#but his friends weren't gonna let him suffer for too long

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 1

Happy WIP Wednesday! So last week, we had a tie between Bring Me Home and Answer My Call. The tie breaker didn't come in until Monday after I'd already finished the entire Bring Me Home chapter and half the Answer My Call one.

So y'all will be getting two fic upates today then I'm going to sleep. I'm tired after a full day of work with a call out. XP

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Welcome to Arc 3 of Bring Me Home! 🎉🎉🎉

Story Summary: Danny's parents find out his secret. It doesn't go well. But he's not alone. His friend Tim Drake, better known as Red Robin, and the Young Justice will not let him suffer.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: fanon-typical violence. This is my dissection fic, but I don't think I crossed the line into graphic. Let me know if you disagree.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: First, Last

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Danny waved goodbye to Sam and Tucker as he made his way home from school. They had a long weekend and he planned to fall into bed and take a long nap. And then maybe grab some midnight tacos as Phantom for dinner.

He hummed as he thought about how awesome those tacos would taste when reached his home. Still lost in his daydreams, he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Only for electric pain to shoot up his arm. Danny screamed, paralyzed to the spot. He tried to pull his hand back, but something held him in place. He fell to his knees, arm still held out and radiating pain through the rest of his body.

“What? Danny!”

“M-mom?” he forced out between cries. “Hurts!”

He could feel his transformation tugging on his core and he tried to force it back.

“Jack! Quick, it’s Danny!”

“Please,” begged Danny. Even kneeling was getting to be too much. Blackness was threatening the edges of his vision so he closed his eyes. He had to keep from transforming. He had to.

He didn’t even have the breath to scream anymore.

He heard his dad’s voice. There was a flash of light. And then nothing.

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The first thing Danny was aware of was that everything hurt. His muscles were aching and his right arm was practically numb. The next thing he noticed was that he way lying on something hard. He tried to roll over, only to realize he was strapped down. And not just at his wrists and ankles, but also at his waist and neck.

His eyes flew open in shock and he yelled in panic. Had Vlad gotten him?

“It’s awake, Mads!”

Orange filled his vision as his dad leaned over him.

“D-dad?” asked Danny. He felt his core humming in his chest. His core, not his heart. He twisted his head just enough to see a black jumpsuit.

He was Phantom. His parents knew.

His dad’s face contorted with anger, an expression he’d never once seen there before. “Don’t you dare call me that, impostor! What have you done with my son?”

“Dad, it’s me. I swear. I—I can explain.” He tugged on his restraints, trying to phase through them. Only to scream as the anti-ghost shielding shocked him.

His mom’s steps echoed from out of sight. “You aren’t escaping us that easily, ghost,” she spat the last word. “How long have you been possessing Danny?” She finally came into view, goggles blocking her eyes and her mouth hard.

“I’m not possessing him, I am Danny!”

She sneered. “Jack, now.”

“Release our son!” shouted his father. Then he pulled out a spray can and held down the nozzle.

Danny saw the mist approach him and scrunched his eyes closed as he turned his head to avoid the spray. But of course it was impossible. He whimpered as it settled on him, tiny pinpricks of burning. As he lay there, the feeling grew more and more intense until he couldn’t help but cry out.

And that’s when he breathed it in.

It was all agony, inside and out. The mist settled in his lungs, pure fire trying to melt core.

With a flash of light, he was Danny Fenton again. His heart beat in his chest and his lungs screamed for oxygen. The pain didn’t go away, but it lessened. Danny gasped in deep breaths, his limbs shaking in their restraints as he tried to push through the pain.

“Did it work?” asked his dad.

Fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. “Sweetie? Are you back with us?”

Danny opened his eyes, tears gathering and looked up at the face of his mother.

Her expression turned from hope to hatred so fast he thought he was dreaming. “Green eyes, Jack. The ghost is just trying to trick us.”

“The ghost repellent has never failed before. How are you surviving, ghost?”

Danny screwed his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see his parents’ faces. “It’s me, I promise. It’s me. I’m alive. I’m alive.”

“Stop lying!” screamed his mom.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his side, followed by a wave of agony. He felt like he was being electrocuted again. In defense, he transformed back into Phantom—his ghost form was so much more durable.

But the pain only got worse. He screamed. His wail was crawling its way up his throat, only to fizzle out into a wave of electricity when it hit the anti-ghost restraint strapped around his neck.

“Loud, isn’t it?” asked his father.

“Let’s shut it up, Jack,” said his mother.

“No, no please. It’s me, Danny!”

They ignored him, though. The pain stopped just long enough for him to gasp in a few breaths. Then piece of metal was being fixed under his jaw and over his mouth. His head was yanked up so it could be strapped in the back. Danny tried to yell into the muzzle, but it muffled all sound.

After that, he lost track of what they did. So many inventions were taken out, used, and discarded. Anything to destroy the ghost part of him or force him out of his living body.

He wished he could obey. That he could just be their son again and not Phantom. But he’d learned many times over the last three years that it was impossible. He was both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom and spitting himself apart would only ever lead to destruction.

He didn’t know how many times he was forced into a transformation as his body tried to choose the form more resistant to the torture. It didn’t seem to matter, though, if he was Fenton or Phantom. His parents would check his eyes or use the ghost tracker and then the next wave of pain would wash over him.

Eventually, however, even his parents ran out of inventions to use.

“This isn’t working, Jackie.”

“What if we can’t force it out, Mads? What next?”

“We’ll cut it out. You know we’ve long hypothesized about the existence of a ghost heart. What better way to test our hypothesis than cutting the parasite out of our own son?”

Danny’s eyes flew open and he tugged with aching muscles, twisting as much as he was able. His muffled protests were ignored just as much as his words had been.

“Where do you think it’s hiding its heart?” asked his dad.

“We’ll use the Fenton Scanner to find the areas of densest ectoplasm concentration and search each of them.”

His mom stalked out of sight and Danny could hear her rummaging through various bins and cabinets looking for the scanner.

His dad, however, stared down at him, eyes hidden behind his goggles and his mouth in an uncharacteristic frown. “If you’re still in there, Danno, we’re gonna get rid of it. We’ll free you, son.”

Danny wanted to tell him he wasn’t trapped, to say again that he was himself, whatever he looked like. But all he could do was whimper and blink away the tears.

Then mom was back, a small scanner in her hand. She pointed it at Danny and he tensed, expecting more pain.

But he felt nothing. Soon enough, the device beeped and she waved over his dad.

“Look at this, sweetie. It’s working better than I expected. Only two main areas of ectoplasm concentration: his brain and his chest.”

“That’s awfully close to his heart, Mads. I don’t know if we can remove it without hurting Danny.”

“If we don’t remove it, he’ll be dead anyway!” Her last word caught on a sob.

Danny was crying in earnest now, too. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t. How long would it take anyone to even notice? Jazz was away at college, Tucker had plans with his parents all night, Sam was trying to get along with her parents to get out of a rich-person function later in the month, and he and Tim didn’t have a check-in until Sunday.

Could he survive his parents for two whole days until then?

He forced his eyes open to see his parents hugging. All he wanted was to be between them, caught up in their embrace. But instead he was strapped down to a hard, cold table.

They separated.

“Hold him still, Jack,” said his mom.

So Danny did the opposite. He ignored the ache of his muscles, the way they protested, to twist and yank and move as much as he could.

But his father’s hands were big and he was strong and Danny was tired. When his dad spread his hands over his shoulders and pressed, Danny couldn’t fight back. Above him stood his mom, holding a scalpel that glowed green.

Danny closed his eyes tightly when he saw her lower the blade. He couldn’t watch this. Then agony as it sliced through his skin.

Danny screamed into the muzzle. The pain was so intense that he could focus on nothing else. He didn’t know if his parents were talking to each other. He didn’t know what they were finding inside of him.

Instinct forced him to hide his core, to push it smaller and disguise it. But he knew that nothing would stop his parents forever.

He had no way to judge the passage of time. It felt like an eternity; it felt like a second.

Then the hands on him ripped away suddenly and new shouts, new voices, rang out in the lab.

Danny blinked his eyes open to see Sam and Tucker above him. Sam was paler than he’d ever seen her and Tucker didn’t look any better. He tried to talk to them, but the muzzle still covered his face.

Sam turned her head away and shouted, “Kon!”

A moment later, Superboy was landing next to her, his face grim. Then Danny’s restraints, muzzle included, fell to pieces. He was free.

He pushed himself up, needing to see, only to cry in pain and fall back down when the cuts on his chest protested the movement.

Sam and Tucker shouted at him, told him to stay still. Their words were fuzzy and hard to focus on. Everything was hard to focus on. But in the brief moment of time he’d been able to see more than the ceiling above him, he saw Tim in full Red Robin get up using his staff to keep his parents away.

Tim was here. And the world went black.

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Next

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After about 40k of writing, we're finally back to the scene that started it all! Only now with 4x the number of Young Justice on hand. About three years have passed between Arc 2 and Arc 3, so they've all gotten quite close. There's group chats. So many group chats. Danny's met more members of the Young Justice (and I may write a few of those meetings in the future which is 80% why I decided to make this a series rather than a single work on AO3).

But on the rescue team we've only got Red Robin, Superboy, Wonder Girl, and Impulse.

I'm about a third of the way through with major edits for Arc 2. So I'll probably start cross posting to AO3 quite soon! Main changes are in what Tim tells Bruce about where he is and what he's up to.

#dpxdc #bring me home #now with arc 3!!! #Hope you all are as excited as I am! #dissection fic #vivisection fic #gore #not super graphic #by dp standards at least #but tagging just in case #danny is not having a good time #but his friends weren't gonna let him suffer for too long

[adhdduckie]

felix felices, or liquid luck f.w. x fem! reader.

my masterlist

irl mutuals dni (你没有看到我）

music choice; yo bro wtf

t.w.: swearing. (sorry i couldnt help myself)

word count: 3.5k

synopsis; strangers (hallway crushes) to lovers, with the help of felix felicis potion, or the liquid luck potion!!

here you go anon! hope you enjoy <3 sorry i took so long.

im so sunburnt help

(slightly inspired from my own events but let me tell you i died inside. i hate chemistry oh my lord, potions reminds me too much of it lol)

warnings; not proof read. 3 (?) mentions of y/n, a really stupid misunderstanding. reader is described with hair that can get blown into their face.

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everybody knew fred weasley. it was impossible not to, as they were hogwart's most well known pranksters since the era of the marauders.

of course, you did not happen to know him well enough yourself. you had a couple of lessons with him, such as; potions, herbology, and arithmetics.

His brother and he never really contributed anything to class discussion, only ever helpfully supplying mischief and jokes, and whatever they deemed interesting to themselves.

however, you noticed him wherever you went. It seemed as if it was almost impossible not to, he just happened to pop up randomly everywhere. In hogsmeade, in the hallways between classes, and in your dreams. (not in a weird way you weirdos).

Maybe the first time you ever really started thinking about him was when he appeared in your dream…you weren't too sure. But soon enough, you began thinking about him way too much, counting down the lessons till you could see him again in a next lesson.

you began searching for him in the hallways, the common room, the dining hall. even in places you know he would never be, but it just seems like you were always looking for him.

in lessons, everything he did, you were drawn to. you knew what he had, knew what he liked, and you spoke to him only every once in a while.

'this sucks.' you'd tell your friends. they'd laugh, telling you you should just talk to him more.

which isn't really helpful. you would think.

through some miracle ( or horror, you really couldn't decide.) you ended up sitting with fred in potions. Technically it wasn't a miracle, you had just been goofing off with your friends, being too loud for dear old snapey, you'd been moved next to him.

'oh god oh god oh god oh god' was the only thing going through your head as you packed up your desk to move next to him. your friend could barely hold in her laughter, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to muffle it.

'oh shit oh shit oh shit what have i done to deserve this oh my god' is what you were thinking as you walked towards the back, brushing past george as you walked towards fred.

You sat down at his desk, and he turned his face to you, giving you a soft smile. you pray internally that your face does not erupt into flames.

professor snape, once satisfied that you are suffering, turns back to the board, tapping his wand impatiently on the board.

"today," he drawls, "we will be attempting the felix felicis potion. failure to produce a functioning potion will result in a fourteen inch parchment describing every step you made and what you did wrong." he finishes, piercing his gaze into every one of his students.

you wince. fourteen inches for a mistake? seems costly. Potions has never been your strong point. (for the purpose of this, we're gonna pretend fred is excellent at potions.) You pray to the gods above that you don't mess this up for fred.

as snape sits down on his desk, working through marking some paper. as you get up to go get the ingredients as fred sets up the cauldron. you come back, setting down the ashwinder egg, squid bulb, murtlap growth, thyme occamy eggshell, and powdered common rue on the desk.

fred smiles again, thanking you for your help.

"so we have to set in the ashwinder egg first. you wanna do it?" fred asks, as you tie up your hair. he watches as you do so, and you nod, trying to fight off any embarrassment.

he steps back from the cauldron, letting you do so. your hands are shaking and you are doing everything in your power to stop it. in your haste, you knock over the murtlap growth, but before it falls, fred's hand flashes out, catching it in his hand.

"sorry!" you apologise frantically, and he laughs. It's the nicest laugh you've ever heard, deep and infectious, a laugh you'd be able to hear across the room and still recall years later.

"don't worry. i caught it." he says, setting it back on the table.

you smile, avoiding eye contact. you manage to finish the task, and with his help with mixing, the felix felicis is done. while he was mixing, you tried to pretend not to notice his hands. they're nice, to say the least. his hands are rough and calloused from years of being on the quidditch team, as a beater. he's got small white scars littered across his hands from years of experimenting with george over their joke shop products. you have to drag your eyes away.

The felix felicis potion is finished, and it's the most beautiful shade of gold you've ever seen. You would describe it akin to what you would imagine liquid gold to be, and it fits perfectly into a little vial the size of your middle finger. all that work for a little vial no bigger than your middle finger.

it's still the most valuable potion in the world, though.

the potion has large drops of gold leaping across the surface like goldfish, but it never seems to spill out of the vial. you put the stopper over it, and you hand it to fred, your fingers brushing against his warm ones in the process.

"thanks." he seems to whisper, even though he speaks at normal volume.

"we work well together, i think. usually i can't even get a basic potion done." you tell him, laughing a little.

"i bet that's not true." he responds, the corner of his lips upturned.

"it is." you laugh.

you both return to your seats after setting all the equipment away, and as the first group finished, it means you get to present it first.

snape looks at it approvingly, the first time he's ever regarded something you've done, as done well. you can't help but smile, and snape speaks. "i'm glad that you were able to work well once i removed you from your friends. mr. weasley will now be your partner."

you stare at him in slight disbelief, before shrugging and saying, "yes professor snape."

"as the first students done, and the best potion made, you may keep it. decide amongst yourselves which of you gets it." snape finishes, before shooing you away from his desk.

you both stare at each other, your eyes meeting his hazel brown ones. "you have it-" "i don't want-" you both say, before he tries to hand it to you.

you push his hand away, shaking your head, "it's alright, you can keep it."

"no, i think you should keep it. after all, you need it for potions, right?" he jokes, pushing it into your hands.

you gape at him in mock shock. "how could you say that! We only did so well because of me!" you respond, in mock indignation.

he laughs, as he closes your palm over the small vial, and you realise you've lost. however, you decide, you will sneak it into his bag when he's not paying attention.

the end of the lesson has never come so fast. And for the first time in your life, you're slightly disappointed to leave potions. before leaving you levitate the felix felicis potion into his bag with your wand, and you grin wickedly. you'll just have to see him in your other classes later.

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Fred Weasley thinks he is absolutely screwed. After a year of having a crush on a girl who he does not talk to often, despite sharing three lessons with her, he is now partners in potions with her for an indefinite period of time.

He doesn't know when he first noticed you, but god, is he glad he did. he thinks you may be the prettiest girl he's ever seen, with the brightest smile, and the sweetest personality.

so imagine his surprise, that this sweet girl, has gotten in trouble for talking so much (he doesn't care, he liked listening to your voice)

while you were freaking out and chanting 'oh shit' in your head, something similar was going through fred's. george coughs, unsuccessfully hiding his laugh behind it. fred elbows george to get him to shut up as you approach the table, and george gathers his things, to leave. he winks at fred, before walking to your previous seat next to your friend, flashing a quick and easy smile.

fred wishes he could talk to you so easily, and he tries his best not to show his nervousness, flashing you what he thinks is an awkward smile. (it isnt, it looks natural as hell, not to mention hot as hell)

while you make the potion, he watches you with fervour, as if he's scared he'll miss a single movement you'll make, hungrily soaking up your smiles like a man starved.

every touch feels like something he's been missing, like a hot cup of chocolate after a walk in winter, and he's scared he's going to get addicted.

he wants to give you the felix felicis, and is happy when you finally give up. after potions, in herbology, he reaches into his bag, to find the felix felicis. he laughs, before searching across the classroom for you.

when he makes eye contact, he raises an eyebrow, holding it in his palm to show you, his heart fluttering in his chest. he looks as composed and calm as ever to you, but he knows differently.

it becomes a game, the felix felicis. it takes over several months, and you start to get creative with it, hiding it in his mail, he hid it in your textbooks somehow, you hid it in his hair, etc etc.

it became a competition, who could come up with the craziest spots. after you hid it a couple months later in what you hope was his jacket pocket.

it's been awhile since you had first sat with fred in potions because of professor snape, and you're so happy to say that you've grown closer over the months, even spending time together out of lessons at cafes to study, or in the library together.

after hiding the felix felicis in his jacket pocket while on a walk with him in the winter months, you wait for his turn.

one day passes. nothing happens. another day, and another. four days later, and it still hasn't turned up yet. where is it? you wonder. you check for it everywhere you go, turning your entire dorm upside down searching for it.

he couldn't have lost it, right? it was in his jacket pocket. could it be that he's bored of this game, and he just decided to keep it? must be.

you're disappointed, of course, it was very enjoyable. but there's nothing you can really do.

imagine your surprise, when you walk into the dining hall, to see fred standing with his brother, and what- what's that in his hand? none other than the felix felicis.

you watch as he takes a swig of it, setting the rest of the vial in his pocket. his brother pats him on the back in what seems to be encouragement, and he walks over to your friend.

he smiles at her, and she smiles back. they talk and for some reason your heart starts to get a bit heavy.

'did he just drink the felix felicis just to talk to her?' you ask yourself. unable to stand there and watch, you turn around and walk out of the dining hall, threading your fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

something dark, sick and familiar is brewing in the pit of your stomach, it's pulling, pushing your heart strings.

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fred weasley is going to ask you out. he toys with the felix felicis vial in his pocket as he waits for you to enter the dining hall, turning it over and over again in his pocket as he leans against one of the columns with george.

you don't show up for awhile, and fred's wondering where you are.

"go ask her friend." george states, pushing him forward, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

fred hypes himself up, and he takes the vial out of his pocket, swigging a sip as he stalks towards your friend. the liquid is thick but light in his mouth, tasting of golden hawthorn berries and honey.

he taps her on the shoulder and smiles at her nervously.

"hey. where's y/n?" he asks your friend

"she's still upstairs i believe." she responds with a smile.

she turns around to see you walking out of the hall, and her smile drops.

"oh."

"what?" fred asks.

"i think she may have misunderstood what's going on." she sighs, and gives fred a slightly strained smile. "you couldn't have waited till after you spoke to me to drink it, could you?"

fred flashes a confused look. "whatever do you mean?"

"hasn't the entire potion been a game? who could hide it the best?" your friend asks him.

"i mean, yeah, it has. but i don't see the problem…?" he scratches the back of his neck.

she rolls her eyes, muttering something about 'boys…' freds eyes narrow, and she lets out a soft laugh.

"right. think of it this way. imagine you've had a crush on this guy for ages. you're not exactly close, but you talk. you have one 'special' thing you do together. for example, hiding the potion….and then you see them keeping it for themselves….you got me?" Your friend finishes, raising her eyebrows at him.

he stares, before realisation finally dawns on him.

"oh shit." he mutters, hand threading through his ginger locks.

"well?" your friend asks, somewhat impatient. "go after her."

fred nods, sprinting across the dining hall, after you. praying to himself that he can fix this, and george throws him a thumbs up as he sprints past.

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'fuck.' you think as you sit down on the edge of the astronomy tower. you can't help but replay the moment of fred drinking the felix felicis before he speaks to your friend. he looked so nervous but so hyped.

you're not about to jump off the astronomy tower, but it's a nice place to be where you need some time alone, to think. you need that now.

that sick, familiar and painful thing pulling at your gut earlier, its back. theres nothing you can do now, but just sit back and let it happen, you suppose.

She's your friend, and so is fred. you have to be okay with it. it's not worth losing friends over.

the wind picks up, ruffling your hair into your face, tangling it into knots. the rain starts pouring down, dropleta cascading down your face.

turning your face up to the sky, you let out a deep sigh, feeling tears prickling at your waterline, fighting the tears back. 'no. you don't have a right to be upset.' you chatise.

'he's not yours. he never was.' you need to remind yourself. this isn't fair to either of them, they had no control over their feelings.

despite that, the tears continue to fall. you can't compete, this isn't fair. she knew you liked him. she knew how you felt. you literally spoke to her about it.

There is nothing. nothing you can do about this. you are just going to have to wait for the feelings to go away. it wouldn't be fair to like your best friend's boyfriend. (getting ahead of yourself, aren't we?)

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fred weasley is freaking out. he can't find you. you're not in the common room, in any of your lessons for the day (yes, he knows your schedule), you're not in any of the bathrooms (he didn't go in, he just asked the girls who came out of the bathrooms), and you're not near the black lake.

in his haste, he almost runs in to someone. "shit." he grunts

"watch where you're going!" someone says. he looks up and realises it's harry.

"oh it's you. you alright there, fred?" harry says, pulling fred up to his feet.

"harry!" fred basically shouts. "where's the marauders map?" he practically begs, and harry raises a brow in response.

"not the time. i need it." harry nods, pulling it out of his pocket, before handing it over to fred.

"oh shit." fred whispers, seeing your name pop up at the astronomy tower. how could he forget it? you told him weeks ago that it was your favourite place in the school.

shoving the marauders map back into harry's arms, fred yells his thanks to harry as he speeds through the hall, skipping steps three at a time to get to you, he stumbles a couple of times, not hitting the floor, but catching himself just in time.

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your back is to the door, and the combination of the rain and the wind prevents you from hearing it open.

"y/n? are you alright?" fred asks quietly, taking a deep breath and sitting besides you.

you turn your face away, wiping away the marks of tears before turning back to him.

"yeah. just enjoying the rain. it's nice, isn't it?" you tell him, trying to change the topic, giving him a soft smile.

you both stare off into the distance, slowly watching all the dark rain clouds move away from the astronomy tower.

he notices that you're drenched, and he sighs. he pulls his jumper over his head, pulling his wand out from his pocket as he does so. "exaresco" he whispers as you dry off.

he passes you his jacket, which you accept without a word. it's still warm with his body heat, and smells faintly of the quidditch pitch and cinnamon, tinged with a scent of something burnt.

"so. you and (friend's name), huh?" you say to attempt to lighten the mood. turning your face to him, you send him a (fake) sly smile, nudging him in the arm.

he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows. since he finally knows how you feel about him, why are you acting like this?

"no." his reply is short, straight to the point.

you gape at him, mouth falling open and he lets out a deep chuckle, his index finger reaching out and pushing your jaw back up.

"what do you mean no?? I saw you going up to her, drinking the felix felicis." you say, pushing his hand away from your face with a confused frown.

"it wasn't for her." He states simply, hoping his answer is enough for you to finally understand his feelings.

you stare blankly at him.

"you're one of the smartest people i know, but you're so oblivious." he states, sighing playfully.

"then who's the lucky girl?" you ask him, not really wanting to hear the answer anyway. your stomach's already feeling heavy, and he's not even said anything yet. is it katie bell? angelina johnson? who else has he spoken to that he might like?

fred lets out a groan. how can you be so oblivious.

"what?" You laugh, nudging him and trying to get out an answer from him. your hands are getting cold, so you put them in your (fred's) jacket pockets. there's something cold inside, and you pull out a familiar vial.

"why would you think there's anyone else?" fred asks, eyes trained on you as you turn the vial over and over again in your hands.

that catches your attention and your eyes turn to him. "what do you mean?"

fred laughs, his hand combs through his ginger locks as he pushes them back nervously.

"I'm trying, and failing apparently, to tell you i like you." he finally says, laughing nervously again, avoiding eye contact with you.

you gape, for the umpteenth time tonight, before realising he must be joking. you force out a laugh, slightly (super) disappointed. "you're so funny." you deadpan.

"i'm not joking."

"you must be." You respond, slightly hurt that he finds something like this funny. you're facing away again, so you don't notice him look at you. something steels inside of him, and he's confident this will end in his favour.

he reaches up, his hand finding your jaw, and he pulls your face back to him.

something in his eyes is dark, and you realise for the first time, that he's not joking. there's something similar to adoration in his eyes, and it's everything you do in your power to stop from gasping.

"i'm not joking." he repeats.

you can feel his breath on you, fanning across your skin like a warm embrace.

"are you sure?" you whisper, trying to contain the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"yes." his response is short, sure and straight to the point. "i am"

the next thing you know, his lips are on yours, breaths mingling together. he pulls you closer, and you feel yourself melt into his embrace.

you pull back from the kiss, and he lets out a unhappy groan.

"does this mean…you like me?" you ask him.

he glares at you, and you laugh. "i'm only joking." is your response. he grins, his forehead resting against yours.

you lie your head on his shoulder, and the both of you enjoy each other's company. this all happened because of felix felics. you can't help but feel so grateful. maybe you should stop hating potions now.

#fred weasley #x reader #duckiewrites #fred weasley x reader #duckie's inbox #wizarding world #hp fandom #harry potter #george weasley #fred x reader #gryffindor reader #gryffindor #the weasleys #weasley family #asks #sorry anon it took so long #fred

[vampirevatican]

Heart Don't Stand a Chance

a record player starts, and the countess opens a book. “tonight, you'll hear the tale of two strangers growing closer. i hope you enjoy, delulutober!”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - MDNI, friends to lovers, unrequited/unconfessed love, smoking weed, extremely touch starved/cuddly but "we're just friends", smut, oral, groping, p in v sex, mating press, foreplay, teasing

summary - he talked you up from the club all the way to your place. you shared blunts, thoughts, and feelings, but somewhere along that road from strangers to friends something started to grow.

notes - 2.5k words, i heard this song. i thought about hobie bc as chill as he is, he carries himself like he's hot shit and even with that there is a depth to him. attempt at his british slang pattern, or bbe (black british english)... mighta blew my best work in the first half, ye.

Tonight was a clubbing kind of night. After the week you had it was crucial to go out looking the baddest and having a night on the town. You couldn't get carried away on drinks, had to drive yourself home, and didn't feel like dealing with ignorant men trying to get you wasted. Infact, you weren't gonna tolerate any nigga that tried to shoot his shot tonight. Yes you were the finest thing out here but that didn't mean you had to suffer their bullshit. Then he showed up, tall, dark and handsome.

"Hey there peng ting," and his voice, "thought I could chirps you for a bit." You let him, but find yourself rolling your eyes. "Alright boy, what's ya name?" You take the bait and with that cute accent of his he says, "Hobie, Hobie Brown. Yours?" Your heart, or something else, was already dead set on how hot he is and if the conversation went nice this exception would be worth it. It was, because he spent that night just talking to you. Sure he flirted but it felt more like a teasing banter than him being desperate for you to be in his bed.

He would've been drinking but decided to hold off for you, "Who needs Vera Lynn, when you're here, I'm already bein' entertained." You laughed and he swore he'd never hear a more beautiful sound. "So where's your ends, would've spotted a pretty bird like you a while ago." Hobie could feel that you were trying to stay guarded but you hadn't pushed him away or backed off. "Islington," She answered and took a sip of her drink with those shiny lips, "From outta the country for a bit. Call it a vacation and business trip." Her voice was like music to his ears and he couldn't get enough, "Ah, you're my neighbor then. Islington a straight shot to London, innit? If you're doing business, what's your business here then?" Basic small talk but he had gotten all the info he needed out of you then and there. Name, Occupation, Intrests and a couple other base line things along with hearing that lovely laugh.

It was far too long for the both of you to have felt such a spark and comfortability between another person. Sure he had his 'bredrin' but something about this was different, it was like there was more to it. The night flew by and even though the club was packed it felt like it was just you and him.

"So you usually frequent pubs like this?" You asked him and he simply shrugged, "A bit of a pass time. I see you've caught up with some of the slang, what do you get up to?" The conversation stayed like this, shooting questions back at each other, "When I ain't busy, I stick to my own. Foreign place and I'm not trying to get in no rubble." Occasionally flirting, "You're looking dench, ya always dress that sharp or is it just for me?" You ask and he compliments you right back. "Got pretty nice garms yourself. If you want it to be just for you, go ahead." He said, not shooting down your advances either.

With a drink or two, low in alcohol, for the both of you he offered to take this night out on the town with him as an escort. Both of you leaning against the bar and looking out at the sea of people he leaned down next to you and said, "Like a suitcase in here. Should head on out if we want the privacy." Something about that didn't sound like a terrible idea, so you agreed and let him hitch a ride in your car. Sharing playlists together on the ride back to your place, since he didn't really mind where he woke up and unbeknownst to you he was looking out for your comfortability and safety.

That was your first night in the UK you didn't spend alone. Yeah you had made some friends over here and sometimes there were sleepovers that consisted of binging shows, doing each other's hair or makeup. Some indoors and sometimes outdoors fun, but this was vastly different. His fine, lanky ass was waltzing through your apartment like he owned the place before plopping down dead center on the couch. Man spreading and arms outstretched on the back of the couch.

"What?" Hobie simply asked when he caught you staring. It wasn't like he minded it, infact he thought it was cute and it gave him time to stare when those pretty brown eyes focused somewhere else. It felt like you were tracing the outline of his body, sketching down the details instead of stripping him bare. " 's rude to stare, leng." He said, propping his hands behind his head and putting his boots on the coffee table, closing his eyes for a second before catching your gaze to see you try and hold back a smile as you rolled your eyes and shook your head. "You're bare brown, a damn mess." The way she mixed his slang and hers was cute too, 'We should mix like that...' he thought but shook it off as he picked up the remote to put something on the TV. Meanwhile in your room you decided to go ahead and unwind because, you're back home, it's late, and you'll be damned if you don't wash your face and get into something comfortable.

Hearing your footsteps he didn't even turn his head to address you at first, "Almost thought you'd leave me he-" He was cut off by a huge bonnet smacking him in the face. "Dumbass, it's my flat and if you spending the night; like i expect you to," you said muttering that one bit of expectations, "then put that on, no need to fuck up those nice locs when we skin folk." He obliged and felt you settle in beside him. It couldn't have been the drinks, so it had to be genuine, because looking at you in your bonnet and a huge sleep shirt was enough to make his heart skip a beat. She was definitely still leng without the makeup, fancy dress or accessories. "A bit rude to stare, innit?" and that beautiful voice.

Since that night you two have had smoke and jam seshes, movie nights, youtube, and streaming binges. You had gotten his number and address and would swing by anytime you could if he couldn't because you were 'neighbors'. Some nights he'd stay and spend some of the morning with you, and vice versa. Other times he had other things to do and so did you, or was it being petty? You weren't sure and couldn't quite understand it either. Though thinking on the nights before, as the sun rose, whenever you got in the shower or took a bath it felt like washing off glitter. Cleaning off the sparkle and shine his very presence filled you with, it was like any other mundane task and life returned to normal, until he came along again. Nights of watching some thing and laying your head on his shoulder, laying down in his lap, being held in his arms. Flopping down on your bed you let out the biggest sigh. If you loved him, it would be too much to handle. He couldn't feel the same way back, he's just really comfortable with you, right?

Tonight was just like any other night but the days before weren't. Each morning or late-night goodbye was reconciling with the thought of something more. Hobie couldn't get you out of his mind and every time you hung out he couldn't stop overthinking exactly what you thought of him. If it wasn't that it was focusing on you. How your soft brown skin felt against him, how you looked up at him, your lips either glossed over or baren, the shape of your body, the way you got more and more comfortable with him. Your head on his shoulder and watching the TV as you both commentated over a show you've seen more than once now. "Hobie?" your voice pulled him out of the trance you had always put him in, though the thoughts of fucking you didn't stop and they were just stronger now with you being so close. "You wanna take a hit or nah?" He could only nod and took the blunt from you, 'I am... way too horny to talk to this woman right now...' This was definitely true but from your perspective, it seemed like any other day, until you went to lay your head on his lap, and in an instant you were sitting on his lap.

You could feel just how hard he was through his sweatpants and now you were both just staring at each other. Brown eyes locked in a staring contest, waiting for a first move while drowning in each other's gaze. His hands slide up and down your sides and settle at your hips and you feel a shiver down your spine. "H...hobs," your voice was like a whisper as he got closer to you, "Yeah?" He broke his stare by looking at your slightly parted lips, and without another word, he kissed you. His kiss trails from your lips to your neck as he makes a low groan from you rocking your hips and wiggling ever so slightly. His hips slightly buck upwards as a whine leaks out from his lips, while he nuzzles your neck and whispers, "This has been on my mind, all day." Both of your grinding stops for a moment as your hands go to cup his face and force him to look at you directly. "Hobie, if you feel the way that I feel... then I trust you." With those words, he felt instant encouragement and a softness in his heart. He kissed you once more, just as passionately but it felt more intimate instead of heated.

Squeezing your hips and caressing your thighs brought the both of you back to your previous activities, and you continued to rub upon his grey sweatpants that had started this mess. Breaking the kiss once more, you rest your forehead on his shoulder and moan out to him. "Hobie, please... more." His hands were playing with the waistband of your shorts and hearing your plea he pulled them down, along with your panties, with your help. Now, straddling him you go to pull at his sweatpants, "Closed mouths don't get fed, if you want me to join ya just say so." He teased and you rolled your eyes, getting up off of him and then getting on your knees as you pulled off his sweatpants. His cock sprung out and you licked your lips, he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. Stroking him and kissing up and down his shaft, maintaining eye contact you tease him back, "Hm? What is it Hobie, did you want more." You say before licking slowly from the base and up to his tip, feeling his hips shudder and another whine escape his lips. He didn't need to ask, feeling your mouth take him in before he could say anything. His hands gripping the couch cushion he was sitting on as you sucked him off, stopping for a moment and taking one of his hands and placing it on your twists. "You can touch, like I said I trust you." Feeling the long twists in his hands and stroking your head he smiled, "Thank you." Taking his length back into your mouth you hummed in approval, continuing where you left off.

Just as he was about to cum you stopped and he let out a laugh and groan, "What now baby?" Hearing that pet name made your heart soar as you stood up and sat on his lap again, taking off your shirt and bra, back pressed to his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder again. "You're either gonna fuck me hard or reciprocate, Id like both though." Your breath against his ear gave him goosebumps, and he swallowed hard. His hard-on slightly twitched from your words and you slid your slit up and down his shaft, the slick spreading across him.

Without saying a word he started to rub circles into your clit, the right amount of pressure that made you hips chase his hand while still grinding on him. His other hand made it's way to one of your tits as he kissed and licked at you neck. Your moans filled the room and after enough foreplay you guided him into your hole and started to ride him. Hips rolling back and forth as he thrusted upwards and kept you steady on him by holding your hips.

In the moment you turn to look at him and his gaze was focused on where you swallowed him whole, he looked as entranced as any other time you caught him just looking at you. You whisper in his ear, "You fit so good inside, filling me up just rig-ht!" Your voice becomes a slight screm of surprise as he turns you around and picks you up, standing, with him still inside. Feeling you clench around him he chuckles and you drop your head on his shoulder. "Aw, you were close huh?" He coos to you as he moves to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed. When he slides himself out you can't help but let out the most desperate whine, but it's then replaced with some silence as you feel him lift your legs. Knees pressed to you shoulders,"Don't worry, gonna fill you right up again." Your heart beat quickens and your skin feels so hot that only standing in a freezer could cool you down, after hearing those words against your ear. He slams himself back in and sit for a second drinkng in your loud scream and you falling apart on his cock. He then rode you through the mid point of your orgasm, riling you up all over again.

You woke up the next morning with him by your side, your limbs tangled with eachother. Neither of you left eachother that morning and when he had to go he kissed your forehead. The next week that followed was radio silence on both ends and from that night you couldn't deny it anymore. It was more than just the sex, it was his prescene alone in any context that put you on cloud nine. A feeling like this was few and far inbetween and you couldn't resist when he offered to hang out again, this time at his house boat.

Laying side by side on his mattress, looking at the stars through the sun roof, you didn't cuddle up to him like you usually did. "What's wrong?" He simply asked and you looked over to find his gaze lazer focused on you. "You love me right?" Is all you could manage, word vomit, a ridiculous question but he didn't think of it as such. Pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair, still in those long and pretty twists. "Of course I do, and I promise I ain't going no where."

#*⁠.⁠✧𝖛𝖛'𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗🍷 #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x female reader

[techtalksfics]

If i may...

A migrane care fic would be nice. Wrecker using his inside voice and letting you sleep on his chest. Or maybe using his big hand as an eye mask bc you lost yours.

Totally NOT a fantasy of mine or anything 🫣

I loved this request! Whilst I've luckily never had a migraine, I've had friends suffering from them so I hope this lives up to expectations.

It's the first real thing I've written for the Bad Batch in a long while so I'm super, super nervous to post. I really hope it's okay!

Migraine Support (Wrecker x gn!Reader)

Summary: Wrecker comes to the rescue when you're having a migraine. Cute support is offered.

Warnings: None - this is pure Wrecker fluff

Word Count: 947 words

"HEY, babe! You missed one hell of a mission. I mean the whole thing was like... BOOM!" Wrecker's loud and energetic voice reverberated through the entire bunk room as he entered the space looking for you. But then he noticed you lying on the bed, blocking out the lights with your hand over your eyes. Your hand was rather unsuccessfully doing the job based on the pained expression on your face. You were having the worst migraine you'd have in a while. Every time you moved your hands from your eyes, the agonising flashes of light you saw and the worsened throbbing in your head were truly unbearable, and even with your eyes closed, you were still feeling nauseous and the pain in the your head was agonising.

"OW!" You winced and groaned in pain as his voice decimates your brain. "Inside voice, Wrecker. Inside voice." He all but yelps in dismay, albeit he tries to do so quietly as he sees you lying there; a truly sorry sight for his eyes. He takes the sight in. You lying on your side, facing away from him with you hand over your eyes, clearly trying to block out the fluorescent lights in the bunk room. He reckoned your little hands weren't doing much in the way of removing the light from your vision. He frowned at the sight. He really did hate seeing you in pain.

You then feel the weight of the bunk droop and a hand gently falls to your waist as he sits beside you. He lowers his voice to what can only be described as a Wrecker whisper. It's not quite a whisper but it's close enough to one, you supposed. "Is it one of your migraines, baby?"

You nod a little, wincing as this movement did your pain no favours, keeping your hand over your eyes. "Where's your eye mask babe?" You shrug, not having a single clue or care as to where you'd left it this time. You were pretty sure you'd left it on Ord Mantell, on your last visit. But to be fair, it could be in any star system you'd visited since Ord Mantell and wherever the hell you are now. Either way, the pain and confusion brought on the migraine was blocking any reasonable thoughts on the matter. You really did not care. He lowers his voice even further, "wait right here...I'll be right back." His voice is kindly getting quieter and quieter for your benefit. When the bunk bounces up slightly, you gather he must be walking away.

"Where the hell else am I gonna go?" You retort somewhat bitterly as the pain is putting you more than a little on edge. He chuckles a little at that, mumbling 'good point' as he heads out to speak to Tech in the cockpit.

"Hey Tech," he says, approaching him quickly, "do ya think you could cut the lights to the bunks for a bit? They're having one of them migraines and the lights in the bunk ain't helpin'." Tech sighs a little but agrees, resolving the matter quickly.

"The lighting systems to the bunk room are now off," Tech confirms in a rush as he quickly goes back to the previous maintenance work he was performing.

Wrecker thanks him and quickly returns to you, attempting to be as quiet as possible as he now enters the dark bunk room. He sits beside you on the bunk again, his weight drooping the bed a little again, making his return obvious. He carefully whispers, "does that help at all?" You nod only a little, learning from your previous mistake. But you were still too scared to take your hand away from your eyes, wishing to avoid any extra pain.

After a few moments of silence, he clambers over you carefully, lying on the inside of the bunk beside you. His arm adjusts you in a surprisingly delicate and careful manner. He guides your body towards him and you naturally cuddle into him, an instinct you'd developed over the course of your relationship. The arm closest to you, slips under your neck, your head now resting on it. His fingers gently stroke your hair. He is trying so hard to keep as quiet as he can; showing you affection through action instead of words that would clearly only make things worse. After all, his indoor voice was not that much quieter than his normal voice.

"Do you, maybe, wanna use my hand to cover your eyes?" He seems somewhat nervous and careful when asking this, wondering if that might be an incredibly weird thing to suggest. But when your hand slowly falls away from your closed eyes, he quickly replaces it with his much larger, coarse one. The sheer size of his hand covers most of your face, and it perfectly blocks out all remaining light. You sigh a little in relief. That was much, much better.

"Thank you, sweetie," you mumble quietly, burying yourself into him a little more with your hand now over his chest. "These stupid migraines," you complain, "I wish they'd just stop. I hate it." The statement was honeyed with desperation and distress in equal measure but Wrecker simply held you closer, his hand massaging your head gently, playing with your hair in intervals, just how he knew you liked it. "Did - did Tech cut the lighting systems off in here?" The sudden realisation that the darkness in the bunk room was a lot more potent than it had been just minutes earlier.

"Yeah," Wrecker whispers gently, his breath tickling your hair, "I reckun you needed a bit of a break from the lightin' in here. He'll turn it back on after your migraine goes away." Your heart could melt at the softness and thoughtfulness of this beautiful man whose hand covered your eyes. You knew Wrecker struggled with quietness, being such a fan of explosions and chaos. His love and enthusiasm towards the chaotic battles and loud music was unmatched by anyone.

Suddenly, you felt a soft, small plushie being placed between you. ‘Lula,’ you thought to yourself, and you smiled a little at that. You know how much he loves Lula, she was the answer to all his sadness, and he clearly hoped it would be the same for you.

After a little while, you finally managed to take a small nap, waking up hours later, feeling slightly better than before. Wrecker slept peacefully beside you. The hand that had been covering your face was now holding your much smaller hand over his chest. You smiled softly at the sight. His innocent face contented by his slumber. For now, you were happy to just lay there with him and Lula of course; your sweet and loving Wrecker, the cuddly, caring bear had made that migraine feel so much better.

#the bad batch #reader insert #wrecker bad batch #wrecker bb #wrecker x reader #tech bad batch #requests open #request #taking requests

[nightlychaos19]

･ﾟ✴𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝒾𝓂 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹✴ﾟ･

ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜɴᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later."

You angrily hung up and dialed his number once, because how dArE he ignore YOUR calls?! Especially when HE had been the one who had asked you to hang out.

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later." The automated voice said yet again, making you fight the urge to smash your phone.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.." You muttered to yourself, as you sipped on your drink, trying not to focus on the awkward stares the couples around you were giving.

You had been invited out to a pretty fancy and very popular couple-esque restaurant and your date was no where in sight.

Even if he magically popped out of nowhere, you weren't going to forgive him, not after making you wait for him for 45 minutes and for ignoring all your texts and calls. Oh no, you were going to make him suffer and beg for your forgiveness.

Those puppy dogs eyes weren't going to save him, not this time anyways. Especially not in the outfit you were wearing.

You were by far the hottest and best dressed in the whole damn place, and you weren't just tooting your own horn either. Men and women couldn't keep their eyes off of you when they first caught a glimpse. Even the waiters and waitresses couldn't keep away, they kept dropping by, either asking if you needed something or trying small talk.

Some were even salivating in jealousy of your date, well at first they were. Now? Now they were probably just pitying you and gossiping.

It was a shame your date was late too, today you were what you had deemed literal perfection.

Outfit? Irresistible.

Hair? Flawless.

Makeup? So on point.

Lips? Damn, who wouldn't want a kiss?

A soft groan left your lips as you wondered what went wrong. Everything had been going so flawlessly perfect up until the morning, and you had originally figured that he was frantically trying to get his lazy employees not to burn down his shop.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you recalled the memory of a small fire that happened in the backroom of his shop. He scolded his employees for a solid week.

"May I take your order?" Another waiter asked, eyeing you up and down before winking at you.

A look of disdain graced your features and you shooed him away. Your fingers once more dialed his number frantically, hoping to god he was just running late.

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later."

Your eye twitched and you pursed your lips.

Oh he's fucked, you thought to yourself and stood up, only to garner everyone's attention. It made you want to melt right there on the spot. You flashed a nearby waiter a forced smile and apologized, even though it wasn't your damn fault.

You marched out of there with your head held, because fuck it, you weren't about to let a boy ruin the rest of your day.

If anything, you were about to ruin his.

Chifuyu Matsuno sighed, shaking his head at the vending machine. Now four items were stuck, and all he wanted was the stupid candy bar. Was this karma?

Karma for stalking Takemitchy?

A few days prior, he, Baji, and Kazutora saw their crybaby of a friend, Takemitchy out with someone, and that someone not being his lovely girlfriend Hina. So the three of them had decided to scrap their plans and follow Takemitchy to see whether their suspicions were right or not.

"Oh shit.." Chifuyu mumbled, holding down his skirt and long hair as a gust of wind appeared.

Baji had planned for the three of them to ''follow'' Takemitchy, dressed up as women so he ''wouldn't know'' they were following him around.

If anything good came out of it, they looked smoking hot. Emma had dressed them up real good.

"Oi Chifuyu! Hurry up or we're gonna leave your ass behind!" Baji called out and Chifuyu cursed. The machine still refused to give him, his items. Maybe it was karma.

Sure maybe what they were doing wasn't exactly great, and they doubted Takemitchy was even able of cheating on Hina but they just wanted to make sure.

"Just one more time..." Chifuyu murmured to himself against his better judgement and put more money in, just hoping that they'd all fall. He chose a bag of chips, and watched closely. "Yes!" That victory was short lived. "Wha—? OH COME ON!"

The chips had gotten stuck as well.

"What the fuck???" He just couldn't believe his luck, maybe it was karma. He just had to listen to Baji and Kazutora didn't he? Why couldn't his curiosity minded its own business for once!?

Having one last glance, Chifuyu spat at the machine and kicked it as he gave it a couple of choice words before turning to walk away.

Cha-ching!

Eyes widened at the sound, his feet quickly turned faster than lightning and ran to snatch up his goodies. Like hell was he gonna let anyone else get them. He had spent way too much money for only one item.

A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips and he left to find the others. While munching on the chips, Chifuyu felt something scratching at the back of his mind, but he just couldn't remember what it was. In all of the hoopla, a couple of things had to be placed aside. Yet there was one thing gnawing at his mind, and he hoped it wasn't anything too important.

Turning the corner, he happily hummed a song and dismissed the thought. He had figured if it were important, it'd probably come crashing back to him too.

Oh and it did.

A very displeased and irritated voice sneered at him from behind. "So this is what you ditched me for!?"

The way Chifuyu snapped his head around when he realized his mistake left an everlasting memory for all those around. A look of horror graced his features as his eyes met yours. Jaw dropping at the sight of you.

You looked absolutely radiating, and fuck you looked super hot in your outfit.

Oh that important event? Oh yeah, his dumbass had asked out and he had been hoping to ask you out and make you two official.

Ok, this definitely was karma for sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

A weak wave was sent your way as well as a nervous smile. His knees buckled at the sight of you, and unfortunately it wasn't in the good way. He had truly messed up big time.

With that angry look, he knew he wasn't going to come out of this unscathed nor was he going to get you to be his, not with the stunt he had pulled today. "H-hey [Y/N]!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms angrily. "Nuh-uh, you are not getting out of this." You gave him a once over, and couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was up to and why it held more importance than you.

Though you had to give him some credit, he did look rather cute dressed up in a skirt and makeup. His mascara and liner were perf. Oh and that wig, looked real as hell.

"Should I even ask?" You say, giving him an annoyed look.

He bit his nail as he stammered, his story all over the place and he knew damn well that you weren't gonna be happy once you pieced it all together.

Once he was finished, you took a few minutes to put everything together, and boy did it sound stupider every second that past. You just stared at him in disbelief as you finally understood. It led you to wonder if your circle of friends were systematically killing off your brain cells, because Takemitchy cheating on Hina was one of the stupidest things you had ever heard.

He was a simp for Hina. Her number one fan. Her ride or die. He could barely function properly without her.

And the three stooges had the audacity to think Takemitchy could cheat on Hina!?

You clapped mockingly at him, as you shook your head disappointment. "I swear the three of you share the same damn braincell. I cannot believe you stood me UP for this shit! I am so mad at you right now."

"I'm sorry!" Chifuyu cried, latching onto your arm, blubbering about god knows what and begging you to reconsider.

Him begging was quite the sight, but you weren't gonna give in so quickly. In fact, you enjoyed him squirming.

"I'll make it up to you! Promise!" Now that did sound promising, but you wanted more. You weren't even being selfish, he had ditched you for one of the dumbest things ever. He deserved to suffer for a while. "I'll even go shopping with you!"

You internally giggled, last time was a lot of fun for you, but Chifuyu looked like he was about to die from carrying all your bags. Instead of giving him the answer he wanted, you rolled your eyes. Shopping wasn't gonna fix the embarrassment he had let you rot in. "Shoo from me."

"But [Y/NNNNNNN]." He whined, giving you his famous puppy dog eyes, but even those wouldn't save him today.

"Oi Chifuyu!" Baji's voice boomed, and the two of you turned to see Baji and Kazutora strolling up your way, and yes, both were also dressed up as women. And yes, both were killing it too.

Your hand palmed your face as another sigh escaped your lips. "So which one of you had this idiotic idea? Bet it was you, wasn't it Kei?"

Baji flared his nostrils at you, boasting about how it was a fantastic idea, not stupid.

You gave him an exaggerated motion of shaking your hands at him, asking how any part of it was fantastic. Especially when the target was the sweet crybaby of the group. Takemitchy couldn't even look at other women without tearing up about how Hina was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You cried into your hands, wondering how you had ended up as friends with them. Their sheer stupidity was astounding. "By the way, where did you see Takemitchy ''cheating'' anyways?" Like, when was he not with Hina? He was attached to the hip.

Kazutora was the first to answer, saying they had seen him with a strange woman a few days prior, outside the farmer's market.

That ladies and gentleman, almost made your blood vessel pop. A laugh of disbelief escaped your lips. "Takemitchy isn't out here cheating on Hina, you dolts! He was with me the other day! He needed help in getting the ingredients to make a cake for Hina!"

Takemitchy had asked you for the recipe for a cake Hina had liked, and he wanted fresh ingredients and he wanted to surprise her. Did he know what kind of idiot friends he had? Well, maybe he shared the same brain cell as them, hence why they were all friends.

The three stooges stared at you, giving you an 'o' face as the realization set in. You still couldn't believe these people used to be in a powerful gang, they were stupid as hell.

You gave them a nod. "Yeah, bet you feel shitty now, dont'cha? Poor Takemitchy is gonna cry for days, bless that soul of his." The man could cry waterfalls, he really was that sensitive.

Baji rolled his eyes as he stuttered a bit, probably realizing how stupid they had been. "S-stupidmitchy could've a-at least told us s-something.."

You snorted, Takemitchy had purposefully avoided telling the guys. Apparently last time they had eaten up half the things he had bought, and the other half were things he didn't even need! Hell, Mikey had even grabbed four packets of random cookies. The guys had grabbed whatever and shoved it into his bags.

Suffice to say, Takemitchy did not trust any of them not to mess it up for him.

"Let's go home then?" Kazutora proposed, and the other two nodded. You gave Chifuyu the stink eye.

You crossed your arms once more, unimpressed. "You're leaving me again? Especially with me dressed like this?" You made sure to show off a little, in hopes he'd choose you this time.

The first thing you noticed was his cheeks redden as his eyes darted between you and the guys, blubbering nonsense as he did so.

You sighed, clearly he wasn't going to choose you if he was having this hard of time doing so. "It's whatever, I'll just see you whenever." You wave bye and walk off. Sure you were disappointed, but you weren't about to let him know that.

Chifuyu shot his friends an apologetic look and ran after you. "H-hey wait up!" Once he was close enough, he gave you another apology and received another scolding from you, which he happily accepted.

Baji and Kazutora laughed and turned to leave as well. "I guess Chifuyu is just as whipped as Idoitmitchy."

Kazutora nodded.

Chifuyu shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt too many stares on him. He figured they were probably all staring with how he dressed, sure he looked great, but not up to par with you.

You looked like you had stepped right of a fashion magazine. A diamond in a sea of rocks.

He was also sure the waiters and waitresses were judging him, as you had been sitting alone for quite some time alone earlier in the day. He could just hear how they were scrutinizing him for standing you up. To be fair, he did deserve it but it'd be nice if they'd tone it down a bit.

"Is that all?" The waiter asked, ogling you. Chifuyu glared at the man before eyeing you. Seeing your smile melted his anxiety and anger. You truly were so beautiful.

He saw you tilt your head and give him a questioning look. "What's wrong? You look constipated."

His jaw dropped, and immediately shook his head. "I-it's not that! Geez [Y/N]!"

God your giggle gave him so much serotonin. "You squeamish because you don't think you look as good as the other ladies?"

Chifuyu gave you an annoyed look while rolling his eyes. "First off, no."

You dramatically flipped your hair, boasting about how jealous he must've felt in your presence, that you were utterly ravishing and he had to agree with that.

You did look ravishing indeed and he definitely had been a fool to forget your date. The fact that you did so much just for him made his heart swell. He also couldn't keep his eyes off of you, especially your lips.

You were wearing his favorite shade.

And if you wanted him to look better than all the other women, then he definitely had to complete the look.

"Chifuyu?" You called out to him, and he just smirked.

Leaning over, he smashed his lips against yours. Oh and he kissed you hard, leaving you speechless. You couldn't help but notice the softness of his lips and how they tasted a bit salty and by god you didn't want it to end.

Chifuyu pulled away with a mischievous look on his face as he sat down, mimicking your past actions and flipped his hair. His lips adorned with your lipstick, albeit a bit messy but still decent. "I think look better than the other women, don't you agree, [Y/N]?" He winked at you, making your heart do a million summersaults.

Your fingers make their way to your lips as your cheeks reddened. "C-Chifuyu.." A soft smile curling up on your lips as you almost had half a mind to make him do it again. "Again."

And he happily obliged.

🎉🎉🥳Happy Birthday Chifuyu!! We share the same birthday!!

I hope you guys enjoy!!

#tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr chifuyu #toman chifuyu #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu x y/n #tokyorev chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x you #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu matsuno x reader #toyko revengers #tokyo revenger chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu x reader

[mrsnancywheeler]

OKAY SO-

You said onetime that Finnick and sweet girl have major hadestown vibes and that’s so real!!! (That literature paper I wrote that was around 4,000 was actually about hadestown! I was writing about the contemporary political themes and love)

The sudden way Finnick went to talk to her for the first time reminds me so much of “come home with me” and overall their love story reminds me of “all I’ve ever known” because of just how much they’re like “the world is shit but when I’m with you everything is okay” yk? And Finnick is so Orpheus, willing to risk everything for Eurydice.

ALSO!!! Sweet girl reminds me of “flowers” specifically after the capitol took her after the quarter quell. I mean the whole song takes place when Eurydice can’t remember Orpheus but all she can’t remember is the feeling of safety, the feeling of belonging,

I could talk about hadestown all day (my original draft was 5,000 words) , and I could talk about the lakes all day

-🌾anon

YES YES YES I've be wanting to fully explore this so buckle up guys this is a long ride, ily so much pookie bc I've missed your thoughts while I've been sick 😭

(also that as an essay topic is so real and I bet it was absolutely amazing)

starting off with all I've ever known because it is so absolutely them in every sense of the song

"this is how it's always been, all I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too." finnick only has people he perceives as fair weather friends or those who use him, but then there's her and suddenly he doesn't have to worry about that. and she's so used to masking, protecting herself but then there's him, all she longs for.

we know sweet girl is always cold and finnick is the warmth to contrast that, her sun to keep her from freezing "you take me in your arms, suddenly there's sunlight all around me, everything bright and warm and shining like it never did before and for a moment I forget just how dark and cold it gets."

"now I wanna hold you, hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. now I wanna hold you, hold you tight, I don't wanna go back to the lonely life." both of them longing for each other's touch, presence, the release found in being with one another

readers anxiety about not being worthy and deserving suffering is so, "I don't know how or why. who am I, that I should get to hold you?"

and finnick knowing she's the one before they've even really spoken, he just knows it's right is so, "it's like I'd known you all along, I knew you before we met and I don't even know you yet. all I know's you're someone I have always known."

and him and his sweet girl as the back in forth at the end, chef's kiss perfect

"say that you'll hold me forever. say that the wind won't change on us. say that we'll stay with each other and it will always be like this." with her never ending anxieties

"I'm gonna hold you forever, the wind will never change on us. long as we stay with each other, then it will always be like this." as finnick trying to reassure his sweet girl.

side bar to a line in hey, little songbird that always makes me think of her when she's trying to differentiate reality from lies in the Capitol

"suddenly nothing is as it was. where are you now, orpheus? wasn't it gonna be the two of us, weren't we birds of a feather?"

moving onto flowers which is so her

"dreams are sweet until they're not. men are kind, until they aren't. flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart." the dream of being with finnick getting her through the games versus the reality of winning and what that took. the trafficking faced in the capitol AND when conway turned on her, playing into the romantic facade in the end. her when she was young, become a husk of that.

and then the feeling when she's in the Capitol and can't verbalize how she's feeling, she just needs people to know because it's all too much. she doesn't want to be unreadable, she longs to be herself again but isn't quite there yet.

"is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out. nothing. nothing gonna wake me now."

then out of all the negative, twisted memories, the positive anecdotes she does have. and the way she's so scared but still longs for finnick regardless.

"flowers, I remember fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels. walking in the sun, I remember someone, someone by my side turned his face to mine."

"you, the one I left behind. if you ever walk this way, come and find me lying in the bed I made."

AND FINNICK IS JUST SO WAIT FOR ME CODED

"wait for me, I'm coming. wait, I'm coming with you. wait for me, I'm coming too." like he so desperately wanted to instantly go back to the capitol and save her or just be with her that he was stuck in a constant state of sedation when they refused to let him.

"that town'll try to suck you dry. they'll suck your brain, they'll suck your breath, they'll pluck your heart right out of your chest." the lengths he's willing to go, the trials he'll endure for her

a small time to flash back to wedding song because on a fluffier note it's so a back and forth between them

sweet girl is so "lover, tell me if you can, who's gonna buy the wedding bands? times being what they are, hard and getting harder all the time."

and the ever reassuring finnick "lover, when I sing my song, all the rivers will sing along. and they're gonna break their banks for us and with their gold be generous. all a-flashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand, the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands."

okay and the way reader views herself and what Snow manipulation to hijack her, and how they always mention fate is tearing them apart is very akin to when the chips are down.

"help yourself, to hell with the rest, even the one who loves you best."

"what you gonna do when the chips are down? now that the chips are down. " " oh, my aching heart."

"ain't nobody but yourself to trust"

"aim for the heart, shoot to kill. if you don't do it then the other one will."

"cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back. nobody's righteous, nobody's proud, nobody's innocent, now that the chips are down"

AND PROMISES like finnick trying to work them back though what the Capitol did to her and she's so desperate to be herself again even if she's struggling. and he's trying but he uncertain on how to do it especially since this isn't the future he necessarily envisioned for them.

(in a sweet girl then finnick line set up)

"let's go, let's go right now"

"okay, let's go. how?"

"we'll walk, you know the way. we'll just come back the way you came."

"it's a long road, it's a long walk. back into the cold and dark. are you sure you wanna go?"

"take me home."

"I have no ring for your finger, I have no banquet table to lay, I have no bed of feathers, whatever promises I made. I can't promise you fair sky above, I can't promise you kind road below, but I'll walk beside you love. anyway the wind blows."

"I don't need gold or silver. just bread when I'm hungry, fire when I'm cold. don't need a ring for my finger, just a steady hand to hold...just walk beside me love, anyway the wind blows"

and both of them "do you let me walk with you? I do. I do. and keep on walking come what will? I will. I will. we will."

this is all for now because it's so long but they're literally them and I'm convinced this is just one of the lessons they've learned in a past life when he turned around. so now he's learning to trust in this life.

and as evident so can I lmao 😭 I'm glad we're on the same page though. love you 💋

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #the lakes #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #🌾 anon

[theguyinthemathexamples]

An Unknown Visitor 𖤓

Pairing(s): None (If there was it's almost always gonna be one-sided smh)

Genre: Comedy (w/ Angst if u squint)

C/W: possible ooc characters, the occasional curse, they/them pronouns, it gets confusing in some parts lol

Summary: Their "world" is handed over to another Creator, the reason completely unknown to them. To solve this conundrum, will they let this unknown god take control of them or will they make their stay a living hell?

One of a kind fic that I actually proofread, beware.

Ft. My friend's world & my high AR ass ✨

It had been a while since their Creator had been back. Most things were suffering subtly without Their guidance, and it'll only get worse the longer They're away.

So, to feel the divine aura that their Creator bore on one afternoon brought quite an uproar in Teyvat.

...

But the land and its vegetation felt that something was wrong.

...

Terribly wrong.

The four rushed back to their previous positions, back at the entrance of the Golden House, making sure that their perspective and placement was perfect. That they were perfect.

Even the soldiers standing guard made sure their body was as straight as a board.

They weren't overreacting, they were just happy that You were back! Promise!

Though, You did seem like You were having trouble accessing Your creation - which was quite uncharacteristic of You, but they were willing to wait the while.

As long as You spent time with them, all of their worries and doubts will wash away no problem.

So that was why Your aura had been... particularly powerful.

They felt like You were already around them the moment you opened the medium to access their world.

Now, their original Creator felt comforting, a safe space, and a place to come to when they're stressed. But You...

You felt quite overwhelming to anyone that had been unfortunate enough to be on the active team.

It was like a big weighted blanket was draped over them, one that was so heavy it nearly prevented them from moving.

... Nearly.

It was comfortable, yes, but they felt like it was too much for them to handle.

Uncomfortable, even.

And the ones that first felt this were Ayato, Yanfei, Yaoyao, and Albedo. They all had an array of opinions, that's for sure.

Yaoyao felt like multiple Yueguis were on her, cuddling with her and not letting her escape. She tried moving the best she could, but she felt like her companions were being too clingy.

And while she wanted to stay and cuddle with the imaginary Yueguis more, there was a deity that was of higher rank that was watching her - and she needed to get her priorities straight, lest she'll get a scolding from her master.

Ayato felt like he was experiencing his childhood once more, wherein he and her sister were bundled up and tucked into their bed the previous night, only to get tangled up in each other's arms the next morning. Neither sibling wanted to let go of eachother, the both of them being too comfortable for their own good.

He knew he was still in the present now, where even seeing his sister for more than an hour was a rare occurrence - due to how busy he and Ayaka were.

And even if he wanted to stay like that for more than a while, something that was more powerful than Teyvat's Creator was observing him and the others. If he wanted his head to be connected to his neck by the end of the day, he needed to keep his professionalism and manners to it's fullest. But first, stress drinking... *insert loud sipping sounds here*

Albedo felt like he was back at his laboratory, the one that was situated at Dragonspine. Even though he was at the front of the Golden House at Liyue, he could unconsciously see and hear Sucrose hacking away into making a potion or a medicine of sorts from the looks of it.

He felt that a big blanket was on him, his back on his makeshift bed. While it was rare for the Chief Alchemist to get sick, it seemed like this was one of those occasions where he caught one. Outside of his laboratory, a snowstorm roared violently - an archon might even have difficulty traversing such an intense weather.

Though he knew none of his auditory nor visual hallucinations were real, it does make him think if Dragonspine is experiencing an extreme snowstorm right now, and if she was still in his lab, Sucrose would be stuck in there for quite a while.

For Yanfei, another blanket that was similar to that of Albedo's was on her. Along with the blanket, an ice pad is gently placed on her forehead. The sound of various pots and utensils could be heard clicking against eachother from another room, the smell of a piping hot soup freely traversing her childhood home.

It looked as if she was having quite an intense fever, likely due to staying and playing for an extended amount of time in the rain - as evidenced by the heavy shower of rain pouring outside.

Even though she could vividly see, hear and smell the scene in front of her, she knew that none of her visual, auditory, and other senses were cooperating with her.

She, Ayato and Albedo theorized that this... God may be trying to trick them into 'submitting' faster - but, the look of blinding excitement on Their face made them doubt their claims.

All of them wished to simply lie down and drown in Their presence, but it wouldn't end well - as was seen and reported by the daughter of Wanmin Restaurant's owner, their lives could also be at stake if they were to upset Them.

Though, they knew who this other Creator was, as They would often visit Their Grace's world, aka this Teyvat. A few ancient tablets, records and scrolls have also referenced that the Two have known eachother for a long while.

It has been subtly hinted that They're quite impatient, both in the eyes of other acolytes and as described in the scriptures about Them, it had all been proven as true.

This Creator was also very powerful, only taking them no less than 3 minutes to defeat the Primal Geovishap that had been causing some recent seismic activity near Tianqiu Valley.

This was... quite the sight...

Flurries of "What the fuck"'s "Ain't no way man"'s, along with others that were accompanied with curses that could only be from Their mother tongue and common language could be heard from their ears.

It was a worrying but a curious sight for anyone lucky enough to witness such a scene.

An entity that was stronger than their Creator was weeping from the artifacts that Their Grace had entrusted them.

"Why does Albedo have an HP% circlet?? HE DOESN'T EVEN SCALE OFF OF HP- OH MY FU-"

Albedo sat there in silence, a sweat dropping from his forehead. Even before looking through their held weapons and artifacts, They expressed high caution and extreme weariness - almost as if They were already expecting the oh-so rare antiques they've been given by Their Grace to be absolutely worthless from their own personal tast-

"WHY IS YAOYAO HOLDING A GEO DAMAGE BONUS GOBLET???? IS THIS- GIRLIE WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FU-"

Oh boy, this was going to be a wild ride indeed...

All of them felt concerned for you, really really concerned. Really, believe them! Though, maybe it was time to take a break, Your Eminence?

You've already helped them out enough, and they're truly truly grateful, but you've almost broken into tears for nearly the 4th time in the span of 1 hour - which was technically 2 ½ days for them, but still.

It would be best if Their Eminence gets Their proper rest, even if it might take Them a long time to come back.

...

The acolytes look at their new - but albeit unknown - Creator. They couldn't help but think to themselves...

Had this change... been consented to by Their Grace? Did Their Grace allow Them to just swoop them up under Their wing? Didn't Their Eminence already have another Teyvat to take care of? Wouldn't it be quite troublesome for them to balance the time they spent between both? What would that Teyvat think? Could it even think?

Cake's Notes: FINALLY. I'M FINALLY DONE. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A VALENTINE'S SPECIAL BUT I GOT STUCK ON BABYSITTING DUTY IYKWIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

this is cringe asf; might make a part 2 tho, who knows

#sparkling wheat ♪ #fool's flour ° #silver lined strawberries ♪ #sagau #genshin impact sagau #i cant it rn #ayato #genshin ayato #kamisato ayato #genshin impact kamisato ayato #kamisato ayaka #ayaka genshin impact #genshin ayaka #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin impact albedo #yaoyao #genshin yaoyao #genshin impact yaoyao #yanfei #genshin yanfei #genshin impact yanfei #sucrose #genshin sucrose #genshin impact sucrose #genshin impact #this took me an embarrassingly long time #im embarrassed it took so long to make #the amount of stuff i had to tag too </33 #late valentine's special

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Heyyy Had a smol request to make! I really loved the headpat hcs you wrote <33 if possible, could you please write some for Chuuya and Akutagawa too? Take your time! Stay hydrated, and take care of yourself <333

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Chuuya, Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.9K

A/n: When you said that you wanted to send a request I didn't think you meant this lmao. I suffered till I got some ideas XD

I got a bit carried away with Chuu btw🤧

Part 1 with Dazai, Fyodor and Ranpo

↬Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

◆I honestly think that having a platonic relationship with this guy is really fun! And maybe even better than romantic.(Don't ask me why cuz that's just another story)

◆He isn't used to have someone as a friend, so this is all new to him and hes still, you know, testing the water.

◆It will take him a lot of time to get used to, well, You; but he will eventually if youre trustworthy and capable enough.

◆He cares for you in his own particular way, and by that I mean that no one is capable to notice it. Not even you yourself; but he does care, and that's what that matters.

"Oh my god I'm Exhausted!" is what you say when you inter the room and throw yourself on the couch, taking a deep breath while relaxing your body. "Mori is planning on killing me by sending me to these death missions! I can feel it! " Turning your head to the silent man who was slowly taking a sip from his tea, you sulked and got upset because he was totally ignoring you. "As I was saying… the damn snipers were shooting at me from everywhere! I nearly got shot in the head if my men hadn't blocked them!" Even a tiny glance was enough for you, but Akutagawa was still silent, pretending you didn't exist at all, and this made you angry. "Oi! Goth boy!" "…" "Fig wasting machine!" "…" "Twenty year old man who doesn't know how to smile!" "…" Knowing him for quite a long time, you knew how to catch his attention, but it was a risk you were willing to take, which you weren't before because you weren't that close in the beginning. "Oi! Coward!" The second those words came out of your mouth, the man looked at you sending daggers through his eyes, while forming a blade out of his coat, ready to attack you. What he was not expecting was for you to smile and move closer to him. "What? Are you a coward?" "Do you have a death wish?" "Then why did you look at me when I called you that?" His blade slowly came down as he stared at you a bit more, then went back on drinking his tea. You rolled your eyes and then turned your head to the opposite direction, and started whining to yourself in a low voice. "Well what am I even expecting from you. You don't care if I even die or anything. I come to your office everyday trying to make conversation but all you do is just ignoring me. You don't even look at me! Like, do you hate me that much? But why? what did I d-" your words were immediately cut off by the sensation of his hand on your head, slowly patting you; And when you looked at him, he was looking back, and not in a threatening way. "Good job" Now it was your turn to be silent. Not because you wanted to get back at him; but because you were caught off guard and didn't know how to react. "Happy? Now shut up and let me have my tea in peaceful silence"

↬Chuuya Nakahara

◆Being in a platonic relationship with this guy is just so entertaining! Hes fun, interesting, brave, cool, etc.

◆But the thing is, hes been betrayed so many times that he just cant fully trust you. He wont show it at all though. He will chat with you, drink with you and stuff, but hes still afraid if youre gonna be like his old "friends" .He will eventually trust you if you two spend time together.

◆But it will take a lot of time, cause he did considered Dazai as his friend for 4 whole years; but then…

◆Anyway, hes literally the best if youre willing to put up with his short temper :)

"I hate everything in this shitty world!" "What now?" you grab the bottle of wine from his hand and drinking it till theres not even a drop left, then throw the bottle out of the window. Chuuya would have been be mad if you weren't this angry and tired, but luckily, you had enough that day. "I say hello and they give me work. I run into them in the hallway and they give me work. work, work, work. What am I? A stupid robot or something?" Chuuya looked at you carefully while opening the next bottle, trying to hide it so you wont snatch this one from him too. "Well, you get paid a lot in exchange, so its kind of fair" "Fair? Fair?" Dramatic as always, you sat next to him while covering your face with your hands, trying to fight the anger that was taking over you. "Making you work like a damn machine isn't fair! And were risking our lives by working in the mafia! I nearly died a while ago on the mission! And do you know what they did? Nothing! Nobody even bothered to sat "Thanks for working this hard" or "are you ok?" or "Well done" or- " "Well done. I'm proud of you" Frozen in the spot, you look at him with surprise and shock, while he gives you a small smile that melts your heart. "Awwwwwwwww Chuuuuuu! Waaaaaaaa!" Throwing yourself in his arms, you begin to cry as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much! what am I supposed to do without you! Waaaaa(crying*)!" Chuuya slowly patted your back as he tried to act smooth and not to blush furiously. "Its ok y/n… its ok"

Reblogs are apprecaited!

#Chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #Akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader #ryuunosuke akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #Akutagawa imagines #Akutagawa fluff #Akutagawa headcanons #Akutagawa hcs #Chuuya imagines #chuuya headcanons #chuuya hcs #AshTheMadWriter

[alastrrz]

sorry. gonna be self indulgent.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 even when you hurt ; blake

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genre; hurt/comfort

type; imagine

a/n; please don't worry about me, i'm not doing too well, so i'm writing something to get my feelings out. i hope this can comfort some of you as well. tws, mentions of self harming (nothing happens), implied suicidal thoughts, bad mental state, crying, anxiety

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You'd been suffering in silence for too long. Way too long. Sure, you throw on a smile for everyone; act all happy go lucky for your friends, and even your boyfriend. Even Blake didn't know how bad you were feeling. How close you were to relapse. How close you were to never getting better.

Yes, you slept in the same bed with Blake. Yes, you cried in that same bed. No, he never noticed. Yes, you cry only when you know he's asleep. You'd never want to worry him or cause him any distress, he doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve a partner who's miserable all the time, who never wants to get out of bed or do anything fun.

It was four am. Blake was asleep. You headed for the bathroom, you knew he kept razors in here somewhere. We both know where this is going. You reached for the cabinet where he kept them, tearing the packaging and breaking the razor until you could get the blade.

Blake heard all the commotion. He stirred awake, quickly noticing the bathroom light was on. He shrugged it off as you just having woken up and needing the bathroom.

You stared at the razor in your shaky palm. Why were you doing this? Did you need to do this? You weren't thirteen anymore. You aren't in middle school. There have to be better outlets. You grabbed the razor, and softly pressed it against your skin. You didn't dare move it. You took a breath.

...

You started crying. Loudly, at that. Blake poked his head up, now alert from your sobbing. "Y/n? Baby?" He threw the blanket off of himself, sitting up off the bed and speed walking toward the bathroom. The sight he saw was something he didn't really want to see.

"Y/n?..." You jumped, nearly letting the blade cut into your skin, but luckily, Blake pulled your arm away in time. "What are you doing?!" He knew better than to yell at you, but at the moment, he didn't know what else to do. "I'm sorry," You spoke. Your voice was soft. You were defeated. Defeated, broken, shattered. You didn't know what else to do. This was your last choice.

"I'm so sorry," You continued, not knowing what else to say. "I don't.." Blake sat down next to you, the blade now long discarded of. "You don't need to talk." He spoke softer, but his voice was still a bit stern. He waited a minute or two, "Did you do anything?"

You shook your head in denial, because you didn't. You were too much of a scaredy cat to even commit to that. "No." He nodded. "Okay. I'm trusting you," He paused, wrapping his arm around your waist. "You know I love you, regardless of what you're going through." You shivered at his words.

"I'm so anxious.. All the time." You spoke, trying to get your words out past the frog in your throat. "I feel like giving up on life every day. It doesn't feel worth it." You stopped yourself there before you started crying again.

He pulled you tighter to his side, "You're so worth it. You're worth every minute; every single second you're breathing. If you stop breathing, then I'm not worth it." You shuttered, starting to cry again. "You're so worth it, Blake," He stopped you there. "Exactly, that's how I feel about you. You're so worth it, baby. Please don't think you're some piece of trash to just throw away."

#alex's writing #the group chat x reader #tgc x reader #yumi x reader #yumimain x reader #lots of tws #please be careful i mean it #be careful

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 47 - The Bridge

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

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Chapter 47 - The Bridge

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Din stood on the bridge, fingers tensed around his blaster, and his other hand clenched into a tight fist, still holding onto the torn piece of Lysa’s bloody dress.

He watched now as Ran glanced at the doorway behind him for a brief moment, before letting out a long sigh.

“You know, it was actually because of you leavin’ that we even met Crix,” said Ran conversationally, turning back to face Din now. “That day you decided to leave…go your own way…we all decided to drown our sorrows in some force-forsaken cantina and got talkin’ to this guy. Turned out to be one hell of a rallier and we ended up invitin’ him along with us for a while.”

Ran gave a chuckle now, as Din growled under his breath.

He didn't have time to hear these pointless stories. 

He was here for one thing and one thing only.

“I’m not here to listen to you reminisce…” said Din in a low, deadly voice.

“Cool your jets, Mando,” snapped Ran, gesturing with the cannon he held between both hands viciously. “I was tellin’ a story.”

He cleared his throat, and continued.

“Crix travelled with us for a while. Course’ he was no replacement for you, but he could talk the talk when he wanted to. Then after a couple of years or so, we fell into a little trouble with the New Republic. Had to lay low for a while. Disband the group. And, well, we all ended up here. In Nar Shaddaa. Ready to go our separate ways…” Ran said with a knowing grin.

“...An’ the last we saw of ol’ Crix, was him at a bar here, talkin’ to some blonde gal. The same gal we’ve got locked up inside,” said Ran gesturing back towards the hanger with a nod of his head. “Kinda poetic really. ‘Cause when you think about it, in a way, if it weren't for you leavin’, we’d have never met Crix. An’ in turn, Crix would never have met her.”

Beneath his beskar, Din gave a sudden hard swallow.

All those years that Lysa had suffered at Crix’s hand….was all because of Din?

He thought of the bruises now, the broken ribs and the dislocated jaw she had spoken of casually, as though they were a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of the horrors Crix had put her through, time and time again.

Was all of that, in a way, all down to Din himself?

If he had just stayed with the gang of mercenaries, Lysa could have lived a happy life, out there, free. Not under the rule of Crix Val’shif and his cruel words and his violent fists for years on end.

But Ran merely let out a hollow laugh now, taking Din’s silence for realisation.

“Listen…brother,” said Ran. “In all seriousness, whatever issue Val’shif has with you….that’s his business. But I don't want any of this to get messy. Your gal doesn’t need to get hurt in all this-”

“Then let her go,” uttered Din darkly.

“I will,” Ran nodded firmly. “...I will. But first….you’ve got to do something for me.”

Din lifted his chin, eyeing Ran. Whatever the bearded man was trying to bargain for, Din knew that it couldn't be good.

“There’s a ship I want. I’m hoping its gonna be my next base after you got my last one destroyed,” said Ran, in a voice tinged with bitterness. “You’re the best I know, Mando. So I want you to get onto that base an’ help me take it over. In exchange, you get your girl back safe and sound…then we’re even.”

Din clenched his jaw hard.

“And what about Crix?” Din asked in a low voice through his modulator. “He agree to those terms too?”

Din wasn't stupid. There was no way Crix and Ran wanted the same thing.

Crix was here for one thing and one thing only… 

Revenge.

“Screw Crix,” said Ran quickly, his face twisted up into a grimace, as he opened his mouth, likely to curse some more.

But Din’s attention was suddenly drawn by the door behind Ran opening again.

But to Din’s dismay, neither Lysa nor Crix appeared through the doorway. 

Instead it was another figure Din had hoped to never see again as long as he lived.

“Well, well, well…” came the high-pitched voice of Xi’an, the purple skinned Twi’lek and Din’s old comrade. As she stepped out onto the bridge beside Ran, her eyes fixed to Din. “...if it isn't Mando.”

“I sprung Xi’an from a prison transport ship,” explained Ran with a grin. “Good to have the old team back together, aint it?”

Din very much doubted that was true. Knowing that the last time they had all been together Din had gotten Xi’an’s brother killed.

“I’ve been spending some time with your girl, Mando,” taunted Xi’an, taking a couple of steps forwards. Her words ruffling Din slightly. His new life with Lysa colliding with his old sorry existence. Two worlds he never wanted to see meet. “And I can understand what you see in her. She’s veeeery pretty-”

“If you’ve laid one finger on her, Xi’an-” uttered Din in a dangerous tone.

But Xi’an let out a cackle, obviously enjoying herself.

“Oh I’ve done more than that,” uttered the Twi’lek in a sickly tone, flexing her long fingers. “I’ve had a taste…”

Din’s grip on the blaster in his hand tightened as he gave an angry growl beneath his breath.

“I have no problem killing you, Xi’an-” said Din in a deadly voice, staring at the woman he had once had more than just a complicated relationship with, with dark furious eyes.

During his younger years, with less to lose. Din had been far less picky about the types of women he enjoyed. And after a job well done on a couple of occasions, Din and Xi’an had gotten more than a little hot and heavy with one another after a late night session in the cantina.

But there had been no feelings there, not on Din’s part at least. And not once had he chosen to remove his helmet, having reserved that in his lifetime for Lysa and Lysa alone. His feelings for her, far stronger than anything else he had felt for another he had been intimate with, as long as he lived.

The Twi’lek stepped forward a few paces, crossing the bridge towards Din.

“Aw it’s just like old times isnt it?” she cackled suddenly, pulling a two knives from either side of her belt with a flourish, her sharp teeth bared like an animal. “But no more flirting. I’m here to kill you, Mando…”

Din readied himself for a fight, readjusting his grip on his blaster and calmly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“...for what you did to my brother!”

“Hold your equinoid there, Xi’an,” said Ran suddenly in a loud commanding tone, as Xi’an suddenly stopped in her tracks, giving a hiss of anger in Ran’s direction, looking utterly frustrated and angry at her reigns being pulled.

She made to open her mouth to protest, when from behind the pair of them, the door opened and out stepped two figures.

Though it was the first figure, and the first figure alone, that was all that Din cared about.

Lysa.

She walked out of the rusty metal door with hands bound and mouth gagged, looking mightily unsteady on her feet, being led from behind by Crix Val’shif who looked as vicious as ever, one hand on Lysa, and a blaster in the other.

Din’s eyes widened in horror behind his beskar helmet now, as he took in every single imperfection that littered her form.

The long blue tunic he had seen her dress herself in when she had risen for work the previous day was now dirty and tattered and ripped at the shoulder. Which revealed a nasty-looking blaster wound covered in blood, that looked like it had been hastily sealed over with a bacta spray.

But it was obvious now that all was not well, with both the wound and with Lysa. The blonde woman looking like she had suffered a large amount of blood loss, perspiration beading on almost every inch of skin that Din could see.

Lysa’s face was deathly pale and bore the marks of a purple bruise blossoming over her cheekbone and three red scratches down the side of her face, with Din knowing these were likely the marks of Xi’an’s fingernails which she had so boastfully presented to him not even a minute ago.

Lysa seemed to wobble slightly on her feet as she was shoved forwards, towards the far right side of the bridge, her green, tearful eyes meeting with Din’s.

And despite Lysa not being able to utter a word to him, with the dirty rag tied around her mouth. Din could see in her gaze the utter hopelessness that poured from her.

As though already having resigned herself to death ten times over. 

There was no relief in seeing him at all. Only tears and fear in her eyes now.

Din’s heart ached, just wanting to hold her close. To tell her that everything would be ok. To never have her leave his side again.

But Din knew how volatile this group were. And despite how confident Din was in his ability to win almost any fight. It was now not just him in jeopardy. But Lysa as well.

And he wasn't going to lose her now, a fury building inside him.

“Can we kill her now?” said Xi’an suddenly, tilting her head and pouting over at Lysa before turning back Din and offering him a sickening grin.

Din noted that Crix, at Lysa’s side, holding onto Lysa’s upper arm firmly, didn't say a word. But the look on his face really did say it all. Looking back at Xi’an with a smug, gleeful smirk plastered over his features.

After how loyal Lysa had been to him for so many years, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that this was really the fate he wanted for the woman that had loved him. Torture and death. 

All to get one over on Din. On a Mandlaorian who he felt had taken something that belonged to him. With Crix considering Lysa as no more than a mere possession now, no more important to him than a speeder bike or a set of sabaac cards perhaps.

It broke Din’s heart to think on how Lysa must be feeling now, his eyes not able to catch hers, seeing that her gaze was now on the floor, visibly trembling now as she stood there…waiting…

“Not so fast, Xi’an,” came Ran’s sudden voice, smoothly. “There’s been a change of plan.”

The Twi’lek and Crix turned their heads suddenly to look at the bearded man. Their expressions turned to sudden confusion.

“Mando is going to help me out on a mission,” he said, glancing first at Din, before looking back towards his two comrades. “The gang back together for one last job. An’ prividin’ all goes well we can see about him gettin’ his girl back…safe and sound.”

Ran looked back to Din once more as he uttered the final three words directly to him.

“So what do you think, brother?” Ran said with a serious nod. “Do we have a deal?”

But before Din could say a word in response, Crix had cut over him, his face suddenly a picture of anger.

“This wasn't the plan!�� said Crix suddenly, his face now red and his eyes wide and furious as he glared at the bearded leader of the mercenaries. “I dont give a kriff about your base! I want him and her to pay for what they did to me!”

Xi’an gave another hiss.

“And my brother!” she snarled, flashing her sharp teeth his way, as she raised the knives in her hands threateningly. “Ughhh…he always was your favourite, wasn't he?”

And with that she gave a feline roar and launched herself towards Ran, brandishing her blades in both hands.

But as she leapt towards the bearded Ran, as quick as a flash he let go of the cannon with one hand, as pulled a blaster from his belt…

…firing it directly at Twi-lek who immediately hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Din raised the blaster in his own hand.

But Crix somehow got there first. And, in seeing Xi’an hit the ground, he let go of Lysa and  fired his own gun in angry retaliation at Ran. Who dropped instantly like a stone near to the base of the hanger. The cannon rolling from his hand.

In that moment Din saw his chance, running suddenly forwards, towards Crix and within a second, Din had knocked him off balance…knocking Crix’s blaster from his hand as he did so.

Din was furious.

Now this close to Crix Val’shif there was no way he was going to let him go unpunished for what he had done to Lysa…what he was still doing to her.

Pinning Crix down, Din quickly landed a hard punch across the thug’s cheekbone.

But before Din could hit him again, he heard Lysa give a loud cry from behind her gag…drawing his head around, only to see that her eyes were no longer on him, but instead on another figure behind him, who had gotten to her feet.

Din gave an instantly loud grunt of pain as he felt the impact of a sharp knife colliding with an exposed portion of his ribs, just above his kidneys.

He arched his back in pain, as Crix took that as his opportunity to lift his leg and kick Din directly in the stomach.

His thick leather vest took most of the impact, but even so Din couldn't help but stagger backwards a little, crouching down on one knee, clutching at his side and removing Xi’an’s knife from his ribs with a groan.

“You're getting slow in your old age, Mando,” came the voice of the purple Twi-lek as Din looked up to see her advancing on him once more, the bleeding blaster wound at her side, seemingly slowing her down a little as she lopped towards him determinedly.

In amongst all the chaos, none of them, bar Lysa, seemed to notice a ship flying overhead, looking to land on the far end of the bridge behind them all.

Din staggered to his feet, managing to get upright as Xi’an reached him, jabbing at him with her other knife.

She was fast. And even despite her injury, her blade scraped across his beskar armour twice, before he was able to shoot at her with his blaster.

The shot missed, just as Xi’an kicked her leg up, knocking the gun from Din’s hand.

Din grunted out again, feeling the blood at his ribs begin to ooze out at quite a rate, as he ducked and dodged Xi’an’s blows.

A moment later, Crix was there two, his fist landing a punch in the space between Din’s shoulder and head where there was no beskar to cover it.

Din threw a punch of his own in return. It landing squarely with Crix’s jaw, knocking him off balance.

Now Din could turn his attention back to Xi’an, who had launched herself towards him.

But using his flamethrower, he managed to create enough space between him and the Twi’lek for him to compose himself once more.

Din chanced a glance over at Lysa who was stood at the edge of the bridge, staring wide-eyed as the three of them fought, her long blood stained hair tangling around her with the wind at this height.

But the Mandalorian’s attention was soon drawn back by Xi’an. As Din advanced on her now, crossing the metal bridge to where she stood, knife brandished, looking like she wanted nothing more than to end Din’s life here and now.

“Come on, Mando, what are you waiting for?” she cackled, blood from her abdomen dripping to the ground beside her. She ran her long tongue over her pointed teeth. “I know you want me…”

He could tell she was trying hard to goad him into a reaction, but Din wasn't prepared to risk everything now, trying to remain as cool as he could. Waiting for his moment.

Despite having dropped his blaster, Din still had his own knife and a dagger at his belt. His whistling birds, fibercord whip and flamethrower at his wrists.

But he wanted this done.

And so pacing over towards Xi’an, Din saw her give a sudden hiss before she lunged his way, jabbing at him violently.

She was quick…

…but on this occasion, Din was quicker. Suddenly igniting his Z-6 jetpack and putting on a spurt of flight, which launched Din around eight feet off the ground.

He kicked out with both of his legs quickly, his feet making contact with Xi’an’s shoulders…

…sending her toppling suddenly backwards and over the edge of the bridge.

He heard her give a shriek as she disappeared from sight.

Hurriedly, Din landed on the edge of the bridge and peered over, only to see Xi’an’s body lying on a second bridge, horizontal to the one he was on, about fifty feet down.

He watched for a moment and was almost certain he saw her stir slightly….

But his attention was drawn suddenly by a whistle behind him.

Din turned instantly,  his cloak whipping around his as went,....

….to see Crix stood around fifteen or so feet away, pointing a blaster directly at Din. Din’s own blaster to be precise.

“Don’t kriffing move,” spat Crix, his lip curling as he spoke.

From here, all Din could see was Crix. With his long, tanned features, and, normally-slicked back greasy hair, now hanging around his face untidily.

He looked ruffled but relatively unscathed as he stood there, squat legs wide apart and leather vest now torn at the sleeve.

Din knew that the chances of a blaster shot getting past his beskar were slim , but Din would bide his time until he found an opportune moment to strike. The vibro-knife at his belt would do the job of cutting Crix’s throat easily enough.

He could see Lysa behind Crix now, trembling hard as she gazed at the two men, as pale as anything, almost swaying on the spot as she stood there.

And it was in that moment that Din could truly see all the pain and suffering that Crix had put Lysa through.

The woman who had lit up Din’s world from the moment she had arrived in it. Like a perfect ray of sunlight, warming him for what felt like the first time in years.

And to know she had gone home each night and suffered through endless beatings, verbal abuse and control….that ignited something in Din now.

A pure fury building inside him as he stared at Crix Val’shif.

“Don't worry,” said Crix with a sneer, almost reading Din’s previous thoughts and taking a step to the right so that he was stood directly between Din and Lysa. Blocking her from the Mandalorian’s view. “If I don't get through that armour of yours, I’ll just put another blaster hole in her instead.”

And with that, he gestured backwards with his head, giving a sneer.

Din clenched down on his teeth so hard, he was sure they would break under the strain, his brown eyes boring angrily into Crix’s.

“I know what she probably told you about me,” said Crix giving a hard uncaring sniff. “But just so you know, she likes it rough. Down on her knees, mouth open…crying…”

“One more word and I’ll gut you like a burra fish-” muttered Din, in a low and dangerous voice.

Din gave a growl, his gloved hand extracting his dagger from his belt.

“What?!” continued Crix gleefully. “You think you know her or something? After what? A couple of weeks? You really have no idea what she’s like to live with. How much whining I put up with over the years. The days I had to sit there and watch her come home in those dowdy clothes of hers, and what? Pretend I was attracted to that shit? Y’know, anything I did- she drove me to.”

By now Din could feel himself almost trembling with a burning fury.

Free hand clenched so tight, he could hear the creak of his leather gloves as he did so.

“So you really think I was just gonna let her go…an’ what? Live a happy little life with you?” said Crix, giving a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

And with that he clicked off the safety on Din’s blaster, taking aim.

 ‘Cause she’s mine. And she’s gonne die being mine. Because at the end of the day… I’d rather her dead, than let anyone else have her…”

Suddenly, and before Din could do anything, a blaster shot cut through the air loudly.

Din sucked in a breath, blinking once and glancing down quickly…

…only to find himself unscathed.

He lifted his eyes once more…

 to be met with the frowning face of Crix Val’shif…

…and the smoking blaster hole that had appeared through his chest.

Din parted his lips, his eyes becoming wide, watching as Crix staggered around on the spot, dropping the blaster from his grasp, and turning to face Lysa, who was standing directly behind him. Crix’s own blaster clutched between her bound and trembling hands.

Her gag was now off and her face awash with angry tears. That frown line of hers now deep between her eyebrows.

“I’m not yours,” said Lysa in a shaky voice, staring at him with a pure loathing etched upon her perfect features. “Not anymore.”

So many years of torture and worry and pain just suddenly washed away by those words. The pure strength of her pouring out of her right at this very second- astounding.

Crix stumbled towards her, sucking in an audibly ragged breath, as he clutched at his gaping middle.

He was done for. There was no going back now.

His death coming from Lysa’s own hand. Poetic in its origin. A catharsis of sorts.

Crix staggered forwards again, suddenly making it to Lysa’s side before Din could even realise what was happening….

…and before anyone could do a thing to stop him, Din watched as he muttered something into Lysa’s ear and clutched her arm suddenly…before hurling himself from the small bridge…

…dragging Lysa over the edge with him.

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[pureblisswrites]

CHILL

Pairing: Reader x Han Jisung

Word Count: 0.7k

Genre: Angst, song-inspired fic

Warnings: None

Summary: Ib: Chill by Stray Kids. (need I say more?)

You both knew it. It just wasn't the same anymore. No funny jokes from him to make you laugh. No reading your favourite books anymore to impress you. Hell, not even watching the animes you both enjoyed together.

None of you knew why he was watching the same exact anime as you at night on his laptop while you watched separately on your own phone, yet you both knew. It just wasn't sufferable to be around each other.

You had never thought a relationship as loving and healthy as yours could turn into... whatever this was. You didn't care as much now. You cared for him, of course you did and a part of you will always care for him till you're no more. But not as much as you would almost have a panic attack over him twisting his ankle in dance practice or falling down three stairs because he was clumsy like that. Or that you would cancel your plans with friends if he got a surprise off day from work. Or that you would cook dishes for him that you had never even heard of before he told you how much he loved them. So was it even love anymore?

He wasn't any different. He didn't come here often. He didn't bring you your favourite baked goods from that nearby bakery in case he got let off early from promotions. Most of the time he stayed at the dorms just leaving a text saying he was too exhausted to come over, sometimes not even leaving a text. You had learned to not worry about it now.

So you finally say the words which are longing to be said inside these four walls.

"We should break up." You say and he looks up from his laptop while removing the headphones, surprised that you had said something to him the first time tonight.

"Huh?" He hadn't heard. Of course he hadn't.

"I said" you pause for a bit, so this is it? Is this how this is gonna end? "We should break up." You finally say while holding eye contact for the longest time you had in quite a while. You should feel sad now right? But you can't help but feel relieved now.

"Yeah." He agrees. Not even surprised, not even a flicker of sadness on his face. You were the same though. He started wearing his headphones again. Not even bothering to say anything else. You weren't gonna just let this go like this. You wanted closure but how could you even get that? It felt like you had already broken up and moved on all while still being in a relationship.

"So?" You question. Prompting him to say something more, anything. The clock is ticking and there's awkwardness in the atmosphere now.

"Do you wanna do it right now?" He questions back with an unbothered expression on his face.

"I... don't know." He just gave you a look saying "exactly" before going to watching the anime. And you seriously didn't know, the same as him of course. Sure you were essentially in a loveless relationship now but how could you just let all of this go? You wished you could erase all the memories you had with him. You both know you're just wasting each other's time. You doubt you would've regretted it even if you said yes.

It's not like it was like this from the start of course. You both had really thought you were "the one" for each other. Were you wrong? You can't even remember the last time any of you had said I love you or had a nice conversation. Everything was just...loveless.

So there you both were, just sitting and thinking over, putting off the decision. Even though, the chance of this relationship continuing was zero anyway. You see him suddenly closing the anime and getting up to get his writing notebook and pen. Of course he'll write now. You aren't surprised that this kind of thing would give him motivation to write. How could he be so chill about all this? But then again, so were you.

A/N: Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[1jemmagirl22]

Okay so I've been really busy for months and I'm finally gonna like post the two dozen tumblr posts about the obsessions I've been in since fucking May, seriously they are all saved in my drafts and in need of editing, but damn it if I'm not gonna comment on the Gilded Age first. Should I be back logging from SAB to Percabeth to Game of Thrones to Nancy Drew to ER before I do this? Most definitely? Will I be doing that? Of fucking course not so sit the fuck down mutuals I'm about to unload about the bloody fucking Gilded Age.

So I adore The Gilded Age in like this really twisted way, but damn is it good. So when I started season 2 and found myself, dare I say board, I was a bit scared what one of my friends said about the premiere would be accurate, bot was I wrong, no no, it was boardroom, it was annoyance so let's discuss the pros and cons of the Gilded Age season 2 episode 1 as well as what I hope to see in the coming episodes and what I absolutely love and want most about this show.

Okay cons first cause those are easier. The opening is boring. There is a substantive lack of Larry Russel in the episode. And worst of all, it's not, what's the word, a good opener. Ya that's the word. the first half hour is boring and the second half brilliant. It's suffering a bit from what I'd like to call second season syndrome, some shows produce a season 2 opener even better than it's premiere episode (The West Wing, Agents of Shield, Game of Thrones, Grey's Anatomy, and many more), others, however, don't, and Gilded Age did not, at least at first. The slow opening, mainly the whole undetermined time jump thing, really doesn't help with that either.

Now with that out of the way, the pros! Okay so, let's see Marian, Oscar, Larry, Gladys, and Mrs. Russel were all in top form. The acting as always was impeccable! The ending was *chefs kiss* dramatic perfection. And of course the costumes and the sets, oh perfection. But most of all, my favorite pro from season 2 episode 1 was the characters and the ships!

Okay so let's list shall we.

I'm gonna start with Oscar. Love how he's got like an actually arc this season, we given him some development, we're given him some social shift, oh it's gonna be brilliant! I love him and Gladys, I love him and his romantic friend who I';m sure was named at some point but I've forgotten cause it's been a while since I watched season 1. I love all of it! I'm so excited to see the chaos develop as the season progresses.

Next up, the Irish maid the the American footmen (I know they have names but It's too late to dig out the imdb and I don't remember their names) They were adorably angsty in season 1 and now they keep being adorable and angsty. All I have to say is please of fucking please Julian Fellows don't you Fucking dare pull a Daisy and William on them. Okay? Okay?

It would be a crime to not also mention Mr. and Mrs. Russel, the power couple goals those two give off are so amazing! Honestly worshipable.

And last but not least the only ship not present in this first episode, and annoyingly the ship I adore most, Larry and Marian! Gods I adored the so obvious chemistry friends to lovers vibes they had going for them in season 1, and Fitzsimmons I feel I'm gonna be neglected some of those vibes this season. I desperately hope Larry returns from Rhode Island soon, and even more so interact with Miriam, look I know the trailers say he's gonna have an affair but I'll be dammed if that stops me shipping their chemistry (Should I list the ships I've shopped who weren't together and actually with other people for long stretches of time in the last month alone? I'll do it anyway. Nancy and Ace, Carol and Doug, Magnum and Higgens like three separate Grey's Anatomy ships, Beth and Benny, like probably something else too it's been a busy month). Anyways I'm so excited to see more of them, fingers crossed for episode 2. Anywho hope everyone has a lovely day while I sink into another ship relapse *looks at Paramount+* ooo, I should relapse in 5-0!

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[dragons-and-misc]

a lot has happened over the past few months.

tw: animal death, depression

TL;DR:

Was real depressed, failed a course

Got a chance to make up for failed course, passed

Got real depressed again, failed another course

Fought it, passed the course

My cat died

Started a co-op placement

Feelin' weird today

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I failed a course in my bachelor's program because I was going through a depressive episode. It was right around the time I started most of my blogs on here. I just... couldn't keep up with anything. I was gone to the world, and being here was a beautiful respite. My spouse was (and still is) beautifully supportive, and I'm so thankful I have them.

But I got the chance to make up for it. I got an extra assignment (on top of the course load for the next semester), and I managed to pass. The extreme high of passing and knowing I was still in my program was met with another crash. Another episode. I was gone to the world again, but I was too embarrassed and sad to post anywhere. I don't remember much from my winter 2023 semester, just that I wasn't... here, you know? I wasn't in my body. I was somewhere else.

I failed another course, but this time, I fought it. It was law (why they made us take a law course in a design program, I'll never know), and I failed by 2%. I fought. I was so fucking angry and distressed, but the prof relented. I can't go into the details of it. I'll just get mad. Suffice to say, I'm glad I passed.

I got a co-op placement. I was overjoyed. Things were looking up. I had a week between the end of my winter semester and my 8-month placement starting.

My semester ended on April 21st. I saw a friend on the 22nd. On the 23rd, my cat didn't get up for breakfast. He just laid on the couch, raised his head, and set it back down. I should've taken that as a sign something was very wrong, but I brushed it off. My spouse fretted over him (an understatement, I assure you).

He hadn't really eaten anything by the 24th. We took him to the emergency vet.

The 24th, 25th, and 26th were a mess. The poor thing was in and out of three clinics - two emergency and our regular vet's office. I slept on the floor with my kitten. I barely ate. I tried to be nonchalant. Of course my baby was fine - he just wanted to freak us out. He'd done it before, and we'd all come out of it alright. My spouse was anxious, and I couldn't blame them.

On the night of the 26th, I finally let myself descend into worry. I asked my spouse, "You think he's gonna be okay... right?" 

They reassured me. He was going to be okay. He was being monitored, and his condition was taking a turn for the better. He was going to come home tomorrow. I was so confident that everything would be okay that I saw a friend on the 27th.

It was mid-to-late afternoon when my spouse called me. I thought maybe it was time to pick up my cat.

I remember saying, "Hey honey, what's up?" They were quiet for just a second, and then I heard a choking sob. I knew. I knew. I knew. They didn't have to say it. I knew. I couldn't move. The friend I was with called my name once. Twice. I was frozen. I knew. I knew. I knew.

Kidney failure. He wasn't going to make it, and we weren't going to let him suffer. We rushed to the vet's office. Our friend stayed with us the whole time. When he was brought into the room, we all knew it was time.

I'm grateful that I got to hold him as he passed. I held him in my arms, repeating, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

It's been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days since my kitten died. A family member warned me not to ritualize his death - that it would only make it harder to find peace. They're right. I don't care. I want to know how long I've been without him. One day, I won't need to know. But right now, I do.

I started my co-op placement on Monday, May 1st. I spent 4 hours commuting (2 hours to work and 2 hours to home) for the first 3ish months. I was exhausted all the time. I would get up at 5:30 am, leave the house at 6:00 am, come home at 6:00 pm - 6:30 pm, and be asleep by 7:30 pm - 8:00 pm.

I started to work from home in late July (thank fucking gods). I get up a half hour before I'm supposed to start most days. I'm still tired, but not as much.

I like my placement. I like the work, I like my coworkers. I like what I do. If I hadn't had this structure, I would have toppled harder into the abyss. I only cried at my desk a few times, and I think only one person picked up on it (and only once). I don't think I would have done anything rash, but the summer months would have been lost.

I miss my kitten. I dream about him from time to time. I won't dig deep into my spiritual beliefs in this post, but I know he's visited. I know it's him in the dreams where he presses his forehead to mine. I know that when I tell him, "I know, buddy, I missed you too," it's not just a subconscious form of coping.

I can't remember him very well when I'm awake. Sometimes, it feels like we never had two cats, just one. I have difficulty remembering where he would curl up or the sound of his meow. When he first passed, I thought I saw him everywhere. Now, it's all fuzzy around the edges.

But when I dream, I see him healthy and happy. He's firm. He's here.

Sorry. This is the part that's been sticking with me the most. Maybe it's because losing him was so recent. Maybe because I just... can't remember much between October 2022 and April 2023.

Good things have been happening, too.

I've been learning Blender (though I don't think I've drawn anything for the past month and a half). My spouse and I have had beautiful days together. I've seen friends. Thanks to my co-op being paid, we've gotten some things we've needed for a long time.

I read a lot of r/NoSleep on Reddit. It makes me want to write again. I got Tears of the Kingdom and decided to go for 100% on this run. I got Portal 1 and 2 on my switch - I beat Portal 2 for the first time a couple of weeks ago (god, it's a good game). I was playing DnD with an old friend, but work got in the way. I think I'll be able to pick up again soon, though.

I dream of my kitten.

I'm feeling empty today. Well, not exactly empty. My head is a jar with a hornet inside. I can't focus on anything, and I feel like I'm vibrating, but I can't bring myself to move. I don't feel sad, but I don't feel happy. I guess I'm anxious.

This is a lot. And it's really just a stream of consciousness at this point. I dunno. I'm still going to post this and repost it to my other blogs (DiscoBrainRot and MightBeArt), but it might all get deleted at some point. I dunno.

Anyways. I hope I come back to posting more. Hopefully soon. I hope to get back to drawing and share some of the stuff I'm doing in Blender. I can't make any promises, but I can try.

A lot has happened over the past few months. I'm tired. But I'm okay. Or I will be.

And that's enough.

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Can you do headcanons of NiGHTS meeting a First Level Nightopian after the rebellion (OC/Reader) who finds NiGHTS feeling down due of traumas and ending up comforting them? Also with addition of that First Level Nightopian accepting NiGHTS and helping him fit in the Nightopian Kingdom's traditions and such?

Hi! I'm really sorry this took me so long. There's been a lot going on on my end. But thank you so much for being patient. I hope these headcannons are to your liking ^^

Since this could be for either an OC or a reader, I'm gonna try to keep it general. But I will refer to the nightopian as a reader insert so I won't confuse people by using they/them for both NiGHTS and the nightopian.

~NiGHTS befriending a first level Nightopian after their rebellion~

The former royal of Nightmare was exhausted when the first level nightopian found them. Seeing it was the one and only NiGHTS, you felt fear at first. Though when you could see their defeated and torn appearance, you felt pity for the nightmaren, and decided to offer mercy.

Yes, despite all the ways NiGHTS contributed to the suffering of visitors and nightopians, you still found it in your heart to approach the nightmaren, who was still on edge after escaping their prison, and offer a helping hand.

They were skeptical at first. Their whole life, they were taught to never trust anyone, and the one 'maren they did trust was the one who reported their 'insolence' to Wizeman. But it's not in a nightopians nature to be deceitful, right? Besides, they could easily take you on if you proved to have malevolent intentions.

So, they let you guide them to your home. The pixies- the lower level nightopians- saw you two and were scared of the notorious nightmaren. For their own and your sake. Though you did your best to calm them and assure them that NiGHTS was no danger to them right now, or you. NiGHTS was used to strike fear in others, so they were unbothered by all this.

Even when you brought them inside your home, they were still wary of you. Even when you healed their physical wounds and offered to listen to their emotional pain, they weren't willing to trust you right away. All these years of working under Wizeman's rule and only having one friend had caused them to distrust any 'un-earned' or fearless acts of kindness.

You could see they didn't trust you, and it caused your heart to ache as well as for you to see the bigger picture for them. Maybe they never wanted to cause anarchy in the night dimension. Maybe they were forced to. Maybe you could show them that the world wasn't meant to be revolved around violence and gaining power.

It would take a long time to get NiGHTS to fully open up, but once they realize that you had no ulterior motive for this, that you genuinely wanted to see them become the best and happiest them they could be, it'd be quite emotional for them. They finally have a true friend, after so long of feeling like they were alone. But best of all, they truly realize that they are now free.

They had always been curious about what Nightopian culture and traditions were like. But they barely had the opportunity to find out for themselves. But now that they're free from their former masters cluthes, they want to learn as much as they can. And since you are their friend, they want to learn from you.

You're all too happy to share your people's ways with your new friend. And now that the other nightopians understand NiGHTS is no longer an enemy, they are excited to help you show them the world of Nightopia.

Needless to say, NiGHTS just loves everything there is about Nightopia. Especially the music and celebrations. They even played their invisible instrument for others once they learned of the nightopians love for music.

You even taught them how to help and interact with the visitors too, aiding them in turning their life completely around from their former role under Wizeman. The visitors, especially the younger ones, absolutely loved NiGHTS, and they were all too happy to aid you in protecting and caring for the visitors. Especially once their former friend, Reala, started to become a problem.

Owl and the pixies were a big help, but ultimately, it was you that helped NiGHTS become the playful jester they are today. And every day, even if you don't realize it, they are always grateful that you were the one who found them that fateful day.

I hope this is OK. Any questions you have I'm more than happy to answer ^^

#NiD #JoD #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #NiGHTS #my own headcannons #nightopian #fantopian #reader insert #OC insert #Wizeman #Reala #fluff #platonic

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Small dick Charles (because lately it's been haunting my mind) but I'm making it angsty (because I feel like torturing our boy) (also thank you for making me Charles angst anon, I'm honored and I'm not gonna let you down 🫡)

So we know that most previous partners weren't good for Charles. They made fun of him or left him as soon as they found out about his little dick. And because of that he was insecure. But you showed him that he doesn't have to be. Of course he can pleasure himself and (what is most important for him) he can pleasure you and be a good boy for you. The size of his cock doesn't matter here. And he finally starts to believe you and understand that he is enough just the way he is. He accepts himself, although he needs a lot of praise and compliments from you. But it's okay, anything for your boy.

That's until one of the race weekends. Charles is standing in the circle with few other drivers and they're talking. They're immature kids, so of course they talk about sex. Charles is rather silent because he doesn't like to share this part of his life. You're his mommy and everything you do to him stays with him. Why would someone else listen about it?

"And why are you silent Charles? That's because you can't pleasure your mommy with your small dick?" (they know that he is small, it's just visible that there's no bulge in his jeans or fireproofs)

George is the first one who bring up the topic and then others go on with it. They're making fun of him, asking if he's able to do anything with his cock, if he can penetrate you or is he too small. And they think that these are just jokes (very cruel ones), but not for Charles. They may not know it, but Charles takes it very personally. And he is so sad because why are they doing this to him? He thought that they're friends, so they shouldn't hurt him. It hurts twice as much because they're laughing at something Charles has no control over. He just can't change it. Of course he would like to have a bigger cock but he can't. And just as he was finally beginning to accept himself, someone showed up to destroy it again.

When Charles gets to you he isn't just crying, he is fully sobbing his heart out, throwing himself in your arms. And you hold him through this, try to be strong but you can't help sadness flooding you. Your poor little boy, you feel so sorry for him. Because he suffers so much from something over which he has no control. And now all because of his called friends. Great. The only thing you can do it now is The only thing you can do now is offer him your closeness and rebuild his confidence again. It's gonna be hard, but again - anything for your boy.

(And quite by accident you can tell Lando, George and Alex's doms about this situation, hoping that they will be punished for hurting your boy)

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I am already regretting naming you the Charles angst anon, but I suppose that's exactly what I should have expected from the Charles angst anon, so keep up the good work!!

Firstly, I love the idea that Charles gets his confidence because he realises he can make you feel good? He LOVES going down on you, it's legitimately his favourite thing ever. It takes him a long time to actually fuck you, because he's terrified that you won't even feel him (which is what a partner had told him once and it absolutely devastated him).

But honestly, you like his size. Sure you've had bigger before, but you like it. You never hurt the next day, and don't require too much prep. Above all else, it's Charles. He's your good boy, and you're his mommy. How could he be anything other than perfect?

It takes him a long time to accept that he can actually make you feel good, that he's good enough for his mommy. And even once he has accepted that, his confidence can still be shattered instantly.

But he's doing better. Genuinely, he's doing so much better.

Until one race weekend when he's chatting with everyone. Maybe they just finished a media conference or something? So they're all standing around and chatting, waiting for their respective teams to come fetch them.

They're all subs, and so naturally they tend to talk about it. Usually Charles doesn't mind it too much, he just nods and will occasionally share some information of his own. That's why they all know he calls you mommy.

But truth be told, he doesn't like sharing his sex life with anyone, even his friends who are also subs. It's not that he's ashamed of it, because of course he isnt. It's just... that's between him and his mommy? He belongs to his mommy. No one else gets to see that side of him, and he doesn't want anyone else to know anything about what he does with his mommy.

Today they're chatting about what it's like when they fuck their Doms, about how it happens and why.

Charles isnt engaging in the conversation at all. He's only recently started fucking you and he doesn't want anyone else to know about that.

But his friends notice he hasn't said anything and decide to tease him, asking if he's too small to fuck his mommy. Instantly Charles wants to run away, but his friends are just joking and don't actually know he has a small member, so if he runs then they'll know for sure that he actually does.

Everyone joins in and they all start joking about him having a small dick. Poor Charles just feels so broken. Why are they being so mean to him? Why won't they just move on?

His friends think they're just having fun, but Charles is breaking inside. They're poking fun at his biggest insecurity and they haven't even bothered to notice how upset it's making him.

Eventually he manages to escape them and then he just runs to you.

Even though he feels like every moment he's made you feel good has been a lie, he still wants his mommy. He wants love and comfort and to be held tight.

You've never seen your good boy so upset, and he fully sobs in your arms. He can't even get the words out. You have no idea what's happened yet, but you're panicking because Ferrari will be looking for Charles soon and he's in no state to be in public right now.

So you just comfort him as best you can, holding him right and rubbing his back. Eventually he manages to calm down enough to speak, and then your heart just breaks.

Even though they didnt know Charles actually did have a small dick, why would they tease him about that? Who does that?

Poor Charles has his confidence utterly shattered.

The night before he was smily and giggly as he was grinding against you, shameless in showing you he was horny and hard. But the next night he takes his clothes into the bathroom to get changed after he showers, not even wanting you to see him get changed.

You have to build his confidence back up, praising him and promising him that you are so happy with him. You have to be slow with it, careful not to push him too hard.

But he gets there, because he's your good boy and you're his mommy. He must trust whatever his mommy tells him.

And his mommy is telling him that he's the best boy ever.

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #f!reader #SD!Charles

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Where Honeybees Hum Their Melodies

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F.Reader

Summary: after your uncle Hosea dies, you locks yourself away and hide away in the fields outside of camps to be alone. After weeks of watching the his girl grieve, Arthur chooses to take matters into his own hands

Warnings: kind of angst but mostly comfort, mentions of death, some parts of the plot were shifted sorry, a litle bit of pervy flirting, grief

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You were there when Bessie had passed, of course you were younger than; naive to what death meant. All you really remembered was one day Bessie was there and the next she wasn't and your uncle was crying. Never really knowing your own father, Hosea had raised you since you could crawl, you'd ask about your father but Hosea always brushed off the mention of his brother, something about it must have brought back painful memories for your uncle.

Hosea loved taking you hunting with him, of course you never held the gun till you were way older but he always let you pretend with an unloaded one. He left your gun training to Dutch, not until you were at least of age though, the thought of you getting yourself shot was too much of a worry to him.

He kept you around camp but if any danger did come, he was quick to get you somewhere safe and out of bullet range. However there was one time that camp had been jumped when you were younger, seventeen to be precise. You had been grabbed from behind while the rest of the group was distracted. The feeling of the cold metal to the side of your head haunted your memory for months despite Dutch shooting the man who grabbed you dead before he could try anything.

Hosea blamed himself for what he had raised you in, being an outlaw. Truly Hosea was a good man, he would go to the end of the earth for his friends, Dutch, and you, sometimes you worried his kindness would be the end of him.

And that's precisely happened; his end. It felt cruel to wish death upon someone but Milton deserved it, Milton deserved to rot in the corpses for what he had done to not only your uncle but Dutch.

You still remembered the day, you were at camp waiting for the group to return when you didn't see Hosea in the group. You had asked Dutch what happened, where was Hosea?

His somber expression was all you needed to know, Dutch's eyes looked anywhere but yours as he looked down at the ground. No you couldn't believe it, no he said he would still have more years in him with you. He promised to walk you down the isle on your wedding, you two were gonna go hunting that night, he just couldn't be gone.

But he was, you saw his body being carried in the carriage.

His skin was still slightly warm, the blood from the bullet wound had dried but still stuck to your fingers when you touched his body. His eyes were closed. He looked in perfect health if you could ignore the blood.

"Did he suffer?" was all you could say looking down at your deceased uncle. No more long speeches, no more long fishing trips that you always said you hated but secretly loved, if you had a nightmare there was no one to run to in the middle of the night, you were truly alone.

"It was quick, he didn't suffer long," Arthur had been the one to try to comfort you. You always shrugged off his touch however, you weren't exactly looking for comfort, more just an escape. You knew Arthur for a long time, he was one of your best friends (if not even more than friends).

Weeks had passed since Hosea's murder. You didn't interact much with the group, despite their attempts to get you to come out of your grieving shell. Abi tried her best to get you to come out with her and Jack on horse rides like you usually did but you always made up a lame excuse like your stomach hurt. Arthur took it on himself to take your horse out for walks and feedings with him and his own horse. Dutch had known what you were going through also being close to Hosea and losing his best friend but he was already hands off as it is when it came to interacting with someone.

Jack had started painting rocks and bringing them to you to cheer you up resulting in a pile of oddly painted rocks stacking up in the corner of your tent. Arthur tried to comfort you the best he could at night sleeping next to you, he tried to hold you but you shrugged him off. 'Not tonight' you always said or 'I want to be alone please', he always understood but it hurt him watching you suffer and feeling helpless to help you.

Dutch seemed to get over his grief pretty quickly however, although you kinda wished he stayed on his hands off approach when comforting you. Because now he treated your grief like a way to get under your skirt, especially when he drank (you guessed that's how he hid his grief). "Hosea might be gone but I've seen you've grown into a fine young lady and I'm still here for you," he would slur in his drunken state. You tried to not blame the man since he was drunk but didn't help how uncomfortable the hitting on was.

You took it on yourself to avoid camp as much as you could, mainly to avoid the sadden stares at you, the pitiful gazes which you hated so fucking much. You knew they only pitied you because of Hosea, they didn't pity you as your own person, they pitied you as Hosea's niece, just a connection of him.

The fields outside of camp was where you were happy, the long walks you could go on in piece. No gazing eyes, no unneccessary stops from your horse, no Dutch, it was just you and the dirt under your boots. Weeks of this continued, you would wake up early before even Arthur woke up, stay out for hours in the blazing sun and come back just in time for food, grab a plate to hide away into your tent and before Arthur could even come into the tent, you were asleep.

You usually avoided the lake when you go on your walks, it was the same lake you went fishing with Hosea but something about today made you want to stop at the water; you assumed it was the boiling heat today.

You planted yourself down at the edge of the lake, stopping yourself from slipping into the water by your foot on one of the rocks at the edge. However possibly placing your hand down to the ground to lean against was your mistake as a sharp pain struck your palm, lifting your palm almost immediately and looking down at the sting; honeybee you guessed as you saw a frantic honeybee fly past your face away over the fields.

What you would do if you could fly, far far away from America; away from everything. The thought of having wings to fly over one mountain and the next, to start a new life to those who knew nothing but your name; something you could even fake if you really wanted with a clean record.

Arthur was probably the only person you could have missed if you were to run, if you even knew what you were to Arthur. Sure you two shared intimate moments, a tent, and seen each other in your most vunerable moments but never anything official or serious came from it. He never called you his girlfriend or anything special like that, he just called you by your name. Although he did let those three little words slip from his lips that one time when you two were in your cot wrapped in each others arms. You weren't even sure he knew he said it, but that entire night the three words circled your mind.

You didn't know how you felt for Arthur back, you knew how he felt though but it felt wrong to not say the three words back.

"You know you can't hide out here darlin', what if some ruffin comes and takes my baby?" you didn't even have to check who it was, that accent told you everything you needed to know.

Arthur made himself comfortable beside you, removing his hat from his head and placing it upon your own. The tip of the hat bending down over your forehead covering your vision as Arthur chuckled tilting the hat. You frowned, removing the hat from your head, "did you follow me out here?"

"Wandering off won't do yer much good," Arthur's hand landed upon your own, lacing your fingers together as he looked out to the lake, "I brought Jack here once to go fishin', did you and Hosea ever go fishin'?"

You nodded, kicking a pebble under your foot into the lake watching it plop into the water and sink out of view, "he took me out fishing a lot, although I was always more of a hunting fan."

"You know, I could take yer sometime," you saw Arthur's kind eyes looking at you out the corner of your eye. You let out a breath looking anywhere but the outlaw. Arthur nudged your shoulder, "that is only if you want to."

"Darlin'," you looked at Arthur. He seemed tired, dark circles under his eyes and his hair looked like it hadn't been combed through for weeks. Even his shirt was messy, buttons in the wrong holes covered in dirt. He seemed to have not bothered trimming his beard either noticing the length it had grown, "was he hurting?" When Arthur had asked what you meant, you explained, "Hosea. When he was shot, did he suffer long? Don't spare my feelings and lie please."

Arthur sighed looking out to the lake, tucking his lip between his teeth as he thought over his words. While he wanted to lie to you and say Hosea died immiediately, he knew that wasn't the truth, but he also knew saying the amount of pain that he went through in his death would make you blame yourself more.

"It was quick," Arthur replied, looking at you as the buzz of the honeybees and wind whistled in his ears. He opened his mouth to continue, paused, closed his mouth, then opened it again, "Hosea did what he could in that moment. Milton had the strings in that situation however, if I could go back in time I would have switched places with him."

"I'm not asking you to switch places, I'm not asking anyone to do that!" you stood from your spot, standing upon the rocks as you picked up a pebble dropping it to the water. Arthur was still sat, looking up to you as the sun lit up your face reflecting off your tears, "I don't know, maybe I do blame myself for his death? Like maybe there's something I could have done. I could've gone on that job with you guys."

"You know Hosea would never have allowed that."

"You don't think I know that?" you turned on your heel to face Arthur who had now stood up and was eye to eye with you. Sighing you looked down at the ground, Arthur tilting your chin to look up at him as his thumb wiped away your tears, "I should be the one in the ground, not him."

"Hosea was his own man who made his own choices, and he chose to take you in," Arthur explained, moving a piece of your hair out of your face, "he chose to stay with this group despite the dangers, he knew the danger he would get in. Hosea lived a long life, darlin'."

"This group is doomed without him," you knew it was the truth, Hosea was the glue that held this group together and now he was gone. Looking at Arthur, he was all you had now to stay in this group for. You planned to run away years prior but you never had the will to run from your uncle and now you had Arthur keeping you in place, "I never wanted to be an outlaw you know? I actually just wanted a little farm in the prairie with the love of my life, maybe a kid or two. But now an idea of that seems so out of reach."

Arthur sighed looking back at you, tilting your chin slightly as he pecked your lips before pulling you into his chest resting your face against his beating heart, "I can't tell yer what to do but I want you to stay here, the thought of you being out there alone worries me too much."

"Arthur," he looked down at you, "would Hosea be proud of me?"

"I can't answer that," Arthur replied, looking to the lake watching fish hop out of the water to disappear in the water again, "but, I'm proud of you, I love you."

You looked up at Arthur almost a little shocked, "so you did mean it?"

"What do you mean?" Arthur questioned.

"You love me," you smiled, probably the first time you smiled in the last couple of weeks after Hosea's death. You rested your palm on Arthur's cheek, your fingers running through his beard as he leaned into your touch. You tilted your head slightly placing your lips against the outlaw's, one of his hands remaining on your waist while the other held your cheek. When you two pulled away, you smiled at him, "I love you too Arthur."

Looking at your hand, Arthur's eyes wided looking at the sting, "what happened here darlin?"

You chuckled shaking your head, "just a bee sting love, I'll be okay."

Arthur smiled at you, "will you come back to camp then?"

You nodded at your love, following him back to camp. Despite the fact that you would never see Hosea again you still managed to find solace in his death knowing he would still be there even if you couldn't see him. And in the end, you still had Arthur.

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I feel like I should do a sequel for Arthur's death but that feels a little too cruel

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