#ah man she really WOULDN'T ever have had anyone do that for her

[hypewinter]

A continuation of this

It was amazing how interesting the hors d'oeuvre table became when one was avoiding social interaction. Danny pouted as he filled yet another plate with the tiny little snack foods. He should have listened to Mom. She had warned him he wouldn't like the party but he insisted on coming too. But how could he resist? When he heard all the fun stories his uncles told, he wanted to see for himself. And his grandpa had been so happy that he wanted to come too. Danny thought he would be in for a night of excitement especially since he'd be able to stay up past his bedtime yet instead he was currently bored out of his mind. He was also incredibly uncomfortable.

Danny didn't like how all these older people kept coming up to him and asking him weird questions or squeezing his cheeks. His mom and uncles tried to intercept as many people as possible but some people had gotten to him and. Danny didn't complain though as he's the one who wanted to come anywhere and he didn't want to seem like a brat. Plus he was still holding out hope that one of his uncles would do something interesting and if he complained, he might be taken home early.

That's why Danny had taken to avoiding his mom. She was very good at reading him and was even teaching him how to read others. If she saw him it would take 0.2 seconds for her to realize he didn't want to be here anymore. Mom was really nice so she would probably take him back home when she noticed. But Danny was a big boy and big boys suck it up for uncomfortable parties that they begged to attend. Though he still wished Sam were here. Sam? Who's Sam? He couldn't remember. There were a lot of things Danny couldn't remember. Even when he tried really hard to.

"Ah so this is the newest Wayne brat!"

Danny was pulled from his thoughts and looked up to see a man staring down at him. The man's blonde hair was very shiny. Must be full of a lot of that gel Uncle Damian liked to use. But he had put on too much and now his head looked all flat and shiny. But maybe the man liked being shiny since he had a lot of gold jewelry on too.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" the man said harshly, his lazy brown eyes boring into Danny. His body language was practically screaming How dare you? Better than you. This man seemed to sway quite a lot too. Was he drunk? Mom had warned him to stay away from drunk people but it would be rude to just walk away wouldn't it?

Instead Danny put down his plate and signed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You just have really pretty jewelry sir."

The man's glare only intensified. "Huh? Whazzat? Talk damnit!" He began to project annoyance.

Danny furrowed his brows slightly. The man had said a bad word. You're not supposed to say bad words around children. At least that's what Grandpa Alfred had taught him when Uncle Jason got in trouble for saying one near him. It was also frustrating that this man didn't know any sign language.

Nevertheless, Danny pulled out his phone and opened the notes app. He clicked on the first page which read, "I'm sorry, I have limited speech and use sign language to communicate. However I can use this notepad instead." He held it up for the man to read.

Yet again the man didn't seem to be satisfied as he retorted, "You can speak but you choose not to? You're an arrogant little brat aren't you?" Angry. How dare you think you're above me? Uh oh.

Danny quickly scrolled down to a blank space so that he could explain it wasn't like that but he never got the chance. The man snatched the phone from Danny's hands.

"Listen you little turd," the man hissed, leaning in close. It took all the self control in Danny's body not to gag at his breath. "You may think you're all high and mighty just because you got lucky but make no mistake. You're just gutter trash. Just like all the other pests Wayne brought into his household and just like your mother."

Tears pricked at Danny's eyes. That wasn't true. Neither his uncles nor his mother were trash. They were good people. The nicest people ever. They saved Danny from that terrible terrible place and gave him lots of hugs and sweets and warmth. This man didn't know what he was talking about.

The man continued, "You'll do well to respect me as unlike you and your little pretend family, I actually come from a distinguished background. I'm not some orphan from an unknown background whose parents probably sold him for drug money. Do you hear me?" Hostile. Don't mess with me!

"If I tell you to speak to me, you speak to me. Is that clear?" You're beneath me. Know your place.

Danny didn't know how much longer he could keep the tears at bay. Luckily he didn't have to.

"Is there a problem?" There she was. Mom! In all of her glory. Her hair done up in a little bun and dressed in a suit matching his. He had actually picked it out for her.

Danny rushed over to her and clung to her leg. Not trash he projected. My family. Meanwhile, the man's attitude did a complete 180. "Ah Ms. Cassandra it's so nice to see you again! I was just complimenting your little one on how cute his suit looked on him!"

Mom ignored him and looked to Danny instead.

What happened?

Insulted you. Insulted my family. Mean man. Bad man.

Cass gently patted Danny's head. He loved when she did that. Okay now. Don't worry.

Mom turned back to the man. "For someone so much better than everyone, you really like hanging out in the Bowery," she said. I know your secret.

The man stiffened. Does she know? How does she know? "I'm really not sure what you're referring to Ms. Wayne." Nervous. Agitated.

Mom didn't say anything. Just leveled a stare at the man. His smile began slipping in the awkward silence. Panicked. Must leave.

"Well I should probably be going now. I feel like I've had too much to drink. Perhaps I'll go sit down," the man said quickly, excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Cass turned back to Danny. Okay? Danny buried his face into her leg. Wanna go home. In the next moment, Danny felt himself being picked up and cradled in his mother's arms. Let's go home, she portrayed with a smile. Danny desperately clung to her suit as his bottom lip wobbled.

"Sorry," he whispered. He wanted her to know he really meant it. That he was truly sorry.

He felt a kiss be planted on his forehead. "Don't be," Mom replied. Danny wrapped his arms around her neck and closed his eyes, finally letting the tears he'd been holding at bay fall. He took in the warmth and love his mother showered over him. His family wasn't trash. They were his saviors.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #you be believe when the rest of his family hears what that man said to danny #his life will be ruined

[lycheeloving]

ANOTHER MULTIVERSE FIC because I can't stop myself, apparently. An injustice!Superman one, this time. I imagine you were a small-time hero/vigilante in this one, so Superman knew (and liked) you before he turned bad, but you weren't super close, before.

-You wake up in an unfamiliar room, tied to a chair, not knowing how you got there. Kal doesn't ever let you leave the fortress. But you don't know how anyone else could have gotten in to take you here, wherever here is. Maybe it was Kal? But why would he do that?

-You spot a woman tied up in another chair next to you, it seems like she also just woke up. She reminds you of someone, but you can't remember who exactly... You want to ask her if she knows more about what's going on, when you realize you're both gagged. Shit. You can't even communicate with her!

-A man comes in, rambling something about how he's glad you're finally awake and about his plan finally taking shape. You feel like you should know this guy, but can't quite put a finger on it...

-Being unsure if you know who he is, as you're "not from here", he introduces himself. He's Lex Luthor.

-Wait. Lex Luthor? The Lex Luthor? The dead one, who was killed by Superman? Is this a prank? Because if so, it isn't funny at all. And quite dangerous for everyone involved.

-Luthor (if that is his real name) then focuses on the woman next to you. He addresses her as "Mrs. Lane".

-Lane as in Lois Lane? Like, Lois Lane from the Daily Planet? Clark Kent's, Superman's wife? Now you know something is extremely wrong. She's dead, too, and everyone knows not to mention her name unless they want to face Superman's wrath... You make a few muffled sounds beneath your gag, itching to ask about just what is going on here.

-Luthor says he's going to explain everything, don't be so impatient! He has a machine that can open portals to parallel universes, which is how he got you here. His plan includes kidnapping the person that is most important to Superman in his own universe (Lois Lane), the person most important to Superman in a second universe (You!) and then making the Supermen fight each other by threatening your lives. The only way to save you is if one Superman dies. This room is Superman proof, he can't hear or see anything that's happening in here, so they can't just swoop in and save you. After the fight, he's going to let the winning Superman enter this room, promising him that he can rescue Lois or you. Except not really, because he's going to try to kill the winner too, because that should be easier after he just fought another Superman, right? He hasn't opened a portal to let the Superman from your universe know about how he can save you, yet. He closed the portal he got you through immediately after kidnapping you, so he had more time to prepare everything. How he found you? Something about being able to detect kryptonian dna residue on you. And you were in Superman's fortress. Easy to combine that you must be important to him.

-That's... actually not a terrible plan! Sure, it might not work out exactly the way that Luthor is planning, but beating Superman with Superman is a great idea! Actually it'd be great if Luthor got a third one here. Two Supermen should definitely be able to defeat one Superman, right? Unfortunately you can't communicate any of this through your gag. Damn, you'd love to help him improve his plan...

-You wonder if he chose your universe completely randomly, or if he chose an evil Superman on purpose. You don't think he did, he didn't mention the regime with one word, and if it existed in this universe he wouldn't be working on this stupid plan. And Lois wouldn't be alive, probably.

-Before you can let your thoughts spiral even more, Luthor falls over. Huh? Is he unconscious? You spot Batman coming towards you. Ah. That explains that, then. Man, you haven't seen Batman in such a long time...

-"Are you two alright?" He quickly cuts through the ropes tying you to the chairs, freeing you. "Good thing you used your bat emergency-signal, Lois. I was able to get to you before Superman could fall for Luthor's trap." Wait, why would Lois contact Batman? Oh, right, sometimes you forget that he and Superman used to be friends, so obviously his wife would trust him too.

-He takes off both of your gags and then turns to you. "We figured out you're from a parallel universe, but don't worry, Nightwing is currently working on a way to get in contact with the Superman from your dimension, so-"

-"NO!", you scream, making Batman look at you in confusion. You quickly tell him to contact Nightwing, to make him stop trying to open a portal or god forbid, contact Kal!! Noticing the urgency in your voice, Batman quickly complies and lets Nightwing know to stop what he's doing, before asking you to elaborate. Phew! The last thing you need is an angry Superman wreaking havoc in a second universe.

-You start explaining to Batman about how your Superman started changing for the worse after Lois died (sparing the details, as she's kind of sitting right next to you), started to get darker, kill villains, everyone who did something bad, people who disagreed with him. Other heroes, even. People he used to be friends with. How everyone who didn't agree with him and join his regime, including you and Batman, had to go into hiding, trying to find a way to stop him. Clark, no KAL-EL found you at some point, but instead of killing you, he unexpectedly took you, basically imprisoned you. Kept you like a pet who's not smart enough to make their own decisions. (You never even knew he liked you like that at all, before that. Sure, he was always nice to you, but he had Lois!)

-Lois seems visibly shocked, whereas Batman just listens to you stoically. "All this to say, it's good to see you alive, Lois!" You smile weakly. She tries to smile back, but before she can respond, Batman cuts her off. "We should leave this place. I doubt it's very safe here. We should return to the Batcave, think of a plan." You spare one last glance at Luthor, who's still lying on the floor (Are we just going to leave him here? Huh. Ok.), then follow Batman outside.

-As soon as you're out of the building, something rushes past you. "Lois! Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Not something. Someone. You try not to flinch as he fusses over her, while she reassures him that she's fine multiple times.

-After he's convinced she's not hurt, he turns to you with a gentle smile. "Hello! So you're close to the Superman in another dimension, then?" As he takes a step towards you, you instinctively take a step back towards Batman. Clark frowns at him quizzically. It's funny, he almost looks like a confused puppy. You would smile if you didn't know that this is all a facade to distract from his god-like, destructive powers.

-"Turns out the other version of you is some kind of evil dictator." Well, leave it to Batman to get straight to the point. Clark opens and closes his mouth a few times, thinking about what to say. "Well, I can assure you that I'm not like the Superman you know. I promise you, I'm a good person! At least I try my best to be one. You don't have to be scared." His voice is getting increasingly gentle, trying to reassure you.

-"Oh yeah? That's exactly what the Superman from my dimension would have said, before..." You don't mention his wife's death, not wanting to anger him. "The same thing could happen to you. You might be nice now, but who knows what the future holds?" As you're saying this, you slowly move slightly behind Batman. Just in case. He should have some kryptonite on him, right?

-Superman just frowns harder, then turns to Lois. "We should go home." He picks her up and turns to Batman. "Contact me as soon as you have plans for... handling the other me." With that, he takes off.

-Batman ushers you into the Batmobile, where Nightwing (another ghost, to you) is already waiting. You keep turning to look at him during the drive to the Batcave, while Bruce explains the situation to him. If they notice your weird looks, they don't mention it.

-You allow yourself to feel some hope. Maybe you can contact your Bruce? Help him out! Send a few still good Supermen! Your head is spinning with ideas, and you're sure Batman can come up with even better ones. You can't help but smile, your nightmare might finally be over...

#once again i didn't exactly write the relationship this is about but wrote around it. hrm. #whatever i really enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading!! #hope i didn't make any weird spelling/grammar mistakes. I tried to proofread but. I'm tired. #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere dc #yandere!superman #dark superman x reader #injustice superman x reader #x reader #yandere #reader insert #dark superman #yandere superman x reader #superman x reader #lycheewritings

[ratcash-wasgud]

hi! i just came by your work last night, loved it! stayed up reading it! 11/10 *cheff kiss* Are you up for a petition? maybe another mizuxreader, perhaps villainxhero kinda situation. the reader could be one of the money/sex hungry affiliated with the white man (not a white men herself but like a lap dog of someone with higher power than Abijah Fowle). instead of mizu taking Fowler she takes the *reader*, keeps her alive and makes her speak 7u7 maybe scream. they end up helping each other in the end after much fighting. ofc adding some nsfw there pfff if that wasnt obvious.

hope you see this! lmfao

Omg, yes!! Genius. This set something ablaze inside me (especially since I love witty villain characters). I was thinking about making this a one shot tho, but if yall want a second part tell me, and i'll try. Try. Anyways, this'll be more lighthearted than my other works. Oh, and I'm sorry if this isn't how you imagined the story to go. I interpreted some of the originaly show's story, but mostly I just wen't along with what's the easiest to get my own story going, and I probably got some cannon info wrong too, but please don't yell at me lmao.

Btw!! I'm really glad i got a request!! So thank you! If anyone has any other ideas, I'd be glad to try and working with it!!

Okay, enjoy!!

ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥.

When Mizu pulled up to tea with Heji Shindou, instead of the half-blad old guy, she was faced with you. Some woman in strange clothing. It seemed like it was a mix of western clothing, and some japanese casual wear. You even had your hair down, letting it flow freely. How unusual.

"Ah, the infamous samurai who is tearing through anyone in his way!" You say with a smirk on your face, opening up your arms. "Come, come. Oh, and I see you've bought a dog too." You add, looking smugly at Taigen.

"How dare-" He starts, but gets shut down by Mizu quickly, and the two follow you to sit down.

"So, I've heard you're after the white men, huh?" You say, not sitting on your knees, but sitting down criss-cross style. "Why? What is it that you're after? Money?" You ask, starting to pour some tea.

"I don't need things like that. I have a vow. I swore revenge." Mizu says simply. "And what is it that you need from me?"

"Oh, nada." You shrug. "I'm just willing to offer a deal." You shoot the both of them a smirk. "I'd love to have that fat bastard dead too! My loyalty isn't with him at all!" You say it like it's the most exciting thing ever. "You see, that sack of shit has everything in the world! Money, power, connections...and he's still complaining! Ha! Meaning, he doesn't deserve it." You say as you lift your tea and take a sip. "I, on the other hand, would take much better care of his privilages."

"So you want me to kill him so you can take his place?" Mizu asks, highly suspicious. She glances at Taigen, who is still giving you a dirty look for your comment from earlier.

"Yap." You nod, tossing down your cup. "Fowler wouldn't be an easy target, so without my help, you could already start planning your funeral." You say, but now a small dangerous glint appears in your eyes.

"And why should I trust you?" Mizu asks, her eyes narrowing at you, but your smirk doesn't falter.

"You shouldn't. Didn't you mother tell you not to trust strangers?" You say with a chuckle and Mizu rewards it with a small glare. A small, but cold one. "Still, it's up to you. Do you wanna kill that bastard so much you're willing to take the risk?"

"And how do we know this is not an ambush? That you won't just kill us if we say no?" Taigen cuts in, putting his hands on the table which you reward with your smile getting smugger.

"Oh, please." You put your hands up in defense. "You really think I'd waste weapons and men on you?" You say, looking him straight in the eye. "And besides, you won't say no." You look back at Mizu. "My deal has only benefits for you. You'll just have to gulp down some self respect."

Mizu raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" She can't deny, having someone close to Fowler himself helping her would be a huge positive, but...you just seem so sly. Like a cat.

"Ah, you see, I can get you inside Fowler's little residence." You stand up to pull of a blanket off a big barrel. "You'd fit inside quite well. You're a scrawny thing anyways." You say with a taunting smirk.

"It's a trap!" Taigen says to Mizu right away, but Mizu seems unfazed and steps closer. "How exactly would you get me inside?"

"Aw, I wanted that one to be a surprise." You say with a mock pout. "Fowler thinks I'm out getting a good deal on sake, and I kinda am." You take the barrel's to of, revealing that it's half full of sake. "I'd have you delivered right to his nose."

"You'd die." Taigen cuts in again, and Mizu can see your eye twitch at that.

"Could you shut your lil' pet up? The adults are talking." You say, your smirk disappearing.

"She's obviously untrustworthy!" Taigen draws his sword on a whim, but he's met with a revolver to his head right away.

"Don't try that shit with me." You say, tilting your head at him, but you then seel Mizu's blade at your nape. "Touché." You mutter.

"So what now?" You ask with a smirk breaking out on your face again. "Kill me and lose your only chance at killing the man you swore to slay down? Ha! Go on then." You say, glancing over at your shoulder at her, and you see Mizu tense up.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your head and you fall to the ground. Mizu hit you with the hilt of her blade, stripping you of your conciousness.

The next thing you see is a capmfire and a siluette around you. As you blink a lot to clear your vision, you notice Mizu and as you look down, ropes around you. She tied you up.

"So you didn't kill me after all." You say out loud, getting Mizu's attention. "The other guy? The one with a bald spot and a funny glare. The dog." You look around.

"Away." Mizu shrugs simply. It's the truth though, Ringo is away in a nearby town, getting supplements for the road, and she left Taigen with a promise of a later duel.

"So...What is you plan now, big bad samurai? Try and torture me into telling you shit? Ha!" You say, wriggling in the ropes.

"I'm planning to exchange you for information." Mizu says simply, staring at the campfire. "I'm sure Heji Shindo would like to have you back."

You grit your teeth. "That old fucker doesn't give a shit about anything but his money and his dick. I'm sure that power hungry bastard is happy I'm gone." You say, scoffing. "But go on, try." Suddenly, you realize something. "What did you do with my gun?" You ask in a hurry, trying to feel around at your hilt.

Suddenly, Mizu lifts your gun, holding it between two fingers. "This?" She asks, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.

"Don't you dare lose it! I want it back when you're done with me!" You stomp your foot as much as you can.

"You know, for someone talking so big earlier, you're quite pissy now." Mizu says, rolling her eyes and you huff in response.

Then...as you glanced back at the fire, you noticed a small pot, boiling. You tried to lift yourself to see what's in it, but the ropes didn't allowed you to.

"...if I starve to death, I'm just gonna be a waste, you know." You mumble under your nose, and Mizu snorts. She then reaches for the pot, and pours out some what seems like soup into a small bowl and she puts it beside you.

You stare at the bowl, your eye twitching. "I can't reach it." You say, your eyebrows creasing together and she just looks at you with a small, amused grin.

"Huh." She says, leaning back on her hands. "Really?" She taunts you. Oh, this woman is horrible. Fine, you think. In one swift motion, you move your leg as much as you're able, and kick the bowl, spilling it all on Mizu.

Mizu's eyes widen and she looks down on her clothes. "...oh, you little bitch." She hisses at you.

"Come, kill me then!" You stick out your tongue childishly.

"You know damn well I could!" Mizu huffs back, throwing the bowl at you.

"Ha-ha, your whole little quest depends on me!" You laugh right into her face and wriggle your legs. Mizu almost growls at you and suddenly she picks up your gun again, and holds it above the fire, threathening to drop it.

"No!" You yell out, and fall forward, and bite into her ankle. Mizu yanks her leg away with a hiss and reaches down to pull you up by your collar.

"Okay, what's your fucking deal?" She says from behind greitted teeth.

"What's yours?" You ask right back, snarling right back at her. "If you'd wanted to kill me, you'd have done it by now. So, want me to talk? Earn it!" You say, getting closer to her face, trying to stand your ground.

"The fuck you want?" Mizu tosses you away, and sits at a reasonable distance from you. "To have Fowler dead? Then just tell me how to get in, and where he is!"

"I want you to untie me, and hand me back my gun!" You demand, and lift your nose, refusing to look at her.

"What's so great about this gun anyways?" Mizu picks up the gun again and looks at it more closely. It's obviously a western gun with a leather grip and engravings along it's barrel in the form of some kind of bird.

You scoff in response. "That was my first gun. It's special." You say like it's the most obvious thing ever. "I will bring it with me when I finally travel aboard, away from this stuck-in-the-past land."

"Huh?" Mizu raises her eyebrows. "You wanna leave Japan? For what?" She asks mockingly.

"Because! This place isn't wide enough for my potential! After Fowler is out of the picture, I will visit take his money and go to London. Start a new life and all. I will really bloom there." You say, rolling onto your back. "People will understand me there."

Mizu narrows her eyes. "I don't think people in Japan are the problem, you're just a common lunatic." That earns a chuckle from you.

"Says the guy who is set out to kill four men he doesn't know shit about." You says, glancing at her, and Mizu can't help herself, cracks a smirk.

"You have guts to talk back to your captor, you know." She says and lifts her eyebrows in amusement. She glances up at the sky too. The stars are very bright tonight.

"You won't kill me." You say, tilting your head so that you're looking straight at her. It's just now that she notcied how nicely the stars reflect in your eyes. Your eyes now look calm, and they don't have any slyness, or mischief in them at the moment. "It wouldn't benefit you." You shrug. "And torturing me would be useless. Pain passes."

"Say," Mizu starts, looking back at the fire. "You said that you're not loyal to Fowler. So who are you loyal to?"

"Me." You say withouth hesitation. "The one who I want the best for and I trust the most is myself. I'm not loyal to any old, egostical bastard with money, like most people in this country are." Say say it with disgust. "I never was and never will be loyal to anyone else, but me."

Mizu scoffs. "What are you, a stray cat?" She asks with a hint of amusement as she looks down at you. "That just makes you even more untrustworty."

You scoff back. "Who said that I want to be trustwhorty?" You ask, rolling your eyes. "Plus, I'm free. Well, not yet, but I will be. And it's not like you can say the same."

Mizu can't help but snicker. "Is that it? Freedom? I'm free enough, thank you."

"Naaaaah." You shake your head. "You're tied down by your own revenge. It tells you where to go, what to see, what to feel...if I told you where's Fowler, you'd get going by tomorrow. Even if I told you you'd die, you'd still go. Not because you want to die, but because that's the only thing you know. Revenge and rage. You'd jump in the well if I said Fowler's at the bottom of it." You say boldly, and look her straight in the eyes before you smirk slyly.

"You think you know everything, huh?" Mizu frowns and gets up to you, grabbing you by the hair. "You know nothing of me. I need this. I will throw my life away if I have to, to finish what I've started, so I won't think twice about taking yours too."

"You're all talk about killing me. Deep down, you know you need me." You taunt her. "You won't find that bastard withouth me. I work under his arm, I could get you there soooo easily, but you're throwing it away because you get too emotional." Your smirk gets even more smug. You kinda look like a cat, Mizu notices again. A cat that has just pushed off something expensive off a shelf, breaking it, and knowing it too.

Mizu noticed that sometimes you force that smugness into your little smirks. She sees it because the corners of your lips twitch. In reality, you are scared of her, but you'd rather die than let her see that. She never met a woman like you. She doesn't know how you got to the place you are, but she respects it. And still, you kow she could take your life. You're tied up, tripped of your weapons and vulnerable, yet you still taunt her. You're very annoying but somehow she can't help but admire your bravery. But the moment you're cornerned into a corner, you hiss and scratch.

After that, she lets you go and walks to be at a good six and a half feet away from you before she lays down, and decides to sleep withouth another word. Not much time passes when Mizu stays sleepless, but she hears you snore. And for some reason, she can't help but smile. You breathe through your mouth when you sleep. It's kind of cute.

The next couple of days are spent with Mizu travelling with Ringo and Taigen, and she drags you along too. Literally. She drags you while you're tied up. During those days, you managed to talk to Ringo a lot. Most of the time he's the one who's assigned to watch over you, and it doesn't seem like he has even as much as a mean bone in his body. You could even call some of your conversations pleasent. The other two on the other hand...you sometimes talk to Mizu and you two always end up in a neck to neck situation. Mizu wants to get you to talk, but she hasn't hurt you yet. She just always threathens you, yells and curses. You just flat out insult her at every chance you get though. It's not because you hate her, persay, but because you find it funny. You're being held captive after all, you need to use every chance you get to have fun.

Currently, you are left alone for the first time in weeks, as the others left your outside of town while they get something done. When you're sure they're out of seeing and hearing range, you start to rub the ropes on your wrist against a bigger rock you've found, trying to "saw" through it. When that irritating thing finally snaps, and you begind to get yourself free, you suddenly hear a very menacing sound from behind.

"The fuck are you doing?" You turn your head and see Mizu, glaring and gripping her sword. Fuck, you think and as she charges at you. You quickly throw away the rest of your ropes, and dogde out of the way. You didn't got to where you are now withouth knowing how to stand your ground, and defending yourself...and knowing how to cheat, of course.

You jump to your feet and get behind Mizu, and with one swift, forward kick to her side, you don't just get her to grunt and almost fall, you also send your gun flying from her side. By now, you've learned that that's where she keeps it. You're still just happy she didn't outright get rid of it. As the gun slides on the cold ground, you jump after it while Mizu regains her composure, and finally obtain it once again.

"Yes!" You silently cheer to yourself and point the gun at Mizu, who just looks at you, her blade covering half her face.

You gulp. Do you really wanna fire at Mizu? Kill her even? You did kinda want to kill her and betray her at first, but now you're...not sure. Sure, she's an asshole but...over those days as being her captive, you learned some things about her...she's not as heartless and cold. She fed you herself, she managed to keep you safe, even if she kept you in robes, and she just wants revenge...she even kept your gun safe.

But you can't show weakness. That's not what you stand for, so you shoot, but aim at her leg. She dodges of course, and manages to pin you down with her blade at your neck, but your gun at her stomach.

You just stare at her eachother, panting, not sure who's gonna kill who first. Mizu stares into your eyes, seeing her own reflection in them. Suddenly she notices that familiar glint in them, and how you swallow while panting, and how nose moves when you take a deep breath...and she feels her stomach fluttering. With adrenaling flowing through her veins and her skin haven't feeling contact with someone else's for so long, she makes a decision. A quick, and a little foolish one.

She pushes her lips against yours, her eyes closing and her breathing speeding up even more. And to her biggest surprise...you kiss back right away. It's all happening so fast. One minute you're nearly killing eachother, and in the other, you're passionately making out with her hands under your clothes, feeling your skin with your weapons thrown to the side.

"Asshole. You fired at me." Mizu mumbles into the kiss, her hands firmly feeling up the skin on your sides, while you rin your hands down her spine.

"Dickhead. You kept me tied up for weeks." You mumble back, gently biting into her lower lip, which Mizu rewards with a small gasp. Suddenly, she feels your hands under her clothes too.

"I knew it." You whisper. "A man could never have a soul like yours." You say and pull her back into a kiss. You feel her knees between your legs, pushing at your core, and in response you squeeze one of her breasts. Mizu starts to get rid of your clothes one by one, and as she does that, you quickly strip her of her own too.

Mizu's slander fingers slowly travel to your slit, but as she does, you grip her wrist and stop her. "No." You mumble. "Not like this." You flip her over (not easily though, she fights back even now), and look down at her naked form, quickly throwing away her chest bindings too.

"Fuck..." You mumble as you carefully align your core with hers, your clits touching, and moving together with every breath. And as you start to move gently, holding yourself up on your hands next to her head, you can hear her moan. She grinds back against yours, your juices mixing together. Even in this moment, it's as if you're both fighting for dominance. You don't know when will Mizu just reach up and choke you to death, but honestly? That's the best part.

You feel her hands around you, one clawing at your back, the other on your jaw...then cheeks, then lips, then the last thing you know is that she's forcing a finger inside of your mouth while you quietly moan and bite down on it. In response you push harder against her, almost squishing her clit with yours, which end in a louder moan from both of you.

"Can't...can't fucking take it..." Mizu moans, pushing her finger deeper inside your mouth before she retreats it, and uses her other hand to pull on your hair instead.

"What? Gonna cum? Ha." You manage to murmur out, not being able to stop your hips, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge too.

"You...fucking wish...ah!" Mizu's whole body twitches as you angle yourself a little differently, giving a whole new sensation to both of you, making you bite into her shoulder while she grips a handful of your hair thightly. And with that, a louder, choked back moan escpaed from both of you...being in perfect balance with eachother, and reaching your climax at the same time.

You stay there, just quietly panting and laying there, on top of eachother in silence for a while. You ahve your face burried into Mizu's neck, basking in her scent while Mizu still has her hand in your hair, feeling it's texture against her cheek.

"...you gotta go through a tunnel." You mumble.

"What?" Mizu perk up, lifting your head by your hair to look into your eyes.

"To get into Fowler's castle. You gotta go through a tunnel that is like...twenty steps away from the road's end and is filled to the brim with traps." You mumble, having your eyes open only halfway. "You gotta head East after you leave the last small village before the forest."

Mizu takes all that in. Now she knows how to get there...now she knows everything. "So that's what it took you to talk? For me to fuck you?"

"I fucked you." You say with a huff and get off of her, putting your clothes back on. "Well, I guess you got what you wanted, and I'm free too." You say, not really sure why. There are no ropes holding you back anymore, so...íthis is your cue to leave, isn't it?

"Wait, where are you going?" Mizu sits up, looking after you.

"Back to Fowler." You shrug. "I'm still his right hand. He probably sent men to find me." You sigh as you finish dressing up. "See you...at the castle." You say, look at her above your shoulder.

"..." Mizu narrows her eyes. "Fuck you." She spits.

"Check." You put on that so familiar smug smirk and hold up a thumbs up. "Spare me a seat in the audience when you cut his head off." You wave as you start walking away.

"...like a fucking stray cat." Mizu sighs, and before you dissappear, the last thing she sees is your wink.

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[twistedchatterbox]

"You are just like her, sweet little briar..."

summary: You are the descendant of a witch, unknown to you, said witch happens to be the most dearest and only friend to the ever-powerful fae, queen of the Briar Valley, Maleficent. tags. no chp7 spoilers, Female Reader, not implied to be Yuu/ramshackle perfect, pre-established relationship (both Malleus and Silver crush on you; Malleus pines & Silver acts), your grandma called Maleficent "Millie", You are Maleficent's new favourite person, Fae are sentimental, Fluff for Silver lovers, mild-ish Malleus angst if you squint, copious use of flashbacks, no beta we overblot like men.

Wordcount; 1300+ | Masterlist & Taglist

First meeting for the second time; You could not mistake that silhouette or those tell-tale horns for anyone else, no one could; Maleficent. ...You also couldn't hold back a smile though, it was hard to be intimidated by the queen based on your grandma's favourite villain. Waving, casually and inviting, you hoped, was your smile; and maybe too inviting it turned out to be, making your smile turn a bit nervous when she gasped and nearly ran your direction. Far too fast for your liking, surely. "Ah- Hi?" You said, barely gulping the volume so that you wouldn't choke or worse, yell at royalty by accident. If you had any more of a mind to give thought, you'd curse Sebek out for his disgusting lack of volume filter. And then, gloved hands; nothing could prepare you for the way she cupped your face and smushed your smile between her palms, just like your grandma- untimely comparison, you averted your gaze. "Oh my sevens-" The tiny, silent voice was not what matched her surface appearance as she looked at you as if analyzing you, and you were too scared to find out, not daring to look her back in the eyes. "You are just like her, sweet little briar.." The queen whispered and you were left confused as your eyes snapped back to see teary green hues. You were left as stunned as literally all others in the entrance room, some kneeling, some bowing, except for the second oldest person in that room; Lilia, who decided to take it upon himself to shine light on the situation. while sebek tried not to sneeze too loudly, who was thinking about him? "Your highness, this 'her', do you speak of your human friend?" The ex-general spoke, calm yet playful, mischievous but kind. His gaze softened, "I must admit I can see the similarities." Lilia noted. The queen gave the faintest nod of confirmation before blinking the tears away, unnoticeable, tiny tracks invisible to anyone who wasn't searching for it. "She looks just like her.." Responded the fae. ... "Hm? Ah.. You are a child of man, aren't you?" She asked, yet it was no question. "Do you happen to live here, I will take my leave if so. Uninvited guests are-" "Who said I wouldn't invite you anyway?" was the impulsive response, human witch, green eyes met hers and maleficent crossed her arms with an annoyed huff. The sheer audacity of this child of man. "Who said you would?" which prompted, and honestly she should have expected this one, the answer "I could."

Ah, you thought, going over everything you have discovered so far; the magic mirror belonged to your grandma, and it was given to her by the Draconia family. That made you wonder, is the other side of the mirror really home?- Your head and heart hurt in confused tandem as you tried to stop the complicated thought process. Well, at least you had roots in this world; planted in the garden of the strongest person in said world. Unable to stop an overly amused huff from escaping your mouth, you sighed and smiled. Sitting upright and correcting your frankly fucked up posture, you must have curled up on yourself without noticing as you were deep in thought. And one thought train arrived just after the other, as you put two and two together. "Her name was Millie" She said, handing you a royally expensive black dress; lace, long, flowly and slim, the dress hugged your form wonderfully. Your grandma gave you another once over before nodding in satisfaction, picking up where she left off "and this dress was supposed to be hers, we found it while on a shopping spree but she decided to buy it for me instead." She laughed, "Now, it's yours". And now, it wasn't you who greeted yourself out the train of thoughts, but the subject of memory; accidentally, you let the cat out of the box. "Millie?- I mean, i-" You stuttered, watching as the grand fae's eyes widened and her expression drifted to that of a fond joy. Once again, the dorm of Diasomnia was left bewildered of you and frankly, you'd side with some of them on this one too. Maleficent blinked with an averted gaze before turning back "She still talks of me, little briar?" she asked with a gentle tone and you caught up to yourself, slowly nodding with a soft smile. "Yeah." You returned eye contact, reaffirming with a more confident nod, trying again "She would always talk about you."

"She was absolutely correct, this dress does look wonderful on you;" Maleficent said, clasping her hands together, proceeding to shoot a mischievous grin to her boys with a ever-faint sadistic glint in her gaze. "Don't you agree?" asked the fae queen, gesturing to the dorms' big names, who all but scrambled to nod and wobbly voice their agreements, including Malleus Draconia himself. Except... "Mhm.." Silver mumbled, clearing his throat "You look so dreamy.." he voiced his opinion, his tender and near-lovestruck gaze making you more flustered than you'd like to admit. Hiding the most likely dorky grin behind your black-laced hand, you murmured your thanks albeit bashfully; making the fae queen grin, and the fae prince pout. "Those two look very much like a princess and her faithful knight like this, y'know?" Lilia cackled in good nature, elbowing some student to the side as gently as he could, making eye contact with Maleficent who laughed in agreement. Oh now Malleus was getting truly and royally annoyed with his family, not that it showed, they were far too focused on you after all; and he really couldn't comment on that without being a hypocrite. So he crossed him arms and looked your way- As a crack of lightning fell in tandem with his mood somewhere further into campus grounds; his own knight,andbestfriend was kneeling before you, his princess, pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist, then between your knuckles and fingers. The knight's silver hair, fitting the name, moving ever so lightly with the grace of a swan as he lets out a calm, happy laugh; somewhere between a chuckle and a giggle, he figured. "You really do look like a princess" Silver says, looking up to meet your eyes when your fingers curl soft around his hold, taking it as his cue to speak and stealing the air in your lungs and the words from your head; your own heart willingly jumps into his arms already without needing any further coaxing. Somehow, it, your heart also manages to speak for you; soft spoken in tone, "And you look like a prince" you murmur, "though, I certainly wouldn't mind it if you were my knight" a whisper mostly to yourself, too flustered to speak any louder where you stood. Thankfully it reaches the ears of your sleepy knight-prince, painting his cheeks in a beautiful shade of light coral pink; and the ears of a very conflicted prince, looking down at the ground as he silently pondered what he should do. Well, in either path; you certainly had gotten the cream of the crop and the cherry on top, a princess adored by a prince and his knight, even if you were unaware of just how deep those feelings ran in their veins for now. Maleficent couldn't help the bittersweet shake of her head, thinking back to a long, by-gone era of her youth; sure, her beauty endured the lasting test, but humans lives were not known for perseverance against the very same march of time. Yet the ones that shine bright always left their mark, the unforgettable kind; and when the fae queen looked upon you with a grateful gaze, she began counting her very own blessings to have met her best friends family. One as witty, kind, bright and just as special, uniqueness must've run in your blood. Loved. And once again, she stood by; first meetings for the second time, she supposed. Glancing properly to the side for the first time, Maleficent felt like a reflection of the by-gone times of her youth stare back at him. She looked between you and the younger Draconia, and glanced to Lilia who gave her a knowing glance.

You really are just like her, sweet little briar; sought by the crown fae and the ever faithful knight of said fae.

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[boldlypurplelight]

Love is a drug|| JJK|| 8

Pairing: Yandere CEO Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.

Warning: Yandere jjk, use of drugs, stalking, the characters are all fictional, killing, backstory of Jungkook's parents.

Summary: After knowing Jungkook's intentions YN was horrified trying to get out of his life as soon as possible. But Jungkook's there, he'll always be there.

Chapter 8

"Happy birthday YN-AH"

Yn was overwhelmed. You were never upset on your birthdays, but this one was exception. Jungkook made you upset as well petrified on your birthday.

"Thank you so much!!!" You thanked them from your whole heart. They made you feel worthy. At that time, you knew, people come and people go. We shouldn't let them be a hindrance in our life.

You smiled. Wholeheartedly. For the first time in a while.

The trip ended well as you were standing in front of your apartment looking for your keys. When you looked up you froze at your place.

It was Mrs. Jeon.

You met Mrs. Jeon once. Jungkook's eyes were sparkling whenever he talked about his mother. And when you first met her, you knew why he adores his mother so much. She welcomed you with open arms, made you comfortable. She reminded you of your own mother.

You welcomed her in your home with a big bodyguard behind her.

"Happy belated birthday, darlin'!! " Mrs. Jeon smiled.

You couldn't help but smile back "Thank you Mrs. Jeon!!"

Her smile dropped as she asked,

"Don't you call me mother, honey" her sweet voice was really trying to make you cry.

Overwhelmed by all the emotions, you spitted out all the things you saw and you heard. Jungkook's mom listened to you keenly, she didn't utter a word.

When you stopped talking, you felt guilty. You talked about her son, ofcourse she is going to think it's nonsense, will slap you and get out of the house.

But as you looked up, you were met with silence.

"Jungkook won't cheat on you willingly, yn"

Stupid. Did you think his mother would take your side. You thought.

"At the end of the day he is Jeon, they would rather kill someone than cheat on their love"

You were motionless sitting their on the chair. This wasn't something casually comes out of someone's mouth.

"Yn! Honey! I need you to listen to me, would you?"

You were nodding your head even before you realise.

"Jeon Jungwoo, Jungkook's father was a very popular man in our academy. He was rich, charming and had the popular guy tag every year. And there was me. An average girl hoping to have a better future. I was shy but still a straightforward girl. Wouldn't let anyone bully me and since I was senior, I had low chances of getting bullied. But Jungkook's dad was arrogant, full of himself until we crashed. My books were on the ground and his new headphones. I wished that day would have never came up in my life.

Jungwoo was cursing and spitting venom from his mouth, to shut him up , I slapped him.

Whole academy was silent, no-one uttered a word. I realised my mistake but it was too late. I ran away after doing a 90 degree bow hoping to never meet him in my life.

But Jungwoo came up to me next day, his eyes boring into mine.

"I like you!! You're mine noona!!"

I couldn't believe my ears. I ran away that day but I couldn't run away from him my whole life. He came up and convinced my parents. He threatend peoples and my friends to not to talk to me. I hated him. He made my life difficult.

"I hate you!! I love someone else!! " I didn't but I wanted him leave me alone. The next day what I saw was horror. Pure horror. Jungwoo killed my male friend infront of me.

"I told you soo-yah!! You're mine!" He chuckled as if this whole thing was funny to him.

Days passed and his obsession grew. I was getting more depressed, living alone with no one beside me. Just him. One day I got to know I was pregnant with jungkook. Suddenly all my sorrows were thrown away. I was happy. Jungkook was my serotonin.

Jungwoo was happiest, he knew now I won't leave him. Ever.

Time passed so quickly with jungkook. I never let him get his mind corrupted by his father. I made him a normal person. But at the end of the day, he is Jeon. I couldn't change everything about Jungkook."

Mrs. Jeon took a deep sigh. It was difficult for her too she had her feelings bottled up in her heart for so many years.

"I would tell you one thing, YN. You might think I'm crazy but I'm helpless.

Run away. Don't let him get you. Go to the any corner of the world. He wouldn't trace you to kill you, trust me. But I don't want you to be another Soo-jin."

You were in shock. This was all new to you. How could you be so careless to not to notice his behaviour, to not notice everything happening in front of you. It felt like you were trapped in a maze without any warning. You knew sarah wasn't your problem. Jungkook was. Hearing the door shut yn knew Mrs Jeon left. You trusted Mrs. Jeon her eyes couldn't lie. Unlike Jungkook's.

You sat there for twenty minutes, contemplating on your life decisions. You cannot afford to make any bad decision right now. You dialed the number after being concious about the situation.

"Hello Nayeon!! Can you come at my apartment?"

Sarah finished applying her lipgloss. It was a nighttime. She checked the time as the doorbell rang.

Jungkook was wearing wearing a black suit and Sarah was drooling.

"You know you look hot in black baby, don't you?"

Jungkook smirked and entered the house.

"Come on!! Let's eat!!" Sarah happily skipped to the kitchen.

"I went to doctor today!" Jungkook spoke in low but serious voice.

Sarah froze. She grabbed the knife as instinct, faking her smile she turned around.

"Really babe! Are you ok?" As she gripped the knife tight behind her back.

Jungkook sat on the couch comfortably spreading his legs on tea table.

"I had to say, you're a good actor Sarah! But don't forget, I am the principal of the school where you're just a student."

Jungkook cutted the chase, he won't play games and waste time with her while he had the most important person. You.

Sarah knew it was an endgame. She has to kill him before he kills her. She strides towards him in order to attack but she couldn't. Someone stabbed her from the back.

Sarah turned around and saw her ex- boyfriend. The business man who had two children and beautiful wife. She used the same trick with him in order to be rich. But the man became a depressed and mentally unstable, she had no choice but to leave him.

Sarah saw herself getting punished for he wrongdoings. But the punishment was severe, it was death.

Jungkook looked at the man stabbing Sarah continuously. He couldn't blame him. When jungkook himself was literally fucked up thinking he lost you, so what about the man who lost his wife and children.

"I have no chance now! But you do. Go!! Get your girlfriend back." The man said with his dead voice staring into the soul of Sarah.

But what Jungkook said shocked the man more,

"Who said you don't have a chance, my father always said that never lose the reason you're breathing for anybody in this world."

Jungkook threw his business card at the man and litted up his cigarette.

"You know when to call me" as he exited the house with a cigarette and a crime in his hands.

Author's note: Wheew!! This chapter was a roller coaster ride. Comment down what do you guys think about it. And thank you Armys!!! For all your love. 💕

Taglist: @princess-sunshyn , @douknowbts , @ane102 , @jk97bam , @dodoneck , @hellbornsworld , @heyyymin , @loumin908 , @venusesworld

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[empressofthesunwriter]

Change the Narrative

If people knew the truth, they would call her a selfish monster.

But Katara had sacrificed anything for the world, for an ungrateful husband!

This time she would always choose herself first!

Here is a little one-shot of my anger about what happened to Katara in canon.

I want to give her the end she deserves, so I hope you enjoy it!

Katara knew it was time for her to die.

She felt it in her old bones.

Alone she lay in her bed at the South Pole and watched how the snow was falling.

At least she would die seeing the beauty of her homeland.

It was a good death.

The old woman blinked tears away and tried to be positive about her nearing death.

She would see Sokka, her father, her mother and Gran-Gran again.

It was good.

She had lived a long happy life.

Something burning and unsettling spread through her chest as she thought this.

Was it a happy life?

How often did she and Aang argue over simple things?

How often did she beg him not to play favourites with Tenzin? Yes, their youngest was an airbender, but what about Bumi and Kya? They were his children too.

But no!

The Air Nomad legacy was more important than their two oldest children and their pain.

Once upon a time when she was a young girl and fantasized about the man and family one day she would have, she never would have guessed how she became the kind of mother, who didn't fight for her children.

Who didn't call out her husband for his wrongdoings?

However, she had so with Aang. Since she had met him, she always had mothered him, shielded him from things which didn't fit his narrative.

He was the Avatar, the only hope to end the war, with a track record of running away.

They couldn't lose him, so she had protected him the best she could.

And she did so to her children.

No wonder Bumi and Kya didn't even visit her and Tenzin didn't have much of a relationship with her.

Where did she go wrong in her life?

When did she become a shadow of herself in the name of love?

Why did she even choose Aang?

Was it because of Aunt Wu's prediction, she would marry a powerful bender or because she had a feeling Aang...deserved her?

He loved her and had ended the war.

Was it so bad to give him a chance?

Sadly after sacrificing her best years for him and being rewarded to die alone without her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren around her, it may have been the most stupid decision she ever made.

Spirits, was she a bad person to think that?

She loved her family, really she did, but deep down she had to admit...she wouldn't do it a second time.

Katara wouldn't sacrifice herself, her ideals, and her dreams for Aang's dream.

She had her whole life given and given and was now at the end of it rewarded with nothing.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she slowly closed her eyes.

Soon she would join her loved ones...

Just...

If she could...

If the spirits were so kind...

If dear Yue heard her...

She wanted a second chance.

She wanted to live a life for herself and herself alone.

Katara had given in this life all and more...was it so bad that she wished for a second chance to get it this time right?

Was she selfish?

Maybe.

Surely.

But anyone had a point in their life where they had to put themselves first.

Her only regret was that she did not realise it sooner.

Katara closed her eyes and felt the last beats of her heart.

Never noting how the moon was shining brightly down at her...

***

She felt pain in her head.

Katara hissed and touched her forehead.

Why did she get a headache?

Where was she?

She blinked to banish the shadows before her eyes.

Slowly she could see.

Ah yes.

She was outside General Iroh's tea shop in Ba Sing Se.

The waterbender had seen Aang walk out and wanted to join him.

It was high time that she gave Aang her answer about them being a couple.

She had been unsure a few days ago, but now with the war over...why shouldn't she give him a chance?

He was standing at the balustrade watching the setting sun, it was the perfect moment.

As the waterbender made her first step towards him, an avalanche of emotions and vision filled her whole being.

Katara gasped quietly, trying to make sense of this.

It was too fast and also too slow...however, she felt it in her bones...whatever she had planned kissing Aang and getting together with him...it would be the worst decision of her life!

No, she didn't want what she had seen.

How could she sell herself, her principals, and her honour for a guy?!

How could she be together with someone who would play favourites with their children?!

No, absolutely not!

Whether this was a vision from the future to save her from this faith Katara didn't know, but what she knew she wouldn't make the same mistakes twice!

So angry she walked up to Aang and tapped his shoulder.

The Avatar turned smiling towards her. He seemed so happy and hopeful and looked at her like she had hung the stars and the moon.

For a second she flatter, which only made the vision come forth again and made her anger tenfold.

Oh no!

Not with her!

"Aang.", she began. "I don't love you and I never will! Stop pestering me about us being a couple! If you don't accept my feelings I will waterwhip you do your next incarnation, do you understand me?!"

To say he was shocked was the understatement of the century. She could formally see the heartbreak in his eyes and how he tried to speak up, maybe to guilt trip her, however, she wasn't having anything of it.

"Nothing you will say and do will ever change my mind! So don't even try. I will go back with Sokka to the South Pole and rebuild my home. That's where I belong!"

Dramatically she turned around and entered the tea shop again.

The others tried their hardest to seem like they hadn't listened in, yet Katara saw through them.

She sends them all an annoyed look.

"What?!"

No one said anything for a few seconds before Toph snickered: "Oh sugar queen, I hoped you had it in you."

This makes Katara smile.

***

The next months of her life Katara rebuilt with her father and Sokka their home. 

The Nothern Watertribe had tried to turn the South into a second North, except Katara was having none of it.

As a war hero, master waterbender and daughter of the chief she used all her power to stop this chances.

She was a force of nature!

No one had a chance against her.

Her family was so proud of her and she was satisfied with herself.

Yes, this was where she belonged.

Helping people and not being the soulless, passionless arm candy of Aang!

Katara was happy.

A voice inside her told her how she deserved it.

***

A year later found Katara as ambassador for her people at the first peace summit.

She was happy seeing Zuko again, they had written to each other, yet seeing each other in person was much better.

He had become her best friend.

And her wall against Aang.

As Avatar he was at the peace summit too. Of course, he tried to talk with her. Tried to sway her, saying he missed her and wanted to be friends again.

She saw right through him. Aang still wanted her.

Thank the spirits for Zuko having her back and distracting Aang.

When they enjoyed together a cup of tea in General Iroh's tea shop she thanked him for his help.

Awkwardly he waved it away.

It was nothing.

He and Mai had broken up and the black-haired girl wasn't happy about it.

Even if she and Aang weren't exes, Zuko knew how frustrating it was to have a person follow you like a shadow and demand to be together again.

In comfort, she petted Zuko's hand and told him he did the right thing to end things with Mai.

If she couldn't accept a no was she a good girlfriend?

A little crooked smile formed on Zuko's lips, and her heart stopped for a second, as he thanked her for her words and friendships.

Then he asked her to join him in the search for his mother.

***

Being with Zuko on a life-changing field trip again was... exciting.

They still worked flawlessly together, like when they had hunted down the murder of her mother, but now they were friends.

It changed a lot of interactions.

They were playful with each other.

Zuko was the only one who ever laughed at her jokes.

They were there for each other.

In the long days when they hunted down one clue after another and Zuko seemed to lose hope, Katara reminded him to never give up.

They shared the workload.

It was amazing not mothering someone and having someone help her around camp.

They were getting closer to each other.

They shared things they never told anyone.

Zuko told her how he got his scar and Katara hugged him, wishing Aang had killed Ozai.

Wishing Ozai was before her and making him pay for hurting her best friend!

Sometimes they just stared at the stars, inventing constellations, their hands inching closer.

Something new was born between them.

Katara didn't know what it was, but she would enjoy it.

It made her feel good.

After weeks on the road, they finally found Ursa.

And also a society of hiding airbenders.

Katara couldn't help but laugh in utter glee.

***

Was it really that surprising that Katara and Zuko fell in love with each other after their journey?

When she kissed Zuko for the first time, it was like coming home. 

Warm, welcome, familair, intim.

It was the best sensation in the world.

Something inside her told her this was how it was supposed to be.

After two years of dating and being the ambassador of the Southern Water Tribe in the Fire Nation, they married.

All their friends and half of the world were invited.

Yes, even Aang.

Aang was so grateful to Katara and Zuko for having found his people and was busy with the air nomads to rebuild their society, and seemed to finally let go of Katara.

Now they really could be friends.

***

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, master bender, war hero and Fire Lady became a living legend.

Not only the people in the Fire Nation adored her, but she used the power she wielded to make the whole world a better place.

She was the one who came up with the idea of Republic City, a place where all nations could live in harmony.

She revolutionized the art of healing with her bloodbending.

She installed fountains and aqueducts everywhere she could, so people had clean water.

Statues were built and universities, streets even neighbourhoods were named in her honour.

Katara taught new generations of waterbenders like her daughter Kya and people formally fought over to learn from the Fire Lady.

When their oldest daughter Izumi became Fire Lady, Katara and Zuko retired to Ember Island to live out their twilight years in peace.

They often had visits from their friends and families.

Their son Lu Ten, a nonbender, had married a waterbender named Mizuki and had with her five children.

So the proud grandparents helped their son and daughter-in-law raise the rascals.

It was fulfilling.

As Aang then died and was reborn as Korra from the Southern Water Tribe Katara and Zuko moved to the South to teach the new Avatar.

Korra loved Katara and Zuko like grandparents and loved hearing about their adventures.

After Korra goes to Republic City to learn airbending from one of Aang's sons he had with one of the hiding airbenders, the pair returns to Ember Island.

Zuko died a few months before her.

Katara followed him after the birth of their third great-grandchild.

Both died surrounded by their big and bustling family.

As Katara died, her oldest great-granddaughter, who was named after her held her hand, she couldn't help but feel happy.

She had lived a long and wonderful life.

Soon she would be together again with her beloved husband and her family.

And so the greatest and most beloved Fire Lady died in peace with no regrets in her heart, her story being told for thousands of years to come.

***

The Legend of Katara became a tale which young girls loved.

From a simple waterbender to a master, war hero and ruler over a nation, who changed the world only a few ever could.

It showed all girls, that they could do anything they wanted.

They could reach their goals and go even beyond.

This was Katara's legacy.

As it should have been.

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 18/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I've really debated whether or not I'll post this particular part today or do another mystery and have it revealed in a flashback or something.

But then I said nah I'll give it now so you all can enjoy!

Very dialogue heavy.

I appreciate again your reblogs, likes, and very especially, your comments. Something about seeing your reactions or theories motivates me even more. Nothing says writer's pleasure like the suffering of their readers <3

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Once upon a time, all Lucifer wanted was to create and be happy. To love and be loved just the same. Being the Angel of Creation and Humility, his Father often sought his counsel regarding the first creations. He was affectionately called 'my Morning Star' by his Father, reminding him that he will be the first light His creations shall see.

When tasked with guarding the Garden, he embraced that duty wholeheartedly. But with Adam's growing ego and Lilith's festering defiance, he could feel himself struggling. He had tried so hard to make it comfortable for the both of them but it was never enough. The only reason Lilith stayed in the Garden for as long as she did was because Lucifer refused to leave right away.

Lucifer: It's my duty, Lily!

That's what he had said. He loved Lilith but he was still very much afraid of what repercussions his Father may give for his disobedience.

Then comes Eve.

Eve was a lovely girl. She's Lilith but softer. She's Adam but kinder. But she has no free will. Adam treated her like a maid and she took it all with a graceful smile.

And well, you know what happened next.

An apple. A sin. A trial. A fall. Darkness. Fire. He wants to get outOUTOUTOUTOUT!-

A makeshift table with 2 chairs appear in between him and Roo. The Root of All Evil moves to sit and motions for him to join her. Lucifer hesitates but follows.

Roo: See, dear fallen, your old man damaged me enough that I can't get my original form to heal like it was before. And just when I was recuperating my power, you and your sinful lot sealed me! Low blow, by the way. Thanks yo you, my vessel is truly destroyed.

Lucifer: That's why you take on these forms?

Roo: Yoou got it! I can show you what I originally looked like but it's merely confined in this space. Like every caged animal, I crave freedom. Freedom I am not willing to have without a proper vessel.

She giggles as Lucifer's expression dawns in realization.

Lucifer: You... want me? As your vessel?

Roo: Yup!

Lucifer: But- Why?

Roo: Consider it an investment! Why, I can't think of anyone better to powerful enough to control Hell and dear enough to hold against Heaven.

It was Lucifer's turn to scoff.

Lucifer: Hold against Heaven? I don't have any value to the people up there. I am no longer an angel?

Roo had to put a hand in her mouth to prevent her from laughing too much again.

Roo: Naive, little fallen. You really think that?

Lucifer: I know that! Or did you forget that I was exiled into this god awful pit?!

Roo: Ah. But that's all, isn't it?

Lucifer: I- huh?

Roo: Your angelic status is all that they took from you, no? And this place is merely a change of office. You still answer to Heaven, whether you admit it or not. You still watch over humanity, albeit the worst ones. And most importantly, you were not stripped of your heavenly powers. You know why? Because you-

She boops his forehead and it took all of his willpower not to bite her finger off.

Roo: -are God's little favorite.

Lucifer: That's not true.

Roo: Yes it is. Tell me, Lucifer. If God was to punish you for the greatest Sin ever committed, why leave you with power to rule it? If that was you, wouldn't you take away all of their being and leave them to rot in the very bottom of the grave they dug themselves? Why would I cast them out them make them rule it? That's just absurd.

Lucifer: You're speaking nonsense.

Roo: Am I? The old man obviously loved you enough to let you keep your divine powers. He probably could not stand the thought of His beloved son suffering at the hands of some lowly human souls.

The Sin of Pride wants to rebuke but can't get the words out. He always did wonder why he still had his wings, why he could still create, why he was made the King.

'Was it really your love, Father?'

He shakes his head and leaves that thought. He may not be at the bottom of the food chain, that doesn't change the fact that he did not, is not suffering.

Lucifer: And you think saying all that will make me give your reign on my body?

Roo: Of course not! But you asked and I gave my answer.

Lucifer: And what happens if I say yes?

Roo: Not a matter of if, fallen. I know you will.

Lucifer: I need you to be more specific.

Roo: Insurance. We already established that you do not have anything else to trap me with and I'd be more than happy to consume all of Hell. It will be a nice snack before my comeback. So, really, what other choice do you have?

Lucifer: I am not just going to let you use my body to get out of here and destroy Hell another way!

Roo: Woah! Who said I'll be destroying Hell? I just want a vessel so I can explore! Plus, as soon as I enter your body, your little Ring would be back to normal.

She produces a golden contract out of the blue and lays it down for Lucifer to see.

Roo: So, let's make a deal.

Lucifer: No.

Roo: Hush. Let me finish. I get my vessel and I won't touch a single thing in Hell anymore. Your body will act as my new "container" by which, until your demise, will remain yours.

Wait.

Lucifer: What? My demise?

Roo: Yup!

Lucifer: I'm immortal. If we go through with this, you'll never see the light of day again.

This is too good to be true. Not only will Roo be sealed for good but then Hell will safe. So why-

Roo: Then what's the fuss? You trap me forever and with you being immortal, won't even have to think about the other end of the bargain. Fun, right?!

Lucifer: No. What are you not telling me? Why after my 'death'? Is something going to happen that will permanently kill me?

She just gave him a menacing smiles.

Roo: Time is relevant, fallen. There will always be slips and an ancient being like myself, I'm bound to see something in between.

Lucifer: Quit being cryptic!

He is at his wits end. The longer he stays here the worse it gets outside!

Roo: Let me put down the basics of this offer then: I get my vessel and I'll stop this little party trick of mine. I will reside inside you until your 'hypothetical death' by which I'll claim all your being, powers and all. I'll even throw in a sweet deal of letting you keep your soul or have you give it to whoever you wish.

Lucifer: .....

Lucifer: I want to add conditions.

Roo: Be my guest~

Lucifer: In the aftermath of my death, you will do everything in your power to protect Hell and its people against anyone or anything that puts it in danger as long as you reside in my body. That means I also prevent you from leaving this vessel for another to get out of that clause.

Roo: Wonderful-

Lucifer: Hold on. I'm not done. Since you said that you do not wish to have property of my soul, you are to give it to Charlotte Morningstar. She will also ascend as acting ruler of Hell upon my death, not you. But you get to keep being the most powerful demon in Hell.

Roo: Hmmm. Sounds fair. I like those odds, my friend. So-

Roo holds out her glowing red hand. She no longer wore Charlie's face but instead she is now a blob of shadows and eyes. Lucifer has to narrow his eyes to prevent him from being blinded.

Roo: It's a deal then?

Lucifer can already feel Roo's energy inching inside him

Lucifer: Deal.

A handshake. A drop of blood. And a binding contract.

The game is set.

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Holy shit?? This was so long??

Fun fact: this was one of the scenes I wanted to do in my first AU post, the radioapple one with Lilith and Eve. But this is more fitting here now.

ENJOYYY

please leave what you think!

If there are some changes then it's me proofreading it after posting a;sdkla

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[changedmyminditsnicehere]

So here it is! Only many months after my last fic, I am delighted to present, Hob and Dream make bad choices in a back office, the fic. I really hope this will mark the start of me coming back to writing a bit more after a slump! I've got ideas for keeping up this AU if people like, so please do let me know!

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Hob didn't normally attend these sorts of events. Scratch that. Hob had never attended one of these events before. It wouldn't even have crossed his mind if Genny hadn't suggested it at the Humanities start-of-term drinks. So what if Genny was a broke history of art student and Hob was a professor? Professor shmessor. As far as his salary was concerned, he certainly wasn't going to turn down the chance at a free glass of wine on a Thursday evening. That said wine had to be drunk in front of some incomprehensible contemporary art while surrounded by the sort of person who was very determined that they alone could comprehend it was a minor issue. Hob drank with Joyce professors, a few neo-expressionists were nothing to him.

With his spirits fortified by that thought, Hob had taken the plunge, looked up the nearest and soonest private art gallery opening in Mayfair, put on a slightly nicer suit than he normally wore and got on the tube. On arrival, Hob had realised the suit was completely unnecessary. Certainly, some of the (older) attendees were decked out in what was clearly thousands of pounds of suit, but the majority of the young crowd looked like they had taken a wrong turn through the zombie apocalypse on their way from whatever trendy bit of North London they emanated from. Ah, youth.

Still, Hob was unlikely to have fit in even if he had attempted to squeeze himself into some drainpipe leather trousers. He wasn't going to complain about seeing them on someone else. As he carefully lifted a glass of wine from the tray of a nearby waiter, nodding gratefully, Hob looked around the white-walled room, eyes passing over canvases and the crowd alike, then stopping. No, he certainly wasn't going to complain about leather trousers on anyone, especially not if some of the attendees could fill them out so well.

The figure had his back to Hob. One ebony hand gestured at a large canvas of swirling lines of black and near black and hips cocked at an angle that was doing, just, everything, for said trousers, the figure was clearly mid-sermon on the meaning of the mess to the young woman next to him. She was half to leather-trousers, half to the work, though the amusement twirling around her lips told Hob she was taking neither very seriously. If it was an art nerd's attempt at seduction, it wasn't going well. Hob snorted to himself and raised his glass, taking a sip of commiseration for all those poor undergrads who had ever tried to chat up a woman via metaphysics. 

The movement must have caught the woman’s eye. Her gaze flicked in his direction and Hob wasn’t fast enough in raising his eyes from the work of art in leather in front of him to the artworks around him. Brown eyes caught Hob’s and the woman’s amusement sparkled into an outright wicked smirk. Utterly careless that her companion was still mid-homily, the young woman reached out, grabbed him by the arm and dragged them both towards Hob. The crowd, previously stifling, seemed to flow apart like the Red Sea in her path. Hob found himself rooted to the spot as she held eye contact, unable to mingle off into the crowd as he had hoped.

By comparison, her companion had clearly not caught up with their new direction yet. Barely facing the right way, they were following with all the grace and hangdog expressions of a particularly put-upon wolfhound. Yet Hob was hardly going to complain about the opportunity to see said expression. If the view from the back had been good, then oh boy, the front was something else. Pale pale skin, with high cheekbones, wild dark hair and a nose meant for looking down on people, the man was a vision in black and anger. Somehow, Hob knew he was the artist behind the baffling canvases on show tonight. He also knew he really wanted to know what the artist looked like after Hob had licked away the anger currently curling those rose-bud lips. 

Unfortunately, imagining licking this beautiful vampire of a man, on his face or elsewhere, was hardly conducive to making the best first impression. As the woman pulled up directly in front of him, smirking delightedly up, Hob floundered desperately for an opening statement that wasn’t going to leave him wearing his drink.

"Hello?" There. That was a good start.

"Hello there yourself. I saw you standing over here admiring my brother's work and I just had to bring him over to say hello." Her brother clearly didn't agree if the way those dark eyes were currently flinting up at Hob was anything to go by. “I’m Morana, this is Dream.” Morana had a beautiful, chocolatey voice which she was absolutely using to encourage Hob into joining her in her mischief.

“Hob, Hob Gadling. It’s lovely to meet you.” Hob congratulated himself for managing a whole sentence and a completely unawkward tip of his wine glass towards the pair. Dream did not seem like he would appreciate the offer of a handshake, even if Hob’s palms hadn’t already felt sweaty enough he was worried about losing grip on his drink.

"It's just so hard to extract Dream from his studio,” Morana declared, a theatricality which could only be achieved by older siblings very much tinging her words. “I think it is important he talk to people who show an interest in his art whenever we manage it, don't you?" She was in no way even attempting to hide her awareness that Hob’s interests might lie elsewhere than Dream’s art, or her apparent delight in the fact. Dream, by comparison, was clearly trying to pretend that he was not party to their conversation at all. Well, Hob thought, two can play at that game.

"Oh, what can I say?" He smirked right back. "I've always found myself partial to the colour black."

"Perfect! Dream's all about black at the moment."

Dream, beautiful creature that he was, was not, it turned out, very good at tuning out inanities when directed at his work. With a derisive snort, he shifted his gaze from the mysteries of the universe to Hob and Morana.

“As I was just telling you, sister, the whole point of these works is that they are not actually black…”

“They are infinite colours, infinite varieties, I know dear brother. I wrote your catalogue essay. How about you explain it all to Hob here?” Her eyes positively gleamed. “I’m sure he’d love to hear all about your work. In fact, why don’t I leave you two to it? I’m going to go see if anyone here might have something more drinkable than this.” With a wave of a warm white wine glass, Morana disappeared smoothly into the crowd. 

Hob turned fully to Dream, ready to commence operation seduce-the-moody-goth-artist, despite having absolutely no idea what to say. Luckily, against all his expectations, Dream, appeared to be willing to talk to a complete stranger, if only about his work. 

“It is as my sister says. None of the pigments I used in this series are truly black, or anywhere close. If you look carefully, you can see.” Hob feels as faint as a Victorian maiden when Dream actually takes his wrist, long fingers delicately wrapping around his sleeve to pull him closer to the nearest canvas to demonstrate. “This series, this work, is about exploring the depths that can be found everywhere, if only one takes the slightest moment to actually look for them. It is not my fault that people so rarely take that moment to actually look at anything beyond their immediate impression.” 

Dream pauses, apparently socially aware enough to realise that a rant about human failings probably isn’t the best way to talk to someone that, for all he knows, could be a paying customer - not that Hob’s suit, or his shoes, make any promises about his ability to buy these works - the ‘price on request’ written on the exhibit list had confirmed that to him. But Hob was enamoured. Up close he can really see what Dream means, can see where the seemingly black canvas actually reveals itself as the deepest blues, purples, even greens glittering across the surface.

“Beautiful” he breathes. “Practically a playground, isn’t it?” He feels Dream freeze, the fingers still (still) clasping his shirt sleeve suddenly tensing, and he curses himself. What a way to stick his foot in it. Well done Hobsie. There’s negging and then there’s telling a man who works as an artist that his life’s work is just playing around. Bollocks.

But Dream, though stiff, doesn’t drop his wrist. If anything, he grips more tightly, fingers edging up, closer to bare skin. His eyes fly from the canvas to meet Hob’s. If Hob had felt like a Victorian maiden before, the sudden realisation that he could absolutely get off just from looking into Dream’s eyes and a touch to his bare wrist finished him off.

“You.” Add Dream’s breathy, breathless voice to the mix and Hob is off to heaven as well. Shame he absolutely wrecked his chance. “You would be the first person to say such a thing about my work.” Oh. Oh. Not a mouth-meet-foot moment. It may in fact precipitate a mouth-meet-something-quite-different moment Hob realised, staring into Dream’s darkening eyes.

“Really?”

“Mmm.” Dream was turned fully to Hob now. Hob realised how close they had become, a private moment in the middle of the ebb and flow of the art crowd in their corner. “People often see what they assume to be true. In me, as well as my art.”

“Too into the tortured artist ideal to see what’s underneath?” Hob quirked an eyebrow.

“Too enamoured of their assumptions to appreciate the potential for… personal enjoyment as well.” Hob had to take a conscious breath and loosen his fingers on his wine glass one by one. He debated just how inappropriate it would be to invite an artist to ditch their own exhibition opening for a shag right now or if he should wait around until the end of the opening, whenever that might be. They always said 9, but Dream’s crowd did not give off the atmosphere of a people who might allow an event to end before 3am. 

He was about to open his mouth to make the suggestion anyway when the crowd swelled once more, and Dream stumbled into him. In his loosened grip his wine immediately went everywhere, if everywhere was almost exclusively down his own front. Thank fuck it was white wine. Hob would not have coped with red wine stains on his singular dry-clean only shirt. 

“Oh dear.” He was barely surprised at how sorry Dream did not sound. “Let me take you to the office, I am sure there are towels back there. Maybe you can borrow one of my shirts.”

Hob was not convinced that a high end art gallery office space would stock towels, and much less convinced that he would fit into any Dream might wear. He was, however, not going to object as Dream used his grip on his wrist to weave through the crowd, utterly ignoring the various socialites waving tissues in a vain hope to catch the attention of the star artist. Looking past them too, Hob caught sight of Morena. His attempt to convey ‘sorry there’s been an unfortunate accident but I promise I will return your artist shortly and not get up to nefarious things with him in an absolutely not sound-proofed back office’ via eyebrows was swiftly and gleefully undermined by the salute she gave him with, what Hob couldn’t help but notice, was definitely a much nicer glass of wine than any of the other attendees.

He had little time to do much more than salute back before Dream was pushing him through a small door into a surprisingly large office space. As Hob stepped into the space, Dream leant back against the door, pushing it shut. The burble of the crowd through the walls didn’t entirely cover the sound of a lock clicking emphatically into place. “Just in case anyone tries to barge in.” Dream said, looking up at Hob like the picture of innocence through his eyelashes. “You know how people are at these things, always trying to get in places they shouldn’t.” Hob snorted. Dream stepped away from the door, walking towards a kitchenette on the far side of the room.

“And are we somewhere we shouldn’t be? I wouldn’t want to keep you from your adoring public after all.” Dream paused his rummage through the cupboards. From what Hob could see, those things had clearly never stocked anything more than empty coffee mugs and instant powder, and certainly didn’t currently contain anything as useful as a tea towel. 

“My sister runs this gallery. She organised this event. She can handle the crowd.” The lack of tea towels was swiftly going down as a problem in Hob’s estimation. The gap between Dream’s shirt and his leather trousers as he reached up into the cupboards however…

“Good to know,” Hob walked to Dream, stopping close enough that he wouldn’t be able to turn without brushing against Hob. “Any luck on the towels?” Dream’s huff is so clearly part amusement, part attraction, Hob can’t help but be flattered. Then Dream turns, carefully sliding his hips against Hob’s crotch and Hob feels his own breath being punched out of his lungs. Dream leans back, head tilted and a challenge clear in his sparkling eyes.

“No luck, tragically. You are going to have to take your shirt off. We can put it on the radiator to dry.” 

“And whatever shall I do, while I wait for it to dry? I’m not sure I can pull off the suit jacket without a shirt look. Certainly not as well as you could.” A rosy blush rises to Dream’s cheeks, but his face looks no less hungry.

“Oh, I don’t know, Hob Gadling. I think you could certainly give it a go. You might just become someone’s next muse.”

Hob can’t help it, as he looks at Dream’s smug face, at his beautiful rosy lips twitching like the cat who got the cream. He huffs out a laugh and leans forwards, hands coming to frame Dream’s bony hips and presses his lips to Dream’s.

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[anarcoqueer1994]

Fix it fic for this part 1

Eddie ripped the bandage off first. He seen the way Steve was acting shy and embarrassed after he came. Eddie had seen that before. It was the same anxious look every "straight" guy had given him after ever hook up he has ever had. He knew going into it that Steve couldn't see him as a real relationship. He knew Steve was just horny and he could help. He was used to this, so why did it hurt so bad when Steve left.

He tried to assure Steve(and himself) that nothing had to change, and Steve said the same. But then Steve left, and he knew he fucked up his friendship with the best guy he has ever met. Steve couldn't look at him the same. He was obviously uncomfortable.

Maybe it hurts so badly because Eddie let his feelings get in the way. He knew he was in love with Steve and still did this stupid shit. He had loved the way Steve felt beneath him, the way the other man's body melted under his touch, but it wasn't worth losing one of his closest friends.

He needs a distraction, anything not to think of Steve. Maybe after a while it won't be weird anymore. For now he'll try to keep some distance.

He decides to call up some fling he had in the back of a club in Indy. The guy was a few years older than him, but he had been fun; he was in a metal head, liked DnD, was obsessed with horror. Honestly, he was perfect for Eddie. He had told him to call him up if Eddie was ever in the area.

He gets ahold of him, setting up a date with him the following night. He really hopes this will be enough to get rid of the giant Steve shaped hole in his heart, only made bigger by this ill-advised hookup.

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"Steve..." Robin says softly as they are cuddling on his couch. She is running her fingers through his hair as he lays his head in her lap.

"Yea?" He whimpers, having been crying for the better part of an hour, not that he would let anyone other than Robin see.

"You should call him tomorrow..."

"Ugh, " Steve practically whines. "What for?"

"To talk about this. I know I'm not crazy, I've seen the way Eddie looks at you. This has to be some crazy misunderstanding." She insists.

"If you knew he "liked me," he sniffles. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Because I was hoping you two dinguses would figure it out on your own terms and shit, like me and Vickie. But obviously you both are too dense even after having your tongue down each other’s throats." She smirks.

"Ew, gross dude." He says, even if he has a little smile. "Do you really think he likes me like that, even though he said that stuff?"

"Yea, why wouldn't he, Stevie?" She assures him.

This gives him hope. Maybe Eddie was the one for him. After all, he wasn't blind. He had seen Eddie staring at him before, but he had tried not to read too much into it. But maybe he can read into it. Maybe Eddie was just confused, and he does want Steve as much as Steve wants him. "Ill think about calling him." Steve says, not hiding the smile in his voice as he does.

After that, they fall asleep watching some dumb movie.

Steve wakes up first. He decides to listen to Robin, give Eddie a call. He really wants to talk to him in person, though.

It's early, he knows he will probably be waking up Eddie, but he just can't wait. His conversation with Robin last night, really gave him hope that maybe he is overreacting. Maybe Eddie does want him, does want to love him, be with him.

He dials the phone and waits until Eddie sleepily answers, "Hello?"

"Uh, hi Eds..." Steve says shyly.

Eddie feels his chest tighten, anxiety from last night comes flooding in. He tries to push it down. "Oh, hey Steve. What's um up?"

"Ah. Um, nothing, really. I was just wondering, or I mean, I wanted to ask, do you want to maybe come over tonight?" And like hang out and talk?" Steve sounds nervous.

Eddie’s heart sinks. He knows Steve is a nice guy and probably wants to talk about last night and let him down easy. Or maybe he is trying just ignore what happened and show Eddie that nothing has to change. But he can't handle that right now. So he chokes out as confidently as he can. "Sorry, man. I got a date tonight. Maybe some other time?"

"Oh, a date. Um, cool. Yea that's fine. Another time" Steve replies, hiding the crushing feeling of getting his heartbroken again. There is a silence between them, so he quickly adds. "Well talk to you later." And hangs up.

Robin was wrong. Last night didn't mean a God damn thing to Eddie. He had some date tonight to prove it. He knows Eddie is not his, but it still hurts so much that there was someone Eddie wanted to date, not just fuck like Steve.

Steve hurts. He hurts worse than when Nancy called his love bullshit. This really was proof that another person he thought he may have connected with doesn't want his love either. He isn't worth it. He drags himself back to bed. Robin was up when he got back to his room. She was getting ready to leave, had the opening shift at the store. She sees the heartbreak on Steve's face.

"Are you still upset about last night. I thought we talked about this, Steve. Just call Eddie. It has to be a misunderstanding."

Steve's head is already buried in the pillow as he mumbles, "I did..."

"What?" She can barely hear him.

He lifts his head. "I said, I did. I called him, asked to hang out tonight so we can talk, and he has a date." He says shortly.

"What do you mean he has a date?" She says, confused on why Eddie would have a date after what he did last night. She had been sure for months that these idiots loved each other.

"I mean, he has a date with someone else. Someone better." Steve's voice cracks, tear welling in his eyes.

Was she wrong about what she thought she saw between them? And if she was, did Eddie know he is breaking Steve's heart? Was he leading her best friend on. For a moment, she sees red, face only softening when she meets Steve sad eyes. She sits back on the edge of the bed, "How about I call off, and we just sit around eating ice cream?" She pets his hair.

"No, Robs." He sniffles. "I think I wanna be alone. Go to work, okay?

She doesn't try to argue. she just nods her head. Steve is stubborn. "Okay...I'll be by later, okay?" Besides, Vickie is outside waiting to drive her.

"Yeah, okay." He manages to push out before burying his head again, content to lay in bed and sulk all day.

And Robin goes to work. But when she gets off, she does not go straight to Steve's.

~~

Eddie is running around the trailer, trying to get ready for this date. If he is going to make it to Indy, he has to leave soon. He wants to look perfect; he hopes this guy will be a long-term thing for him, someone who wants him completely. He tries not to think of Steve; tries not to be upset that Steve doesn't want him, tries to remember that at least Steve is his friend.

He is looking in the mirror, trying to fix his hair when he is drawn out of his thoughts by a pound at the door. Wayne is at Claudia's for the weekend, and he was not expecting anyone, so he doesn't know who it can be. When he doesn't answer right away, there is another pound and then a voice. "I know you're in there, Munson. The van is here." It's Robin...and she sounds angry? He is confused why as he answers the door.

"Calm down, Buckley. I was coming." He says as he flings open the door.

Without warning, she is pushing past him, making her way in.

"Yea, sure come on in. " He mumbles as she passes. "What are you doing here? I'm kind of busy getting ready." He says louder so she can hear.

"That's why I'm here, dingus!" She looks annoyed as she stands in his living room. "Why are you doing this to Steve?!"

"Doing what?" Eddie asks dumbly. How can he be doing anything to Steve. He was the one here with the heartache.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, trying not to lose her temper. "You really hurt him."

"I know. I shouldn't have put him that position last night, and..."

"No, you don't know." She cuts him off. "Steve really likes you, and you shut him down. But I convinced him to call you, and then I find out you are going on a date? So what, Eddie? Did you use his feelings just to screw around? Or are you really that blind?"

Eddie doesn't know how to process any of this. He is confused, Robin’s words racing through his head. "Steve likes me?"

"Oh my god!" She sounds exasperated. "Why the hell would he let you jack him off?!"

"Oh God, he told you that?" He isn't surprised, honestly. He should gave known Steve would tell Robin. "I thought he just wanted to mess around, Robs. That's how every other straight guy I have hooked up with was. I didn't want to make him feel weird."

"Oh, so you are that blind? Steve isn't just some "straight guy." I mean he doesn't really hide that he is into dudes with us." She rolls her eyes. "But that's not the point. Do you really think Steve is the kind of guy that would just use his friends like that? Has he ever given you any reason to think he would do that to you, Eds?" Her voice is softer, realizing her friends really are just oblivious idiots.

Eddie’s face drops. "No... he hasn't." He drops on the couch, putting his face in his hands. "Fuck." He sighs. "I fucked up, didn't I? I hurt Steve."

"Yea, you did." She agrees bluntly, before sitting next to him. "But, I think you can fix it."

~~

Steve eventually made his way out of bed, not bothering to get dressed in anything other than sweatpants and an old t-shirt, still in his glasses. He tries to ignore his feelings, trying to distract himself with TV. He feels almost numb, accepting that he doesn't get a happy ending. He was delusional to think otherwise.

He hears a car pull up outside and assumes it's Vickie dropping Robin off. He does not bother to get up, she has a key to his house. But suddenly he can hear music blasting from the outside. As he listens more he can almost make out the lyrics to "Burning for Love" by Bon Jovi, one of his favorite songs. The music keeps playing, and he can't figure out why they are just sitting out their blasting music.

He decides to get up and see what's going on, a little annoyed at Robin for sitting out their so long with the music glaring. But when he makes it to the window by the door, it's not Robin out there, it's Eddie. The music is coming from his van, as he awkwardly fidgets in front of the door, trying to decide if he should knock. He doesn't notice Steve staring, but Steve can't help it. There Eddie was with a few shiny stones in his hands and bouquet, hair tied up in a messy bun, and he is wearing an honest to god button-down shirt. He looks adorable.

But Steve's even more confused than before. Why was Eddie there? Shouldn't he be on his way to his date? Against his better judgment, he finds himself walking to and opening his front door before Eddie has a chance to knock.

Eddie looks like deer in headlights when the door opens. "Eddie, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, um. Here." He shoves the bouquet of pretty pink roses to Steve's chest, along with the shiny rocks, and Steve swears Eddie is blushing.

Steve takes the flower, tries to keep a straight face, tries to avoid getting his hopes up. "I...I don't understand." He admits.

"I..." Eddie lets out a sigh. "Listen, I am an idiot, okay? I messed up really bad last night."

"Eds," Steve tries to say.

"No, Stevie. Please let me finish." Eddie looks at Steve, hoping he will give him a chance. Steve just nods.

"I don't want things not to change. I lo...like you so much." He stops short of love, knowing it may be too soon for that. "And I ws just scared that you wouldn't want me like that, I mean, why would you? You're Steve Harrington. But I was just scared and I didn't want to freak you out and...." Eddie is rambling, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

As Eddie talks, Steve feels his heart swell. Robin was right, this was all a dumb misunderstanding. Eddie wants him and wants to be with him. As the song playing in the background comes to an end, and Steve can see Eddie drowning in his own ramblings, he uses his free hand to grab Eddie's shirt, making him go quiet as Steve pulls him into a kiss.

It takes Eddie’s brain a few seconds to catch up before he is kissing back, letting his hands fall to Steve's waist.

When they finally pull apart, Steve smiles "I lo...like you too.,"

Thanks for reading and thank you for those who asked to be tagged. I know it's rough. Sorry if I forgot anyone <3.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fic

[andvys]

New Years // E.M.

Warnings: angst, mostly fluff

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader 

Side note: this is part of the lwtua series but can be read as a standalone 

series masterlist 

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Eddie hated parties more than anything and yet he found himself at one, not because he was here for the actual party but for the money that he would earn tonight after selling all the stash he had brought. It was New Year’s eve and the house was more crowded than on any other day, or at least that’s what it felt like.

While people kept coming up to him to buy weed, his eyes kept skipping past anyone that wasn’t you. He hasn’t seen you here yet but he had a feeling that you were lingering around somewhere, especially because Steve was here, who was now standing in the corner, talking to Nancy and Jonathan– something that seemed weird to Eddie considering Jonathan is the guy that kind of stole his girlfriend as he had found out later on.

Steve was smiling at something Jonathan had said to him.

If Eddie was in his place, he wouldn't be able to face the guy that stole his girl and put on a friendly face.

Jonathan’s eyes found Eddie’s and a smile appeared on his face, waving at the metalhead. He whispered something to his girlfriend before he left her side and walked towards Eddie.

“Hey man,” Jonathan said, stepping closer to him.

Eddie smiled and greeted him with a handshake “what are you doing here, is California that bad?” he asked, smirking.

He chuckled, shaking his head “just visiting my girlfriend.. but uh, didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I was just about to go, sold all my stash already,” Eddie mumbled.

“Ah, don’t wanna stay here any longer?” Jonathan asked, chuckling.

“Hell no,” Eddie grumbled, shaking his head causing his curls to bounce.

“Yeah, I’d rather be anywhere else right now than here but Nancy kind of dragged me here.”

Eddie nods, looking behind his shoulder to see Nancy talking to her ex boyfriend as though nothing ever happened between them. It was odd to see the sight of two people who once considered themselves lovers now being nothing but friends.

“And you’re hanging out with Harrington now?” he asked, almost with a judgmental tone on his voice. Eddie can’t stand Steve, not just because he’s an asshole but also because he gets to have something that he can’t.

Jonathan sighs as he looks back, glancing at Steve for a moment who he came to appreciate as a friend, well, kind of a friend. If it wasn’t for the things they had been through together, he wouldn’t have gotten along with him that well but Steve turned out to be a decent guy as Jonathan had realized.

“He came with y/n but she kind of ran off.”

He felt his heart fluttering at the mention of just your name. Raising his brows in surprise “she ran off?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t really like parties and she wasn’t feeling good,” he said, avoiding Eddie’s eyes, knowing that he had already said too much but a part of him hoped that Eddie would finally get his shit together and go find you and just spend time with you “she looked sad when she left..”

Concern lingers in his eyes “oh..” he mumbled as he looked down. He hates knowing that something had upset you “and Steve just let her leave on her own?” he asked angrily, worried for your safety.

“She drove here and she didn’t drink so don’t worry.” he said, eying the look on Eddie’s face “I doubt that she went home though..”

Eddie looks up again, a somewhat teasing look lingers on Jonathan’s face and he knows he wants him to ask about your whereabouts. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair “where is she?”

-

You watched the steam rise, keeping your hands wrapped around the warm mug, the smell of hot cocoa lingered in the air and you sighed in content as you took a sip of the sweet beverage. Looking out the window, you watched some cars passing by, snowflakes falling softly on the ground, you used to love winter and snow but now it was nothing but a cruel reminder of what happened on that cold November night.

You tried to forget about it, at least for tonight but you couldn’t. You looked at your friends, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve. They were able to relax, even if just for a short moment, they were able to forget and enjoy themselves but you couldn’t, not when you still felt the darkness trying to get ahold of you, not when people looked at you as though something was wrong with you and not when you saw him. The person that held your heart in the palm of his hand and was unaware of it– even if he was aware. He wouldn’t care anyways.

Deep in thought, you didn’t hear the bell ringing or the voice of the waitress taking an order from an elderly man a few tables away from you. You didn’t hear your name being called either.

Only as you felt someone sitting down next to you, their shoulder bumping into yours, you finally snapped out of your thoughts. Tensing up, you scooted away and turned to look at the stranger that decided to invade your space.

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widened.

Your eyes locked with warm brown ones and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him.

His eyes were soft, a small and uncertain smile lingered on his lips.

“Eddie?” you whispered, staring at him in confusion.

“Hi..”

The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes and his aftershave bring you a weird sense of comfort.

“What uh- what are you doing here?”

You don’t know whether his cheeks are red from the cold or if he’s blushing.

“J-Just uh.. wanted some..” he trails off, reaching for the menu on the table, he grabs it, squinting his eyes as he reads through it.

You suppress a giggle as you watch him, he turns redder by the second and his eyes keep flicking to yours. Clearing his throat, he places it back on the table and taps his finger against it “just wanted some coffee,” he said confidently.

“Coffee at almost 12 am on New Year’s eve?”

He furrowed his brows and looked down at your mug “what’s wrong with coffee? You’re having hot chocolate.”

“I just mean that most people would have alcohol tonight.”

He nods “yeah well, not me and not you either so… we can just hang out and drink non alcoholic beverages together right?” he asked with an awkward smile on his face.

Your heart flutters in your chest and your mind is filled with nothing but questions but you don’t speak them aloud, not wanting him to leave if you do ask.

“Yeah,” you breathe, tearing your eyes away from him, you look down at your cup “you should have some hot cocoa too though.. It's really good.”

“Can I try?”

You look at him in surprise, blushing under his gaze.

Nodding, you push the cup towards him and as he reaches for it, his fingertips brush against yours, making your skin feel tingly.

Eddie feels the same, his heart skips a beat and the blush on his face deepens further. He smiles, clasping his hand around the mug, he brings it up to his mouth. His lips touch the same spot that yours have before.

You watch him, hating the way you feel around him. Your chest is filled with warmth, heart fluttering like crazy, you feel safe and comfortable in his presence but sadness lingers inside of you because you know that once the night is over, he will go back to his old ways, the way he always does. You should walk away from him and leave him behind to protect your heart and your feelings but you don’t want to. You know this means nothing to him but it means everything to you and even if you can only have him for tonight, then it’s okay too because you would rather have him for a fleeting moment than not at all.

“Oh wow, that’s good.”

Eddie ordered himself a hot cocoa as well and a second one for you because he felt bad for drinking half of yours, you kept insisting that it’s fine but he ignored your protests. You could feel the eyes of the waitress on you, an older woman named Josephine, you were a regular at the diner, usually you would come here alone, seeing you with someone else here must have sparked her interest, especially when she saw how you looked at each other. 

Placing the drinks in front of you, she flashed you a smile as she looked between you and Eddie.

“You are such a cute couple,” she said with a smile on her face. “Young romance is something magical, don’t let go of each other.” she said before walking away.

Your cheeks felt hot and you looked at anything but his eyes, your heart was racing and you reached for the mug nervously. Eddie was blushing like crazy but he looked at you with a small smile on his face, loving how shy and nervous you looked.

“Uh– so uh..” you mumbled awkwardly “how are you?” you asked before taking a sip.

Eddie stared at you, some of the whipped cream got on your nose and he couldn’t help but chuckle, you turned to face him with a frown on your face “why are you laughing?”

You are so cute. His eyes flicker to your nose and to your lips before he inches closer “you just.. got a little something there,” he whispered as he wiped the whipped cream off before he slipped his finger in his mouth, licking it clean.

If you weren’t blushing already then you definitely would be now. Your stomach fluttered as you stared at him in surprise.

“You okay?” he asked, smugly.

“Y-Yeah, totally.”

He smirks to himself as he leans back and takes a few sips of his hot cocoa.

“Why aren’t you at the party anymore?” he asked after a while.

You shrugged, a sudden sadness flashing in your eyes “didn’t feel like it… what about you? Why are you here.. with me?”

“Because I want to be here.. with you.”

Jonathan told him that you were sad but Eddie only really noticed it now. You kept your gaze on your mug, blinking quickly as though you tried to keep your tears in. Eddie’s heart sank, the moment reminded him too much of the one where he jumped away from you when you almost kissed a long time ago. Your glassy eyes and the heartbroken look on your face, haunted him to this day.

“But why?” you asked quietly.

Because you are the only person I ever want to be with, Eddie thinks to himself.

“B-Because no one should start off a new year lonely and sad.”

And because I love you.

You turn to look at him and for the first time, you feel like there’s more behind his eyes than just dislike for you.

His beautiful dark eyes sparked with something you couldn’t read and as they looked with yours, you knew you would be okay, eventually.

He inched closer to you, a moment that was so similar to the one you shared two years ago, only this time, he didn’t jump away when he realized what he was about to do.

You swallowed nervously as you felt his hair tickling your cheek, his hand settled on your knee and he gave it a squeeze and then he kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin for a moment.

Your heart was racing and so was his, you felt content and happy in this moment right here. He leaned back a little but stayed close enough to feel your breath on his lips and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

“Maybe ‘86 will be our year,” he whispered softly.

-

tagging some of my faves <3 @prettyboyeddiemunson @littledemondani @wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @lnnlove @mysticmunson @translatemunson @hellkaisersangel @spookycreepycookie @i-me-mine

#lwtua #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #5

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mafia, yandere, isolation ... the normal stuff

In Intruder, would Silas still have been able to find the reader if she didn't look to see what was on the USB? (Perhaps she didn't know she had a foreign USB in her purse in the first place) You mentioned Silas could see her on the webcam, but I assumed that was because she used the USB on the computer. Also, if she didn't see the USB would Silas have taken it back without question or would he have still kidnapped the reader? Sorry for all the questions, I'm just curious hehe 😅

Hm, interesting question. I think that Silas would be able to find the USB one way or another, either through a tracker on it or hacking into surveillance cameras to follow her. He would most likely not be too interested in getting her, but would think of her when he leaves ... which means that he'll be back for her.

There's this meme on tiktok that goes "my blickyyyyyy upon the dresseeeerrrrr" it remind me so much of Silas who definitely is the type of dude with a gun in his dresser 🔫 🔫

I haven't seen that meme, but Silas would 100% keep a gun in his dresser! For uh "safety reasons". Not to keep you in the room no no

Do you think the reader would ever develop Stockholm syndrome with Silas?

I actually think so. He treats you well when you're obedient so if you don't try to escape and actually listen to what he says, he will be the most wonderful man you can ever get your hands on. And that's dangerous for your mental health because anyone would fall for that.

With that Broken reader x Silas fanfic Does the reader have a caretaker that had been helping them?

[fanfic?]

Oneshot it's basef off of (i think)

No, Silas doesn't want anyone to be close to you, escpecially not after what you've been trough. He's scared that you'll fall for someone else in your fragile state. He needs you to be reliant on him only. You're vulnerable, perfect for him to mold how he wants you to be.

LOVING SILAS SM MWAH MWAH MWAH LEMME KITH YOU omg but like.. 😳 what if he grows to lowkey miss gen z reader's remarks and jokes in the long run😶. like ok yeah big man got what he wanted😮‍💨🫥 but now reader doesnt laugh or smile anymore cause theyre lowkey highkey traumatized😁💧 ykwim????

[omg thank you for the kith hehe]

Then he'll try to bring it back! Silas thinks that you're a toy that he can break and bend to be how he wants you to be. Somehow you'll be back to normal, he just needs to figure out how. He'll regret breaking you down so badly and will do his best to crack your numb shell.

"I like it when you smile. Come on, baby, curse at me. You know you like that. Tell a joke, I'll laugh, I promise. No, you won't get punished, little thing."

The Valentine's day ask for Silas got me thinking, what if his s/of wanted to get job? (cause I can't just do nothing all day) And since I'm sure he wouldn't let us go somewhere, what if we asked for him to hire us? (Cause if he wouldn't we can start looking for a online job or a job where we could leave and come back without getting caught) We can basically do some clean up or just paperwork 🤔. Also sorry if my English is bad

He'd hate the thought of you working because he thinks that you should be doing things you liked, but if you really had to, he'd keep you in his office, right by his side, where you can go through some papers. Of course not the ones that could make you scared. If there are no papers for you to go through, he'll print fake ones, just so you'll have something to do. As long as he'd keep you occupied, you'd not complain about being bored or wanting to leave.

"Ah, how about a break? We should take a nap on the couch. We've been working so well, don't you think, little thing? Come here, baby, let me hold you."

Silas be like "I'm gonna torture you badly" I be like "I like that"🥴Chain me up in the basement for punishment? "oooh kinky"Psychological torture? "Hey how'd you know I like mind games?"Threaten friends and family? *Looks around sarcastically "where are they? I don't see them!" 🙃In conclusion, I identify as a chaotic neutral that cannot be contained. Go ahead, do your worst! It'll be fun~ >:3

You'd be Silas's nightmare.

Ok that was weird how would Silas react to a mc who was in awe about how rich he was and shocked when they arrive at his mansion?

[what was weird ...?]

He'd be shocked. He's been in defense mode to give you a fright, to scare you into obedience ... but you're not scared?

"If I live here? Uh yeah, i do ... what about it? You like it? Yeah, I guess it's nice. Do you really like it that much?"

Hello 👁🫦👁. I love all your stories and I'm trying to figure out how best to behave with Silas so that he doesn't lock me in the basement, but also doesn't break my mind or bones😭p.s. i love the yandere characters but even chatting with AI yanderes gives me bad endings

As long as you do as he says, (you stay in your room, doesn't complain too much, doesn't nag and demand him to be let out) he'll be pleased with you. He'll take you out for dinner and dates and be more patient with you. The more you demand of him, the less likely you'll get it and the quicker you'll end up in the basement. He wants to be treated as a human being, depsite all the bad things he's done to you :)

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling out my coworker?

This has been going on for a few weeks now, and while I don't think I'm the AH, I have been told that I am. A damning start, I am well aware.

My coworker (~35F) Janet and I (33F) don't work on the same location, but we work for the same clinic. She holds the exact same position I do. All locations are treated as the same clinic rather than separate and individually functioning locations, so we frequently have to be in contact and work together with people hundreds of miles away. This usually works well, unless people disagree, as we can't just walk up to each other to ask for clarification when it's needed.

About 4-5 weeks ago, my car gave out in the morning on my way to work. I had to get towed off of the freeway, and I notified my boss and coworkers accordingly and through the appropriate channels (a direct phone call to my boss and a notification in our work group chat explaining the situation and that I would be later, but didn't know how late). Being stranded on the freeway is terrifying, so I was off to an emotional start of my day. An hour or two later, I was rounding everything off and was getting into a different, borrowed car. At that point, Janet told (not asked) me, in the group chat, to start doing my shift. I was scheduled for a day on the phone, and she could see I wasn't answering calls. I replied that I already told everyone that I was going to be in late because of my car trouble and that I was headed over now, and should be there in about 30 minutes. I got no response.

Exactly one week later, Janet and I were scheduled together to answer the phone again. Towards the end of the day, I was called in by my manager to go through the details of an upcoming safety drill at our location, which I'm overseeing. This was unexpected, but it wasn't that busy, so I told my coworkers (Janet and one other) about it, and said I would probably be in that meeting for the rest of the day. Immediately, Janet replied that she wouldn't be able to stay on the phone either, since she was the last one left in her building and had to man the front desk. Our third coworker's shift would end in 10 minutes or so, so with me gone too, there would have been no one left to pick up the phone. She hadn't informed anyone of that before that moment. If she had, I would have told my manager we'd have to pick a different time. Now we had to cut the meeting very short. I told her so, and an argument ensued in the group chat. She was of the opinion that I should have deduced that she would be on her own, through our roster, the doctor's agenda, and general knowledge of her location. I was of the opinion that our roster said she was scheduled to pick up the phone until closing, and that if she knew she wasn't going to be able to do that, she should have informed the people who were supposed to pick up her slack. I didn't say this in the group chat, but I'm not a damn detective, out every day to make sure people are scheduled correctly.

She's been poking and prodding ever since, picking any excuse to call out perceived errors in my work ethic. The thing is, she's never right, but because she always put it in the group chat, I could never really explain the why of it to her. I'm 95% certain that she was well aware of this, and that's why she kept doing it.

I tried calling her to talk it out, but when she saw it was me, she didn't answer. I tried chatting directly rather than in the group chat, calling her location, calling her personal phone - in any way possible I've tried to get in contact with her personally, but she was just not responding.

Eventually, I typed out an email to her in my lunch break, addressing some of the times she tried to publicly shame me. Times she said I wasn't picking up enough phone calls, even though I was doing thrice the amount of phone calls she was. Times she said I wasn't working at all, when I was stuck in a phone conversation with another hospital, that lasted 40 minutes. I attached evidence to make my point (we have call logs), and ended by asking her to please just assume that we were all working our hardest, and no one's actively not working or trying to make work harder for others. I put my boss in cc (not bcc), because she had asked about our interactions a couple of times by then, and even notified my coworker of that in the email itself, because I didn't want to blindside her. It turned into a long email. The response I got was "I don't have time to read entire pages, I'm working". My boss saw. I don't know what came of that, or if anything even happened at all.

Janet has since blocked me on every medium, which means I can't reach her anymore, including for work related things.

Yesterday, my boss called me in again to ask how it's been resolved, and I told her honestly that it hadn't, and that I was pretty sad about it tbh. I try to do my best, and it felt like I didn't get the same in return. Besides, I'd like to have a good working relationship with my immediate coworkers, and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to leave it unresolved like this. Instead of understanding that, I got a lecture (a friendly one, my boss is still cool) about how I bulldozed her over with my email, that I wasn't compassionate enough, that I should have tried to reach out with empathy. Honestly, I'm furious about this. All the shit that I've been enduring from her, and I get reprimanded? Any attempt I made to reach out to her was actively blocked or ignored, and now I'm getting shit for attempting to talk it out in the only way that worked. It all feels very unfair to me.

I want to know if my boss is right, or has a certain point. I never want to be perceived as TA in any situation, so I'd like to see whether I should adjust my conflict management skills accordingly, or if I can metaphorically roll my eyes and shrug it off.

So, Tumblr, AITA for calling out my coworker via email?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bo0tleg]

MY FRIENDS REACTION TO THE TOP GUN (1986) REACTION POST

In case you don't know what I'm talking about: I made a post a while ago of gems my friend said whilst watching Top Gun (1986) for the first time. I showed her the post, and she created even more gems about Top Gun derived from what she said originally! I'd suggest you read the other post, because some are references to prior gems. Enjoy!

"TOM CRUISE IS OLD, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE?"

"I said that? Jesus, I have the memory of a fish." (About: "Did he really need to be in his underwear for this conversation?")

"I DID COMMENT ON THE VOLLEYBALL SCENE!" "I distinctly remember laughing about you not saying anything." "I said 'Ah yes, the hetero scene that actually looks really gay.' Because it does. How the fuck are you gonna play sports looking like a hot piece of ass without looking gay? You're not supposed to be hot! Especially in volleyball. Why did they choose volleyball to make them look hot? You're supposed to slap that fucking ball, not be like 'hahaha look at me, I'm so dainty and pretty.' THAT'S GAY!"

"I'm only stating the obvious, these people should already know this."

"Iceman is the gayest in the entire movie."

"No! Actually, it's his plane buddy. His plane buddy is the gayest." "... Mind telling me why?" "He always says that he has a hard on."

"OH MY GOD THEY COULD BE EXES! It's not possible he always has a hard on. I KNOW IT'S AN EXPRESSION IN THE UNITED STATES BUT IT'S NOT POSSIBLE. They've definitely hooked up. Not in the movie, I think it was before he met Maverick, but there's no doubt."

"You wouldn't say that you have a hard on to just anyone."

"And I didn't even look anything up, I just watched the movie."

"I don't think it's possible to surpass the gayness in Top Gun."

(Upon being informed that Slider was not, in fact, the one with the hard on) "HE'S NOT? Oh, then it has nothing to do with Iceman. But I still think that they (Hollywolf) had something, that's the dynamic that I got the gay vibe from."

"I bet both of the actors are blond, or whatever." (shakes head) "I don't give a shit."

"It's not my fault the NPC's look like the protagonist!"

(Scrolling through the Icemav tag on tumblr) "There's a lot of fanart. A lot of fanart of them making out."

"Only the superiors aren't gay in this movie."

"Making out in a corner, having a fling with the best friend, there's definitely one of those somewhere in the middle."

"Oh look! More fanart of them making out."

"Even the handsome guy that seems like a protagonist but is actually an NPC looks gay! He has that gay vibe, I don't know." (Reminder: This a reference to the phrase "He's to handsome to be a rando!" This man had like 2 minutes of screen time on the Enterprise at the start of the movie, and a little at the end during the Layton Rescue. 2 min might be an exaggeration.)

BONUS: Reaction to Quentin Tarantino discussing Top Gun in "Sleep With Me" (1994)

(Silence for 30 seconds) "I... agree with everything he said... but I'm in shock."

I never... thought a straight man would say so much gay shit in three minutes.... but he's right."

"That part where he says about the girl, Maverick's chick, dressing up like a guy, I hadn't noticed. He's a genius."

"When he says 'STARFIGHT! STARFIGHT!' I don't know if he was crazy, high or hallucinating."

"Them screaming 'STARFIGHT! STARFIGHT!' looked like they were on crack. And they were just talking about a movie."

"If a military movie ever happens to be openly gay, it'll become a whore house."

"And the worst part is that he convinced the dude! My guy just watched Top Gun for fun..."

EXTRAS (The original language all of the phrases were said in was Portuguese. I had to translate all of them. You're welcome.):

"How am I going to translate 'Puteiro'?" "Aren't there any prostitutes in the United States?" (I went with "Whore House")

"How am I going to translate 'se pegaram'?" "There's a word for it in English, I forgot it.... eeeehhhh" "Hooked up?" "I meant to say that they fucked, but sure." "'Hooked up' can mean sex." "It can? Great, use that then!"

"How many phrases are there? I'm scared. I don't remember the atrocities I said."

My friend, who fueled this entire post: @annonimouslesbian

#she has yet to watch top gun maverick #I guarantee it's coming #stay tunned for top gun maverick #shes pumped to do it now with the incentives #stop fueling her ego #I already have a list of out of pocket things my friend group has said #help me #iceman x maverick #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #tg86 #tg:m #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #top gun iceman #tom cruise #gay pilots #ron slider kerner #rick hollywood neven #leonard wolfman wolfe #hollywolf #quentin tarantino #quentin tarantino top gun commentary #sleep with me #ice #this entire thing was created between 11PM and 1AM on a fucking monday

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 2x22 The Wire thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

I'm so excited to watch this again!

I guess we don't know that Julian had the choice to "entertain one of his lady friends" the night before, but I certainly choose to believe he did, he wanted to finish Garak's book more :p

Garak's stammering in "Doctor, what do you think you're doing?" :3

"In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's sick." XD

"Keiko would be proud of you." Hah - the thing is I can imagine the overly-excited Julian telling her about this at some point and her just sweetly saying "well done, I'm impressed" but in her teacher voice she uses for seven year olds

"It's not like you two are really friends." Julian is NOT being subtle here that at the very least he WANTS to be real friends 😅 this man and lying...

Okay and now he's stabbing the plant with the hypospray because he's so frustrated with not being able to help Garak

VERY dramatic entrance, doctor.

😬😂That looked suspiciously like Quark was miming giving Julian oomax while saying "maybe a late night session in a holosuite".

"Try not to yell at any more admirals for a while." "I wasn't yelling. I was just expressing my feelings. Loudly." Gotta love Sisko

Oh, his poor dejected face at the information recurring taking weeks :3

Love how Julian is called to take care of Garak - this isn't Dr Bashir being called, it's not a medical emergency. It's Julian being Garak's only known friend who's requested.

Is it just me or did Julian check Garak or when he said "We'll go to my quarters"?

That drink exchange was VERY smooth of Quark and Julian

"I routinely monitor all of Quark's subspace communications." "Is that legal?" XD

"I see your point"... That's actually the exact same phrase as altered!Julian uses in Dramatis Personae - only this time it's ihm agreeing to do something questionable with Odo, last time it was to do something reasonable with him.

" I hope you don't have one of those little bugs hidden in my quarters." "Should I?" What's the betting Julian's going to be paranoid about this for a few weeks?

Julian's "What?! *sigh*" after being told Garak had left the infirmary. Idk it gave me feels.

I'm here for his Angry Pacing

"Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest" "Chief O'Brien all the time, and I don't pay any attention to him either." That answer came SO quickly, he didn't even have to think about it

"I'm a doctor. You're my patient. That's all I need to know" JULIAN I CANNOT WITH YOU

Ohh, his sad looking downness <3 <3

Endless endless compassion, I love you so much

"Right now I'm not concerned with what you did in the past. I'm simply not going to walk out of here and let you die. We need to turn that implant off and whatever withdrawal symptoms or side effects you may experience, I promise I'll help you through them." Is he really not in love with Garak?! Because this is some gay shit Julian Subatoi Bashir. GAY I tell you

"In that case I want to talk to him now. Wake him up." "I'll do no such thing." "Doctor, these are murder cases and Garak may be a suspect." "That may be so, but he's still my patient and I won't have him disturbed." I am WILD about calmly resolute Doctor Bashir

I love a sleepy Julian :3

Garak's manic speech is incredible. WHAT a performance. My word. I couldn't look away.

" I can't believe that I actually enjoyed ... staring into your smug, sanctimonious face." Staring into Julian's face sounds pretty gay to me, Garak. (Who wouldn't enjoy staring at it though?)

Ah yes, wrestling on the floor with your alien crush while he is out of his mind. Definitely never happened before in Trek. No parallels here to be drawn.........

"I don't want to hurt you." And presumably he actually could.

Julian whizzing through all the samples, brining one back having seen it for all of 2 seconds and immediately knowing which one to overlay it with. THAT SEEMS PRETTY GENETICALLY ENGINEERED TO ME. I swear I don't know how that crackpot retcon worked so well, but it DOES

"More than I deserve." Oooh, callback to earlier int he episode when he said "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be getting exactly what I deserve?" .... My HEART

"I've about given up on learning the truth from you, Garak."I The FONDNESS with which he SAYS this!

"We were closer than brothers...."Sons of Train" welp, that's the 'true' bit

Holding handsssss!!!

There's no way Sisko sanctioned this, right? Did Julian just steal the shuttle craft?!

Okay then, just beam into the house of someone you know to be extremely dangerous and start poking around?! Your curiosity, Julian, I swear...

*wide smile* "I always drink Tarkalian! ..." -suddenly realises that this is VERY personal information Tain has on him- "...Tea."

Did he just GIGGLE? *rewatches* Yep, it's definitely there - "Are all the Starfleet Lieutenants as brash as you are?" "I couldn't say - hehe - though I doubt it."

"I thought you were his friend." "I suppose I am." YES HE SAID IT that's the first step

"Information is your business." Julian you are bold as BRASS

"he'll never come home again" oof, knowing the double meaning of home as Cardassia and to Tain

The disappointment in Julian's face at the answer to his "Who was Elim?" question

Ohhh, that last conversation. Julian's so damn fond of him. That smile at the end. They ARE in love.

Well this was delightful. What a good episode. I had forgotten, and wasn't sure if it had just been hyped up. But no. Truly phenomenal. Thanks, DS9!

#ds9 the wire #ds9 2x22 #julian bashir #garak #garashir #andi watches ds9 #THEY'RE SO GAY THOUGH #DAYUM #WSB

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everyone falls (like i have for you)

BG3 Holiday Fluffe — prompt 2: Snow and Ice

Summary: Gale has a suprise for Nayan

Pairing: Gale x Nayan (OFC!Bard)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, bard-like flirtation, hints of a sexual innuendo (i guess?), mentions of trauma and wounds

A/N: THE FIRST LITTLE FIC WITH MY TAV NAYAN IS HERE!!! I hope you all enjoy my lovely bard and the cuteness that she and Gale are together!!

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @elfinbloodbag @fictionobsession (if anyone wants to be added or removed, just let me know <3)

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“Gale?”

“Yes, dearest?”

Nayan turns to his voice, her eyes blinded by a soft scarf. “Where are you taking me?”

“I told you it’s a surprise,” he hums — she can almost hear the grin on his face in every word he utters, “and you’re going to absolutely love it!”

She chuckles at his excitement, giving a gentle squeeze to his arm, intertwined with hers while he's carefully dragging her through the streets of Waterdeep. He had been doing that for a while now, long enough for her fingers to feel more like they were made of ice instead of flesh and blood.

“I’m sure I will, my love, but are we almost there yet?” Nayan brings her hands to her face, blowing warm air on them before rubbing them together. “Because I think my nose is about to freeze off.”

Gale stops at her side, so suddenly that she almost loses her balance on the slippery cobblestones covered in frost. Some quiet giggles pass her by, clear and light as the crisp air of a winter's day. She could hear the scattering of children running around the streets and playing in the cold like she used to do in Ostduinë when she was younger. Whenever the first snow falls, she's reminded of those days, of the afternoons spent in the snow and skating on the frozen ponds, and all the innocent fun that had been taken from her far too soon.

“Let me check your freezing nose.”

His touch brings Nayan back to the present moment. His fingertips run along the sides of her nose, inspecting it while humming thoughtfully.

“It's worse than I could've imagined,” he says with a serious tone while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

Nayan rolls her covered eyes but still smiles at the man in front of him. “Oh, really?”

“It is unfortunate, yes…” he confirms with a sigh that makes her snort. “I believe there isn't much left for this nose. I shall have to just kiss it goodbye.”

The half-elf giggles when Gale leans forward and his lips meet the frozen tip of her nose. Once, twice and then once more before they move to leave a trail of kisses all over her freckled cheeks.

“Gale, stop!” Nayan almost screams, laughing as the wizard presses another kiss on her cheek that — together with the rest of her face — is feeling incredibly warm at the present moment.

“Bless the Gods! The nose has regained its color!”

Without warning, he spins her around and Nayan makes sure to hold tight to his shoulders not to fall to the ground. When she stops twirling, he kisses the tip of her nose once again before leaving a lingering peck on her lips. “We must celebrate.”

Nayan doesn't even have the time to completely get back on her feet that Gale's already pulling her along the road, holding her close and steadying her in every blind step she takes. She can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles in her throat, nor the warmth that quickly spreads inside her chest.

As they move forward, Nayan feels a change in the air. The bustling chatter of the streets of Waterdeep quiets down, replaced with quieter discussions and the chirping of birds that's always drowned by the noise of the city. The only thing that doesn't disappear are the excited screaming of children that seem to come from every direction around her. The ground also feels different under her feet, going from a stoney road to a more muddy and slimy pathway.

“Did you just teleport us back to the Emerald Grove?”

“Ah!” Gale exclaims, his voice tense and with a hint of sourness. “Wouldn't that be funny.”

Nayan shakes her head with a smile. “You’re still upset about that passing fancy?”

“Not at all!” — his voice is slightly high-pitched, but he quickly clears his throat — “That’s ancient history, ghosts of the past! There would be no sense in dwelling on such events!”

He goes on for a minute or so, denying your accusations with his verbose explanations, but the half-elf knows him too well. She can feel the slight tension building, in his quickened pace and in his hold, tightening ever so slightly around her arm. With a gentle smile, Nayan turns to her partner and leaves a quick peck on his shoulder before resting her chin on it.

It seems that’s all it really takes for the wizard to relax. A long exhale and the tension disappears as his lips press for a moment on Nayan’s forehead. “Pardon my senseless worrying.”

“No need to, love.”

Gale sighs softly, his warm breath lingering on her cold skin as he slowly but finally stops on his track. “We’re here.”

Nayan immediately reaches for the scarf but her hands are stopped by Gale’s. “No, no, no. Allow me.”

He leaves her side for a moment, the snow crackling under him as he moves behind Nayan. She feels his hands undoing the knot, careful not to pull any of her short hair in his maneuvers. 

“It’ll probably not meet any of your expectations,” he mutters mostly to himself as he slides the blindfold off her face. “But I do hope you’ll still appreciate this.”

When Nayan finally blinks her eyes open, she’s blinded for a moment by the whiteness that surrounds her. As her vision slowly adapts to the brightness of the place, she takes in the naked trees and bushes with their branches draped with snow and icicles while a group of children runs by, throwing around handfuls of snow and laughing.

However, not all of them are taking part in that small-scale war going on in the park. Some of them, standing nearby, aren’t running or screaming around. They’re carefully sliding on a perfectly frozen pond with what look like self-made skates, groaning as they fall down but relentlessly standing back up, trying to find balance in each other before a mistake from one brings both of them down once again.

Despite the entertainment of watching kids falling — something that has always brought her a sadistic joy, Nayan’s focus has been stolen completely by the ice surface in front of her.

“I didn’t think ponds actually froze here,” she says almost breathlessly, her breath creating swirls in the air before her.

“Well, never like this.” She turns to Gale, standing with his chest all puffed up and a proud smirk on his face. “However, nothing that a little magic couldn’t fix.”

He wiggles his fingers: a couple of glowing snowflakes appear between them, fluttering around before floating towards the pond. As soon as they touch the frozen surface, a glow pulses through the ice for a moment. The cracks that could be seen under the surface disappear immediately and all that’s left behind is a perfect block of ice. Nayan can’t look away from it: she almost doesn’t dare to even blink, terrified that the ice will melt back to water if she stops staring at it, before she’s even had the chance to touch it.

“I remember you mentioning how much you missed ice skating,” Gale adds, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he passes a hand through his hair, “and I merely thought-”

Nayan throws her arms around his neck, cutting his breath in half. As she pulls him close, she nestles her face into his neck, nudging her nose against his warm skin. She breathes in his addicting smell, a scent of firewood that seems to always linger on his skin, as if there was a fire always burning inside him. Sometimes she wonders what it could be. His passion for the Weave and the magic connected to it. His ambition, that at times shines so bright that it almost blinds her. Now that she’s pressed against him, it feels so obvious. It’s always been there, that fire; beating inside his chest.

“This is more than perfect, Gale.” If possible, she pulls him even closer. “Thank you.”

The surprise that had left the wizard frozen, with his hands in mid-air, finally leaves him. He wraps Nayan tightly in his arms, leaving another soft kiss on top of her head. “I would take the stars, weave them together and give them all to you, if I could.”

She pulls back, loosening her arms until she can look him in the eyes. “I never needed the stars, Gale. Not when I have you.”

Gale smiles, a thankful look in his gaze before his eyes close and his forehead meets Nayan’s. They stand like that for a while, cherishing each other’s company and the gentleness of their touch, when Nayan pulls back with a serious expression.

“You did bring the skates, didn’t you?”

The wizard looks at her with his eyebrows raised before snapping his fingers. As soon as he does, two pairs of skates appear in his hands. “Of course I did, how could you even doubt me?”

—

“Is something the matter, my love?” Nayan asks as she skates around Gale who’s barely balancing himself on the sharp edges of his skating footwear.

“Not at all,” he assures, even though the mere wind created by the half-elf as she moves on the ice makes his knees wobble with uncertainty. “I’m completely fine!”

Nayan chuckles lightly while she glides on the frozen pond, so easily that anyone else watching might even think her skates aren’t actually touching the surface beneath her. As she puts one step in front of the other, Gale can’t help but stare at the way she seems to so seamlessly fly, as if she had been born with those skates on her feet. Even when she falters, there’s a certain grace in the way she uses that stumble to her own advantage, the grin on her face growing bigger and bigger the longer she slides on the ice.

“I don’t think I had quite underestimated the scale of your talent.”

Nayan stops next to him, one of the smuggest smirks he’s ever seen cutting across her reddened face. “Well, I’ve definitely overestimated yours.”

“Between my studies and research I never had much time for such frivoli-”

Gale’s quick to defend himself, as always when his pride is even jokingly questioned, but as soon as his finger starts moving in the air to highlight his words, his balance is lost once again. He shuts his mouth, taking quick and useless steps on the slippery surface as he readies himself to fall face-first into the ice. Thankfully, a couple of steady hands manage to hold him up until he finds his balance once again.

Nayan’s soft laughter is soon joined with the sneering coming from the nearby kids, who had discarded their skates to play with the snow all around the pond.

And to chuckle at anyone’s poor attempts at skating, Gale imagined with a frown, as they kept pointing at him while their whispered giggles still reached him.

“Don’t mind them.”

Gale turns to Nayan, now in front of him as she takes both his hands and slowly starts skating backwards. “Mind only me.”

As he starts sliding on the ice, dragged around by the lovely half-elf, Gale doesn’t dare to move even one single muscle. He might not be familiar with skating, however, he’s perfectly aware of how sometimes even the smallest of actions can create unfathomable consequences.

“Gale.”

Nayan’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present — terrifying — moment. 

“Yes?”

“You know you can move, right?” Nayan chuckles lightly, giving a light squeeze to his hands. “I mean, in the worst scenario, we’ll both fall on the ice.”

Gale winces at the thought, his knees wobbling slightly under him. “That would hurt.”

“Not as much as you’d expect.” She slowly slides to a stop and Gale quite literally glides into her arms. “Just have fun, will you?”

After a moment of hesitation, the wizard can’t help but nod, especially when the half-elf is looking at him with her eyes wide with love and hopefulness. Nayan’s smile opens as a crescent moon and leaves a quick peck on his cheek. Gale can feel the blushing spread on his face as she starts skating and dragging him along once again.

After a deep breath to hopefully take in some of her courage, the wizard starts to imitate the motions of the half-elf. He carefully slides one foot and then the other, testing the ice while his hold on Nayan’s hands gets even tighter. His maneuvers start off as shaky as expected, but the more he keeps going, the less it feels like the ice is just going to give out under him.

“Quite the quick-learner,” Nayan jokes, gaining a small chuckle from Gale.

“Always have been,” he retorts, raising his gaze from his feet just to wink at her.

The smugness, however, doesn’t last long. His skate catches onto something, perhaps a bit of snow or the trails carved into the ice from prior skating, but it’s enough to completely throw off his balance. His feet stomp on the pond, finding its slippery surface with every step he takes. This time Nayan’s steady hands are no help. He starts swaying his arms in the air but that does nothing to stop him from falling on the ice.

Well, not quite on the ice.

“How come you’re never so heavy when you’re topping me?”

“Gods!”

Gale pushes himself away from Nayan's chest, barely standing with his palms planted on the cold ice. “Are you okay?”

She groans, massaging her ribs. “I’ve been worse.”

The wizard winces at her words. He had seen Nayan at many of her worse during their journey together to Baldur's Gate. He had witnessed the wounds cutting through her flesh, the weariness and the ache in her bones bending her in half. He had seen with his own eyes the empty gaze staring at the blank nothingness as she played during her family's celebration. How he hated seeing the spark in her eyes disappear that night, how terrifying to believe — even for just a minute — he had lost it forever.

“I know for certain you have,” he utters softly, “but that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Well,” she huffs, her hand still circling her chest in soothing movement, “you did elbow my boob.”

As if on cue, Gale's hands lose their grip on the slippery surface and he falls once again. His arm ends up hitting her stomach this time, cutting her breath in half and gaining another pained groan. As the wizard starts profusely apologizing, the children nearby erupt in a fit of laughter that — despite gaining a frown a muttered swearing from Gale — Nayan can't help but join.

“It’s fine,” she sighs, a soft giggle easing the pain in her chest. “Everyone falls at some point, it was bound to happen.”

Nayan rests her head on the ice, red hair spread behind her like a halo of fire. Her gaze wanders in the cloudy sky above, looking in their shape and color for any signs of snow. Then a smirk pulls on her lips.

Her eyes move back into Gale’s with a devilish spark to them. “I was just hoping that, when it happened, the positions would’ve been switched.”

The wizard stares at her, speechless for a moment, before a chuckle escapes his lips, soon mirrored by Nayan. Still laughing, he carefully slides until his face is above hers, a twin smirk pulling his lips as he gently strokes her face.

“If that’s what you want, dearest, we can most certainly work that out when we get home.”

Nayan chuckles as Gale leans down. He kisses her, slowly opening and closing his lips. His beard grazes her chin while his hands tighten on her waist, and despite the ice dampening her hair and freezing her back, the cold seems like a long forgotten dream.

#bg3holidayfluffle23 #gale dekarios x tav #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x nayan #oc: nayan #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #annie writes

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I was tagged by @miss--river @pinkyjulien and @wraithsoutlaws and this time I'm actually doing the thing I was tagged in XD thank you! If anyone hasn't been tagged yet, do it and say I tagged you - I mean it!!!!

OC INTERVIEW

🟦🟪 David Lozano & Viggo Day

▪ NICKNAME:

"Can call me V."

"What about that adorable nickname Heiress has for you?"

"Oh, yeah. Old lady I used to train with, she calls me Big Blue. What, you think that's cute?"

"I do, I love it! I'd call you that too but it feels like a special thing just for her. Like how your mom sometimes calls you--"

"Yeah, and this is Gogo, 'cause they never know when to fuckin' stop."

"That's me!"

▪ GENDER:

"Hell if I know! Just write down n/a. Or, no, write down "fun"! I'm not a boy or a girl, I'm fun."

"Could also write down "loud.""

"That too. And you're cis."

"Yeah. That's the one where you stuck with whatever they wrote on--yeah. Cis male."

▪ ORIENTATION:

"Oh, I like anyone who's got muscles and looks good doing manual labor. Like, all strong and sweaty. No, seriously! Not everyone looks good like that. Like, V does, but Sanctuary--our friend Sanctuary--wouldn't. They're hot too, though. Is it weird to say I'm attracted to anyone who looks like they can provide for me? Or like, kill someone for me. I wouldn't want them to, but... y'know."

"...Right. And I like men."

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

"Ah, shit, I always get confused by this."

"Nationality is your country, so we're both from the NUSA."

"Right, and ethnicity is like... your culture?"

"Yeah, without getting too complicated. So you're Mexican."

"Little bit of Italian, too. Had a Nonna when I was a kid. Been dead a long time, though."

"You're depressing them!"

"You're about to make it worse. Go on, kid, tell us about your family."

"They don't need to know the sordid details. My dad was Chinese, but my mom's family and the clan raised me, so I'm closer to Mexican. See? Not depressing at all!"

▪ HEIGHT:

"My heels are deceiving you, I'm only five-two."

"Five-ten."

"Ooh, so close to six."

"And you're nowhere near it."

▪ STAR SIGN:

"Misty keeps tellin' me and I forget every time."

"You're a Capricorn, and I'm an Aries. You know both our symbols have horns? Oh, new tattoo idea!"

"I'm down."

━

▪ FAVE FRUIT:

"Have you ever even eaten a fruit? Like a real one?"

"Kerry gave me a mango, one time. It was okay. I like the fucked up little strawberries we have here more."

"Oh, I love those. Yeah, strawberries for both of us."

▪ FAVE SEASON:

"I love summer, but the heat makes me really sick if I'm not careful. So spring, I guess. Before the temps get too high."

"Winter, I think. Quieter in winter."

▪ FAVE FLOWER:

"Poppies! Look, I even have them tattooed. I adore poppies."

"Roses. No reason, I just think they're pretty, I guess."

"That's a reason!"

▪ FAVE SCENT:

"Hm. What's the scent you use, V?"

"Sandalwood. Dunno what that is, but it's what the lotion bottle says."

"Okay, then sandalwood."

"Really?"

"Well, I like a lot of smells, but you're what came to mind first."

"Man, now I don't wanna say mine. 'Cause it's not whatever you're wearing."

"You don't like my perfume?"

"It's not bad, it's just not my favorite. I like vanilla."

"Ooh, vanilla is good. Especially when it's all warm."

━

▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

"This one roasts me all the time 'cause I like brown sugar in my coffee. Like they don't put syrup in theirs."

"Okay, I do not roast you. I just have to point out that it's weird. Every time."

"See?"

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

"Oh, I sleep like a rock. Usually at least 6 hours, but I'll nap during the day, too. Especially when it's hot out."

"Not many."

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON:

"Cats. Glad they're starting to make a comeback."

"Me too. Some areas that my clan would camp in had a feral dog problem, so I've never liked them. I haven't met many cats, but they've all been chill."

▪ DREAM TRIP:

"I'd love to visit somewhere tropical. Someplace with a clean beach and nice water. Or somewhere snowy. Doesn't Japan have both?"

"Fuck if I know. I'm not really into traveling these days. Seen enough of this planet."

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

"Oh, this is a funny story. V and I used to live together in this horrible little one-room apartment, and I had to get rid of my mattress because something chewed a hole in it, so V let me share his bed until I could get a new one."

"Couldn't let you sleep on the floor. Would've been eaten alive by the roaches."

"It was still really sweet of you. Anyway, I guess he got used to having me there, and after I got a new mattress and went back to my bed, he kept getting more pillows until there was a human sized pile under the blanket."

"How do you know it was 'cause of you? Maybe I just like havin' a lot of pillows to choose from."

"Okay, okay. Sure. If that helps you sleep at night."

"Nah, my sixteen pillows help me sleep at night."

"Wait, shit, they were asking about blankets, weren't they?"

▪ RANDOM FACT:

"You say one about me, and I'll say one about you."

"Hm. Gogo has a degree in mechanical engineering. Or most of one, right?"

"Well, we don't really have degrees, but I was working on my specialization when Augie got registered and we went static to take care of him. So, yeah, close to a degree. I would've had a special patch on my jacket and eventually been part of the logistics team."

"You ever regret not finishing?"

"No, Augie's more important."

"Yeah. I get that."

"Now, a random fact I know about V, is his favorite meal ever is fried polenta and spicy sausage."

"Yep. I'll never turn that shit down."

"And I like it 'cause it reminds me of cooking in camp with my clan. It's good stuff."

"Yeah."

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#david #gogo #long post #old pic bc I'm on my phone at work LOL