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nyasiaaaaa · 3 months

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In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)

Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cursing, blood, Slight smut ( hand job), Kissing, angst, hurt/ no comfort Tommy Shelby, ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) ( Also Y/N is on dick, IDKY she acts like this)

A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 part 6

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Week 1:

The first 72 hours after surgery were rough; everyone was waiting around to see if he would slip in the night. He made it through. Well, he started breathing on his own, so that was good, but he still hasn't woken up. In the mornings, you would continuously walk past his room, peaking through the window, seeing if he was still alive, seeing who visited him. You always watched, but you never went in. During the day, you worked with other patients, and at night, you would sit by his bed and watch him sleep every night.

Week 2:

Tommy was still in a coma, and every day, your fears worsened. All the what-ifs ran through your head; what if he never woke up? Still, every night, you were by his side waiting, watching.

Week 3:

Two nights ago, Tommy woke up; you were "talking" to him, which you did most nights to help with the silence and pass the time. You were busy ranting about your day and this horrible patient who had come into the ER as you knitted a sweater.

"So then she yelled at me, telling me I'm a stupid bitch who needs to go get a real doctor to check her out. So then, you know what I did? I gave her a piece of my mind," you said, pausing to focus on the sweater for a second.

"You did, eh?"

If it wasn't for the fact that you could see his eyes open, you would've thought you had hallucinated. You rushed over to him, dropping the sweater on the floor.

"Tommy, are you ok? How do you feel? Do you need some water? Hold on, let me go get the Doctor." You were about to rush off when you felt yourself being pulled back slightly

"Let another nurse get the doctor; you didn't finish telling me your story." His words came out rushed, almost as if he was pushing them out so he could take a breath.

"Ok," You laughed as you wiped the tears on your face and held his hand tightly.

Week 4:

Tommy was getting better every day; he wasn't making huge milestones, but he was meeting his goals.

You walked in to check on Tommy during lunch after finishing up with most of your work for the day. You caught him trying to bring his head down to his hands so he could put the cig in his mouth. This might not seem like much, but the fact that he could get the cig out of the box in the first place was huge.

You walked up to him, taking the cig out of his hand before licking your lip and running the cig across them. You held the cig between your lips as you reached down and got a match from the box; you lit up, taking a drag before placing it in Tommy's mouth.

"Thank you"

"You welcome."

You walked towards the end of his bed, picking up the paper for Today and walking back up towards him, pulling a chair with you along the way. You placed the chair next to him, taking a seat as you flipped through the paper.

You stopped flipping to reach up and take the cig from Tommy to ash it before giving it back to him.

"Anything interesting," he asked.

"Nope, the only thing is that it seems your horse came in 3rd place at the derby; congratulations, Mr.Shebly."

Again, you reached up, taking the cig from his mouth, ashing it, and then giving it back. Tommy rested his head back and closed his eyes as he finished his cig.

"What else does it say?" he turned to look at you. "Read it to me," he asked, and you did; for the rest of the afternoon, you sat there reading the paper to Tommy as you lit and ashed his cigs for him.

Week 5:

It didn't take long for you to catch on that Tommy couldn't read. Well, it's not that he couldn't read, but he couldn't see. Tommy was on a load of medication, and you couldn't even remember everyone, let alone the dose of each one. You were getting his medicine ready for him, but you could only remember three out of six of the medications, and you didn't read the doses for them.

You looked around for Tommy's chart and saw it was on the nightstand across the room next to him.

"Tommy read the medicines and doses out loud for me; I can't remember if I'm doing this right, so just read them all, please,"

Tommy grabbed the clipboard and looked at it; you waited a bit, giving him some time to locate the information.

Seconds turn into minutes, and Tommy still hasn't said a word; you turn around to catch him holding the clip close to his face, moving it far away, and then back close up.

"Tommy"

He looked over the papers one more time before handing the clip out to you; you walked up, took it out of his hand, and then walked back over to the medicines; you fished up and brought them all over to Tommy.

"I'm going for lunch with the other nurse. I'll be back." You walked toward the door, opening it before you turned back toward Tommy.

"I'll send for the eye doctor to come about." You gave him a tight smile before closing the door and heading out for lunch with your friends.

Week 6:

Tommy started his physical therapy a couple of days ago, and every day, you accompanied him. You didn't have to be there for his physical therapy, but you wanted to, and you had the feeling Tommy did, too.

You sat at the opposite side of Tommy, who stood at the end of parallel bars; he held himself up as the physical therapist told him what to do.

"Ok. Now, Mr.Shelby, when you are ready, start walking down to her; take your time. Don't rush."

Tommy started to walk towards you. It wasn't the most stable, and it was very slow as he basically dragged himself along the bars as he walked. He only made it a few steps before taking a break to catch his breath. You could tell he was embarrassed if anyone saw him right now….

It's been a few minutes, and Tommy still hasn't moved; you don't know if he's in pain or if his mind is racing with fear of the future.

You pick the newspaper up next to you and quickly glance over.

"Tommy, I knew you had a horse racing this weekend, but you didn't say it won first place." You held the newspaper up, covering your face as you spoke. Your poker face wasn't the best, but you needed to get Tommy out of his head.

"Bring it here."

You knew you had him, seeing as it was early in the morning, and neither John nor Arthur had been by to tell him the actual placing of his horse.

"Wow, won by an Inch, a close call, they say. Hey, what's the type of payout from a win like this?" You Ignored him as you continued to "Skim" through the paper.

You peeked around the paper to see Tommy walking towards you. He was still struggling, but his steps had much more determination behind them.

He reached the end of the bars and leaned on them as he held his hand out.

"Oi, give it here."

"You can't even see the words on the paper, Tommy."

"Don't care"

You handed him the paper, and even though Tommy couldn't see, it didn't really matter; on the cover of the newspaper was a big picture of a gangster who had been killed.

Tommy's horse had raced the other day, and the papers had the result, but it would be on Today's paper, and Tommy was holding yesterday's.

He let out a puff of air as he read over the paper. He looked up at you raising the papers, and he did,

"Where's today's paper?"

"I don't know; I think the mail boy is running late." You glanced over your shoulder as if you were looking for him. "He should be here soon, maybe even by the time you finish your therapy," you gave him a smile with a thumbs up.

"Now, going on, turn around; you still have about an hour to go," you said, cheering him on.

He looked at you briefly before Turning around and walking back towards the Doctor.

You watched Tommy continue on the bars before switching to some weight lifting and more. Today ( Monday) was the start, but by Friday, you could already see the difference in his steps and how confidently he took them; he was getting better and stronger every day.

Later, you learn that his horse did, in fact, win first place.

Week 7:

Tommy has been doing very well in physical therapy to the point where he is off the bars and is now walking around with a cane; he can't go far, but it's a start. You still go to every appointment even though no one asked you to; you still go, just like how you still sit with Tommy through the night even though he's been out of the woods for weeks. You don't know why you are doing this, but you can't stop.

Week 8:

You were exhausted; you had been doing this for eight weeks now, and to be honest, you were surprised you had been able to keep this up; you hadn't spent a night at your apartment in weeks. You were always at the hospital during the day and night; you slept next to Tommy at night but only caught a couple of hours if you were lucky.

And your body ached in places you never knew could hurt; sleeping in that chair every night started to make you have bad posture. You had to stop; you had to start going home, getting a good night's sleep, and taking showers in the comfort of your own home; you need rest and space.

You decide that starting Today, you will go home instead of staying with Tommy for the night; you finish your shift like usual, but instead of heading towards Tommy's room, you head outside to head home. You decide not to tell Tommy that you aren't going to be "staying the nights" anymore; you don't see any reason to. Tommy is usually asleep by the time you come, and you are gone by the time he wakes up, so he wouldn't know the difference anyway, and you feel like if you did say something, he might see you as…… Creepy.

Week 9:

You ended up taking three days off. That first night you got home, you slept the best you have in your whole life, and the following day, you couldn't get up, so you called off; you stayed home relaxed, read, and just spent time with yourself. You didn't realize how bad you need this until day two came, and you called out again because the idea of returning to work makes you sick.

Again, you rested, cleaned, and just spent time with yourself; the quiet is what you enjoyed the most, and the smell of anything other than chemicals and bleach. Again, on the third day, you called out, but you told yourself that this would be the last day; after this, you would head back to work, so you needed to enjoy it while it lasted, and you did. You went to the market and shopped for food, went out to the pictures during the time, so it was empty and quiet, and even went to a boutique in town that you've always seen but never gone to. By the end of your day, you were tired, but in a good way, you felt good enough to head back to work.

The next day, you headed to work with a bit of a skip in your step; you missed Tommy; you would never say that out loud, but you did.

You walked in and said a quick hello to the other nurses before. Heading off to Tommy's room, as soon as you entered the room, you smelled opioids. You looked around the room for the source and found a pipe next to Tommy on the bed. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands as you studied it.

You reached down and pushed Tommy.

"Wake up, Tommy. Wake up." You pushed him again; he was lying on his stomach, and his arms circled his pillow. You pushed his once more as you yelled, "TOMMY!"

He began to stir as he lifted his head up to look at you; you looked at yourself dazed before darting his eyes to what was in your hands and then back to your face.

"What?" his voice was raspy.

"W-what is this, Tommy? This is bad for you, and especially with your injury, you have no business doing this; the damage it could cause is irreversible.” You were upset. You had gone over everything Tommy could and couldn't have, what he could and couldn't do.

"I needed to sleep," he said before laying his head back down.

"You sleep fine; if you didn't, you could've asked for some tablets to help."

You guess he was tired of hearing your voice cause he covered his ears, letting out a groan; he Lay there for a second before turning and sitting up; he looked at you and nodded his head toward the cane, leaning up against the wall.

You walked over, got it for him, handing it to him as you still awaited an answer for why he was smoking this.

"Tommy, you don't make sense; I've been watching over you for weeks; not once have you had trouble sleeping; every night when I'm here with you, you've fallen asleep like a baby full off milk. Smoking this can cause brain-"

You stopped talking as you realized what you just said. He didn't wait for you to continue, and he stood up, putting all his weight on the chain as he pushed himself off the bed. He starts walking, and you let him pass with a word as he heads to the bathroom.

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You haven't talked to Tommy all day, you've been avoiding him, and you're unsure what to say.

You've walked past his room a couple of times, and every time you peak in, it's like he can sense you cause he immediately stops what he's doing and turns to catch your eyes. You quickly turn away and rush off to do nothing, nowhere.

Nightfall came, and you couldn't go home; you didn't want to.

You walked towards his room slowly; you were nervous.

You enter the room and is relieved as you see Tommy asleep; you pull up a chair next to the bed. You rest your legs against his bed as you slide down in the chair, trying to get comfortable; you close your eyes as you try to call to sleep.

"The bed would be more comfortable."

If he could see in the dark, he would definitely know that you're awake. Your body practically flinched at his statement; your eyes remained closed, though, too scared of what you might see when you open them.

You lay as still as possible, hoping that he would think you were sleeping.

"You can sleep there if you want, but if you don't," he trailed off as he pulled back the blanket and made space for you.

You remain quiet not because you still want him to think you sleep but because you don't know what to say or what to do. Getting in bed with him would be highly inappropriate; he's your patient, and you're his nurse.

But your body was already starting to hurt from this chair, and the night had barely begun, and besides, it was just sleeping.

You crack your eyes open to get a quick look and find Tommy already lying back down with the covers still thrown over, making a spot for you; you get up slightly before sitting back down; you couldn't do this; there's no way you should just g-

You got up so quick that you didn't even realize that you had started to walk towards the side of the bed where Tommy had made space for you; you slipped your shoes off as you slowly crawled into the bed.

You were glad that Tommy had his back towards you; you couldn't even begin to imagine what might happen if he watched you crawl up next to him.

You lay down, slipping your legs under the covers as you pull the top half over your body. You also decide to lay with your back towards Tommy, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. You snuggled up in the cover and let out a sigh of relief as the aches your body felt started to go away.

You close your eyes and again called out to sleep.

You felt the bed shake, and you froze.

You were already warm, but now you felt hot.

Tommy had pressed up against you and put his arm around your waist, tugging you back closer to him,

"Tommy wh-"

"Shhh," he whipped softly.

He had nuzzled his head in between your neck. He molded his body to fit yours. You just lay there, unsure of what to do, but as soon you realized that his body stilled and his breath evened out, You knew that he was sleeping and that you were stuck. You lay there for what seemed like forever till, eventually, your eyes grew heavy, and you fell asleep.

Week 10:

Things between you and Tommy were…… something. It wasn't awkward, but a lot of things went unsaid. You were grateful for the lack of conversation; nothing ruins the moment more than asking what this was. Though you fought it at first, now you can't imagine a night that doesn't end with you in his arms. To say you're conflicted doesn't even come close; every night, you're one step closer to doing something you can't come back from, something that would be hard to regret.

Week 11:

You were trying to do paperwork at the nurse's station when you heard your name being called by a fellow nurse; you looked up, giving her your full attention.

"Mr.Shelby refuses to let me give him a bath and request that you come see him."

"Ummm, ok, thanks." You slowly get up and head toward Tommy's room

Tommy hurt himself a couple of days ago. Because of his incident, he required help doing things like using the restroom, putting on clothes, and showering. You had helped him with the clothes but had been off shift when help with the other things was requested.

You entered the room and headed to the bathroom, seeing as you didn't see him anywhere; once you entered, you saw him sitting in the tub with his back facing you. As you slowly walked closer to him, you saw that he was smoking; as soon as you were in his peripheral, he turned his head to meet your eyes. He took a long drag as he looked you up and down; you stood there uncertain, hopping from foot to foot; your discomfort was written on your face, clear as day. You couldn't help it; Thomas Shelby was sitting In front of you in a bath, fully naked.

"You asked for me?" He just looked at you, eyes skimming your body repeatedly as he finished his cig.

"Doc says I need help, can't do much, hate to tear my stitches."

"And what was wrong with the other nurse?"

"I don't know her." he struggled his shoulder and put the cig out, looking up at you.

You tried to take a deep breath, but it got cut short once you remembered the situation you were in. Your throat felt as if it was closing with every step you took toward him. Your hand fidgeted by your side, grabbing your dress and trying to ground yourself. You took one final breath as you reached him.

Deciding you couldn't look him in the face, you got behind him on your knees. He sat up straight in the tub, and you reached towards the wall to grab the sponge from the hook. You dipped the sponge in the water and started washing his back.

It was painfully quiet; all you could hear was the water splashing and your shaky breaths.

You finished with his back and put your hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards you.

You're so close that his back rests against your chest; you press your hand to his chest to keep him in place as you continue to wash his chest.

He stares up at you, but you keep your eyes focused,

because your eyes are glued to his chest, you can't help but notice the scars littered across it.

You let go of the sponge and began to trace every scar that you see across his chest,

You know there's a story behind everyone

And you want to hear it.

Suddenly, he reaches up and grabs your hand; your eyes snap up to look at his, and his eyes dart down to your lips before looking back at you.

You were barely breathing before, and you're certainly not breathing now.

He let go of your hand and reached up to grab your face; he brushed his thumb across your cheek before pulling you in.

Your lips brushed against his playfully, almost as if you were hesitant,

But you weren't

You crashed your lips into his

He grabbed your head in between his hands, pulling you closer. His lips were rough against yours, and he tasted slightly of tobacco, but you didn't care.

You were close but felt the need to be closer. You reached your hand down in the water and grabbed him; you gave him a slight squeeze before stroking him.

His cock twitched in your hand, and his breath hitched.

He let go of your face as his head fell against the rim of the tub; his breath quickened as you increased your pace and bent down to kiss his chest and up his neck.

You stop at his jaw, nibbling along it before going back down to the base of his neck and slowly licking up; you lick up till you reach his lips, pausing and hovering above them.

You slow down your pace and stroke him slowly as you kiss him.

Suddenly, Thomas places his hand on top of yours, stopping your movements; he pulls your face back from his and just stares at you.

You're not sure what the look is, but the feeling in your stomach tells you it's not good.

You pull your hand away from him and sit back on your knees.

He gives you a look over once more before clearing his throat and turning away from you.

He grabs a cigs and lights it before putting his head back and closing his eyes.

You just sit there.

You look down at the floor, your eyes shifting back and forth as your eyes begin to fill up with tears.

Your throat starts to burn as you hold back your tears.

You get up almost in a panic; you refuse to cry in front of this man.

You walk out of the bathroom, and you don't run.

He can't know.

The door barely closes behind you before you let the tears fall. You wipe your face fast with your hands.

Your walk slowly turns into a jog before you start running towards the nearest bathroom.

You push open the door, shutting it and locking it behind you.

You take deep breaths to calm yourself down; words can't describe how you feel.

Why

Why.

Millions of reasons and insecurity raced through your head, you felt sick to your stomach.

You've never felt so stupid in your life; of course, ...... of course, he would never.

You kept saying to yourself, but you couldn't even think of a real reason as to why.

You felt someone knock on the door and yell something, but you weren't listening; you were trying to get out of your head.

You pushed yourself off the door and walked towards the mirror. You gripped the side of the sink as you stared yourself down.

You took one last deep breath before standing straight and fixing your hair and clothes.

You grab a couple of paper towels, cleaning your face up.

You stand there looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

You nodded towards yourself before heading out of the bathroom and back towards your station.

You sit back at your desk and begin some paperwork.

The rest of your day goes smoothly, Thomas never rings, and you never go in there.

You finish up your day and head home.

Once you arrive home, you grab the bottle and take it to bed with you.

You lay in the bed, all bundled up, taking the occasion swing of your drink.

Staring at nothing.

Till you fall asleep

Week 12:

You haven't seen Thomas since that night.

Not because you've been avoiding him, but when you came to work the next day, he was gone.

An overnight nurse said he checked out a little after you left.

You don't know how you felt about that, honestly.

You aren't conflicted between feeling happy or sad about it.

Honestly, you feel sorta relieved,

Now you don't have to decide whether you could be with a man like him.

You felt free,

from him

And from being honest with yourself about how you feel about him.

The only thing that you know for sure is that you'll pray that you never run into Thomas Shelby again.

Because honestly—

Despite everything

You're still hooked.

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eletricheart · 11 months

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You're Losing Me

(Mother Miranda x Reader)

*image creds to the owner

Word count: 1.255

song: You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift

ps: i've been trying this new way of writting my stories, i have the ideas but i still cant put it all in one story, so i'm connecting it to the song lyrics, just to get it out yk.

ps2: angst

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You say: I don't understand, and I say: I know you don't

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Miranda had come back to the cabin after spending a week inside the lab. She expected to see you waiting on the couch but you were nowhere to be found inside the house.

It was three in the morning, way past the time you usually went to sleep. You considered waiting for her, at least during the first two days.

Miranda found you sitting outside, she sighed and sat beside you.

"You're late." You stated, keeping your eyes closed in a relaxed position.

She shrugged. "I had much to do."

You huffed. "I'm sleeping in my room, alone."

Miranda furrowed her eyebrows and looked at you. "I don't understand."

You sighed. "I know."

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Miranda stayed around for a couple days before diving into work again. You became used to it, the silence, the loneliness.

You would spend hours sitting in your shared room, remembering how long it took to decorate since you had different tastes. Remembering how the morning sun would always give the woman a holy aura.

You missed her.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired, even for a phoenix

Always rising from the ashes

Mending all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

This time the priestess came back during the morning, but only for a few minutes. She had forgotten one of her notes for the meeting with Alcina.

You reassured her it was fine, you were fine, she could go, you could talk later, it's okay.

She just never noticed you.

Stop, you're losing me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losing me

You'd rarely see her now. She was either busy with experiments or in another meeting with one of the Lords.

You started to hate the cabin, you would walk around the woods (the lycans were smart enough to not bother you), sometimes you'd even accompany Duke during his sales.

Miranda only noticed when you weren't there once she arrived, but didn't pay much thought into it.

Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

You started to sleep less, to match her schedule.

You were exhausted, everyday you tried something new, anything to have just a moment with her.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

You had woken up to Miranda looking for something in the drawers, waiting for her to find it in order to speak.

You sat on the bed, facing her. "Mira, it's one a.m, can you stay? Just this one time, please."

She looked at you, hesitantly. "I apologize for waking you, but this is urgent. I'll be back, wait for me. Okay?"

You weakly nodded and she left without another word.

How long could we be a sad song?

Till we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Miranda was stressed after the service at the village, and you were faithfully listening to every single complaint she was making. You dutifully supported her, just like all the other times she returns with a list of complaints big enough to write a book.

You accepted when she wanted to go over to Donna's for tea, even tho the priestess claimed you couldn't join because the dollmaker didn't like strangers.

Sometimes you still tried to prove that you could be there for her, but the woman never listened.

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (you're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

Miranda stared at you in confusion. "You don't even like crows."

"But you do, this can be a group project, they become bearable when you're around." You responded, with a pleading smile.

She took a deep breath. "Sure, maybe next month."

You rolled your eyes. "I've got nothing to do right now, can't you fit this in your schedule?"

The priestess shook her head. "I have more important matters to attend to. We'll do this when I'm done, okay? Just wait a bit more."

And again, you nodded and she left.

And I'm fading, thinking

Do something, babe, say something (say something)

Lose something, babe, risk something (you're losing me)

Choose something, babe, I got nothing (I got nothing)

To believe, unless you're choosing me

You stood next to the door with your bag next to you. Duke had kindly offered to take you on one of his trips, you accepted of course, now you just had to tell Miranda.

Part of you wanted to just leave a letter, giving her the same consideration she has given you, but you couldn't. So now you were waiting.

When she arrived, the first thing to be said was "I'm really tired right now, we can talk tomorrow."

You were righteously annoyed, so you took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm leaving."

Miranda stopped before the stairs and turned around. "What do you mean by leaving?"

You nervously bit your lips. "Duke invited me to travel, I said yes."

She chuckled. "No."

You arched a brow. "I'm going Miranda, I just wanted to let you know."

Her smile turned into a frown. "When are you coming back?"

You laughed. "Really? That's what you're asking?"

"What do you want me to say?" She asked, slightly annoyed.

"Ask me to stay! Why is it so hard?"

"If you want to stay, why are you leaving?"

You put your hands in your head, trying not to cry out of anger mixed with sadness. "I just want you to care."

She sighed and walked towards you. "I care, why don't we talk about this later? We can unpack your bag, I'll even tell the Duke you reconsidered."

Tears were sliding down your face, which she was carefully wiping with her fingers. "We're not gonna talk, we never do."

Miranda nodded and pulled you in a hug. "I know, I've just been very busy lately. You understand, right?"

You nodded, weakly, hugging her tight.

She smiled, faintly. "Good. Let's go back up, it'll be over soon, you just have to wait."

You gently separated from the hug and looked her in the eyes. "I need time."

Miranda frowned. "You don't need to leave for that."

You smiled, weakly. "I know, but I want to."

The woman looked at you with furrowed brows and a frown, but still nodded. "Will you come back?"

"I don't know."

You're losing me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losing me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

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clockworkbee · 11 months

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you're losing me was going through jude's head when cardan exiled her btw

More like, for both of them? I mean, for Jude obviously, in the time between TWK and QoN but both of them throughout QoN as well...?

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

like that line speaks for itself??? She spent (who knows how much) time thinking for a way around Cardan's words and even when she did, she was just so mad at herself for falling for his trick that she thought it wasn't enough, fearing it wasn't going to solve anything.

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

all of this fits how Jude felt during the time between twk and qon but oh, that last line? Imagine Cardan thinking the stuff he wrote in his letters, thinking she doesn't want to come back anymore because after all he told her about himself, she might have 'placed' her ambition in the mortal world, wondering if he should throw out everything they built or keep it after she's dealt the final blow ? (Because he doesn't know she's not getting the letters, only thinks she chose not to respond!) </3

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix Always risin' from the ashes Mendin' all her gashes You might just have dealt the final blow

not only that, later in qon when Cardan says you never break and Jude feels like she's barely keeping it together?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

That's Cardan at the end of twk and later when writing those letters, btw 😭💔 he was so sure she'd get it and be impressed and then he was just panicking, writing her all those letters, not knowing she wasn't receiving them, only that she was choosing not to respond or return.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision I know my pain is such an imposition

I mean, Jude's pov after the ending of twk, sure, but also Cardan's pov when she was captured by the Undersea? Cardan's pov again, when she wouldn't respond or come back? Cardan's pov again when she's taken by Madoc? And then Jude's pov again when Cardan leaves her after confessing his love, then turns into a giant serpent leaving her to act as the Queen and with all the authority and power she'd been wanting for so long??? (I'm not crying!)

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway And you know what they all say "You don't know what you got until it's gone"

Come on, it's both of them! Both of them knowing what it feels like having lost one another?

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

alright, that's both of them again, and quite literally, it hurts. Jude bled and bled and bled, and Cardan turned into a serpent + got his head cut off, just for the sake of being done with that prophecy and his and Jude's home!

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

It really hits when you think that Jude fought half the time thinking of it as her home and in QoN, not only Cardan's kingdom, but also hers, and Cardan was there addressing her as his Queen but just being a simple faerie boy for her, her Cardan!!! But ofc. it's Jude coz being at the frontline, being the one to free him of the curse and all that?? ❤️💔

And I wouldn't marry me either A pathological people pleaser Who only wanted you to see her

Is that just Jude or Cardan as well? They both wanted to be seen and they both saw eachother and understood eachother best.

And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

Jude at the end of twk and Cardan afterwards...

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing) "To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

that's literally Jude before cutting off the serpent's head because she'd rather lose him than keep him bound, she'd rather risk it all, she'd rather choose him to be free, she'd rather have nothing at all, if only she gets him back, if only he chooses her (which he did)!!! *Screaming!*

That was pretty long but omg, thanks for that ask. The moment I heard the song, I was all about them in my head and if not for you, I never would have put it into a post 🥺

#jurdan #you're losing me #tfota #the wicked king #queen of nothing #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #twk #qon #the folk of the air #holly black #taylor swift #midnights #tfota asks #bee's answered #midnights as jude and cardan’s version #tfota + lyrics

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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Hello!!! May I request ''let me be there for you.'' w/ Kaeya? Please and thank you? Of course take all the time you need in writing this or feel free to disregard it all together :) Oh, and I'd just like to say that your writing is *mwah* IMACCULATE <3 Anyway, have a pleasant day/night!

Hey there, Val! <3 Thank you so much for your request, this really was the perfect prompt for Kaeya. I got the initial idea during the weinlesefest event and figured it goes well with the prompt. I apologize if this is all over the place though... I'm struggling with writer's block at the moment but I really wanted to get this one done. Also, is heavily inspired by “On my own” by Ashes Remain, hence the title. (also, thank you so much for your kind words. <3 Hope you have a great day, too)

Prompt: “Let me be there for you.”

On my own – Kaeya x gn!reader (hurt/comfort)

As soon as Kaeya returned home that day, you knew that something was wrong. Although he tried his best to put on his usual gleeful smile when he greeted you, you easily realized that it was nothing but a mere act to hide the fact that something had upset him. You could tell from the way he carefully avoided your gaze, almost as if he feared that you’d be able to read his thoughts if you looked at him for too long.

You frowned. It wasn’t a secret that Kaeya liked to keep his struggles to himself, that he always tried to sort things out for himself, no matter how awful it made him feel. And you hated it – you hated that he probably felt like he had to go through all of this on his own. But what you hated even more was the fact that there really was nothing you could do to help him.

“Rough day?” you asked softly. Maybe he would tell you what was bothering him, just this one time. But instead, he just shrugged, flashing another smile at you that was as fake as Nimrod’s promise not to get drunk again. “I’m fine.”

If someone had asked him why he kept lying to you, Kaeya wouldn’t have known the answer. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being dishonest – it hurt him so much to lie to your face, to pretend that everything was fine when it wasn’t, and he knew you well enough to realize that his dishonesty hurt you too. (It would be foolish to believe that you didn’t notice how he always avoided your questions. And Kaeya wasn’t foolish.) Heck, maybe it would have even helped to talk about the things that kept him awake at night recently but whenever he thought he had gathered the courage to do just that, he suddenly couldn’t find the right words – and in the end, he always remained silent.

It was stupid, really, to think that he still had to deal with everything on his own while you were right there in front of him, ready to listen to him, to comfort him when he needed it. There was no doubt that you would do everything in your power to help him – if only he could bring himself to finally talk to you, to tell you that recently, he had been thinking about his father and his childhood at Dawn Winery a lot. That he sometimes wondered what would have been if his father hadn’t left him there.

How could he, though? How could he tell you all of that without making it sound like he wasn’t happy with his life right now? Like he wasn’t happy with you by his side?

“I’m fine,” Kaeya repeated slowly but even he realized how fake he sounded. And judging by the way you were looking at him, your eyebrows slightly raised, your pretty eyes full of concern, you noticed it too. He tried to crack another smile. “I really am.”

“It’s not going to sound more convincing if you just repeat it often enough,” you told him, the tone of your voice still so gentle that he almost caved in. But no. You already had things on your plate – you shouldn’t have to deal with his problems, too. So, he just pressed his lips together and shook his head, pushing you away once again.

With a deep sigh, you plopped down on the sofa and reached out for the Cavalry Captain, inviting Kaeya to sit with you. It took him a few seconds but then, he hesitatingly sat down next to you, back straight and hands curled into fists.

“Hey,” you said softly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk. And I understand that there are things that you don’t want to tell me. It’s just… it hurts me to see you like this. It makes me feel so helpless.” You paused and shook your head. “What I’m trying to say is, please let me be there for you. I know you want to deal with everything on your own but – the thing is, you don’t have to. I’m right here.”

For a while, Kaeya didn’t reply anything, and the room went completely silent. Through the opened window, you could hear the distant chatter of passersby as well as the jolly chirping of birds.

Then, as you almost started to believe that he wouldn’t react to your little speech in any way, you felt him leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You kissed the top of his head and wrapped your arms around him. “Nonsense. There’s nothing you have to apologize for.”

“But you were worried about me. I never wanted that.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

With a shaky exhale, Kaeya buried his face in the crook of your neck. He still wasn’t ready to talk about his father or the constant thoughts of “What if…” that occupied his mind recently, and maybe he would never be, but for now, he allowed himself to push these worries aside as he melted into your embrace, indulging in the certainty that you were there by his side, no matter what would happen in the future.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support. <3

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b0r3dtod3ath · 11 months

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Can we please have some like proposal/wedding headcanns for ash.and like what are wedding would look like pls.

a/n: Hello! Ty and sorry you had to wait so long. I have seen your request but I was a bit busy and also didn't feel very inspired. I hope you like it! (btw i tried to make this list gender neutral)

warnings: none.

word count: 830.

masterlist

-"I want to propose to Y/N" Ash randomly says during a band practice. Everybody looks at him. They are a bit surprised, not because he wants to marry you- it was obvious that it was gonna happen one day, but because he stated it so out of the blue. "Joe, how do I do that?". And just like that the band and also Tommy started brainstorming.

-He bought the ring while he was on tour in Europe. Ash would always give you a call or a text when they arrived at a new location just to let you know everything is fine. He also called at night if it wasn't too late. "I love you too. Oh and also don't stay up tonight. It will be late when we will be done with everything. Guys said they want to check out the mall here and later go to for a pint.". It was halfway true- it was going to be late when they finish everything but they were going to the jewellery shop to try and buy you a ring. He knew he would sound nervous the next time he will talk to you so he kinda wanted to postpone calling you. Picking the ring wasn't very hard. He knew what you like and what you don't. Every time you two would pass a jewellery shop later in the day he would note down you comments. The ring size wasn't a problem as he has had gifted you a ring as a present before.

-I am convinced Wilbur would try on a ring that Ash liked and pose for a photo. That photo would be deeply hidden because of Ash's paranoia and fear that you would find out.

-So when everything was planned he asked the boys not to come. It was supposed to be a private moment and he would feel even more stressed (if it was possible) if someones eyes where on him.

-You two were to go for a dinner date to celebrate your 4th anniversary. It wasn't anything super fancy and expensive but it was a nice dinner at a local restaurant near the beach. As you were talking and eating Ash could feel the box in the pocket of his trousers. As if it was asking to be freed. But it wasn't the time yet, Ash's plan was different. "Oh I'm so full. The food was great! Where are we going now?" You said as his hand finds yours. "I was thinking maybe we go for a walk. Maybe the place where we had our first date? You remember?". It was a 10 minute walk. Not really long but you took your time. The conversation about your relationship over the past 4 years naturally popped up. You two would talk about the happiest moments. As you were stepping on a beach all you two could feel were rocks under your shoes, light breeze hitting your cheeks and a little warmth from each others hands and the setting sun. Little did you two know, Wilbur and Tommy hid behind you. They knew Ash told them not to come but they wanted to take a perfect picture of you two. You two were looking at the horizon. "So actually I wanted to tell you that you are the most important person in my life and words cannot express how much i love you" he took a deep breath to calm himself before he detached his hand from yours, removed the box and got on one knee "Will you marry me?" Tommy and Wilbur were going crazy, they were so exited but they had to keep quiet and unnoticed as they took some photos for you future kids.

-The wedding was held in a small countryside venue. Lots and lots of flowers everywhere. You didn't do a classic "first look". The boys blindfolded you and brought you two together. "Oh I'm gonna trip, Wilbur. If I fall I swear to god I will kill you." Ash giggled at you remark only imagining how you looked. When you two found each other you held each other tight. Ash was whispering only for you to hear "I don't think you understand, Y/N. I am the happiest man alive. I love you so much. By the way, you smell really nice." You two started laughing at his remark. Boys didn't know what was going on.

-The wedding party was amazing. James, Tommy and Billzo had a little stand up show that they came up with. Wilbur had a live music segment. Food was amazing. Everyone was happy.

-You two were so tired you couldn't think about anything else but sleep. When you got to your hotel room you helped each other undress which was filled with giggles and kisses.

-"Goodnight my spouse, I love you." "I love you too, my husband".

-You all had a breakfast with the guests in the morning. "Did you fuck?" Tommy's question caused Ash to nearly choke on his coffee.

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tartarusknight · 6 months

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I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else. - 1/10

SUMMARY:

Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason.

“Then come stay with one of us,” Robin says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.”

The words don't hurt as much as he thinks they should. “Not that much safer.” He spits back out and she blinks. “Max is as good as dead. Eddie is dead. And guess what! We were in groups!” The shouting makes his throat burn but he can't calm down.

Chapter 1: Truth is like blood underneath your fingernails

Steve couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by everything. Spring Break was a nightmare. Max was in the hospital, the Sinclairs refusing to leave her side. Eddie was dead, left in the Upside Down no doubt to be eaten by the monsters that called that place home. Dustin was limping around with more than just a broken foot from the loss. Robin was throwing herself into helping at the school right beside him, keeping the two of them as busy as possible. The Byers, Wheelers, Hoppers, and Argyle were at the cabin trying to fix it up so Hopper and El could stay there. And it all just felt useless.

The military was there once the ash started falling from the permanently gray sky. They closed Hawkins down, all roads barricaded. Steve wasn’t sure if they were trying to contain the Upside Down or study it though. It’s not like they were stopping the people from disappearing. No, they just made it so no one else could run. They were all trapped in this Hell, forced to hear about another person who didn’t make it through the night. Monsters who have been coming out during the night and picking the surviving townspeople of Hawkins. Mornings of people finding their door with claw marks, or blood on the streets.

It was safe to say everyone was on edge. Steve wasn’t letting that stop him though. He was at the school every day with Robin and sometimes Nancy. Steve liked it when Nancy joined them. It meant that Robin wasn’t worrying about Steve. He was already dealing with the looks people gave him because of the red mark around his neck. His back and sides were in constant pain and it kept him on edge. And this time felt different.

They hadn’t won. They failed and someone died because of it.

He knew that Nancy was holding onto the guilt as well, but Steve was too. He didn’t know Eddie well, but the death had hit him hard. He felt like every waking moment was filled with things that would remind him of Eddie. His personality, his last moments, the feeling of pain and teeth. He knew what it had felt like but he had been saved. Eddie hadn’t had the same luck. No one had killed the bats attacking him. He was torn apart to the point where he couldn’t hold on. It made Steve sick.

It made him hyper-aware of his own injuries that he had slapped gauze onto after a shower each morning. The black ooze that leaked from his body made him sick to his stomach, unable to keep any food down. And if he let Robin in, she’d know. She’d see through him and know that something was wrong. It felt like poison in his veins. Like he was dying. Like one of these nights, he wouldn’t wake up. But he kept waking up. He kept picking Robin up and heading to the school. He kept dropping her off. He kept going home alone, putting up a barrier between him and Robin. He kept falling asleep earlier and earlier in the night, too exhausted to do anything else. But he kept waking up and that’s what mattered.

Not the black blood that he’d sometimes choke on. Not the way he barely could keep anything down. Not the fear he had of failing them. Not the fear of dying. Steve could handle this and they could focus on what really mattered. He’d drop Robin at the Wheelers where she’d spend the night with Nancy because her parents would never let her stay at Steve’s. He’d pick her up and he’d continue to help at the school.

Where he could lose himself in the repetition of making food or helping bandage some of the people up. Each day seemed to merge together. The sky grew darker and the constant rain of ash in the air made it all dull. The grass was dying out, and piles of ash gathered, making it feel like Fall all over again. Steve was sick of it, but indoors, you could almost pretend that everything was alright.

Well, if you ignored the way it seemed to get into everyone's lungs lately. How people came in with bandanas over their noses and mouths. If you ignored how unnatural it all was. Steve did his best, but the coughing around the gym forced him to remember the issue.

“Hopper was hoping we'd go over soon.” Robin appeared at his side and he flinched. He hadn't even heard her approach.

He glanced over to see if she noticed his unease and wasn't surprised to see the worry on her face. He placed the shirt he finished into the correct pile and glanced towards the windows. You could barely tell that it was daytime. “Want to go grab Dustin? I'll meet you at the car,” he murmured and Robin nodded. However, she didn't move. “Robs,” he said softly and she backed down. With a squeeze to his upper arm, she headed over to Dustin.

Steve rubbed a hand over his face, feeling like he was one open nerve lately. The longer he ignored the pain in his body, the more places began to hurt. His jaw aching for no other reason than to piss him off. He headed to the doors, opening the gym to the apocalyptic world outside. As he slid into the driver's seat, the door to the school opened and the other two hurried over to his car.

They covered their mouths until they got into the car, Dustin in the back, Robin next to him. He pulled out of the parking lot, going much slower because of all the damage throughout Hawkins. The other two didn't force conversation, letting the radio play instead. Before Spring Break, it would have worried Steve.

Dustin and Robin were always talking about something and he was used to it. But it was harder to fill the space now. Steve glanced in the mirror at Dustin who looked older than he had just a week ago now. It made his chest ache but he didn't have the right words to say. None of them had the right words anymore.

It was impossible to say that the group didn't break after their loss. Everyone was taking it differently and Steve wanted to claim that he did what he always did. That he looked out for the kids and made sure everyone was alright. But he couldn't. He hadn't been able to say a single word about any of it.

The car came to a stop outside of the cabin and Steve glanced at the clock, showing it was past 4. But the world around them looked darker. Like the sun had set already. He watched Robin and Dustin get out. Dustin's hobble was evident as they both covered their faces from the Upside Down ash raining from the sky. Steve didn't even bother. Slamming the car door shut and heading to the cabin.

Only as he got to the stairs did he reach out to the other two. Helping Dustin up the steps on one side as Robin took the other. Dustin's leg was healing but the stairs were still hard on Dustin. Steve lets go the moment Dustin's up the steps and hates the way even a small touch makes his skin tingle.

Before Robin, Steve often felt like that. His days were lonely and he only ever reached out to ruffle Dustin's hair or went on a meaningless date. Robin had held him for both of their sakes after the Russians. She had soothed that piece of him. But now, he felt like it had been months since someone last held him.

And Robin would hold him if he asked. She loved him more than anyone had ever loved him but he couldn't. He couldn't explain the way he backed out of a hug from Robin or moved out of Dustin's reach. His skin felt not his own. Their touch reminded him of Eddie's lifeless body.

Steve ignored the look Robin sent his way and opened the door for them. Dustin didn't look at him as he passed through but Steve didn't expect him to. Robin moved to go sit by Nancy but she stopped when she noticed him staying by the door. And like his own personal guard dog, she stayed by his side instead.

He tried not to flinch out of her reach as she tried to take his hand in hers. But she noticed, she always seemed to notice. Her hand dropped and Steve didn't dare to see the hurt on her face. Instead, he looks over the party. At the exhausted, worn down faces of his friends.

Hopper had maps of Hawkins up on the wall. Red pins mixed with black ones all over. Big jagged lines were drawn on the map to show the way the town split apart. Steve didn't understand how they could stand to look at it every day. But maybe they were all better at compartmentalizing. Maybe they were able to keep moving forward. Onto the next battle.

Joyce moved over to him and Robin, in her hands were two cups. Steve knew not to turn her down, taking it even if he didn't think he'd be able to stomach a single drop. “You two doing okay?” Joyce asked quietly and Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“As fine as we can be,” he promises and she looks over his face like she doesn't believe him. Instead of calling him on it, she gives his wrist a small squeeze.

As she walked over to where Dustin joined Will and Mike, he subtly shook out his hand. Joyce's touch made his skin crawl. “Steve?” Robin's voice was quiet and he looked over at her. She looked over his face and must not have liked what she saw because her face dropped into worry.

“Let's get started,” Hopper says and the room falls quiet. As if they were all just soldiers waiting for their next order. “I've been working with the police and military the past couple of days. This is what I've gathered,” He gestures to the board.

Nancy took over easily, “After the earthquake , there were many missing people. The police did their best to get a rough estimate, marking down who was and wasn't accounted for. It was a little hard with half of Hawkins running but, they did their best. The black pins are for the bodies they've recovered.” She nods to the map and Steve feels sick at the amount of pins on the board.

“The red is for the people who were accounted for after the earthquake who disappeared. Showing the... well the scene were all being foreced to get used to. The bodies they've rediscovered are torn apart which is only more proof that monsters are coming out of the gate. Henry hasn't made his move but the Upside Down isn't quiet.” Nancy states and Steve looks closer to the map.

“They're going after the area around the lab,” Joyce says. Her eyes go over everyone, slowing on Steve, but not stopping. “But we want to make sure no one will be alone.” She says and Steve tenses up. He can feel more eyes on him and knows that they are talking about him. Everyone else had paired off. Even Robin was at the Wheelers. She tried to fight to stay at Steve's but her parents didn't allow that and Steve knew she'd be safer with Nancy.

His jaw clenched as he looked away and instead at the map again. The pins that were all so close to his house. A sick part of him wondered why they couldn't just kill him to get it over with. “Steve?” Robin said and she felt like a broken record at this point. Instead of replying, he turned and went back out the door.

Everything inside of him told him to get out of there. He didn't want to be babied. He was still alive, wasn't he? “Steve,” Robin called after him and wanted to laugh at how wrong it all felt. “Don't make it a big deal, just- we care.” She promises and he looks over at her.

No one else comes out after them, but they all know that Robin, Max, or Dustin are the most likely to get Steve to something. With Dustin not speaking much and Max in a coma, it was left to Robin. Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason.

“Then come stay with one of us.” She says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.”

He sees the way the words hit her and takes the moment to get into his car. The car squeals out of the driveway and he doesn't bother to look in the review mirror. Steve felt a tickle in his throat and tensed. He let out the first cough, just a short one. But it soon developed until his eyes were watering.

He glanced away from the road for a moment. But as he looked back up, there was a tall figure in the road. Steve swerved on instinct and choked on a shout as the car's wheel caught on the loose dirt on the side of the road. It swung violently until it crunched against a tree.

He couldn't catch his breath as he felt like he was choking. His door was ripped away and a long-taloned creature pulled him from the safety of his car. He was tossed like a ragdoll away from the car and he felt oddly calm about it all. Even if his bat was in the car and there was something between him and it.

He groaned as he choked on another cough. It felt like there was pressure on his lungs making them burn. His cheek hit the pavement and it felt like he was choking on blood. Another cough had black liquid spilling from his lips. No matter how much he coughed, the black splattered across the ground.

The thing crept closer but it had yet to attack, just watching him gag on black goo. It tasted like the Upside Down. As he spit it out, he remembered biting a bat in the Upside Down. He remembered the feel of their blood in his mouth. How he had tried to spit it all out but it felt like it had coated his mouth. Like he'd never truly be rid of it. Looking down at the small puddle on the road, it looked like the bat's blood.

He rolled over, startling as he noticed how close the creature had gotten. He could feel the burn of the bites from the tension in him and it was overwhelming. The creature let out a low growl before Steve was hit with a sharp pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, head smacking back to the concrete. It felt as if tens of teeth were tearing into him.

He felt tears run down his face as realized he was too far away from his bat. Too far to grab the walkie and call for help. The pain grew worse and the creature roared. Steve's throat felt raw as the pain had him screaming.

The devil's right there, right there in the details (Looking too Closely - Fink) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

The title is from My Hallelujah by Autoheart. The chapter title and endnote are from Looking Too Closely by Fink Also on ao3 You were all interested :) @ellietheasexylibrarian @nburkhardt @artiststarme @flowers-that-sing @juleswashere3 @indiearr

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mamahersh · 7 months

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For whumptober, do y'all think I should post some snippets from a really niche TMA AU I made awhile back? I can't post more than like one or two things, they'll be pretty short, and won't make sense without like an explanation post, and depending what I post might be really graphic gore.

To give a better idea, the AU is that after TMA episode 200, Jon and Martin manage to survive the Panopticon and stay in universe when everything gets remade back to normal. The twist comes in that remember how some of the bigger avatars of the apocalypse got hunted down by angry mobs (Simon mentioned explicitly)? Well, we also know from the tunnel cult that people didn't recognize Jon just from his looks, nor from his name; meaning the Eye didn't like, cosmically project who it's Special Little Boy was during the apocalypse. But we do know that avatars knew who he was, and that anyone who actually could see him walking the apocalypse could vaguely tell he might be able to help, a la Jordan. So, AU officially kicks off with Jon and Martin minding their own business trying to survive in the wreckage of the world post apocalypse and Jon being blinded after the Fears leave (spooky eye man loses sight instead of life), but Jordan Ant-Man is really pissed off that the guy who turned him into a monster during the apocalypse is getting off scott free, and so spreads word around that he knows who kicked off the apocalypse. Of course, many of the other avatars who don't want to die just yet corroborate this to try and get the heat off them, and it works. Cue bad times for Jon, and by virtue of standing up for him, Martin. Basically, my incredibly niche idea is that a show trial happens, and Martin tries his best to prove that Jon was basically innocent of ending the world and in fact had a hand in trying to save it. The end result is the judge (who I'm letting do whatever they want) sentences Jon to 3 years in prison. But, because people are still recovering and need an outlet for their rage, Jon will also be doing "community service" during that time. So long as the people who visit Jon's prison cell say ahead of time what they plan to do, and as long as they dont try to do damage to him that will significantly impact his quality of life outside of prison, its fair game. (Basically, nothing sexual, no taking limbs, nothing that would kill him before a medical professional can see to him).

However not everything in the AU is doom.and gloom! Tim and Sasha are alive in this one! (Tim's a former Desolation avatar who decided to just say "fuck the Institute" after he rose from ashes, and Sasha was just kinda spit out into a Domain after Jon obliterated the not-them during the apocalypse.) I have really sappy Jon&Tim moments already written. They finally have a chance to heal your honors.

Anyways lemme know if that sounds interesting and if I have the time I'll def post something or two for whumptober based on this AU.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma au #story ideas #tma whumptober #whumptober #i know im a small tumblr but i would love to hear from peeps if that sounds interesting to them or if its too edgy lmao

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Unconventional writer ask game: my answers

Thanks to @knuckleslove for this fun game. Thank you @queen-of-meows @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five and @lgwilt for the tag! I feel so honored to be thought of by amazing authors such as yourselves! Here are my answers. (and I hope you all tag me in your answers so I can read about your writing process)

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Honestly as long as I can remember I’ve been writing drabbles and outlines. But last year was the first time I ever completed and published anything.

Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

Hm… I know my favorite themes are those surrounding love and hope.

Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.

Lol idk about a favorite. Run-on sentences are my baseline though. Here's one from Between the Golden Arches. I definitely cheat grammatically by adding in periods when technically I shouldn't.

Loki had seen and been with many men in his lifetime. Men in various states of dress, in various positions. But for reasons beyond his immortal comprehension, this man, in his ill-fitting suit, boring blue dress shirt, and only slightly above mediocre forearms, was going to be the death of him.

Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

As much as I want Lokius to be canon, I think if I were to choose any scene from one of my fics to be in Season 2 it would be the scene where Loki meets Sylvie’s younger self, Princess Loki who has no fear transforming into her Jotun form.

Loki did a lot of changing and growing in the Loki series but an area still left unexplored is his deeply internalized hatred of his Jotun heritage. I’d like to see that addressed next season.

Passage at the end of this post (I couldn't cut it down- I love it too much). This scene is from the end of Rising From the Ashes.

What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?

I really love writing inside jokes or light banter between characters. I also really love when you can see one character taking on traits or habits of another character, showing their impact on one another.

Do you have a hyper-specific genre?/ Any personal or frequently used tags?

"Slow Burn" specifically "slowest of burns because lots of individual character growth needed" and "Idiots in Love"

Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

I do enjoy how I wrote Thor and Sylvie meeting in Here.

“Lady Loki-” “It’s Sylvie,” Sylvie corrected. “Oh, of course, Lady Sylvie.” “No. It’s Sylvie. Just Sylvie.” “My apologies.” Thor grabbed Sylvie by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “Sylvie the Just, it is indeed a great honor to meet you.”

Best editing tip?

Read your own stuff as a reader. Once I get my fics to a place where I’m not actively cringing I like to put the editing pen away and read as a reader. Purely reading allows me to notice frequently used words, pacing issues, repeated sentence structure, etc. I don't notice those things if I'm solely focused on editing individual sentences.

What drives you to write?

My favorite stories are the ones where I learn (or am reminded of) something about myself as I watch the character struggle to overcome their internal hurdles.

I strive to do the same in my stories. To tell a story that’s deeply resonate and reminds us all about the importance of hope, love, and growth.

Where do you draw inspiration?

Music. I listen to a lot of music.

What is your biggest challenge in writing?

Not giving up during that first round of editing. No matter how many times I’ve written something that ends up being something I’m proud of whenever I read a first draft of a new story I get that ugly voice that says “ah-ha so I am a fraud. I knew it. All those other stories were lucky coincidences. I actually can’t write and this is terrible.” Which just isn’t true lol.

Luckily, I know this and move past it. All part of the writing ✨ process ✨

What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Happiness EXPLOSION in my brain. And then I’m smiling about those kind words all day. I want to print each one out and put it on my wall.

1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

From the final chapter of Becoming His Mobius (posting Sunday)

A horn from a commuter train sounded outside the window. Mobius glanced at the clock beside Loki’s bed. It was later than when he normally woke up, mid-morning instead of the crack of dawn. He shifted and rolled his shoulder slightly. It was mostly healed but there was still a bit of lingering pain. He must have slept on it wrong. Loki sleeping atop him probably didn’t help but Mobius didn’t mind. He could handle a little pain. Loki stirred slightly at Mobius’ movement. “Mobius,” the god grumbled, tightening his arms around the TVA agent, “for once in your life please sleep in. We almost died last night. Surely that has earned us a bit of a respite.”

What story or scene are you most proud of?

Rising From the Ashes. I've been writing my entire life but this was the first story I have ever seen through to the end. Writing it allowed me to prove to myself that I could write and finish something I was comfortable sharing with the world. It will always have the most special place in my heart.

Thanks again for the tags! Also tagging my dear Lokius friends @mimisempai @loki-is-my-kink-awakening. It's been a joy to see some of your answers and reminisce about your beautiful stories and hope to read about your answers too @rins-love-wins

Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS cont: Loki meeting Princess Loki

The young Sylvie looked at her older self again and let out an exasperated sigh before she changed right before Loki’s eyes. They told me I was adopted. The princess’ pale skin transformed to the bright blue of the Jotun, white markings etched across her face and arms. Her red Frost Giant eyes found Loki’s and she smiled cheekily. Those eyes. Loki couldn’t suppress a small gasp. Loki had always been silently grateful his body was an illusion he hadn’t figured out how to break. Loki didn’t want to look down and see that blue skin tainting his own, those red eyes staring back at him in the mirror. Loki hated this form, his true self. This form showed him what he had always believed to be true. He was the monster parents told their children about at night. Every child of Asgard lived in fear of seeing those bright red Frost Giant eyes descend upon them in the dark. They were the eyes of demons, angry and evil. And yet, looking into Princess Loki’s red Frost Giant eyes, Loki saw none of that. He saw a cheerful, intelligent, kind, if a bit mischievous child. Loki was struck once again by how similar those eyes were to Sylvie’s, how similar they were to his own. In this child’s eyes, he saw the eyes of a hero, of a warrior. He saw eyes worthy of a Princess of Asgard.

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Howdy it's me, the ex-DSMP stan who has a bunch of fanmade DSMP-themed songs that REEK of CTB First one up: https://youtu.be/9stQnuF5QSs Til The End (Re-imagined)

The original version was similar in many ways, but the most notable changes were to the lyrics at this part In the original, the second character sings; "Child, I'm here til the end." Meanwhile in this version, the same character instead sings; "Darling I'm here til the end." The newer version sounds more like the engineer and Wars while the older version gives me more baby Time and Wars vibes. Next up: https://youtu.be/GKXUl7oLEus Oblivion This song makes me think of Wars in either the wagon on his way to the well, or hell maybe even IN Kakariko Well. The song talks a lot about regrets of the past after the singer did some terrible things and landed himself in jail for it and honestly? Wars. Some lyrics that stand out to me: "Now I lay across the dust ridden floor Knowing now that regrets shouldn't be ignored Left to waste, now I see how you must have felt When the world began to change and I followed"

In those days when we'd fight our demons together If we had started over, oh, I wonder Would I be descending through the darkness Through the fire and the rain and the mist? Would the air fail to catch me as I failed to catch you?

Would we have fallen Fallen Into oblivion?"

"Alone in this empty room All I hear now is the ambience of our faded tune How fragile of me to break so easily Fear took the lead Now I'm still falling"

Next up we have; https://youtu.be/Ytd-5KwPTIc Please Don't Make Me Choose

This song isn't as obvious as the others I've listed, but there are certain lyrics that make me think about CTB. I can imagine this song taking place while Time was acting as Wars' secret keeper after he killed Orlanda. I could also see this taking place during the war itself, as Mask sees the relationship between Wars and Spirit fracture, such as this verse; "Oh it’s not too late to go back It’s not late to take it back It’s not too late Don’t turn your back on me"

He sees Wars slowly turning into something more twisted, sees the fracturing brotherhood, and is basically BEGGING Wars to just... stop. Because Wars and Mask had something too, and Spirit is already drawing back, so Wars slowly pulling away from him? The Last God Damn Straw. And, finally; https://youtu.be/N5MmEoqgGQc Play With Dynamite (the reprise of PDMMC)

This song I can see taking place after the group (mostly) reconvenes, with Time trying to pick himself up after everyone has lost a lot of faith in Wars. Hell, this could even take place in the most recent chapter, where Wars is admitting how much he didn't CARE about the child right to Time's place. This following verse fits that very well; "And I wish that we could go back to the days Back you'd hear the words I'd say Back when I was still myself Back when you heard my cries for help And I know there's still a part of me That holds on to what we used to be Before you burned it all to ash I really want that person back" Time thinking back to when he was Mask and how Wars used to be. He wants Wars back to when they were just hanging out at that party, he wanted a brother and instead he got this. Another verse that fits very well;

"Why do I play the part of the fool With such an open heart I already know how this will end I know I'll just get hurt again Know I should listen to my gut But you're just too easy to trust Do I seek comfort in your lies Why do I play with dynamite?"

Time knowing what Wars is like. He's so scared of Wars, and yet he continues to trust him - back at the beginning of LU, during CTB, keeping his secret from everyone else after Orlanda, and now this. He wants to run, he wants to get the others and take them all as far away from Wars as he can, he just wants to know that Wars won't hurt any of them, but he can't. Wars is just too easy to trust, and he isn't sure why he keeps falling into this trap when he knows he'll just get hurt. That's what happened to the engineer, and it's probably going to happen to him too. WHOOOOO, sorry for the long ask, some of the songs that the DSMP fandom has created just STINKS of Call Them Brothers vibes and I just gotta ramble about them to you hhjasa hope you enjoy the songs I will probably find more somehow.

Ooooo these songs slap. Your choices are top notch, and I love the lyrics you picked out for each one. I especially liked "'Til the End" and "Oblivion" (though it seems that I have listened to Oblivion before; I think it was on the playlist you sent me previously?).

Thanks for sending these my way, even when all my knowledge of DSMP is all secondhand. On a side note, I am always amazed at fan songs. Music writing is hard, and I admire anyone who watches a show or gets into a thing and decides that they have to make music about it. Insane energy. I love it.

#i am thinking about the seven birds song from taz too #god what was it called??#okay i googled it it's 7 years / 12 birds #savimatteo2810 #lu ctb #ctb music #ask #me rambling

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Light Angst Masterlist

all i want (ao3) - lourrygum michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 15k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Michael has to have normal conversations with him like he didn't watch him come untouched just last night

Or, Lush isn't Luke's only place of employment, Calum is falling in love with the curly haired dork that comes in to his coffee shop on a daily basis and Michael's going to stop watching Luke's videos soon, he swears.

deleted things (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 14k

Summary: It’s different when all you have are words. Sometimes for the best, but sometimes words aren’t enough. Words without any emotion, words without any way for Calum to convey that when he types out, “I miss you a lot,” to Luke, he means it, earnestly, but not so earnestly it would make Luke uncomfortable.

But since he can’t do that, he just deletes it without hitting send. Every night.

desert sunrise (ao3) - citiesbelow michael/calum E, 15k

Summary: AU in which Michael ends up single early in quarantine and Calum has been pining for him for years, but even when they get to Joshua Tree, he’s determined not to say anything out of fear of ruining their friendship. He can’t keep a secret forever, however, especially not from his best friends.

Fast Car (ao3) - Migs ot4 E, 17k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have been married for a year when their sex life got in a way of their life long relationship. When Calum leaves for Europe they need to find someone else to fill in his place in their bed.

fate lines (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 44k

Summary: Calum makes decisions based on things that happen, and his life is a result of his series of choices, not some higher power pulling the strings. But there’s always an anomaly to the rule. To be discounted if looking at a trend, but there for a reason.

Luke Hemmings is Calum’s anomaly.

Because one thing Calum does know for sure. He met Luke Hemmings for a reason. He’s just never been sure what that reason is.

he was sunshine (i was midnight rain) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roommates, which sounds perfectly fine, but Ashton is the biggest grump according to Luke. At least, only during the Christmas holidays. Luke makes it his mission to get Ashton to like Christmas by the end of the month.

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (ao3) - fakecharliebrown luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 16k (WIP)

Summary: Ash US > Wakey wakey eggs and bakey

Luke US > lose my number

or; in which Luke and Ashton take on the world, fall in love, and pine for far, far longer than is socially acceptable. In that order.

i'm better than him (just saying) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Luke's boyfriend is a total loser, and all of his friends keep telling him. Especially Michael, who's been in love with Luke for as long as he can remember. Michael's always there for Luke whenever his boyfriend treats him like garbage. But after a disastrous date, everything goes downhill, and Luke realizes that maybe Michael has been right this whole time.

Just Keep Breathing (ao3) - Victoria_52745 G, 1k

Summary: Ashton has a bad asthma attack backstage.

morphine lover, make me numb (ao3) - swiefts luke/ashton E, 15k

Summary: He knew what the ancients said about the butterflies but right now there were planets colliding with one another inside his stomach, inevitably exploding. Feeding him with irrevocable lust. Crushing his bones and stealing his oxygen.

That’s what Luke does to him.

Maybe Ashton’s not a derailed comet. Maybe he’s a fucking shooting star, because he was falling. Falling for Luke.

Or the one where Luke is maybe more than just Ashton's fuck buddy. And Ashton may be falling for him.

put the stars in our eyes (ao3) - burstintocolor (anchormate) luke/calum M, 25k

Summary: Ben hangs up, leaving Luke still reeling. His family thinks he and Cal are dating. And they weren’t surprised. They’d been waiting for it. His mum cried because she was so happy for him. And worst of all, he hadn’t had a chance to correct Ben. Luke rolls over on his bed, burying his face in his pillow and letting out a groan.

or, luke's family thinks he's dating calum. luke doesn't correct them.

starlight & fire pits (ao3) - lifewasradical michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: “Why are we alive?” Luke asks, staring upwards at the star covered ceiling above them.

Michael snorts, tapping blunt fingernails along the white wooden armrest. “A bit existential, huh?” he says, tipping his head to the side to look at Luke.

Luke only shrugs, day heavy curls hanging by his ears. “I don’t know, I’m just thinking.”

Stay here (ao3) - kittenmichael luke/ashton, michael/calum, ot4 N/R, 3k

Summary: “Don’t disappoint me, okay?” Ashton says. “Michael and I want you two to get along, and what you did to Calum earlier disgusts me. So be nice and do as we say.” He gives Luke’s arm a tight squeeze, before following his best friend to the television screen.

or, Calum and Luke have been fighting for three days, so Ashton and Michael decide to give them a little punishment.

Take My Hand (Don't You Ever Let Go) (ao3) - Anonymous calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: where Calum has a bad day, but Ashton makes everything better.

that’s why you like it (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, bryana/ashton E, 69k

Summary: Calum starts doing workouts in the garden over the summer and Michael spends the whole time with his hand down his pants (until Calum takes matters into his own hands).

we're just taking it slow, we're taking the long road home (ao3) - Bethany_i_made_bIScuiTs ot4 N/R, 5k

Summary: 3 times Michael feels like he's home and the 1 time he says it

when the party ends (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 30k

Summary: Sadly, Calum is going to have to buy this bottle of wine. Is he torturing himself unnecessarily? Definitely. He can’t even really make himself feel pathetic about it, though. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. Of why he misses Luke so much. Of why drinking this wine alone in his apartment is a bad idea. Even without Luke actually being present, Calum is using him.

a heaven, iowa songfic.

you can hear it in the silence (ao3) - fakecharliebrown luke/ashton T, 23k

Summary: Ashton turns to look at Luke then. He doesn’t speak right away, appearing to consider his next words very carefully. He opens and closes his mouth several times, before finally, he says, “Do you think it’ll all work out for us?”

Luke hums softly. His head is angled in such a way that Petunia imagines he’s looking at their intertwined hands behind his dark sunglasses when he admits in a quiet voice, “I think it already has, Ash.”

Ashton squints at him for less than a second before he turns to face forward, closing his eyes against the bright afternoon sun, and says, “Yeah. I think you’re probably right.”

or; Petunia loves her boy more than anything in the world. When the world shuts down, she realizes that she might not be the only one.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #masterlists #angst #light angst #light angst masterlist

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I feel awake in my dreams.

I weep over my keyboard. My tears will drip between the keys and collect, eventually becoming nothing more than the same debris that always ecumluates. the dirt and sweat from my fingers typing words that i'm unhappy with. The introspection that i type here flows so smoothly with no hesitation from fear of criticsim. the fiction i write always turns into a truth. Revealing something about me and how i felt about the world at that instant, if only to myself. Devoting your life to the arts, to the further regions of the heavens known as thought, to unravling the very mystery of our perspective on the story hidden with our own is not without consequence. i am alone and unable to relate to others around me. dreams are a burden. the need to build amazing things in order to have peace is a burden which few understand the heights from which the towers we build reach. The artist builds the towers that will one day be dust. Should a man spend his time doing this? and how does a man ignore the dreams? for is the dream not his very reason for trying? What do we have left when our dreams die and we succumb to this life (and we all will) without leaving something behind? the cavemen carved ash into cavewalls. Socrates argued against preconceptions, Devinci suffered for every break through, and I, put my sweat, dirt and tears into my keyboard. and for what? to something that maybe no one will read during my lifetime or after? will someone discover what i had to say and find my words fruitful? Art is how we communicate with each other, and only by our own ignorance of the instinct do we form our own language. there had never been better or more simple ways to communicate than the methods we have now. instant messaging, phone calls, we have artificial intelligence generating paintings. we have all this, yet we have nothing more to say. we've been here for so long that every word or idea that you have or will ever speak has already been spoken by over a 100 million tongues. the more you dare consider your insignificance in the vastness of your own species, the more you lose a sense of agency over your own thoughts and the effect you have on the material plain. there's one mind. one consciousness. and the things we think about were thought by our parents and theirs. our emotions felt by over billions of little instances of conscious cognizance. brilliant and horrifying. i think i should go to sleep. per chance to dream. i feel awake in my dreams, and asleep in my reality.

#philosophy #deep thoughts #kinda depressing #writing #writers block #Spotify

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lovelyyy-luna · 2 years

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misery and bliss

fandom: euphoria

fic summary: Y/N escapes and makes her way to her aunts and cousin’s home in East Highland. Everything finally becomes semi-normal again but will her past follow her?

chapter summary: Y/N escapes to East Highland and makes breakfast for her family.

pronouns: she/her

warning: mentions of fighting and abuse

word count: 917

date: april 4, 2022

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You have left your shitty life and are finally moving on. You didn’t have any family in your immediate area so you had to drive. It wasn’t a long drive but still a drive.

You weren’t sure if your aunt or your cousins would take you back. The person you were when you were with your ex was in all honesty a cunt.

Your phone had died during the second hour and saw a payphone off the side of the highway. You stepped out and put some quarters in it.

The line rang and rang, it felt like forever, and then she picked up, “Hello?”

“Auntie? Auntie, it’s me Y/N,” you say and you can feel yourself working up a sob but contain it.

“Oh Y/N sweet girl. Are you okay? We haven’t heard from you in a long time. Where are you?”

“I'm doing okay. I’m, uh, on the side of the road calling from a payphone. I was just wondering if, um, maybe I can stay with you for a little just a couple of weeks till I get back on my feet?”

“Oh of course baby, where are you right now?”

“I'm in Valley Heights.”

“That’s only two hours away. Just come straight here okay? We’ll see you in a little.”

“Okay. Thank you, auntie, love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

You hung up and were just overcome with emotion. You couldn’t believe that she said yes. The way you acted towards her the last time, you thought for sure that if she heard from you again she would block you out.

You got back in the car and just drove. You got to East Highland around 10 pm.

You turned the car off and took a deep breath. You grabbed your small bag and went to the front door and rang the bell.

Within seconds Gia opened the door, “Y/N! You’re here!” she leaped into a hug.

“Yeah I'm here,” you grunted picking her up, “you’ve gotten so big.”

In the back, you see Rue, the last time you saw her it was bad. So bad you both ended up with bloody noses.

She smiled at you and opened her arms for you. You embraced her and everything was like it used to be.

You saw your aunt and hugged her, she held you tight and wouldn’t let you go.

When she finally did, she fixed you something to eat and you all were talking small, they didn’t want to pry about what had happened and you were too embarrassed and overall tired to talk about it.

When you were done your aunt and Gia went to bed, Rue helped you set up in her room.

You both hadn’t shared a bed since you were around 10.

You got undressed and went into bed. She laid next to you. It was the first time in a long time that you went to bed without anxiety, without the fear that he might kill you in your sleep.

When you woke up Rue was still asleep. So was the rest of the house.

You put on some clean clothes and went to the kitchen. Your aunt didn’t have many breakfast foods so you decided to use what little money you had to make breakfast as a thank you.

The sun was slowly coming up and you hopped on Rue’s bike.

You rode for just a few minutes until you saw a mini-mart.

You parked the bike at the side of the small building and went inside.

You were surprised it was open at an early hour but even more surprised to find a 12-year-old with face tattoos behind the counter.

You gave them a small smile and started to shop.

You grabbed some snacks and then something to make breakfast for everybody at home.

With everything in hand you go up to the counter and the kid starts to scan your items.

“So you new here?” He asked.

“Yeah, I just got here last night,” you said.

“Cool I’m Ashtray but you can call me Ash,” he said with his hand out for a handshake. You were surprised that he was so polite for the way he looked. But you obviously should never judge a book by its cover.

You chuckle lightly and shake his hand, “I’m Y/N.”

He puts everything in a bag and you exit to your bike. When you grabbed your bike a guy was sitting across from you, he had reddish hair and was on his phone. He was too focused on his phone to look up at you.

You get on your bike and head home.

Once you are home you get to work on breakfast. You use what you bought to make pancakes and eggs.

Your aunt came out of the hall to the smell of food, “Aww honey you didn’t have to do this,”

“I did. I had to say thank you and I’m sorry for everything that happened the past few years.”

“Baby nothing during those years was your fault.”

“But I still let it happen,” you started to tear up again, “and I promise that’s never going to happen again.”

She brings you into a hug and then Gia’s door opens, “Awesome! You made pancakes!”

You wipe away your tears, “Of course I did, they’re your favorite.”

You and Gia sit down and your aunt wakes up Rue.

You were all sitting down eating it was like you had a family again.

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heresathreebee · 2 years

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Silver Ghosts

[A Rick Flag fic]

On the first of each month, each member of GFS will write a drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character played by Joel Kinnaman.

March 2022's prompt: The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to him was that she was alive.

Masterlist other GFS projects

Tag(s) 16+ | mature language, descriptions of sex, first person Rick Flag POV, noire overtones, vague religious references, implied necromancy.

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.

Dubois was right, maybe I am whipped.

The year is 2015, just before I met June. Everyone in the world is obsessed with Capes– all excitement and not enough fear. And I was supposed to be running black ops missions to hunt felony committing metahumans for capture.

I was never meant to be here.

Here. Champagne and an indoor hot tub, our shoes littered on the clean, carpeted floor. She tugs on the ends of my loose bow tie to pull me into another kiss, not caring that her $2,000 dress was soaked through. She'd steal another one, a better one.

My hand caresses the back of her head to pull her deeper into me. She always wants to be close and I always need her closer. I had pulled her into the jacuzzi knowing come daylight, she'd be gone without a trace again just like always.

Damn that woman...

Breaking the kiss, I can feel her smile against my lips as she whispers, "can you use those handcuffs on me tonight, Colonel?"

She knows I love it when she calls me that. My pants are tight and it's not just the water making them so. When we fuck, it's slow and sensual. Every sigh that falls from her lips is soft, sometimes it's my name or a curse, and she doesn't mention that the fingers of my right hand are tangled in her bound ones. When I spill my seed inside her welcoming warmth, I cannot hold back those three little words that terrified me the most.

"I love you," I breathe into her neck. I roll my hips harder as I come down from my high and say, "I love you darlin'", over and over again.

She doesn't say it back, but I was sick with love and thought she meant it when she wrapped her legs around my hips after. I was such a hopeless fool back then.

I didn't see her again after that.

For years after my failure to capture, Waller never stopped wanting her. "She could be the single greatest asset this country has ever seen."

Magic users were our greatest allies in the purely hypothetical dogfight that Waller expected from Superman, who most considered a god amongst men. But my part in her life? That was over. I searched and I searched under the pretense of imprisonment at Belle Reve, but I never got close to her again.

Always one step behind.

We both learned about each other during our time together. If she didn't want to be caught… then she simply would not be. It was a fool's errand we were after. She was powerful beyond limitation and could not sit still long enough to trap physically or emotionally.

I tell myself I wish I had just another chance, but even while I was with Dr. Moon, I knew my idiot heart would have told her I still loved her all over again.

It is 2021 when I realize just how stupid I've been. Waller's back up plan stabs me in the heart with a piece of ceramic tile and looks like he's going to cry doing it. I'm on my back bleeding out. I can feel every desperate and frantic pump of my heart like a feral animal trying to claw its way out of my ribcage and it hurts.

The last thoughts on my mind are not of giant alien starfishes and corpsified Corto Maltesian children. They are of her and what could have been if she had just let down her walls and admit she loved me back. Did I ever truly think she would? I realize I never knew fantasy from reality when it came to her.

I have no idea how much time has passed. All I know is the taste of copper and ash like dirt in my cottonmouth and a sharp ache over my heart. My lungs burn as they gasp for air and the world is dark grey around me. I cannot move my arms nor feel my legs except for a cold chill that creeps in on me. I have never in all my ears been so afraid. I am buried alive in what I can only surmise as rubble.

When I try to scream, nothing but a troubling, quiet wheeze escapes. I try again, this time something like a pained grunt escapes. But who would hear me from my grave?

There's ringing in my ears that decrescendos into the sound of shifting rock and something else. It sounds like voices from so far away and it stupidly gives me hope. I try to scream again but I can't– despite my desire to live, I have not the strength to beg for it, so I pray instead. It is the first time since my childhood I remember believing someone could hear me.

I feel a weight lifted off of me. For a moment I believe I have died again as bright light spills over sensitive eyes, but the pain of breathing and seeing and being is too great and too familiar to be of heaven or hell. I can hear shouting but it's muffled like an ocean lives between myself and them, all I can make out is my name.

Rick. Rick. Rick.

I do not realize how cold my skin is until I feel warm hands on my face, each like a caress from the summer sun that makes your skin tingle. Something bumps my nose, something brushes my cheeks, something blocks the blinding light all around me. I open my eyes just a bit and see her.

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive. I croak her name hoarsely.

"I love you," I say, "I'm sorry…"

I have so much to tell her that I'm not even sure what exactly I'm trying to apologize for.

In return, she shakes her head, tears pouring down her beautiful face as she replies and her voice is sweeter than any church choir and stronger than any hurricane, earthquake, or tsunami combined.

"You're not allowed to die, Colonel."

And where she wills, the grass bends and the wind whips and the mountains bow. If she commands it, the universe obeys. So I will not die, at least, not today.

#three bees writing #black reader insert #rick flag x reader #rick flag x female reader #gfs drabble prompt #colonel Rick flag

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Hello my Pheeby Deeby Pumpkin Squeezy. I am here to request song 2. I haven’t been here in so long it’s criminal smh

@written-in-ash, My darling, it would be my pleasure. This "peace" by Taylor Swift. It's a song that I *almost* used as the one from folklore in the TS Drarry series on AO3, but I went with tlgad because I wanted to include Wolfstar. But this song is so Draco it almost hurts.

I adore you more than words can express. Thank you for being there for me in late-night brainstorming, deep talks, absolutely nonsensical conversations, and times when we share a brain cell.

I love you, and I love writing for you. I hope you enjoy some break-up, make-up. <3

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Just—before you say anything, before you send me away, just shut up and listen to me."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A lot of nerve coming from the man who I haven't heard from in three weeks since he stormed out of here."

"Yeah," Draco cringed. "That's what I was hoping to discuss. Can I come in?"

"Are you going to break my vase again?"

"In my defense, you'd cheated on me."

"No, I didn't."

"No, you didn't, but I thought you had. And that's why I broke your vase. I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one, where did you get it?"

"It was a priceless family heirloom, actually."

Draco paled. "Really?"

"No, it was ten galleons. I just wanted to see you squirm."

"Now you've had your fun, can I come in, please?"

"Fine," Harry said, stepping aside to let Draco past him.

Draco walked to the middle of the room, letting his eyes roam over the flat, looking for any changes Harry'd made in his absence. It all seemed to be the same, except—

"You got rid of the cactus I bought you?"

Harry snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's what you want to talk about now?"

"Right," Draco sighed. "Here goes. I'm sorry, Harry."

"That's a pretty good start."

"I wasn't done."

"I should hope not."

Draco refrained from glaring at him. "Harry, I'm...you see, I can be a bit of a coward, and sometimes my fear is expressed through acts of angry impulsivity that end up more self-destructive than anything else."

"Yeah, I've gathered that."

"Yes, I know. And anyway, I'm not the easiest person to live with. To be with. I can be...prickly and demanding. I don't deal with rejection very well, and I have a tendency to hide or lash out when I feel threatened."

"I know, Draco," Harry's tone was softer, now. "I knew that before you left, and I know that now."

"Just let me finish. I'm also loyal. And I'm giving. And I like taking care of the people I care about. And I'm actually pretty trusting, almost as much as I am trustworthy—with the right people, of course. And when I thought you'd cheated on me—"

"Which, I want to clarify again: that was Hermione's lipstick from when she and Ron stayed over during their house renovations."

"Yes, I know that now. When I'd mistakenly thought that you'd cheated on me, I ran away. Not just because I'd been hurt, but because it confirmed to me that I'm..." Draco trailed off, shutting his eyes and bracing himself before he said the part of the speech he hadn't been able to say aloud during his many rehearsals. "I'm not good enough for you." It was a whisper, but Harry heard it, and that's what mattered.

"Draco please," Harry's voice was thick. "You were always enough for me—always."

"Okay," Draco exhaled. "I hear that, and I want to believe it. Just—Gods I hate this but, every now and then, when I get...you know...will you..."

Harry nodded. "I can do that, now that I know the signs. But if I don't see it right away, or if you have doubts about me or us, please come and talk to me before jumping to conclusions, okay? If this is going to work, we have to give each other the benefit of the doubt until we figure it out—together, Draco."

The anxiety, the tightly-coiled tension Draco'd been carrying for three weeks left his body in a wave, the relief of it nearly making his knees buckle. His eyes watered with unshed tears, and he sniffed as Harry closed the distance, wrapping Draco in his arms.

He clung to Harry like a lifeline, burying his head in the warm, spicy-scented crook of Harry's neck. Draco let the tears fall silently from his closed eyelids like the remnants of raindrops on a windowpane after a storm. Harry pulled back far enough to kiss the wetness from Draco's cheeks, cradling his head in his calloused hand.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I don't know how you can forgive me."

"But I do. It's easy to forgive when it's worth it. And you—" Harry said, looking earnestly into Draco's eyes, "you're worth it every time."

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

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