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viking-raider · 11 months

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Sy's Therapy Barn

Summary: Austin Syverson is newly retired from the Army and struggling to cope with his PTSD. Until he decides to take a chance on a hobby, most wouldn't think could help, and the person there to help teach him how to do it.

Pairing: Syverson/Reader

Word Count: 5k

Rating: M - Quick-Burn, Language, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of PTSD, Combat Fatigue, Trauma, Wine drinking, Flirting, Support System, Movie Quotes, Leap of Faith, Mentions (but no depictions) of Mental Illness, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, SMUT - Light, P in V

Inspiration: I saw this Instagram video of a handsome, buff gentleman that ran a pottery business and promoted it on the site.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it. I am so sorry to any Pottery people for butchering it.

Syverson wouldn't lie, even though he had thought the hobby was stupid, the first time he thought about it. But, upon seeing a poster at an outdoor market he had decided to attend one, warm Dallas weekend, to get out of the house. Something inside of Sy had urged him to save the number in his phone, before finding the ale stand.

It wasn't until almost a month later, after waking up in the dead of night. He laid curled up in a ball, hugging his knees and struggling to breath. With the blankets and pillows thrown off the king-sized bed, and the black fitted sheet beneath him drenched in his sweat. Aika pressed against his back and whimpering at her owner's distress. It was then that Sy knew he needed something more, other than just denial, the gun range and booze to deal with his PTSD and Combat Fatigue.

He wasn't about to go sit down on some squeaky metal, folding chair, in the basement of some random religious church, listening to other Vets talk about their combat experience. Everyone nodding their heads and offering sympathy and the Word of God. Sy had stopped believing in God over a decade ago. Because, how could some magical man in the sky, with some grand plan for you, before and after you died, allow such bullshit evil into the world.

He didn't want sympathy, far from it.

Austin Syverson, also didn't do sympathy.

So, he pulled up the number from the outdoor market and gave the business a call.

“Mini's Pottery Haven, how can I help you?” A cheery voice chimed on the other end.

Sy let out a hard breath. “Hi, I saw your poster at a market, a couple weeks ago, for a pottery class.” He said, rubbing a palm over his buzzed head, feeling stupid for calling a pottery business, thinking it would help him, in any way, with his trauma. “I was wondering, if you're still doing classes?”

“Yes, we are!” She confirmed, happily. “We have one tonight, with two spots left, if you'd like to join it.”

“Oh!” Sy started, surprised, not expecting one so soon, hoping for a day to work up the nerve to call her back and cancel. “How much is it?”

“Thirty dollars, for just one person, and sixty dollars for a couple.” She informed him, pressing her phone to her ear and bringing up the planner on her computer. “You can pay when you arrive at the class.” She added, distractedly.

Sy paced his kitchen for a moment, before pausing and straightening his back. “I'll take one of the spots and pay the thirty, when I arrive.”

“Excellent! Can I have your name, please?”

“Syverson.” He answered, out of pure habit.

“All right, we look forward to seeing you tonight, and what you create!” She told him, her voice upbeat and optimistic, like she expected Sy to be the next Michelangelo, before hanging up.

“The boys would lose their shit, if they ever find out I tried pottery.” Sy said, stuffing his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.

Later that night, Sy found himself standing out front of the humble, little pottery shop, the full window front was bright from the lights inside, which was flowing with people, all standing around chatting with each other and holding glasses of wine.

“At least, they have booze.” Sy commented to himself.

“First time?” A soft voice asked, from behind him.

“Huh?” He frowned, turning around to find a gorgeous woman standing behind him, a large bag slung over her shoulder, as she regarded him with a kind expression. “Oh, yeah. You?” He asked, trying to be polite.

“Naw, I've been getting my hands messy with clay for years.” You smiled at him, patting your bag. “I assume you're here for the class.” You asked, motioning towards the shop.

“I am.” Sy nodded, licking his lips. “Just working up the nerve to go inside.” He explained to you.

“Ah, yeah. We pottery nerds can be dangerous.” You teased, smirking up at him. “You make one reference to Ghost in there and they'll turn you into a clay mold. If not, pelt you out of the shop with lumps of it.” You giggled, moving by him to step up onto the curb and grab the door handle.

A laugh rumbled out of Sy's broad chest, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I'll make sure to keep the Ghost quotes to myself then.” He said, turning his sparkling blue eyes towards you.

“Well, no time like the present.” You told him, pulling the door open and holding it for him.

“That's true.” He nodded, his smile softly fading as he joined you on the sidewalk, stopping beside you for a moment. “Thanks for the pep talk.” He said, giving you a gentle nod, before going inside.

The place was a buzz with voices as he paused by the counter, taking out his wallet to pay for his admission for the night's class. He glanced over his shoulder to see where you'd gone, but you had vanished somewhere into the crowd. Shrugging, figuring you'd paid in advance or had some sort of membership, he handed over his bank card to Mini, the owner of the business, who was a sweet looking, elderly woman, dressed in a loose and colorful, bohemian strap dress. Taking his card and the Hello, My Name Is: sticker she handed back with it, Sy turned away, spotting the small wine station, also surrounded by numerous black sharpies. He headed over, scribbling Sy, on his sticker and poured himself a glass of some kind of red wine, before finding somewhere quiet to stand, to wait for the class to start.

As he stood there, sipping his wine and looking at a wall of finished clay figurines, cups and other knick knacks, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Clearing his throat, he glanced sideways, figuring you were checking him out, which he was more than fine with. But he discovered it was another woman giving him eye-candy. She was tall, with bleach-blonde hair and in a hot-pink tracksuit, she felt out of place for a pottery shop. Though, Sy knew he shouldn't be one to speak, standing there in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, that had been to war with him, tight blue jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, with a black stetson cowboy hat.

The way she lifted her wine glass, however, suggested she wanted to jump his bones.

Which only amused the retired Army Captain.

“All right, ladies and gentleman!” Mini called, clapping her hands together and coming around the counter to regard her customers. “If we can all head towards the other end of the shop, where all the potter's wheels and everything are. We can start the class.” She smiled, motioning everyone to the back.

Everyone moved to the back in a messy, single-file line, still sipping the rest of their wine and chatting with each other. The woman in the pink tracksuit lagging back to walk with Sy, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Ma'am.” He acknowledged her, touching the brim of his hat, but didn't give her much else.

“What's a man like you doing in a pottery class?” She asked, biting the corner of her lip.

Sy licked his lips. “I got nothing better to do.” He said, not willing to admit the real reason he was there to her.

“I'm sure a big, strong, handsome man like you could find something to do.” She insinuated, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Pottery is just fine, thanks.” Sy replied, offering her a weak smile.

“Everyone, please find a pottery wheel and it doesn't matter which one.” Mini said, motioning to the dozen or so pottery wheels in a circle, a round lump of clay already waiting on them to be shaped.

Sy waited until almost everyone was seated, not wanting to take the chance of getting stuck sitting next to the woman hitting on him, far from that mood tonight. So, taking up a pottery wheel and grabbing the provided apron, he took off his hat and set it on a shelf behind his wheel, and slipped on the apron. Sy chuckled, sitting down on the comically small stool before the wheel, as he balanced his large, muscular body on it, smirking up at the rest of the group; seeing some of them sit on the stool like they'd done it a million times and others wobble.

“The first thing we're going to do, before we start shaping our clay,” Mini began explaining, sitting at wheel herself, apron on and perched on her stool, like the forty-plus year pottery maker she was. “is to assign our first timers, helpers. I will be giving instructions and so forth, but your helper will be there for you, just in case you need a refresher or get frustrated.” She told the group, looking around at everyone. “But just remember, just like us, human beings, we are all unique and beautiful. It doesn't matter how many times your clay refuses to shape into what your mind's eye thinks it should, or tears apart, or even if it doesn't bake right in the kiln. It is still beautiful! You still brought it into this world with your own two hands, and you should be proud of that. Because it's something no one else in this room did.”

Sy blinked at her, slightly taken aback by her statement. So used to Army instructors drilling into him about, if it's not perfect, you're dead or your buddy next to you, is.

“So, helpers, I'll let you pick your person. You've all worked here before, so you know how to identify them.”

“And how do you do that?” Someone blurted out, making Mini and the helpers chuckle.

“Well, that's one way for us to find you.” One of the helpers quipped in an Australian accent, moving across the room to said person. “But, it's the name tags, mate, or Ryan, I should say.” He smirked, offering out his hand to the newcomer. “I'm Joel.”

“Those of us here that don't have a name tag, are old pros.” Mini smiled, resting her forearms on the edge of her potter's wheel, while the rest of the helpers spread out.

“Good to see you made it all the way into the building.”

Sy looked over his shoulder and grinned up at you. “Yeah, I had a little bit of help.” He replied, glad, and a bit surprised, to see you were one of the helpers.

“Well, you're about to get some more help.” You said, glancing at his name tag. “Sy.”

He felt a lump lodge in his throat as you said his name. “That's great.” He rasped back. “I'm going to need it. These hands have only known how to do one thing, for the last twenty years.” He told you, holding up his calloused mitts.

“Oh, you got good hands for clay shaping.” You said, taking one of them in both of yours. “I'm sure we can teach these pups a new trick or two.”

“Can you teach this ol' pup any?” Sy asked, smiling at you.

“I might.” You nodded, pulling a stool up beside him. “Let's listen to Mini first, then we can find out what you want to make that clay into.” You told him, giving him an encouraging smile, that cracked open the door to a place he had tried to keep shut.

“Everyone have their partner?” Mini asked, looking around, then nodded. “Good! Now, you're going to learn your proper posture for molding.” She began, leaning forward and started her instruction for the next several minutes.

“Christ, I don't know if I can remember all that.” Sy said, blowing out a breath and shaking his head at his mound of clay. “I'm just a simple country boy, fresh out of the Army.”

You giggled beside him, lightly patting him on the back. “That's why you got me.” You reminded him, sweetly. “Now, what do you want to make? And, I swear if you say a dildo, I will get up and leave.” You warned him, seriously.

“Have people actually asked you that?” He frowned, cocking his head at you.

“Yes, more often than you might think.” You huffed, shaking your head. “I'll make anything else though.”

“To be honest with you,” Sy started, frowning down at the clay and shaking his head. “I don't know what to make. I've never been the artistic type. I always failed art class back in school.”

“Well, that's the wonder of art, and clay for that matter, Sy.” You told him, softly. “You can make whatever you want. You don't need to be artsy for it. What's the first thing that comes to your mind? Anything at all.”

“My dog.” He blurted out, biting his lip, feeling silly for it.

“All right, what about a dog bowl?” You suggested, tossing out the first dog related thing that came to your mind.

“Could we make a bowl?” Sy asked, looking over at you.

“Absolutely!” You nodded, grinning. “If you wanna make a bowl for your doggo, then we'll make one. I'll use all ten years of my clay making experience to help.”

“All right, a bowl for Aika, it is.” Sy nodded back, inspired.

“That's a sweet name.” You commented, watching Sy position himself, much as Mini instructed, then drizzle a little bit of water onto the clay and cup it in his large hands, almost hiding it completely in his palms as he started to work the wheel with his foot. “Good, that's a great speed. Keep it up. Little less pressure though.” You reminded him, watching the clay start to pancake a bit.

“Sorry.” He apologized, letting off on it.

“You're all right.” You answered, shaking your head. “So, what made you try out pottery?” You asked, reaching out, instinctively, to add a little more water.

Sy was quiet for a long moment, playing with and shaping his clay, watching the thick residue from it cover his fingers and palms. While trying to find a way to answer. He could give you the same answer he'd given the pink tracksuit lady or he could be honest. Spying you from the corner of his eye, he noticed you weren't waiting for a reply, not being pushy or intrusive. You had simply asked him the question and given him the space to answer it, when and if he wanted to with no hard feelings.

It was a breath of fresh air to him, just like feeling the wet clay in his hands. Knowing he was creating something, not harming it.

“I was hoping it would help me,” He finally answered you, licking his lips, deciding to be honest. “With my combat PTSD.” He added softer, waiting for your reaction.

“It can be quite calming.” You admitted, no ill reaction on your face. “It can also be rather frustrating.” You chuckled, with a smirk. “I about tossed the piece I was working on this morning, when one of the sides collapsed on me. I'd only been working on it for six hours.”

“Six hours!” Sy exclaimed, sitting back to look at you more steadily.

“You suffer for the art sometimes.” You told him, with amusement at his expression. “But, it's well worth it in the end. Most of the time, at least.”

“Christ, I hope this doesn't take that long.” He said, looking down at the weirdly shaped, almost oblong bit of clay on his wheel.

You looked around the room, before leaning close to Sy. “I think you're wonderful, Oda Mae.” You whispered into his ear, so none of your friends could hear you, knowing the complaints they'd give you for the reference after the class.

A huge smile crossed Sy's face and he howled with laughter, catching everyone's attention.

“I crack a good joke, we all know it!” You told them, grinning with guilt.

“I like you.” Sy said, once everyone's attention went back to their own station. “You're the first person that's made me laugh, like that, since I came home on retirement from the Army. A year ago.”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned, feeling a hot rush through your body that wasn't the glass of wine you had earlier. “Well, if you think I can crack a good joke, you'll see how good of a pottery teacher I am.”

“You take any students?” Sy blurted out, before he knew what he was thinking.

You floundered, mouth hanging open. “Um, no.” You admitted, shocked he'd asked, then saw the light start to fade in his blue eyes. “But I could consider it.” You said, quickly. “Especially if it helps you cope with your PTSD.”

“I think it just might.” He proclaimed, finding himself smitten with both pottery and you.

You laughed, throwing up your arm as Sy flicked the wet clay on his fingers at you. “Austin!” You tried to duck the mucky droplets as they splattered all over your apron, the side of your arm, face and hair, still giggling.

“You were looking a bit dry over there!” He guffawed, grinning at you. “What the heck, are you shapin', anyhow?” He asked, balancing himself back on his stool and eyeing your kaolin clay, seeing the strange, cup-like shape you had going.

“I don't really know.” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders at the grayish-yellow clay before you. “I'm just trying to understand it, and make something. That will hopefully not crack in the kiln. If I ever get around to firing it.” You told him, leaning forward again, feeling the soreness in your lower spine and forearms from working in that position for so long. “What about you?” You asked, cocking a brow at Sy, without looking away from what you were starting to consider your Frankenstein.

“Another ceramic grenade cup.” You smirked, curving your thumb into the center of the clay. “Or, what was that tea pot you made?” You asked, giggling as you recalled pulling the craft out of the kiln.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Sy replied, sounding disgruntled.

You laughed, nodding your head. “That's right, it was supposed to be a turt—Austin!” You shrieked, as his big, wet clay covered mitt swiped across your face. “Oh my god!”

“It was nothing, woman.” He huffed at you, with mischievous eyes, as he sat back down. “But I do have a question for you, babe.”

“Oh?” You replied, standing up to wipe the streak off your face before it dried.

“I was thinking,” He paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip as he continued to work his clay. “I still have a large chunk of my retirement payment from the Army, just sitting in my bank account.” He said, scowling as one side of the clay started to collapse.

“All right.” You nodded, staring down at him, as you stood between your two pottery wheels in the garage of Sy's house, situated on the ten acres he owned.

“I've been considering,” He licked his lips and sat back, to look up at you, wanting to see your face when he said aloud what had been on his mind for the last year and a half. “I want to open up my own shop.”

You blinked at him a couple times, processing his words. “Your own pottery shop?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah, I want to open a pottery barn, to help Vets, like myself. Hell, to help anyone with PTSD or trauma. It helped me through so many nights of episodes and flashbacks.” He explained to you, babbling out the idea that had been swirling around him, and looked back up. “You helped me.” He whispered quietly, before shaking his head and squeezing the clay on his wheel.

“It's a stupid idea.”

Watching him destroy the piece he'd just spent the last hour and a half working on, stung you, but it hurt you more to hear him say his idea was stupid. You thought it was incredible. That it was so thoughtful and sweet of him to want to share a hobby that had given him so much in the last two years.

You were flattered to be a part of that journey with him, as well.

Your big bear.

“I think it's a terribly-” You sat down in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “good idea, Austin Syverson.” You declared, kissing him lovingly. “And if I hear anyone say otherwise, I'll pelt them with wet clay, until they think it is.”

A bright smile pulled across Sy's face as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “So, you'll come be my first employee?” He asked, nosing the side of your neck, smelling your perfume mixed with the earthy scents of pottery, tinged with a light sheen of sweat from how warm it was in the garage.

“Oh, I'm going to work for you, am I?” You cooed, amused. “What position, do I get?”

“Hmm.” He hummed, pressing his lips to your skin. “How about the head of pottery?”

“What's your job going to be?” You asked, eyes fluttering shut.

“I'm the boss.” He chuckled, tugging on your ear. “I'll have a bunch of jobs. But there's no one I trust more than you, with all your infinite wisdom of pottery, to run that area.” He told you, his hands pushing under your tank top. “I do only have two years of experience, compared to your thirteen.”

“Oh, laying it on thicker than a glaze, Captain.” You purred, feeling his fingers leave trails of drying clay on the skin of your back. “But I do like the sound of it. Do I get to boss you around during classes?” You asked, cupping the back of his head in your palm and rubbing the short hair there with your thumb, while your other hand dripped to the strings of his camouflage apron.

Sy smirked, giving your neck a sharp bite and making you gasp. “You boss me around already.”

“I do not!” You huffed, with an amused flash in your eyes, pushing his head back to look up at you.

“Whatever you say, my darling.” He replied, blue eyes sparkling.

“That's what I thought.” You smirked, kissing the bridge of his nose.

Pulling his hands from your tank top and gripping you by the hips, Sy pushed you up and pulled your legs across his lap, so you straddled him. You moaned at the straining bulge in his black sweatpants, pressing down against it through your short-shorts, sucking lightly on your bottom lip.

“What are we calling your little pottery business?” You hummed, reaching between your bodies to slip into the waistband of his sweats, finding his thick manhood and gliding your hand along it, drawing out a shivering sigh out from him.

“I don't know.” He rasped, clawing at your hips and the band of your shorts, leaving red marks in their wake. “Maybe, Sy's Therapy Barn or something.” He puffed, losing focus on the idea of running a business and growing more interested in tearing your shorts and underwear off.

“I like it.” You nodded, slipping off his lap, smiling at his hands grabbing to bring you back, but stood and took your shorts and panties off, before straddling his thick thighs again. “Rolls of the tongue and easy to remember.” You told him, taking his burning shaft in your hand, stroking him firmly as you guided him towards your glistening entrance.

“Mmhm.” Sy mumbled, his mouth latching onto your collarbone. “Whatever you say, babe.”

You chuckled, caressing your free hand over his head and gripped his shoulder, using it as leverage to sink down onto him, with a soft sigh and leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.

“I love you, Syverson.”

“Ditto.” He rumbled back, wrapping his arms around you and locking you against him.

“Welcome to Sy's Therapy Barn!” You grinned as a man came through the door, the bell above it chiming through the building, his ripped muscles making the fabric of his Under Armor shirt scream, his tattooed arms showing below the short sleeves. “Are you here for the classes or to look about?” You asked, motioning around the grand shop with beaming pride.

You and Sy had found a thousand square foot warehouse, filling it with all your pottery and therapy needs and dreams. Sy had even decided to go to school and become a licensed therapist, allowing him to help the people coming into the Therapy Barn better. While they got their hands cupped around the little mounds of clay, during your classes, so they could shape it into whatever their minds wanted or needed.

Part of the warehouse was set up with kilns of all sizes and kinds, tall and wide shelves to hold pour molds and drying creations. While another section was where you and Sy held the classes for the therapy groups, either for former or active Combat Service people or, those who Sy referred to as Regulars, members of the public who hadn't served. All of them there to try and remedy their PTSD, trauma, depression, loss, domestic violence or anything else along those lines.

People that didn't require therapy were also welcome, of course.

But the two of you catered to those in need specifically, and so far, business was booming. Sy had gone to the several local Veteran Centers in the Dallas area with fliers promoting the business's program, as well as the VFW Canteens and posting on the internet. Even calling some of his old comrades. Sy had been worried and a bit skeptical with your first pottery class, sure that no one was going to show up to it. However, when the time rolled around, the bell above the front door started dinging with customers, most of them were middle aged or elderly, but there were several your and Sy's age, looking apprehensive.

It made you smile to see that look on their face, it was the exact expression you'd seen on Sy's face, that night you met in the parking lot of Mini's Pottery Barn, before he discovered the magic of forming clay. You always looked forward to seeing it change into the wonder of how amazing it is, to see your brave Captain use his fresh Bachelor's Degree to help them work through the same struggles he had. The struggles you had woken up at one or two in the morning, to find Sy in the garage, in nothing, but the shorts he'd gone to bed in, hunched over his pottery wheel, his muscles tight and teeth gritted, but his hands cupped gently around the piece of clay he was working. Trying to chase away whatever he had been awoken by.

“I'm here for the class, with Dr. Syverson.” He replied, looking around uneasily, like he expected a bomb to go off in one of the teapots you'd crafted and had on sale in the front window of the shop.

“That's great!” You grinned at him, trying to be open and encouraging towards him. “The class will start in ten minutes. You can either take a seat or have a look around. There's coffee, tea and water on the table with some cupcakes and snicker-doodle cookies, so help yourself.”

“No booze.” He mumbled, eyeing the table.

“No,” You answered, giving him an emphatic look. “Some of our potter's are recovering and sober, so we don't offer it.” You explained to him, glancing over at one of your regulars with a nod. “To repress the urge to relapse.”

He looked at you for a moment. “That's—actually, very thoughtful of you.” He said, blinking as it came over him.

“We do our best.” Sy said, appearing from the back. “Pleasure to meet ya.” He offered his hand to the other man. “Captain Syverson, 1st battalion, 3rd SFG(a). Also Dr. Austin Syverson, the co-owner of this here Therapy Barn.” He introduced himself, always giving his classifications to the Vets, knowing how at ease it made them and started that thread of a bond with him.

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain.” He replied, shaking Sy's hand. “Lieutenant Daniel Burton, 3rd recon battalion, for the Marines.”

“Well, it's good to meet you, Lieutenant.” Sy nodded, then smiled over at you, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back. “I'm sure my fiancee has given you the introduction to our business.”

“That she has.” Daniel nodded, giving you a kind smile. “Though, I'll admit, I'm a little apprehensive as to how this is going to help me get straightened out. I watched some videos on pottery on Youtube and it just doesn't seem like much.”

You and Sy looked at each other, a smile and knowing look on each other's faces.

“It seems that way. I thought the same thing, myself, at first.” Sy confessed, a winking at you. “But, all you have to do is take all your emotions. All your pain, all your love, all your passion and all your rage and work it into that bit of clay we give you on that pottery wheel and the rest comes with it.”

You looked at Sy, it had become a thing between the two of you, and in doing so, that line had become his motto. It had become part of the business's motto, and few people actually caught the reference. But that was all right. The two of you still got through to people in the end. Saving them from their dark past through horrible movie quotes, a man that took a chance on a hobby and your skill with moving clay, sculpting a life and a business out of it.

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loguetowns · 7 months

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to be young

roronoa zoro x reader

your boyfriend thinks he's got jokes

"let's burn it down" + zoro for anon

1.5k words

a/n: it's fluff with very minimal plot (like absolutely none). also slightly ooc zoro? he's very lovey dovey and i'm not sorry about it

zoro knows he was a pain in the ass as a child. dragging his feet to do chores, loud-mouthing all the older kids, challenging kuina day and night for just one more battle - he knows he was a brat.

and, now, at the ripe age of 21, he likes to think that he's grown out of his childish ways. he's mature, seasoned by the hardships of adulthood - a promising young man, if you will.

"ha!" zoro snickers, "i made you look."

"you're so lame," you groan. "i don't know how you tricked me into thinking you were some playboy."

you knock his hand out of your face, but (like the playboy he is) in one smooth motion, he locks his fingers with yours.

"no tricks," he flashes you a grin reminiscent of your first meeting in that hole-in-the-wall bar. "a man can be both, you know?"

"don't i know it," you mumble. yet, for all your grumbling, there's a bashful smile tugging at the corner of your lips that reminds zoro of the moments before he kissed you in that hole-in-the-wall bar.

"anyway," you ignore the look of triumph on zoro's face. "as i was saying, that's my elementary school over there."

against the crimson sky, zoro follows your finger and spies a schoolhouse in the horizon. your other hand is still holding his, swinging in rhythm to his pace.

"that dinky little thing? can you even call that a school?"

"okay, not all of us grew up in a dojo with zen gardens and..." you motion in the air. "-and... meditation grounds."

zoro has to laugh at what you've come up with. his laughter bounces against the cobblestone streets, landing in every spot marked by the setting sun.

"meditation grounds?" he repeats. you scowl. "we didn't have any of those."

"no objections to the zen gardens, i see," you huff.

"they were nice! and i know you liked them. i heard you tell ol' man shimotsuki they were pretty," he pokes your cheek and you swat him away.

"well, here in this li'l town, we don't have any zen gardens but we do have a playground behind the church."

at this point, the schoolhouse has come into view, framed by the aforementioned church. it's got stained-glass windows that glimmer (like your eyes when you laugh) and there are flowers lining the fence (rosy like your cheeks when you blush).

around the back, zoro can spot the essentials of a playground - slide, swings, seesaw, and a carousel that looks like it's seen better days.

"oh, that's... nice."

"thanks for your enthusiasm, baby."

"you know what? you're welcome," he grins.

his sarcasm earns him one of your signature eye rolls, the one that says you're so annoying. and he responds with a devilish smile that says i know, but you love me.

carrying on, you motion towards the playground at the back of the church. "see that carousel? it flung me off this one time and i broke my knee."

he tries to picture a tiny you — baby fat in your cheeks, in a mismatched outfit, holding onto your bloody knee on the concrete. knowing how much of a crybaby you are now, he knows that you were probably bawling when it happened.

he wonders vaguely if you were also cursed with an ugly childhood haircut and snickers at the thought of it. unfortunate hair or not, he's sure of one thing — you must've been the most darling little kid.

"that's terrible," zoro tries not to laugh. "what a shitty thing for a carousel to do."

"right? i was so traumatized, that was the last time i ever rode it."

"should we teach it a lesson?"

the last time you saw zoro teach anybody a lesson, it ended with a bloody nose and a black eye. so it's with much confusion that you turn towards him with a knitted brow.

"what are you on about?"

"the carousel."

"what about it?"

"let's burn it down."

"burn it down," you repeat with an exasperated sigh and a loving smile. "are you crazy?"

he throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. instinct has you tucking into him and, enveloped in his warmth and the scent of steel and mint soap, you find shelter in the spot next to his heart.

"crazy for you maybe," he says with a kiss on your head. "you know what could be fun though? we could go full scorched earth and burn the whole playground down."

"as romantic as arson sounds, i don't want to be complicit in your crimes."

"you're dating a pirate. fraternizing with a criminal doesn't exactly make you innocent."

you turn to zoro, looking up at him with your best doe-eyed look and the cutest pout you can muster (he almost kisses you right then and there in the middle of the square).

"but i'm too cute to go to jail."

that much is true, and zoro knows it more than anyone. you're cute when you're shy, cute when you're happy, and cute even when you're mad. in fact, how adorable you are is the one thing that zoro and that stupid cook can agree upon.

but your darling little heart belongs to him and he'll do anything to keep it in his hands - even if it means jail.

"i'd bail you out though," he rests his chin on your head.

"with what money?"

"hmm, good point. can i borrow some money?"

"are you gonna pay me back?"

"of course, i would never go back on my word."

"how good is the word of a dirty pirate though?"

zoro fakes an offended look, "i shower every day."

"mm, even so," you tap a finger against your chin, as if you're in deep consideration of your options. "i'll loan you the money but you'll have to pay interest."

"who's the crook now?" he chuckles. "okay, so what's the damage?"

"10 kisses per day," you declare. "compounding."

"easy. i'll even pay in advance for ya."

and before you can protest, zoro starts peppering every inch of your loveable face with kisses. he kisses you on your forehead and your cheek and your nose and along your jawline, ignoring your squeals and giggles. you couldn't even escape if you wanted too; he has you tight in his embrace, effectively trapped.

"stop!" you laugh. "i don't want your cooties."

"liar," he growls between kisses. "you want me so bad."

his barrage is relentless, lips brushing skin, as he gently edges you towards the corner around the back of the church. you land against the wall with a soft thud, cushioned by zoro's arms that are holding you so dear.

then, you sigh against him — a shy, little moan in the shadows — and, in this spot away from prying eyes, a switch flips inside him.

surely, he's exceeded his hypothetical debt but how could he stop now? not when his lips finally find yours, and his teasing turns into hunger for your cherry sweet kisses. he cages you between his arms, hands against cold stone, bracing himself as he takes more of you and gives more of himself.

"hah- zoro..."

he responds by leaving a trail of sweet nothings as he travels down to your neck, little confessions of love left on your skin. your hands travel up his arms and the way your fingertips kiss his skin leaves him dizzy.

but then, you suddenly break away and look over his shoulder with a quiet gasp and wide eyes. like an experienced fighter, zoro reacts with protective instinct.

"what? what's wrong?" he whips around but all he sees is an empty playground. hand still on his swords, he turns back toward you — only now you have a mischievous sparkle in your eye and a devious smile.

"made ya look," you cackle.

zoro's shoulders relax, but the absence of a real threat doesn't let you off the hook. he rounds on you, chuckling darkly.

"oh, you are so gonna get it."

and then the tickles start.

you squeal and he laughs, and you are both so, so in love. hiding away from the rest of the world, you giggle and kiss like two teenagers making out for the first time. zoro smiles against you as he appreciates the delightful irony of it all.

zoro's a fearsome pirate with a schoolboy crush and a love that leaves him with butterflies that he'll never admit to — but you know it anyway.

just like how you know his tough side, his soft side, his immature and kiddy side that still snickers when nami trips. the fact that you adore him for all these different parts means more to him than you'll ever know.

and whether zoro's a pain in the ass or not, a kid or an old man, 21 or 81 years old, he hopes that the way he feels about you will forever be timeless.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #¡! ❞ [ fics ]#¡! ❞ [ req ]#another drop in the overflowing bucket of zoro fics that spawned post-opla #thank u mackenyu for being everyone's muse #i still love animanga!zoro sm tho ugh baby boy my love

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ye-olde-sodor · 1 year

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Forget any idea you had for Thomas stories, I wanna see the engines and the narrator interacting with each other for some sort of April fools themed episode. All the dialogue between them is snarky and sassy just like in season one…but it’s cranked up to 11. Or maybe even have the engines are self-aware that they’re in a tv show???

Just...imagine for a moment what that would be like.

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Narrator: “This Is Thomas! He’s a cheeky little engine who has a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy dome, and a short stumpy-“

Thomas: “WE GET IT. I’M SMALL. By my maker Is that really the only thing you can describe me as?!”

Narrator: “No, actually! I forgot to mention he has a temper of one of those small rat dogs that women keep in their purses and treat them like children! Why one could argue that he has the temper of a rooster!”

Thomas: “THATS IT-”

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Percy: "Hey Thomas, I'm supposed to go to the works at 5, could you cover for my mail train?"

Narrator: "This made Thomas very cross, he told Percy that he should do his own work and-"

Thomas: "Oh of course! Is it just the regular route?"

Narrator: "Wait no, that's not what you're supposed to-"

Percy: "Yep! My driver can come with you if you'd like!"

Thomas: "If he wouldn't mind coming along with us. I'd hate to make your train late."

Narrator: "Stop that-"

Percy: "Thanks Thomas, I really appreciate it. I'll leave the train near the sheds when I have to leave."

Thomas, very smuggly: Oh it's nothing, really! Anything for my best friend!"

Narrator: "STOP!"

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Narrator: “And then there was trouble!”

Edward, rapidly descending down Gordon’s hill and becoming a runaway: “Oh of course there’s trouble! Why wouldn’t there be trouble WHEN ISNT THERE TROUBLE-“

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Percy, late at night: “Where do you think that voice in the sky goes when we all go to sleep? Does he have a home to go to?”

Edward: "Hmm...I'm not sure. Maybe he goes to a shed just like us!"

James: “Oh please, If he spends all of his free time with us, I doubt he even has a bed let alone a shed!"

Narrator: “I’m still here, you know!”

*cue ungodly screeching*

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Henry, after having yet another derailment this week: “Do we really need to have an accident every episode??? Is it really that vital to this forsaken franchise to have some large an monumental crash every day???”

Gordon, using his winch to help Henry: “No, but it would be rather dull if Thomas didn’t fling himself headfirst into a fistfight every two minutes, wouldn’t you agree dear?”

Henry: “…Fine, your right…but it wouldn’t hurt to pick on someone else every now and again would it?!

*a hearty laughter from Gordon ensues*

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Duck: "Does anyone ever think about what that voice in the sky is? Like...Is it a man? Is it an engine? A God?"

Thomas: "I...never actually thought about that."

Gordon: "I just assumed he was a result of being on this accursed island for so long. I'm surprised that we can hear him but the humans can't...it's quite concerning if you ask me!"

Percy: "Maybe he is a God! An Engine God!"

Gordon: "Oh now look what you've started!"

Edward: "Hold on now, I think he's onto something!"

Thomas: "W-what do we do with this? What can we do with this?"

Edward: "Well, we can tell it to others! Like how the priests do for churches!"

Percy: "What about those cerci-moneys? I heard that humans do those for their Gods!"

Duck: "Maybe we should name him first! It's only proper!"

Gordon: "STOP ENCOURAGING HIM!"

Narrator: *holding in his laughter*

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#ttte #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte thomas #ttte percy #ttte james #ttte edward #ttte duck #thomas casually throwing hands with anyone will never not be funny to me-#he's half feral half gentleman you cannot tell me otherwise #ttte shitpost

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osleeplessflowero · 2 months

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✨~📖Fairytale Series📖~✨

Previous Part 💙 First Part ❤️ the show must go on. ;) so here's another oneshot! oh, do i love enemies to lovers.. it's mostly nightmare focused but there'll be more oneshots with this plotline so the others will get more time to shine later!

Stars twinkle overhead in the night sky. The church's bells ring in unison as you walk down a long hallway, adjusting your crown so it doesn't slip with an irritated look.

Today was..a stressful one, to say the least.

As a ruler, you take pride in hosting various beautiful parties for the people of your kingdom. Nobility, working class, peasants..anyone may attend, which has led to quite a lot of gossip..gossip that sometimes caught the attention of the wrong crowds.

This morning, you'd received word that a ruler from a neighboring kingdom would be attending your event today..one you had planned to avoid all contact with, having known the terrible rumors about him..and having met him before. A monster who overtook his kingdom by force..cruel to his subjects. Corrupt. You'd rather not associate with someone like that..but it seems you have no choice.

Walking into the ballroom, you put on your best performed smile, walking over to a throne that had been placed down and thanking your staff for moving it for you, sitting down on a high balcony so you can oversee everyone below.

"May the festivities commence!" You call out, hearing cheers from those below and letting out a contented sigh. At least you can embrace their enjoyment until a certain someone arrives..

The band plays their best songs with smiles, the various groups of humans and monsters alike dancing together on the ballroom floor..a bright, brilliant chandelier shines above them all.

This is all you've ever truly wanted..peace among your kingdom. People being able to get along and coexist without fail..your parents had never seen your vision when they were still here, but now? Well..you've proven them wrong. Peace is the right answer..true bliss.

..That is interrupted when the entrance doors slam open. The crowd gasps. You stand, putting your hands on the railing in front of you.

"What is the meaning of this?" You ask, eyes darting around.

Gasps move around the room like wildfire. Everyone turns to the entrance, wondering who could be causing such a ruckus.

Two skeletons enter the ballroom, standing side by side. One with a large grin on his face, the other's shrouded in the shadow of his hood.

"ladies and gentlefolk! wow, is this a beautiful party! really outdid yourself up there, your majesty!"

"and now..we are proud to announce.." The hooded one strains a word there as the two of them hold their arms to the door.

"the arrival of his majesty!" They say together.

An uncomfortable aura fills the room..a chill goes down your spine as a faint green light is seen visible burning in the darkness of the entranceway.

A king steps out, a calm but sly grin on his face. His body is stained with some sort of substance..his attire a dark shade of green to match his single bright eyelight. He leans a cane on the floor, standing between the two as another guard stands behind him..almost as if he doesn't want to be associated.

"king nightmare!"

You feel your grip on the railing tighten. First he has the audacity to show up uninvited and now he feels the need to interrupt the party with an introduction? How self centered can you be?

His grin stretches a bit as he looks up at you. He's revelling in your anger. He can definitely feel it..

"Oh my, isn't that.. the rumored 'King of Negativity'? What's he doing here?" The party members gossip. "I heard he took over his kingdom by banishing his brother somewhere so he would have complete control..how cruel." "I hear he feeds off of the negativity of others..like a leech."

"Your majesty.." He looks up at you, holding out a hand. "Lovely party you're having. I must send my compliments to your decorators..even if it is much too bright for my tastes."

"King Nightmare..what a pleasure. Seems you decided to attend after all." Your smile is strained as you make your way over to the staircase on your left to go down and greet him.

"How could I miss something like this? A party held in one of the most notoriously peaceful kingdoms around..I simply had to see it for myself."

You clear your throat. "Everyone, please continue indulging in the festivities!"

People murmur amongst themselves before the band catches the hint, playing their music again and allowing them to dance and mingle once more.

"Why are you here?" You ask, blunt now that everyone's eyes have been turned away. "There has to be a reason. I heavily doubt you came here for a bit of fun. That's not your thing."

"Such an observant little ruler.." "Do not patronize me."

He snaps his fingers, getting the attention of the others. "Boys, go do something. I'm dismissing you for the evening."

"hell yeah! c'mon dusty, let's go get some drinks." The more energetic skeleton drags the tired one away, the much taller and..honestly more threatening skeleton in the back moving to lean on one of the walls to keep watch.

"What are you planning? You're nowhere near the type to indulge in festivities." "Am I not allowed to visit a potential business partner?" "I have no interest in doing business with You." You glare at him, earning a chuckle as he makes his cane disappear. He holds out his hand to you, making you raise a brow in confusion.

People begin to notice, glancing over curiously and beginning to gossip.

"This is a party..won't you do me the honor of a dance, Your Majesty?"

"With..little respect due, your grace, I would rather my soul shatter in front of all these people." "That could be arranged." His eyelight glows menacingly, but you refuse to back down.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You scoff, turning away before he grabs your hand, pulling you over to him. You feel your heart skip a beat as you look up into his eye, shocked.

"You know nothing of what I want, my dear. But for now, we may as well put our true wants aside and enjoy the evening. Isn't that what you'd prefer?"

You look around, everyone's eyes on the two of you. Damn it.

You strain a new smile. "Fine. You want a dance? Let's dance."

His signature smirk you'd love to punch off of his face in front of the hundreds attending slides its way back onto his face as the song changes. The two of you move in sync, despite the occasional intentional slips you pull that he unfortunately knows just how to correct. Every move, he knows how to match it. How the hell does he do that? It's annoying..

You go to say something when he spins you out away from himself quickly, grabbing something midair before pulling you back against him. You raise a brow in confusion before he shows you the dagger he'd just caught.

"Seems even in a peaceful land there's someone who'd want you dead. How ironic." "..I'm not going to thank you for that." "Thanks isn't something I'm looking for."

Killer leans on one of the tables, raising his browbones at some ladies that pass by who giggle in reply, earning a smack on the head from Dust.

"focus, we've gotta make sure nightmare isn't harmed here."

"oh, c'mon, dusty! he can handle himself just fine- pluuus we're dismissed, don't you wanna have a little fun? maybe meet someone new?"

"i don't have time to waste on things like that. i'm sure horror feels the same way, right horror?"

"don't talk to me."

Killer turns to the two of you. "you know..their majesty's pretty mysterious..they've caught my interest."

"you have no chance of catching the eye of a ruler, killer."

"i bet i could! i'd just have to have an opportunity..whenever nightmare gets tired of..looking at them like that."

"hmm." There's a pause. "..i guess they do seem pretty interesting.."

"see!" Killer replies, earning a shrug from Dust.

Soon enough other dancers on the floor move around you both in circles, leaving you in the center where everyone can watch your glares at one another.

"I truly do loathe you, your majesty." "What a wonderful thing to say, your grace." He grins at you as the music begins to fade out, before spinning you and dipping you as everyone gasps.

"You have such a way with words."

You shiver at his whisper, feeling heat rise to your face as the glare in your eyes intensifies. If people weren't watching, you'd smack him right here.

He raises you back up, looking from your eyes to your lips briefly before letting you go. "Wonderful dancing skills, your majesty. I'm sure you had a lovely teacher. Maybe work on those slips, though."

"You little.."

He waves you off as he walks away. You walk gracefully into another room, before immediately running over to one of the sofas and screaming into a pillow. Oooh, you're gonna counter him one day if it's the last thing you do!

"so, boss, how'd it go?"

"I'll be coming back here very soon. I'm assuming you'll be joining me?"

"of course! wouldn't miss it for the world." Killer lets out a chuckle.

#sleeplessflower's drabbles #sleeplessflower's fairytale series #bad sanses x reader #nightmare sans x reader

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 2 years

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Confessions

Warnings - Smut (Unprotected super smutty sex, Oral sex, face sitting, Praise kink, Degrading, Hair pulling, back scratching, marking, squirting, eating out)

Summary - You and JJ are something, will you cross the line between into something more? Sexual tensions are rising..

A/N - This concept is inspired by the song Church by Chase Atlantic.. Thank you for all your love and support, much appreciation to all of you because your all so sweet and kind to me 🥹❤️

Word count - around 2200+

You're wearing nothing, but my t-shirt

Call me shallow, but I'm only getting deeper, yeah

Stay on the ground until your knees hurt

No more praying baby, I'ma be your preacher

And I'll keep leading you on

If you keep leading me into your room

The drinks are all gone

But that's fine baby, so am I

I'm about to take you back to church (back to church)

Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst? Yeah (yeah, what's the worst?)

Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts (you know it hurts)

'Cause I'm about to take you back to church

Oh, oh yeah

I'll keep you up until the sunset

Speaking in tongues, yeah, we ain't done yet, yeah

Don't take my verses out of context

I know it's weighing on your conscience

You were walking through the party, wanting JJ to be here. He never did show up, disappointed you turned to the stairs. You were tired of everyone except for JJ, you lived for JJ.

JJ kicks his feet up playing with his rings, licking his lips looking up to the sky. He ruffles his blonde locks, laying down sighing as he thinks of you. Your pure self, so precious in the world, such a pretty girl.. his pretty girl. You could never do anything wrong to anyone else’s eyes, however you are quite the tease yourself.

Always acting innocent in front of everyone else’s eyes, JJ can see right through your lies. He knows that what lays underneath is much more than the truth beholds to you. Needing to get relief from himself, to show you what your games do to him. Loving the way you think you can do anything to him without a consequence, he chuckles seeing your smirk to him.

Now at a kook party, JJ downs his last drink of the night. Seeing as the drinks are all gone but it’s alright he is gone himself. You walk past him in the hallway, swaying your hips. JJ smirks, seeing there is no one around, he grabs your wrist slamming you into the wall.

“JJ,” You gasp, JJ is hovering over you with his arm above you, “Princess,” He licks his lips, “I see you're wearing nothing but my t-shirt,” his breath, tickling your skin as your breathing is heavy, you feel his smirk against your neck.

Lost in the feel of him, you close your eyes as it’s too unbearable to stare into his icy, blue eyes. JJ holds you up as your knees are getting weaker, “Jump,” he whispers, licking the side of your neck, you let out a little moan but trying to compress it. JJ growls just as you jump, wrapping your legs around his torso. You know he means business as he kisses down your neck, lingering his scent, feel, touching your skin, indenting himself into you.

“No more praying for this moment to happen, baby!” JJ growled before you could catch your breath, taking you to your room.. forgetting all about the party, not that you were going to go back downstairs.

“I never thought you would come,” You gasped, JJ holding you up with his strong arms against your bedroom wall. You could feel his bulge rubbing into your pussy, his hands firmly on your waist as he grinds his hips into you. JJ leads his head back, “Fuck, princess.. you I need you so bad,” He grunts into your ear.

“Take me, JJ-..”

“FUCK,”

You squeeze your eyes tight, you feel your back on the bed. JJ lifts your, well his shirt up kissing your stomach, thighs, making you feel like a goddess. He spreads your legs apart as you relax letting your core drip for him. JJ takes your panties down your legs, “Mm, I would love to taste you but that’s another time! I need to fuck you, Princess,”

JJ already nearly, undressed in a quick move, shoved his hard cock into your cunt, “Oh, you're so large Jay!” You moaned out, letting your mouth drop into bliss. JJ stretches you out so good, you see stars as he slams his cock in and out of you.

His hands onto your hips, holding you tightly, in place as he goes deeper, “Fuck, princess! You feel so good,” JJ groans into your shoulder, “J, faster,” You let out a strange moan as he hits that deep encouraging part of you.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,”

“JJ,” You scream, his cock hitting the back of your cervix.

“Scream my name, baby!” JJ runts into you, feeling every inch of your pussy clench around him, “Scream my name,”

“JJ-..”

“Take it, fucking TAKE IT!”

JJ fucks you into the bed, your rolling your eyes back as you feel his cocky ego deepen into your cherry even further. Your fingertips scratching his skin as JJ sinks perfectly into your cunt, feeling every inch, every vein, every feeling of desperation of him.

You're ready to confess your sins, letting JJ take you in such an unholy way but you don’t care.. as you live for this boy,

“My girl begging for my cock all the time,”

“Ah, Yes! JJ,” You moaned.

“You clench my cock so good, baby,” JJ pushes himself into your faster, “I’m taking you back to Church, sweetheart!”

Before you could respond you felt JJ lifting you up, turning you around on your stomach. Quickly, placing his cock back into your wet, tight core. You whimper as you could feel him throb, you clench around him.

“Your pussy responding so good, baby,” JJ spoke in hush words as his pace quickened. You squeeze your thighs together, around his cock. “Tell your confessions, what’s your worst You little slut?” You whimper because you couldn’t answer as he had his large hands tightenly, wrapped around your throat.

“Are you too drunk on my cock?” JJ kisses harshly up your skin, you close your eyes feeling his warm, rough lips on your skin is heavenly, “Answer me Slut!”

Your body is flushed against the bed, you couldn’t speak feeling overwhelmed but in a really good way. You roll your eyes back once more, clenching your pussy around him.

“Is my baby close?” JJ hums, grinding his hips into you at a good pace.. again hitting deeper into your sweet, little pussy.

“Yes, J,” You screamed, you can feel his cock throbbing intensely.

“Cum for me princess!” JJ cums into your tight pussy, you feel the warm, slick fluid flowing into you.

JJ slaps your ass, dragging you down at the end of the bed, “JJ!”

“What baby?” JJ smirks, taking his stiff hardened cock to your thighs to tease you “No more praying, I’m going to be a preacher!” He grunts.

JJ is still hard for you, you thought as he pins you down against the bed.

“Such a good little slut to me, Aren’t you?” JJ kisses your neck, shoulders and collar bone as he fucks you up a second time, “I can’t take it, JJ!” You grunt feeling your pussy clench tighter.

“Awe, but your such a good girl for me, taking my cock!” JJ rams into you faster, deeper hitting your G spot.. making you feel sticky again. You love the way how his large cock fits into you, smoothly.

“I was made for you and you was made for me, Baby!” JJ whispers into you, almost Lovingly, “Shut your mouth, other than your pretty little moans and I take it!” You hear his voice growl a second later into your ear, there’s your JJ.

“You got yourself into this mess, babe,”

“JJ,”

“I’ll keep you up until sunset, stay still and let me fuck you good baby!” JJ smooths you over with his hand as his other is still firmly into your hips, holding you down against the bed.

“Fuck me, JJ! Ruin me,”

“That’s what I want to hear, you letting me ruin this pretty pussy of yours,” JJ pulls onto your hair as you scream his name.

“Good girl, feel my cock into your tight, cunt,”

“I bet she’s loving him, I can feel her clench around me again,” JJ grunts, “Is she close, princess?”

You nod as you whimper.

“Use your words.. or else slut’s like you don’t get to cum,” He growls into your ear, making you jerk into him faster.

“Yes, JJ.. love your cock!! I’m such cum slut for your cock,” you scream, “Fuck, I’m going to squirt!”

“That you are, such a good cum slut for my cock,” JJ grunts, “Squirt all over my cock, babe,”

“Cum for me Princess, such a good girl,” JJ couldn’t hold back as he feels your pussy squirting with your drenched sweet fluid on his cock. He fucks into you one more time and releases his hot, sticky, white cum inside your tight, wet cunt.

“Everyone will know that you're mine!”

“All yours JJ,” You nodded.

“Look at her, she’s dripping with me baby,” JJ whispers, “The way it should always be!”

“So fucking good! JJ!” You moan, feeling your thighs clench because of the feeling of how full you are of him.

“JJ,” you shout, “No more,” you clench even more for him.

“Awe look at you, my precious baby so full of my Cummies,” JJ taunts, “You need more don’t you?” He smirks, using his hands into your thighs to trail, right near your cherry.

“Your cunt is dripping because of me,”

JJ pulls you down into the edge of the bed, “ Let me taste her, baby,” he commanded.

You let out a deep moan as JJ slips his skilled, wet tongue into your pussy. Swirling your swollen clit, making you clench even more if that’s possible. You're having a hard time keeping your legs open, JJ’s hands gripped your thighs tightly because you couldn’t.

“Keep those pretty legs open!”

“JJ,” You manage to moan out, listening to him mumble into your cunt.

“So sweet, baby!” JJ fucks his tongue deep into your pussy more, “I’m going to..” he moans, couldn’t help himself as your too sweet, “Baptise into your thighs until it hurts,”

“So sensitive,” You whimper, JJ nods, lifting you up so your sitting your thighs on his face, “How is that baby?” He smirks, licking his lips to the sight of your dripping core.

“Oh, JJ!” You scream, “I can’t, I can’t-..” JJ tastes himself as he cleans you out, licking your cunt into bliss.

“Fuck, baby.. yes you can,” JJ moans into your sweet, slick pussy encouraging you,, “I can’t get enough of you,” grabbing your thighs roughly, pulling them more into his face.

JJ’s nose hitting your clit, making you clench around his tongue.

“Calm down, Pretty girl,” JJ pats your thigh, how could you calm down? You got A FUCKING GOD INBETWEEN YOUR THIGHS..

YOUR SITTING ON HIS FACE!! FOR FUCK SAKE..

JJ wastes no time into diving back into your pussy, licking and swirling his tongues. His tongue going really deep into your walls, making you clench your thighs again.

you couldn’t resist.

“JJ,” You scream.

“That’s it baby, ride my face,” JJ grunts, vibrating into you, “You taste so good, especially with my cum in you!” He rolls his eyes, curling his tongue into you deeper as you moan, shouting his name.

“My Pretty girl, MINE,” JJ breaths out, grunting into your cherry, “You taste so sweet,”

“JJ, it hurts,” You cry..

“Good baby, you close?” JJ muffles, holding down your hips into his face.

“JJ, it hurts,” You cry more, JJ dives into your pussy harder.. feeling your whimpers louder, “It’s ok, you can take it, sweet girl!!”

“My sweet girl,”

“Fuck, Yes! I’m so close,” You moan.

“Please, let me cum JJ,”

“Love when you beg, baby. Your sweet little pussy is made, all just for me!”

“Yes, JJ! All yours,” You confirmed his words, loving how possessive he got.. even if you weren’t dating.. only friends with benefits.

“Fuck!” JJ grunts, “Let me have it, on my face princess,” He flicks his tongue harder on your clit and core.

“JJ,” You scream, trembling on his face as he tightens his strong arms around your hips, to keep you steady.

“Holy shit, you squirted,” JJ moans into your sensitive slit, lapping up your wetness as you moan.

“Such a good girl, my good girl,” JJ pulls you into his chest and kisses your lips passionately, he has never did that before. Only kissing other areas of you such as your neck, shoulders, collar bone, etc..

“JJ,” You moan, he roughing sets you straddling onto his lap, “What about being nothing more?”

“I don’t care, I want you to be mine.. if you want to be,” JJ grunts, looking into your gorgeous eyes.. you swear you saw JJ maybank go soft in a split second.. In his icy, blue eyes.

You must be hallucinating since you been thoroughly, fucked out of your mind by him.. he did give you 3.. really Pleasurable Orgasms.. plus two of them, you squirted for him.

“Fuck, JJ..” You crash your lips against his, “I’m all yours,” You whisper, ruffling your hands into his blonde locks.

“Good, baby.. I’m all yours too,” JJ smirks, taking you into his mouth again as you moan, tasting him and yourself since you’re mixed together.

“All mine,” JJ whispers again, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his smile shines brighter than any other stars you seen.

“Yours,” You smile the same as JJ, wrapping your arms and legs just as tight.

You do taste good together.. you must admit you thought.

That’s how his and your confession started..

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Until Death Do You Vow Ch7 Memories To Solve

(Warnings: Ian cheats on both reader and Mc from SWWSDJ during a flashback. Reader gets jump scared by Violet again. Some innuendos. Mentioning of blood. Some abuse, Elias's illness, name calling, and such in the flashbacks with Elias's family. Mentions of death and murder.)

Church bells chimed in the morning.

Flowers. Soft petals. Meant for their beauty to symbolize the beauty of the bride.

Organ music. To match in chimes of the steps of the bride walking down the aisle.

An audience to shed tears of happiness for many happy moments to come from this union.

Smiles shown at one another in the joys of the moment.

A breath to fill your lungs trying not to cry as you smiled up at the man in front of you. The one you were going to marry and have a life with after you both finally graduated. But this moment couldn't wait. This magical moment after a year. Some say it was fast but you supposed it was called love at first sight for a reason.

Or at least it was supposed to be. A wedding was nothing if a groom never showed up for his bride leaving her humiliated by the alter and missing the wedding entirely. Only to show up after everyone decided to call it quits and leave for the night. Waiting for you with baited breath and a guilty look on his face. He wasn't even wearing a tuxedo. But better late than never.

"Ian! There you are! Where have you been? Y'know what? Nevermind! The priest is still here. We can go inside and still elope even if everyone left already!"

Smiles turned to him exceedingly and in joy-

"I-...I-I can't."

Reality shattered. Gasps wracked around. Silence fell.

Your eyes blinked at his guilty face. "I-...What?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n." His hands released yours as he looked down. "But I can't go through with this! I-... I've been having an affair with you behind someone else's back. Someone whom knows and left me a year ago."

More gasps were had. A bouquet of flowers dropped from your hands to your feet. Time seemed to slow before completely freezing.

"W-What?!"

"I really did try to make this work! I thought if I forced myself to invest time with you I'd forget all about them but I couldn't and I still don't. I still love them!"

Your world shattered as humiliation, guilt, regret, anger all swirled about behind shock which was the strongest emotion. Keeping you from saying anything as Ian without looking up at you took off his ring and without saying anything pushed it back into your palms.

"Here. Take this. You can sell it to get some money. I-It's the least you deserve after what I put you and them through. I'm-... I'm sorry, Y/n. I really am."

He then left the bride standing there. Nothing but white on her body. Tears on her cheeks. And crushed flowers at her feet. No one but her lonely self for comfort in the moonlight so late at night.

"Y/n? Y/N!! Are you there?! Hey! Answer me, Bud! Hello? Say anything! Yell at me if you have too!"

"Dearest! My darling, are you alright!"

Heavy. Your body felt so heavy and yet so light at the same time. Gone was the hazy light that hurt your eyes and back was the darkness. Your eyes slowly fluttered and opened up to the dark world- only to jump wide awake as a flash of lightning crashed across the sky and lit up the ghost that was cradling your body in his arms and looked absolutely worried. Around you was still dark and night. Still raining hearing all the beats against the green house glass. Your eyes blinked up at the ceiling in shock before Elias sighed in relief.

"Oh thank you're alright. I thought the worst when you fell to the floor."

You blinked again before you groaned and reached up to sit up. "What happened?"

"Here. Let me help you." You were literally hoisted to your slightly wobbling legs by Elias as you reached up to hold your head. "Are you alright? You collapsed to the floor."

"Yeah. I'm good. I just need a moment." Shaking your head you took a moment before looking at Elias who looked especially frazzled. "Are you alright? You were freaking out back there."

"Yes. I-.. I-Im fine. Pardon me for worrying you. I just..Need a moment of privacy." He quickly changed the subject turning away from you and just picking up the vase. "I should really d-do the decor since you've already decided on the interior and my grandmother's recipes are still amiss."

"Oh...Why don't I look around and see if I can try and find them since you're gonna be busy decorating?" You offered reaching down to pluck up the flowers you dropped. "It would make things go a little faster."

"I .. wouldn't want to bother you."

"It's not a bother. I'd like to help you."

"...*sigh* Very well then. But I ask you remain close by in case something comes up."

You nodded. "Deal. And don't worry about it. If I find it I'll come back and find you. You go take a moment to lie down and get better."

Elias only nodded before turning and leaving you in the greenhouse, pushing the vase in his arms out while the rest of him phased through the doors. You watched him go before you sighed and reached up a hand to rub at your forehead. What the heck just happened?

"Is he gone?", Taylor's voice once again rang out loud, and your eyes flickered back over towards the door waiting a few minutes before humming ok. "Good. Now who was that woman?"

Your eyes lit up in surprise. "Wait. You saw her too?!"

"I heard another voice through all the static. A woman I think?? Didn't recognize her and it certainly wasn't you."

"Well you're not gonna believe this but I'm pretty sure I just met Violet Dupont."

"WHAT?!,'' he shrieked out as you expected. "That's insane! Is her spirit there too?! Are you ok?!"

"I'm fine. And no. She's not here..It was more like flashbacks or visions or something like in movies."

"*Sigh* Well whatever the case is, you got some time to look around before Elias gets done decorating and comes back to find you. Let's use this opportunity to look around and see if there's anything interesting."

"Right. I'll start downstairs since I'm already here. Might as well look for those recipes too since I did promise."

Taylor didn't answer that as you slowly walked out of the greenhouse and back day the way you came back to the foyer. Ah. The place where it all began. Still looked the same as before and not anything interesting was here, so you passed it to go snooping on the other side of the house. There was a small hallway with only two doors leading to some places you didn't know. You decided to grab the first pair of double doors and push them in with a creak. They slowly opened up knocking some dust into the air which you coughed at and waved away. It looked like...a giant living room almost. A few coaches and a love seat sat around the middle of the room across from a fireplace and above said fireplace was a mounted deer head. The sofas looked liked they'd seen better days looking extremely worn with tears here and there. An old grandfather clock was propped up against one wall, a rocking chair in one corning, another large bookshelf like in the study, and a painting of a building hung up on one wall. Guess Elias hasn't worked his magic here yet. Never the less you slowly walked in and looked around the room. Between the couch cushions, lifting up the painting, etc. It all harboured nothing. So you decided to again poking around the bookshelf for anything. F/c eyes scanned the many book spines. A series of encyclopedias, a dictionary, a thesaurus, a bible, Bible hymns, a collection of Shakespearean plays-

Nothing here that'll be helpful to you and a quick scan around the rest of the shelf also showed no signs of a recipe. So you moved on. Exiting the room, and closing the door behind you. No dice in this room. Perhaps the other would show some results. You slowly approached the other pair of double doors and turned the doorknobs, pushing them in to stick your head in once more. It looked like a dining room. A large dining stable stood in the table surrounded by chairs and when lightning crashed again you could also make out a chandelier swinging above the table. Two lamps were placed on either side of the large window which the rain continued to batter against, and there was another fireplace. But one thing caught your eyes which was a fancy looking cabinet with glass windows-

"Hey. You've been pretty quiet for a while now. Is everything ok?,'' Taylor asked slightly concerned in your ear.

"I'm fine. I think this is where the dining room was. Certainly looks better than the lounge."

"Anything interesting?"

"There's a cabinet with more books. The Gallaghers seemed to loved reading."

"Can you look around for anything important before indulging in literature again?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes but complied. It didn't hurt to look around once more. You went poking at the fireplace, pushing up the lamp shades, and peeking under the table. No dice again. Gods. These heels were killing you! Eventually you found yourself slowly kneeling down trying not to fall over in your dress to peer at the bottom of the shelf. They seemed to be filled with recipe books of European cuisine. Irish, Polish, Dutch, and a few others. Could one of those be the recipe book Elias was referring to?

"Nothing in here that's mystery solving but I did find the cook books. ..But I dunno which one Elias is looking for."

"He wanted to bake you a cake right? Maybe he's looking for a desert book specially?," Taylor suggested. "...Can ghosts even eat anything?"

"Well Elias did have some tea and biscuits a little while ago. Maybe it's like food offerings for spirits?" Taylor hummed and you could already hear him mentally write that note down. You just continued to skim through the books here for any desert ones specifically. "...Hey. Do you maybe think that what Elias said about my flowers was true?"

"Which part?"

"That I really needed a friend and was seeking something to heal my heart?"

There was silence on the other side from Taylor for a long moment before he sighed. "I mean isn't that what everyone wants? I know I would want a friend, and you did go through a lot...But I wouldn't put a bunch of thought into it. It's just a bunch of flowers."

"Right...I don't see any desert books here, so I'm gonna look in the top half. But on the subject of flowers, you do know why I picked those zinnias right?" You slowly stood up taking the bouquet of white roses and orange zinnias with you before you carefully placed them on the table.

"No but I still stick by the fact that they made a good bouquet! Why?"

"Because they reminded me of you."

There was a choked wheeze from the other side of the line and you laughed hearing Taylor sputtering out noises. In the meantime you turned back to the upper part of the cabinet-

Static suddenly blares through the earpiece as dizziness strikes your mind. Your vision darkens as the room spins and your suddenly off your feet falling and falling through the darkness until your body strikes something. You opened your eyes. The dining room was back. The chandelier was swinging back and forth. Despite the living fire in the fireplace it was absolutely freezing in here like you were dumped in the north pole.

This wasn't right.

It wasn't raining like before and there wasn't any fires when you walked in here. Confused you turned back to the cabinet only to freeze as your eyes made contact with the glass. Encased in the glass was the figure of a woman. She's so far yet getting closer and closer. A knife in her hand and a Cheshire cat grin on her face. Her bloodlust filled gaze pierced your soul like a knife through hot butter. You couldn't move. Couldn't breath as absolute terror filled your cold body. Her mouth escaped a few airy but sinister low chuckled that sounded like right out of a horror movie as she got closer and closer to your frozen body. Close enough for you to almost feel the breath of her giggles on your face as the hand with the knife raised-

"GET AWAY FROM ME?!," You voice finally bellowed out loudly breaking from whatever spell held you captive and threw up your hands to shield yourself.

You again fell. Vision fading in and out fast until with a loud thud you fell to your knees.

A gasp escaped your lips as your hands clutched the front of your gown covering the dress. Behind you a strike of lightning lit up the now deserted dining room leaving only you gasping there on the floor heart racing.

"Hey are you ok?! Answer me if you're ok!," Taylor cried out and you wheezed in response which seemed to be enough for him. "What happened? We're you attacked? The line went static again!"

"I-If by ok you mean j-j-jumpscared? Then I'm doing great.", you said sarcastically.

"I heard something like whispering or chanting?? Was that you?!"

You shook your head. "It was Violet again."

Taylor gave a short whine of concern. "I'm starting to think there's more spirits in here besides Elias. Why would there be interference when he's not even in the room?"

You opened your mouth- "Darling?" You looked over your shoulder. Elias was there. Said ghost was hovering over you in worry frowning at the position you sat in. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"I fell down." That was the truth after all. You didn't think it was a good idea to tell Elias you had visions of his ex who was the one responsible for his untimely demise. At least not yet. He looked alarmed but you just pointed at the cabinet. "I think I found where the recipe books are."

"Goodness! I do hope you're not hurt. Here. Let me help you up." You accepted his help as he gently grabbed you under the arms and pulled you back up into a standing position. "Better?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks. My feet are just sore from walking around in these heels all night." You really hoped these visions wouldn't be happening all night. "Are you done decorating already?"

He smiled again and nodded. "Yes. I was wondering where you may have wondered off too. Im only sorry I couldn't be here to stop you from hurting yourself."

Taylor groaned and you ignored him waving a hand. "Nah. I've already tripped so many times tonight I'm used to it by now. And I'm not hurt so don't worry about it. Let's just focus on the rest of the preparations."

Elias nodded with a smile. "Yes. Of course." You watched as Elias went over with a bounce in his...float(??) over to the cabinet before carefully opening it up and reaching inside to skim over the books. "Our wedding shall be oh so fine, the layered cake most of all. Nana's baking's devine, and when paired with white wine, to not taste would be most regrettable." He stopped on book before looking at you. "Although I do miss her cream pies as well. Shame they're not quite appropriate for a wedding ceremony."

Taylor busted out in loud laughter in your ear and you snorted which you quickly turned into a loud cough as Elias rose a brow."S-Sorry. Some dust flew into my mouth." You tried not to laugh despite Taylor continuing to in your ear. "*ahem* Anyways it l-looks like we found it!"

He smiled wider. "Indeed. I have the recipe we need here. She wrote the recipe in a manner that allowed you to make it in any flavor as long as you had the proper ingredients. Say what flavor should our cake be, Dearest?"

"Funfetti. C-Chose funfetti," Taylor joked out through some remaining giggles.

You ignored him. "I dunno. White cake is usually served in weddings right?" You hummed thinking. "...Maybe vanilla? Or an angel food cake or would yellow cake be better?"

"What cake did you have at your other wedding?"

You shrugged. "Didn't get one. To be honest I didn't get a whole lot of say in the wedding plans. He sort of just threw it all together and called it a day."

Elias paused to look at you in shock before frowning in annoyance. "He sounds like an awful man. To be so inconsiderate of his own Bride especially on her own wedding day."

You frowned and shrugged. "It's alright. We're not together anymore anyways."

"Nevertheless I shan't do the same thing. What cake does my bride desire?"

You thought about it for a moment. "...I'll go with vanilla then. It's a classic and you can't go wrong with a vanilla cake for a wedding right?"

He smiled wider. "Vanilla it is then!" He turned his gaze back into the cabinet.. and frowned again. "Oh no. The recipe book's not here."

"It's not?"

He shook his head. "I could've sworn it was. I know I've seen it in the last decade at least. Oh no."

"Offer to keep looking around for it. That'll give us another chance to look around for more clues. Like that desk in the study! I'm sure that's where we might find clues to the fortune at least!," Taylor suggested.

Not a bad idea. Maybe there's something that'll help you with your situation too. "Why don't we look around more?" You suggested reaching out to grab his shoulder. "Maybe you left it in the kitchen?"

He hummed in thought before nodding. "Perhaps you're right. That also seems like a good place as any to find a recipe book."

"I'll look upstairs. If it's not down here then maybe you accidentally left it up there."

He nodded again. "Very well. But do be careful. I haven't had a chance to restore the other rooms yet."

"I will. I'm just going to recheck the study anyways. Maybe I saw it on the shelf but didn't realize it. If I find it I'll call your name."

Elias agreed and with a small bow to you turned and floated right through a wall out of sight. "Is he gone now?"

"Yes. But I genuinely think I should help him find those recipes. If they belonged to his grandma then they're probably sentimental to him." You started walking towards the door pushing the still open door but scooping up your flowers in the beginning. "If they're not in the study or the kitchen I don't know where'd they be." You then hummed. "Speaking of sentimental stuff...Maybe I could find his room. That's where his most prized possessions would be since he lived there right? That might be where he left the book."

"Uh huh. You sure you don't just wanna renact the spicy scene from Ghostbusters?"

You frowned at his sarcastic tone. Two could play at that game. "You tell me. I'm not the one who wrote those erotic scenes in the notebook you left at the club meeting."

CHOKE- You rose a brow continuing to the foyer again as Taylor choked on air and sputter unintelligible noises. "That-..I never-...How did you even-?! That notebook contains highly classified information I'll have you know and I don't appreciate the invasion of privacy!"

You rolled your eyes. "What's wrong with Ghostbusters anyways? You sure seem to like comparing yourself to Egon so much." You picked up the front of your dress to avoid tripping over it as you started back up the stairs. Your heel clicks echoing everywhere mixed up with the sounds of rain.

"Well I am the brains of this operation and planned it all so Egon just makes sense."

You rolled your eyes again. "I think you're more of a Janine. You're red hair and cute face matches her a lot better."

He again choked and sputtered as you carefully climbed up the stairs but eventually he cleared his throat. "I knew it. Y-You do think I'm cute."

You again ignored that part. "Besides I think I should get some credit. You may be the planner but I'M the one currently stuck in a blood oath to a ghost." You gave another worried glance at the bloodied ring on your finger still.

"Hey. Backup is important. Besides all the dust would clog up my sinuses."

This time you did smirk. "Is that truly the reason or are you just worried about exposing your desire to be ravished by a ghost? You weren't being subtle hiding that lewd fanfiction."

"GAH?!" The squeal that left him had you finally laughing before putting on a dramatic voice.

"'She had me pinned against the wall. Her lips left a trail of fire as she-'"

"IT'S NOT FANFICTION!!," Taylor shrieked out in a high pitched voice cutting you off into giggles as he grumbled. "Besides ...I wasn't writing about ghosts."

Your brows rose. "Then what-"

"Just get to the study before Elias gets back!," he grumbled in the same high pitched tone.

Deciding it'd be best to drop the subject, you continued to walk around to the second floor and then to the left. If you remembered right, Elias brought you from this way. You managed to somehow find your way back to the hallway you first woke up in and around the same corner back in the study. The door creaked open as you walked right inside soon looking up at the shelf again. Your main priority should be the desk...but you also wanted to keep your promise to Elias. And it wouldn't hurt to double check to see if you missed something. Quickly you skimmed across the titles printed along each spine skimming a hand over them all, pulling out the books again that had their titles faded...but there wasn't any recipe books. Well at least you tried and that was one crossed off where they might be but just in case you checked over the books Elias left on the coffee table next to the teaset. Still nothing so you moved on to the desk. The first thing you did was open the two small drawers connected to it. They were filled with nothing but extra papers, envelopes, and inkwells which you were sure was all dried up from how long they were there. Then your gaze went to a thick book on top of the desk. It seemed like the only thing important amongst the area covered in old feather quills and papers. You're hands reached out to carefully open it and your eyes widened.

"I think I found the old Gallagher family ledgers!"

"You WHAT!? What does it say?!"

Your hands turned page after page staring at the yellowed pages and faded ink. "They're filled with bank statements with dates and amounts and the bank's name..but it doesn't say anything about any jewels." Taylor groaned and you had to agree. Another dead end. You continued skimming through the book until stopping on the last page and pausing. "Wait a minute."

"What is it?"

"The last page of the ledger has 'Those without fortune cling to what they haven't in bright red ink. Like someone was desperate or something." Unlike the rest of the book where everything was written in black neat cursive ink, this writing looked desperate and fast.

"The hell? What does that even mean?"

"I guess the only one who knows is Elias, and I don't think asking him about missing jewelry is at the top of my priority list right now." You again gave a soft glare at the ring on your finger before closing the book and placing it back where you found it. "I'm gonna go look somewhere else. Maybe I can find the parents' old room or something."

You didn't take more than a few steps by the couch when a rush of static shot from the earpiece again and dizziness hot you causing you to stumble and sway. ..oh no. Not again- You fell forward to the ground as darkness encased you again.

Hushed, hurried voices echoed in the darkness. Heavy feet stomp on plush rugs. Tension and anger filled the air. Louder and louder. Shouting and yelling. Which way was up? Which way down? You couldn't tell if you were lying on the floor or still falling! It felt like someone was squeezing your lungs and you wanted to cry. A tiny ray of light shown above you and you reached out to it quickly to escape the darkness. You managed to pull yourself inside and what met you was a motion picture capturing a moment in time. What the- It was the study again only this time much better looking. Two figures..One a middle aged man sitting in the office chair looking busy. The other much younger around your age and holding a cane in his right hand. You didn't recognize him at first not being translucent and blue but-...

Your face lit up in surprise. "Elias?" Neither figure turned as you asked.

"Blast it all!" You jumped looking back at the older man as he complained as he worked. "Your sister died earlier this spring and already we have to make arrangements for another funeral!"

"Father. If I could speak just once," Human Elias pleaded.

"What is it, Elias? I don't have time for chatter with a child like you."

Elias tapped his cane on the ground several times in protest as his father didn't even notice. "I am NOT a child anymore. I'm already of age. Id only like to make a single request of you. It won't even be any trouble to you, Father."

"And just what might that be?"

"My mirror has been in need of repair for the longest time. If you could have someone repair it-"

"What mirror?," his father barked at him snapping his head up suddenly angry.

"G-Grandmother's mirror. The one that used to be in the attic. I still have all the pieces."

His angered look turned to disgust. "You still have that trash in your room and you dare ask me to repair it after YOU broke it?!"

Elias gripped the cane so hard his knuckles turned white in frustration. "But it wasn't me. It was-"

"I don't have time for your childish sentimentality, Elias. That mirror is worth nothing and I have more pressing matters to deal with. Leave now or I'll have one of the servants remove you!"

"Father, I can walk on my own two feet just fine."

If his father heard Elias he didn't respond as his son gripped his cane and turned towards the door just as your head was hot with a shot of pain and the light flared up blocking out everything before a different reel with Elias and the rest of his family mellowed from the light. Elias was human again and he was surrounded by his other six siblings and his father. They were all jeering and shouting at him. Making fun of him. Calling him terrible names like weak and a mistake.

Once again the darkness enveloped you once more before you could do anything.

You found yourself gasping awake on the couch you fell onto. Sucking in air like a drowning man and hearing your heart in your ears.

"Copy! Y/n, do you copy?!" You were never more glad to hear Taylor's voice.

"I-I'm fine..fine." you were starting to get annoyed with these dizzy spells.

"Another vision? Give me a status report!"

"I-I saw Archibald Gallagher. I think." Taylor remained in stunned silence as you gently pushed yourself up from the cushions. "He was planning the next family funeral. E-Elisas was there too. He wanted to repair a..mirror? He said it belonged to his grandmother."

"A mirror? Hm. I'll see what I can find out about it. Was there anything else?"

You leaned back against the cushions with a sigh. "Yeah. Elias was using a cane, and his father said something about having the servants remove him like he was an object."

"What the actual fuck?"

"I know. He said it like Elias couldn't leave himself like he had zero atonomy and Elias was really upset." You scowled hard and turned your head to glare at the office chair where Archibald had been sitting. "I wish he was a ghost here! I would've given him a piece of my mind!"

"Focus!," Taylor cut through your rage filled thoughts. "Are you sure you're alright?"

You inhaled before slowly exhaling through your nose. "Yeah. I'm just angry. I don't know why I'm getting these visions but they're really intense."

"It must be because of the connection you two share right now. Told you blood was a powerful supernatural ingredient."

You silently looked at the ring still on your finger. "...I think I'm going to head out now. Staying here is only gonna make me angry."

"Alright, Y/n. Make sure you keep an eye out and be careful."

You nodded despite not seeing you and you slowly stood up giving one last glare at the office chair before leaving. You heels clicking as yet another flash of lightning the hallway up as you walked along. What now?...Try another door you guessed? There wasn't anything else that you could do for now. So you tried to reach out to the nearest door and turned the knob. Didn't budge. Next door. It opened but it was another closet. Another door across the hall. The doorknob turned and you slowly pushed it in wincing as the hinges creaked loudly. The door opened completely and you blinked at what was inside.

"A bedroom?"

#the groom of gallagher mansion #thegroomofgallaghermansion #tgogm #Until death do you vow #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher #taylor potts x reader #taylor potts

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i-love-scarameowche · 1 year

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I like stars, because you're one.

(some ppl see the traveler as a minor I do not, please feel free to skip this if you feel uncomfortable)

Tw: Death, angst, implied suicide(but it can be taken as not), use of she/her pronouns for reader.

You knew he would leave once he found his sister. You knew he wouldn't stay forever. You knew that it wouldn't work out. You just, didn't know it'd happen this quickly.

"Goodbye Y/n." He said. "Goodbye Aether." You said with tears forming in your eyes, but you can't let him see you cry, you can't be selfish. Paimon floated to you and hugged your arm. "Goodbye Y/n!" Paimon cried. "It's alright Paimon, maybe we'll see eachother some other time!" You said petting her head. "Y-yea!" She exclaimed, picking up her head off your shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of my brother while I could not." Lumine said. "Mhm!" You hummed, you shouldn't hate Lumine, but you do. You wish she wasn't there, then he could've stayed longer. Aether walked towards you and hugged you tightly. "I'll miss you.." He said. "Me too." You responded wrapping your arms around him as Paimon floated off.

You hugged for a bit but he had to go. Aether let go of you and walked backwards. "Goodbye, Y/n. And goodbye Tevyat." Aether said and they all floated off into the stars. Your eyes followed until they couldn't anymore, as they had become stars in the sky aswell.

8 years later

Aether opened the door to the library searching for anyone familiar, until his eyes spotted Lisa. "Lisa!" He said. "Cutie?" She asked. "Yep," He said walking to her. "I've had some time to visit you guys!" Lisa chuckled. "Who do you wanna see first?" She asked. "Y/n." He said, Lisa responded with a soft smile. "Follow me then, you're lucky I'm on break." She says. And starts to walkout of the library.

Lisa walks up to the church and behind it. She stood infront of a gravestone. "Why are we here?" Aether asks. "Well, Y/n died 7 years ago.." Lisa said looking at your grave.

"Oh."

Aether gulped. "H-how, did Y/n die?" He asked. "Well she was doing her commissions, we think she got scared by something and she fell off starsnatch cliff.." Lisa says, Aether falls to his knees and cries. "It's all my fault, if I was just here, I could've prevented it!" He says. "It's okay.." Lisa says as she sits next to him and rubs his back.

Later that night

Aether made his way to the top of starsnatch cliff and sits down. The stars twinkled. And just like he became a star in the sky you did to.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader angst #aether x reader

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pieroulette · 7 months

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#004. whisper ▶ koga yudai.

- one word prompt. / yandere content.

alike the whispers engraved silently on the canvas of the dark night; written all across the stars hanging above them, it bears solitude you were not able to decipher—pulling along the blanket of the cool breeze which slid closer to the back of your neck and crawled across your bare arms, inch by inch.

like icy frost, it stings beneath every layer of your skin—penetrating the blood cells that provide warmth across your entire body system.

yet it bears the remnants of freedom along with it, one that you used to own so bad you'd do everything to have it within the grasp of your hands one more time.

as the silk curtain brushing against your pale cheek wasn't anywhere softer to you, nor the windows showcasing the sublime canvas of the night sky to you does you any good to even wander to the world outside.

because as far as you want to go and reach for the stars hanging high above the canvas—the rusty metal bars plunged in deep below window's concrete before your glossy eyes only did nothing but stirred utter helplessness into your soul.

"you're awake."

a whisper so soft, sickeningly devoid of mercy but at the same time hold a thousand vows of promises to you resonated through your ear, sending waves of alarm that replaced your longing for freedom a few seconds ago.

your interlaced hands grew tighter around your folded knee against your chest, refusing to look at him; those very eyes that held whispers of the border between day and night.

why is he awake? now that he knew you woke up in the middle of the night, in these ungodly hours—where are you now going to seek solace from? a solace away from his eyes, voice, and touch—to pray to the nightsky to keep your sanity intact for one day more.

"ah, you wanted to see the stars?"

you hummed in response, the collection of memories from back those days which was not even far enough yet—were enough to instilled obedience inside you.

approaching you with light steps, the edge of kei's face crept up behind your peripheral vision—illuminated greatly by the vast array of the stars.

"look at me when i talk." he whispered, icy fingers creeping up your neck, grabbing your jaw to met his eyes you very much loathed.

kei brushed the hair strands that were obscuring your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. a tender smile grew on his lips, reaching the rosy shade on his cheek before leaning closer and pressing a deep kiss on your forehead, his bare arms caging your frail form in the process.

you despised his touch.

letting go of the tight hold he had on your jaw, he rested his chin on your forehead after, his lower lip jutting out in a pout as he look out at the scenery you've been dying to keep secret all these times.

"huh, what is even to there look at?"

"just," with your back against his chest, you still held the need to frown at his words. "the stars, they're pretty."

"oh." his throat vibrated clearly through your ears, as a light chuckle followed after. "they aren't as pretty as you, though."

you stayed silent, for a harmless compliment out from his tongue were nothing but laced with whispers of venom; one that had their fangs bitten deeply on every beating soul you've laid your eyes on; your loved ones and people you've met barely for a minute.

all for a love he claimed to be 'innocent'.

innocent he was, and will always be—although only in your memory—engraved with the canvas that held the whispers of an angel resonating from the choirs of the church; a sublime piece that had been crafted with utter attentiveness and passion, melodious and harmonious to the ears, calming one's mind, heart, and soul.

he was your angel, one that you grew to adore and love.

yet those whispers of this serenity he brought with him, came to a total destruction that ended with a sharp crumbling note. slipping in whispers of that you never knew could exist within him. utterly tender he was, that you couldn't help but still refuse to believe in this total tragedy that came upon your angel.

a silent prayer he often sang to the gods was nothing more but a fabricated piece that contains whisper of hell; floating along the bed of the sea—spite, hatred, jealousy, greed, lust, and love.

it came out of nowhere, or atleast the way you thought at first, yet you were proven wrong. as it never came out of nowhere, or that a change that occured within a night.

it came in little doses trailed with whisper of insanity. too little to notice, but once left unattended, can grew into a spiral of chaos.

and that's how he eventually turned to be; a whisper of chao.

the tip of kei's fingers slowly encaged your wrist, leading you back to the comfort of the bed where you've been and will be confined to for everlasting eternal.

resting your head back on the pillow, you refused to be at an intimate position where you could see his face, opting to turn your back against him. yet that didn't deter him from settling in—nestling his face on the back of our neck, relishing himself with your scent he oh so adore, pressing his ears to where he can hear the whispers of your heart, enough to soothe him that his love will always be here, right in his arms creeping around your tummy—pulling you closer and deeper to him.

a breathe of satisfaction escapes his lips.

and a clench emerging from your fingers, digging your thumb beneath your palms as once again, you're back into the monster's embrace.

sleep? you are never going back to sleep, if you could—you would rather have your eyes glued against the ceiling you've seen countless of times, corners you've memorised out of boredom, and the clock on the wall you've counted each passing second—hoping that your heart would stop beating at any point this moment.

"you see,"

you instantly held your breath at the voice of the boy behind you, surprised that he was still awake.

"the stars aren't going anywhere," kei's hand on your tummy reaches your clenched ones, breathing out whispers so tender to your ear. "but if you do, then the stars wouldn't be the last thing you'll ever see again."

a shiver ran down your spine, threatening a sob to emerge from your throat and he was quick to notice with a faint smirk adorning his lips.

from there, his arms reached below your neck, palms on your head to softly caressed your hair all while as he sang whispers of lullaby to hush you back to slumber.

#04112023

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ooh maybe you could do some bucky x reader angst?? like angsty angst. that could be cool!

A/n: BUCKY ANGST AHAHAHA you know me so well. Also…this is very late I apologize :( word count: 1.1k warning(s): reader has died - angst - depressing - based on In The Stars by Benson Boone

In The Stars

Sunday mornings were your favorite

I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road

You did your hair up like you were famous

Even though it's only church where we were goin'

Bucky slowly blinked awake, the stillness of the air keeping him in bed. He rolled over, staring at the empty spot in his bed, a heavy weight on his chest. Sighing, he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. It was Sunday. You loved Sundays. You said it was your excuse to look your best, dolling up your hair and dressing in your best clothes. He could still smell your signature perfume lingering in the air. Checking the clock, Bucky just layed back down, having no reason to be up this early anymore.

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in

It's like I buried my faith with you

I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in

'Cause I don't know what else I can do

He woke up around noon, dragging himself out of bed to go into the kitchen. His pace picked up as he smelled breakfast, his heart rate increasing at something that couldn’t be true. He slid into the kitchen, his face falling when he saw the empty room, lights dimmed and appliances untouched. Your memory stained this room. You would spend hours creating meals that looked like they were straight out of a magazine. You would dance to music, spinning and twirling on the tile, making Bucky join you. Often you would forget something on the stove, your playful dancing quickly turning into frantic movements. Those nights were Bucky’s favorite. You would pout on the couch over your ruined meal, watching a movie snuggled up against Bucky’s chest as you ate a microwave dinner.

Now, Bucky wandered aimlessly through the kitchen, heating up leftovers that Sarah and Sam had dropped off a few days ago. He felt anger course through him when he saw the picture of you, the day he had proposed. Your smile was large as Bucky lifted you in the air, twirling you around. It was a few weeks before the accident. Before he got that god forsaken call. Punching the island with his metal arm, Bucky let out a cry. He didn’t know what to do now. You were his future and now you were gone.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Your funeral was a sunny day, something that irked Bucky to his core. You were his light, his sunshine, and the sun had the audacity to shine. He begged the sky to rain, to match what he was feeling inside but all that happened was the clouds parted to reveal even more golden light. When you were lowered into the ground, Bucky felt a piece of his soul be buried with you. He felt Sam’s hand on his shoulder, the dreaded question leaving his lips.

“Do you want to say goodbye?”

Bucky shook his head while letting out a sob, hot tears pouring down his face.

“I can’t Sam. I can’t say goodbye because that makes this permanent. That means forever.” His voice was like broken glass, shards of emotion pouring out with each word. Sam let Bucky lean on him as the man sobbed, his tears staining Sam’s suit. In Bucky’s hands he clutched your necklace to his chest. A simple silver charm in the shape of a dove dug indents into his chest. You used to wear it everyday, never taking it off once. You were buried with the ring he gave you so now he pledged to never take this chain off, never to let the last piece he had of you be lost.

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

The days after your funeral were a whirlpool of emotions. Mostly anger, denial, and confusion racked Bucky’s brain. He threw furniture around, broke bottles against the wall, screamed as loud as he could with every breath. Some nights, he waited on the couch, facing the door, waiting for you to walk in. Waiting for you to tell him it was all a nightmare, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him and dry his tears.

But you never did.

Diggin' through your old birthday letters

A crumpled 20 still in the box

I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it

Even if it's the last 20 that I've got, oh

Your family asked for some of your things, something to hold on to. Bucky understood yet couldn’t shake the anger he held towards their question. He had piled away your things into a closet, out of sight so he couldn’t be plagued by the memories. He found a box full of birthday cards, going back to your highschool years. Each one was worn, like you had reread them a million times. Each one resembled a smile he would never see again. One card caught his attention, a piece of money sticking out the side. A crumpled twenty dollar bill fell into his hand when he opened the card. He remembered when you received this card, the money from your ailing grandmother made your eyes well up with tears. He swore to never use the bill, even if it’s the last amount of money he had. He would rather go bankrupt than lose this piece of you.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

Bucky sat by your grave, clearing away the dead flowers and grass. He planted new fresh flowers, dahlias, your favorite. The wind swirled around him like a warm hug, giving him an illusion to comfort. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stood up, leaning against the stone cold of your memorial. He took a deep breath before leaning forward to kiss your grave. He clasped your dove necklace around his neck, the cold charm centering his mind. He whispered against the stone, his words lost to the wind.

“I love you Y/N. Goodbye.”

a/n: …i don’t know if this is good or not but i have wanted to write a fic based on this song for a while so i hone you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading <3

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chocoadepti · 10 months

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Nicola Drama CD Vol. 1 - Epilogo del 1927

This is an extremely rough translation, mainly mtl'd. Corrections more than welcome!!

That's a lot of people.

Forty thousand people...no, how many hundreds of thousands? It was a good thing I saved a hotel room. As I expected, I didn't want to join that crowd.

I had heard that New Year's Eve in New York is celebrated in Times Square rather than Trinity Church, but it was more than I expected.

The neon signs lit up the city more than usual, making it look white and shiny. It's so beautiful when you look down from a high place like this. But it's a shame that the night sky is so hazy, the beauty of the stars was better back in our hometown.

How is it, do you miss Burlone?

I don't think I'm the nostalgic type, but lately I've been thinking about that town a lot.

The street corner where I met you and the bar we used to go, the open-air restaurant in Veleno we passed by on a date, the shopping streets of Creta, and the Christmas Eve when we looked out over the square. ((Not quite sure about this part!))

I wonder why, there have been my share of bad times, but all I can remember are the good memories. And most of them are memories of you.

I hope one day, I don't know how many years or decades it will be, I'll have the chance to go back.

You see, for example, when passenger planes become stable enough to cross the Atlantic, it will be much easier and simpler to travel between America and Italy than it is now.

Ah, the Ball Drop. The countdown to the new year has begun. Less than a minute to 1928.

Yeah, this latest technology is pretty amazing. I heard they used a hundred bulbs in the Times Square Ball.

How do you like this kind of lively New Year's Eve? We haven't spent much time in church so far, but it's a good thing we went to the evening mass, so we were able to show our sincerity to God, right? ((Not sure about this part!!))

Here it seems to be the norm to do the ceremonies early and then have festivities at night with friends. I heard that New Year's Eve has become the mainstream, though I suppose it depends on the religious sect. ((Also not sure!!))

Oh, look, it's going to fall soon.

Five, Four, Three, Two, One

Here it comes. A new year has begun, 1928.

I'm glad to be here with you, my precious one, at this moment.

You're so cute too. I'm sure my wife will be just as cute next year and beyond.

I am glad that we were able to spend our first New Year's alone together after we got married.

After a few years, when it becomes normal for us to spend time together, it would be nice to invite not only family but also friends and have a party with everyone.

But that's a long way off. For now, I want to have you all to myself at least while we are newlyweds.

Eh, you also feel the same way?

Ah, I'm not doubting that you think so too, but you're being unusually honest, so I wondered what was wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question (??) you.

I was just happy and a little surprised.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Grazie.

I think we've been out here too long, your cheeks are getting all cold. (??)

No, I'm not okay because you're so cold (??), so let's go back inside.

Come here, let's get you warmed up. I guess I'm colder than I thought too. It really does seem to get freezing cold in the winter here.

Yeah, I don't like the heat or the cold to begin with, but the reason I don't like winter is because it reminds me of so many things.

Ah, that's right, I've never talked about it with you. It was about 10 years ago now, I had spent winter in the Alps. I was stationed on the Italian Front.

I never regretted that choice. It was my own decision and I feel I did my duty. To paraphrase you, even if I could rewind time, I would make the same choice.

So many of my comrades died in that place, so many of them took up arms to protect their country, and many of them were broken by fear, crying to see their families and loved ones, but their tears soon froze and many of them died with regrets because they could do nothing about it. ((??))

Compared to them, I was very lucky. I could return to my hometown without losing anything. I still had two arms and both my legs were still connected.

It was good to return to my life (?), and the first thing I thought about was what to do with the rest of my life that I hadn't used up. But I didn't think too much about it. I knew what I wanted a long time ago, and I thought I would use my life for someone else.

I wanted to die protecting someone or something, just like my comrades.

It's not that I wanted to die, it's just that I've long since forgotten how strongly I wanted to not die. I'm willing to die to achieve my goals, and I've always been okay with that.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but listen, it's not like that anymore.

I'm Mafia, and I'm always in danger. The more power my Family gains, the more people will try to kill us. There are so many mafiosos in this city, and they are always looking for opportunities to take down other organizations.

We have left Burlone and arrived in New York, but I am sure that tough times will continue to occur.

Still, I won't die. No matter what, I won't die and leave you alone under any circumstances, I swear to God.

Ah, but it doesn't sound very credible for me to swear to God after what I did, does it?

Then, I'll swear to you, who is more important than God.

I will survive, even if I have to slurp up muddy water. Definitely.

I have lived my whole life for someone else. For my mother, for my country, for Dante, for my Family. I was told to do so, or I was forced to do so, and I thought it was my role to do so.

Now, I understand. Just like Dante, I was also bound to my blood for so long.

But now I'm free. You broke my cage, and now I just honestly want to be with you, to do this not because of someone else, but from my own desire. This is my wish, and no one else's. I want to live for my own sake, to make my own wish come true. I'm sorry that I couldn't say that I'll live for you. I'm being selfish and doing what I want for myself. (?? I'm not very sure about this part!))

Eh, you're saying that it's only natural? That I'm not being selfish.

That's why I fell in love with you/That's why I'm crazy about you. (Two different interpretations here lol)

I love you, my precious. Thank you.

If you were to live for me, then of course I'd be happy. But, if you were to live for yourself, and then you want to be with me, and stay by my side, then I'll be more than happy.

That's right, Signorina, how do you want to spend your first day of the year? If you want to get up early and go out, then you may need to go to bed. Or do you want to stay up late until the sun rises? Of course, if you want to chat then I'm also welcome to that.

We can talk while lounging in bed, but there may not be much of a conversation. Ah, I'm not trying to distract you, but, you see, I know myself pretty well.

Well, why don't we sit on the couch and chat, then that way I'm sure I won't disregard your wishes.

How about I make you something warm? Like hot milk?

Just like that night we met, I took your shaking hand and tucked you in. I was hoping to get you to let your guard down and maybe even fall in love with me, but I never thought that I would be the one to fall. I thought I had prepared for that quite carefully.

You see, Sister Sophia came to the house the next day and asked me to take care of you here, right? Actually, I had arranged that in advance.

You were very surprised at that time, weren't you? You never would have thought that and experienced and serious Sister would ask such a favor from the Mafia.

I told her in advance that it was necessary for your safety. I though that she(you?) would be hesitant to do so, and more than anything, I thought she(you?) would be scared. I asked her to make it a proposal from the Sisters.

I was planning a lot of things like this without you seeing it.

Well, I was betrayed by my own heart, which should have been the easiest to control.

All right, sit back and wait for me to make it soon. Ah, you're going to follow me? You're being more honest and sweet tonight than usual. How cute. How about we skip talking and go to bed instead?

I'm joking, I'm joking!

But we can't stay awake forever, so we'll go to bed sooner or later, right? If you're sleepy then, I'll caress your cheek and thank you for being my wife, kiss you softly and go to sleep with you. But if we go to bed and your eyes are still wide open and you're still acting sweet like this, then I'll live up to your expectations. It's ok to sleep in until afternoon tomorrow, after all there's no butler here to get mad at me.

My hot milk is a recipe that Giulia taught me. I heat it slowly over low heat like this. The trick is to keep stirring without boiling.

Can you pass me the mugs? Grazie.

Honey and cinnamon are the finishing touches.

Here you go, Signorina, be careful not to burn your tongue.

Maybe a bit too sweet. I'm glad you like it, your smile is the best reward of all.

Do you remember when I said it was enough for me to have a lovely wife at home?

That was my true feeling at the time. You didn't need to go out, do housework, or work, I just wanted you to be at home waiting for me to come home. I didn't want anything more than that, I was satisfied just by your presence.

But things are a little different now.

I want to have you all to myself, but I don't want to lock you away.

The woman I fell in love with is probably not the type of person who likes to stay at home, and even if she says she doesn't have to do anything, she should find something she can do and make an effort. (??)

I like that about you.

I want you to live your life the way you do.

Of course, if you want to stay at home all the time, that's fine. Even if you are just lounging in bed every day, my love for you will not change. But if you want to cook, or clean, or whatever else, then I'll convince Bartolo. He's a bit of a pain, but I can handle it.

Just because you're my wife doesn't mean you have to subject yourself to the rules that impose obligations or don't give rights. (??)

That's a bad tradition.

If you want to go out and find something you want to do and work hard to make it happen, then I'll support you. Of course I have my concerns, because I think it's best for you to stay home so you're not involved in anything dangerous or put in harm's way.

And I know that starting something new can be exhausting, painful, and hurtful.

I used to want to keep you away from all that, but that's my own ego, and if I really love you, then I shouldn't blindfold you, right?

I want you to see the world with your own eyes./ I must allow you to see the world with your own eyes. ((?? Unsure if this one too))

I've grown up a bit in the past year to be able to think this way, don't you think?

If you start something new and still have a hard time, then I will comfort you a lot. I will encourage you until you feel better and help you until the problem is solved. And afterwards I'll make you something like this, hot milk or whatever you like, hold you close until the tears stop, and go to sleep with you.

Then when morning comes, the two of us can work together again.

Instead of leaning on one person, let's take each other's hand and live together forever, supporting each other even when trials sometimes come our way.

You have always faced me with sincerity.

I will look straight back at you and respond to that that sincerity with my own.

Hey, my precious, I believe in your heart and mind.

So can you believe in me too? There is no room for hypocrisy in my feelings for you.

I will always be with you this year, next year, and no matter how many years pass, I will protect you no matter what happens.

I will continue to love you the best I can.

So don't ever leave me.

Please love me.

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perspectivestarters · 11 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

MINE

"Left a small town, never looked back."

"I was a flight risk with a fear of falling."

"Why do we bother with love if it never lasts?"

"Can you believe it?"

"The moment I could see it."

"I can see it now."

"Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?"

"You put your arm around me for the first time."

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter."

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

'We're takin' on the world together.'

"There's a drawer of my things at your place."

"We'll never make my parents' mistakes."

"We got bills to pay."

"We got nothing figured out."

"Do you remember all the city lights on the water?"

"I remember that fight."

"Everything was slippin' right out of our hands."

"That's all I've ever known."

"You took me by surprise."

"I'll never leave you alone."

"Every time I look at you, it's like the first time."

"I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter."

"She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Hold on and make it last."

"Never turn back."

"We're gonna make it now."

SPARKS FLY

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'."

"I kinda know that I won't get far."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

"Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down."

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really somethin'."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world."

"I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would."

"Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow?"

"I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show."

"Oh, baby, smile."

BACK TO DECEMBER

"I'm so glad you made time to see me."

"How's life?"

"Tell me, how's your family?"

"I haven't seen them in a while."

"Your guard is up and I know why."

"You gave me roses and I left them there to die."

"So, this is me swallowing my pride."

"I'm sorry for that night."

"I go back to December all the time."

"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you."

"Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine."

"These days, I haven't been sleeping."

"I think about summer, all the beautiful times."

"Realized I loved you in the fall."

"Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind."

"You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye."

"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile."

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin', probably mindless dreaming."

"If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right."

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't."

"If the chain is on your door, I understand."

SPEAK NOW

"I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion."

"You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"This is surely not what you thought it would be."

"I lose myself in a daydream."

"Don't say yes."

"Run away now."

"I'll meet you when you're out of the church, at the back door."

"Don't wait or say a single vow."

"You need to hear me out."

"I am hiding in the curtains."

"It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be."

"She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen."

"I know you wish it was me."

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"There's my last chance."

"Horrified looks from everyone in the room."

"I'm only lookin' at you."

DEAR JOHN

"Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you."

"My mother accused me of losin' my mind."

"You paint me a blue sky, then go back to turn it to rain."

"I lived in your chess game."

"You change the rules every day."

"Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone tonight."

"I stopped pickin' up."

"I see it all now that you're gone."

"Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?"

"The girl in the dress cried the whole way home."

"I shoulda known."

"Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame."

"Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away."

"You'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand."

"Run as fast as you can."

"You are an expert at "Sorry" and keepin' lines blurry."

"Never impressed by me acing your tests."

"All the girls that you run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'cause you burned them out."

"I took your matches before fire could catch me."

"I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town."

MEAN

"You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me."

"You have knocked me off my feet again."

"Got me feeling like I'm nothing."

"You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded."

"Well, you can take me down with just one single blow."

"Someday, I'll be livin' in a big old city."

"All you're ever gonna be is mean."

"Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me."

"Why you gotta be so mean?"

You, with your switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation."

"As if I don't already see them."

"I walk with my head down, trying to block you out."

"I'll never impress you."

"I just wanna feel okay again."

"I bet you got pushed around."

"Somebody made you cold."

"The cycle ends right now."

"You can't lead me down that road."

I can see you years from now in a bar.

"That same big, loud opinion but nobody's listening."

"Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things."

"All you are is mean."

"And liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean."

THE STORY OF US

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us."

"We met and the sparks flew instantly."

"They’re the lucky ones."

"I used to know my place was the spot next to you."

"I'm searchin' the room for an empty seat."

"Lately I don't even know what page you're on."

"So many things that I wish you knew."

"So many walls up, I can't break through."

"We're not speakin'."

"I’m dyin’ to know, is it killin' you like it’s killin' me?"

"I don't know what to say since thе twist of fate when it all broke down."

"Thе story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now."

"How'd we end up this way?"

"You're doin' your best to avoid me."

"I was losin' my mind when I saw you here."

"You held your pride like you should've held me."

"I'm scared to see the ending."

"Why are we pretending this is nothin'?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how"

"I've never heard silence quite this loud."

"This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less."

"I liked it better when you were on my side."

"The battle's in your hands now."

"I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight."

"The story of us might be ending soon."

NEVER GROW UP

"It's so quiet in the world tonight."

"To you, everything's funny."

"You got nothing to regret."

"I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that."

"Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up."

"Just stay this little."

"It could stay this simple."

"I won't let nobody hurt you."

"Won't let no one break your heart."

"No one will desert you."

"Just try to never grow up."

"There's just so much you can't do."

"Don't make her drop you off around the block."

"Remember that she's gettin' older, too."

"Don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs."

"No one's ever burned you."

"Nothing's ever left you scarred."

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room."

"Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home."

"Remember the footsteps, remember the words said."

"I just realized everything I have is, someday, gonna be gone."

"They just dropped me off."

"It's so much colder than I thought it would be."

"Wish I'd never grown up."

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