#'gentlest mourning for you'

[kingsshilling]

I was wondering; what activities do Ned and Bedwyr do together besides farm work?

OOH i think the main thing they do together that isn't work or pub is bedwyr lovessss taking ned on drives to scenic places like the elan valley or to see castles and things... and he REALLY shouldn't since petrol is so tightly rationed but of course his mother's been taking the dye out of the military issue petrol for ages already so he just gets in on that as well LMFAO. picnic up the mountains overlooking the valleys on a warm sunday evening or fish and chips (if available and affordable) on a pier during a big storm.. anything really

ned tries to take bedwyr fishing with varying levels of success cus bedwyr's a bit afraid of drowning like some kind of pansy but once he's actually out in a boat he enjoys it, + since most fish became expensive he could be convinced to go out if it meant they might bag a free dinner, but they try to keep it inland on the riverbanks anyways (both cus of bedwyr's nerves in small boats and because ned is like I May Not Show It 💯 But That Torpedo Related Near Death Experience Really Fucked Me Up Fr)

they might occasionally go out on a lake if it's not too choppy though. or if bedwyr can just be bullied into it

and i said "isn't pub related" but since this isn't JUST drinking bedwyr lovesss playing music in the pub, mainly fiddle and guitar but he can have a go on most things and loves to sing too, so of course he had to force ned to get involved as well - especially once he found out that ned is a lethal accordion player and can manage a tin whistle and a bodhrán too (the latter of which bedwyr builds for him himself once he figures out how exactly one is made)

ned learned how to play at sea and when he was a child who still occassionally did things that weren't work. traditional irish & welsh music is very similar so ned's skills (though rusty) can slot in quite easily while also adding a differentish element

if you get ned either quite drunk or alone he's a good singer too but it's rare to catch him like that. he definitely does get to the point of singing in front of whoevers left in the local in the wee hours after a sesh a couple times though. he loves his melancholy slow songs.. i do have a scene in mind of it getting late enough & ned being tired and drunk enough that he sings black is the colour in the pub after a sesh

#shes the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. i love the ground whereon she stands. #i go to the clyde & i mourn & weep.. for satisfied i never can be.. i write her a letter just a few short lines.. & suffer death 1000 times #anyways. #THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!!! I REALLY APPRECIATE IT it makes me incredibly happy to get to get into details like this #i normally wouldnt really have an opportunity for #i do need to double check to rules around private fishing in wartime britain i cant find anything saying if it was controlled or not #but even if it was illegal if they thought they'd get away with it they'd go anyways #éamonn #bedwyr #bits and bobs #asks

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 03: first kiss

a/n: not sure if I vibe with this part, but I hope it's okay. also don't think you're getting fluff

A broken heart is such a thing that will make you live either in the past or in the future; never in the present moment. Lovesickness feels like a virus is attacking the very fabric of your universe, distorting time and space and leaving you floating; directionless and hurting. 

That is how Steve feels as he goes through the motions of his life, getting his kids ready for finals, for their oral and written exams, or planning end-of-year school trips. While school provides a great distraction and he has mastered the art of switching into teacher mode almost effortlessly, he feels like he’s just an inch or two beside himself. Beside where he should be. 

He’s dwelling in the past or mourning dozens of possible futures, an infinity of them that will end up unrealised, unlived, unloved. His heart is heavy all the time, his head hurting, and his phone chiming with an endless string of messages that go unopened, unreplied. 

It’s been a few weeks since the engagement party, since he last saw Eddie — who asked if he was okay, who has been asking to see him again, to hang out, have a drink, just catch up. But every time he does, Steve just hurts, and he finds excuses. 

— Sorry, it’s finals season, I’ll be spread thin for the next few weeks :(

Eddie had replied with a litany of sad, brokenhearted emojis that were at equal measures ridiculous as they were exactly what Steve was feeling. Is feeling. Will probably always be feeling, for the rest of his life and beyond. 

So far, Eddie hasn’t asked him to be his best man. Steve sort of doesn’t want to give him the opportunity for that. He’s cowardly enough to wish he could avoid Eddie forever if only that meant he wouldn’t have to see his face fall and crumble when he tells him, No. 

No, I can’t be your best man. I can’t make it to the wedding. I can’t make it, I can’t do this, I can’t stand by and watch as you show me and the rest of the world that your dream life is not with me. Never with me. I can’t hand you over when all I wanna do is hold you. Hold your hand. Walk you down the aisle and then sweep you up in my arms, just to run out, run away; anywhere, as long as it’s with you. 

It doesn’t make sense. There won’t be an aisle, there won’t be any sweeping, there won’t be a future for them. Never has been. Not like this. 

Although there was a brief moment in time where their futures almost aligned. Almost. The timing was never right, though, stumbling through the motions and currents of two lost boys’ emotions. But it was almost there, almost enough.

And it's what's been on Steve's mind all week, playing and replaying, tearing at him from the inside out, leaving him with a jigsaw puzzle of infinite pieces of could have beens, would have beens, and what ifs.

"You know," he tells Robin one evening, who has practically moved in now, claiming that broken hearts are best nursed together. "I was actually Eddie's first kiss."

To her credit, Robin doesn't drop the carton pizza at Steve's non-sequitur. She just swallows hard and looks at him in that careful way she has now, where she's trying to read him and ask his eyes to tell her what it is that she should say next. It's frustrating. It's the greatest kindness anyone has ever shown him. It makes him want to punch a wall, and it makes him want to wrap her in the warmest hug and never, ever let her go.

"You were?"

Steve just nods, his lips trembling as his throat closes up again.

"No," she says in the gentlest voice, taking his hand as she guides him to the living room couch. "I didn't know that. Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head, tucking his feet under her thigh and leaning sideways against the backrest of the couch. His head is heavy and he's tired. He's always tired, even though he doesn't cry as much anymore. It's been four weeks since the engagement party.

"No, I just, uh– Just wanted to say that."

She nods, her eyes boring into him for two, three, four seconds before she finally turns to her pizza.

He looks past her, his eyes unfocused as his mind travels back to that day when they were still in high school.

~*~

The day that Eddie told him he was gay. And Steve had asked how he knew, because he'd been wondering about his own sexuality.

"I don't know, I just know."

"Well, have you ever kissed a boy?"

And Eddie had blushed a little, charred with his feet in the dirt like he always did – still does. "No."

"Okay."

And Steve, ten years ago, had thought, why not kill two birds with one stone. "Would you like to?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I mean, I'm kinda on the fence about it? Sometimes I think I might like guys, but then other times not so much. But I've never kissed one either, so," he shrugged. "If you, like, want to? We can."

"You want me to kiss you?" Eddie sounded incredulous, but his eyes were very big, very dark, very vulnerable. And it was not a no.

"Only if you want to."

A grin split Eddie's face then and he raised his eyebrows suggestively, but there was something forced about it. "Well, what If I fall madly in love with you, Steve Harrington, hm? What then?"

"Oh, please," Steve had only snorted; the thought that Eddie would fall for him out of all people was just too absurd.

And then something had shifted between them, the air turned into something sizzling as Eddie's smile fell and he stepped closer to Steve, raising one hand to his cheek.

"Here goes my first kiss," he murmured.

"Ever?"

"If we discount Lisa from kindergarten, then yes."

Steve huffed, looking down at Eddie's lips, the moment strangely intimate – but not uncomfortably so. Being this close to Eddie wasn't something new, Steve was used to his friend's tactile nature. "Fuck Lisa from kindergarten."

"I'd really rather not," Eddie smiled before finally, finally leaning in and capturing Steve's lips in a kiss.

To this day, Steve is not sure why he went and deepened the kiss like he did. Was it because he knew this was Eddie's first and he wanted to make it good, make it last? Was it because something deep inside of him knew that he liked boys, too, and that he liked Eddie, even though that realisation wouldn't come for another year at least?

He doesn't know why, but he feels it on his lips still, the memory of their first kiss. Their only kiss. A spectacular one that ended with twin smiles after Steve showed Eddie how to move his lips, how to tilt his head, how to open his mouth to let him in. How to capture the little sigh that he would make.

Eddie had looked at him, a little dazed, and Steve grinned at him, delighted at his expression more than at the kiss itself.

"A-And did you," Eddie started, pulling his hands away from Steve and shoving them deeply into his pockets. "Did you get any closer to, uh, to finding out?"

"If I like guys?"

Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about it; about the kiss and how it wasn't as soft as making out with Nancy or Allison. How he would swallow their moans and run his hands along their soft bodies. Eddie wasn't like that. Eddie was just Eddie.

"I think I'll just stick with girls for now," he shrugged with a smile, patting Eddie on the shoulder and squeezing lightly when the other boy began to sway a little.

"Suit yourself, Harrington," Eddie said, shoving him a little. "But you're missing out."

Years later, Eddie had drunkenly confessed to him that he'd had a crush on Steve back then. For years. And Steve had wanted to ask about it, ask if it's still there, that crush, that connection on a deeper, closer level; but then Eddie told him, "Remember Chrissy? We're official now."

And all the words had died on Steve's lips. All those questions, or the confession that, Yeah, me too. Though Steve's crush on Eddie was much later, years after their first kiss, – and it never really ended.

Still hasn't. And it's not a crush. It's more. It's everything.. He's in love. In it. Caught, stuck, trapped inside, while Eddie and everyone else is on the outside, just watching him struggle.

~*~

Later that night, on his umpteenth re-run of the First Kiss Episode that's keeping him from falling asleep, leaving him frustrated and sad and wondering, his phone rings. Eddie's name pops up on the screen, the impersonal Eddie Munson feels like a knife through his heart. He couldn't bear any of the silly nicknames that Eddie's always had in his phone, and needed to go back to a clean slate.

It hurts, though. He watches, considering to let it go to voicemail – but he hasn't talked to his... to Eddie in four weeks. Barely even talked to him on his engagement party.

And even though there's a chance opening for Eddie to ask him or to talk about his wedding, Steve answers the call.

"Stevie," Eddie says, somewhere between a sigh and a hum, and immediately takes away Steve's breath.

"Hi," he rasps. His heart is racing, his hands begin to tremble and he's shaking even under the thick, warm blanket.

"Did I wake you?"

He hums a negative, not trusting himself to speak, and it comes out a pathetic croak, because God, he missed Eddie. Part of him was missing – part of him will always be missing now, he knows –, and it makes him cry. It's not a sob, not a wail, not anything that Eddie can hear or something that would alarm Robin in the other room.

They're silent tears, and he presses his face into the pillow. He should hang up.

"Stevie?" Eddie asks again, his voice so small, so gentle, so worried. "Are you okay?" And after a moment of Steve being unresponsive because he can't catch his breath without gasping, Eddie asks, "Are you crying?"

And just like a kid that tries to be brave through the pain after falling down, but breaks the moment someone asks if they're hurt, Steve lets out a tiny, broken little sob.

"Oh, Stevie baby," Eddie sighs, and he sounds so sad, so compassionate, Steve never wants to hear his name like that ever again. "Do you want me to come over?"

"No," he croaks pathetically, hitting himself once, twice, three times for not keeping it together. For not being strong enough.

I can't do this.

"What do you need?"

"Sleep," he sniffles, stupidly.

"Okay. Then I'll stay here and be silent company, yeah? Don't need to be alone. Is Robin there?" He hums again, affirmative. "Good. Want me to say something? Read to you, tell you a story? Play you some music or–"

"Eddie," Steve manages. I love you. "Just silence? But you don't have to."

"Nah, I'll stay with you," Eddie says before Steve even finished his objections. "Until you've fallen asleep, yeah?"

Steve just nods into his pillow, even though Eddie can't see or hear it.

He's watching the seconds turn into minutes as the time passes. He's so tired, but he doesn't want to let go yet. Not when Eddie is right there. Not when there's still the phantom feeling of his lips capturing Steve's, a memory that is ten years old and still as strong as the very first second.

He should have known, then. Should have leaned in for another kiss, should have told Eddie that he knows he's into boys now, too, and ask Eddie to keep kissing him.

He shouldn't have taken years.

He should have created a new world just for the two of them, with an infinite amount of futures, and all go them happy. All of them SteveAndEddie.

But he didn't. And he wants to apologise. For being so slow, for not knowing until it was too late. For pulling away these past few weeks when that's the last thing he ever wants to do. For not being strong enough; for being too weak.

I'm in love with you, he thinks. Over and over and over. Mouths it voicelessly into the silence between them. Says it out loud when after almost two hours, Eddie hangs up with a quiet, "Good night, Stevie. I miss you." He says it when Eddie's gone, the beep of an empty line the only response he gets before that cuts out, too.

And then he's all alone again.

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come back tomorrow for: here come the tears (and hurt/comfort, maybe) | read part 4 here

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie week fic #steddieweek2023 #maybe I'll write the first kiss scene as one later. when my eyes dont hurt and the thought of posting doesnt make my brain eat itself #will I ever post a steddie week thing not around 2am?? -- unlikely #the emotions are dulled unless they are sharp because heartache is fun like that (and so is anxiety can I get a wahoo) #dio words #I hope I got all the tags I dont think there were any requests in reblogs but if I missed them pls dont be mad 🥺

[tojiwrd]

2: fate is fickle ; gojo satoru

summary when satoru breaks off your engagement, you understand and accept it. but when he marries someone else, you don't understand because he didn't want to be tied down.

warnings swearing, gojo emotional constipation, lots of crying, mourning, death

word count 2k

a/n part 2 so we can feel smt

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You took a breath—a long and deep one that filled nearly every corner of your shaking body—as you raised your foot to lightly push against Satoru’s shin and send him stumbling back. If you were to keep this tapestry of being healed up for him to see, him being a hair’s breadth away from you would make it extremely difficult.

“I don’t wanna talk about anything, Gojo.” You paused, teeth fiddling with your lip before you looked up to meet his gaze that was steadfast and focused directly on you. “We broke up and you got married, remember?”

His jaw clenched like a person who was in a play and the character in the scene messed up their dialogue and now he had to improvise. In fact, that was surely what happened. 

“I know—fuck, I know. I was there.”

“Good, then that means we’re on the same page.”

This was the part where you grabbed your phone from the glass table beside you and walked past him to go to your room. And your body was itching in every part, waiting for you to do so, but your feet remained stationary on the ground. You were strong and you could walk away from Satoru, walk away from him like he did you. But a part of you was curious in a way you couldn’t explain. In your mind, there truly was nothing to explain on Satoru’s end except he was being a major asshole and messed up real bad. Still, the questions you’d thrown away out of nothing but embarrassment when you called him and Hana picked up lingered on your tongue once again. 

Nothing was said, though, and the pale moonlight coating both your figures remained the only source to prove you and him were there. Together. Alone. After so long. You reached down to grab your phone in an attempt to do exactly what you should’ve done minutes ago.

Satoru, sensing that his time was running out, reached out to you, almost encasing your arms with his fingers before he pulled back. “Listen, Y/N. I just don’t want you to hate me.” Your lips parted in shock at his words, rendering you completely and utterly speechless once again. “You were the first person who—” He paused, closing his eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. “You were the first person who loved me and I can’t go on knowing that you hate me.” There was a gleaming twinkle in his eyes as he reminded you of what you both once were, of what could’ve done.

The words flew out of your mouth quickly. “Satoru, what’s done is done. It’s selfish to hold onto how I was the first person who loved you because people change.” You sure did. Quickly. You kept those words to yourself, not wanting to show resentment over his actions and laying your heart completely on your sleeve, ripe for the picking. “And I think you need to be okay with people not liking you because that’s the way life is.”

The twinkle died. Not in burning, scorching flames, but in the gentlest way one’s shine could completely disappear from their visage. Like a wilted petal that slowly falls off its stem, the wind carrying it away. He was now looking at you with not hope, not pleading, but with complete and utter sadness—it was the same sadness you carried on your face for months while images of the two of you ran rampant through your mind. And there wasn’t a shred of you that could find itself to feel any form of sympathy for him because he never felt it for you.

“Y/N…” Your name was like a prayer that came out of his mouth, and you could see his eyes blinking furiously like they did when he was scrambling for any idea, any words to stop you from walking away. “I’m…”

You waited. Truly, you did, but the apology never came. It reminded you of all the times you’d argued with Satoru, and ended up taking him back in your arms once you cooled down and he diverted your mind from the matter. He never apologized, though, and you always realized that much after you took him back, once the wound was healed enough that a doctor would turn you away if you came asking for a checkup.

Nothing had changed, and when you walked away from the balcony, the empty glass of wine heavy in one hand and phone in another, you felt at ease. Because nothing had changed and Satoru wasn’t your problem anymore.

“That’s—he’s so, ugh!” Reina said, exasperated, once you recounted the events to her. You had to physically guide her to your bed and make her sit down with her hands on your lap while you thought about handcuffing her so she wouldn’t run to Satoru and Hana’s house and physically strangle him. But you glossed over it, severely underestimating your friend.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly showing her you agree, but she still asked, “You promise me that was it? That you walked away and didn’t like, I don’t know, run to him and kiss him like he’d just gotten back from war?”

You narrowed your eyes, moderately offended she could even suggest that after everything that went down between the two of you. “Fuck you,” you replied, chuckling as you swatted her on the arm. 

She turned her body to face you more, and you gathered all your courage to hear what she was preparing herself to say. “No matter what. No matter what, babe, you aren’t going to hear him out because he deserves none of your time and, in fact, doesn’t even deserve to do so much as breathe in your direction.” Her arms flailed around, an action that always occurred when she was giving you her honesty (and to smack the sense and direction you knew you needed into you). “And.” She took in a breath, as if it was taking everything in her to say the words. “He has a girl at home—he had a girl at home waiting for him the night of the dinner, too. And you don’t want to fall into the trap of a taken man, Y/N, trust me.”

When your mother walked into your room, eyes filled with steel determination, you braced yourself for a lecture about something you’d done recently.

“I’m not giving Takayashi the company,” she said, words laced with venom as your eyes narrowed. You knew she was hardballing, trying to get the Gojo’s to cough up every penny they could, but you thought that she’d sign it over—at least half of it—because it was built on your dad and Takayashi’s foundation. 

“Ma—”

“I don’t want to hear any debate about this, sweetheart. I’m doing exactly as your father would’ve wanted me to do, even if it means going throat to throat with a man as deadset as him. I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn’t hear it from word of mouth.”

You swallowed, confusion tangling into the web of emotions in your mind. “Papa was good friends with Mr. Gojo, wasn’t he? He only took the company because Mr. Gojo was dealing with legal problems?” Your words didn’t sound too sure, and it was because you remembered how your father spent the last few months of his life badmouthing the eldest of the Gojo family. “Or am I missing something?”

“He…” She began, feet padding across the floor as she reached your bed and took a seat on the edge. Her fingers traced the minimal pattern of the baby’s breath flowers on the blanket before she continued, “Takayashi, he tried to frame your father, in some way.” You gasped, a hand reaching over and cupping your mouth. “I know, I thought the same. But it’s truly a miracle what a man behind bars would do, the straws he would cling onto. Though he was soon proven to be lying, of course, and served his time.” 

“Mama.”

“I know he was probably trying to save his own skin and didn’t mean to betray your father, sweetheart, but this… this company is the last I have left of him. I can’t give it away for a wad of cash.”

Your lips trembled, and in that moment you realized you were looking into not just the eyes of your mother who’d sung lullabies to you and pretended as if the green vegetables were actually fancy chocolate to get you to eat them, but a woman who had been holding her husband as he paused in the middle of talking as his eyes grew as wide as saucers. She was the woman that willed to keep him breathing, breathing all he could as she hoped there was more—more time, more breath, you weren’t sure because you weren’t there—until he whispered his last words to her. She was the woman that cradled her own husband as he died because his last words were let me as he weakly cupped her jaw. She didn’t jump to call an ambulance because the small part—the realistic part—in her told her that this was it, and she’d heard too many stories of people losing their loved ones while they were stammering their words to a complete stranger over the phone, willing them to come at light speed. 

You knew how difficult grief was, and only had your mother to truly depend on after your father died. But your pain wasn’t the same as hers, and you understood. She’d lost the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life with, the man that she had been bound to for so long she couldn’t even look at another man as anything but a nuisance in her life.

“Mama, it’s okay,” you soothed. Your voice cracked as you realized how difficult it must’ve been for her to sit across the same man that betrayed her dead husband. 

She shook her head, as if she was physically trying to will away her thoughts, before she asked, “Are you? Okay, I mean.”

You nodded, a little too quickly. “Of course. Aside from, you know, papa…”

“I’m sorry you had to be around Satoru for so long.”

“Mama, please. I told you it’s nothing.” You giggled, a horrid attempt at not physically recoiling at how easily she’d caught onto everything. You had told her it was nothing, too, a few days after the wedding invitations arrived and she spotted the pink rhinestone underneath your desk, right next to your books, and asked you if you were okay. 

“I know you told me it’s nothing but could you tell me what happened? Only if you want to, of course. I may have heard you and Reina talking about Satoru the other day when I walked past your room; I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, of course, I only heard a bit of what Reina said.”

You grimaced, and decided to hell with it. “We were—” you hiccuped before you could even let out the next word. Your mother moved closer to you, eyes wary and attentive. You thought about it, thought about how your mother would’ve put her entire soul into making sure you and Satoru had the perfect wedding. “Mama, I can’t.”

A sob wracked through your entire body, and for a moment, you felt like you were seven once again and had just seen your crush spend recess with another girl as your body doubled over and your head was guided to her lap. Her fingers brushed through the strands of your hair, a touch that could only ever be a mother’s, as she used her soft, gentle voice to calm you down.

“Mama, we were engaged.”

Her fingers stopped midway through your hair, and underneath your skin, you felt her body go rigid. She was floored, and rightfully so. It wasn’t something she could’ve guessed, especially not after she’d seen the two of you at dinner the other day, so silent and indifferent it would be hard to imagine you were once ready to spend the entirety of your lives with each other. 

“Oh, baby.” You didn’t dare look up to see her expression, knowing it was marred with sorrow and pity. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The air was thick, and you were sure it would be hard for you to breathe because the air had been sucked out of the room the moment you told your mother about the engagement.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru angst #jjk #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst

[seokmthw]

oh shit, are we in love? | zhang hao

⇢ pairing: zhang hao x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, a smidge of angst, brief mentions of a toxic relationship

⇢ word count: 1.5k

prompt #5 "you don't have to be so brave with me"

prompt #12 "let's kiss and see where it takes us"

⇢ note: i realized i'm severely lacking zhang hao on my main masterlist and saw this request sitting in my inbox and just had to write it. i went a little crazy with the word count, but hao is so easy for me to write for so it came naturally to me. i hope you all enjoy!

you sniffled, hand coming up to wipe the stinging hot tears away from your eyes, which were focused on the screen of your phone, an image of you and your now ex-boyfriend on full display for you to see. you’d been managing your breakup a lot worse than you anticipated, and when the photo had shown up in your memories, it caused something within you to snap and you cried harder than you have over the past several months since your breakup. maybe it was how happy you looked while he appeared to be losing his love for you, or maybe it was because you longed so badly for something like that again, but you just couldn’t stop the flow of your tears once they started.

throughout your mourning process, you relied very heavily on zhang hao, a boy you met in your music class a couple of semesters ago. he was always there for you when you needed him and made time for you even when he was busy with something. he was the type of person whose presence alone was comforting and you were grateful to have someone like him in your life.

you'd grown almost a little too fond of zhang hao. every little brush of his hand against yours or the hug he gave you when you needed it the most shouldn't have been making the butterflies in your belly flutter around, but they did, and you weren't sure what to make of it. part of you wondered if it was too soon, or if he might be the person you dreamed of being with all along, but you didn't want to ruin what you currently had and decided to keep your lips sealed.

during your most recent state of hysteria, you texted him something almost incoherent about not wanting to be alone and needing him by your side more than ever, but now that you had calmed down a little bit, you tried taking back your words and apologizing to him. but hao was stubborn, and despite being in the middle of his violin practice, he responded quickly and told you he was packing his things up and would be on his way soon.

you felt a little guilty, sure, but the bigger majority of your brain was just ecstatic he would be there, and you'd be able to vent and be in his presence. almost as if on a queue, the sound of his knuckles rapping lightly against your door was echoing throughout your room, mingling with a sniffle as you rose from your nest of blankets on your bed and shuffled to the door.

pulling the heavy, wooden object toward you, hao greeted you with gentlest and softest smile you think you'd ever seen from him. you stepped aside, allowing him entry into your room - which was a disaster, but he never really cared - and watched as he set his belongings down on the floor at the foot of your bed. you shut the door, turning around to be greeted with his arms outstretched, welcoming you to melt into him whenever you were ready.

it didn't take long, because within mere seconds you had your arms secured around his waist and your cheek resting on his chest. hao's arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth you didn't know you needed, and he rested his chin atop your head.

you sighed, new tears springing into your eyes and dripping onto your cheeks, and inevitably soaking through the fabric of his sweatshirt. you squeezed him slightly, desperate to get him as physically close to you as possible while mumbling, “thank you for coming here, i’m sorry i interrupted your violin practice.”

“hey now, you don't have to be sorry,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “besides, the instructor often wonders why i even show up because he thinks i’m a musical genius. when i told him i needed to go, he barely even let me finish my sentence and was practically pushing me out of the door.”

“well still, you didn't have to come at all. it's just me being a little ridiculous anyway,” you replied, finally pulling away from him and motioning for him to join you in snuggling down under your blankets.

he crawled into the bed beside you, allowing you to settle down into his side, your head resting gently on his shoulder as he pulled the thick comforter over the two of you. hao glanced down at you, parting his lips to speak, “emotions you feel are never ridiculous you know. you can talk about whatever it is you want and i will never judge you or think you're being silly.”

you nodded, hesitant to even say anything at all, so instead you just allowed your eyes to flutter shut, letting your words die in your throat so you didn't mess up and say the wrong thing.

hao was quick to notice, even though you felt you were hiding it pretty well. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, concern evident in his expression as he said, “you don't have to be so brave with me. what’s on your mind?”

you shifted slightly, anxious to even think about beginning to tell him anything, but your mouth worked quicker than you mind, “it's just, throughout this whole breakup process, i think i’ve realized i have feelings for someone and it feels so soon but so right and i don't know what to do.”

“you're a human being, it's only natural you have feelings for people. besides, it's been months since your breakup and you're allowed to move on if you want to,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“i’m just scared it'll ruin everything,” you replied, averting your gaze from his to find interest in your chipping nail polish instead.

“well, if they're someone who truly cares about you, then they wouldn't let it ruin anything,” unbeknownst to you, he never looked away from you, “maybe you could tell them, the worst that could happen is that they say no.”

you sighed, “that's thing, i did just tell him.”

looking up, you caught the shocked expression of hao. the corners of your mouth twitched up ever so slightly, voice barely above a whisper as you said, “it's you, hao.”

the look on his face was incredibly difficult for you to read. you could feel panic beginning to settle in, knowing you had more than likely screwed everything up, and you couldn't help the tears that began to fall again. the only thing you could manage to say was “i’m sorry” in between your little cries, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could.

hao caught you off guard, pulling you back to him, hands cupping your face gently. he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, asking, “now why on earth are you sorry?”

“because i can tell you don't feel the same and that i just made everything so awkward,” you refused to make eye contact with him as you answered his question.

you heard a small chuckle slip past his lips, “y/n, you're not making anything awkward. i’m just surprised you return my feelings at all. why do you think i’ve always been so eager to spend time with you, even when i’m occupied with other things?”

now it was your turn to adorn a baffled look, jaw slightly agape as you processed his words. hao was the first to say something again, this time keeping your overall well-being in mind, “this doesn't have to move fast, it can be at whatever pace you want. it honestly could just not happen at all. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you, i promise.”

“i-” you started, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, desperate to find the right words. finally, you settled on, “let’s kiss and see where it takes us?”

you felt extremely shy asking, almost shrinking into yourself at such an absurd request, but hao wouldn't let you, because within mere seconds he was closing the distance between the two of you and molding his lips with yours. you gripped onto the front of his sweatshirt ever so slightly, eyes fluttering closed and the feeling of pure euphoria filling up every inch of your body.

you hadn't felt so seen or appreciated in a long time, and finally getting to kiss the boy you'd dreamed of for so long was almost surreal. you became putty in his hands, allowing him to pull you closer to his body, a string of kisses following suit.

you finally pulled away for air, your grin reflecting hao’s as you said, “i think i like where this is going.

“good,” he beamed, giving you another kiss in between his words, “because i do too.”

#seokmthw #zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #zerobaseone x reader #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet reactions #boys planet imagines #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 drabbles #zb1 ricky #zb1 scenarios #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 park gunwook #zb1 seok matthew #zb1 sung hanbin #zb1 kim jiwoong #zb1 kim taerae #zb1 kim gyuvin #zb1 han yujin #zb1 smut #zb1 x reader #zb1 reactions

[socialist-microwave-laser]

Hey the increase in antisemitism is horrible. I want to do everything I can to help. Just so I know the right thing to do, does "listen to Jews and give us space to mourn" include listening to Zionist? Many of them are Jews. Many of them won't say they're Zionists, that they're Just Jews, and don't know why people Just Hate Jews now, while calling even the gentlest opposition to textbook war crimes antisemitic.

Like, you say Listen to Jews, and I think, sure that sounds good. And then on Twitter there is a guy with a giant star of David on a flag as his icon, saying All Us Jews Have a Right to Defend Ourselves and our Jewishness and what he means is the right to depopulate and flatten Gaza and turn it into a gleaming modern city free of arabs. And he is doing this under literally the flag of the star of david

So as a person concerned with justice and really trying to do the right thing, do I listen to that Jew? Because those are absolutely the loudest voices in the room right now,that's the army and the government and their loudest supporters, and most of the times I hear people say the word "antisemitism" what they mean is "not patronizing corporations that materially support genocide", and when they say "attack on Jews as bad as the Holocaust" they often mean "resistance to Israeli occupation of stolen land"

sorry i'm answering this four days late, tumblr mobile is awful about telling you when you have new asks lmfao

honestly the answer here is yes. you do listen to zionists. you actually should listen to jews who identify as zionists VERY closely for a few different reasons

zionism is a word that has very different meanings within and without jewish spaces. this is something i've talked about a lot on my blog, but basically, many jews use this to describe a feeling of connection to eretz israel, the land of the people israel, and doesn't inherently have anything to do with the israeli government. you should be able to find posts where i talk about this at this link [x]

you say so yourself that many people will say one thing and mean another, and that's definitely true, but the problem is that you won't know who's doing that without listening to them. many jews saying those exact things are very explicitly against the israeli government

along a similar vein, it's important to listen to why a jew says something is antisemitic. like yeah there are some people who equate any critique of medinas israel (the state of israel) as antisemitism, but there are also people who very rightfully have called out popular anti-zionist talking points as antisemitic and were then dismissed as zionist (even if this person very explicitly states that they are not a zionist). for example, when susan sarandon got fired, as people put it, "for attending a pro-palestinian rally." it was actually because she said the "people that are afraid of being jewish at this time... are getting a taste of what it feels like to be a muslim in [the united states]" [x] that statement is horrifically antisemitic because it 1) suggests that the rise in antisemitism (a 541% increase from last year as of last week [x]) is justified and 2) suggests that antisemitism is somehow a new thing in the us that jews are just now beginning to experience. in this instance it would be very important to listen to someone explain WHY they felt what she said was antisemitic, bc at first blush it just sounds like one of those cases of equating support for palestinian liberation with antisemitism

honestly i feel this is most important, which is why i put it last. to quote rami elhanan: “how will you get respect if you don’t give respect? once you are able to listen to the pain of the other, you can expect the other to listen to your pain." in that same talk, bassam aramin said “don’t claim that you own the truth always. people’s stories are their truth. you need to listen, respect, then the other side will listen to you and your pain." this was a lesson i learned because i'm a queer anarchist in kentucky; it was only when i listened to the people around me that i supposedly disagree such that i learned we agree on almost everything, and that was when we began yo see each other's humanity. another quote from aramin: "we didn’t meet as friends, no, we meet as enemies. but now we are family. and we had to start by talking to each other." the recording of the talk i attended hasn't been made public yet, but i posted a bunch of quotes from it here [x]

#jumblr #anarchist #tsiyyonus definition #asks #anonymous

[kitkatscabinet]

KINKTOBER - 08: Oral/shower sex

Ftm! John Mactavish x gn! Reader

Warnings: some fem terms used for genitalia. Don’t care if there’s no audience, been thinking bout this scenario religiously for days.

You couldn’t sleep, having been woken at the butt fuck ridiculous time of 3am after a particularly vivid nightmare. You’d woken gasping for breath and drenched in uncomfortable sticky sweat. Trying to ignore the sensation didn’t work and before long you were dragging yourself out of bed with a mournful whine and heading towards the showers.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t even realised the showers were already occupied with another. Dumping your things down on the bench and stripping without a care it wasn’t until you heard a crash that you looked up to see an equally naked, yet dripping wet Soap.

The horrified look on his face barely caught your attention, nor did the bottle of presumably shampoo he’d dropped as you slowly gave his body a sleepy once over. Offering him a wave you yawned before meandering into one of the showers, pulling the curtain closed and hissing when a spray of cold water hit you in the face.

Stepping back you let out a yelp when the gross material of the curtain hit your back and stuck to you. It was only for a few seconds however before the curtain was suddenly ripped open and you were staring at a mildly panicked Soap.

“You ok?” You blinked slowly still trying to get the sleep out of your system before you smiled cheekily, though it probably looked far more dopey. “If you wanted to shower with me you could have just asked, no need to throw yourself into the cubicle.”

He didn’t answer immediately, stuttering a little on his words and seemingly getting tongue tied as he stared down at your very naked and wet chest, his cheeks flushing pink a little. His tongue darting out to wet his lips as his breath hitched, pupils dilating.

It was cute. Johnny was always cute, but now he seemed even more like a puppy than usual.

Sleep fleeing your system you hummed, pulling him gently under the water and smirking in victory when he didn’t rebel. Your hands settled on his waist, fingers tracing slow circles as you stared hungrily at him.

“You want me to touch you?” He nodded desperately before his eyes widened even more, taken aback by his own reaction.

With a pleased hum you placed a soft kiss on his neck before working your way down his chest, pausing briefly to flick your eyes back up into his dilated ones, “this ok?” Another rapid nod and you placed a soft kiss right over his fluttering heart, licking a nipple briefly and relishing in the groan he produced at that.

As mush as you wanted to take it slow and lavish him with attention you were very aware of how tired your body was and the lack of space in the shower.

Slipping off your rubber flip flops, you kneeled on the slightly squishy material to create at least a little barrier between your skin and the tiles.

Hands now resting on his muscular thighs you placed your nose against the dark curls decorating his pubic bone, before you asked again. “This ok too?” Another nod, but this time you weren’t entirely satisfied with how quiet the usually boisterous man was being.

“Need your words love.”

“Fuck. Yes. Use your mouth, your fingers, anything! Please just touch me.” He groaned throatily, thighs already shaking in anticipation as his hands moved to clench your hair and tug your face towards him. 

“Good boy” you hummed once more in delight, his slight whimper at your words increasing into a full-blown moan as you licked over his already dripping hole. From there you didn't relent, eagerly lapping at him like he was your last feast on earth. 

Your tongue delved into his warm walls and your thumb gently flicked against his engorged clit. He was so responsive, so sensitive to even the gentlest of touches, moaning loudly with his head thrown back, thighs shaking so badly you’d had to hook one leg over your shoulder for fear he’d fall. 

It doesn’t take long before he’d reaching his climax and it’s your turn to moan loudly against him when he cums from just the sensation of your tongue against his hole. You offer him no reprieve though, even when he hunches slightly over your kneeled body in an attempt to catch his breath. 

“Please, ‘s too much” he whines. Though you are far from satisfied and with a wicked smirk you simply look up at him, pulling away for a few seconds before wrapping your lips fully around his twitching clit, sucking harshly as Soap sobs and writhes in pleasure above you. 

You pull away for a few seconds only to speak, “You can take it love because you’re a good boy, aren’t you.” It’s a little cruel of you but you’d have to have been blind to the way he’d reacted to such praising words earlier. Just as you suspect he nods rapidly, blue eyes hazy and teary when the words won’t form. 

“There’s a good puppy.” Taking his clit back into your mouth you finally slip two of your fingers inside his hole, curling them in time with the way your tongue flicks back and forth. It takes even less time for him to cum the second go around, he’s just so sensitive, and you actually do have to catch him when he stumbles a little. 

Soap cums so hard he blacks out a little, only to come to seconds later with your chest pressed against his back for support as your hands gently wash his body under the warm spray. 

“Back with me?” you bite his neck, planting kisses along his spine as he regains his senses. “Good, because I’m not done yet.” Once again Soap is given no option but to writhe in pleasure when your fingers teasingly dance across his groin once more. Not knowing that you intend to make him cum until he can’t think of anything but you anymore.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #soap x reader #kat’s writing #john mactavish x reader #cod john mactavish #john mactavish #cod mw #trans soap

[nardo-headcanons]

Your wish is my command.

Thanks to @samgazm for requesting!

TW suicide, mental health issues. This post deals with very sensitive topics and if you can relate to these mentioned subjects, please view at your own risk or rather skip this one. Here’s a list of hotlines you can call if you’re currently struggling with these kinds of thoughts:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

You deserve to be helped and to be happy!

How I would fix Shisui Uchiha

There’s actually a lot that can be done with Shisui’s character, since we don’t know much about him from the canon.

Characterize him as a kind soul who’s intelligent and well intentioned, but susceptible to being manipulated. Since manipulation has “worked” for the people in his life (Danzo) before, show how he thinks manipulating the will of Fugaku by using Kotoamatsukami is the only way to achieve a false sense of peace.

What’s with his parents?

His grandfather is Kagami Uchiha, isn’t he?

We can assume his family is more on the side of Konoha than most Uchiha. Show him being in a constant conflict with the part of him that is aware of the discrimination of the Uchiha and the part of him that favors status quo of Konoha.

You can flesh out this inner conflict to a degree where it becomes understandable as to why he would end his life. The reason why someone decides to commit suicide are incredibly personal and individual, and for quite a lot of people suicide is not just dying for the sake of it, but as an escape from their current existence. I can see that being Shisui’s motive as well.

Show us how on the surface, he’s that ball of sunshine full of zest for life and then cut back right to the despair-ridden teen with broken dreams who was forced to mature way too early by a dilemma with no control to change the situation.

In his last moments, make him doubt his loyalty to Konoha and the shinobi system that it runs under.

Flesh out his relationship with Itachi, even after his death. Make Itachi resent him for leaving him alone with this incredibly hard decision. (Which isn’t even a real decision)

Even if Itachi is the gentlest, most loving person, even he’s allowed to resent and mourn his best friend.

#naruto headcanons #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #naruto fanfiction #headcanons #fanfiction #shisui headcanons #anti konoha #anti shinobi system #danzo shimura #shisui uchiha #shisui

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

( if the road is long, it doesn't matter what you weigh-- i will carry you. )

chara : neuvillette fandom : genshin impact quote cr : jacqueline woodson a/n : okay i read abt him for a few minutes so let's hope this is in character (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

one : & THE WEIGHT OF JUSTICE IS A HEAVINESS IN ENDEAVORS, THE SCALES MEANT TO BE TIPPED IN FAVOR OF GOOD IN A WAR WAGED AGAINST EVILS. BUT EVEN IN ONE WITH A SEEMINGLY COLD HEART, THERE IS BURDEN ETCHED IN THE TRACES OF BLUE / OF OCEAN WAVES / OF DIVINITY, AND WHEN THE RAIN POURS, THE WORLD WILL KNOW OF A SORROW UNKNOWN & UNTOLD.

the rain represents many a thing : a hinting of hope, a dreadfulness meant to be endured before the sun rises once more, the coming of bloom in petals unfurled / a possible despair, a grieving in madness, an anguish profound.

there is a sentiment in every droplet that falls and falls, and when you look to the sky, feel the water trail down your face in the gentlest of touches, there is a semblance of grief in the way your lips instinctively curve in the knowing.

you stare at the mourning sky. you close your eyes, inhale deep. exhale. there's an umbrella in your hand, but you do not use it.

and so the rain begins like this : solemn, quiet. fickle -- an announced presence, one so faint that one questions a mere drop here and there, and then the hurting begins, the understanding of the pain one has always carried alone. the rain grows, pours and pours, and then it storms.

another deep breath. you finally look down.

you know this story, you do. the legends once told of a dragon's cry.

you smile again.

still, you do not use your umbrella. you keep walking. there is somewhere to go, someone to be with.

two : & THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IS A HEAVINESS IN THE HEART, THE BEATING AND BEATING OF A LIFE LONG LIVED GROWN WEARY AND TIRED. BUT EVEN IN THE HAZE OF DAYS GONE BY, THERE IS LOVE ETCHED IN THE TRACES OF FERVOR / OF QUIET COMFORT / OF REVERENCE, AND WHEN THE RAIN POURS, THE DRAGON WILL KNOW OF A SERENITY FOREVERMORE.

"rumor has it," you speak, words filled with repose as you lean against the door frame of a bedroom shared, "that when the dragon cries, the world will hear it, feel it, but they will not understand it."

neuvillette sits on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. you see the way he tenses slightly, and it is almost instinct that he wipes his tears away, ignores the subtle lump in his throat. he does not try to hide it much, not really. and it isn't because he is ashamed-- he's not, because there is not weakness in expressing one's grievances, but to him, it is simply just not necessary. unwarranted, even.

it is not often that he mourns, and truth be told, you think, it is not nearly enough. you take a few steps forward, your clothes slightly damp, the cool air gracing your skin. you find yourself standing before him. he is quick to rise from the bed, brows furrowed ever so slightly in concern at your state. he glances at the umbrella that lays by the door, and he is almost certain you did not use it at all.

"you carried it, yet you chose not to make use of it." he murmurs, and he almost feels guilty. you could get sick-- you're cold to the touch, but you don't shake, don't frown, don't complain. he doesn't understand.

you smile, and there is something so endearing about it that it almost hurts. you wonder if it will begin to storm again. you feel the way his hand cups your cheek ; you lean into the touch, place your hand over his.

"no, i didn't." you answer, and the warmth in your tone makes his heart hurt, somehow. "i never mind the rain, dearest." your smile grows the slightest bit, but so does the ache in his chest. "i know it signifies your pain. you carry everything on your shoulders-- alone, and you always have."

a pause, a brief flicker of reluctance as you choose your words carefully.

"i've always been fond of the rain. not because i know it means you're suffering, but because i know that you can grieve without judgement or reserve. because i know you're letting yourself feel."

then, you hear it-- the revival of rain, the gentle sound of droplets hitting the windowpanes, trailing down and down before collision. there is a storm brewing in the depths of his being, and in the skies, there is one that looms over fontaine. your thumb grazes his cheekbone, wipes another tear away before you press your forehead against his, bring yourself to speak again.

"i won't shy away from it. i won't hide from it. no matter when it rains, no matter where it rains, i'll always come find you. you know that, don't you?"

his other hand finds yours, almost as if by second nature. how gently he squeezes it, and he does so in quiet acknowledgement of your kindness and the love you have always shared. it's a long moment before he responds, and you can tell he's thinking, trying to find all the right things to say. but how do you respond to such ardor? how can you reciprocate something so venerating?

"you are stubborn, love. you'll fall ill."

you let out a soft laugh, almost roll your eyes in exasperation at his reply.

"yes, but it will be worth it. you're always worth it, neuvi."

#genshin impact x reader #neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #if this is bad i apologize i was writing it and so many things happened in a small frame of time tht i got distracted #anywho !!! he seems vvv interesting i am curious to learn more abt him :^) twas enjoyable writing this #.: writing

[mandomaterial]

Forgotten pt.2

Pairing: Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, mourning, horrible news, i love that Ronal is our sister yay, crying, no fluff, ANGST

Notes: i love writing angst but i don’t know if im any good at it- pls tell me how u like it and leave some ideas for what should happen next :P pics not mine, credit to the owner!

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Tonowari knew that he had to get his children back to the village, but at the same time he didn’t want to prove that you were gone; leaving without you. His heart was heavy with grief, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He had failed to protect you, and the guilt was crushing him from the inside out...

As he rode on the tsurak, with his children in front of him, Tonowari could feel their small bodies trembling with fear and confusion. Tonowari couldn't bring himself to tell them the truth. He wanted to shield them from the harsh reality of their situation for as long as he could. He didn’t want them to feel the pain that he felt; he didn’t want them to suffer.

But the children could sense that something was wrong. Ao'nung was yelling “Mother! We need to find Mom!” angry because he didn’t understand why they were leaving you behind. Tonowaris youngest was already crying, alligator tears rolling off her cheeks and sobs leaving her throat, “…mama,… where’s mama…” she turned to look at her sibling and father “I want to see mama! Mama needs-“ she was cut off by her father enveloping the two of them in a tight hug. They could feel the grief and suffering rolling off him in waves.

“I’m sorry… I-I couldn’t… oeru txoa livu…” he whimpered into the hug “..they took her… they t-took sa'nok..” Tonowari couldn’t bring himself to look his children in the eyes, he had failed them; it was his fault. He could feel Tsireya sobbing and even Ao'nung started shedding tears. They couldn’t speak a word, being too shocked about their mother's disappearance.

Ao'nung wrapped an arm around his sister “We’re going to find her. She’s going to come b-back. If n-not… no. It’s impossible. She h-has to come back.” he said with a shaky voice, hoping to comfort his family. “D-dad, is this t-tue?” “Yes, syulang. She will return.. s-somehow… ” he added to his son's little speech.

It was already late at night, the dark sky speckled with stars, and soon enough Tonowari felt Tsireya slump against him, fast asleep. He couldn’t blame her, so much had happened that day, so many horrible things. But alas the sky people retreated and peace was soon to come back to the reef. Peace that has been waited on for a long time. Everyone would be at peace again; his clan; the Tulkun; everyone but him. He would never forgive himself for what he has done. Never.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Tonowari, Ao'nung, and Tsireya were the last to come back to the village, a crowd already gathered to welcome them back. As they disembarked the tsurak, the villagers erupted into cheers and applause, grateful for their safe return. But for the three of them, the joyous atmosphere only deepened their sorrow. The loss of their mother weighed heavily on them and their hearts were heavy with grief and pain.

As they made their way through the throng of well-wishers, Tsireya clung to Tonowari's side and Ao'nung walked behind him, their faces etched with confusion and sadness. They didn't understand how it was possible that their mother had been taken away, or why their father couldn't protect her. Tonowari himself was consumed by guilt and regret, wondering if he could have done more to save her.

Despite the outpouring of support and encouragement from the villagers, Tonowari and his children remained silent. No one knew what had happened. No one realized that someone was missing. In the heat of the battle, no one realized that their beloved Tsahìk had been taken.

The person they could always seek help from. The gentlest soul of them all. The person that never saw the bad in anything. The ray of sunshine that filled their lives with happiness every day. She of all people had been taken from the tribe.

Tonowari knew what he had to do right now. He had to share his troubles with one person first, before telling the rest of his people. Ronal, your older sister.

He walked to her Marui pod but before entering he murmured “Go to our pod. I’ll join you after this.” And gave his children a little push in the right direction. Stepping closer to the closed-off opening, taking a deep breath and balling his fists, “Ronal? Are you there? We have to discuss something. Right. Now.” he declared.

Rustling came from inside and the flap opened up instantly, revealing a tired Ronal. “Are you certain this can't wait until tomorrow, tsmukan?” He didn’t answer, entering the pod silently. By doing this Ronal understood that this was indeed very serious. “What happened.” Still silence. He couldn’t face her. “What happened?! Tell me!” Ronal cried. She prayed to Eywa that nothing happened to you. She rushed over and grabbed his arm firmly, turning him to face her, seeing the pain etched on his face she asked “…where is my sister.” with an unwavering tone. Her voice cut through the air like a knife.

This time Tonowari answered her. “She was taken” he whispered, looking straight at your sister. At first, Ronal didn’t seem to be registering what he was saying. She stared at him blankly, as if trying to make sense of his words. She didn’t want to believe it. Then, all at once, the realization hit her. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a strangled cry.

"No!" she sobbed, her body shaking with the force of her grief. "No, it can't be true!" She raised her hands and started slamming them against Tonowari's chest. “No! You are lying!” She sunk to the ground, dragging Tonowari with her. He tried hugging her but she struggled against him “No!” she screeched, tears rolling off her cheeks.

Tonowari held her tightly as she wept, feeling helpless in the face of her anguish. He knew that there was nothing he could say to ease her pain, but he stayed with her, offering what comfort he could.

Together, they cried for the loss of a sister, a wife, a mother, and the light of their life. Time seemed to be frozen in place as they mourned. After some time there were no more tears to cry though. It must have been in the middle of the night, everything was silent. It was Tonowari who spoke the first word “Tomorrow, we must tell the people. You must take her place as Tsahìk in this time.”

Ronal lifted her gaze to meet his eyes, shaking her head, her face contorted in a mixture of sorrow and anguish. “I can’t. I won't take her place” she whimpered. “You must. The people need us now” he spoke in return.

After a few more moments of silence, they parted from each other, standing up. Ronal gave him a single nod but stayed silent otherwise. Tonowari took this as his sign to leave. “Rest well, tsmuke,” he muttered

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The way back to his pod wasn’t long. He walked silently, thinking about what he should do simultaneously hoping that his children were asleep already, not wanting to face them again. The flap was still open, showing that his children had waited for him.

Stepping inside he looked around and saw his daughter sound asleep already. Tonowari continued looking for his son as well when he heard, “…what’s going to happen now, dad? Will she come back?” the voice came from the darkest corner of his home, his son sitting and leaning against the wall with his head resting on his knees, arms crossed over them.

“Ao'nung…” he dragged his feet closer, sitting down next to him, hiking up one knee and resting his arm on it. “I don’t know. I truly don’t know.” He looked over seeing his son tearing up. “But she will come back, r-right?” Tonowari didn’t know what to say so he just let his heart do the talking “We will reunite. We must pray to Eywa that it is in this life and not our next. But we have to continue living. Everything must be balanced in life, so we can not just stop living. I will send out word to the other tribes to search for her as well. I pray that Eywa help us.” He pulled his son closer, leaning Ao'nungs head on his chest.

“May Eywa help us”

#tonowari #tonowari x you #tonowari x reader #tonowari x y/n #tonowari angst #tonowari fic #avatar fic #avatar tsireya #avatar #avatar ao'nung #avatar 2 #avatar: the way of water #avatar tonowari #avatar ronal #angst #fanfiction #x reader #atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow angst #atwow slowburn #atwow x you

[xysidhequeen]

Today I lost a dear member of my family, Rune. Rune was rushed to a vet today. Shortly after reaching the vet she had a seizure and her heart stopped, and could not be restarted.

Rune was 6 years old. My husband found her while working at Walmart. She was hiding under a pallet. He carefully coaxed her out and then kept her in the manager office in a box(with food and water!), which she broke out of. He then took her home in another box, which she broke out of again. We welcomed Rune happily into our lives and hearts. When we first got her we couldn't even tell her gender, so we decided on the name Rune. (She was obviously, now, a girl. She just had too much fluff)

Rune was a menace to society, my mental health and most especially our other cats. She loved to bully them if given a chance, and she'd scream for food if you stepped a single foot in the kitchen. She was the least graceful cat I've ever met in my life, and had maybe one singular braincell.

But she also loved being brushed so much she'd drool, loved feet, and would let you pick her up whenever you wanted and immediately begin purring. She didn't care if you cried in her fur, and would just keep purring and letting you cuddle her until you were done. She loved to cuddle, and would always find her way into someone's lap. She liked to cuddle with my friend Mavis when they went to bed, and watch videos with them. Even if you upset Rune, she'd never hurt you, her bites were the gentlest things I'd ever felt. Rune couldn't stand to hurt anyone, and even when she was at the vet, sick and probably in pain I'll never know, she never once tried to bite any of the vets or techs.

Rune had so much love to give(as long as you were human) and she would accept all of it back. She was a sweet thing, and I loved her so so very much. I watched her grow up, and she purred me through many a mental breakdown.

I have so many videos and photos of her, from every stage of her life. And the fact that I will never have any new videos of her antics, of her sweetness, has killed something inside of me. I'd trade so much to just get one last chance to cuddle her and hear her purr for me.

I wanted to share this, because Rune was my darling and I want everyone who possibly can to see her, and to know her and to mourn that she's gone now. She deserves to be loved, because that's all she ever wanted. There was no such thing as too much love to her.

So please, send her your love. She deserves all of it, even if she's no longer around to enjoy it.

#pet death #cat death #death #tw: pet death #tw: cat death #tw: seizures #tw: death #cat #pet #i wanted to share because more people should know rune #she deserved all the love the world could give her #she deserved more than 6 years

[morvith]

Sam Gamgee's last adventure

Or, how Maglor was conned convinced to return to Valinor.

In the year 1482 (61 Fourth Age), after the death of his beloved wife Rosie, Samwise Gamgee entrusts the Red Book to his daughter Elanor and her descendands. After he left the Tower Hills, it is said that he made his way to the Grey Havens and was allowed to cross over to the Undying Lands.

But what if, on his way to the Grey Havens, Sam heard a faint, mournful song?

It doesn't quite match what he has felt since Mid-Year's Day - he is still a simple Hobbit at heart, he wouldn't dare presume, but... He recognises that feeling.

So, before he even realises it, his feet turn down a different path, following the music for days and days (he is not as spry as he used to be when he first set out with Master Frodo), until he reaches the sea shore, and sees a lonely Elf, singing his heartbreak to the sea.

There's something terribly wrong with this Elf, and not just because one of his hands is badly burnt. The deeds of which he sings are terrible, enough to freeze the blood in one's veins.

No one would blame Sam if he turned back the way he came, and left the (lonely, lonely, lonely) Elf to the fate he chose.

Before his Quest, Sam might have very well done so. None of his business, what call has he to meddle in the Fair Folk's business?

But that was years and years ago. Sam has a keen sense of justice (he wouldn't have been elected Mayor of Michel Delving seven times in a row otherwise), but he has also learned the value of mercy.

So, Sam grabs Maglor by his good arm and plays up "poor lost frail old Hobbit" for all that he is worth!

Fëanorian stubborness? Tsk. Have you tried managing an entire city worth of Hobbits? Yeah, thought so.

So, after much (much, much) arguing, Maglor agrees to put that stubborn little creature on the road to the Grey Havens, and that's it.

....yes, he does know where they are! And the reason why he hasn't left yet is none of the Hobbit's business!

All right, so he will take the stubborn old Hobbit to the Grey Havens, but no further!

Then, there is nobody waiting for the Hobbit and it appers that all boats left are Elf-sized, and.... Maglor has done a lot of things he is not proud of, but he is not, at heart, evil. (He was once considered the gentlest soul among Fëanor's sons). He can't leave this small, old Hobbit to drown, which is exactly what is going to happen if he insists on taking a boat alone.

The Hobbit, of course, insists.

So, fine! Maglor will help him sail, but only halfway to Valinor. He is not going all the way!

Sam, meanwhile, is laughing up his sleeve and patting Maglor's hand and addressing him as winyamo (Quenya for "youngster". Look, Maglor refused to give a name, he only has himself to blame. Besides, it reminds Sam of Mister Bilbo.)

Spoiler: Maglor does, indeed, end up going all the way to Valinor.

(with many thanks to @wings-of-indigo )

#the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #samwise gamgee #maglor #headcanon #I might actually have to write this...

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil takes care of Thena very secretly while she still has her bullet wound. Thena learns that he is the strongest guard here and yet the most kindest and gentlest of them all. Plus she can’t resist touching his feathers 🤭

"Thena?"

"Up here!" she called back to him. She could hear him climbing from the branches holding her nest up to the canopy where she was sitting (hiding). "Careful."

Gilgamesh had such large and magnificent wings. She had cleared a path for herself, of course, but she hated the idea of him snagging any of his beautifully dark feathers on his way up.

"Hey," he huffed, finally emerging in the canopy with her. His wings rustled behind him as he settled himself on the same branch. "How did you get up here?"

She smiled. He had been very vigilant about her injury since she had disclosed it to him. He even snuck her extra food in hopes the protein would help her heal faster. "Carefully, rest assured. I've started coming up here to watch the sunrise. And it assures that Druig and Ikaris will leave me be and seek their own food."

Gil chuckled, "did you find food for them when they were fledglings?"

Thena rolled her eyes at it. "I do not know of yourself, but my brothers knew I was the best hunter of us, so they would half-attempt to fish until I assuredly brought back the best yield for us to share."

Gil rolled his eyes as well, although they did share in their laughter. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me."

"Even when Ikaris started hunting in earnest, he's too impatient to skim the water at a reasonable pace, so everything slips from his grasp," she shrugged, picking at a few berries she had in a leaf cup. "But he can crack open shellfish better than I, I must admit."

"You like shellfish?"

"Scallops and shrimp are sweeter than oysters and muscles," she commented freely, barely even noticing as Gil angled himself, running his hands over her wings. She shifted in her position, turning her back to him so he could examine her side.

"Has it opened back up again?" he asked seriously, examining her white dress for signs of blood.

"No, the healing springs are working," she answered honestly. She was still soaking her wound morning and night. "The skin is a little tender, but I do believe it had closed, at least."

"Hm," he grunted, moving on to straightening some of her feathers while he was examining her. "Still soak it for a little longer, though. Until it no longer hurts to poke."

Thena sighed. She poked it regularly to test if she was healed yet. "Indeed."

"Makkari is rushing home after last perimeter checks a lot," Gil commented lightly as he idly combed through her feathers with his fingers. "Are they official now?"

"I do believe I could say they are courting," Thena smiled to herself, watching sun stream through the gaps and crags in the top of the mothernest, and even through some of the crystalline ice structures up there. "I look forward to the day he brings her home to me."

It was quite serious to have one's mate introduced to the family formally. Thena and Makkari had spoken of course, could even be considered to be friends. But if Druig brought Makkari to her nest to meet her, that would be more like bringing Makkari to meet his mother.

"You think he will?" Gil asked, plucking out an errant feather.

"It will take time," she sighed, her wings fluttering faintly at the thought, just for Gil to move them more for his angle. "But I do hope so. I would welcome her to the family."

"You wouldn't feel like you have a," Gil paused, and she heard his clothes rustle as he fidgeted, "I dunno--empty nest, or something?"

Thena looked down at her berries, almost eaten completely. "Perhaps I will mourn the days when Druig was a sweet little hatchling, even when Ikaris was not so...Ikaris."

Gil snorted.

"But they are long grown, and I want for them to stretch their wings," she concluded. She moved her leaf cup, offering up her last windberry. "I brought them all the way here for it, all told."

"Thanks," Gil whispered (awfully close to her ear). He reached for the berry, his thumb brushing against hers as he fished it out.

"I have never seen them so much as show an interest in courting, or preening, or," she shrugged, flapping her wings faintly as she felt Gil pull away.

"Well, preening is pretty, y'know," Gil postulated as she turned around to face him again.

"Oh?" she grinned, automatically moving forward to return the favour of his preening of her wings. She nearly gasped as he allowed her to do the same, brandishing his shimmering black wings in all their glory. They made her want to bury her face in the valley between them.

"W-Well," Gil squirmed, and she could just imagine the sweet, somewhat shy expression on his face. "Preening is pretty, uh, personal."

Intimate might be another word for it. Certainly no acquaintances or even casual friends were going around picking at each other's feathers. It simply required a level of trust and understanding of a fae's most vulnerable feature.

Thena was not ignorant to that. She simply acted like she was.

She moved her fingers over Gil's feathers delicately. They were so stunning, each and every one of them. She nudged a few back into place, examining the most misplaced ones. He had navigated his way up here with care.

"Should I not be...?" she asked quietly, even pausing in her actions. She pursed her lips while he was turned away from her, "if you have a potential mate who is going to come and tear my nest apart, I-"

Gil snorted again. He half turned to peek at her around his wing, "please."

She only felt more dissatisfied with that answer. She plucked a downy feather straight out roughly. "I do not see what is humorous about the question."

"Well, guard life doesn't exactly let you go out and court," he shrugged, not seeming all that bothered by it. "I've been the captain of our patrol for a long time, Thena. I've never so much as been approached."

Thena tilted her head beside/behind him. Her hair swayed around her shoulders faintly and the shadows of her horn and a half were cast over Gil's shoulder. She couldn't imagine Gilgamesh not being a prime candidate for a mate for anyone viable.

"Why?"

She looked up and suddenly he had a completely clear view of her. His eyes were sharp and warm, brown like the undertones of his rich black feathers. Her stomach leapt. "Hm?"

"You worried I have someone I'm preening with in another nest?"

Thena felt herself flush, although she did her best to look annoyed with the question. He wasn't in a teasing mood often. "I wouldn't take you for that kind of fae, Gilgamesh."

He laughed fully, having had his fun. He turned again, crossing his arms around himself. His wings shook with his laughter as well. "Well, that's good. And listen, even if I had ever liked someone, I've never been able to approach anyone. I'm used to doing my own preening, really."

She could tell, by the general state of his back-most feathers. Clearly he took good care of them, but every fae had those spots they simply couldn't reach on their own. "Well, good you have me."

"Yeah, it is."

Thena lowered her hands from his wings. She had let herself enjoy their secrecy too much, perhaps. "You need not, of course. If you didn't wish it."

Gil, sensing that she had pulled away from him, turning back to her. He lifted his wings to they could sit close despite the appendages of theirs which naturally demanded distance. "Do you?--wish it?"

Thena sighed, looking at the wonderful border guard she had met a full turn around the sun past, now. She leaned forward carefully, giving him time to refuse if he wanted to. In which case she would take off and leave these seas, perhaps forever.

Gil leaned in as well, their lips meeting gently. It was not necessarily as intimate as preening - especially in secret - but a kiss was still a kiss. He raised his hand to her cheek, tilting her head to kiss her deeper.

Thena sighed, their fangs meeting somewhat as their mouths opened more. He tasted of the morning stew the guards ate before first takeoff. It mixed with the taste of her berries.

Gil pulled away, tucking her hair behind the point of her ear in the morning air currents.

Thena just stared at him, her breath coming in soft sighs. She had never thought of finding a mate for her own.

Gil looked up, seeing a few fae beginning to fly around the dome of the mothernest as a warmup. He sighed, "I have to go."

"Go," she sent him off with a smile, her whole body tingling with warmth. "You are needed."

Gilgamesh let his hand drift off her cheek and to her shoulder as he stood on the branch. He lifted his wings, shielding them from witnesses. "I'll come and check on you tonight."

"Very well," she smiled. She waited the entirety of the day for him to do so eagerly. Her heart sang for him. "I shall wait for you."

"Okay," he whispered, their hands leaving each other the most slowly. He slipped something into her hand, "see you later, then."

Thena waved as he took off, launching straight from the treetops into the air to join the day's first shift of patrol. She could hear his voice, already directing his team and guiding them with the largest and strongest wings of them all.

Her hand tightened around the feather of his he had left her. It was a step past preening, and she would have to make sure Ikaris and Druig didn't find it--this gesture of exclusivity between fae. It wasn't necessarily a courting trinket, bus she felt a certain lightheaded giddiness as she tucked it into the layers of her white dress, over her heart.

#Thenamesh Maleficent AU #it's preening time! #I honestly think kissing someone can be like #oh it's like a peck #but you hear two fae are preening #and you're like whoa whoa whoa are you two that serious?! #Thena just can't resist because Gil is so sweet #and his wings are so big and beautiful #and Gil knows what they're doing could be considered improper #he faintly is like well maybe it's not as big a deal in the southern Isles #but then Thena wants to preen him the second he sits down #and he's like is she...interested...in me?!!?!?!?! #meanwhile Thena #poor Thena is horns over heels for this handsome fae with the dark wings #Druig is like what's up with her? #Ikaris is just like what #She keeps sighing and all she does is sit in the canopy all day #then she takes off at sundown #Ikaris: no brain head empty #Druig: I am detective pikachu #Thena: Lover by Taylor Swift #thank you to all who read my tags #obviously I think I'm funny

[mischiefmaker615]

Don’t Worry Darling

Requester: Walkingwingsforfree (wattpad)

Summary: Loki comforting you through a hard time

Note: i tried to keep this as a general thing so you could kinda refer this to almost anything you might be going through irl.

‘’Darling, I’m home’’

Loki called as he backed into the apartment so he wouldn’t drop the take-out, kicking the door behind him once safely in.

Silence.

‘’Y/N?’’ he asked again, raising a brow as he scanned the living room for you but you weren’t there. Setting his things down on the counter, he made haste as he scanned the room for any sign of an alert. Everything seemed normal to the same from before he had left to now, so where were you? And then he heard a sniff. Giving a gentle sigh, he headed directly to your bedroom and knocked gently. ‘’darling, I’m coming in..’’ he said gently, knowing regardless of whatever answer you might be able to give, he was going to do so anyway.

Upon entering, he took in the scene before him where you- mascara smeared and outfit tossed to the side where you now hugged yourself wearing your boyfriend’s hoodie and your sweatpants- sat on the ground with your back against the bed and chin on your knees. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t answer..’’ you say quietly with a quivering lip, feeling guilty for him coming home to.. this.

‘’I don’t care about that love, what I do care about is what’s going on here.. you’ve been thinking about it.. haven’t you?’’ he said with the gentlest of voices, almost as if he were trying to not scare away a butterfly as he came around the bed and sat down before you with his hands resting upon your knees.

You gave a small nod and your chest lurched once more right down to your stomach as fresh tears spilled once more. ‘’I’m sorry its just- I try not to think about it, to move on but.. its hard being alone with my thoughts right now and-‘’ you cut your words off when you saw Loki’s eyes widened to panic concern and you quickly shook your head to correct yourself. ‘’it’s okay- I know you can’t be here 24/7 so leaving to get food was fine- .. I need to learn how to get over this..’’ the last part came out quietly.

‘’easier said than done as you always say.’’ Loki sighed with a small smile to offer before he moved himself to sit beside you in an identical position though with his side pressed against yours. ‘’I know its not easy to forgive and forget, I of all people know exactly how that feels, and in time things will get better.’’ He said gently and wrapped an arm around you where you graciously scooted as close as possible so he could lean his head upon yours with yours against his chest.

‘’a mourning period, taking time through the situation, having moments like these, all are part of the healing factor. It can be a slow process, but surrounding yourself with people you cherish, and/or doing things that you enjoy can help as well love.’’

‘’you’re here.. and I still am like this..’’ you sniff and look up at him through teary eyes into his soft ones.

‘’which is normal darling. Distractions can only work for so long but until your mind can fully process and develop an understanding to the situation, then acceptance can come that much sooner. Its not a rushing process, but a teaching one.’’

Your eyes slowly moved down, cuddling closer to him as you take a deep breath and slowly breath out, closing your eyes as you began calming your body. This didn’t go unnoticed by Loki, making you look back up at him upon hearing his light chuckle.

‘’good girl.’’

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as he took your hand in his and kissed it. ‘’well.. you of all people taught me how to breath through it.’’ you lightly teased and he laughed.

‘’and I’m the only one who will tell you that involving that.. particular innuendo.’’ He teased, squeezing your hand lightly with the insinuation that he would be the only man to be involved in those situations as well. ‘’but through whatever it may be and like now, I’ll be there for you darling. No matter you.’’ He promised and already you felt your heart flutter by the love you have for this man and you moved yourself to sit in his lap, facing him.

He gladly placed his hands onto your hips and your own upon his shoulders as you gazed in his blue orbs with as much love and passion as he did for yours. You bit your lip as you looked at him mischievously and he smirked with a wonder on his face. ‘’what is it?’’

You half laughed as you almost squirmed in his lap with excitement and his eyes dulled playfully. ‘’can i?’’

‘’do I have a choice in the matter?’’ he half asked and you jumped to your feet and grabbed your phone.

‘’of course not-‘’

Loki sighed and chuckled as he got to his feet to join your side. ‘’fine..’’ he replied before you set your phone down as soon as the song began. Loki placed a hand on your hip and took your hand to begin dancing with you while you began to sing; with him caving in and eventually joining in not long after.

#loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #loki #Thor and Loki #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #loki god of mischief #lokifluff

[omegaverse-daily]

Hi! Can you please give us some info on how tragedies like a miscarriage or infertility from an omega would be handled? Would their mate react differently depending on them being an alpha beta or omega? How do omegas commonly heal from that

These might be mostly omega based but there will be some alpha and beta hc too within.

Loss:

* Omegas who lose a pregnancy, or even just a pup at that in any form, can face it in a bunch of different ways. Shock, loud grief, self hatred, deep depression, etc.

* Everyone goes through grief differently, but for a sub gender that’s very instinctually driven (most of the time) to have children, they likely take much longer coming out of the pain/numbness that loss of a child brings.

* Omegas grieve loudly or in silence, wrapped up in the empty comfort of their nests if they have one, whether they have a partner or not, they zone out into their own grief for a good long while before they grieve together with their partner or their pack or family.

* They become glued to their partner/packmate/family members side while they’re healing, touch often serving as the most grounding thing for them. (Touch averted or sensitive omegas probably just enjoy general closeness and calming scents as their form of comfort if they’re not feeling very touchy)

* Healing from these things can take a long time and being fully healed from such a loss can never come for some, but having their close people around as much as possible gets them to or as close to healing as possible.

* For some omegas, healing might come in the form of trying for another as soon as they healthily can.

* An omega with an alpha partner will probably spend a lot of time being crooned at or rumbled at, their alpha mate doing what they can verbally but also naturally. Those sounds are not only naturally healing but also stress relieving (healing in itself). Their alpha will probably also become incredibly protective during this period, not keeping them shut in per say, but guarding them and coddling them as much as possible, they might become more growly and less tolerant of others until their omega shows signs of feeling better. The alpha will also get comfort from their omega, purring when their alpha seems down despite being down themselves. The general closeness and ability to care for their omega helps them as well through their own emotions, comfort coming in from showing care and love.

* Omegas with beta partners will likely receive very tactical and thought out care, being able to use their knack for emotional regulation as an advantage. They emit a much more relaxed protectiveness, delicate with their omega partner. They guard them less than an alpha does and more so guides them through discomforts. Betas get their comfort through similar means as alphas do, making sure their omega is comfortable and that they’re doing everything they can for that to happen. Since betas can’t make all sounds alphas or omegas can, they rely more on touch and spoken words, reciprocating sounds where they can, but more often saying sweet nothings and gently comforting their partners.

* Omegas with omega partners mourn together, omega partners knowing most what type of dread fills them up at even just the idea of losing a child. They spend a lot of time grooming their omega partner and spreading calming omega pheromones. A lot of gentle skin ship and over nesting happens, creating a super cozy space for them. Omegas can get really protective like alphas can, omegas with omega partners who’ve experienced loss can even tend to be a bit scarier. Their nest becomes their safest most sacred space while the other is healing and they won’t let anything taint the safety. They purr often, sweet chirps also joining the mix when they want the other to listen to them, coaxing them out of their dark headspace through the gentlest and most familiar of means.

Infertility:

* Omegas who find out they’re infertile or really close to infertility (struggle super hard with having children) can struggle in very different ways to omegas who have lost children.

* They struggle with deep frustration, their instincts never, or near never, able to be satisfied. Wanting so badly to have their own pups can lead to depression or bursts of frustration induced rage.

* They’ll probably be a little destructive at first, mind fighting with body more than anything. They’ll likely wall themselves up before dropping guard and needing comfort.

* Omegas who deal with infertility can sometimes deal heavily with urges to take other pups, nest robbery of sorts and they can struggle to regulate their hormones and emotions when faced with puppies especially when they first find out.

* Partners of omegas who are infertile would probably all act the same in one way or another. Alphas and betas and omega partners with infertile partners most commonly tend to be supportive, but as with any life changing issue some can react poorly too.

* Omegas deal with large self esteem issues due to infertility. Feeling like failures that one of the things their bodies should be good at, that their bodies are basically coded for, they can’t do. Omegas often have to go through a lot of therapy to feel better and if not, they spend a lot of time clinging to people in their life who provide support to them, no matter what, they often need help boosting themselves back up from that feeling of failure.

I’m sorry I don’t have more ideas for infertility but!!!! these are my little ideas for your ask! I’m sorry it’s so long and if there’s any funny mess ups I’m writing this at work oops. These are probably a little jumbled but I tried my best hehe.

-Puppy Mod

#omegaverse #omega mod #puppy mod #alpha/beta/omega #a/b/o universe #omega headcanons #alpha headcanons #beta headcanons

[iamadequate1]

OFMD S2, My Beloved

We need to stop tiptoeing around it! Stop with the "I liked it, but..." with every statement about S2. You can say the same thing about everything. It doesn't make you cool or better at enjoying media! You love people, animals, places, tasty food, twinkly holiday decorations, whatever!, but you don't preface all your statements "I like (thing), but (flaw)..." It's an exhausting human experience. It doesn't make you more intellectual to be cynical, and harassing those involved in show production to give some OOC "Emotions Are Not For Sharing" type soundbite to justify your terrible takes doesn't make you a quality warrior. There are things I didn't like in OFMD S2, but on the whole, what an experience! 2023 has been just a soul crushing experience, but here we have a sincere and joyful bright spot.

S2, just the payoffs, guys (gn)!! (I know I put S2 in the title, but this just turned into Ed/Stede, and I apologize for nothing.)

Remember this in 1x4??

Ed: Well, Blackbeard? What do you think? Do you concur? Stede: Me? Ed: I mean, you wanted to be Blackbeard. This is what it's like. (...) Uh oh, time's almost up. What're you gonna do? Stede: What? Ed: They're on us now. Time for a new idea, Stede. Stede: W-w-we talk. Ed: The crew's gonna die. Stede: I don't - have an idea. Ed: Hurry, you're going to lose all your men. It's all gonna be your fault. All of the men who trusted you. Stede: I don't know! Ed: All their blood's gonna be on your hands. It's going to be your fault! Stede: I don't know! Lucius: Time's up! Stede: I don't know what to do! Ed: Death it is.

It serves to show why Ed would want to give up Blackbeard, but also, payoff for S2 Stede! Half his crew is set to be executed, and he flawlessly whips out and carries out a rescue plan to save them, all while mourning the love of his life.

And Ed! Also in 1x4, we get the Treading Water speech.

We don't get the full effect of the life Ed wants to leave until 2x1-3. That life in 2x1-2 is the pirate life, only with fewer breaks. It harshly contrasts against Stede's life, and it was only theoretical in S1. We can see why Stede's Original Pirate Captain Style was so fascinating to Ed, and we can see why he fell so hard. In 2x3, we get the literal visual representation of a bright little goldfish Stede in Ed's dark life where he was waiting to drown.

It's soooo cute!

Ed knew first what was going on. In S1, Stede just did not know why he was so upset about Ed leaving on the "next adventure" or why he spent all night spying on Ed and Jack!

But in S2, he knows exactly why he's so upset for Ed dumping him to be a fisherman....

Oh wait, that's not a fun thing to revisit... backpedal.... end of S1, Stede finally realizes he's in love thanks to Mary the GOAT.

End of S2, he's confident in this love and knowing he's loved in return!

March 24, 2022 to October 5, 2023.... 560 days of speculation, and S2 gave us the softest reunion between these two!

And the callbacks! Ed always comes back to Stede.

In 1x7, Lucius dropped the revelation on Ed that his crush on that bizarre little man might be reciprocated, opening up all kinds of hope!

The payoff in S2, he gets the gentlest love confession from Stede.

Just the S1 gazes become sweeter when you know you get to follow the journey with them being comfortable with their affection to one another!

(The comparison between this gaze and a kiss is the whole reason I made this post...)

End of S1, Stede imagined just the domesticity of asking Ed about his day...

And he got to hear about Ed's day in S2 (featuring that homewrecking fish*), even getting a kiss out of it!

(* warning: post written between 2x7 and 2x8, and I was a bit too harsh on Ed in the end)

In 1x6, Ed had some manifesting skills with his "Stab me!" homoeroticism.

S2 Stede picked up some of his manifesting skills with his "Ed, oh, Ed!" dreams, and in 2x6....

Just after in 2x7, we get cute making-breakfast-for-your-SO like Mary and Doug in S1.

S1 showed how much they could hurt each other. Ed was so happy after Stede agreed (reluctantly) to run away with him to China.

And, well...

Ed hurt Stede, too... dumping him for Jack in front of everyone!

But end of S2, they're together! They're going to be working together on their relationship! They're in love!

Beautiful journey, and it isn't over yet! (S3 renewal announcement soon, HBO, please!)

And, I'm a simple creature. S2 also gave us the Cursed Red Suit and MerStede.

Bless you, OFMD S2. Both of these things made my life much brighter.

And how cute Ed and Stede were smiling at each other in the MerStede scene?

Just heartmeltingly cute. OFMD S2, I love everything about you.

🥰

This was Ed/Stede heavy, so I put up two bonus GIF posts just before this!

Roach:

LuPete:

Someone also posted a great Ed/Stede marriage visuals between S1 and S2 yesterday, too!

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd gifs #the greatest show #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #🥰 #ofmd s3 confirmation now plz #ofmd s2 is beautiful #i might have a stede bias #this show is my happy place #there is a 30 gif limit on tumblr posts #i cannot express my love for this show in 30 gifs #tumblr hates me specifically #i like it when a show takes me on a journey and i'm not mad at the destination #need s3 for more of this journey! please hbo #i spent christmas eve making gifs so i won the holiday #me and the free low quality gif maker on my phone are unstoppable #some of these gifs may exist but i made all the gifs on this post because it would look weird to put high quality gifs next to my gifs #the parallels!

[danddymaro]

Icy | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

mm...zombie mommy

I know the events take place back to back, but lets pretend we have some free time after the beach.

Angsty?

Word count: 2017

Icy

You wake up with somewhat of a start, a little gasp escaping you out of pure instinct as you come to. 

It's not a sound that wakes you, or even a movement, but rather, a strange feeling that has you uneasy. 

In a daze, you rub one of your eyes as the other skims over everyone else, making sure they're there ; 

And they are...mostly. 

Every one of them is asleep aside from the one you've realized has been staring at you for far too long. In fact, he seems to hold your gaze for an entire minute without so much as a say, concerning you.

"Bucciarati?” the single address left you, and as it did, it was an immediate snap back to reality for the man. The distant look in his lovely eyes vanishes in that moment before they lightly squint at you as he offers you the gentlest smile, a pleasing expression that’s a mirror to his most inner tenderness.

At the sound of your voice, the intense and stern gaze of his royal blue's deters. Soon,  in place was a more softened look that had you even more worried. 

Perhaps you were reading too much into it, but It was almost like he was sad. 

Though, it wasn’t something you would be too surprised with, because even if none of you had talked about it since...the haunting image of Abbacchio tormented your every other thought. 

After all, it'd only been hours since then.

The definite order in Bruno's voice when he ordered you to leave him behind was present in each recollection too, reminding you that you would mourn him. 

You'd do so after you completed your objective ;  after you made sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain. 

- Because that's what Leone would have wanted himself.

You were certain of it.

' Do you think about it too?' you wondered, not knowing the many thoughts that existed within the man before you. Of course he’d seen so much throughout his young life, and has had his fair share of filthy jobs... but it was different when it was someone you loved. 

- Someone you considered family.

'Is that what's on your mind?' you continued to silently question, knowing he was stronger than you were, aware that while you could barely hold back tears, he'd been the glue to hold you all together. 

Narancia continued to openly cry as Mista looked far in the distance, his typical jovial demeanor turned sour as he fisted his hands and remained silent throughout.

You could hardly see through the tears. 

In fact, you didn't even want to scoot an inch farther than where you were as you held onto Leone's cold hand, cradling it as you tried to share some warmth.

"w-we can't...." you tried to protest, your voice completely drowned out by Narancia's sobs and plea’s to not abandon the man.

“Please...”  you could hardly form a word without a hitch.

'I wouldn't blame you,' you went on, still admiring him even while wondering if his collected behavior was all a mask as the leader of your group. Regardless, he’s done everything he’s had to to keep you together.

"Are you alright?" you finally asked him, your voice still soft, not wanting to wake anyone else up as you'd finally found a place to rest. 

"- Of course," he answered you in a tone that slightly teased you for asking such a question. Meanwhile, his eyes slowly drift away from you, soon traveling overhead to where he could see outside your hidden safe zone.

A small smile still graced him, a lingering of something lamentable still there and making you feel uneasy, even if his voice was nothing but warm comfort directed at you. 

"- Don't worry about me," he assured you after. 

 "You should continue to rest," he then said, surprising you because you hadn't even seen him take an extended blink. 

"Aren't you tired?" you asked him, moving closer, and as you did your hand moved, coming near his laying hand that escaped the touch just as it nearly came in contact. 

There was a soft pang of hurt within your heart, but you brushed past it, simply looking at him with that persistent worry you couldn’t overcome.

silently, his fleeting hand found refuge over one of his knees as he mused over the question, not knowing how to tell you that he didn't feel much of anything. 

- Not since his confrontation with the boss.  

he simply nodded his head in denial, choosing to keep gazing up at the clear ceiling with a sudden stern look, the same stern look that had you worried and begging to ask more questions you were sure he'd dismiss. 

He had always been frustrating in that way. 

He’d always been so easy to talk to while simultaneously sharing none of his own woes.

"You should take the opportunity," he lowly murmured, the advice one you didn't consider much before you responded.

"But...I want..." you nearly fell into silence in the attempt to word your desires, but somehow you managed to gather your courage together, catching the fleeting feeling with everything you could muster. 

'It took a moment...' you reminded yourself. 'Just an instance and he was gone,' a nagging voice persisted, reminding you how suddenly your friend had passed without being able to say goodbye. 

'- But you're right here,' you thought while looking toward Bruno, your heart fluttering at his very sight, just as it always did.

 'The only thing I should be afraid of is losing anyone else... is not being able to say what I feel.' you added with just a touch of hope, a gentle smile gracing you as the thought visits you.

"Bruno...I want to stay awake with you," you voiced, simple and to the point, something that hits him with surprise, much more when he realizes your gaze doesn’t flee. 

In fact, You’d never seemed so certain of anything before in your life. 

 His response was a thick swallow that occurred as his hand tightened over his knee. 

You could see his lips purse, the light tension there soon dissipating as he emitted a soft breath that released more of that strange, new sorrow he carried around with him. 

The truth was that Bruno hasn't felt much of anything since he came back, at best faint echoes of what was once there, but he was certain it would soon fade away too. 

Frequently, he wondered if that gentle flicker in his chest when he looked at you was only a phantom feeling, an echo of what was once there, or if it was truly the love he felt for you existing against all else. 

 That feeling... was it just a memory? was it something like his heart beating? 

He had too many questions, but from what he could gather ; not enough time.

'It's stopped...' he reminds himself, the space in his chest soundless, motionless. 

And yet... you inspired something in him, especially as your eyes look at him with that loving light he’s only just realized has longing.

Leone Crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorway, his eyes closed in deep thought. 

“Chances are...we won’t all make it back,” he told Bruno as they were earshot away from everyone else.

You were the only one in the room with them, unconscious as you laid on the large mattress, placed there by the dark haired man after Giorno had been fortunate enough to put you back together after an unexpected attack.

“We’ve already had too many close calls,” Leone says with little optimism, though he hadn’t had any other grievances if it meant he’d be able to accomplish something. 

Meanwhile Bruno’s hand cradled one of yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles before he gently let it settle down. 

“That was the risk you  all took when you joined me.” Bucciarati replied, responding back just a bit to icily as he looked down at you, his gaze set on the remnants of blood that still soaked your lips.

“Of course,” Abbacchio said while pushing himself off before staring at Bruno. “which brings me to my point now,” he said while his eyes settled over you. 

“ This is for you,” he said with an apology gaze sent to you as he handed Bruno the envelope he’d crammed in his pocket.

“She’d told me to hand it to you in case anything happened to her... but I don’t see the use in giving it to you after,” he scoffed. 

“I'm pretty sure I know what she meant by ‘Anything,’ but if we’re being technical ….this is constitutes as ‘anything,’ “ he said rather smugly as he handed the letter to Bruno. 

As Bruno sat beside you on the vacant spot of the mattress, he looked up at Leone with surprise.

“...what is this?”  Bucciarati asked softly, and as a response Abbacchio shook his head, chuckling. 

“You defiantly need to read it,” he said while giving him a short wave, deciding to leave you two alone.

Leone just knew the contents by having only looked at the way you’d held it to your chest before you planted a soft kiss on it and handed it to him.

Bruno had been so blind, so oblivious that it had had him stunned as he read the contents that had been written down by your very hand.

Yet, what was something that should bring him an immense joy only saddens him furthermore because he knew that it was only a matter of time before the husk he inhabits suddenly shuts down.

'Thank you,' he doesn't say it, but he leans in, his arms pulling you close to him, bringing your body so close to him, you immediately fit together without a struggle. 

It’s  surprise to you, and your voice catches in your throat. Soon, your chin is right at the bridge of the muscle between his neck and shoulder, resting as you let out a small gasp of surprise. 

You try to dive into the feeling of him embracing you, yet find it difficult. 

He's cold to the touch, even as he's holding you so close, so tightly you should feel some transfer of heat in between. 

Your arms that have crossed behind his back and have been pulling him impossibly close shake, as does the rest of your body. 

It's immediate, the way your eyes flood with tears is dreadful, but not much more than the ease they begin to fall at.

For that moment you don't question why he's so cold, instead, you wonder why you're crying, why such a moment feels nearly dreadful, like something grim looms over you both and threatens to pry you apart. 

‘Why....?’ its a single question that could take many roads.

The way he pulls you close nearly hurts you, but rather than voice discomfort, you say his name in a way that’s eerily soothing.  

Gently, you whisper it by his ear, at a loss for any other words.

"You... feel cold..." it's all you say, managing through the short breaths without a sob, and he says nothing in return. 

Instead, he softly shushes you, his hand pressed to the back of your head, cradling you like a terrified child, which is just what you feel like.

A gentle kiss falls on the crown of your head, lasting as he closes his eyes. 

He doesn’t dare to try for anything more, finding it insulting to graze your warm lips with his numbed, cold ones. He’s concerned over the scent he emits, about all of the wonderful things you’d written down that now couldn’t possibly be true. 

He was even sure that his eyes have lost much of their luster, and he’s just sorry that the last of what you will remember of him will be the grotesque form that now weaves through your lovely strands of hair. 

It’s a shame, though with a little smile gracing him he lays his chin over your head, 

“Don’t worry about me...” he says again, 

“you’ve already brought me joy...” 

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