#I kept the façade because I didn’t know what else to do

[hoshinoyozora]

Poor, Unfortunate Soul(s)

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Self-aware! Twisted Wonderland x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,3k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

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Just a lil scenario about MC who ‘dismisses’ their existences aka me lmao.

“They’re just a bunch of game characters, anyway. Why should I care so much about them?”

You laughed, unaware of the hearts that you broke within the screen. The thin yet sturdy piece of glass that separated you from the people who thought of you as their world. Their everything. Your friend chuckled, adding salt to the injury. Had she didn’t ask you why you hadn’t logged into the game for days, weeks even, maybe they wouldn’t be so humiliated and disappointed.

But did that mean they wouldn’t know your true opinion on them otherwise?

Maybe ignorance was bliss, because, then, they would’ve kept holding onto the hope for you to come back. To still want them the same way they wanted you. In this world of codes and numbers, you were the one real thing in their lives. You were human. Warm, fleshy, and expressive. And yet, you dismissed their existences so easily just because you both lived in two different worlds.

Did they really mean nothing for you? Were all of your reactions towards them merely a façade? Or a memory so insignificant you forgot about it in the next day?

“Maybe I should just delete the app. It feels like a chore to open it nowadays.”

The sky darkened, the ground trembled, and the thunder rumbled as the result of a certain dragon fae. Was this your true self? Then again, NRC was a school of villains. They shouldn’t be surprised if you, the Player, turned out to be the biggest villain of all. Not even Malleus Draconia could hold a candle to you. Your words alone had the ability to mold and break their spirits. Your touch alone could move them somewhere else and show them how beautiful Twisted Wonderland was with you by their side. And your presence alone gave them a reason to live.

If you were to disappear, wouldn’t that be comparable to death? A slow, painful death where everyone lost themselves in depression and rage, and ultimately, destroyed themselves. In a moment of morbid curiosity, they wondered if that was what you wanted all along. You toyed with their hearts, and when you got bored, you moved onto their lives.

“We… we can’t just let her leave!” A boyish voice, thick with desperation and an even desperate attempt to recompose, shattered the mournful silence. Everyone recognized him as Ace Trappola, one of Yuu’s enviable first friends and troublemakers from Heartslabyul. “We need to stop her! Come on, guys. Are we really going to stop now, after everything we’ve done to reach her?”

“But how?” Leona asked, sounding even more listless somehow. Despite his pride and consent, you’d taken a peek into his past and remained amicable with him. It didn’t matter that it was for the sake of the plot, your vessel, Yuu, still approached him and asked for his help during Octavinelle’s story. Didn’t that mean something for you? For him? “Just because we’ve managed to hack into her phone doesn’t mean we can drag her here. There’s only so much we can do to make her stay.”

Ace flinched, unprepared for the reality to slap him twice.

“I-I don’t know.” He turned to face the Diasomnia gang who, with the exception of the sniffling Sebek, looked as somber as a funeral guest. “Malleus-senpai, Lilia-senpai, you guys gotta know something about bringing someone from another world, right? You guys are the strongest of the strongest. I don’t care if it’s forbidden. There… there has to be a way!”

For a moment, they were silent as though reluctant to admit their lack of knowledge. Ace wilted, his buckling knees threatening to collapse once the severity of the situation settled in.

That is, until Lilia opened his mouth.

“… There is, actually.” he murmured. “But for every soul that moves here, another has to replace them.”

Some of the characters lit up, but the others remained skeptical.

“And I assume it’s for the sake of balance?” Vil mused, crossing his arms.

Lilia’s glance confirmed his suspicion.

“T-then, what are we waiting for?” In a burst of hope, Azul momentarily stopped sobbing. “Let’s sacrifice that person.”

“But who’s gonna be that person?” Jamil retorted.

Everyone fell quiet again, unwilling to be the lamb in the altar of your capricious existence.

“The NPCs ‘live’ when the story is moving.” Idia mumbled through the floating device. His shyness and reluctance for a face-to-face interaction was customary, but nobody could truly see the underworld his sanity was falling at a rapid pace. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he still wanted to see you living among them. Literally. “That means she has to play again if we want to sacrifice one of them.”

“I, for one, would be more than willing to help ‘convincing’ her, if that’s what it takes.” Jade simpered with his eyes closed and a hand over his chest.

“Oui! It’d be a splendid day to see her sublime face gracing us again. The sun would shine warmly, the flowers would grow tastefully, and the birds would chirp merrily!” Rook enthused, jabbing at Malleus’s inadvertent use of magic.

Riddle wiped his teary eyes with the sleeve of his uniform and straightened up.

“Seeing that our Player has slackened in her responsibility to watch over us, it is our duty to set her right.” he declared. “Heartslabyul students, I order you to find this person and bring him here!”

“I-I agree…!” Sebek piped up, still loud as always despite his trembling voice and runny nose. “I shall seize him and send him to that world at once!”

Ever the dutiful one, Silver gripped his baton and nodded. As long as it wasn’t murder without a cause, he’d gladly perform any task like a true knight would.

“Well, if Riddle ordered us like this, who are we to disobey him?” Cater laughed, trying to hide the shakiness of his voice.

Trey pushed his glasses, foggy from the upcoming tears.

“Indeed. But I won’t lie, this is something that I’m looking forward to carry out.”

“For once, you did something right, Ace!” Deuce beamed proudly.

“Oi!”

Jamil glanced at Kalim, who reluctantly nodded. He hated to see people throwing away their lives carelessly, after all the assassination attempts that he suffered through the story. But if it was for the sake of seeing you with them, who was he to stop them?

Floyd grinned happily, but the anger of being abandoned by you darkened his eyes.

“Once she gets here, I’ll be sure to give her a nice, long squeeze as a welcome~”

“Well, Leona-san?” Ruggie asked, crossing his hands behind his head. “Are we gonna boost their morale or something?”

Leona sighed, lacking the irritated exhaustion he usually had. Even he wasn’t immune to the hope that Lilia brought to them, no matter how annoying it was to trust him.

“You better not be disappointing us, Lilia.” he growled. “And you, too, Radish Sprout.”

“I don’t like this.” Jack murmured. “But if this is what it takes to make the Player fulfill her role again, then I’ll do my best to live up to the expectations!”

“I… I will join as well!” Epel stated, clenching his fists resolutely.

“Look, Brother!” Ortho chirped. “You managed to bring them all together. That’s so cool!”

Idia muttered something, but the younger boy was too engrossed in their touching cooperation to notice.

Sunlight finally dispersed the dark clouds, mirroring their spirit. Malleus took a step forward with his chin raised in determination.

“Then, I shall assist Lilia with the magic.”

You said you didn’t care about them?

Well, they would make you care.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst imagines #self aware twst #self aware au #yandere twst #female reader #yandere heartslabyul #yandere savanaclaw #yandere octavinelle #yandere scarabia #yandere pomefiore #yandere ignihyde #yandere diasomnia

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 4: Hidden Injury

TW: Blood

@whumpcember

Whumpee winced as they limped down the hall. They did their best to straighten up their walk. No one needed to see them walking like this. They’d successfully hid all of the injuries when they finally returned back to the base. No one on the team noticed. But of course, they were still worried sick about them. Caretaker more than anyone else. That’s when they were interrogated about their disappearance. They quickly reassured everyone they just needed some alone time and that they didn’t mean to frighten them. They all seemed to buy it. All, except Caretaker. 

It seemed as if nothing could get past her. That’s when she started to ask about it when they were alone. Checking on Whumpee, asking if they were feeling okay, if they were hurt. Obviously, Whumpee denied every single time. She soon stopped asking. Not even bothering to silently ask with just a glance. She didn’t say a word about it. As a result, she got more quiet around Whumpee. There were even two times they weren’t aware she was still in the room. Now they’ve been that much more cautious. 

All of this just made Whumpee more and more tense. They couldn’t keep up with all their façades. Not only did they have hide their limp, they also had to hide their bruises, scars and every bit of pain they felt from just breathing. They weren’t sure how long they’d be able to keep it up. To keep it from being obvious, they just kept their distance from the rest of the team. Hiding in their room and avoiding coming out until everyone was away. 

Right now they weren’t sure where exactly everyone was. It was completely silent so they assumed that everyone had gone out to take care of errands or priorities. 

Whumpee shuffled around in search of a snack. They wheezed in pain as they reached up on the higher shelves. Usually, reaching wouldn’t be that much of a problem. Especially with Whumpee’s height. But with all the throbbing, aches and stinging, it felt more like a task. They had to pause for a moment in the middle of reaching. The world suddenly began to spin and they felt as if they were falling backwards. Whumpee grabbed their head, leaning over the table in hopes of making the sensations stop. They couldn’t take all of this. Everything was hurting. When their vision finally stilled and focused properly, Caretaker was standing nearby with a look of pure shock and horror. 

“You lied…” 

Whumpee quickly forced themself to stand upright. They cleared their throat, holding back a wince. “Caretaker… I-I didn’t see you there! I thought you had gone out with the others.” 

“I can’t believe you… Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Look, Caretaker, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine. Nothing is wrong.” 

“Nothing is wrong?!” She repeated. “I’ve stood here and watched you grunt in pain eight times. Don’t lie to me and say nothing is wrong!” 

“Well there isn’t anything wrong. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Don’t worry about it? Whumpee, you think you’re invincible? You think I think you’re invincible? I know you’re in pain. I know something is wrong. But I let you keep lying to me, thinking you were only doing it because the others were around and you’d say something when you’re ready. Clearly, you don’t understand the severity of injuries and what they can do to you. Why won’t you just let someone take care of you? No one is going to look down on you for it. Stop thinking that they will!” 

Whumpee went silent, attempting to keep themself steady. They inhaled somewhat sharply, flinching. “Caretaker-” 

“I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you. I’m going to look at you and you’re not going to fight me off. Now let’s get you to a couch.” She wrapped an arm around them, helping them to a seat. Whumpee tightly shut their eyes as she reached for their jacket. 

“Caretaker-” 

“Hush.” She unzipped it before lifting up the black shirt underneath. A thinner, white shirt was underneath that. Well, it wasn’t white anymore. Bloodstains were everywhere on the shirt. The deep red made her nervous to know what the wounds the blood was coming from looked like. She glanced under the shirt and tears joined the horror in her eyes. “What in your right mind made you think lying to me about this was a good idea?"

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump writing #injured whumpee #angry caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #angst #hidden injury #whump scenario #whump prompt #creative writing #caretaking #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writer things #suspense

[sirianasims]

I tried to stay positive, telling myself that it would get better. But as the months passed, things didn’t improve.

Samuel was understandably drained when he came back from the hospital after yet another 16 hour shift. Sometimes he didn’t even reheat the leftovers I’d saved for him, but just ate his dinner cold in the kitchen at 2 AM.

On nights like that he would just pass out on the couch instead of coming upstairs.

On the days he managed to make it to bed, it probably wasn’t much better. The girls would often get up during the night and it was easier to just let them sleep in our bed instead of wasting time making them go back to their own.

Not only were we exhausted, but we also kept running into another one of what Samuel simply referred to as my issues.

“Do you really have to, Samuel?”

“It’s just a glass of wine, Freya.”

“You say that, but why do you have to drink it?”

“Because I enjoy it. And this one pairs well with steak.”

“There are other enjoyable beverages in the world, why does it have to be alcohol?”

“It’s not like I drink it to get drunk, Freya! A single glass of wine every other week will hardly put me at any risk for alcoholism!”

“I just don’t see why it’s necessary…”

“It’s not, Freya, that’s the point. If it was necessary, I would have a problem. Can’t I have just one thing that I enjoy for no reason around here?”

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cling to him, keep him in my arms forever and set everything right, but instead I found myself pushing him further and further away.

Samuel was the logical one, the rational one, the one asking if we could please not do this in front of the girls.

I knew that I was pushing his buttons to get a reaction, to see his cool and collected façade finally crack, but it never did. Even when I felt myself dissolving into desperation and tears, he kept it up.

He would look at me like I was a patient and he was my physician, calmly explaining to me that I was hysterical and things would be fine if only I would trust him to help.

Always so professional when he put on the doctor face. I hated it.

He didn’t understand the problem. Having a bit of wine often made him flirty, and I just… couldn’t. I missed him terribly, needed his touch, but when he came to bed with the combination of toothpaste and alcohol on his breath, I wanted to throw up. Sex was definitely not happening.

The rejection always frustrated him, of course. I had tried to explain that I just didn’t like the smell of alcohol on his breath, that it made me not want to kiss him, but he accused me of overreacting as usual.

He seemed to suspect that I was withholding intimacy as some form of punishment and started preemptively sleeping on the couch after having a drink. As if he wasn’t allowed in our bed just because I wouldn’t kiss him.

Who is withholding intimacy now, Samuel?

Some days the thoughts would assault me the minute I heard the car leave the driveway in the mornings. He was going to leave me, I just knew it. Any day now. He said he loved me, but did he really? He felt so distant, closed off. I could never quite reach him.

Had he actually stopped loving me during those seven years after I first rejected him? Or had he maybe fallen out of love with me after we got married? As the days became filled with work and diapers, the nights too filled with crying babies to risk making any more?

Maybe he was just going along with it. Out of pity? Or for the kids?

I thought back to the women he had dated before me. Did he ever lie awake at night and wish he’d picked one of them instead? Maybe someone less neurotic. Less emotional.

Once more I found myself wondering if he would have chosen me, given a second choice. We said ‘I do’, we made a promise to each other – forever and always.

But if he could start over, knowing what would happen to us, would he still be my husband?

Or would he be happily married to someone else right now?

Someone who had their shit together.

Someone who wasn’t me.

It felt like I knew the answer.

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen4 #freya duchelli #samuel ward #hailey duchelli #ivy duchelli

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks @aziz-reads for the tag!

Rules: find the words given in your WIPs, then tag people with more words!

My words: frame, vain, stake, fix

Your words: refuse, beam, own, product

Softly tagging with no pressure @mk-writes-stuff @sleepywriter00 @nailamoonsi @somethingclevermahogony @eccaiia @bread-roses-and-chrome @gottestod-writes + anyone else

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Keep reading for:

Rose's home life (CW: neglectful parent)

Akash is happy Gwen pissed Carmen off

Robbie and Lexi meet

Debate about screen brightness

Frame - The Secret Portal Part One (Rose POV)

I let out a high-pitched grunt of annoyance before stomping off to my room. A part of me knew she was right. I should’ve brought my keys as a backup plan. She wasn't reliable anyway. As I opened the door to my room, I glanced back at my mother as she sat back on the couch, watching the telenovela that was playing. I turned away, slamming the door to my room behind me, hoping my mother would tell me I wasn't allowed to do that. But there was no correction. I tossed my backpack to the side harshly. It slammed into the wall and knocked a picture frame down to the floor. I bent down and picked quickly hung it back up so I wouldn’t have to look at my three-month-old self in my mom’s smiling arms as my smiling dad had his arm wrapped around her. My room was the only splash of color in this house—the only part of my house that deserved to be called home. My art supplies got their own shelf and were organized the way I want. My projects I kept in my sketchbook, which I never showed my mom. She didn’t like the way I decorated my room or any of my designs. She loved to tell me I needed to apply myself to school as much as my art. But even if I did apply myself more in school, she wouldn’t notice. I collapsed onto my bed and screamed into the pillow, then lay there for a couple of minutes, taking in the scent.

Vain Cocky (closest synonym) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

I’d overheard Dr. Moon say something about “powers,” so maybe that’s what he meant. It sounded strange, but Akash was floating. Dr. Moon said that I could be showing “several” abilities, so that was weird, too. Did I have a power? Context alone indicated that. They didn’t see me…. My mind spun, so I looked back at Akash as I followed him down the next hall. At first, I thought he was being cocky and showing off his strange, supernatural ability, but that demeanor seemed only a façade—nothing more. Maybe flying was simply that fun. Or maybe I was distracted because he was cute, but I didn’t think I was that shallow. “So, Gwen,” Akash said, turning around to fly backward. “Where’re you from?” “Clear Lake City,” I said. “Texas.” Akash smiled. “Southlake. Up near Dallas. How cool is it we’re both from Texas?” I stared at him. “You’re not from here?” I didn’t exactly know where here was, but all the same, I could figure I wasn’t in Texas anymore. Akash stopped mid-flight, causing me to abruptly halt. “No. Dr. Moon and Dr. Asghar only take Alii from our side. Ceteri. That’s what they call it.” He raised his eyebrow. “Didn’t they tell you?” “No. They kidnapped us and locked us in this purple-glowing-thing. The dampener? Is that what you said?” Akash nodded. “What did they do?” Akash rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s how they got me and my buddy, Robbie. They’re actually okay once you get to know them. Questionable methods, but their hearts, I know how it sounds, are in the right place. Hey, what powers do you have?” “Powers?” I repeated. My thought was right. “Yeah,” said Akash. “You’re Alii, aren’t you?” “I have no idea what you’re saying,” I admitted. “What does Alii mean? One of the doctors mentioned that. Is it Latin?” Akash scrunched his eyebrows. “You don’t know? Dr. Asghar never releases anyone unless they’ve been briefed.” “Oh, I, uh, sorta escaped,” I stuttered. Akash stared at me. “You got away from them?” I nodded, and to my surprise, Akash laughed, clapping his hands together. “I knew someone would do it one day! Dr. Asghar must be pissed!”

(Mi)Stake - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I grunted as a sudden force ran into me, knocking me to the ground. I yelped and scrambled out from underneath the person and clambered to my feet, trembling from the unexpected touch. “Am I that repulsive to you?” a teasing voice said. I turned to look at the person who ran into me: a teenage boy a year or so older than me. It took me a second to collect myself. “No,” I said as he stood. “It just… freaked me out.” The boy was about average height for his age and had a slim, but fit, frame. He had thick dark hair framing his face and big, dark eyes framed by wire-thin glasses. His hair was cut relatively short, but his bangs were somewhat long—parted on the right. He laughed. “Freaked me out, too.” He crossed his arms. “So… are you one of Gwen’s friends?” “You know Gwen?” I asked, standing in surprise. “What is she doing here?” “Sorta, I met her an hour… and maybe a half ago, I dunno what time it is—-passed out due to,” he gestured to the charred walls, “the explosion.” “Wait, are you Robert Stafford?” “No, actually, I’m Stobert Rafford—common mistake.” I blinked. The boy kept eye contact with a straight face. His mouth twitched. The delay stopped as I cachinnated—that was a fun word. The boy joined in. “Sorry, that was stupid.” “No, no, it wasn't,” I said as I tried to compose myself. “Yeah, it was, I’m laughing at my own joke.” “Okay, fine, it was stupid, but that’s why it was funny.” He smiled, dark eyes shining. “Finally, someone gets it!”

Fix - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

SORARA’s voice announced the Recruits entering the door, and I instinctively fixed my cap to make sure it was on correctly. “—way too bright,” Lexi was saying as she turned the corner into the living room. “You’ll melt your retinas.” “I need to be blinded by the screen,” Gwen was saying. “If I’m not, it’s too dark.” “I’m starting to see why you needed glasses.” Gwen laughed, and her eyes landed on mine, now slightly obscured by new rectangular black glasses. I instinctively raised my hand to rub it through my hair but it ended up hitting the hat instead, pushing it slightly back. I tried to fix it again. Of course, Gwen’s new fashion statement looks cute while I look like the biggest dork on the planet. She smiled at me. I raised my hand in greeting. “Robbie!” Lexi said, snapping me back. “Let me see your phone!” “Huh? Okay.” Robbie shifted to reach into his pocket to pull out his phone. He handed it to her but she shook her head. “Just turn it on and show me the screen.” Robbie did as told, causing Lexi to laugh triumphantly. “Ha! That’s not that bright, and he wears glasses.” Gwen shrugged.

#the secret portal #tsp #teaspoon #find the word #writing tag game #tsp excerpt #wip excerpt #my writing #rose hernandez #akash singh #gwen amante #robbie stafford #lexi morgan #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

[fluffshisuga]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a Tyler Galpin x reader where the reader knows that he's a huge and completely fine, and like one day the reader is with someone and they touch them on the shoulder or start an argument with themas the hyde sees them as a threat???

Hello! I made while taking a break from the other Tyler fic, which is giving me a bit of a hard time, but its getting there. Anyway, thank you for the request! I hope you like it, its not my best work but my brain stopped working for some reason and I’m out of cookies. Also, I have two Xavier fics in the works, not sure when those will be out. Love you guys.

Warnings: Tyler lowkey beats up a man, mentions of death because this is Tyler, nothing else really. Gonna call this one “Protective” probably. I didn’t come up with a name until just now-

The lights outside grew dim as the sun set, its golden glow soon replaced by streetlamps and the odd car driving past. You looked down at your drink, made to your liking by memory. Tyler had managed to always have a cup of your favourite drink ready for whenever you showed up, always warm to combat the cold night air. You sighed as you looked over at the clock, 20 minutes until the coffee shop would close, and a few minutes later Tyler would get off work. You looked over at the counter and watched as Tyler cleaned up the area. Normally, people didn’t come in this late for coffee, and most of the chores for the shop were finished. You stirred your drink, taking a sip as you continued to look outside.

A man walks in, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence. Your eyes followed him as he made his way up to the counter, a slightly annoyed Tyler ready to take his order. You tuned out the man as he gave his order, returning your gaze outside. Once again, you were interrupted. The man sat in booth with you, taking his seat on the other side of the table. You cursed yourself and glanced up at him. He gave a friendly smile and asked how your day was. He asked simple questions, what was your name, did you come to the coffee shop so late at night often, where did you go to school. It was all very boring, and you glanced over at the clock, 10 minutes. Tyler was busy cleaning, but he would glance over at you every few minutes to make sure you were ok.

You really didn’t want to make a scene with the man, nor upset him. Knowing Tyler, he never really had control over himself, and any danger placed on you would immediately alert him, so you kept up a polite façade and answered the man’s questions. Until you felt his foot tap your calf. At first you thought it was an accident, sometimes you would accidentally tap someone with your foot as well, it was one of the ways you met Tyler when he sat with you and some of the friends you two shared. But the man kept tapping you, and he eventually tapped your hand with a finger. “Look, uh, sorry. I was actually here waiting for someone, so if you would excuse me,” you stated, getting up and grabbing your drink. You moved to a table closer to the counter, glancing around for Tyler. He was nowhere in sight.

The man followed you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your body became stiff, your instincts kicking in as you spun and slapped him in the face. “Get away from me!” You shouted, moving away from the man. He continued to advance on you, but you were able to distract him for a moment by throwing your drink into his face, burning him. He turned to look for you, coming face to face with Tyler, who grabbed him by the collar. You watched as he threw the man across the room with ease, making his way over to him and beginning to punch him in the face several times. You could only watch, unable to do anything to stop Tyler. Eventually he stopped and dragged the man out of the shop and returning a few minutes later.

When he walked back in, you were trying to clean up the mess you had made, apologizing to him as he knelt beside you to help. “I didn’t think he would get that annoying, now I made a mess of the floor and now we’re going to be late to the movie.” You said, hurrying to grab a mop to clean up the small blood mess left from the beat down. Tyler sighed and helped clean the place up, “Weird way to say thank you, but I love you too?” You chuckled as you slapped his shoulder, “Thank you. But I could have handled it. Anyway,” you paused, looking outside. “What did you do with him?” Tyler shook his head, “don’t worry about it. Not gonna bother you anymore.” With that, the two of you cleaned as quickly as you could, running out of the shop and making your way to his house quickly to get a change of clothes, and heading off to the movies.

The next day, the news had given a report of a dead body found on the outskirts of the woods. They reported that he was mauled by what appeared to be a bear, and that there was no evidence of foul play. You looked over to Tyler, who had kept a straight face as he handed you your drink. You flipped your phone around to show him, eyebrow raised to ask the silent question. “Really, again?”

#wednesday #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #wednesday fanfic

[mayumiiyuu]

mg i was just thinking about this and then saw that you were taking requests for songfics, so butterfly’s repose by Zabawa maybe with Billy, just him being comforted☹️

b. hargrove || butterfly's repose

A/N: ngl this hurt to write :'D

tw: mentions of abuse, angst to comfort

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There was nothing you loved more than rainy nights, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops upon the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep. The sound of the rain and gentle wind was the best lullaby you’ve ever known.

Just as your eyelids slowly start to close while your breathing steadied softly, they snapped wide open as you jolted up from your sleeping position, panic rushing through your veins as you heard your window swing open.

Thinking it was an intruder, you grab the nearest weapons closest to you—which was, unfortunately, just your stuffed toy. You switch on the lamp at your bedside table in a hurry as you hear the intruder struggle to get in.

As light illuminated the room, the initial panic you had felt dissipates as you recognize who snuck into your window at this time of the night.

“Billy.” You breathe out, lowering your stuffed toy back on your bed. You slip out of bed to approach him, his back turned to you.

“Billy, love, what’s wrong—?”

He turned around, revealing his bloodshot eyes that brimmed with tears, a bruise on his cheek. Your eyes soften immediately at the hurt etched onto his face.

“Oh, my love.” Is all you manage to say as you wrap your arms around him, despite his clothes being soaking wet. You didn’t care, he needed you, and you were there.

Slowly, he returned the gesture as he encased your body in his arms. He buried his face into your neck, attempting to quiet the sobs that racked his body. You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Billy was known for his confidence, his cockiness and arrogant personality. People labeled him as many things, a womanizer, a bully, a terrible brother. But underneath that tough, cocky façade sat a boy who just wanted the gentle love of his father, only to be met with harsh words and even harsher beatings.

You didn’t like Billy by any means when you first met, swayed by whatever rumors were flying around about him. Thinking he wanted nothing but to get into your pants you walked away from him each time he had attempted to talk to you.

With everything that he was, you could tell for certain that this boy was persistent. Eventually, you gave in, with the help of your friends who nudged you towards him, grabbing your hand to keep you from fleeing when he walked over towards you. Surprisingly, he had been a gentleman, bringing you flowers on your dates. But you were no fool, of course every playboy acted like gentlemen—at first. You wondered how long that act of his would last until he showed his true colors.

But that day never came.

Billy was nothing but sweet towards you, the well known asshole of the school dating the sweetheart of Hawkins High surprised everybody, including you. While he was brash and rough around the edges, with you, in all your kindness and softheartedness, he felt safe. And as time went on, he started to open up to you about his troubles, particularly to do with his relationship with his father.

That’s when you found out that he was a complicated, messed up boy because he was brought up by an even more complicated, messed up man. You vowed to yourself that day that you would be there for him whenever he needed it.

And you had since kept that promise.

“It’s okay, my love, I’m here, I’ll always be here.” You whisper softly, your heart ached as he continued to cry. You couldn’t bear to see someone you love be filled with so much sorrow, when you knew he deserved so much more.

He sucked in a breath, exhaling loudly before you pressed your forehead to his as he attempted to calm himself down enough to speak to you.

“I’m—“ He swallows. “I’m sorry, it’s just—I just, I didn’t know where else to go and, god, it’s—I just couldn’t stop the pain, it hurts, it hurts so much, (y/n). Y-you know I know im not perfect, I know that some of the things that people say about me are true, but it’s—I, what did I do to deserve this?” He shook his head, gnawing at his bottom lip to prevent anymore sobs from erupting out of his throat.

“You did nothing wrong, love.” You reply, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Then why does this keep happening to me? Why do I keep being blamed for shit I didn’t even fucking do! Shit I never meant for to happen?”

Your eyebrows knit together at his words, unable to give him an answer. The world was cruel, far too cruel, you thought as you wiped off his tears with your thumbs.

“Let me go get you a towel first, okay my love? We can talk all about it after we get you dry, don’t want you getting sick, I’ll fetch you some ice, too” You mumble against him, walking towards your closet to grab him a towel. You grab your chair as well for him to sit on, and wrap the towel around his shoulders, rubbing your hands as you do so to give him warmth. After going downstairs to fetch ice, you place the ice in a clean rag, placing it atop the bruise on his cheek. He takes it and secures it there with his hand.

You sit on your bed, facing him.

“You still wanna talk about it?” You say, gently, rubbing his knee with your thumb to reassure him, to tell him that you were here and you were never going away.

He shakes his head, his gaze at the floor as he continued to chew his lip.

“Alright,” you say, taking in a breath.

He opens his mouth to speak, his lower lip trembling.

“I don’t know if I can keep living like this anymore, (y/n).” His voice is soft, shaking, as he utters those words. “It’s getting real bad, I mean really bad. Am I really that unlovable? My own father..”

Your heart breaks at his words. He didn’t deserve this, nobody deserved the agony he felt.

You get down on your knees so you can look him in his eyes, his perfect blue eyes that were usually glittering with mischief were now dreary and downcast. You brush your thumb against his cheek.

“Please don’t ever say that, Billy. Of course you’re lovable, I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“It’s only a matter of time before you learn to hate me.” He mutters, which breaks your heart into even tinier, sharper little pieces.

“I could never,” You say, voice cracking as your resolve failed you. “Remember that night we were by the lake, we talked about taking all of our stuff and just—just running the hell away from here? Far away, somewhere where nobody knew any of our names?”

Billy finally meets your gaze, licking his cracked lips before nodding.

"You remember how you told me we'd have the perfect house, picket fence and all? Where we'd have a dog, and maybe raise our kids in?" You smiled, in spite of the tears in your eyes that threatened to fall.

He nods his head again, his lips twitching into a soft smile.

You take his hand, and intertwine his fingers with yours, reminding him that you were real, you were being sincere.

“Hold onto that for me, yeah?”

He bites his cheek hard enough to draw blood to prevent a sob from escaping as his tears started to flow once again.

You open your arms towards him. “Come here, my love.”

Billy sinks into your touch as if it were the downiest mattress. You two lay on your bed, his head against your chest as you stroke his hair, twirling and brushing your fingers through his curls. That, combined with the steady beat of your heart, is enough to comfort him entirely. Being with you, hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, feeling your gentle hands cup his face right before you give him the best kiss he had ever received in his life, were the best things in the world to him. Because to him, you were his world.

“It’s okay, love,” You whisper. “Close your eyes, you’re safe here, you’re safe with me.”

His eyelids finally rest, his ragged breathing from before had steadied as you traced intricate patterns across his back, soothing him even further.

“Let all the pain melt away, my love. Let it go, let’s start again tomorrow.”

He inhales deeply, and exhales slowly, exhales all the pain from his system with your soft words and gentle caresses.

“It’s okay, you can sleep now, I’ll see you in your dreams, ‘kay?”

Finally, Billy manages to drift off to blissful slumber, his chest rising softly and steadily, safe in the arms of the only person who ever showed him unconditional love and affection.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove angst #stranger things fic

[thatblackravenclaw]

Make it up to you

Blog Details + My Library

Steve Rogers x fem!black!reader

word count: 1k

warning(s): cursing, oral (fem receiving), not proofread

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I wonder if Tony knows these debriefings would be a lot more bearable if they weren’t so boring. Like, where’s the team spirit? Where’s the excitement of yet another successful mission? And here comes Steve’s ass. Every time it’s his turn to talk he always says something about me.

“Stardust?”

Told you.

“Yes, Captain?” A sarcastic smile upon my face.

“You need to pay more attention to your surroundings. That agent was right behind you, and you didn’t even know.” Bullshit!

I was completely aware of my surroundings and had the situation under control. I felt the guy’s presence and I was about to give him a surprise when Mr. Holier Than Thou decided to come and “save the day”.

“Yes sir.” I roll my eyes continue zoning out.

He blabs some more, doesn’t call anyone else out, and then we were finally dismissed after two and a half hours. I’ve never left a room so fast.

A hand lands on my shoulder. I raise my elbow to their face but stop an inch from it. I side eye and see Natasha.

“There’s my favorite spider.” I lower my arm and turn to face her with a genuine smile.

“You let him get to you.”

We start walking towards the bar in the common area.

“No,” stretching out the ‘o’, “I actually kept my comments to myself.”

“Yes, but you were shooting daggers at him for the rest of the meeting.” She sits down on the stool, and I go behind the counter. Vodka. Vodka. Where’s the Vodka?

“Staring at me during meeting, Romanoff? I knew you had a crush on me.” A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I pour a shot for the both of us and right as I’m about to throw it back…

“Isn’t it a bit early to be drinking?”

I stare at him with the most irritated look I can conjure.

“And with that, I will be taking this,” I lift my shot up in the air, “To my room.”

I give him one last look before walking to the elevator. He’s such a pretentious dick. You would think that since he’s from the 40s that he would have more manners. Well, actually, I heard husbands used to abuse their wives, but no one talks about it much. They must keep up their All American Dream façade.

I need a distraction. As soon as I get to my room, I waste no time. I set the shot glass on the dresser and look around. Right now seems like a more perfect time than any to take down my braids. I mean it’s already 4 which means that I’ll most likely be doing this all night, but whatever. Tomorrow is my day off anyway.

I grab the remote to turn the tv on. Let’s have an 80s movie marathon. Maybe it’ll calm my nerves. 80s. What a great decade besides the racism, homophobia, and economic status. Let’s see, School Daze? I should be halfway through detangling by the time the movie is over.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

The fuck? I walk over and open my door. I roll my eyes and turn back around but leave the dorm open.

“Steven Grant Rogers. To what do I owe this pleasure?” My butt hits the bed and I look at him.

“You’re mad at me.” He closes the door behind him.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. I’m pissed at you. BIG difference. I don’t understand why you pick on me and it’s only me.” He walks up to me and gets down on his knees so that we’re in eye level of each other.

“I’m sorry babe,” He leans in and pecks me on the lips, “I just don’t want them to catch on to us.”

I kiss him back and widen my legs so he can get between them.

“Why can’t you do and also pick on other people? It’s starting to feel racially motivated.” He rolls his eyes and pulls me closer to him.

“You say that every time something doesn’t go your way.”

“Because it’s true!” I move out of his hold and lay in the middle of the bed.

“You’re being dramatic.” His hands creep up to the bottom of my suit.

“Wooooow so now we’re being openly racist.” My bottoms are off and he places a kiss on my clothed core.

“I’m sorry, doll. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Suggestiveness in his tone.

His kisses move down the inside of my thigh while he pulls my underwear down. I look down and embarrassingly enough there a wet patch.

“I can think of a few things.” I respond, almost breathless.

A kitten lick to my clit has my back arching. I grab ahold of the comforter below me and tighten with each pass through my folds.

“Oh, fuck,” My eyes shut up my hand reaches down to his hair.

His tongue slowly swirls around my bud while his index and middle finger stroke equally as slow. His free hand is around my thigh. The contact, no matter how miniscule, turns me on more. The second his tongue leaves my clit I feel a throb. I whine at the loss, but if finger quickly replaces his tongue as he cleans up the slick that has dripped out of me.

The pressure on my clit is just right as has me enclosing his head in my thighs.

“Faster,” a clear shakiness in my voice. His obliges. His cheek is laid on my thigh, breath fanning over my pussy as his finger picks up speed. A squelching noise is heard, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for me to be embarrassed.

I feel his position shift on the bed. I look down and see him focused on my clit when his eyes flicker up to me. He looks so submissive, and the sight alone makes the band snap and my orgasm washes over me. With a chaste kiss to my clit, he sits up rubs my thighs to calm the shaking.

“Am I forgiven?”

#steve rogers one shot #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x black!reader #black!reader #black reader #marvel smut #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers

[jemmie-heartz]

The Tragic Route

( L, me and @jiyi-jiyi have an au, it’s a secret but this is the tragic ending, there will be no other context 😋)

“Sir, you have a visitor”

Diavolo looked towards his assistant, “Barbatos, please tell them I’m not open to any visitations at the moment..”

“Oh, I’m not sure they’ll take no for an answer, he’s very persistent..”

“.. Fine, allow them entry,” Diavolo grimaced, returning to his paperwork.

Barbatos shuffled to the side murmuring a sign to come in.

“Hello Sir Diavolo..” “arf”

The detective froze, he lifted his gaze to face the visitor.

“Luke, Lloyd… whatever are you two doing here..? Shouldn’t you be with your caretaker?”

“Simeon gave me permission to come by,” Luke always kept eye contact while conversing, but not this time, he was actively avoiding it, looking anywhere but Diavolo’s eyes.

Diavolo’s heart stung, he knew exactly why the blue eyes were avoiding his, it was because of another pair of ocean eyes, ones that had faded 3 weeks ago, he knew why they had faded. Oh how could he not, when he’s the reason all life had disappeared from those lovely sapphires.

“Um… Mammon had told me if something fatal ever happened to him, to give you this,” Luke pulls a piece of shining jewelry, a note, and a key out his pocket. “This was a priceless artifact he had stolen a year before I was born, or at least that’s what he told me. I’m not all that sure, but here, this key and note they’re important, I think.. bye” Luke starts walking out of the detectives office, his dog, Lloyd, following close behind.

“Ah, wait..!” Diavolo yelped out.

“What do you want? I gave you the artifact you had been looking for?, the key to all stolen items?, The address to where they’re kept!? What else could you want!?” Luke spouted out, tears threatening to spill out.

‘What do I want..? All I’ve ever wanted is gone.. Mammon is gone… what do I even need from Luke…?’

“WOOF!!”

Sky blue eyes and a shining gold pair fell to the dog.

Luke pulled a small bag out of his backpack. He reached into the bag and brought out a small dog treat out, tossing it to Lloyd, who caught it in his mouth.

A small smile painted Luke’s face before frowning to turn towards Diavolo.

“Luke.. tell me about Mammon..”

“…what?”

“You and Mammon fooled me, the world's best detective, into believing you were father and son, so you must be close”

“..or maybe you’re just stupid…” Luke muttered, he sighed, “I guess I can tell you a few things, but if you want more, you’ll have to go to Michael, Lucifer, or Simeon, they’ve been around Mammon since forever. They know every little thing about him, from when his first kiss was to the number of beauty marks on his body..”

“…Thank you, Luke, genuinely, thank you..” Diavolo smiled at the blonde boy, who couldn’t bring himself to smile back.

“I still hate you, you’re the reason he’s gone, but Mammon would want me to tell his stories”

So Luke carried on with the stories, holding Lloyd in his lap, all the stories that Luke had, well, they had all been told within the span of three hours.

“If you want anymore, I recommend going to Michael, Simeon, or Lucifer, they have the most stories… Simeon is the most recommended though, the other two will actually try to kill you… goodbye, Sir Diavolo”

Luke exits the office, and Diavolo’s façade cracks, tears spilling from his eyes, sobs could be heard from his office. It didn’t really matter anyways, it’s not like anyone would dare interrupt the head detective in his hours of mourning.

‘Maybe I will pay Simeon a visit… not the other two if I want to keep my head’

#obey me shall we date #obey me memes #obey me mammon #obey me shitpost #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me diavolo #mammon angst #obey me diamon #mammon x diavolo #diavolo x mammon #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me luke #obey me diavolo angst #obey me ships #obey me writing #obey me swd

[celestiall0tus]

Long Road - Lost

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            Gimmi phased into Marinette’s bedroom. She gazed upon Marinette and Tikki, who were curled up and crying softly. She approached and curled up on the end of the bed from the pair. She didn’t want to get too close or disturb them. She looked at them before she drifted off to sleep.

            A gentle breeze swayed through the lush green trees. Gimmi watched the canopy shift and rustle with each breeze. The sun warmed her that felt inviting. The aroma of summer flowers was carried along the breeze that embraced her. She smiled and traveled down a long, sprawling dirt path. She paused when she saw Marinette resting beneath a set of trees. She tilted her head and looked around. She could see others in the distance but couldn’t make out any details.

            Gimmi hummed and approached Marinette. She gasped seeing the tears that cascaded from Marinette’s closed eyes. She reached up to wipe away the tears, but Marinette vanished at her touch. The scenery shook and shifted around her. She closed her own eyes as she felt herself fall into nothing.

            Gimmi’s eyes shot open. She looked up and saw Marinette staring down at her.

            “Evening.”

            “”G-Gimmi? Did you wake me?”

            “I… think I did. Did I ruin a good dream?”

            Marinette shook her head. She sniffled and wiped her tears away.

            “Did you want to talk?” Gimmi asked.

            Marinette remained silent. She looked back at Tikki, then at Gimmi. She scooped up Gimmi and climbed down to her chaise. She put Gimmi down and hunched over as more tears fell.

            “I don’t know what to do. I know you’re here, that you’ll help me, but I feel so lost. I don’t want to let go of what I had. I don’t want to let go of Tikki. I don’t want to let go of Ladybug. And what of Adrien? Did he really love me or was it just an order? Do I really love him, the real him, or do I love a façade?”

            Gimmi remained silent.

            Marinette laughed through the tears. “After all, Chat Noir was Adrien, and Adrien was Chat Noir. I couldn’t see it because of the magic, but now that it’s finally hit, I don’t know what to do. Which Adrien is the real one? Is it Chat or is it Adrien? How do I know? Do I just ask him or would he take offense? Should I just let him go after I fought myself for so long? Maybe it might be better if I try things again with Luka. What do you think?”

            “I think you have valid concerns, but you won’t get the answers you seek if you don’t pursue them.”

            “But what if I mess up? What if I hurt him like I hurt Luka? I already hate what I did to Luka. It was wrong and I hurt him. Even when he says I didn’t and only enriched his life, I can’t believe it. It’s a nice comfort, but I can’t believe it. I know I hurt him, and I don’t want to do the same to Adrien.”

            “That is how we learn though. We learn by doing. We’re going to make mistakes. Slip up along the way, but can we argue that it was all for naught? Look to what you did to Luka. You hate it, but can you also argue that you know what not to do with Adrien?”

            Marinette considered. “I suppose I have something of an idea, but it still hurts.”

            “And it will, but time makes room for healing. In time, you’ll see past the hurt, where you messed up, and know what not to do moving forward.”

            “But what do I do now? About Adrien?”

            “Do you want to be with him? To give this love a try?”

            “I really do. He’s all I wanted, but is that for the best? I obsessed over him and couldn’t bare to see anyone else with him. I kept Lila from him out of jealousy, making an enemy of her. I fought Chloe and even teamed up with her once. And… and Kagami, my friend. I actively tried to keep her away from Adrien. I just couldn’t bare the idea of him with anyone.”

            Gimmi remained silent as Marinette sobbed.

            “And don’t let me forget Zoe. I was so worried she was in love with Adrien when I figured out she had a crush on someone in my grade and wouldn’t tell me. I just immediately assumed it was Adrien, but it was m-.”

            Marinette broke down into another fit of tears.

            Gimmi hummed as she had a thought. She curled up and entered the covered pathway. She searched the nearby trees and saw Sabine, Marinette’s mom. She moved over to Sabine and reached out.

            “Your daughter needs you,” Gimmi said and touched Sabine.

            Sabine vanished from the area. Gimmi shook herself awake. She looked up at Marinette, who still cried. She turned away when she heard footsteps. She vanished as Sabine came up into Marinette’s room.

            Marinette looked up with tear-filled eyes at Sabine. “M-mom? What are you doing up?”

            Sabine sat beside Marinette. “I… I heard a voice, and it said you needed me. When I woke up, I had to check on you and here you are. What’s wrong, Mar-Mar?”

            Marinette sobbed and clung to Sabine. She spilled everything about being Ladybug, what happened that day, and about Adrien.

            Sabine’s breath caught listening to Marinette. She felt a rush of concern and fear that mingled with anger at Marinette’s dilemma and lies. She took several deep breaths as she petted Marinette’s hair. She worked to sort through everything when Marinette spoke.

            “What do I do, Mom?”

            Sabine hummed. “I think we need to take a night to absorb this information before we make a decision.”

            “But-!”

            “Now, Mar-Mar. The morning is wiser than the evening.”

            “What does that mean?”

            “It means that sometimes we need to take a step back, access what’s going on, then come back to it with a clear mind. Right now, I think that’s what we need to do. Don’t you?”

            “It might help,” Marinette muttered.

            “Why don’t we head downstairs, see what snacks we have, and pop in a movie? How does that sound?”

            “And then we’ll talk about it in the morning?”

            “I promise.”

            Marinette hugged Sabine. “Thanks, Mom.”

            Sabine squeezed Marinette. “Of course. Now, let’s go see what we have for tonight’s selection.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #mlb fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #mlb marinette #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #gimmi #gimmi miraculous #kwami oc #oc #sabine dupain cheng #sabine cheng #sabine #all that remained #long road au #long road #all that remained au

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

“I was 12 years old when I started playing guitar and I mowed lots of lawns. I still haven’t gotten good. I’m not a good musician. That’s why I wear what I wear on stage to cover up for why I’m such a terrible guitar player. So they’ll [the audience] go “Oh look, look what he’s wearing!” and they just go “Look how, look how weird that guy looks!” and then, and then they go “Wait a minute, we didn’t even check if he was playing.” ” 

- Wes Borland

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SPIN Magazine: Why create such an elaborate spectacle?

Borland: It’s like ritualistic war paint I’m the cherry on top, the sore thumb that makes the band stick out. I don’t fit in and that’s just what makes it work. I don’t think I can ever go back to wearing normal clothes on stage. It’s totally a mask, something to hide behind. It’s really easy to get confidence when people aren’t looking at what you are in the mirror every day. I get self-conscious. And if I can shroud my whole body behind a façade. I feel great knowing there’s a shield to deflect any humiliation I might feel. 

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Guitar.com: You tend to wear bizarre costumes onstage and those wild, black contact lenses. What's the deal with that?

Borland: It just covers me up as much as possible so I don't ever have to ever show all of myself. I've always been into collecting masks and wearing masks onstage. It's more fun for me because I draw and do a lot of art work in the band. It just makes it more fun to be able to do it on myself just to try to turn myself into different characters. To look like an alien or something. I think it makes it more fun for fans too.

Guitar.com: Do you enjoy being a celebrity?

Borland: [Our singer] Fred [Durst] loves it. But I just don't think I'll ever be able to understand the whole human being worship aspect of it. People going, "Man, you're a guitar god," and I go, "Where?" And I'm glad that I'm making an impact on some people's lives, but I'm the kind of person who would rather be respected for what I'm doing than who I am. The masks and costumes are a way of avoiding all of that.

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The Believer: Did you always dress up onstage?

Borland: Yes. I went to an arts high school, and had always been interested in sculpture and painting and drawing. Guitar kind of became a hobby of mine, and I had seen David Bowie and Kiss and Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson—even GWAR—and so when I started playing in garage bands I started doing little things onstage that were nothing more than a mask or minor makeup, because the stage seemed like such an opportunity to do something outrageous. And it kept growing and growing and growing. When Limp got signed, that changed my aspirations from being in fine art. Being a musician was the job I didn’t expect, and I ended up going, “How can I incorporate this?”

The Believer: By the time we saw you on MTV, you had incorporated it. The makeup was not minor.

Borland: Well, I was bored. There’s so much downtime on tour. I ended up going around and finding thrift stores and costume shops in towns, spending whatever per diem or money I had on makeup and lipstick, and I started putting outfits together. And as the band gained more success—like, suddenly I didn’t have to carry anything or tune my guitars—I had more resources for stage outfits, and I started thinking about the show all the time.

The Believer: On TV you seem to have two personas. The polite, uncomfortable guy on camera feels different than the bunny monster, whose energy is both very aggressive and very engaged.

Borland: It’s what allows me to have that power. And I’ve noticed that the more elaborate the costumes got over the years, the more they developed into characters, the more I felt like someone else. It’s like pulling on a shirt, but having the Superman symbol underneath. There is also a very different character I have in Black Light Burns, my other band. I grow my hair and mustache out, and wax the mustache and then paint it on even bigger. I’ll wear period clothing that looks like Bill the Butcher. But in that band I’m the singer, so I don’t wear any contact lenses, because I feel that takes the audience away from me. When my eyes are dead and black-looking, I lose a connection with people who are looking at the singer to connect with the band, so I won’t do that.

The Believer: How did your bandmates feel about playing hard rock/ rap with someone dressed like a vanilla gorilla?

Borland: At first I tried to get the other guys to dress up, too, but they didn’t want to do it, so that sort of became the thing in Limp Bizkit—you’ve got a bunch of guys who look like normal dudes, and then one guy who dresses like a space alien or a zombie. But soon I started getting into more-serious art and artists, then started going to the opera. I went to The Damnation of Faust that the L.A. Opera put on, like, eight years ago, and was just thrilled by the costumes. So I started researching opera-costume makers and stage makeup, and it just built and built.

The Believer: Your costumes never seem to connote just one thing, like one thing that’s scary, one thing that’s ironic. What comes to mind right now is the Technicolor lounge-singer phantom who’s not wearing any pants.

Borland: Oh, yeah! The prom outfit. The hair for that is made of feathers. But all the characters come from what effect I want to put out. That’s the main thing: everything onstage has to make me feel, in some way, tapped into this little-boy thing, where I want to be a superhero or I want to be a warrior. I want to be filled with all this energy that comes from tricking myself into thinking that I’m more powerful than I am, or have more confidence than I would be capable of in normal clothes. It’s just becoming a monster in some way, and that helps me go out in front of ten thousand people and act like I own the place.

#i will never stop being fascinated by his abundance of creativity #people like wes that are so creative in many different forms and the things they come up with from their inspirations and imagination #are so interesting to me #and his reasoning behind it all is so honest and genuine. I feel like a lot of people can relate to it #but unfortunately most people slap on the freak or weird label and moving on before giving themselves the chance to really understand and #realize that they can relate to a thought process such as this #anyways i'll get off my soap box now #i just want an ounce of wes' creativity #Wes Borland #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Black Light Burns #down the rabbit hole

[lucymultistan]

BTS Masterlist

All of my recommended fics

ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE CREATORS! I HAVE NOT WROTE ANY OF THESE, MY BLOG WILL BE TAGGED IN MY BIO

Key: !=Smut  #=Fluff  $=Angst

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Little do you know     !#$

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Recrudecence       !#$

It’s nearly easy as breathing (for six of them, at least) for BTS to pretend to be just like everyone else - humans with big dreams and aspirations. But one person brings the façade crashing to the ground and for some reason, they just can’t let her go. 

Time                !#$

Summary: Time. It's always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots...it came with time.

Unorthodox        !#

Summary: You meet BTS on vacation and everything is awesome!

Sh.                !#$

SERIES SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? 

Eidolons             !#$

Summary: To live in an old manor in the middle of nowhere filled with historical, cultist, and most probably cursed relics for a year is part of the will your mysterious grandaunt bestowed onto you. It's all good until the seven men arrive, looking for a place to stay. Or so you've been told. But these men aren't actually guests; they've been in your attic for a lot longer than you think, waiting to be freed. The longer you spent time with them, the more you feel like you know them. And they seem to know you like the back of their hands, too. When you find yourself falling in love with not one, but all of them, you'll soon realize that the the truth can be painful to swallow and they will learn that freedom comes at a cost.

Relax, it's our honeymoon        !#

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!  

To Build a Home              !#$

Summary: With the government's hydrid sector hot on your tails (no pun intended), you have less than a year to solve the problem before they're legally allowed to take you in as a lab rat. What you didn't anticipate was the addition of 6 new members of yours and Jin's happy duo. Luckily you both had enough love for 6 others. 

The Households Bunny             !#$

Summary: You were a cam girl and OnlyFans creator all the while you were a senior in college. A series of events leads you to be living with seven men under the same roof of one renovated motel. Entering the life of rich, and touch starved, men as a less than rich, but similarly touch starved, woman is bound to hold some shenanigans

The Gentlemen                          !#$

Summary:Sick of unsatisfying hookups, boring relationships or the company of your own hand? Apply today for the chance to be on bangasm.com’s very first reality show! Seven attractive young gentlemen will be vying for your choice of who is best in bed. All from different backgrounds, these men claim they’ll be able to rock your world, so don’t hesitate! Apply now!

Oh My Lucifer!                            !#$

Summary: In hopes of achieving a high mark in your final exam you're willing to give up anything, including your soul. However when your drunken joke of a ritual suddenly comes true, how do you even begin to explain your logic to the seven demon lords seated in front of you.

Void                !#$

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

One-shots/ drabbles:

Alpha goes first          !!!!

Summary: Each pack has its own set of traditions and standards and as the newest omega in bangtan’s pack- you have more than a few things to learn. things come to a head when the youngest alpha tries to breed you before your pack alpha does. Seokjin doesn’t like that one bit.

The Kings bride              !!!!!!

Untitled            !#

Summary: In which Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook see your true colors.

[greypetrel]

"You make a fool of death with your beauty" for Max! 💗

Hi Mo! ✨

Thanks for asking Max! This is actually the first thing I finish with her and I don't know what to say. She developed a voice of her own, and that voice is silly. Prompt list here! I hope the random Italian isn’t too much, but here are notes. Her family was from Livorno, so beside "nassa" please note that everything else is typical of just that area, and won't be used or used like this outside Tuscany: Nassa: Those wooden traps you leave on the bottom of the sea to catch lobsters and big crustaceans. (she has a moment of unsureness because I have? You bet she does.) “Bravo bimbo”: “Good lad”. In Tuscany it is used as a random way to address people with a positive sense to it, the way you’d use “dude” or “lad”. The dispregiative correspondent would be: “grullo” ("Bimbo" can mean "child", but not in this case and in this region, it's just a dialectal use that has nothing to do with age. It's VERY typical.) “Maremma maiala”: Litterally it means: “Maremma is a swine”. Maremma is the region on the coast on the south of Tuscany, before Lazio begins. Today it's a beautiful place full of pretty beaches, but in the XIII century, when Siena closed the region off to agriculture, it soon became a big malsane swamp... And remained a place to swear upon for tuscanians.

Lobster Trap

Oh and you in all your vibrant youth How could anything bad ever happen to you? You make a fool of death with your beauty And for a moment I forget to worry - Hunger, Florence + the Machine

“Please. This is my mission, and you all know I’m the best qualified for it.”

Shepard groaned, rolling her eyes at the heavy clouds filling the sky, and quickly batted her eyelashes against the rain. She didn’t listen to Garrus telling her she was stupid and reckless and making him older by the minute, he swore, and climbed up the Atlas herself, grumbling right back and asking him if he knew anything of currents and underwater pressure, because she actually did. When the Turian couldn’t answer and just glared at her with reproach on his face, she ignored him and kept on muttering to herself that if her family had had an Atlas when she was little, they would have been filthy rich.

“Do you know how many… How do you say nassa in English, urgh. Lobster traps? Lobster trap.” She decided, testing control rods and buttons before actually turning everything on and belting herself in. “Well, do you know how many we could have pulled out at once? There are lobsters on Mindoir, you see, and pretty big, full of tasty meat. But catching them is awful work, they are electric, like eels. With this it would have been so easy, you guys have no idea…”

She kept on grumbling, and Liara lightheartedly hated how cool she was in all that. How she could make it such not a big deal over diving to the bottom of an ocean to speak with a mind-controlling creature forgotten since Goddess knew how many cycles. As if it was a normal Tuesday. She knew her well enough to know that it wasn’t even a façade: she was, actually, eager to get in. As if it was just another fishing trip.

“You’re not going to catch lobsters, please stop.” Liara snapped in frustration, stopping her from going on and on about how exactly lobsters are caught, how electric ones are, what’s a nassa that she kept failing to remember the exact term for not in Italian, and how big Mindoir lobster pincers were.

Max looked down at her. Battered up, hair ruffled from the fight, and make up ever so slightly melted around her eyes from all the rain and splashes of sea water. She blinked twice, pondering who knew what and considering both Garrus and Cortez, down there looking at her with equal apprehension.

“As if.” She shrugged it off. “It’s going to be ok, I swear.”

She smiled and winked, in that self-assured way she had and was so comforting for others. No one wanted a commander unsure of herself, and she had plenty self-esteem to pull through and make you believe she knew what she was talking about. Except, she said the same when the first Normandy got crashed and she stayed behind, smiling and winking at her and telling her it would have been ok. Every time she did it, right before jumping in the next crazy mission, it still felt like that time, the aura of effortless calm somewhat ruined.

And this time, there wouldn’t have been any help, or any knowledge of her. Liara was no engineer, she never sailed for more than a day, never worked on the sea as Max did in her youth, she didn’t know about currents or lobster traps or water pressure and compensation… But she knew that heavy objects tended to drown and not be brought back to surface. If she drowned, there would be no body to recover, no body to try and resurrect yet again or just mourn.

“What if something happens down there? Doctor Bryson-”

“- She is alive and well, gave me an hint of what will happen and the limits I shouldn’t push.” She interrupted her, still self-assured, still as if she knew what she was doing. “We can’t allow to let this chance go, and I’m the better qualified to get down there, beside being the Commander of this crew. It will be fine, Liara.”

“What if Leviathan is hostile?” She kept on, ignoring the hint at how she was in command. She was allowed, right there and then, to act as the girlfriend and not as the crew member. “If you’re missing, all the alliances you’ve built… You can’t afford to get down there. Leave it be, if they could help us they would have already. How many cycles did they withstand without doing anything? Why this one should be different?”

“T’soni isn’t wrong, you know…” Garrus scoffed, still working on the terminal to check everything was all right and the Atlas was functional enough. “This piece of junk has been still for too long, it’s full of salt and I doubt its joints will move smoothly.”

Max just groaned and rolled her eyes, and pushed the closure of the belts open.

“Well, it won’t have flexibility, so what? It still has reach.”

“… That was on me, was it.”

She jumped down the Atlas as Garrus sighed in defeat -no one really understood why of all things, Max would mock him with hints at stuff that had reach and/or flexibility, but it never failed to make Garrus abandon the argument. Ignoring him, she marched to Liara with a purpose, stopping but a step away and looking at her with a frown and a stubborn bent of her lips. Instead of talking, she turned back to Cortez, an eyebrow raising.

“Any other comment?” She asked.

“Bring back a lobster if you find one.” Cortez just shrugged.

“Bravo bimbo.”

Then she turned back to Liara, cupped her face with both hands -the kevlar of her gloves was wet and slippery, but she held on without hurting her. Half it was Max to bend forward, half it was always her dragging the asari so she had to take a step not to fall against the woman, but she kissed her, hard and passionately and long.

When she let go with a smack and a last nib to her lower lip, her lipstick was smudged and faded, and she was pink on the cheeks, her smile brighter.

“I’m not letting the space lobster catch me first. I’m coming back, I promise.”

Liara watched her getting back on the Atlas, bickering back and forth with Garrus who started mocking her immediately for sentimentality, and with two fingers pointed at her brow and snapping up and a last wink, she went, jumping in the sea with an excited gait.

And then, there was nothing to do but wait another time, praying that she wasn’t lying to cheer her up.

Garrus patted her shoulder, sitting beside her on a loose crate.

“Come on. She’s coming back, as always.”

“Yes, until she won’t and I won’t have anyone to scold with a ‘I told you so’.”

“I know. No wonder she gets along so well with the Krogans.”

“Yes. The same hard head.”

“Too hard to be cracked by a space lobster, for sure.” A pause. “Particularly one she wants to eat.”

She snorted then, and felt a little better.

---

They extracted her from the Atlas unconscious and with blood trickling down her nose. The glass of the Atlas cracked, and water had trickled in, splashing violently out when they forced it open. Thankfully, it reached the surface before she got submerged past her chest.

It took both Garrus and Cortez to move her and lay her down on the ground, totally unresponsive and unmoving… But as Liara checked right after, fingers trembling and a wrong set of memories dancing in front of her eyes -her skin wasn’t grey, it still was the same warm shade of brown, she wasn’t dead, she wasn’t dead- as they pressed upon her throat, back of her hand ghosting in front of her nose and lips.

She was breathing, at least, but no amount of calling could wake her, and Liara dared not shaking her. If she hit her head or her neck, jostling her too much would have hurt her more.

“Does the shuttle work?” She turned, asking Cortez.

“Ready whenever, the engines aren’t wet.”

“Go back to the Normandy, call for-”

A heavy set of coughs and when she turned, Max was rolling to her side, shoulders shaking as she violently coughed, curling on herself. Everyone relaxed some, seeing that she was, after all, still alive in spite of all odds, one more time.

“Maremma maiala, that was one hell of a lobster.” She exclaimed, breathing heavily and combing her hair back from her face with a hand. She turned to Liara, a ghastly expression on her face.

Her expression was weird. Weirded out, in a way she never was. Maybe it was just that she had blood on her upper lip, spreading widely on her wet skin and the kohl on her eyes was melted and made her look like a panda. She saw her in worse conditions, but after witnessing Ann Bryson get mentally controlled by Leviathan…

Liara glomped, dreading the answer to the next question. A quick glance with Garrus, tho, confirmed her worries. The Italian swearing could have been a trick.

“Are you… Still you? What happened?” She asked, heart beating fast and holding back from touching her.

“There were more of them.” She said, blinking, still catching up. “I spoke with them. I’m not sure they’re fully reliable or friendly, and I have no idea whether we can trust them, but…”

“But…?”

Max turned towards her, expression melting some and eyes keening, as her lips curved in a smirk. A brief anticipation for-

“… but, we can’t possibly make enough mayonnaise to serve them with, so I thought I’d better convince them to help out.”

Liara swatted her arm, exasperated, and Max started laughing.

“You’re an idiot, Shepard.” Garrus concluded, relief in his voice.

Liara cared little for it. She moved forward, hugging her neck and holding her close. Max was still laughing when she hugged her back, relaxing under her frame and resting her head on the asari’s shoulder. A minute signal of relief and tiredness.

And for a moment, thinking of ancestral aliens boiled and covered in mayonnaise -a feat which she had no doubt Max would have succeeded-, having her there between her arms, alive and breathing and with yet another crazy mission she survived in spite of all odds, and well enough to joke about it… Liara forgot to worry about the future.

---

“ALFONSO IL GRANCHIO DEL COCCO!”

Max startled up to bed, waking up abruptly with the realization. When she turned to the side, there was Liara, glaring daggers at her from the one eye that wasn’t pressed into her pillow. If she hadn’t known her better she would have believed she was about to be made levitate away from the room.

“What the fuck, Max?” The Asari asked, voice filled half with sleep, half with resentment.

“Alfonso il granchio del cocco!” She repeated, heatedly. “It’s… Sorry, Alfonso the coconut crab! Leviathan was him!”

Liara groaned aloud and turned on her back, massaging the bridge of her nose with long fingers.

“Ok.” She sighed. “I know I’m going to regret asking, but who is Alfonso?”

Max grinned more widely, and moved forward, splaying herself horizontally on the bed -and over her back- to reach the tablet on Liara’s bedside table. The Asari huffed, as her weight fell on her back, but it was but a moment. She pressed a fleeting kiss on the tip of one of her tentacles, and pushed herself back to her place on the bed, raising the pillow to prop her back against.

It was Liara who switched the light on her bedside table on, grumbling with still sleep in her voice that she was gonna get blind if she kept on reading screens in the dark. Max chuckled, slipping down a little to accommodate her girlfriend scooching closer and circle her waist with an arm, face hidden in her side.

“I thought Leviathan reminded me of something…”

“Yes, a lobster. You also calculated the exact amount of mayonnaise we’d need for it.”

“Mpf, yes, but no. Lobsters are cute and spry, Leviathan wasn’t. It was heavy and grim and basically a tank, I had it on the tip of my tongue until now…” She explained, tapping quickly on the tablet with her fingers. “AH! Look, it’s him!”

Liara sighed deeply and climbed up, hugging the other properly and resting her head on her shoulder, able then to look at the screen and whatever video she meant to make her look at. If she was speaking of coconut crabs with a name, she expected an illustrated book, or some cartoon made for children. She paid no attention and waited, eyes half lidded and relaxed, all cozy with her warm body so close and-

- and then, after too few seconds the music suddenly spiked up and there were two people screaming over heavy and horribly loud guitars and drums.

Alfonso il granchio del cocco Ti apre in due come una scatoletta di tonno- 🎶 *

She let out a yelp, now fully startled awake, jumping on her spot with heart beating fast. Of course she set the volume to full.

The screaming was continuing, and Max started to laugh out loud, shoulders shaking with it.

“You and your damn music!”

Liara swatted her shoulder, and Max just laughed more, launching the tablet away to slide back down, back on the bed and legs bent up, holding her stomach.

“No but you don’t get it, it’s from an old Italian scientist who made videos about animals, and in this he also got a song and-”

She was stopped with a kiss and a hug, which she laughed halfway through it, as the song kept on.

Max’s damn music would have been the death of Liara - she still hadn’t discovered how to stop her cabinets playing You Shook Me All Night Long every time she opened one.

In that moment, tho, she even forgot that she should have been worried about the future.

--- * Alfonso the coconut crab He opens you in two like a tuna can

#mass effect #mass effect 3 #mass effect fanfiction #me3 #shiara #liara x femshep #liara t'soni #leviathan dlc #max shepard #writing petrel #she's an idiot your honour. #everyone on the crew hates her damn playlist

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter 24

I tried to write a sex scene. I found out I still suck at sex scenes and die of embarassment while writing them. In the end, I skipped over a large part of the sex but it's still somewhat explicit I think? On the bright side, there's communication in here. AO3 | Chapter list

CW: somewhat explicit sex, discussions of Elias

Alastair couldn’t concentrate on his book. He wanted to know what happened next and why Evelyn had made the seemingly evil choices she’d made at the end of book 2, but somehow his mind kept wandering and after reading the same page three times and still not knowing what was happening, he put the book away. He’d try again later.

Cordelia claimed the spot next to him in the living room. ‘I couldn’t find you earlier.’

‘I was in the library.’

‘Oh. I figured you must have gone to bed. Did you talk to Charlotte?’

‘No. Thomas and Gideon did it for me, I don’t think I’m ready for that conversation. I’m going to have to talk to her at some point, but I don’t know how. At least now she has some time to get used to the idea that her son wasn’t what she thought he was. But they told only told her about the illegal experiments. Not… the rest of it.’

‘I imagine that must be difficult,’ Cordelia said. ‘And whatever Charlotte feels about learning the truth, that shouldn’t be your burden to bear. He already hurt you enough.’

‘Theoretically that sounds nice, but I’m going to have to talk to her either way. And it’s going to be hard,’ Alastair said. ‘She had a completely different image of Charles, she only saw him as the dutiful crown prince. The person he presented to the outside world. Still, there were always cracks in his façade. He couldn’t stand it when people treated him like he was young and experienced. When he made a mistake, it was always someone else’s fault. He tended to lash out when people didn’t admire him like he thought he deserved. I do wonder what Charlotte thought of that.’

‘I’m really sorry about what happened. I wish I could have hurt the real Charles rather than just whatever that was in your memory.’

‘I wish you hadn’t seen that,’ Alastair said. ‘Having flashbacks is hard enough without having to worry that people around me get to watch.’

‘I understand that. And I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have wanted to watch you in such a vulnerable moment either, at least not unless I could intervene. I know your memories are private. How are you feeling?’

‘Since when do we talk about our feelings?’

It was never really something he had done with Cordelia. She hadn’t asked and he hadn’t offered. She’d known he wouldn’t answer such questions, and when they were younger, there would have been no reason to assume he wasn’t fine. Except maybe his heavy mood swings. Or the fact that he had no friends and used to lock himself inside his bedroom.

‘You don’t talk about feelings. But I wanted to,’ Cordelia said. ‘You just immediately shut that kind of conversation down.’

‘There’s a reason for that. But if you really want to know, I feel tired.’

Tired was often the answer he gave when people asked how he was. He didn’t have to lie and say he was fine, and tired was a completely acceptable answer because lots of people were tired.

‘Tired,’ Cordelia repeated.

‘Yes. After a flashback, I feel completely drained and I don’t exactly get to sleep it off at night,’ Alastair said. ‘So I feel numb and tired most of the time.’

‘That sucks.’

‘It’s the way it is,’ Alastair said. ‘I’ve been like this for long enough that I’m used to it. Even before Charles, if I’m being honest.’

‘Because of Father,’ Cordelia said.

A silence hung between them. Alastair had never told her about his experience with their father, had never wanted her to know. She, in turn, had idolized him, blind to his many faults.

‘Yes,’ Alastair said after a while. ‘Because of him. I left with Charles so suddenly because I saw an opportunity to escape him. I felt guilty about that at first, what burden had I left you with? But he died not long after. In retrospect, I would have been better off staying behind. Or perhaps he would not have died if I’d been there.’

‘He died while driving drunk,’ Cordelia said.

Perhaps there was nothing he could have done about that. Or perhaps Father had died because Alastair hadn’t been there anymore to take care of him. He would never know.

‘Did he ever care that I’d left?’

‘I don’t think so. That’s the first time his behavior started bothering me. Because I didn’t understand why you’d left so suddenly, and Father didn’t seem to care that much. Like you weren’t his problem anymore now that you were married.’

‘He was more my problem than I was ever his,’ Alastair said.

‘Risa told me how much you’d done for him. And for me,’ Cordelia said. ‘I’m sorry I never noticed before, and that I never did anything to help you.’

‘You weren’t supposed to,’ Alastair said.

‘I denied it for a long time even after he died,’ Cordelia said. ‘I thought it was just a one time thing, that he had still been a hero. When I joined the military, a lot of my superiors were people who had known him when he was in the military. They said that I showed great promise and could get far in the military, as long as I didn’t end up like him. Apparently his drinking had already been an issue before he’d retired.’

Alastair had no idea when he’d started drinking. As long as he remembered. His father had retired from the military when Alastair had been around five years old. His mother was a princess and had her own money, so that had never been an issues, but in retrospect his father had retired rather young. But better to leave early, he guessed, than to end up being discharged for drunk accidents on duty.

‘So that’s when you realized he really was a drunk.’

‘It was,’ Cordelia said. ‘And that I’d hoped to find proof of his heroism in the military. Ultimately I realized I wasn’t happy there, no matter how promising they claimed I was.’

‘Do you enjoy piloting for Lucie?’

‘For sure,’ Cordelia said. ‘It’s hardly even a job. I get to fly to all sorts of places you’d otherwise never get to see and then accompany Lucie as she collects materials.’

‘You like spending time with her then?’

‘I do. She’s very nice. Very blunt too, she just says what she thinks with no filter at all. It’s kind of refreshing. And she’s very creative. Her first book is coming out soon.’

There was a faint flush on Cordelia’s cheeks as she spoke about Lucie. She was animated in a way he hadn’t often seen her before.

‘Do you like Lucie?’

‘Of course I like her,’ Cordelia said. ‘Did you even listen to what I just said?’

‘No I mean… Do you like her romantically?’

Cordelia paused. ‘What makes you think that?’

‘Just the way you talk about her,’ Alastair said. ‘Maybe I’m seeing things. I don’t know that much about love I’m afraid.’

‘I guess I do like her,’ Cordelia said. ‘Maybe. I’m still figuring it out. What about you, how are you and Thomas?’

‘Not together romantically if that’s what you’re after. How do you even do that within an arranged marriage without making it awkward?’

With Charles, they had started out as a romantic and sexual relationship and although the marriage had been political too he’d gone into it knowing there would be expectations. He’d gone into marrying Thomas having no idea how things would turn out, nor had he known he’d fall so hard for Thomas.

‘The same way you’d do it with someone else. Except that if you misread the situation, it’s going to stay awkward since you still live together. I guess you could get a divorce though if it doesn’t work out.’

‘I could, but I am keeping up a political alliance so someone would have to take over for me,’ Alastair said. ‘They don’t like too many switches in couples upholding alliances either. I think I’ll stay with Thomas either way. Even if he doesn’t like me romantically, I do feel safe and comfortable with him. It’s unlikely I’ll find that again.’

‘I think I can speak for everyone here when I say we think he likes you,’ Cordelia said. ‘If I were you I’d just make a move. What’s the worst that could happen?’

Before Alastair had to answer that, Thomas called out that dinner was finished and Alastair ate a plate of eggplant mash along with some rice and bread. It remained one of his favorite dishes, and eggplant was one of his favorite vegetables. People who hated it just didn’t know how to prepare it. He would die on this hill.

After dinner, he was so exhausted there was no point in doing anything anymore and he decided he might as well try to go to sleep. He hated feeling like this, he knew sleep would not make it better but he didn’t feel up to doing anything anymore.

He fell asleep after lying in bed for a while, and he dreamt of the lab once again. Nothing new, nothing useful. Nothing he remembered when he woke. Thomas was in the bedroom, changing into his pajamas. Alastair pushed himself up into a sitting position.

‘I didn’t wake you, did I?’

‘It’s fine. I had a nightmare anyway,’ Alastair said. ‘What time is it?’

‘Ten in the evening.’

Alastair sighed. Another nightmare and he’d barely slept two hours. How was he ever supposed to feel energized again like this?

‘Did you have a nice evening?’

‘Sure. You didn’t miss anything, don’t worry. How are you feeling?’

‘Not much better. I wish I could just get a decent night of sleep for once.’

‘I wish I could help you better, but I really don’t know how to accomplish that.’

‘I can think of some things,’ Alastair said softly.

He guessed he sounded seductive. He had a lot of practice with that, but it felt more real now, not an act to soothe. He really wanted to be with Thomas. And while it might not fix his sleep issues, he imagined he would sleep better in Thomas’ arms. Or perhaps that was just wistful thinking.

‘Such as?’ Thomas asked.

Thomas was going to make him spell it out then. Alastair considered backing down for a moment. But according to Cordelia, everyone was convinced Thomas loved him. Sophie believed he simply struggled with taking the initiative. He owed it to both of them to at least give this a try.

‘You could kiss me,’ Alastair said.

Thomas stared at him for a moment, mouth hanging open in a decidedly uncharming manner.

‘Do you mean…?’

‘Like a romantic kiss,’ Alastair said. He paused. ‘Unless you don’t like me that way… Never mind. Of course you don’t.’

‘Wait,’ Thomas said. ‘I do like you that way. I just never thought… I mean, you’re so beautiful. I didn’t think you’d like me at all…’

Thomas didn’t seem to be able to stop rambling.  

Alastair rolled his eyes. ‘Shut up and kiss me.’

Thomas moved over to him, lifted Alastair’s chin up with his fingers and kissed him on the mouth. Alastair carefully opened his mouth, allowing Thomas to explore further. Thomas moved closer to him, and Alastair took that as permission to put his hands on Thomas’ chest, his shoulders, places he’d been longing to touch for some time.

‘That was nice,’ Thomas said. ‘Have you liked me all this time?’

‘Not since the beginning,’ Alastair said. ‘I guess it happened slowly. I just feel comfortable and safe around you and I’ve never felt that way before. And then one day I realized I loved you.’

‘So during our wedding night…’

‘I thought that was what you were expecting of me,’ Alastair admitted. ‘All I knew was Charles, I didn’t know you would be different. And I thought, if you had a good time with me at least I’d be worth something to you.’

Thomas put his hand on Alastair’s cheek. ‘You’re worth so much more than that. I could tell you didn’t want it then, and it worried me.’

‘I thought you walked away because you weren’t interested. At first, it really seemed like you weren’t interested in me at all.’

‘No, I just didn’t want to hurt you, and you throwing yourself at me kind of freaked me out.’

Alastair guessed he understood where Thomas was coming from, he didn’t think he’d know what to do if someone tried to force himself into having sex with Alastair. Beyond saying no, of course, because he’d never want to hurt someone that way. In retrospect, Thomas’ actions did make a lot of sense.

‘It took a little more time until I fell in love with you,’ Thomas continued. ‘But by then I had no idea how to approach the subject with you.’

Alastair nodded, looking down. He was difficult in that respect, and Thomas would have been a lot better off marrying someone who was normal. He wished Thomas would treat him like he was normal, and yet at the same time he knew he wasn’t normal and needed people to be considerate. He hated it.

‘I guess not,’ he said softly, blinking to keep the tears from showing.

Thomas, annoyingly, was too observant. ‘Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?’

‘Because I hate how broken I am. I hate that everyone keeps treating me like I’m fragile. I know you want to be careful with me and I must be such a difficult person to be with, but I hate being reminded of that. All I wanted was to be a good partner to someone and be loved in turn, and I hate that I just can’t.’

Thomas was silent for a moment. ‘You are a good partner. We could both work on our communication skills. I like taking care of people I love. I think that might be because I was babied so much when I was younger, but in all of my relationships I’ve liked being able to care for someone. It’s not just because I think you’re fragile, that’s how I like to show my love. But I don’t want to suffocate you either.’

‘I… hadn’t considered that. I’m not really used to being taken care of. I know it’s good for me, I just find it difficult to accept that I need it sometimes. And I want to do more in return for you.’

‘You already do plenty,’ Thomas said. ‘My rooms have never been cleaner. But what I like the most is just spending time with you, watching shows together, discussing books, our interests… You’re a lot more than just an abuse survivor. You’re smart and interesting and so passionate.’

Alastair didn’t know what to say. Instead, he moved closer to Thomas, and kissed him again. When they broke apart, Alastair fell back onto the bed, pulling Thomas along with him. Thomas tried to hover above him, but his arms soon gave out under him and he fell on top of Alastair. The impact was a little painful, but once he got used to the sensation, it was rather nice. Somehow the pressure was comforting.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Thomas stammered.

‘It’s okay,’ Alastair said. ‘I like how you feel on top of me.’

‘Are you sure I’m not too heavy? No offense, but you still feel like I could break you.’

Alastair’s breath caught at the thought of that. Thomas could break him. He was completely at his mercy here. Yet somehow he wasn’t scared. It was a dichotomy he found very enticing about Thomas, the fact that he was strong enough to do anything he wanted to him but also too kind and gentle to hurt him.

‘It’s okay. I like it,’ Alastair said.

‘Really?’

‘What, didn’t your previous partners like it when you used your strenght against them?’

‘Uh, I guess they did? But they also didn’t have your past.’

‘Does it matter? He doesn’t get to take this from me.’  

Still a little hesitant, Thomas kissed him again. It was exactly what Alastair needed. Thomas tasted of something sweet he must have eaten after Alastair had gone to bed.

Alastair put his hands into Thomas’ hair, onto his back until Thomas drew back for a moment, breathing hard. Staring at him. Alastair felt hot and flustered all over, and somewhere in the process kissing Thomas he’d gotten hard.

‘Alastair…’

‘It’s fine. I want this. Do you?’

‘Yes, but…’

‘You’re not going to hurt me,’ Alastair said, because he suspected this was what was behind Thomas’ hesitation. ‘You’re going to have to stop treating me like I’m fragile. I’m perfectly capable of deciding what I want. If you’re going to stop, do it for your own sake.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Thomas said.

‘You can make it up to me by taking off your shirt,’ Alastair said, tilting his chin upward.

Thomas obliged, and Alastair took his time to explore all of Thomas’ upper body, his shoulders, his arms. He’d seen Thomas without a shirt on before, but he’d never gotten to touch him like this.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Alastair whispered. ‘So strong.’

Thomas was still a little hesitant and Alastair would just have to encourage him further. He took off his pajama top and was hit by the cold air hanging in the room. It was a good thing Thomas was so warm, so close against him he didn’t need clothes or blankets.

Thomas’ lips found the pulse beating in Alastair’s neck, and Alastair moaned loudly as Thomas kissed him. He hadn’t expected that. Thomas seemed rather encouraged though, so he took it as a good thing. Finally convinced Alastair really wanted this, he picked up the pace, kissing a trail down his neck and chest.

‘Would it be okay to take these off too?’ Alastair asked, his hand at the waistband of Thomas’ pajama bottoms.

Thomas pulled them down faster than Alastair had ever seen anyone undress. He struggled to take his own off from his position lying in the bed but soon enough it was done, the pajama bottoms discarded next to the bed.

‘How do you like it?’ Thomas asked.

‘Don’t hold back,’ Alastair said.

And he didn’t. Alastair had finally convinced Thomas he could take it, and he could. It had to be the best sex he’d ever had. Thomas cleaned him up with some paper towels once they were done, and then cradled him in his arms. It was warm and gentle and safe and Alastair didn’t remember ever feeling so good before.

‘Good night,’ Thomas whispered into his ear. ‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

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For the "Commentary track" prompt--any snippet of Chapter 22 of The Falcon and the Rose!

One of my favourite chapters! In fact, if I remember right, it was THE chapter in the early part of the story that kept me going because I had to write everything else before I could get there.

For those who haven't read it, Chapter 22 is where the miscommunication between Rosslyn and Alistair blows up into a massive argument. There's so much going on with it, but the most important part is the moment after Rosslyn has let everything out and they're both now on the same page but not quite sure what to do about it:

She deflated then, folding in on herself as she clutched for the silver seal ring that had been passed to her for safekeeping, that didn’t fit her finger. Her gaze slipped from Alistair’s even as he reached for her, the silence between them roaring so loud he almost missed the choke from the tears held stubbornly back in her eyes. Yet even so she was drawing up, pulling away, smoothing into the posture and poise of the noble façade that would remain, untouched, even as the soul beneath it shattered like glass. “Your Highness must excuse me…” “Rosslyn, wait.” His hand found hers. Her skin was cold, her battle rage spent. At the slightest tug, she went unresisting into his arms and he embraced her, tucking her away from the world and from his own selfish, sulking refusal to see how close she had been to breaking all along. “It’s not your fault,” he breathed into her hair. “It’s not. None of this is your fault.” Hesitantly, still fighting for control against the tide that threatened to swallow her whole, her hands slid around his waist to fist in the back of his shirt. When she mastered herself enough to speak, the words quavered against his neck. “They – they’re all gone.” “I know.” “It’s just me.” “I’m here.” “I have no idea what to do but I – I can’t ask them because I’m the only one left.” “It’s not your fault,” he repeated, and wound his fingers into her hair.

Up until this point she's been careful to appear in control, and her first instinct here is to hide her vulnerability, not just because protocol demands composure, but also because at this point in the story she's become so used to dealing with things on her own because there's nobody to help share the burden. She's also been ignoring said burden, because doing otherwise would mean dealing with the guilt and feelings of inadequacy over her parents' deaths. The seal ring is one of a couple of symbols for the responsibility of the teyrnir (the other main one being the sword) and it's important that it doesn't fit properly: it's too big, and even after she gets it resized, the urgency of the war means it's a botched job that creates a spur on one side that chafes a callus into her skin. It's a memento from her father but also a reminder of the burdens he left on her shoulders.

This is the first time that she's admitted to another person that she's struggling, and it's important that Alistair's response is that he's there for her and that it's not her fault. It took a few rewrites to get the tone right, because this is the point in the fic where they truly start to understand each other. Up until this point they've been coming at the subject of the nobility from opposite directions and it's caused them to misinterpret each other's actions. It's still important though, because as the story goes on they make an active choice to learn from each other, and this moment is where it starts

I also make a big deal of Rosslyn drawing up and using her height as a way to create space for herself, as she's taller than average and can be quite imposing when she wants to be. It doesn't work on Alistair, though ;D

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Nightingale Chapter Six - Welcome to the Neighborhood

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Six: Welcome to the Neighborhood

Word Count: 5394

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

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Nightingale Masterlist

It had been three days since Jensen sent you on that shopping trip and he hadn’t seen you since. Not in person, anyway. There was evidence that you were still in the apartment, dishes he used for breakfast were always put away clean by the time he got home at night. He heard your shower running one morning and he noticed the laundry was still being done. Life on set kept him busy, but he was still able to text back and forth with you. You always responded. Your answers were pleasant, but brief.

He was certain something was wrong, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was. He had his suspicions that something had happened on the day you went to the department store. His bank sent him a text alert when the final charge went through, and it was far less than he expected it to be. Clif told him you’d been fine on the ride home, maybe a little tired. It didn’t make any sense and it was driving him crazy. Which meant he was driving everyone else crazy, especially Jared.

“Something is wrong.”

Jared didn’t look up from his phone, he’d heard the same thing from his co-star for days. “We’ve got a few minutes, why don’t you give her a call?”

“Nah, I want to talk in person. Its just our schedules don’t seem to match up.”

“She’s recovering from a concussion,” Jared pointed out. “She doesn’t have a schedule.”

“She’s got a sleep schedule. You know how hard it is with us, we work all kind of weird hours.” Jensen picked at the edges of his paper coffee cup, a nervous habit. “I never paid it much attention before, you know Dee was never around for filming. I’m sure its nothing, it just feels like she’s avoiding me.”

The mention of the ex-wife broke through Jared’s annoyance. Jensen looked like a dejected puppy and Jared had a soft spot for puppies. “Look, I’ve got a later call time tomorrow. Why don’t we switch some things around, I’ll shoot my stuff first?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m probably making a bigger deal out of it than it is. It just feels weird because we spent so much time together before work started back up.”

Jared’s eyes narrowed in speculation as a sudden thought struck, “You’re avoiding her.”

Jensen scoffed and tossed his cup in the garbage, “What did I just say?”

“Nuh huh, I don’t buy it. You are direct to a fault, if you wanted to talk to her, you would. You’re waiting for her to come to you, why?”

“Because I don’t want to push,” Jensen finally admitted. “Obviously, I’ve done something or misread things. I don’t want to make it worse.”

“Talking is not going to make it worse. And if you did do something to piss her off, apologize.” Jared waggled his eyebrows, “Turn on that Winchester charm, I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jensen deadpanned.

“We’re switching call times,” Jared retorted. “I can’t take another day of unrequited drama.”

He was in the kitchen when you waltzed in at 7:30 with a duffle bag over your shoulder. The buds were blasting in your ears, so you didn’t hear him say good morning to you three times. When you finally glanced up and saw a figure holding a cup of coffee you let out a scream so loud, they probably heard it in the lobby.

Jensen immediately set down the cup and held up a hand in surrender, “Whoa, easy… hey, it’s just me!”

You rubbed a hand over your racing heart, “Christ on a cracker!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, while silently chiding himself.

You laughed, knowing you must have looked ridiculous. “No, it’s okay. I thought you were already at work.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a later call time today, so I can have a lazy morning.” He said, taking up his coffee again. “Which means I’ve got time to make a real breakfast, pancakes and everything. You game?”

He gave you a dazzling smile and you nearly melted. No one had a right to look that good first thing in the morning. Perhaps it was not seeing him for days that made it so much more apparent. Already showered and shaved, but still in his track pants and t-shirt. He looked much like he did during the week he spent taking care of you. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was curl up with him on the couch. Spend the day wrapped up in his arms, warm and safe from the uncertainties that kept you up at night.

My GOD he smells good! I wonder if he’s as good at kissing in real life as he is on t.v.? He must be, look at his mouth… and his hands.

“Oh no. No thank you, I’ve got a class at the club.”

“Oh,” he tried to keep the disappointment from his voice. “The health club downstairs?”

You looked down at your running suit that encased your body in navy blue and pink lycra. “Yeah, I’ve been itching to go to the gym. I think I used to quite a bit before the accident. My body’s been missing it.”

Judging by the way that suit hugged your curves, Jensen doubted your body was missing anything. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Actually, I’m taking one of the classes for seniors. I talked with one of the physical therapists down there and he helped me find something low impact.” You laughed a little, “I’m the youngest person by like forty years. Mrs. Hudson keeps trying to set me up with her grandson.”

“Mrs. Hudson?”

“She lives on the fifth floor, has a toy poodle named Mitzi and she is a huge Supernatural fan. Like, obsessed.”

“You don’t say,” he smiled a bit. “She want an autograph?”

“Yeah, but not yours.” You grinned, “Misha’s.”

He rolled his eyes, “Typical.”

“She also offered me a hundred bucks for a sneak peak at the plot for this season. I told her I’d think about it.”

“If she goes up to two hundred let me know, we can split it and go somewhere nice.”

You both laughed softly then fell into an awkward silence.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

Your reply was quick. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“I know with my schedule and everything, we haven’t had much time to talk. It just seems like there’s something bothering you.”

When you finally looked up with your big, blue eyes, he knew he was right. He saw the uncertainty in your gaze, and it worried him. There was something you weren’t saying. What could he have done to lose your trust?

“Sweetheart, tell me. Is it me? Did I do something or say something to upset you?”

“No, no.” You sighed. The last thing you wanted was to worry him or anyone else. But Jensen was a persistent man, once he caught wind of something, he wouldn’t just let it go. It never occurred to you that he’d blame himself.

“Did something happen on that shopping trip? Did they not have what you needed?”

“No! They were all great, really. Thank you again, it was lovely.”

He gave a slight shake of his head, there was that slightly cool politeness. Rigid and formal. Not like you at all. “I kinda expected you to spend a little more, I mean… are you sure it was okay?”

“I got all the essentials, Jay. I didn’t need anything extravagant.”

“It was supposed to be fun; you know. A treat. Extravagant is part of the package.”

You didn’t reply to that. You knew he would only feel badly if you told him how that trip made you feel dirty. That you were worried that your presence in his life was being misinterpreted by pretty much everyone. That you were worried that deep down, that you were just not worthy of someone like him. Not as you are. Broken.

Jensen knew he couldn’t force you to confide in him. It wasn’t fair to push you just to satisfy his own doubts. “I don’t want you to be late to your class so, maybe I’ll see you later, okay?”

He was letting you off the hook. Giving you a chance to make a hasty escape. If you had a brain in your head, you’d take it. But you couldn’t just ignore the poorly masked hurt in his eyes. Somehow, he got it into his head that this was his fault, and you couldn’t just let him sit with that.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Jay. You’ve been amazing. I just feel like I should be doing something. I want to contribute.”

“All you need to focus on is recovering. Don’t worry about the money thing, I know people get a little weird about it, but it’s not a big deal.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You crossed your arms over your stomach as you leaned against the counter. “I feel this pull to be active, to help people. I don’t know what I used to do for a living or even what I’m good at. I just know I have to try. There must be something I can do to be useful in the world.”

“Y/N, you’ve got a heart the size of Texas. I’m not surprised that you want to help people. And you should follow that feeling, but you gotta walk before you run.”

You gave a small smile, “Why do you think I’m in geriatric aerobics? I still get tired and my stamina is crap. I’m trying to build up my strength. Maybe I’ll stumble upon a forgotten talent.”

“I’m sure you will.” Jensen studied you for a moment, there was still a bit of tension in your posture. Your beautiful eyes were still a little guarded. He was certain there was more to it but decided to drop it for now.

“You should get going, don’t want to be late for class.”

“Yeah,” you picked up the forgotten gym bag and headed for the door. “Hey, um… do you think you’ll have a late night tonight?”

“Actually, I’ve got a light schedule. I’ll probably get out of there at a decent time.”

“Well, maybe we could have supper,” you suggested, chewing on your lower lip. “I saw a Tupperware in the back of the freezer that said Five Alarm.”

Jensen let out low whistle, “Oh, I don’t know Y/N. That’s Grandma Ackles award winning, Five Alarm Chili, it would burn the pants off a little lady like you.”

You scoffed, “If you can take it, I can take it.”

“I’m a Texan. I was born breaking horses and breathing fire.” He laid it on thick, exaggerating his accent. When he added a wink, you turned red.

“Shut up,” you laughed, shaking your head. The man was too cute, and he knew it.

“Alright, alright. I’ll start the crockpot and get the Pepto on standby.”

There was such softness in his green gaze as it flickered over your face. This wasn’t the first time a moment like this stretched out between the two of you. He said so much with those eyes of his, you swore you could feel the caress of them on your soul. Yet, he held back, closing his hands into loose fists at his sides. The warmth in his eyes turned uncertain and in that moment all you wanted to do was reassure him.

Your doubts quieted just long enough for your instincts called the shots. You stepped forward and wrapped him in a tight hug.

Jensen immediately reciprocated, his strong arms coming around you, holding you close. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This felt right. You felt right. Every time he had you in his arms, he felt something settle in his heart. You felt like home, it was that simple.

“You should get going,” he breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t want to worry Mrs. Hudson.”

You felt tingly. Warm and fuzzy, all the way down to the soles of your shoes. No wonder Dean Winchester was so popular, the man portraying him was everything a woman could possibly want. Kind, strong, handsome, and funny. Hard working and generous. You had a long way to go if you were going to be worthy of a man like that. Better get started.

“Yeah, you’re right. See you for dinner?”

“It’s a date.”

You were still floating when you stepped into the elevator. You were no closer to answering the million questions you had about yourself, but you felt more centered. More sure of yourself and your path forward. Jensen always managed to help ground you and settle the doubts buzzing in your brain. That was just part of his magic.

The elevator paused after just a couple of floors, stopping to pick up another passenger. The doors slid open to reveal a small child. A little boy with shiny, black hair and a Buzz Lightyear doll clutched in his arms.

“Hey there,” you smiled, looking around for the adult who must be close by. “Are you lost?”

He didn’t say anything, but his big, brown eyes welled with tears as he hugged his doll even tighter.

You stepped out of the elevator and crouched down to his level. Poor little guy’s terrified.

“Is your mom around? Or your dad?” Getting no answer and seeing no worried parent around you tried another approach. “Do you live on this floor?”

This time he shrugged.

“A lot of these hallways look alike, huh? I get a little lost myself… say, do you know that big, fancy fountain downstairs? The one with the lights and the fish?”

His brown eyes grew wide, and he nodded. Jackpot, kids love those koi fish.

“Well, there is a really nice lady at the desk right by that fountain. She knows everyone in this building and knows where we all live. I bet if we ask her really nice, she will help us out.” You stood and held your hand out to him, “What do you say?”

Keeping Buzz in one arm, he grabbed your hand tightly and rode down to the lobby by your side.

His name was Christopher, and his frantic mother was already at the reception desk. The squirming toddler on her hip squealed and reached out when she saw you walking towards them.

“Mama!” Christopher tugged out of your hand and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him across the lobby.

“Christopher!” The mother dropped to her knees, scooping him up along with his sister. From the muffled, relieved scolding, you pieced together that he’d been playing hide and seek with his sibling and got a little too creative.

“You scared me to death!”

“I’m sorry Mama,” he cried into her shoulder.

You picked up the discarded doll and gave the frazzled mother a smile, “There’s no harm done. We just took a little elevator ride. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Maddy,” she replied. She allowed her children to slide to the floor but kept a hold of their hands. “Thank you so much… I swear these two will be the death of me!”

You looked a little more closely at the pair, they were like a matched set. Same height, same facial features, eye color, hair. One boy and one girl. “Twins?”

“Christopher and Casey. When they turned four, they figured out how to bypass the Netflix password and open any locked door. I think they’re bent on world domination.”

You laughed and noticed the tiny paint splatters in Maddy’s clothes and across her face. She wore old overalls with ripped knees, rolled up at the ankle and a faded bandana keeping her hair up. Her bare feet were paint splattered too, she obviously just ran out of her apartment in a hurry.

Middle of a project. Hyper, bored kids. Single mom?

“Would you like some help?”

Turns out you were right. Madison “Maddy” Montgomery was a single mother of five-year-old twins. Christopher and Casey. Her ex, Jake, was a military man who valued his career more than his wife and kids. He still kept in touch, but really had no interest in raising a family. A year ago, she moved to Vancouver to be closer to her sister and have a fresh start.

“So, what happened to your face? You owe money to the mob?”

“Boating accident,” you replied, loading your roller with paint. “I zigged when I should have zagged.”

Maddy rolled out a heavy drop cloth over the hardwood floors of her dining room. “Rookie mistake. So, what do you do when you’re not wrangling wayward toddlers?”

“Well, today I do this.”

“No kids of your own, huh? What do you do for a living?”

“Ah, well, I’m not really sure.”

“Identity crisis?” Maddy guessed.

You kept your attention on applying paint evenly. Part of you wanted to just gloss over the details of your life, keep the conversation light. After all, it was a pretty strange set of circumstances. Instead, you decided to take a leap of faith and be honest.

“Sort of. Amnesia.”

Maddy paused mid-way through taping off the woodwork. “Whoa, seriously?”

Before you knew it, the whole story came tumbling out. It was such a relief to share it with someone. The aerobics group only knew cursory details about your injuries and physical limitations. Jensen and Jared knew and were great, of course. But this was the first time you actually told someone about it. A perfect stranger, until an hour ago.

“Wow. Y/N, that’s… that’s intense. So, you have no idea who you are. Where you’re from, you’re family. Nothing?”

“No. Not really, just my first name and a couple of random memories.”

“That’s…. wow. That must be terrifying.”

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “Mostly, its frustrating. Thank God for Jensen, he helps keep me from spiraling out of control.”

A look of wide-eyed recognition crossed Maddy’s face. “Wait, Jensen Ackles? Your dashing hero is the super hottie in the penthouse?”

You stole a look over shoulder, “Yes?”

Maddy laughed then, “Girl!”

“Do you know him?” you asked casually.

“Not like you do, obviously,” Maddy teased. “I’ve met him in passing a couple of times, he helped me carry in groceries. Super sweet guy and gorgeous. My sister watches that show of his religiously.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten into it recently myself.”

“You don’t say?”

“Shut up,” you grinned, unable to stop yourself.

“I heard he was back on the market, finally got rid of that ball and chain.”

“He was married?”

“You weren’t kidding about that amnesia, huh?” Maddy took a slender paint brush and started on the edging work. “I only ran into her the once. One of those tight faced, model types, you know. Kinda bitchy, dismissive. I was relived to hear he divorced, a guy like that deserves better.”

Your mind was ticking away. Jensen had never mentioned a wife. Ex or otherwise. With your concussion, you steered clear of computers. Plus, something about looking up information about your friend on the internet seemed sleezy. Mean. Deceitful, even. And Jensen was that, he was your friend. No matter where things went with him, first and most importantly, he was your friend.

“Yeah, he deserves better.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Maddy and the kids. By the end of the day the dining room had received two coats of paint and the kids were successfully fed and down for a nap. Casey fussed a bit, but eventually settled. Maddy said both kids had been down with the flu a couple of weeks ago, but Casey hadn’t been able to shake it completely yet.

“It’s par for the parenting course,” the young mother explained. “The doctor says its because of her allergies. Always worse this time of year. Her father was the same way.”

“Poor kiddo,” you murmured. Something tickled at the back of your mind. You couldn’t quite shake it nor bring it to the surface. God, was that ever frustrating! Your only choice was to leave it be until it decided to let you remember it. Pushing yourself would only bring on a migraine.

You exchanged numbers with Maddy as she saw you to the door and promised to help her tackle the kitchen when the time came. That 70’s style linoleum had to go!

You were happier, lighter as you headed back to the apartment. You felt more normal than you had since waking up in the hospital. Today’s activities hadn’t been what you expected, but they were exactly what you needed. You could feel tentative hope blooming that perhaps you weren’t broken after all. There was a part of you that survived the accident after all. You still had the ability to make friends.

A part of you worried that although he said otherwise, Jensen was only interested in spending time with you because he felt guilty. But the afternoon with Maddy and her kids bolstered your confidence and worked to quiet those doubts.

There was a spring in your step by the time you got home. The smell of Grandma Ackles chili had your mouth watering the minute you opened the door. No wonder it was award winning. Your phone buzzed with a text from Jensen saying he’d be home in an hour. That left you just enough time to shower and change out of your rumpled clothes before dinner.

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood,” Jensen said, shrugging out of his leather jacket and tossing it on a one of the bar stools.

There was music flowing from the sound system and the kitchen table was set for two. You were wearing an outfit he had never seen before. A simple, soft sweater in light blue and a dark, denim skirt that hit mid-thigh. Those incredible legs of yours were encased in thermal tights that several of the ladies on set favored. You turned to him with a smile, your long hair was unbound and swung freely around your shoulders as you moved.

“I am in a good mood, had a good day.”

“Yeah?” he asked, as you handed him a beer.

You opened a bottle of water for yourself, “Yeah. It was a great day.”

And so the evening went. Lovely, normal, warm, homey. The two of you exchanged stories of how you spent your days. Jensen was thrilled to hear you’d made a new friend. He could see the difference in your posture, you were hopeful. And your laugh was back.

Sitting there with you, having dinner at the end of the day, fulfilled a fantasy that he’d kept buried deep down. It was so simple; most people took it for granted. It was the feeling of family. He was close to his family growing up, and still was in a lot of ways. But he wanted one of his own. A best friend to go through life with, a partner. Danneel was supposed to be that for him. It looked like it on the surface, but it never felt like it. Never felt like this.

Y/N listened intently as he told her mundane details of his day on set. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as it could be. No fight scenes, no big speeches. Pretty boring from his perspective. His ex-wife certainly would have thought so, but not you. You were fascinated. Maybe it was because you didn’t come from a Hollywood background like Danneel did. You thought it was the most magical thing you’d ever heard. It reminded Jensen of his first trip to a television set. He thought it was magical too. He’d forgotten that until now, and it felt good to be reminded of it. To be reminded of why he fell in love with the film industry to begin with.

The two of you had loaded the dishwasher and moved to the living room to unwind when the doorbell rang, followed by frantic knocking.

Jensen got to his feet and signaled for you to stay put when you went to follow him. It was late and no one ever came to the door without at least texting first. There was a flash of Dean in him at that moment, protective.

He looked through the peephole, then unlocked and opened the door. “Can I help you?”

From your place on the couch, you could hear familiar voices and you were quickly at his side, “Maddy? What’s wrong?”

Your new friend was frantic. Christopher was beside her, hiding behind her legs, while his sister wailed in her mother’s arms. “Y/N, hey I’m sorry to bother you. It’s Casey, her fever spiked, and I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Do you need to go to the E.R.? We’ll give you a ride,” Jensen offered, concern written all over his face.

“No, my sister is on her way. I’m know its short notice, but would you watch Chrissy?” Maddy asked, shifting Casey on her hip. “I have no idea how long this is going to take; I could be there all night and that’s torture on a five-year-old.”

“Yeah, of course,” you were already grabbing your shoes to head up to Maddy’s apartment.

“He can stay with us,” Jensen said without hesitation. “We’ve got it covered, no problem.”

The relief on Maddy’s face was instantaneous. “Really?! Oh, God, thank you so much! I owe you.”

“You don’t owe us anything,” you assured her and held out a hand to Christopher who threw himself into your arms. “Keep us posted, okay?”

“I will, thank you again!”

Jensen closed the door as Maddy disappeared down the hall and you stood with the toddler clinging to you.

“So…. Nintendo?” he suggested.

If you weren’t already completely charmed by Jensen Ackles before, you certainly were now. The man loved kids and it was adorable. He quickly won over the little boy with chocolate milk and his collection of remote-control cars. You had a suspicion that they weren’t meant for rough play, but Jensen didn’t seem to care. In fact, he was having a ball! He set up the living room and foyer as an elaborate racetrack and the three of you stood on the couch in your stocking feet while cars zipped around the floor. The floor, which was lava, of course.

After an hour or so, they moved on to the world of video games, which was housed in Jensen’s bedroom. You let the two of them hash it out, since your head was beginning to ache. Video games had that effect on concussions, so you sat back on the bed and watched with great amusement as Christopher beat Jensen at Mario cart.

After a few minutes, the bright colors and movement made the headache bad enough that you decided to go grab a couple of pain pills. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your skull.

“Oh!” Your hand went to your temple, then it was gone. As suddenly as it had started, the pain left and in its place was a memory. The thought that had been tugging at you all afternoon finally broke through.

You didn’t notice Jensen was by your side until he touched your shoulder. “Y/N? You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed as you processed the new information that had just shaken loose. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just remembered something. I’ll be right back.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket and went out into the hallway, leaving Jensen to keep an eye on your houseguest.

“Y/N?” Maddy answered, her voice slightly muffled by background noise from the hospital. “Is everything okay? Is Christopher alright?”

“He’s fine, I just thought of something. Have you seen the doctor yet?”

“They just took us back to one of the exam rooms now. This place is packed!”

“Okay listen, I noticed something about Casey earlier today, but it didn’t click with me until now. There is a dark ring around the iris of her eye, it’s called a Kayser-Fleischer ring. It’s caused by a buildup of copper deposits.”

Maddy was looking her child over on the other end of the line, after a moment she responded. “Yeah. Yeah, I see it.”

“Tell the doctor to check for Wilson’s disease. It’s a liver disorder. It’s rare, but treatable.”

“Wilson’s disease, got it. How are you so sure about this?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, wishing you’d gotten more than just a flash of a magazine article to go on. “I don’t know. Call it instinct.”

Jensen looked up when you slipped back into the bedroom, “Everything alright?”

You returned to your spot on the bed and Christopher came up to cuddle beside you. You ran your hand over his hair in soothing gesture as your turned over the new information in your mind. You were relived and excited that something useful had broken through. Hopefully, it would help. You remembered that article word for word, if caught early on and monitored closely, people could live quite easily with it. Your gut said that would be the case for Casey.

“I was just checking in with Maddy. They’re fine, just waiting for the doctor.”

He nodded and looked down at the child who was snuggled into your side. Obviously, he had chosen his place to hunker down for the night and Jensen was more than okay with sharing his space. “Good. How about we wind down with a movie?”

“Toy Story,” Christopher piped up.

“Excellent choice,” you agreed.

A couple of hours later, the credits were rolling and the three of you were cuddled together in the center of the massive, king-sized bed. The kid conked out early on and you followed not long after. Jensen didn’t realize he had nodded off himself until the sound of your phone vibrating against the side table jolted him awake. He extracted himself from the cocoon of blankets and pillows and reached over you to grab the phone. You were a heavy sleeper and never even moved when he answered in a hushed tone.

“Maddy?”

“Jensen, hi. Sorry, I know its late.”

“No, it’s okay. Y/N and Chrissy are asleep, but I’m up. How’s Casey?”

“Better,” the young mother breathed, relief clear in her voice. “We’re on our way home now. Y/N was right. I still have to bring Casey back for tests in a few days just to be sure but, Y/N was on the money. The doctor didn’t even want to check, thought I was out of my mind. Thank god she saw it, I never even noticed!”

“Yeah,” Jensen murmured, looking down at your peaceful face. “Thank god.”

“Seriously though, how did she know about that disease? The doctor in the E.R. wasn’t even familiar with it.”

“I don’t know… she’s full of surprises. Listen, Chrissy is pretty comfortable here and you’ve had a hell of a night. Why don’t we keep him over-night and bring him home in the morning?”

“Oh my god, are you sure? I don’t want to put you out.”

“It’s no problem, he’s a great kid.”

“It’s official, you are my new favorite neighbor! Thank you, Jensen. Seriously, you’ve been great. And tell Y/N thanks, I’m so grateful I met her today!”

Jensen smiled as he hung up the phone and put it back on the charger. He settled back down into the bed and pulled the covers over the three of you. God, he’d had fun with you and the kid tonight. Until you came into his life, he was never around long enough to get to know any of his neighbors. It felt incredibly good to be a part of the community, even in this small way and he had you to thank for it. Maddy had it right. Grateful was exactly how he felt as he drifted off to sleep. Grateful he’d met you. Grateful you’d stuck around. Grateful you were curled up beside him, even with a child sandwiched in the middle.

The mystery of who you were was slowly unfolding as more fragments of your memories came through. And he was grateful to be at your side, witnessing the slow reveal of the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.

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[pinkrose1422]

I had a wet dream about Marcus from Arcane and it had plot and I just-

When did this happen?!

In the dream I was Silco’s wife but Marcus kept acting out. He’ll follow orders to ensure his daughter’s safety but he wouldn’t make the best of efforts, just the bare minimum that he can get away with with Silco. So somewhere along the way (in my dream I never met Marcus. I knew how he looked but I didn’t like being with Silco during meetings) I offered the idea that if Marcus got attached to something else, more to lose, than he’ll behave better. More consciences lead to better results.

So I offered the idea that I’ll try to woo Marcus in dating me and have him grow attached. It took a year to woo him into really accepting me and by then Ren had gotten really attached. When we started this façade Ren was 3 and it took a year for Marcus to really accept me into his life. He never mentioned Silco in the three years we dated (only dated. My dream self always avoided topics of marriage to not give him ideas) and I never asked him why he would come home more stressed than normal. I was just the quiet loving little girlfriend who took care of the child.

But he got suspicious of me because he slowly noticed that I would leave the house for hours on end and suddenly return and make up lies. I always covered my bases though; if I lied about going to the spa, than I’ll pay the spa to lie that I was there and even offer to show him the check in book which had my name on it. It’ll drive him mad because deep down he knows something is off but his girlfriend always has an alibi. After awhile he kept thinking he was just paranoid because of Silco and took it out on his girlfriend.

Not only was I there to be held as leverage against Marcus but Marcus would sometimes rant about work (never mentioning Silco. Just Piltover stuff) and I’ll sneak off to tell Silco everything. Silco can manage getting that information but what better source than The sherif himself?

Eventually Marcus drew too suspicious and I eventually found out that he wasn’t suspicious of me sneaking out to speak to Silco but had thoughts I was cheating on him with someone else and was using him for statues or money. I told him no and eventually spoke to Silco. Silco agreed with me that I might need to lower my visits even less frequently and try to up my game with Marcus. I asked Silco if upping my game meant I had to ensure his love and loyalty to me no matter what? Silco said he trusted me to do what was necessary after double checking I had absolutely no feelings for Marcus, I didn’t. My dream self was strong on not falling for this man even though she did enjoy the life of not worrying about getting robbed liked in the undercity.

Eventually she went on a date with Marcus to the park. Something not overwhelming like a dinner date but social enough that they can just walk at their own pace. But at the park they saw a proposal and you can see Marcus mentally thinking ‘if she isn’t cheating than she won’t mind marrying me.. Ren already loves her and calls her mom’. It took him a week or so to actually pop the question. He did it at home (my dream self always mentions she doesn’t like social events or eyes on her. She paid it off as being shy but she didn’t want to accidentally have someone see her and recognize her). She said yes to the proposal and Ren was out the house at Marcus’ parents out (him having parents was so random to me in the dream). Eventually we went upstairs and 😉😳 this was our first time because I kept pulling the “ I want to wait till marriage” card on him but in reality I had Silco and didn’t want to do that but Marcus kept getting suspicious of me so I needed to do what I had to do to ensure he believed I loved him.

The dream was spicy after that. The next day Marcus kept kissing me all over my body and I was so shocked at the 180 of his personality. My man straight up became a lovesick puppy after this.

Eventually everything was going great until he caught me out the house 3 weeks later. I came home too late (left Ren with a baby sitter) and it was so late I couldn’t lie saying I was shopping. I went to Silco to report everything (politics, the marriage proposal and the sex) and he was angry but satisfied that Marcus seemed leashed on me. Than I mentioned if anything goes wrong I can pull a “I’m pregnant” card. Silco agreed with that idea. But I came home that same day late and Marcus was furious. There wasn’t a lie I can say to convince him I wasn’t with someone else. So I told him I was feeling sick and went to the doctors. He called me out saying that it’s too late for the doctors and I told him that I went in the late afternoon but stood outside to clear my head. I told him I was pregnant and didn’t know how he’ll react. He was shocked and we both agree to talk more tomorrow after his shift. My man didn’t know I was prepared and already had a fake pregnancy stick ready by the time he returned home. He was shocked and honestly devastated because he knows Silco will 100% use this against him. Silco rarely mentioned the gf because you can break up with a gf but to marry them and now have a baby on the way? Definitely solidified him being scared of everyone getting hurt. Marcus was shocked and he left the house to clear his head. I took that time to come up with some plan. Idk if I was gonna actually get pregnant or not but I already paid off the doc to lie about the visit and test (everyone has a price. Especially for shimmer). I kept thinking of getting pregnant with Silco’s baby so that way I can actually be pregnant but not with Marcus child.

Sadly eventually I woke up from the dream right after Marcus came home and we argued if we were keeping the child or not. He didn’t want his now growing family to be hurt or killed by Silco and I wanted to keep the (fake) “baby” so that Silco would have more leverage on Marcus.

It was honestly a good dream but so fucked up because every time I played with Ren I kept thinking “I wonder what Jinx is doing right now.. I wonder if she’s playing right now too.. or making something”

and when I would cook for Marcus or rub his stiff shoulders and he’ll smile at him with a spark in his eye I would automatically think “I wonder if Silco ate dinner. I hope he rest so he’s not sore in his chair from paperwork”. I legit never got attached to this family. My mind was always in “this is a job. This is my mission. For Zaun! For Silco and Jinx” mindset.

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