you, and one day, in the small closet in your shop, you acted upon it. The rest was history. The two of you laid some ground rules:

1) No sex during work hours; only in the evening when no one will suspect anything.

2) No forms of PDA allowed including, but not limited to: hand-holding, kissing, hugging, and the like.

3) No pet names unless during sex.

And lastly

4) No feelings!

Your friends with benefits relationship lasted for years. It wasn't until the 1920s that things began to change. Stefan went through his ripper phase, taking Damon away from you. He left Mystic Falls, went to war, and off after Stefan, and you went to New York City. You went years thinking that he died in the war. That was until, fast forward to the present, you found yourself back in Mystic Falls and staring down the back of your beloved Damon at the old bar.

After that meet up, the two of you picked up right where you left off. For months, Damon would call you when he craved you and vice versa. At one point, you gave him a spare key to your house for late-night meet-ups. The rules were relatively the same, but somewhere along the line, you couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, you began to feel something more. When he would kiss you goodnight, your dead heart would jump alive. When he called you "love" or "baby girl," your whole body would tingle. There was never supposed to be feelings, and you kicked yourself for breaking the most important rule. You tried to push them away, but the harder you pushed, the stronger they grew. One night, after receiving a text from him, you were forced to face your feelings.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, taking in your clothes and slumped shoulders. Your throat already felt tight with the thought of what you had to do.

"Fuck," you said to your reflection.

You did one last once over before exiting your house and driving to the Salvatore Boarding House.

The house was dark, as it usually was during your late meet-ups. You entered the house like normal and went to Damon's room. Your footsteps and shallow breaths seemed to echo off the tall walls. You pushed his door open, and he was perched in his bed, shirtless and smirking, like usual. Instead of joining him, you stood in the doorway. Tears were already threatening to spill over, but you did your best to swallow them back. Damon could tell something was wrong.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"No, Damon," you said, "I can't do this anymore."

You cleared your throat as his eyebrows arched upward.

"I don't want to do this anymore."

"W-why? If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm just," you stopped and took a slow but shaky breath, "I want something more with my life, Damon. We can be just friends, and that's it."

Damon's mouth fell slightly agape. He took a breath in to speak, but you cut him off.

"Just friends, Damon. Please."

His dark eyes were void of emotion as they bore into yours. He was quiet for a beat before sighing and simply saying,

"Okay."

You gave him a nod, then turned and walked out. As soon as you were walking down the long hallway, you let the tears fall. You knew the house like the back of your hand, so being unable to see where you were going was not a problem. It became an issue when you ran into a solid object you soon realized was Stefan. His hands gripped your arms, preventing you from falling. You kept your head down as you tried to wipe the sadness from your face.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Stefan," you said, doing your best to wiggle out of his hold, "I just need to go."

His feet were planted, and his hands did not slack.

"I'm not gonna just let you run out of my house crying. Come sit with me and have a drink."

You hesitated, staring at his empathetic smile before finally giving in. His smile widened as he led you to the sitting room. You and Stefan talked about everything and nothing all while drowning your feelings in bourbon. He told you what his favorite movie was, and you told him why you had a fear of flying. He detailed his darkest moments during the 1920s when he turned into The Ripper. You told him about life in the city and your affair with the notorious mob boss Lucky Luciano.

"You did not have an affair with Lucky Luciano."

"I'm telling you, I did! He was so tall and looked so good in those pinstripe suits. He bought me anything I wanted. Jewelry, purses, clothes, shoes, anything. And, he was a great kisser."

He just laughed at you before pouring another drink. Bottle after bottle was emptied while the two of you laughed throughout the night. At some time during the early morning hours, you ran out of liquor. Stefan had his arm draped over the back of the couch, and your head found residence on his shoulder. You were drunk, but you didn't care. It felt nice to be cuddled up next to someone fully clothed for a change. You nuzzled into Stefan's neck.

"You know, we've never actually bonded like this."

"Well," he said, already chuckling, "you were always too busy fucking my brother to notice me, so..."

You punched his arm lightly and threw your head back laughing.

"Oh, shut up!"

Your eyes met his and held his stare. His eyes were much softer than Damon's, and they looked at you with such patience rather than lust.

"I like this, though."

Your eyes darted down to his lips before finding his eyes again.

"I like you, Stefan."

He let out a light laugh,

"You're drunk, Y/N."

"No, seriously," you said a little too quickly, "I want to do this again."

"Me too."

The two of you held the other's gaze for a bit longer before you started to lean your head toward his. You knew that the liquor was making you more confident than usual, but you didn't stop. When he leaned in too, you knew for sure you wanted to kiss him. Your eyes shut just as his lips landed on yours. It was slow and sensual. His hand held the back of your head, deepening the kiss just slightly. It was nice, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but compare it to kissing Damon.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you back to reality. You pushed yourself away from Stefan and brushed your fingers through your hair. When you looked up to see Damon's hard stare on you, your cheeks grew warm. Every feature on his face was more rigid than usual. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were as dark as his jet-black hair. Without dropping your gaze, he grabbed one of the empty bottles and grunted.

"I see you two had a good night."

Neither Stefan nor you said anything in return. Instead, you stood and grabbed your bag, avoiding Damon's stare.

"I should get going. Thanks for last night, Stefan."

He didn't say anything back as you rushed out of the house. Even as you were getting into your car, you could feel Damon's eyes on you. You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest as you drove off.

Damon moved on faster than you expected after that encounter. When you went over to see Stefan, Damon would always be wearing a different girl on his arm. You tried not to care, but your heart consistently betrayed you. It was only a few weeks after you and Stefan shared that kiss before he asked you to be his girlfriend. He took you to dinner, and just before he dropped you off at home, he popped the question. You said, "Yes," even though you felt your heart was not truly in it.

Much to your surprise, Stefan was the perfect boyfriend. He treated you like a Queen and took you on dates. He held your hand, opened doors for you, and brushed stray hairs out of your face.  His kisses were so sweet and innocent, something you never experienced before. He was everything you should have wanted.

About two months after you started dating, Stefan told you he loved you. He took you to a beautiful grove for a picnic date. It was so well planned. The flowers were in bloom, decorating your surroundings in a sea of vibrant blues and yellows. He had all your favorite foods neatly wrapped in cling wrap, and your favorite drink chilled to just the right temperature. The date was picture-perfect, but you could feel his energy was off. When he began to fidget with the basket, you started to feel sick. You knew what was coming.

"I know it's only been two months, but I've known you for years. I feel so comfortable around you, Y/N, and I feel like it's the right time to tell you how I really feel."

His eyes were so sincere when he took your hands in his.

"I love you, Y/N."

You looked down, feeling like you were going to throw up right there.

"Stefan."

The silence was deafening. But, when you didn't say anything else, Stefan let go of your hands and sighed in defeat.

"It's Damon, isn't it?"

"Stefan, please-"

"You're in love with him, aren't you?"

You kept your eyes trained on the checkered blanket, too afraid to look up at him.

"You always have been."

A small sob escaped your mouth as tears poured out of you. Through hazy vision, you looked at Stefan.

"I'm so sorry, Stefan. I really tried to move past him. I tried to forget him, but my heart just won't seem to let me. I don't know what I have to do to let him go."

Stefan's eyebrows furrowed, and his face softened at your broken figure.

"It's okay, Y/N," he said, pulling you into a tight embrace, "I always knew. Don't be sorry for how you truly feel."

His hand smoothed down your disheveled hair as you continued to cry into his chest.

"I'll love you whether you're my girlfriend or just my friend. Do you hear me?"

He moved your frail body away just enough to make eye contact.

"I just want you to be happy, with or without me."

Your bottom lip trembled at his reassuring words.

"Thank you, Stefan," you said, nearly choking on each syllable.

He just nodded before pulling you back into his arms. He held you like that until your sobs turned into shaky breaths. When he thought you were calm enough, he separated your body from his and smiled playfully.

"So, I'm guessing we're breaking up, right?"

The two of you both chuckled, and you shoved his arm before nodding. You finished eating and, although you were no longer a couple, you still enjoyed your evening with Stefan. After cleaning up the picnic, he drove you home.

When he pulled up in front of your dark house, you turned to him.

"Thank you for everything."

"You know I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

You reached over the center console to pull him into a hug before exiting the vehicle. He waited for you to get inside then honked once as a "Goodbye." You waved to him before shutting the door. As soon as you locked the door, your living room lamp switched on. You stumbled back, nearly fainting until your eyes settled on the familiar figure sitting on your couch. Even though you urged your body not to react, your stomach erupted with butterflies.

"How the hell did you get in here?" You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Damon pulled out a key ring with a single key dangling from it. He twirled it around his finger with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Spare key, remember? Once upon a time, I would have to let myself in late at night because you were too lazy to get out of bed."

You rolled your eyes and groaned.

"Damon, I thought we agreed on not talking about that?"

He stood up, and you could tell something was off. His usual hard features softened, and he wasn't looking you in your eyes.

"Yeah," he said, balling his fists at his sides, "but I didn't know we agreed on not talking at all."

You stayed silent. His eyes finally landed on you, and it felt like a blow to your chest. Betrayal and pain played so clearly on his face.

"When were you going to tell me you were dating Stefan?"

You scoffed at him, unable to control your annoyance.

"I didn't think I needed to check-in with you."

"I'm your friend, Y/N! Usually, friends share that type of information."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. All the emotions you had kept bottled up, your anger and hate toward him after you left that night, bubbled to the surface.

"You didn't inform me about every girl you fucked after me, and there were a lot! I really didn't see it as a big deal, Damon."

He stayed silent that time. The tension was almost palpable as the two of you stood there. His eyes were set on you, but you couldn't bring yours to meet his. You knew if you did, you'd break, and you had enough crying for one night.

"Stefan and I broke up anyway," you finally said, barely above a whisper.

You could hear the small breath Damon took in at your comment.

"You did? Why?"

You swallowed hard and tried to straighten your posture.

"He said he loved me, and I couldn't say it back."

"Why?" Damon said, voice low and gruff.

You could feel your knees weaken from his rasp. Even without using his hands, he had this type of effect on you. You groaned, mostly from annoyance at yourself.

"Damon, why did you come here tonight? I know it wasn't to get the juicy details about my break up."

He took a step toward you.

"Answer my question. Why couldn't you say it back?"

"Because I love someone else!" You said, eyes finally shooting up to meet his.

He was close enough to touch, and you had to refrain from reaching your hand out.

"Now," you said, "you have to answer my question. Why are you really here, Damon?"

His eyes raked over your body, sending chills coursing through you. When his eyes finally met yours again, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

"I miss you."

Your heart dropped. After all this time, he still only wanted you for pleasure, and nothing more. You let out an incredulous laugh and shook your head. You went to walk away, but he grabbed your hand and stopped you.

"And I want more this time. I want more than just sex, Y/N," he said to your back.

You slowly turned to face him again, ready to listen. He ran his hands through his already messy hair and sighed.

"I want to know your favorite color and your favorite novel. I want to know why you can't sleep without a fan on, and why you're scared of flying."

His eyes were pleading as they held your gaze.

"Dammit, Y/N, I want to know all about New York City in the 20s, and how good of a kisser Lucky Luciano was!"

You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn't form a sentence. For a moment, you just stared at him in shock.

"You were listening that night?"

He dropped his gaze to stare at your dainty feet.

"I want to talk to you like that, and kiss you when we can't talk anymore."

Silence fell between the two of you. You kept your eyes on him, waiting patiently for him to look at you. When he finally did, his normally sharp stare was so gentle.

"Who do you love, Y/N?"

"Damon-"

"Who do you love?"

Your whole body was on fire under his soft stare. You looked from his eyes to his lips and back, desperately wanting to feel his lips on you again. Every nerve in your body was on alert as you felt his large hands carefully grab yours. You took in a short breath to muster up the strength to speak.

"You, Damon."

A smile of relief took over his face before he moved his hands to the sides of your face, and pulled you into a kiss. Your body tensed at first but soon melted into his touch. You trailed your hands up his arms until they found the back of his neck. Your nails dug into his flesh as you held onto him, afraid that he would disappear if you didn't. His lips moved so smoothly against yours.  When he finally pulled away, you were breathless.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I always have, and I always will."

"I love you too, Damon. Forever."

He smiled before planting a sweet kiss on your nose.

"Forever, Y/N."

[liana0110]

FluffyNight - Beauty and the Beast

Written by @roku-mtg (read the original in Vietnamese on Wattpad here)

Translated by me (but it was my first translation from Vietnamese to English so Roku help me editing it)

From translator: This is a gift from Roku on my birthday, I really enjoyed it and decided to translate it into English. This is my first time I tried to translate a story from Vietnamese to English so it may have some mistakes. Hope you will enjoy it.

From writer: I’m not a big fan of neither Dreamtale nor FluffyNight so the characters can be ooc at some point. Thank you for reading.

Ccino gazed her eyes through the window, wistfully staring at the white snow. The window was huge, unlike the old door at her house, though, those cramped feelings still hung on her head.

Ccino suddenly missed her kittens, her chubby and fluffy kittens. It's been days that she hadn't cleaned up her house, coffee beans stayed ungrounded, and her little shop was still closed. Her kittens could probably find food by themselves, they looked fat, but they are smart one. She'd just wished to see them. She longed the scent of coffee, of sugar and milk, the excitement in her coffee shop when villagers came to enjoy her drink.

She sighed. The boredom hadn't gone away, making her yawn.

"Yawning like that in my castle, how graceless are you.”

Getting caught by all sudden, Ccino was a bit embarrassed. She immediately recognized that scary deep voice. She turned around and saw Nightmare standing next to to door, crossing his arms. He got a strange expression on his face, but Ccino was sure he'd just wanted to tease her.

Three days ago, she came visit Nightmare. Abruptly, a snowstorm arised and covered the castle with a white and thick blanket. Since then, snow had been falling nonstop, not letting her go home. She could only wonder if her house was swamped in the snow.

"Haha, was that too savage?" Ccino shrugged, let out a small laughter.

Nightmare smiled, slowly came by her side and sat down.

"You like staring into nothing, huh?" He asked, pulling Ccino into his arms.

Nightmare couldn't simply leave the castle and his servants. Plus, Ccino never wished to quit her coffee shop. Thus, they decided to visit each other after work, usually it was Nightmare. The villagers were scared of him, still. Nevertheless, he didn't find it matters, and would visit her anytime he liked.

"It reminds me the past." She let her body relaxed, surrounded by Nightmare's tentacles.

Nightmare's curse is eternal, everlasting, even if he found the true love, he remained the same form of a beast. Though, Ccino seemed to prefer it to a happy ending, he's a big guy, and his tentacles were much useful, they helped her make coffee and clean up the shop.

Their story was a bit different from the told fairy tale, however it didn't bother Ccino even a single bit.

"The past... my apology." Nightmare felt into contemplation, caressing Ccino's back.

Ccino smiled softly, shook her head with tenderness.

"It's okay now."

"But... I mean, I locked you in this castle just because I was selfish and cowardly…."

"Cheer up, Nights! The past is the past, I'm here with you!"

Ccino violently patted him back, making him startled. Finding discomfort in it, he rolled his eyes.

"Also... It has been a long time."

"... just a year."

"That's long enough! It is enough for a coffee harvest and a bunch of kitten' litters".

"You..." Nightmare didn't know to say anything. If it was before, he would get so mad, he would yell at everyone and tore everything apart.

Ccino hummed happily when looking at her tamed beast. She may can't be so charming and talented as Belle, he may stay in this disgusting beast form forever, but that was all enough for their happy ending. Ccino felt like having the most arrogant, cockiest cat snuggled around her feet.

She leaned closer to Nightmare, she soon found herself drowsy. Nightmare's already got used to it, she dozed off while working all the time.

Ccino yawned again.

"How impolite."

"I do what I like!" She jokingly snapped back.

"You do what you like. Just sleep, I will carry you to the bed later."-Nightmare leaned closer, wrapped his tentacles around Ccino.

"Don't forget, okay?"

"I swear."

"As I recall, your swear isn't so trustworthy." Ccino remembered the time Nightmare promised to take her brother back home safely, but eventually threw him out the castle with a horse. Unbelievably, even the servants were surprised, he agreed to free Ccino's brother, and she had to stay here in exchange.

"You can't shut your mouth for a single second, can you?" Nightmare hissed, though his voice remained hoarsely.

"Probably so..."-She lost her strength, falling into sleep.

Nightmare glanced at his love sleeping peacefully in his arms, didn't realize a brief smile appeared on his cold face. Ccino was a miracle, trapped in this doomed place. She met him, made friends with him, read books for him, even loved him. Nightmare always feared he didn't deserve to have someone wonderful and beautiful like her stay by his side. Thus, he was trying, trying every day to finally find himself deserve her love.

*

*

Ccino jolted from sleep by the rushing stiff breeze and the shouting of the villagers with torches and axes in their hands. She was staggered, realizing she was on the roof of the castle.

"Nightmare!? Nights!!"-Ccino yelled in panic, suddenly remembered all of this.

Just as she thought, a grievous scream sorely ripped off the atmosphere.

It felt like something had pierced her heart. The Beast was screaming in agony, his tentacles began to upheave from his back, knocking Gaston out of the roof.

Nightmare fell and lied down motionlessly right in front of her eyes.

"Nightmare? Why...? Please... don't...." Ccino fell down to her knees, completely forgot reality. It was like she had to lived in worst memory once again.

"I'm glad that... I could see you again... Ccino." Nightmare said with his eyes shut, the breathes started to feel heavier and gradually separate from each other.

"Nightmare, I..."

Before she managed to speak, the last apple fell down to the ground.

She was too late.

Nightmare died, in the body he hated, from a life filled with sorrow and despair. All those years, he had accepted to live with loneliness, although the servants were always with him. Ccino came to his dark world with the stars and moon. She taught him to be a friend, to love, to show mercy, to control his anger.

She taught him to give it away, completely opposite from his selfishness he long had.

Yet till the end, it wasn't the curse that killed him, it was her. Ccino put her hand on Nightmare's chest.

"I love you, Nightmare."

She hold her beloved one in her arms, but she couldn't find any heartbeat.

*

Ccino woke up, her eyes were filled with tear, Nightmare used a warm towel wiped them away.

"Awake already?" He noticed her eyes staring at him was swollen from crying.

"... it was a terrible dream..." Ccino sighed in relived. She was brought back to reality. Both of them were in Nightmare's room.

"Oh? Want to tell me about it? By the way, the snow is starting to melt, you can probably leave tomorrow." He put the towel on the table. Ccino can feel the sadness in his voice.

"I dreamt you died."

"That's a very consice story—"

"Died in pain! Screeching! Because Gaston stabbed you!"

"Well, yes, but—" "

"Just thinking of it make my heart crash. I couldn't even say a word, and the last apple had already fallen!"

"You surely know the truth is—"

"Then I hold your body in my arms... weird dream... Ha ha..."

Nightmare quietly waited for Ccino to finish, but he found nothing else. He came closer to hug her tightly, making both fell into the bed.

"Ccino, everything is real."

"How do you know?"

"...do you want to know?"

Nightmare laid his body onto Ccino's and let their lips meet. His tentacles reached the lamp and shut it off.

The happy ending for "beauty and the beast" was already in her hand.

Maybe Ccino would stay here a little longer.

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

[divinerulerluvr]

Kit Walker Letter

POV - Kit Walker writes you a letter while you two are separated so he can take care of Sister Jude.

Kit Walker x gender neutral reader

- - - My Dearest Y/N,

Long time, no see, huh? I bet you want to know how Sister Jude is doing and what it’s like over here. So, I might as well start explaining.

After I rescued her from Briarcliff, I helped her through the withdrawal from the drugs they had her on that were making her crazy. The kids like her. Thomas will sometimes sit with her and Julia likes to help out around the house if I’m busy.

I don’t see Jude lasting much longer, though. She had gotten better for a bit. But now, she’s getting weaker. Enough of the sad stuff.

I do miss you. Very much. The kids do, too. I think Julia had gotten more attached to you than you think because she tries her best to read the book you always read to her at night by herself even though the words are too big for her.

Thomas especially misses those grilled cheese sandwiches you’d make him. I try to replicate your recipe but i haven’t gotten it down yet. 

I wish you could come by soon but I know that you can’t. I talk to Jude about you and she says you seem lovely. She says I don’t deserve you but she’s playful like that. I just know you two would get together well. You both have that sarcastic personality.

But how’ve you been? I hope everything is going fine over where you are. I hope our distance isn’t affecting you as much as it is me. I know it’s tough but we’ll get through it. We always do.

When you get back, you can make the kids grilled cheese and read Julia Alice in Wonderland until she falls asleep and then it’d be just you and I for the rest of the night. That’s the only thought keeping me alive through this, anyways.

Have you heard of Lana and her success with her book? I’m proud of her. But, I just don’t get why she hasn’t shut down Briarcliff yet. I bet you’ve read it already. You’re always on top of the new books that get published.

I have to go now. The kids should be waking up soon and they have to get to school. Have a good day, my love. I miss you and love you very much.

Yours truly, K.Walker

- - - 

i know its been forever since i’ve posted but i’ve been working on unfinished stories on my wattpad (venusn0va) and it’s been hard to get blurbs out onto tumblr

so, as i said, my wattpad is active and if you miss me, check me out on there :)

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Photographs

okay, so thanks to @doc-pickles and @iamtrebleclefstories i’ve been obsessed with with soulmate fanfics in this fandom and the stranger things fandom, so all idea credit goes to those two! 

its also been posted on my wattpad as part of my one shots book- to build a home. i’m not very good with links haha. 

A soulmate AU where on your 16th birthday, you receive three photos of your soulmate

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His sixteenth birthday was honestly not something he was looking forward to. He knew his mom wouldn't be stable enough to cook him a cake like she had when he was younger, before her condition worsened to the point where nearly all her days were bad ones, unlike how it had been the previous year. He knew she wouldn't cup his face in her hands and softly speak, "Alex, my sweetest boy. My truest love." as she stroked his cheeks ever so tenderly. His dad wasn't around anymore, which he knew was a positive thing, well, he supposed it was.

But it was still the first birthday without his dad in it, and that thought made him sad. Not a lot, but a little. Just because all of his birthdays for the past nine years had been his dad telling him that he was a waste of space and a 'fucking idiot' didn't mean he didn't miss him in the smallest way shape or form. He was still his dad after all. The guy who brought him to the fair when he was younger. The guy who briefly taught him how to play guitar. And on the rare occasion when he was sober for about a week or so, would bring Alex out to fix up a pick up truck his dad planned to give him on his sixteenth birthday, but ultimately started using not long before his fifteenth.

He knew Aaron and Amber would maybe do something, but he knew there wasn't much they could do. They were only four and ten. They shouldn't do anything for their brother because he was feeling crappy about a day that didn't even mean that much to him.

Ugh. Birthdays. He thought they were really stupid. Why make a big deal out of the day you were born? Especially if nobody really seemed to care much about your existence.

That's why when he awoke on his sixteenth birthday he was surprised. He'd completely forgotten about what happened on the day everyone had told him about since, well... since he could remember. Some of the things people said to him when he was still was a small boy were nice and comforting, something that made him look forward to this special day, like "Oh, what a lucky women that boy's soulmate will be," was something he got often when he was younger, before his mom's schizophrenia and before his dad's substance abuse. He used to be a really sweet kid. He gave his lollipops to others who looked like they wanted it more, he shared his toys with people in the park. He talked and interacted with everyone from a young age. He was a cute kid too, he remembered. That's what people always said. They would pinch his chubby cheeks and ruffle his dark brown hair, which would lead to Alex giving them his signature crooked smile, which warmed the hearts of many. "What a sweet soulmate he will be.", "The special girl won't know what hit her!" , "He will treat her like a queen i'm sure." thats what daycare teachers and random moms at the park used to say to his parents, complimenting him on how well little Alex treated their daughters. While most boys his age we certain that girls had cooties, Alex just simply talked to him and played with them like they were just a normal person. Not to mention, what a little charmer he was. He was a flirt from the moment he was born. He told some girls he thought they were 'weally pwetty' and said he liked the bows in their hair or the outfit they were wearing. He had mad game. Even from the young age of four he had somehow even managed to completely charm his preschool teacher Ms. Ryan, who he thought was the most beautiful women to ever walk the face of the earth at the time (other than his mom). Ms. Ryan definitely favored Alex, always giving him extra treats at snack, or letting him out first to go to recess. Turns out, being thirty three and a four year old boy telling you on an almost daily basis that 'your dwess is supa pwetty Ms. Ryan' or 'i wike your hair vwery much' was a major confidence booster.

It all changed when he was five though, when his mom's condition was getting worse and his dad started using more and more and more. The situation just decreased as the years went on. Out were the compliments and looks of adoration and in rolled the dirty glares and not-so secret whispers. "What a poor girl to have him as her soulmate.", "I would hate for my daughter to be tied to him forever.", "Let's just hope his soulmate can put up with him." were the ones he heard instead. It used to hurt, but now he didn't mind. He didn't have any friends, any girlfriends, just some mere acquaintances. All he could really say he had were about half of the school's females tucked under his belt. Something he didn't actually care about. Sex was a defense mechanism. Sex made him feel wanted. If some girl was throwing herself at him, he took the opportunity. He felt like he was wanted, even if it was just for twenty minutes in some random parking lot.

He didn't really care for birthdays.

So, imagine his surprise when he woke up that morning to find an orange envelope on his dresser table. It was then he remembered. He remembered that the day of your sixteenth birthday you found out who your soulmate was.

He grabbed the folder so quickly it was like a flash of light. This envelope gave him hope. Hope that one day, someone would care about him. Because, that was the point of soulmates, right? A soulmate was someone who was made for you. Someone who would be okay with all the crap life had thrown at him. Some who would love you. Because, his soulmate would right? Right. She had to. He needed somebody. He really, really needed somebody. And his soulmate was his somebody. Hopefully.

With that thought he takes a deep breath and nearly rips the envelope open. He pulls out the three photos in it delicately, not wanting to even risk a crease or fold forming on the photos. He flips them over one by one.

The three photos.

Wow.

The three photos he'd been hearing about since he was a little boy.

The first one, as he had learned, is what your soulmate looked like on the day of their sixteen birthday, whether it be in the future or the past.

He feels stupid, really stupid. He was smiling like a god damn idiot.

She was hot, his soulmate. Really hot.

Her long brown hair was in gentle curls, natural he could tell. He knew what real curls were versus curling iron ones. She had bright golden eyes. He swore, they were like actual gold. They had specks of green, yellow, and honey. A little beauty mark sat by her right lip. And those lips? They were plump, full, and a bright pink. In the photo she was smiling. He really liked her smile. It was joyous, it made him feel happy, in a way he'd never felt before. He assumed she was laughing, based on the fact that her head was slightly tilted back. From what he could tell, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel. He liked that about her, the fact that she wasn't wearing whatever uncomfortable shit he'd seen some girls at his school wear. She looked like she was dressed how she wanted to and wasn't gonna let society or school cliques tell her otherwise.

He let out a small sigh as he placed down the photo delicately, as if he dropped it any harsher it would break like glass. He picks up the second photo, another smile gracing his lips as he studies it.

The second photo was always of your soulmate the day you met. Well, more specifically, the first time you meet. In his, the girl looked even more beautiful. Except now, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, and that was obvious. Her face was a bit fuller, and instead of having her hair down this time, two strands of her dark locks were framing her face. He could tell she was in the middle of saying something, but her face wasn't frozen in some awkward position. It looked natural, like a well shot candid.

Alex placed down the second photo just as delicately as the first, setting them side by side. The third and final photo he wasn't quite ready for.

The last photo was a picture of them at their worst. When they had hit absolute rock bottom, before thirty though. Again with the age. Alex didn't get it. Why should they put an age limit on knowing your soulmate? Wasn't there a saying in wedding vows, "for better or worse"? and that was for married people for god's sake. So, why shouldn't he be able to see his soulmate at her worst? It made sense right?

Alex flipped over the photograph hesitantly, his breath getting caught in his throat.

He slams the photo down on the bed as quickly as he could, not being able to look at it any longer.

He understood now.

His soulmate was beaten and bruised, almost all her marks, scars, and bruises visible due to the nightgown she wore. In the photo she was crying, silent tears, he could tell.

He understood now, why they only let you see towards a certain age. Because what if it was worse? What if something worse had happened while his soulmate was older?

A horrible thought came to his mind, shaking it off immediately.

No, he did not do that.

He knew he didn't. He wouldn't. He'd seen his dad beat his mom again and again. He would never be like his dad. He swore on it.

But still, that lingering thought in his mind.

No.

Instead of thinking further, he picked up the first photo of her, the one wheres she is sixteen too. He studies it, knowing that by tomorrow the photo would be gone. Just like the others. That was how it worked anyways. The photos only lasted a day. The next morning, the pictures would be gone. All he knew about her would be her face, which he was going to imprint into his memory as best as he could. The universe seemed to enjoy playing games with people, so again after the one day, your memory of the photo was foggy. Very foggy. It wasn't until you actually met your soulmate when you would remember the photos you saw when you were sixteen. So, her studied her. Even laugh line, every beauty mark, every freckle (she had them sprinkled in every so lightly on her nose). He would remember it all, he told himself that. So that way when he saw her, he would know. But of course, forgetting was inevitable.

He smiles at the photo, biting his lip in a failed attempt to stop his smile from growing. It all seemed surreal to him. A soulmate. He had one? He, Alexander Michael Karev, a boy who had to grow up much younger than most, had a soulmate? Someone who would be okay with his crap?

The man was far from a romantic. He gagged at chick flicks and still felt uncomfortable when he saw any form of PDA, whether it be him or anyone else, but he swore, he thinks this girl would make him okay with everything. For this girl, he could see himself do anything. He would jump in front of a bear for her. No doubt. It didn't matter that he had never even met her. He just knew.

He shrugs the sappy thoughts away, scoffing at himself, in an attempt to not lose his 'tough guy behavior'.

Get a hold of yourself Karev. She's just a girl.

But even those thoughts couldn't erase the smile from his face.

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On the night before her sixteenth birthday, she was anxious. Really anxious. And scared. She could barely sleep that night, tossing and turning without being able to stop in the backseat of her car. But she knew the envelope wouldn't come unless she slept, since it only showed up after you fell asleep. So, she squeezed her eyes as tight as she could like a little girl wishing to see fairies and let the exhaustion of the days events take over her.

As she awoke the next morning, she temporarily forgot everything. For her, it was jut another day, trying to pry her exhausted eyes open, her mind having a battle with her body. She makes tiny noises as she drifts towards consciousness, her brain foggy with jumbled words and half made thoughts.

When she does manage to open her eyes, she sees an orange envelope tucked into the car's window from the inside. She doesn't think much of it at first, her brain still not on the cognitive thinking side of things, until she wakes up a bit more, remembering the day it was.

She sits up with a start, grabbing the envelope and opening it carefully, but still so quickly that the photos were tumbling out.

She picks up the first from the deck. A photo of her soulmate on his sixteenth birthday. And damn, she was a lucky woman.

He had a sharp jawline, no scratch that, a really freakin sharp jawline. Like you could run your finger across and you would end up with a cut. His messy-yet-styled hair was a dark brown. He had a broad build, biceps pulsing out form the white t-shirt he wore, and a really freakin sexy half smirk. His eyes were a dark brown like his hair, but his eyes, they held something familiar. They held, loneliness. Longing. Exhaustion. That was a big one. At first glance, you couldn't tell, but she could see, behind the eyes of dark brown and bits of green, he was exhausted. Exhausted of what? She didn't know. But she could tell, since she was sure she had the same in her orbs too.  Loneliness. She felt that one too. But him? Lonely? He didn't look like the lonely type. He looked like the guys she saw at her school, the ones were girls falling at their feet and at least five different men to meet him every morning by the lockers to do a 'bro hug'. But she knew to not make assumptions. Longing. What was he longing for? A better life? Better parents? Better friends, better grades? She had no idea, but the look was clear in his eyes. But there was one more thing that shone in his seas of brown. Hope. The day of the photo was of the day of his sixteenth birthday. Could the glimmer of hope be for her? Could she be the cause of someone to believe. Probably not, but still, it never hurt to dream.

The second photo was of him the day they meet. And once again, she was a lucky lady. She couldn't quite see what he was wearing, but it looked to be some type of flimsy dark blue materiel. He had a half snarl on his face, but it didn't really look awkward, like she assumed it would on others. It looked natural, like he'd done it so many times before, it just came with ease.

He had the slightest bit of a stubble on his face, looking like he'd just shaved that morning or the night before, a bit more hair visible in the mustache area. His hair was a bit shorter than the previous photo, but not by much. It was better styled, but still looked like he had run his hands through it too many times to count. She sets the photo down next the the other one, taking a deep breath before flipping over the third and final photograph.

She intakes a sharp breath upon seeing the picture, tears pooling in her eyes at the sight in her hand. It was her soumate, lyig in a pool of his own blood, the red liquid coming from his chest.

He was shot.

In the chest, she assumed. That's where the most of the blood was at. She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep it from trembling. He was what seemed to be a metal box. An elevator? That seemed most likely. His blood stained clothes were previously a light blue, his hair shorter than the previous two photos.

The clothing, it liked familiar. Where had she seen them before? She racks her brain, trying to identify what her soulmate was wearing, purposefully ignoring the large sum of red surrounding the man.

A small smile graces her lips. Scrubs. She'd seen them on a few people when she went into town. So that meant he was doctor. Right? Or a nurse, but he didn't really look like he would be a nurse. And his scrubs were a different color than the ones in the precios picture. She assumed the clothing were scrubs in the second photo as well.

She swallowed thickly. It hurt. She felt the pain. The pain of her soulmate getting shot. It hurt like hell, and she wasn't even experiencing it first hand. But it still hurt. It felt like someone was grabbing her heart and squeezing it. It wasn't the same type of pain, but it was still pain nonetheless.

With that she sets the photo down. The fear starts to kick in then.

How would he soulmate feel about her past? He looked normal. Despite the loneliness and longing in his eyes, her looked normal.

What if she screwed it up? What if he couldn't deal with her crazy? She was Brooke. Hobo, car living, foster home, no parents Brooke.

She shoved the thoughts aside. He was her soulmate. The handsome stranger with the dark eyes that were somehow calming was her soulmate. Who knows, maybe he was just as screwed up as her.

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Alex Karev had always been impatient. Ever since he was a little boy really.

So imagine how impatient he was when he was twenty nine years old and had still yet to meet his soulmate.

Her loved Izzie, and she had lost Denny, her soulmate. They made each other happy. They loved each other, she was probably going to die. He loved her, so they got married. He got married to someone who wasn't his soulmate. He had given up at that point. I mean, come on. Twenty nine years he'd been on this planet and he still had yet to meet his soulmate. God, he really wished he could just remember her face. He couldn't remember a single thing. Everything else from the day was clear, but the photos that held his soulmates face were a complete blur, nearly nonexistent. All he could remember were his feelings. He remembers thinking she was really hot. And he remembers feeling really happy. Too happy. He pushed the feelings aside. He loved Izzie.

And it hurt like hell when she left. They had their arguments, sure. But he loved her. He waited to kiss her because he wanted it to be special. He gave her a cupcake on her birthday because he wanted her to know she was loved. He wanted to let her know that she wasn't just another notch under his belt. He was a jerk, he knew that. He could be grumpy and he pushed people away. He guessed he pushed Izzie away.

He didn't know if he was ever going to meet his soulmate. He tried dating by and only had a list of failed relationships. And then the plane crash happened. He should've been on that plane, but Robbins boarded it instead. Maybe he would've been the one to lose a leg. Then Robbins would still be happy and making Alex gag at how in love her and Callie were. They were soulmates. It seemed like everyone had already gout their soulmate. Meredith had Derek. Callie had Arizona. Owen had Cristina, even though they had more than many disagreements. Bailey had Ben. Everybody had somebody.

Except him.

And that freakin sucked. So, he slept with the interns. Lots of them. Stacy, Tina, Irene, Brooks, Murphy. He'd pretty much given up on meeting his soulmate. At thirty-two he had still yet to meet the girl from the photographs.

So, sleeping with the interns and having non serious , inappropriate relationships with them it is.

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She had always been impatient. When she was six she once punched a boy because one; he was being a complete ass, and two; he was taking too long to give her the crayon. he deserves it. he was making fun of her and purposefully trying to flatten the green crayon just to annoy her. he deserved the punch.

So when she met a man who treated her like a queen, who didn't beat her down for not having parents and living in her car she felt amazing. He called her beautiful and showered her with gifts and expensive foods. she didn't really care about that though, she enjoyed when he would delicately hold her like she was a porcelain doll. When he would greet her with a deep kiss after he came home from work.

She loved him so much that she agreed to marry him after only being together for eleven months. She knew Paul wasn't her soulmate, but a man who treated her so nicely, a man who was ever do handsome, wanted her? Who treated her with such love and tenderness, so what if he wasn't her soulmate. She was twenty three years old and hadn't met him yet. And if this amazing guy wanted her and loved her as much as she loved him, than it was okay, not being with her soulmate.

She held onto that love. She held onto that love for three years. Three years of beatings, begging that the man who showed her so much love and kindness would come back and stay.

Because Paul wasn't always bad. Some days he would come home and give her that breathtaking kiss as he walked through the door. Some days he still held her like she was a little porcelain doll.

Some days he did still show her that love like he used to that first year. But those days were few and far between.

She wished she had just waited. Gotten over her impatience for something real and waited. Maybe then everything would be okay.

Maybe one day she'll meet him.

....

She was no longer Brooke. No more with Brooke Stadler or the various names she took from all the different foster homes.

Now she was Jo. Josephine. Josephine Alice Wilson. It's who she felt like.

Jo. It was a bit old-timey, sure. But she liked it, the fact that she could probably confuse people who had only seen her name and think she was a boy. She didn't want to be a man, but maybe people would be surprised to see that all this well done work was actually done by a woman.

Jo was strong. Jo was powerful. Jo was the person she had always wanted to be.

She left behind Brooke. Brooke was... she was someone else. Brooke was a survivor. But Brooke was scared. Scared of everything. But Jo?

Jo knew Paul could find her. It would be hard, very hard. And he probably wouldn't, but now she wasn't scared. Brooke would've been scared. Brooke wouldn't been scared shitless. But Jo? No, Jo was far from scared. She was excited. She was eager. Because she had a new start. She got to be whoever the hell she wanted. She could go out and drink with her friends. She could go out and drink until she probably couldn't walk. She could do whatever the hell she wanted. She could wear whatever the hell she wanted. She could talk however the hell she wanted.

Because she was Jo.

But Jo did still want the one thing Brooke wanted. To find her soulmate. Sure, by now she knew that he probably didn't exist and the whole ordeal was just plain poppycock, but she wanted to find him. She really, truly, desperately wanted to find him.

She was twenty-seven years old and had a nonexistent love life. a few random hook ups from a bar were not included.

Maybe here. Maybe in Seattle she would meet her soulmate.

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She was on Peds today, with Alex Karev. She hadn't  ever met the man before, but she had heard more about him than she cared to. Mainly from Leah Murphy with the occasional input from Heather Brooks. From what she gathered, the easiest way to label him was a man whore. So she wasn't really the most excited to be on his service for the week.

She'd been in Seattle for a month now, starting her internship as Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. She was in love. Sure, doing scut all day and running labs wasn't much, but when she gets to observe from inside the OR? She felt like she won the freakin lottery.

The girl grabbed a trauma gown form behind her attending. "Do you mind" he snarls not even meeting her gaze as he turns around and heads to the ambulance bay.

She says she was sorry, but she doesn't think he hears her.

"Why are you following me?" she doesn't know why, but for some reason his voice gives her butterflies. She hadn't gotten a look at his face yet, but she assumed it was turned into a grimace.

"I'm your intern for the day." her voice sends tingles through him, shooting down his spine. He hadn't seen her yet, but her voice was strangely comforting.

"Hello intern you got a-" he starts, stopping as soon as he looks at her.

He feels breath get caught in his throat. no, surely he was imagining things. Right?

She feels like she can't breathe. That face. It was the same one as the one she saw on her sixteenth birthday. She remembers him. His sharp jawline and tiny bit of stubble.

And those eyes. she remember those eyes.

They held the same things as before. Loneliness, longing, exhaustion. But now, the tiny glimmer of hope she once saw was bright, not like the barely there she saw once before.

He felt everything in that moment. She was just like he remembered. Her long brown hair was swept up into a low updo, two dark strands framing her face. She had that little beauty mark by lip. And her eyes, they were truly everything. They showed him what she was feeling, surprise, disbelief, a bit of fear, hope. he knew his eyes were telling her the same thing.

They're not sure how long they're standing there in the middle of the ambulance bay, oblivious to the two other people next to them.

She wasn't sure how long it was until he broke the silence, a large crooked smile making its way onto his lips.

"Hi."

he whispers so delicately, like if he were to speak any louder the world around then would shatter.

She feels he smile widen, but now grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi."

[sunlightdances]

take my hand (when you can’t see the light)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Rating: PG-13 for like, 2 swears. Summary: Dean plays the knight in shining armor when you meet him by chance. Turns out you’ll meet him several more times. Everything happens for a reason, right? Author’s Note: This was supposed to be posted on Valentine’s Day, but we all know how I am with deadlines. Have some fluffy Dean to make up for it. Last year’s Valentine’s fic is here, but is unrelated and you don’t need to read that to like this one! Please excuse any tense issues - I changed it back to second person after a read through, so there might be some errors. Please don’t repost my work on any other sites including Wattpad, AO3, or other archiving sites without my permission! I don’t own Dean, Supernatural, or any other related characters. I also don’t own “Forever on Your Side” by Needtobreathe, which I used for the title.

It’s freezing outside, and your car is running on fumes.

You curse yourself for not having the forethought to get gas a few states ago when it was relatively warmer, and it just adds to the irritation buzzing through your veins.

Pulling up next to the last available gas pump, you jump out of the car and swipe your card. The machine beeps, and tells you your card can’t be read. Your stomach drops when you try to think about how much money is left in your account. You swear you had enough to get through this trip.

You swipe again, and this time it says, please see the cashier. “Oh, fuck you,” you groan, and the person on the other side of the pump from you looks up, startled.

“Sorry, not you.” You mutter, and feel your face burning as you quickly turn away and head inside to figure out why your card isn’t working.

Inside, you give some sob story about driving across the country, but the teenager behind the counter clearly doesn’t care. You don’t blame him, but it doesn’t help your situation. That’s until a hand sneaks around you from behind and places a credit card on the counter.

“Put it on this one along with pump eight.” A deep voice says, and you stiffen when you feel a distinctly male presence at your back.

“You don’t have to do that--” You start to say, looking over your shoulder to see the man from outside behind you. He backs up a few steps and you feel like you can breathe again.

“It’s no big deal.” He shrugs.

“I have money,” you blurt, wincing when you realize how defensive and stupid you sound.

The corners of his mouth quirk up in an amused smile. “I’m sure you do. Just think of it as me paying it forward.”

The kid behind the counter has already run the stranger’s card through the machine for both of you, so you have no choice but to stand there awkwardly until he tells you you’re all set.

“Well… thanks.” You say, and turn to head out the door quickly, trying not to prolong this embarrassment more than you have to. You want to get back on the road and this is already a longer pitstop than you planned it being.

Once your car is filled up, you sit back in the driver’s seat and check your phone. Ten unread text messages that you delete without reading, five missed calls, and a notice from your bank that your card has been put on hold due to suspicious activity.

You groan - you never even thought to let the bank know you were taking a trip, you just hauled ass out of town the first minute you could. Didn’t even stop to think of the consequences. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to think what you can do - you have a small amount of cash but not enough to get you where you’re going. The bank is closed by now, so even if you call them you won’t get your card turned back on until the morning.

You have absolutely no idea what to do.

A gentle knock on your window brings you out of your daze, and your eyes meet a pair of bright green ones, twin pools of concern. He gestures for you to roll down the window, and you do, but only halfway. He’s a stranger, after all.

“Are you alright?”

You huff a laugh. “I’m the farthest thing from alright. But I’ll be okay. Thanks again for the gas, by the way.”

He smiles gently. “I know how that goes. And it was nothing, really. Here--” he holds out a to-go cup of coffee, “You look like you might need this more than I do.”

“Thanks…”

“Dean.”

“Thanks, Dean.” You take the coffee from him and when his fingers brush yours briefly, you feel it zip up your arm. So cliche. You sort of hate yourself for thinking about it. “I have to go,” you say quietly.

He clears his throat. “Sure, sure.” He looks down at his feet awkwardly. “Drive safe.”

You watch him go to the other side of the gas pump and get in a sleek, black car. You sigh to yourself before putting your car in drive and hitting the road.

You give kudos to yourself that you only look in your rearview once.

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After Dean’s been on the road for a few hours, he realizes he’s following the same route the girl from the gas station is, and he feels like a creep.

You were cute, but he tells himself to stop thinking about you. You’re clearly going through something, and he’s never going to see you again.

Even so, he wonders what you were running from.

Physically shaking his head to stop himself from letting his mind wander, he calls his brother. “Any update?” He asks as soon as Sam gets on the phone.

“No change. How long until you’re here?”

“Six or seven hours if I don’t stop.”

Sam sighs. Dean can tell he’s tired, though he knows his brother will never admit it. “There’s no rush, Dean. We’re just-- waiting. Take a break, get some sleep.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Call me if anything changes.”

He tosses the phone in the passenger seat after he hangs up and pushes the image of Sam alone at a hospital out of his mind, and pushes it even farther away knowing it’s Jody they’re waiting on, Jody who didn’t even get hurt from a job, but was in a car accident.

Surgery went perfectly, but until she wakes up, they don’t know much else.

It’s a shitty way to spend Valentine’s Day.

He puts it out of his mind the best he can and concentrates on the road. That’s when he notices a familiar car on the side of the road, flashers on.

He frowns. He paid for your gas himself, so he knows you’re not out of gas. Unless something else is wrong with the car. Weighing it for a few seconds, he pulls over behind you, not too close, and tells himself to stop overthinking it before he gets out.

Her door is already open by the time he gets close, and he sends you a small smile when you notice him.

“I just want you to know I’m not following you,” he says, and then quickly continues, “and I know that’s exactly what someone following you would say.”

You laugh, but it’s a little watery. “You seem to show up right when I need help, though.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I-- the car is fine. I just needed to stop for a few minutes.”

He sees the tear tracks on your cheeks but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t want to do anything to make you more upset.

“Valentine’s Day really blows.” You say finally, and Dean laughs, your words echoing his own thoughts.

“Definitely.” Dean opens his mouth to keep talking but his phone rings, shattering the moment. “Sorry, hang on--” He digs his phone out of his pocket, seeing Sam’s name flashing on the screen. “Yeah?”

“She’s awake. Going to pull through.”

The relief Dean feels is physical. He lets out a sigh and the tension seeps off him. “Good. That’s-- kick ass, dude. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He hangs up and looks back to you, an apology on his face.

“I have to go. If you’re okay…”

“I’ll be fine, Dean. Thanks again.” You say, a little sad maybe, but the sorrow that was on your face when he first saw you on the side of the road isn’t there anymore. You tell him your name, “-- by the way, just in case we run into each other again,” and then with a wink, you’re back in your car.

Dean is a little awestruck, but with another laugh to himself shaking his head, he gets back in the Impala and continues on, finding himself wishing the passenger seat wasn’t empty.

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You make it across the state again before you stop for food. Only a bit of cash left, you decide to go to the closest grocery store and get something from the ready-to-go section instead of going the fast food route.

You feel a little better. You’re still getting texts and ignoring calls from your now ex-boyfriend, but you’re finding it easier and easier to press the reject button every time. Your heart doesn’t hurt quite as much.

Digging through your wallet for cash as you walk through the doors of the store, you run right into a solid mass of a person, an oof leaving your mouth as you regain your balance.

A rough voice says your name, and panic rushes through you before you realize who it is.

“Dean?”

“Now who’s stalking who?” He asks, tone light, corners of his mouth twitching.

“This is getting a little weird, dude.”

“You’re telling me,” he agrees, and your eyes shift to the flowers in his hand.

For some reason you feel a little bitter about it. It’s Valentine’s Day. Of course he’s buying flowers for someone. A guy who looks like that? Who buys strangers coffee and gas? Definitely not single.

“Late gift pickup?” You ask, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, “For a friend, yeah. She was in an accident. On my way to see her.”

“Oh,” you feel like a total jerk. “Sorry to hear that.”

“She’s going to be okay. But thank you.”

An awkward silence settles over the two of you, but this time it’s your phone that breaks the silence. “Oh, for fuck’s sake--” you say, pulling your phone out just to turn it off. You’re so tired of this.

“Someone special?” He asks, wry, and feels relieved when you laugh, even though it’s more distressed than anything else.

“Unfortunately.” You don’t know why, but you feel like telling him everything. You didn’t tell anyone before you left except your roommate, so she wouldn’t think you were murdered or something. “Came to my boyfriend’s to surprise him for Valentine’s. Turns out he found someone else to spend the day with.”

Dean winces. “What a dick.”

“I packed up pretty much everything I owned and just… left. I moved to that town because of him. I had my job because of him. I just had to get out of there.” You swallow hard, feeling like you’re going to cry again. “I have no idea where I’m going to go and my card got turned off. I’ve got a hundred dollars to my name.” You sigh, meeting his eyes. “Sorry - you have a friend literally in the hospital. I shouldn’t be complaining.”

Dean’s eyes are so intense as he takes in what you’ve told him. You wonder if he knows he’s got this effect on people.

“Come with me.” He says. He too, looks a little surprised.

“What?”

“You can stay with me. Since you don’t have anywhere else to go. I just have to stop at the hospital first, if you don’t mind going with me--” He shakes his head, “Sorry, I-- we don’t know each other. But I have a house, a big house, and there’s extra room if you need it. At least until you’ve got some cash again.”

You hesitate, of course - he’s a stranger. But-- something tells you that you can trust him, and you have no other options, really.

“Okay.”

Dean smiles. “Okay.”

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This is probably, easily, one of the stupidest things Dean has ever done.

Sam is going to give him so much shit, but as he looks in his rearview to check that you’re still behind him, he can’t help but smile when you give him a little wave.

You pull into the parking space next to him at the hospital, and he gestures for you to follow him through the large double doors at the entrance.

Inside, he finds the room number Sam sent him, and knocks lightly on the door when he gets there.

“Dean,” Jody says quietly from the bed, her voice a little rough.

“Hi,” He says, grinning at her. “Glad to see you’re awake.”

“Sam said you drove all night to get here.”

“Was finishing up--” He stops, remembering your presence at his back, “-- a job. Otherwise I would have been here sooner.”

Sam clears his throat. “Got anything else you want to share?”

You snicker, and Dean bites back his smile. God, what is it about you that makes him feel lighter than he has in years?

“Hi,” you say softly, introducing yourself.

“She needs somewhere to stay for a few days.” Dean says, hoping his tone is firm enough that he’s not going to get shit about this from his brother.

After some small talk and a few pointed looks from Jody, she announces that she’s tired and that Sam and Dean should go get some rest. Dean turns to you.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” you say, “too many hours on the road.”

Dean is the last one to lean in and give Jody a hug, and after a second’s hesitation, he grabs a single flower out of the bouquet he got her.

“Smart guy,” Jody whispers, and Dean rolls his eyes playfully.

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You can’t believe this place.

This is where Dean lives. With his brother. This giant, amazing place.

You have a thousand questions, and Dean promised he’d answer a few, but more than anything you need to take a nap.

You do, and when you wake up, there’s a single red rose on the table by your bed.

Happy Valentine’s Day - DW

A giddy, schoolgirl-like feeling comes over you as you read the note, and you find yourself feeling excited and hopeful for the first time since you left your house in a heartbroken daze. It feels like years ago.

When you find your way to the kitchen and see Dean and his brother there waiting for you, near identical smiles on their faces, you start to think you could get used to this.

The unknown doesn’t feel as scary as it did yesterday.