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solomons-finest-rum · 1 year

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Welcome back! I have been enjoying your writing but never sent you request before. Would you write maybe Alfie and a younger reader and he likes her. He wants to marry her but she is not ready so he tells her he would wait forever and it's really sweet and patient. something like that I don't know. you can decide if you like it. Thank you!

“Libretto” — (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)

SUMMARY — Age difference between you be damned, Alfie was quite happy to wait for you forever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Thank you so much for the request! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Feedback is always much appreciated.

WORD COUNT — 1,678

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The first time you met Alfie Solomons was purely an accident. At least, you had to lie and swear to the police that it had all been an accident, if only in order to wriggle yourself out of getting arrested.

Now, had you known the man you nearly ran over with your brother’s car was the gangster boss of Camden Town, you could have been persuaded to drive a little more carefully. Especially since the car had been “borrowed” as well.

But, of course, how could you have known? Which was precisely the reason why the first words you uttered to the man were:

“Watch where you’re fucking going!”

All due credit to Alfie Solomons, he couldn’t have been more shocked.

Now, you have to understand that a man like Alfie Solomons, a particularly dangerous man like Alfie Solomons, usually wasn’t shocked by much. It was not every day, however, that he met a girl with eyes so full of rage, driving a fancy Bentley so obviously outrageous and most likely stolen. It was more than enough to get his interest.

“Well?!” you shouted again as you got out of the car.

It wasn’t until two police officers approached you, however, that you changed your tune. Immediately spotting your confusion, it was time for Alfie to enter the game.

“Alright, Mr. Solomons?” one of the policemen asked, feigning concern, though both of them were so obviously in Alfie’s pocket that they would have arrested you on the spot—had Alfie still not been so mesmerised by your outburst. And so, to your astonishment, they simply awaited his orders.

To Alfie’s absolute delight, you tried your best not to show how scared you were at that moment, so Alfie took his sweet fucking time before saying:

“Right, gentlemen, thank God you’re here, ‘cause there I was, mindin’ me own business, yeah, an’ there she comes, driving like the Devil’s on her tail, hair a mess—!”

“I beg your pardon, my hair is not a mess!”

“Right now it is, yeah.”

“No, it is not!”

“Are ya suggestin’ I should lie about what I saw, Miss?”

“So you… want us to arrest the lady, sir?” one of the policemen interrupted that exchange, incredulous at the interaction between you and Alfie.

It served Alfie right, however, since his reputation had always been one to take care of the women in his community. As things were between him and the law, that charity probably remained the only thing between him and the noose.

“Nah, ‘course not,” Alfie waved his hand dismissively. “She’s clearly in a hurry, ain’t ya, luv?” Alfie asked you, with a smirk so devious you felt your cheeks going hot.

“Yes,” you said meekly, then saw Alfie make a face to encourage you to keep going. To spin the tale.

“I… You see, it’s my grandmother,” you said smoothly and Alfie’s smirk only grew. “That’s my brother’s car, he let me borrow it to fetch the doctor. It’s consumption, you see. Overtakin’ her as we speak.”

As the cherry on top, you stifled a fake sniff.

“Now you see, gentlemen, it’s a case of utmost emergency!” Alfie shouted, waving his cane about and obviously taking great pleasure in participating in your lie. “Thank you for your service, lads, there ya go.”

As the policemen gladly accepted a not-so-discreet bonus to their payment, you saw your chance and started to get back to the car.

But you thoroughly underestimated Alfie’s game.

“There now, I’ll drive ya, luv, you can never be too careful in these parts,” he said and quickly, quicker than you anticipated for the man, he made himself comfortable in the driver’s seat.

“Wouldn’t want any more accidents on the way, now would we, luv?” Alfie grumbled as he promptly handed you his cane and proceeded to fumble with the breaks and the accelerator as if he was trying to tame the car, not run it.

“There we go,” he announced as the engine sputtered and roared and you two sped along the street in a no less reckless manner than you had been driving before.

“Watch out!” you shrieked as Alfie almost drove straight into a flower cart on the corner.

“Don’t worry, luv, I know the way!” Alfie replied, then made a sharp turn towards London Bridge.

“You do?!”

“Right, not exactly, no, but it’s plain as day you’re not from Camden, luv.”

“What gave it away…” you sniped.

“Now, don’t get cocky, right, ya still almost ran me over an’ I have to tell ya, luv, that takes balls, right! ‘Cause as things stand, the bounty for me is as high as they go.”

You paled at the notion and when Alfie glanced at your expression in between the turns, he roared with laughter.

“Naaah, luv, don’t be like that! Just pullin’ your leg.”

“Very funny.”

“I like to think so, yeah.”

Obviously too pleased with himself to notice, Alfie missed you paying close attention to the cane you were still holding. It was definitely heavy and so well-used that you had trouble distinguishing what used to be the shape of its head.

“Right, seein’ as you almost ended me on my own bloody street, luv, you might as well give me your name,” Alfie interrupted your musings, not too pleased about your close inspection of his personal belongings (even though the contradicting bastard gave it to you for self-keeping himself).

But you gave him your name regardless and he remarked he thought it pretty. When you also gave him your address, he drove you straight home and even got out first to open the door for you. You thanked him quickly for what you supposed was straight up hijacking the car, but seeing as you had done so first to your brother, you thought the deeds even. You only prayed no one would see you with Alfie through the window. You knew your sisters would never let you forget it had they seen you two together.

You couldn’t have known that wouldn’t be the last time you saw Alfie Solomons. Somehow throughout the following weeks you seemed to have more chance encounters together than the Fates could possibly allow.

He was always pleasant about it, though, and sometimes even brought you flowers. Then he started buying you lunches and somehow it turned into a little tradition just between you two. You ate lunch together every Thursday.

You weren’t stupid of course, you knew what Alfie was after, but truth be told… You wouldn’t exactly mind giving it to him.

He never outright proposed, but he hinted at marriage enough times that it became just one more piece of the regular fun little puzzle between you.

“An’ how’s my favourite girl this mornin’?” he would ask you when he met you for a stroll.

“Very well, thank you, Alfie,” you’d reply, your tone thoroughly overdone on the casual side.

“Not too cold?”

“No.”

“Not too hungry?”

“Don’t think so.”

“So how ‘bout you marry me today, luv?”

“Oh, I can’t, Alfie!” you giggled as you looped your arm through his and let him lead you around the park. “I’m—”

“Right, let me guess,” he smirked. “Got my shirt inside out again?”

“No, the shirt is very clean today. That’s very unlike you.”

“Well, that’s a first.”

“Well, I told you not to fire your housekeeper, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, no harm done, I offered that old bat her bloody job back,” he grumbled and you giggled again.

“You’ll thank me later, Alfie.”

“I’m sure I won’t, luv.”

“You’re one stubborn man, d’you know that?”

“Yeah, can’t say I’ve never been told that one before.”

“So why can’t I marry you today, Alfie? You promised to guess.”

“Right, how’s about you’re too cold?”

“No, the weather’s quite nice.”

“Too hot?”

“Not really.”

“Too old?”

“Close.”

“Too young?”

You paused and so did he, because he somehow sensed this time it wasn’t just a game between you two. This time it wasn’t just banter; it was real.

“Luv, if I’m makin’ you do anythin’ you wouldn’t want to—”

“No!” you interrupted that train of thought as quickly as possible and took his hand in yours. “No. It’s just that… I don’t think I’m ready to be a wife, yet.”

“Right, in what way?”

“In… In every way, I suppose. I have no idea about running a household or ironing shirts or…”

“Right, thankfully yours truly has already been told he’s a slob.”

“Alfie, this is serious!”

“Right.”

He looked at you expectantly. You still haven’t let go of his hand, which he thought was rather promising.

“I just think I’d make a lousy wife, Alfie.”

“Yeah, that’s that then, luv, right, ‘cause look at the pair of us, I’d be a real lousy husband.”

That got him another giggle out of you, which he thought might have boosted his chances a little.

“Luv, if your parents don’t approve—”

“My parents don’t give two shits, Alfie, I’m not a princess or an heiress,” you chuckled. “I have two younger sisters and two brothers, as far as my chances stand I’d be happy if I scored a baker or some sort.”

“Right, funny you should say that…”

“A front doesn’t count, you madman!”

Even though you knew you crossed a line there by the way he looked around you two, he never did anything to chastise you or show his disapproval at the revelation you just uttered at full volume. In a way, it already told you everything there was to know about the man, had his previous behaviour not been proof enough that he cared about you a great deal.

You already knew you wanted to marry him, age difference between you be damned. So what were you so afraid of exactly?

“Luv, you already know I’m happy to wait for you forever if—”

You shook your head and got on your tiptoes to kiss him mid-speech, since you already knew that a speech was coming. The answer was, with Alfie by your side, you wouldn’t be afraid of anything.

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fuedalreesespieces · 2 months

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one of their downtimes in the present after school, kagome braids inuyasha's hair (twins, french, dutch, etc.) while they watch magical girl anime. inuyasha is surprisingly into it (the anime and having his hair played with)

oh, you are so right about this.

"So he's the other guy?"

Kagome's fingers raked through his hair, parting it in two. He had no idea what she was doing, but it felt nice. So nice, in fact, that his attention was starting to wane from the television screen in front of him, if that was possible.

"Sort-of," Kagome amended, bringing a comb to the right side of his hair. Silver locks spilled down his shoulders, brushing against the enormous bowl of potato chips they shared. "He's kinda like a vessel for him, but he doesn't know it."

"Geez," Inuyasha grumbled. "All that power and he doesn't even know it exists."

Kagome let out an airy laugh. On screen, the boy called Yukito transformed into Yue. The bright colors fascinated him just as much as the feeling of Kagome's hands carding through his hair. He didn't quite get the concept of animation until she made him an example and even then, that simple jumping ball she'd created was leagues away from...whatever this was.

How did this even get on the screen, anyway? He'd suspected there was someone trapped in the back, but the box was much too tiny for even a kit like Shippo, and it was all clogged up with tangled wires. She'd explained the broadcasting system to him, but he still didn't understand how waves could translate to pictures. Eventually he'd given up on working out the concept, and his confusion never kept him from settling under her gentle hands and letting the story unfold in front of them.

She'd called it anime, a category for the style of art and animation used in the show they were watching, and Inuyasha had to admit it was wildly entertaining. Convoluted plots be damned, the fights were terribly engaging. Sota had told him that the sort of shows Kagome dragged him into were called magical girl anime, and which thereafter prompted a giggle from the younger boy. Inuyasha didn't quite get the joke, if there was one to be had. The way he saw it, the magical girls were just like the metal golems ("Mechs," Sota had corrected him) in the things Sota liked to watch - albeit better dressed.

On screen, Yue spoke, voice eerily cold compared to his counterpart. A chill ran down Inuyasha's spine. "He looks like Sesshomaru," he muttered.

Kagome finished one his braids and peered over his ears, her chin digging into his shoulder as she leaned in to see what she'd missed. "You know...I haven't really thought about it, but he sort of does. Minus the angel wings, of course." At Inuyasha's bark of laughter, she inched closer and smirked. "Think he'd make a good magical girl?"

An image of Sesshomaru wearing a skirt seemed to enter their minds at the same time, and upon making eye contact, they both collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Evil," he said between breaths, "absolutely fuckin' evil, what you just said."

"I was merely asking a question," she said innocently, her grin wicked. "But now that I think about it, I think you'd fit in better than him."

"Me?" he said incredulously.

"Why not? You've got a weapon-"

"A massive sword, not a magic wand-"

"-transformations-"

"One of 'em is useless and the other kills people-"

"You are not useless," she said immediately. "You're wonderful just as you are."

He was thankful the room was dark. "Kagome-"

"All you really need," she said, "is a change of clothes. Have you ever even been out of the Fire Rat?"

He scoffed. "Why should I? It's my armor. Why, you suggestin' I wear your clothes?" His attention returned to the television, where Yue was drawing an arrow back, but Kagome's ridiculous smile quickly emerged in his vision. She'd finished his hair and had come to sit beside him, fiddling with one of the two braids she'd done.

"Well...I do have an old school uniform-"

"No."

"Oh, come on, Inuyasha! Please?"

"I'm not wearing one of your skirts!" he shouted, face as bright as a plucked tomato.

"But I just finished your hair!"

"And what the hell does that have to do with it?"

"You would look good, I promise!" she assured. "Nobody's around."

"Your entire family is in the house, Kagome."

"And I'm sure they would all support your decision to finally be the magical girl you were born to be."

He rolled his eyes and twisted his head so she couldn't tempt him with that smile of hers. "You're crazy."

She slipped into his view and batted her eyelashes. "For me?"

"Woman, if you don't-"

"Please, Inuyasha?"

He told himself not to look. Her voice alone couldn't tempt him. He thought of happy things in his mind, like ramen, or cooked steak, but the image of her sad, droopy eyes kept tainting the images, and when he eventually cracked one eye open, she was still kneeling in front of him, hands clasped and wide, grey eyes lit up like silver by the artificial light of the television. The decision to keep staring at her, like a stubborn fool, damned him. She had him wrapped around her finger the second he chose not to close his eyes - or perhaps he'd been doomed to agree from the start.

Either way, all paths lead to him wearing the skirt.

"Oh my god," Kagome whispered. "Oh my god."

"Shut up," he snapped. The waistline was too tight, but he'd somehow managed it. The outfit he wore was simply a spare uniform she had stashed away in case hers was ripped up in the feudal realm, but she insisted that plenty magical girls wore similar clothing (did the schools purposefully let their girls dress up as magical girls?) At her request, he'd worn a pair of elbow length gloves, boots, and "Happy?"

"Oh, Inuyasha," she sighed, and his face turned another shade of red. "You have no idea."

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titicartoons · 8 months

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September Sketch no.1 Faust Thank you @Artyrie_Art (over on Twitter) for suggestin' it to me, I was forgetting this fella You guys, gimme more suggestions

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ashwwa · 2 years

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evelightnavi · 5 months

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Midnight Blue Ⅵ

♤ Featuring: Neteyam x Female Omatikaya Reader

♤ Word count: 1.9k

♢ I'm Evelight_Navi on wattpad, parts will also be uploaded there.

Part 7

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"So, when were you going to tell me that the person that wasn't meant to be is Neteyam?" Spider asked as you two walked to his home. It had been a while since you two had some alone time again. Spider had tried to keep quiet about the secret you kept hidden. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He needed to be sure he was right about this. You looked at him surprised. How did he find out? And if he did, who else did? He nudged you as he laughed at your facialy expression. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out? You should see your face!" He laughed louder. You could feel your cheeks heating up. "W-who else knows?" You struggled to get out. "Relax, I didn't tell anyone. And as far as I know, nobody else knows." He said, trying to calm you.

This made you exhale. You didn't know you were holding your breath. "You know, I didn't tell Neteyam I liked him. But I think he might have a feeling, though." You explained as you looked at Spider. "Now that you say that. Does this have something to do with you being almost punished and Neteyam being exhausted the other day?" You answer Spider's questions with a nod. "We met accidentally in the forest the night before. We stayed there talking most of the time, until..." You started trail off as you thought back to that night. Neteyam had told you he saw you. It was perfect, and you wanted to say it back. You never did because of the arrangements. "Come on, don't leave out the juicy stuff!" Spider said, which made you snap back to reality.

"Some things were said that should've been kept quiet. It will only make things harder." You tried leaving the 'I see you' part out of it. Spider knew you weren't telling all the details, but he was okay with it for now. "The difficulty situation has now become a mess." He silenty said. "I can't disappoint my family or my clan. But these feelings are hard to ignore all of the time." You said as the two of you stopped at the edge of the forest. Spider hugged you, and you hugged him back. "If I could help, I would in a heartbeat." He said before letting go. "I know. Thank you for being my friend. I couldn't picture my life without you." You thanked him as he walked out of the forest backward so he could still face you. "The feeling is mutual, Y/n." He turned around as he headed home.

By the time you arrived at the clan, it was time for you to meet with Lo'ak. He had asked to visit the high tree together. Lo'ak knew you loved the view and wouldn't be able to say no. You took your shortcut to get to the high tree. You stopped halway in your shortcut, remembering you would've got to go through your secret place. You walked a bit closer before deciding to go around it. Not long after, you were stopped as a familiar voice called your name. You turned around to see Neteyam. "Yn, can we talk?" He questioned as he walked closer. You looked behind you before you sighed. "I won't make it long." He stated as he noticed you were going somewhere.

You crossed your arms, trying to make yourself look more confident. "Go on." You said as Neteyam stopped in front of you. "I know what I said the last time we spoke. Maybe it's for the best we forgot about it." You could hear the hesitation in his voice. Your crossed arms lowered slightly, not fully uncrossing. "I'm not sure how you feel about us, but..." Neteyam stopped as he looked into your eyes. He still wanted to figure out if you liked him or not. "You were right. We shouldn't get to close since our arrangements are made." He started as he couldn't figure out how you were feeling about the two of you.

"You mean you don't want us falling in love?" You questioned, not wanting to believe what Neteyam had meant. He wanted to make you feel better, but there was no way to do so. "You agree?" He questioned. You looked at him perplexed. Was he suggesting we shut our feelings and emotions off? Your arms dropped to your side. "I take that as a yes? So it is decided." Neteyam stated still studying you. You were silent for a moment. "Yeah, I guess it is." You said as your eyes flickered between Neteyam and the ground. There it was! Neteyam eyes a gotten brighter at the litlle hint your body gave him. It had given him a last sprickle of hope. But before he could say anything, you spoke up. "I should go." You said before turning around and walking away. Neteyam watched you walk away. Ever though he had gotten the hint, there was nothing left to be said. After all, his was for the better.

You had replayed everything that had happened. You were trying to see if you could've said anything to make it more barely. You had tried staying out of his way. But you never meant for it to go this far. Neteyam had decided this for the both of you. You knew you were the one who had said you couldn't grow too close. But this... this was something you never expected to happen. You wanted to grow closer to him, and you knew he wanted that too. Both of you had responsibilities that you couldn't just throw to the side.

You looked up at the high tree as you arrived. Your shortcut had taken long because you walked around your secret place. It's not like it would've mattered since you came across Neteyam. You started climbing the tree. Knowing Lo'ak, you knew he was already up there. You had drowned your feelings out as you reached the last branch. Lo'ak helped you get upon it once again. He smiled at you as you both sat down on the edge. You felt relieved as you watched over the forest.

Lo'ak placed his fingers under your chin. "We should look up at a bit more." He said as he slowly pushed your chin more up. This made you look at the stars. It made you smile instantly. Lo'ak removed his fingers from your chin. "We can watch the stars, just like I told your father." He stated as he also looked up at the stars. Lo'ak felt comfortable and happy. He didn't like you like that, but at least he could make you smile. You two had grown closer over time, so maybe this could work out in the long run. You had been occupied, thinking about Neteyam and what he had said. But Lo'ak had given you some peace, which had made you relaxed. Even you thought this could work, if you could get over Neteyam.

"That over there is earth." Lo'ak stated. "Earth." You whispered at the same time. He turned his head slowly towards you, with a confused look. How did you know that was earth? Only his father and siblings knew. There were other people, of course! But you were never around them. Lo'ak knew for sure Spider didn't tell you. Last time, Spider tried guessing where the earth was. He was completely pointing in the wrong direction. Tuk was too young, and Kiri was never out that late with you. That would leave Neteyam. Had you and Neteyam been out that late together? Neteyam wasn't that close with you, was he?

"Would humans be as mean to their planet as they did here?" You questioned as you look at Lo'ak. He was still looking at you. He quickly changed his confused look to a more relaxed one. "From what my dad told us. They are using everything their planet can offer, if not even more." Lo'ak answered as he looked back into the sky. You sighed as you also looked back to the stars. The war had happened before you were born, but you had heard the awful stories. You were glad you never saw any of it.

Lo'ak had talked about many other stars, you didn't know about yet. You had asked him at thousand of questioned about the all. He a chuckled as he could almost tell which question your were about to ask. You had playful nudged him as he tried saying it at the same time as you. There was a moment of silent as you had stargazed. "What is that one?" You asked as you pointed at a bright shining star you hadn't seen before. Lo'ak looked confused before his eyes widened and ears pinned back quickly. "That is no star!" He said as he jumped upon his feet. Lo'ak quickly pulled you up. "Those are ships and they are landing!" Your eyes widened and ears pinned back as well. You both quickly climbed down the tree.

You had slipped on one of the last branches. The leaves had broken your fall as you layed on your back. You saw Lo'ak climbing down towards you. "Are you okay?" He asked worried as he offered you his hand. You waved him off, saying you would follow. You quickly got up and followed close behind Lo'ak. "Lo'ak! I know a shortcut!" You shouted to make sure he heard you. "Lead the way." He said as you started running in another direction. You kept running, not thinking about your secret place. "Through here." You said as you moved some big leaves out of the way. You had arrived at your secret place. The flowers started to glow purple as the two of you ran through them. Lo'ak looked at them in amazement.

You had stopped in your track at the sight in front of you. It was Neteyam and Inani. Inani stood in front of Neteyam, just inches apart with the purple flowers creating a circle around them. Lo'ak who was still looking at the glowing flower around the two of you, bumped into you. Making you both almost lose your balance. This quickly got the attention of the two ahead of you. Lo'ak stood beside you to see what was going on.

"What is she doing here?" You asked as you looked at Neteyam. "What are you doing here, bro?" Neteyam asked as he looked at his brother. Lo'ak had grabbed your hand as he started walking. Neteyam looked at your hands together as he could feel his heart raising. "No time to explain. We have to go!" Lo'ak said as he pulled you along. Lo'ak quicked his pace, letting go off your hand. You followed him, making Neteyam and Inani do the same. Neteyam ran next to you, which left Inani behind you and Lo'ak in front of you.

"I know what we agreed on earlier. But that doesn't mean you can bring someone to OUR secret place!" You tried to silenty shout at Neteyam. Lo'ak and Inani didn't have to know about this. "Look who is talking! You did the same!" He said harshly. You shook your head before catching up to Lo'ak. You were now running next to Lo'ak. He did, in fact, hear you both. This had made him realize there was more going on between his brother and you than he originally thought. It made him puzzle the piece together. You had been late and acted nervous when he defended you with the stargazing lie. So you had been out with Neteyam all night, stargazing in your secret place. Which also explained why you knew about the earth.

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ksqwildwest · 4 months

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The Last Morning

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It took Mason a moment to realize what he was actually seeing.

He'd been expecting the typical Overnight Writing Session Karl Look. Dry eyed, drowsy, and at least one ink stain somewhere on his face. His multi-colored coat rumpled and creased from sitting in the same spot for hours. Usually a few books, several piles of paper, and a scattering of quills on the desk. The rest of the room would be in a state of what Karl called "the middle of organizing", which it had been in since the second week of his stay.

His room was neat and tidy. Everything must have been put away except for his satchel, laying innocently in the middle of the perfectly made bed. His desk was a tidy mess. A stack of envelopes were the center piece of countless crumpled, ripped, or half burnt papers. Karl turned to face the open door with a wild desperation on his face. He wore a plain black coat. Ink smeared over most of his face, leaving the tear streaks clear to see from the tracks left behind.

"Karl," Jack whispered, "are you alright?"

A sniffle. A choked off response. Then Karl was barreling into Mason's arms.

He sobbed into Mason's shirt as both bandits gently guided him onto the bed. The two supported him as his tears ran out, his breathing stopped hitching, and he slowly composed himself.

"I'm-" Karl breathed through another round of sobs, "I'm going to see my family and- and please don't ask why."

"Okay- okay," Mason soothed, rubbing circles into Karl's back, "we won't ask 'bout that."

Jack glanced back at the desk. "Can we ask about what those letters are for?"

"The- the letters, right." Karl wobbled to his feet. Mason and Jack helped him shuffle over to the desk where he gave them both envelopes with their names on them.

"Don't open them yet." He sniffled. "They- they explain why I'm going. And a few other things. I wrote letters for everyone."

"We'll make sure they're delivered." Jack said seriously.

"Thank you," Karl sagged like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, "I didn't want to break down in front of anyone, especially John, so letters."

"Hey," Jack cooed, "we all cry sometimes. It's okay to ask for a bit of support from any of us."

Karl looked over at Jack, "Are you sure?"

"Of course we're sure." Mason affirmed.

"I-"

"Karl." Phil's voice called through door. "It's time to go if we're going to make it by nightfall."

"I'll- I'll be there in a bit. Just got to wrap up here." Karl called back. He barely breathed until the sound of Phil's wooden shoes disappeared.

"You're leavin' now." Mason could hear how hollow he sounded. He tried to put a little more energy in when he asked, "need help packing anything? Carrying your stuff down?"

Karl shook his head. His breath quivered as he grabbed his satchel off the bed. It looked far too small to hold more than the bare essentials.

"Don't worry, I'll be- I'll be with my family. It's only a day's trip if you don't stop more than an hour. I'll be fine."

Jack stopped him before he could walk out the door. He pulled at his bandana and quickly undid the knot. "Here," he offered, "so we can comfort you while you're gone."

"Yah," Mason agreed as he wrestled with his own bandana, "a bit of Lazarus to take with ya."

Karl held the fabric like they were the most precious items in existence. He folded the bandanas and tenderly tucked them safely into his satchel.

"I- I don't know when I'll be back." He muttered numbly.

"You can keep 'em as long as you need." Jack reassured.

For a moment, they all just stood there and stared at each other. So many things were almost said. Almost.

"Safe travels Karl."

"Be safe sheriff."

"I- I will... bye."

Karl turned around and marched out of the room.

Mason brook the silence first, "... should we follow him?"

"What?"

"Down to Phil."

"Oh, no. We already wished him well." Jack ambled over to the window. It faced out towards the only street in town. "We'll see him off from up here. I thought for a sec you were suggestin' we follow them on horse."

"No, course not." Mason joined him at the window, "This seems real personal. Probably dead family or somethin'."

The pair watched as Phil and Karl rode out of town. Even after the pair disappeared around the corner and out of sight, they watched for a little while longer. The sun began to brighten the sky when they finally moved to open their letters.

Longing turned to fury as they read the tear stained pages.

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Thwap.

"Ah! Wha-" Connor croaks.

"Make sure those get delivered." Mason growls before marching out of the cave with a travel bag. Jack is right on his heels with his own bag and a lump of colorful leather wedged under his arm.

Connor slowly collects the papers that were thrown at his face and stands up out of his chair. He can hear the pair galloping off at high speed. He looks around. There's no smoke for a fire. The ground isn't shaking. There's no whistling storm. All he has for an explanation are the pile of letters in his hands.

"Did I miss somethin'?"

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I'm home for winter break! Something I realized as I was writing this fic, when I'm drafting I tend to yo-yo between present tense and past tense. Do you all have a preference for past or present tense? Do you even notice it in a fic? Looking back, I can see how my tense changes practically every other sentence.

Once we get further in the story, would you guys be interested in me "remastering" the old stories? The story would stay the same, but details might change, and I would likely only remaster the stories from before the current story arc, but my writing has seen such a major boost in quality over time and it could be a fun side project. It would basically be me rewriting the stories but following the same plots.

Also, how's everyone enjoying the story? :D Fun fact: this is the 1,000th post on this blog! Crazy!

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #jack kenoff #tftsmp mason #writings from lazarus

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medusapelagia · 5 months

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8 Au-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 11

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, guns violence, blood and injuries Words: 1287

“You are not happy.” S.T.E.V.E. says looking at El and the little android looks at him sadly.

“You are still hurt. Inside.” she replies softly.

S.T.E.V.E. moves his arms to show her that he is fine “I am not broken anymore. Dustin repaired all my components.”

The girl shakes her head “It’s not something that can be repaired. It's something inside.” she insists, but S.T.E.V.E. dismisses the subject and looks at her with affection.

“Will you be ok when I leave?”

“I’ll miss you.” she confirms, hugging him tight and for a moment S.T.E.V.E. wonders what should he feel, what should he do.

This thing of showing human emotion is still complicated for him, his human brain is screaming that he has to hug her too, that a hug feels warm and will make him feel better, but he feels nothing and doesn't know how to move his new limbs to hug her.

“It’s ok. You will learn. I learned too.” El says, as if she was able to read his mind.

“If we get the occasion you could teach me.”

“I will. And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not taking me to the bad men.”

S.T.E.V.E. sits on the bed and El follows him “Would you like to tell me what happened to you?” She shakes her head “It’s ok. You don’t have to, and I want you to know that it doesn’t matter what you are or what I am, I will always protect you.” the android says, looking at her in the eyes with conviction.

El smile is so bright that enlightens the entire room “I know that. You are a good person.”

Person.

No one ever defined him as a person.

He is an android, a tin can, a metalhead… but a person? Being defined as a person feels important.

They are still talking when a high-pitched sound makes them both startle.

“It’s the alarm, someone is coming!”

They run toward the big room and find everyone already there.

“Somehow they found us. We have to leave the planet." Hopper says, pointing at the red signal on his monitor, then he turns toward the group "Kids, take only the essentials, Joyce, send a message to the other outpost and make sure everyone gets on board quickly. As soon as they are here we fly away.”

“You can’t leave, they will destroy your ship.” Owens exclaims, but Hopper keeps calm.

“They are not looking for us, they are looking for you!” he states without even looking at the other man.

“Are you really sure that they will not shoot against a civil ship, just in case?”

Hopper and Owens glare at each other, ready to tear each others' throats, when a metallic voice interrupts the staring contest.

“They will not. I’ll go to wait for them in the desert and when they will land you will fly away.” He says calmly.

“Kid, you are a good hunter, but not so good, they will kill you in the blink of an eye, and in any case, we are not going to give them exactly what they want.” Hopper states.

"So what are you suggestin? Uh? Will you leave with the android? They will find him again, and again, and again. If Brenner is a fucking android too he can hunt him down forever!" Owen hisses.

“He is not wrong. They are going to land here because they are looking for me. Your best choice is let them get me and fly away while they are distracted” S.T.E.V.E. explains, looking at the map "We have no time. I should go meeting them in the desert, the farthest I can get from the outpost, and wish for the best."

Dustin is staring really seriously at Steve.

“What?” the android asks, letting some of his humanity fill the cracks in his fragmented mind.

“Do you trust me?” the boy asks him with a sardonic smile.

Does he?

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Steve is in the middle of the desert, pointing a gun at Eddie’s head; the outlaw is dressed in a thermal suit but is still sweating like a madman.

“Are we fucking sure?” Eddie asks.

S.T.E.V.E. doesn’t answer, he keeps pointing the gun at his head.

When the ship finally lands, Vecna is the first to get out of the ship, pointing his gun at S.T.E.V.E. as soon as the doors open “Fancy meeting you here, STE2UTK7NQ.”

“I got the outlaw, Eddie Munson.” he pauses and then he adds "Again."

Vecna glares at him “You got him, uh? Because, from the prison’s cameras, it looks like you were the one who helped him escape and he was the one who helped you when you crashed on the ground.” the white android replies sarcastically.

“The outlaw must have hacked my security system during our first crash and I didn’t detect it until it was too late. But now I am fine, and I'm offering you my captive, is that enough?"

The white android gets closer "You are offering me your captive, uh? Mmhh… that’s a nice story. I wonder if Dr. Brenner will believe you or he will just open your head like a melon and look at every little circuit inside you.”

S.T.E.V.E. doesn’t react.

“Good. Now. Why don’t you kill this fucker? Uh?” Vecna insists, testing Steve.

“He deserves a fair trial.” S.T.E.V.E. sternly replies.

“He does not. He killed many humans. Do you remember that, STE2UTK7NQ? Or your memory chip is too damaged? I see that your body was vandalized. Such a pity. You were so good-looking model, I was thinking about sending you to a whore house once Brenner got everything he wanted from you.” Vecna gives him a wry smile “I think you remember what happens to the androids that are not useful anymore…”

S.T.E.V.E. keeps calm, still pointing the gun at Eddie’s head “What do you want me to do?”

“Shoot him.”

Without hesitation, S.T.E.V.E. shoots Eddie who falls to the ground.

“What now?”

Vecna smiles, satisfied “Mmh… I was expecting some rebellion from you. Maybe he did really hack you.”

Vecna gets closer to S.T.E.V.E., rubbing his hand on S.T.E.V.E.’s face.

S.T.E.V.E.'s human memory supplies him that it’s supposed to be a caress, but it doesn’t feel like that.

“Look at you… the precious android that Brenner thought lost for so long. It will be so fun opening your head and finding out if you really have a soul like humans say they do.”

“Humans?”

Vecna nods “Yeah… somewhere inside you, between your chips and your circuits, there is a piece of a dead man: memories, ticks, habits. Maybe even his soul. Do you think you have a soul, STE2UTK7NQ?”

S.T.E.V.E. doesn't react “I’m just an android.”

“Oh no… you are so much more. The first hybrid between androids and humans. You could be the first of an entirely new species. You will die, obviously, but don’t be sad. Brenner will learn so much for you and his new version will be even better than this one.”

“New version?”

Vecna takes a knife and stabs S.T.E.V.E. in the abdomen, some fluid starts to pour from the wound and still, S.T.E.V.E. does not move, suffocating a whimper.

“Our dear leader is a hybrid, like you.” Vecna murmurs while turning the blade in S.T.E.V.E. abdomen “Or even better… he is an android thanks to you. It’s a pity that you will never see him again.”

This is it.

This is the moment he will get turned off forever.

The image that flashes in his mind is a blond guy above him, the sound of the wave of a sea he has never seen, and a voice that whispers in his ear “I love you, Steve.”

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay I hope you enjoy it!

#android AU #Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson #Android Steve Harrington #tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 1 year

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Alright y'all, here's a snippet of the joel x therapist! reader fic that I have embarked upon in the last couple days. Hopefully I can finish the first chapter by the weekend and post it.

Sidenote: thank you to everyone who has left comments on my rambly posts, encouraged me to write and been so supportive in general of newcomers to writing in this fandom. Joel is an intimidating character for sure but I actually had a lot of fun writing for him.

Pairing: Joel Miller x therapist!reader

Warnings: swearing, discussions about trauma

Summary: Life after moving to Jackson looks drastically different for Joel, survival mode is over and now he and Ellie can finally put down new roots. Ellie adapts easily but Joel finds himself struggling to settle into this new life, in more ways than some. At Ellie and Tommy’s insistence, Joel begrudgingly finds himself in therapy to try and work through his struggles but what he encounters is more than just painful memories and deeply rooted trauma.

“Tommy, I swear to god if you bring up this damn therapy shit again I won’t hesitate to shoot you next time we’re out on patrol,” Joel growled through clenched teeth, as he walked away from his brother into the kitchen of the house.

“Boy, it ain’t like I never heard that before,” Tommy quipped sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he followed Joel into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway as he leaned against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets. He observed his brother's rigid stance, the tightness in his shoulders, as Joel stood before the sink while looking out of the window above it.

This felt like the umpteenth time that Tommy had broached the subject of Joel getting help and talking to a ‘shrink’ as he dismissively described it, for his issues that he was struggling with. Joel was fine. He didn’t have any issues. He was doing just fine and didn’t need any help from some professional who would only scrutinize him, reduce him to his vices, and open old wounds from his past life. He was encouraged to go to grief counseling after Sarah died but by some grace of God, or whatever godforsaken omnipotent entity existed at that point, the outbreak occurred. Forget mental health, physical health and survival, aka not becoming infected, was the only thing that mattered.

Tommy exhaled softly, “Listen, I'm only suggestin’ it because I care about you. Ellie cares about you. You both have been through hell and back in the last year, I mean shit, we all have. But it seems like everything y’all went through is still affecting you, holding you back from letting your guard down and settling in here,” he states plainly, sadness lacing his tone.

“That’s bullshit Tommy and you know it,” Joel snaps, turning to face his younger brother and leaning back against the counter, arms crossed in defense. His gaze narrows, “I go out on patrol don’t I? Pick up extra shifts wherever it’s needed, help out with the contracting jobs, go out with Ellie in town.” Joel stood up taller, puffing out his chest, challenging his younger brother.

Tommy shook his head, running his hand over his face with an exasperated expression. Heaven forbid Joel did anything for himself that did not involve contributing or providing for someone, period. He just couldn’t shake that from his identity, and Tommy’s heart broke for him as he watched his brother’s stubborn pride, ridden with guilt and trauma, swallow him whole.

‘Man when are you gonna fuckin’ do something for yourself Joel?!” Tommy asserted, his frustration reaching a boiling point.

“Forget the damn commune, forget the community, forget Ellie for a sec and think about the last time YOU did something for yourself, the last time YOU reached out for help damn it” He pushed off the doorframe and crossed the threshold of the kitchen as he strode towards Joel.

“You’re not on the run anymore brother. You don’t have to just survive. You can have a life here. You can sleep without keeping one eye open and relax without looking over your shoulder. Don’t you want that? Don’t you think you deserve that?! Don’t you think you deserve this?!” as he gestured around to the cozy kitchen and fixed his older brother with a pleading stare.

Joel’s eyes widened as he tried to step back, the edge of the counter biting into his lower back as he took in Tommy’s weary face, the pain in his soft brown eyes, mirroring his own. His younger brother rarely raised his voice anymore. The outbreak took its toll on his hot headed temperament that never simmered down, even after he was discharged from the army. Joel knew that Tommy cared about him, hell he knew how deeply his brother loved him, after all they had been through respectively in the last 20 years, it had to be serious for him to raise his voice.

Joel opened his mouth, ready to bite back but his brother raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"Look, this is the last time I will bring this up, I swear. But yesterday I called up the therapist in town who’s been helpin’ folks out, and asked her about the therapy process and she seems real nice, and supportive. She said you could come in for a consultation and talk to her and see if you’re interested,” Tommy said quietly.

Joel’s gaze narrows as he scrunches his eyebrows together in incredulity, “You-”

“I had nothing to lose Joel. And neither do you,” Tommy cuts him off, raising his chin in defiance. “At least go talk to the therapist, if you don’t like her or you’re not feelin’ it, then I’ll drop it and let it go. The office is on the main street, just beside the clothing store, adjacent to the stables and they’re open everyday from 9-5.”

“Christ Tommy,” Joel leaned back as he looked up at the ceiling, wishing it would collapse in on him. Gotta love that brotherly love.

“Look I should be getting back now, Maria will be waiting for me. Here’s the number and address for the business. I’ll see you around okay?” Tommy patted through his pockets and retrieved a small piece of paper with writing scribbled on it, placing it on the counter beside Joel. He gave him a last placating look before he walked out of the kitchen, the front door closing behind him with a soft click.

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply before turning back around to look out the kitchen window. He hung his head in defeat, rounding his back as rested his elbows on the counter and glared into his matte reflection in the sink. He didn’t need any help. He was doing fine. He’s still upright and breathing, with blood coursing through his veins isn’t he? Albeit, he is not jumping out of bed like a sprightly 30 year old anymore. His knees pop and crackle when he gets up from crouching over machinery while doing manual labour, his joints protest the next day when he pushes himself too far, moving slower than usual on job sites.

Hell, even his memory is starting to get cloudy around the edges. If it weren’t for Ellie some days, he’s sure he would leave the house without pants on, what with her always reminding him where things are in the house, special events that are coming up in the community that he forgets to put in the calendar. He had been a bit more snappy than usual, as Ellie so lovingly pointed out one day, but that’s nothing compared to his normal demeanor.

‘You’re becoming a grumpy motherfucker y'know that? Jeez, who shit in your cornflakes this morning?” she grumbled at him with a mouth full of cereal, after he snapped at her reminder that it was parent day at the local school. Parent day, P.A. day, Joel hadn’t dealt with any of this shit in over 20 years since Sarah was in school. Even then he managed to neglect many of the parental events, seeing as Sarah was the perfect student, with nothing but glowing reviews from her teachers. The fact that Ellie was going to school amidst a fucking apocalypse was enough for Joel to be happy with.

But still, he’s doing fine, right? Just fine.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #eeeeeek I am so nervous to post this even though it's a small snippet of the chapter #I'm actually getting more excited as I write #but it's exhausting like damn idk how you guys do it #there are so many ideas I have for conversations and interactions but then I gotta lay down some context for PLOT and I just wanna give up #I am lazy as hell I realized lol #but I felt like this interaction between the miller brothers was a good place to give a sneak peak #please give me feedback on what you think!

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moriihana · 1 year

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we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || two: the obligatory "dabi gets hurt" one

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won't leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: dabi shows up with goodies for boo and nugget, then shows up later with a stab wound. you finally tell him about your quirk.

content: fluff, angst

warnings: child abuse, dabi threatening to kill the reader's parents, dabi got stabbed

word count: 1391 words

*previously known as "we can't fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)"; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they're just being overall menaces

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Things continued on like that for a couple of months—Dabi showing up with Nugget in hand, trading quips with you, and leaving. After each visit, he seemed to stay longer and talk more. Dabi, while loath to admit it, began to look forward to finding the little shit in his apartment so he had an excuse to swing by. It wasn’t until you mentioned he was welcome to come by without Nugget that he began to do so.

“Oi, little mouse.” Dabi leaned against the doorframe, plastic bag in hand. You looked up from the notebook you were scribbling in. Nugget was curled up by your thigh and Boo had her head in your lap.

“Sup, pretty boy—what’s in the bag?” You gently nudged Boo’s head off your lap to get up—she huffed unhappily, tucking her nose under her tail. Dabi walked in and sat on the chair Nugget usually occupied, tossing the bag to you. You caught it and shuffled through the contents. “...did you steal treats for them?” You laughed a little. Boo’s head perked up at the word treat , her tail thumping on the mattress.

“Shut up,” Dabi grumbled without any real anger. “Thought they could use somethin’ nice.”

You smiled, shaking your head. Boo shoved her nose against your hand, jumping up a little bit for the treats. You laughed again, patting the dog on the head. “Alright, alright! I’ll give you your treats, silly girl.”

You distributed the different treats to Boo and Nugget, then put the containers in a cabinet out of Nugget’s reach. “...thanks, Dabi. I haven’t been able to get them anything extra recently.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said gruffly, scratching Boo under her chin. Nugget got up from his spot on the mattress to hop up in Dabi’s lap and curl up. You smiled softly at the sight, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Sometimes I think they like you more than me, pretty boy,” you huffed, crossing your arms. Dabi shrugged, a smirk tugging at his staples.

“Can’t help that I’m practically a furnace, doll.” Dabi watched Boo wander off to curl up in a sunny spot, tucking her nose back under her tail. “Steal a space heater or somethin’, I dunno.”

You snorted. “I don’t think I’m capable of stealing a space heater. It’s hard enough stealing food when I’m nineteen and using a cane to get around. Y’know how many people stare at me?” You grumbled a bit. “‘s really annoying, honestly.”

“You and me both.” He gestured to himself, laughing bitterly. “Kinda hard to be discreet when you look like this.”

You shrugged. “At least you have an offensive Quirk. Someone threatens to rat you out, you could just toast ‘em.”

“You suggestin’ I murder someone, doll?” Dabi drawled. “I’m surprised. Here I thought you didn’t have any teeth.”

You barked out a laugh, startling Nugget and Boo. You apologised to both of them before directing your attention back to Dabi. “I wouldn’t have survived a month out here without teeth, pretty boy. Someone like me gets targeted for appearing weak. I haven’t killed anyone, though, in case you’re wondering.” You hopped up to sit on the counter, swinging your legs a bit. “I usually take Boo out with me when I go out to find food. You wouldn’t know it, but she can be a vicious thing. Saved my life a couple times.”

He stared at you for a few moments, before a chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “You fascinate me, little mouse.”

“I live to be an enigma to all.” You winked, earning a genuine laugh from Dabi. Your cheeks warmed at the sound. The man smirked, but said nothing about it.

“I should get goin’.” Dabi lifted Nugget off his lap and set him onto the floor, then stood and stretched. You raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Ya got some side business I don’t know about, pretty boy?” You asked, sliding off the counter.

“Somethin’ like that,” Dabi said as he walked out. You huffed, shaking your head.

“See ya around, Dabi.”

It was around midnight when you heard a crash, followed by Dabi wheezing out swears. You scrambled up to flick on the light, barely biting back a startled gasp at the state of your friend—his white shirt had blood staining it, seeping out from under his hand. While it wasn’t unusual for him to turn up with a couple cuts or bruises, this was new.

“Heya doll,” Dabi grinned lopsidedly, wincing. “I ran into a bit of trouble.”

“A bit? Fucking—Dabi, were you stabbed? What the fuck, man?” You hissed, grabbing his shoulders to sit him down and crouching in front of him. “Okay. Actually. I don’t care. Shirt off.”

“If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just sai—ow!” Dabi was cut off by you smacking him on the back of the head. “Fine, fine, jeez—” He pulled his shirt off, letting you assess the damage.

“Shit, dude, who’d you piss off?” You grumbled, shaking your head. He had a stab wound in his side, and it was deeper than you initially thought—he was losing blood pretty fast. “Fuck, alright. First-aid kit isn’t gonna fix this. Dammit,” you mumbled to yourself as you placed your hand over the wound. A soft green glow emitted from your palm and the wound began to stitch itself together.

“Hang on, I thought you were Quirkless.” Dabi immediately questioned, grabbing your wrist once his wound had healed. You grunted and coughed up some blood, startling him. “Why are you coughing up blood.”

You held up a finger, wheezing. Once you caught your breath, you sat back on your heels. “About that,” you began with a sheepish grin, wiping the blood away from your mouth, “I was just… pretending. That I didn’t have a Quirk.” Your smile dropped and you sighed. “I’m sorry. I just… I was scared.”

Dabi looked confused, shaking his head as his brow furrowed. “Scared of what, doll?” You caught the hurt under his voice, and were quick to respond.

“Not of you, I swear. I… my Quirk is Regenerative Absorption. I can heal wounds and absorb pain into my own body. I was late developing it, so I was officially registered Quirkless since I was already eight and didn’t have a Quirk. A couple months later, my eye turned green. I’d gotten a Quirk.

“My dad… he dealt with chronic pain. He had me absorbing the pain. Mom let it happen. They punished me whenever I would refuse. Neither of them let me reregister my Quirk. It kept me from being able to report that they were abusing it—though nobody ever did anything for the child abuse reports, so it probably didn’t matter anyways. Eventually I gave up asking to be reregistered. I gave up fighting.

“Then I turned eighteen and decided a decade of this shit was enough. Told them I was done. They kicked me out. I swore I wouldn’t let anybody take advantage of it anymore.” You smiled bitterly, shifting from your kneeled position into sitting cross-legged.

“Fuckin’ bastards,” Dabi snarled. “Want me to torch ‘em? I’ll reduce them to fucking ashes, I swear—”

You laughed a little. “Maybe one of these days, pretty boy—when we’re better off.” He grumbled at that, but relented. “Hey, if you were to get caught, Nugget would have nobody to torment for warmth.” You teased gently as you stood.

You both knew what you meant.

If you were to get caught, I would have nobody to talk to again.

Dabi put his rage away for another day. “Can’t have that, now can we, doll?” He drawled, getting up from his spot.

“Can you…stay? Tonight?” You asked, avoiding Dabi’s eyes. “Just to make sure you don’t keel over or something,” you added quickly. Please.

“...sure thing, doll. I’m sleepin’ on that dingy mattress with you, though. No way in hell I’m sleeping on the floor, and you ain’t, either.” He kicked off his boots, then walked over and plopped down onto the mattress. Boo side-eyed him for disturbing her, but settled back down. Nugget quickly found a spot on Dabi’s chest.

You smiled at the sight of your pets cuddling up next to Dabi, then turned out the light and laid down beside him. “G’night, Dabi,” you said softly.

“Night, little mouse.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki toya x you #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x you #my writing #bnha fanfiction #navi: we cant fix each other #writing.txt

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here-have-some-stories · 5 months

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Massacre Masquerade: Chap 2

Jareth-Suit quickly pulled away, placing their hands on F.M chest to push them back slightly. ‘Wait, wait. Hang on a second.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Frog-Mask asked, generally sounding apologetic, ‘I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve asked. I fully understand if you want to le-’

They were silenced as Jareth-Suit put their finger to F.M lips. F.M noticed them looking around slightly. They moved their finger away.

‘Okay no one’s watching, you may continue.’ And with that they grabbed Frog-Mask by their dress and pulled them in to kiss them back.

They were passionate, but it was a gentle passion. A passion that showed they cared about each other despite barely knowing each other. They both slowly sank down to their knees, their lips continuing to gently touch each other. They were taking things slow. There was a silent agreement between the two of them that that was the right thing to do. Eventually they gently pulled apart, looking at each other. Jareth-Suit had Frog-Masks face cupped in their hand.

‘My name’s Deacon,’ Frog-Mask said all of a sudden.

‘What?’ Jareth-Suit asked, a little confused. Their mind had been so caught up with staring at the beautiful person opposite them and the kiss that they had completely missed what had been said.

‘I said my name’s Deacon,’ Frog-Mask repeated.

‘Oh. That’s a really nice name.’

‘Thanks,’ Deacon replied, smiling one of the prettiest smiles J.S had ever seen. ‘What 's yours?’

‘Leon.’

This one is quite short. There is a reason for that. Where I ended the first chapter I thought was good, but I also thought it was too long. This part if think is also a good way to end it off, especially since the next part of the story is supposed to be a different scene, not continued on from directly after.

Please review if you liked it and if you have any feedback, suggestins or questions I am still, and always will be open to them. They are actually very much appreciated.

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koyunsoncizeri · 11 months

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Hey, sorry to bother you; but here are some songs that give me Ulmo vibes, and I thought you might like them 💕.

Drunken Sailor by Aeseas

Oceans brawl by Coeur de pirate

Mermaid by Skott

What the water gave me by Florence + the machine

Salt and the sea the lumineers

Jenny of oldstones

OHHH ;!!!!!! DUUUUDE nahh what ya sorry for ?? Suggestin me amazin songs ?? 😭😭

You are so right for the ulmo vibez. i especially loved "What the water gave me"

Thank u +!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥹🫶🫶🫶

#ulmo #silmarillion

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valkyrie-file-archive · 1 year

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DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS!!! MAYBE WE CAN HELP YOU GET OFF WRITERS BLOCK BY SUGGESTIN!!!!!

idk I have 19 requests sitting in my inbox and they haven't been helping so far 💀 but I appreciate the thought anon! Thanks :3

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autumnwritcs · 2 years

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starter for @writingxthexsilence ;; continued from HERE

As Audrey was dialing she saw a car park eight in front of her and because she wasn't so naive to believe it was a good samaritan wanting to help, the brunette closed the door completely -not that it was of much use with a flat tire but come the moment, it'd be an obstacle between her and the man that came out of the vehicle. He looked well-dressed, however, his face revealed a hardened edge making him look quite distrustful even though it was hars to ignore he was also quite handsome. But she knew better than to lay down her guard when she was stranded at the road without a working vehicle no matter how hot the stranger in question was. Her heart pounded in her chest at the forever present posibity of troubles but she squared her shoulders, knowing she kept a pepper spray in the car and looked at the through the half open window hence she got to hear his offer clearly.

"Thanks, but I'm already calling a tow." Audrey gave him a polite smile. "No need to stay back." She uttered the words in the most nonchalant voice, as a suggestin rather than a wish.

#Audrey ft #Audrey ft Oscar #ft writingxthexsilence

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faerystardust · 2 years

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SKELD UNIT 10.042: RECORD XX

{> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): [illegible]

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Oh, worm?

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Hey Sour Apple, I was startin' ta wonder where you'd gone.

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Oh, uh? Hi, Doctor, what... what are you doing in here?

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Caught Mocha Bean's kid in here. Oh, uh, speakin' of Mocha Bean...

[chair squeaks, shuffling on carpet]

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Lavender Plum, d'ya know if Cap sent em ta medbay yet or not?

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Why would I know that?

> Berry Pie (They/Them): No need ta get huffy, was just a question. I figured you might know since you're both officers. I need eir kid to do a scan since jhey didn't with the rest of us when we boarded.

[a pause]

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Yes, Captain Vanilla Sundae sent Mocha Bean to medbay with eir kid.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): That wasn't so hard, see? Ya might just get that stick out of your ass before we get ta the Polus star system.

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Forgive me for wanting clarification, Doctor.

[chair squeaking, settling]

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): [sigh] Okay, thanks for watching the hub, Berry Pie. Lavender Plum, if you're done 'escorting' me, don't forget to uh, do that report thing I told you about?

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Report thing?

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): It is none of your business, Doctor-

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Yeah, I think Lemon Wedge is an impostor.

[silence]

> Berry Pie (They/Them): ... Lemon Wedge?

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Yeah, it makes sense, doesn't it? Lemon Wedge has been-

> Berry Pie (They/Them): There ain't no way in the void that Lemon Wedge is an impostor.

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): What makes you say this, Doctor?

[a pause]

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Well, for starters, it's too obvious. If it had anything ta hide, it sure ain't actin' like it.

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Impostors are unpredictable, Doctor.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): The only thing unpredictable about Lemon Wedge is who it's plannin' on flirtin' with next. And even that ain't too hard ta follow.

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem Rhir): You seem rather determined to defend it.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): I ain't been wrong about an impostor yet, and Lemon Wedge don't feel dangerous to me.

[silence]

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Um... can you still file that report anyways, Lavender Plum?

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Affirmative. We are not supposed to disregard impostor suspicions in any case.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Wasn't suggestin' that you do. Just my personal thoughts on it, since you asked for 'em.

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Mmh.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Anyways, 'fore I go, Sour Apple?

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Yyyyes?

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Keep your suspicions secret. Any one of us in this room could be an imp, and you might've just given them a convenient way to manipulate you, usin' your thoughts on Lemon Wedge to their advantage.

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): O-Oh.

> Berry Pie (They/Them): Ain't tryna scare ya, but you need ta be careful. MIRA ain't givin' any fucks about our lives out here anymore.

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): ... Okay.

[footsteps over carpet, then metal, gradually retreating]

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): [muttering] What a pain in the ass.

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Huh?

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Just thinking to myself.

[footsteps over carpet, pausing on metal]

> Lavender Plum (Rei/Rhem/Rhir): Peach Melon, I believe Lieutenant Chili Pepper was looking for you earlier.

> Peach Melon (He/Him): [soft crinkling of paper]

[retreating footsteps over metal continue before being followed by a second, heavier pair]

> Sour Apple (Kei/Kem/Kir): Ughhh...

#among us ocs #records : tvyem log #tvyem log #sour apple lime : tvyem log #berry pie blue : tvyem log #lavender plum purple : tvyem log #peach melon pink : tvyem log

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redemptioninchaos · 1 year

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Wing: share a snippet that you daydreamed about before writing it (or a snippet that you were really looking forward to writing.)

"I look fuckin' ridiculous," said Sergio, the tabby dressed in a cowboy outfit. "My short ass could neva even pass as a cowboy."

"And you think I'd pass as a sheriff?" Bonita walked by, dressed in a Western sheriff's costume. The main difference was the golden six-pointed sheriff's badge attached to her chest. Bonita was a lioness who had the same color eyes as Sergio did. She was taller by a few inches and had broader shoulders, but she was about as wiry as he was. She had golden brown fur and two round ears, differing from Sergio's pointy ones.

"I mean, you already a cop, so it works. I don't know how I'm supposed ta feel 'bout you suggestin' I be a cowboy. What, I'm supposed ta be an outlaw? Horse wrangla type shit?"

"If you wanted, we could switch so that you're the cop and I'm the robber."

"What I wanted was ta not be involved in this bullshit-ass Halloween party," he retorted. "Only reason I am is 'cause you payin' me ta go."

"I knew that you'd try to use work as an excuse. But I don't want to see you overwork yourself. I mean, people usually have hobbies. You just...work all day."

"Who gives a shit what I'm doin'? I ain't doin' nothin' that'll get me back into the clink. I ain't hurtin' people. I'm stayin' in my lane."

"Just saying...if your cousin works longer hours as an officer and still finds time to go to parties and hang out with friends, you could probably take some time off, too."

"So, what, you bringin' me ta this party ta flex on ya loner cousin that you got friends and I don't?"

"I'm hoping that you can leave this party with at least a few new friends. And...after what happened in town a few days ago, I just wanted you to be safe."

"You ain't my mom," he said, rolling his eyes. She certainly wasn't his mom, which was why he even gave her the time of day when they first met across the prison glass. That was about nine months ago, but Sergio still had to get used to someone other than Liv actually caring about him.

And perhaps Bonita was right. He was earning money, but it was hard to feel any sort of joy with Liv gone. A couple one night stands felt...all right at the moment, but didn't replace the hollow feeling within his soul. Deep down, Sergio knew that he was merely surviving instead of living, probably had been since his dad died. One night dressed as a cowboy wasn't going to kill him. Perhaps it would have been just the thing he needed to break through his shell.

"But...thanks. I...I'mma try ta enjoy myself." His expression softened as he uncrossed his arms.

"That's all I ask for. And if you don't end up enjoying yourself, you still got 300 dollars."

He scoffed. No argument there.

#sergio #bonita #sneak peek of bt2

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