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song challenge with Jamie tartt ! The just friends one please ☺️❤️

just friends | jamie tartt

based on just friends by virginia to vegas

description: you meet jamie tartt at a gala and he can't help but fall for you.

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did you expect? angst! miscommunication! drinking! making out!

length: 4K words

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When your uncle Trent invited you to a "work party," you expected maybe a private room in a restaurant in Tooting, or at most, a cocktail hour on a boat with snooty, businessmen. You did not expect a full-on red carpet gala with paparazzi, and famous footballers, and well, you got the snooty businessmen part right at least.

You knew your uncle had worked with AFC Richmond in the past. You weren't completely out of the loop. You read the book he wrote-- which was marvelous-- and watched a few of the games last season, but you didn't think he stayed in touch with the Richmond crew. Especially not to the point where he's still invited to their annual charity gala with a plus one.

Because of your lack of preparation, you felt severely underprepared for the event. You stood beside the open bar while your uncle walked around and mingled. You made the excuse that you needed some liquid courage to loosen up before you started chatting with folks who could buy half of England if they wanted to.

"Y/N?" You turned around to find a woman dressed in a gorgeous, sparkly dress, smiling at you. She outstretched her hand, which you gladly accepted. "I'm Keeley. Trent has told me so much about you."

"Keeley Jones!" You exclaimed, a smile overtaking your features. "So nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she beamed, "What ya doin' all the way over here? Come on, have you met the boys yet?"

You didn't have a chance to say no before she was pulling you towards a crowd of men dressed to the nines. You saw your uncle talking to one of them and he shot you a comforting smile as you approached.

"Lads, this is Y/N! Trent's niece."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N!" The boy beside your uncle called out, raising his beer bottle in a hello, "Name's Colin."

Then, the one next to you turned his body to introduce himself, "Hello, my name is Sam. It's a pleasure to meet you."

This caused a domino effect where all the men began introducing themselves to you. It was overwhelming, in a good way, but you knew that you would not be able to remember all of their names.

Finally, there were two boys left to introduce themselves. One had a glass of champagne in his hand, grinning brightly as he waited for his turn to speak. The other was wearing sunglasses indoors--prick-- and looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Jan Maas." The happier of the two grinned at you. "Trent did not tell us you were this pretty."

"Oi, bruv," Isaac, who you learned was the captain of the team, smacked Jan Maas on his arm, "You don't have to say everything that pops into your head all the time."

You blushed, laughing at the two men bickering. "No worries, I appreciate the compliment, Jan Maas."

The circle was hushed as they waited for the last man to speak up. When it became evident that he was not gonna say anything-- again, prick-- Roy spoke up. "And that's Jamie."

Ah. It made sense now. Jamie Tartt. You heard a lot about him from your uncle and from the sports blogs you read last season when you were trying to get caught up on all things AFC Richmond. You knew Jamie Tartt was the real deal. It suddenly wasn't so surprising that he felt like he was too good to engage in conversation with you.

But you would be a liar if you said that you didn't find him attractive. If he put in the effort to be decent, then you'd definitely be crushing on him already. He looked good. His jacket was discarded somewhere. He had the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows with a gold chain peeking out from under the collar. You had to give credit where credit is due.

You awkwardly moved on from the situation and mingled with the boys. You met Rebecca, Coach Beard, and Nate later in the night. As the gala progressed, your ability to function properly in society deteriorated with every free drink from the open bar. Before you knew it, Keeley was hanging off your arm, giggling over a stupid joke that Richard made.

Wiping your tears of laughter from your eyes, you untangled yourself from Keeley, "Okay, I'm gonna go get us some water."

You walked to the bar area, careful not to trip over your own feet. You sighed a breath of relief when you made it to the counter in one piece, "Two waters, please."

You looked to your left and couldn't help but scoff when you saw Jamie beside you. You rolled your eyes, "Prick."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you talking to me?"

It was definitely the alcohol talking. And boy, was it running its mouth. "Yeah, you're bein' a prick."

"I haven't done anythin' to ya," he complained, taking a sip of his water. "What are you callin' me a prick for?"

"Where do I start?" He motioned for you to continue so you did. "First of all, who the hell wears sunnies indoors? There isn't sun in here! And it's nighttime, you don't even need it outside! Oh! And we're in bloody England, when do we ever get sunlight? Sunnies are useless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you beat him to it, "Second, you didn't have the courtesy to introduce yourself to me. Made Roy do it. Like I get it, you're Mr. Jamie Fucking Tartt. Star Player of AFC Richmond and Golden Boy of the Champions League and gorgeous with amazing hair and I'm just Trent's niece. But would it hurt ya to say hello?"

"Sorry," he mumbled, taken aback by your bluntness. Drunk you could give Jan Maas a run for his money. He couldn't focus on anything else besides the fact that you called him gorgeous.

"'m not done," you continued, taking a deep breath. Ranting about Jamie made you lose your breath, "Lastly, you've been avoiding your teammates, your friends! I literally saw Dani frown! I didn't even think that was possible. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Jamie was stuck staring at you. He hoped you were too drunk to notice the blush on his cheeks. You were wrong about one thing, the sunnies were useful. If he didn't have them on, he was sure you'd notice the way his eyes have been heart-shaped since you first introduced yourself to the group.

He wasn't sure when he stopped being able to talk to pretty girls, but when he saw you approach with Keeley, his knees buckled and suddenly he forgot his own name. He didn't mean to be rude earlier. He wanted to introduce himself but he physically couldn't. By the time he remembered who he was, it was too awkward.

He's spent the rest of the night anxiously replaying the interaction in his head. If he had a sip of liquor, he would, no doubt, yak all over the dance floor so he stayed on the outskirts of the party, dead sober.

Before he could properly apologize for the terrible first impression, you'd already retrieved the two glasses of water from the bartender and began walking toward Keeley.

The day after, Jamie texted Keeley for your number. At first, he tried to play it off as just wanting to apologize to you for being rude the night before, but Keeley could read him like the back of her hand.

She smirked and sent your number over to Jamie.

That's how you found yourself nursing a hangover, cursing whoever texted your phone because it dinged so loud that your headache increased tenfold. When you checked your phone and saw an unknown number, you didn't think much of it at first. You knew you exchanged numbers with a few people last night so it wasn't out of the ordinary to get random texts. But when you saw the follow-up texts, you quickly sobered up.

From: Unknown

"Hi, Y/N. Got your number from Keeley."

From: Unknown

"Just wanted to say sorry for bein a prick yesterday. Promise, I'm not like that."

From: Unknown

"This is Jamie, btw."

From: Unknown

"Jamie Tartt"

From: Unknown

"From Richmond"

You laughed at his texts. Did he seriously think you wouldn't be able to deduce that it was him? You didn't know many Jamies. In fact, he's the only Jamie you knew. Plus, the prick thing gave it away.

To: Jamie Tartt From Richmond

"Figured it was you, Jamie. But thanks for the clarification. - Y/N Y/L/N, Trent Crimm's niece."

That was the start of your friendship with Jamie.

"Jamie fucking Tartt!" Your voice boomed throughout the locker room, easily drowning out the hum of conversations that the boys were having. "You're dead!"

A chorus of "oooohs" rang across the room with all the boys patiently waiting to see what Jamie did this time. You and Jamie have been engaged in a month-long prank war. How Jamie managed to be a professional footballer (who is leading the team in goals and plays a large part in the team's 5 game-winning streak) and still have time to meticulously plan pranks was beyond your understanding.

Jamie was halfway done with getting dressed when you walked in. His shirt was still folded neatly in his cubby when he turned around to greet you with a smirk, "Hey, love. Are you wrapped up?"

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam down his chest and his torso. On your scan back up, your eyes stopped at his arms. God, his arms. For the most part, you were able to control your attraction for Jamie, but sometimes, the universe tested you. This was one of those moments.

Jamie bit his lip when he realized you were checking him out. He cleared his throat, breaking you from your trance, "So, you wrapped up and ready to go?"

You remembered why you were pissed at him. "You wrapped my entire car in plastic wrap! How the hell am I going to get home?"

At your explanation, the team chuckled at Jamie's latest prank. You turned around to shoot daggers at all of them. The laughter stopped.

"Someone wrapped your car in plastic wrap?" He faked a shocked face, "That's horrible."

Two can play that game.

"Is that why you invited me to watch training today?" You gasped, acting like your feelings were hurt. You pretended to cry, sniffling as you lowered your head, "Thought you wanted to see me. Whole time you just wanted to prank me."

Jamie's eyes widened. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards his chest as he began to mumble a million apologies, "No, no, Y/N. I did want to see you, promise! I just thought that it would also be fun to pull a prank, but you know I wanted to see you. Always want to see you, love. Please don't cry."

For a while, you forgot you were playing a bit. All you could focus on was that your head was laying on Jamie Tartt's bare chest while his arms were wrapped around you. He was kissing the top of your head and apologizing to you for a stupid prank.

You'd been in these situations before. After a few months of being friends with Jamie, you found that he was extremely touchy and clingy, which you did not expect from him. When he'd come over to hang out and watch movies, he'd end up with his head on your lap while you played with his hair. After games where Richmond won, you'd meet him in the car park when everyone's gone home where he'd run to you, hug you, then spin you around while you giggled and told him to put you down.

But this time was different. You were in front of people who were staring at you. Their hushed whispers, traces of smiles in their voice, brought you back to reality. You pulled away from him, red-cheeked, and stuttering. You saw Bumbercatch from the corner of your eye, sending you a wink.

"Jam," you said, "I'm just kidding. I'm not really upset."

"Oi," he frowned, finally putting a shirt on. "That's not nice. I thought I actually made you upset."

"Well, I am upset because you wrapped my car in plastic wrap." You reminded him. The room started to clear out, the boys bidding you a goodbye as they exited. You waited for Jamie to get his things together before walking out with him. "Can we call it a truce on the pranking?"

"You givin' up?" he raised his eyebrows, "Didn't peg you as a quitter."

"Not giving up," you shoved him lightly, "Just don't want to hurt your feelings again. Seriously, Jamie, you nearly cried and got on your knees when you thought I was upset! Embarrassing for you."

He was about to argue when he saw your teasing smile. He shook his head, blushing. It was embarrassing, really. It was so embarrassing how he was so gone for you. The idea of making you feel bad, even on accident, killed Jamie. He never wants you to be upset.

There was something magnetic about you. No matter how hard he tried-- and he did try-- to stay away from you, or at the very least ignore his romantic feelings towards you, the stronger your pull was. Jamie can't remember the last time he woke up without thinking of you or the last time he went to bed without the thought of you in his dreams.

Ever since the night of the gala, Jamie only fell harder for you. At first, it started out with just finding you attractive. Jan Maas was right, Trent did not mention just how beautiful you were. Even if Trent did try to explain it, Jamie didn't think the English language could do your beauty any justice. As he got to know you, your goofiness, kindness, and gigantic heart, he knew he was a goner.

With you, he could act like a stupid little kid. He can have fun with you, laugh at everything, and do nothing but sit on your couch eating junk food. But he can also be vulnerable with you. He hasn't mentioned all of his past to you, half afraid that you'd run away once you get a deeper look into who he is and what he's gone through, and half nervous that once he lets you in completely, he'll never recover if you ever break his heart.

He wasn't ready to lose you. Not yet. Not ever.

"Let me help you get your car untangled," he offered, opening the door to leave the facility. "Least I can do."

"How the hell did you do this while you were at training? I literally watched you the entire time and you were on the pitch."

"You were watching me?" he asked, looking at you with a glimmer in his eye.

You scrunched your nose, feeling caught. You had a joke ready as a response but it never made its way past your throat. You looked at him, a small smile on your face. You leaned over and placed a hand on his bicep, "Always am."

Jamie gulped, the feeling of your touch making his brain short-circuit. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. He really was pathetic. He backed away from your touch before he could do something he would later regret, "I paid Kenneth to do it while we were trainin'."

Your jaw hung low, a look of disbelief now on your face. Jamie, knowing you too well, sensed that you were about to tackle him and ran away from you. You chased him around the empty car park, with your plastic-wrapped car and his obnoxious sports car as the only inhabitants, while yelling, "I'm going to get you back so good!"

This, you thought, this is a life you could get used to.

You shouldn’t have gotten used to it.

You didn’t know how things changed so quickly. One minute, you were leaning your drunk self on Jamie as you sang a horrible rendition of “When He Sees Me” from The Waitress, the next, he was ignoring your calls and avoiding every event where you’d be in attendance.

It’s been a week since you last heard from Jamie and you were tired of it. You marched on the pitch, ignoring Roy’s complaints. The boys halted their movements, glancing at each other with worried looks, before staring directly at Jamie.

“Stop being a fucking prick!” You exclaimed. He huffed, continuing to ignore you. He continued the drills he was doing before you showed up, though none of his teammates joined him. “Tartt!”

He rolled his eyes, finally stopping to look at you, “What?”

“Oi! Tartt, Y/L/N, can you settle your lover’s quarrel in the tunnel? We have trainin’!” Roy yelled.

“Start walking, Tartt,” You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. You walked behind him as he made his way to the tunnel behind the coaches. You were really glad today was a closed practice.

By the time you made it to the tunnel, your initial anger had subsided. You just felt bad. Why did he stop talking to you? Was it something you did? You knew that he was avoiding you given how he just reacted on the pitch. What you didn’t understand was why.

“What do you want, Y/N?” There was venom in his tone.

You blinked, not used to that tone from Jamie. “Why’re you bein’ such a prick all of a sudden? What have I done?”

“Seriously?” he let out a humorless laugh.

Now it was your turn, “What are you on about? You’re the one who’s been avoiding me and I don’t even know why!”

“Don’t turn this on me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up just enough for a few loose stands to fall in front of his face. It took all the strength in the world not to reach over to fix it for him. “You’re the one being cruel and mean. That little prank you pulled.”

“Jamie, what prank?” you took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers, “I have no idea what happened! Please do enlighten me!”

“No, I’m not going to recount the most embarrassing moment of my life for your enjoyment.”

“Enjoyment?!” You yelled, more confused than ever. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right,” he shook his head, looking at you. Tears were pooling in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip before continuing, “You don’t remember being in the back seat of the Uber after karaoke where you were playing with my feelings.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N,” he sighed. He shut his eyes, blinking away his tears. “You know how I feel about you. Everyone does at this point! Like, I’m so pathetic when it comes to ya. So when you look at me with that look in your eye like you might actually feel the same way as I do and tell me that you want to kiss me, just to remind me that we shouldn’t because we’re just friends, you’re just being plain cruel. It’s mean, Y/N.”

You were speechless, which Jamie mistook as another rejection. He continued to ramble on. “I’ve been so in love with you since I met you. I’ve never met anyone like you, never felt this way with anyone. And I haven’t really been discreet about it, either. Even fucking Beard have said somethin’ about how I look at ya. The lads haven’t stopped teasin’ me about you since you showed up in my kit at our first home game.”

“Jam,” you began, out of breath like the wind was just knocked right out of you. “I don’t remember this happening in the car.”

Jamie finally looked at you, as if the mist of anger dissipated from his vision. He looked at you intently. Your bottom lip was quivering and your eyes were trying to desperately make sense of the situation.

“Oh, fuck,” he gulped. He scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, rocking on the balls of his feet. “You really don’t remember, huh?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. I blacked out after I sang that last song.”

“Now, I feel awkward.”

“Yeah, you should,” you chuckled. You walked closer to him, reaching out to fix his hair. You felt him stop breathing for a second. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up to see you so close to him. So close. You cradled his face in the palm of your hand, letting your thumb run across his cheekbone. “You love me?”

The tips of his ears turned pink, “Yeah, I do.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, inching closer to him. “For the record, I probably did want to kiss you then even though I can’t remember it now because I always want to kiss you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” It was your turn to stop breathing. Jamie placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Also probably only said we shouldn’t because I was too scared to lose you, but I don’t want to be just your friend, Jam.”

“Don’t wanna be just your friend either.”

“Well, we should probabl-”

“For fuck’s sake,” The two of you jumped apart at Roy’s voice from the pitch. “Just fucking make out already!”

You both looked at the pitch to see the entire team, coaches and Will included, staring at the both of you in anticipation. Jamie laced your fingers together and led you inside the facility, the sound of groans and boo’s from the team echoing through the tunnel. You laughed heartily at their reaction. As he was leading you to the boot room, Jamie looked over his shoulder and sent you a shy smile.

He opened the door and turned the lights on with his free hand, never once letting go of yours. Before you could say a thing, Jamie pressed you up against the wall and kissed you like his life depended on it. You sighed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair, and gave it a soft tug. He grunted in approval, slipping his tongue swiftly into your mouth. As things started to get heated, you felt him smile against your lips, causing you to pull back.

After you’ve separated, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, looking as content as ever. He gave you one last peck before giving some space between both of your bodies, “So does that mean that you fancy me too?”

“Jamie, come on,” you pressed your head on his shoulder, unable to stop the blush from your cheeks from spreading, “You know I love you, too.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured with how you kissed me.”

“Hey!” you protested, glaring at him playfully.

He laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. His hands found your waist again. He was drawing shapes with his thumb on the small piece of exposed skin on your stomach. “I love you.”

“So what does this make us?”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now.”

You pushed him away a bit, raising one eyebrow, “I don’t recall being asked to be your girlfriend.”

“Fine,” he conceded, “I’ll ask, but it’s going to be so over the top and so ridiculous that you’ll regret that you had me ask.”

You giggled, pulling him closer again, “Don’t think I’ll ever regret that, Jam.”

He placed his lips on you again, slowly and passionately. When he pulled away, he had a serious look on his face. “You may not be my girlfriend yet, but I am 100% your boyfriend. I am taken. I’ve already been taken for a while, but it’s official now.”

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a kiss on his nose, “Of course, boyfriend.”

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sea-you-in-paradise · 1 year

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Hi can I please get an Erwin x secret wife reader? Just a lot of fluff and how the scouts finds out that their commander is a married man. Thank you

homie... this is the cutest ask ever oh my god i'm fucking giggling over this and i'm not even an erwin girly

summary: erwin smith x secret wife reader: meeting, married life, and the discovery word count: 1.449 setting: canonverse fem!reader warnings: season 2 & 3 spoilers

when erwin smith met you, not even his resolve to stay away from relationships could stop him from falling in love. and somewhat unfortunately, there was no stopping you from loving him back.

frankly, your relationship was the last thing erwin wanted. being a scout, the commander of the scouts nonetheless, meant that tomorrow was never promised. with the disproportionately slim chance of surviving his career until retirement, he had made a silent promise to stay away from love. of course, meeting you changed that in spite of his better judgement...

-it was shortly after erwin had been named the new commander of the scouts. after is appointment, he often went and got a beer at this small tavern in one of sina's outlier districts so he could try to organize his thoughts

-you were the one to approach him, asking if he was alright because he looked a little dejected. erwin, always hellbent on demonstrating his strength, overcompensated a little bit and exuded a little too much of his illusive confidence

-you laughed at him and told him that he acts like a politician

-it wasn't often that someone saw through him, he found it intriguing. you talked for awhile that nigh, expecting to go your separate ways, but you ran into him there a few more times, and when you did, you would sit together and talk. eventually, you organized some cafe dates on sunday mornings. you didn't actually know who he was until your fifth or sixth meeting, which was funny to you because he never thought to mention it, and funny to him because he thought you knew all along

-you made him realize that there was more to life than discovering the unknown- that there was a lot of value in what he already had. he made you think more about your existence in the walls. you challenged each other

-within a year of meeting, you were married. you decided that if you were determined to be in a relationship, it was best that you went all in since time might end up being short

-married life with erwin doesn't always feel like married life. there's a lot of being alone for both of you while he's away on missions or in other districts for planning and other administrative tasks

-he sends you letters if he's away for more than a week. they are not very emotional letters and they don't ever detail anything specific about people, just events. but he is sure to tell you about the things he thinks you would enjoy the most- like how he saw a sunset that reminded him of one you watched together early in your relationship

-he's the type to be like "i'm not a romantic, but.." and then write something really gushy lol

-when he gets home, he likes to bake those cookies that are shaped like flowers with jam in the middle. he has mastered his family recipe for them. he feels like it's a nice way to show you how much he still cares about you after being away from home for so long

-when you're together, he tries to be very present with you. he enjoys cooking meals together and playing card games

-his love language is acts of service so he really wants to make you feel at ease when he's home because he's sure it stresses you out a lot when he isn't. he ends up doing a lot around the house, even if nothing really needs to be done. like especially on longer stretches of being home, he would start home improvement projects if there was nothing to clean or help with. somehow, he always finishes them even if it's at the expense of a decent night's sleep

-he has a home office, but he does his best to only do work after you've gone to sleep/before you wake up if it's his day off (this man is always working :( even if he doesn't have a deadline)

-you don't usually go out on the town. it's exhausting travelling as much as he does, so he likes to feel like he has a real home base and spend a lot of time there

-definitely "lets" you win arguments, but he still thinks you're wrong lol

-he is a bath man. like he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the tub if he has the time for it. he likes salts that help with soreness and he likes when you take them together so you can just talk about your day

-if you were part of something like a book club/knitting group/something where other women get together and do granny activities, erwin loves when you host. he is making cocktails/tea and hanging out with you all to get the latest gossip. he doesn't like to interact with too many of his coworkers bc he doesn't want to get attached lmao, but he loves knowing the neighborhood tea

-"ingrid, waiting for him to come to his senses is a waste of your time. you deserve someone who respects you." (needless to say, everyone loves him.)

-because of stuff like this, you aren't exactly secretly married. like your family and friends all know that you are married to the scouts' commander, they just know better than to run their mouth about it. erwin just never talks about his personal life at work

-his section commanders all know, but they were all super shocked to find out. everyone would have been up late working on a plan or something and he finally tells them to go home. someone would have asked a last minute question and he's like, "tomorrow. i'm late for dinner." and hange is the only one bold enough to be like, "haha, you got a secret wife or something?" and he just raises a thick eyebrow like "my wife isn't a secret."

-everyone was shook and waited for him to leave to talk about it and try to figure out the lore

-levi found out later, awhile after he joined the scouts when he heard everyone gossiping about you two. he pretended he didn't care but the man was shocked

-you might meet a few section commanders/captains over the years by picking him up at work for a date or eating lunch with him in his office when he's in the capital, but the introduction is always brief and it's never long enough for you to get to know anyone

-any day that you plan to visit him at work, he calls miche into his office beforehand and tells him that he's not allowed to sniff you in the event that you meet

-when erwin loses his arm and levi finds out, he's obviously pissed that he couldn't have been there to help, but all he ends up saying at first is "sucks for the mrs."

-when erwin comes home for the first time after this, he almost feels embarrassed that he can't be doing things on his own, and terrible that he can't do things for you like usual. tbh, he'd ve kind of aloof at first bc mans is avoidant, so you'd have to show him that you're not throwing in the towel

-it's a massive moment of vulnerability for him when you help him out with things that used to be second nature, like buttoning his shirt and writing. however, he spends a lot of time at home while he's healing and although there are some moments of tension, you grow together a lot

-hange would offhandedly mention you at the beginning of the events of season 3, like half joking and half curious. "you think erwin's wife is gonna leave him? he lost an arm and now he's in prison. that's gotta test the ol' vows."

-levi would glare at them in utter disbelief like ?? "honestly, shitty glasses. where do you get the nerve?" and sasha and connie would overhear and look at each other and just go off the rails trying to piece it all together, like trying to figure out if they missed signs or smth

-levi squad uses this as a distraction from the horrors of humanity within the walls :D

-overall, erwin values you and your relationship above any other relationship he has. he wants to protect you from getting attached to his coworkers because it's bad enough that you fell in love in the first place. he considers your relationship the most selfish and self indulgent thing he's taken part in, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse because you're impossible not to love and he wants you waiting for him when he gets home

#erwin fluff #erwin x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #aot headcanon #erwin smith headcanons

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immajustvibehere · 1 year

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Spark (5/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 5 summary: You get injured in a bar fight and quickly need someone's help. Arthur seems to be the only one available.

warnings: scars, wounds, needles, talk about abuse

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first chapter, second chapter, third chapter, fourth chapter

3300 words, 17 minutes reading time

To say that Arthur and you had become best friends was a bit of a stretch, but your bickering had become teasing banter by now.

It didn't take long until the gang had settled in at Clemens’s Point. Two weeks after the move, a handful of you decided to head for the saloon. Since the initial phase of setting up camp and finding a new role to play in this part of the country had ended, most of you just wanted to unwind for the night. Sean and Lenny had gone ahead and most of you joked that you'd find them shit-faced by the time you'd arrive. And sure enough, as soon as Arthur, Micah, Bill, Karen and you entered the saloon, you saw the two boys giggling at a table with some women.

All of you were having a good time. Time passed quickly and the group split up after drinking a couple of rounds together. Arthur had gone upstairs to ‘waste some money’ (as Micah had mocked him) playing Blackjack, Karen left with some fella, and you were stuck with Sean, who was talking nonsense. After a couple more shots, the smell of sweat and strong whiskey stopped to bother you, you were in for a fun night. The later the hour, the fuller the saloon. The floor was covered with the red dust from the street and the mood improved tremendously when someone started to play the piano.

Arthur had downed a couple of bottles of beer, filling him with reckless courage. It was just enough to feel tipsy and be braver when it came to betting on the Blackjack table, not enough to be a complete fool but make somewhat decent decisions. The last time he had seen you and the rest of the company, you were at the bar, drinking and laughing. He didn't know that by now, you were there alone, fighting off man by man that dared to make crude advances towards you.

"Care for a dance, Miss?", the man was suddenly so close, you almost jumped. He reeked of alcohol and his shirt was stained with bits of food and drink.

"I'm good thanks", you replied briefly, an annoyed tone in your voice. He would run off as quickly as the others, you thought, but you were wrong.

"C'mon I ain't asking for much", suddenly his sweaty hand was on your arm and as he attempted to pull you closer to some free dancing floor in the middle of the saloon. You kicked him strong enough to loosen the grip. The heat had become stifling and though your judgement was clouded, you felt the tension in the air. The movements in the saloon, the coughs, the cigarette smoke... You were drunk, a bit too drunk for that sort of confrontation.

"Get your crusty hands off of me!", you yelled. And already, you had a small group forming around you. They knew that this was going to become a fight.

"Why-", the man started with a grin, ready to drop a snarky remark.

"'cause I'll cut your damn balls off if you touch me again!", and because you let your hand hover over your knife, out of habit and sense of protection, your opponent saw it as an invitation and pulled out his hunting knife before you even had a chance to calm the situation. Not that you would have wanted to. You were boiling with rage by now.

Someone shoved you closer to your opponent and in the blink of an eye, the brawl was on. You were still fumbling for your knife when you had to dodge the first attack. As if being drunk didn't make it hard enough, the other bystanders weren’t content with just watching and cheering. You were constantly pushed by mostly drunk men in boots and sweaty shirts, who found it exhilarating to see two people fight for their lives. Hell - seeing a woman fight.

After he had landed a punch in your face, your focus was shattered and replaced by white-hot rage. It was only a matter of pure instinct, of fighting to survive. You stumbled backwards, still lashing out with your fist and knife as if for some reason you were hoping to do any damage that way. Your vision kept going black and you slipped on the dirty floor. Flashes of colour and movement intermingled with the cheering crowd and your screaming.

You couldn't tell how long it kept going, but you knew it was over when you felt something slice through your abdomen. Then, all of a sudden, you crouched on the floor face down and had to work hard to sit up. Not much time could have passed because...? You weren't sure. Nobody pretended like there was a fight anymore, but when your hand felt for the wet fabric of your shirt that was bothering you, it only felt slick blood.

"Shit...", as your eyes roamed the saloon, you found no familiar faces. You heaved yourself up the stairs in the hope of finding the only man who you knew was somewhat capable of helping you. You released a shaky breath as you saw Arthur's hat. He had his back turned towards you as he still sat at the Blackjack table. With all the strength you could muster, you stood up and stumbled closer.

"Morgan?", you tried to sound firm, but at this point you were fighting against losing consciousness.

"Not now. I got a good hand", Arthur stared down at his Blackjack in front of him, impatiently waiting for the rest of the players to make their moves, betting on the chance that he would be the only one with a blackjack in this round.

"Arthur-", you tried again, but he ignored you. It was only when the dealer halted to look at you that Arthur turned around, pissed for the intrusion.

"I said: Not now god damnit!", Arthur had barely finished scolding you when his eyes got big at the blood soaking your shirt at your side. Then he scrambled to his feet, as if someone had poked him with a hot iron.

"What happened?", he asked, approaching you quickly.

"I lost a fight", you grunted.

Arthur carefully peeled your hand away from the wound to assess the damage: "We gotta get ya to a doctor."

"No! No doctor."

"That wasn't a suggestion, y/n", Arthur stated firmly.

"Please", you whined, "You can manage that, can't you?"

Arthur looked you up and down before he offered an arm for support and led you down the stairs: "Where are the others? Where's Karen?"

"Went off a while ago."

"Micah?"

"I have no fucking clue."

"Len-", Arthur started but you interrupted him by yelling, "I don't fucking know!"

"Christ, calm down woman", Arthur demanded in a harsh tone. He was stressed. He would have much preferred to have Miss Grimshaw here to look after you. Suddenly, your vision went black and you missed the last step of the flight of stairs. Arthur was there to catch you and quickly picked you up into his arms. At this point, you were too weak to protest.

Arthur hurried to the bar.

"Got a free room?"

He felt his blood pressure rise as he watched the bartender lazily scanning his book for a free register.

"2b", he finally said, and Arthur released his breath, "But if you get it dirty you pay the cleaning fee!"

"Sure", Arthur mumbled with his back already turned towards the bartender and hurrying off to the room.

"Have you got something on you to stitch you up? Some first aid kit?", Arthur asked while he struggled to open the door to the room with you in his arms.

You only shook your head.

"What? Not even on your horse?!", Arthur seemed perplexed at you confession. He lowered you onto the bed, surprisingly carefully.

"No", you grunted. You rested on your side with the deep cut on top to give Arthur better access. Your hands were still clutching the wound through the shirt.

"Why?!", Arthur asked befuddled. If he asked stupid questions to annoy or play with you - you weren't having it. You fought for your dear life to not pass out. The truth was, Arthur was just damn apprehensive. Helplessly and distressed he looked around in the room before he took a breath and squatted next to the bed.

"'mkay let me have a proper look at it", he mumbled with a sigh. You felt like you couldn't move at all, but the man seemed to understand and carefully peeled your hands off, squeezing them lightly as he placed them where they wouldn't be in the way. Then he lifted your shirt, rolling it up high enough to have a good look at the wound.

You watched him in the corner of your eye, trying hard to make sense of his expression.

"I'll get the med kit from my horse", Arthur explained calmly, a concentrated and cold expression on his face. A whimper made him halt in the process of standing up.

Arthur wasn't sure if you had said something, but he thought he had seen your lips move.

"What?", he asked, looking down at you.

"Don't leave", you whispered in a shaky voice.

There was nobody in the world that could have convinced you that Arthur was going to come back. No, getting the med kit from his horse surely was an excuse to leave, to leave you here to slowly bleed out. Because if you were being honest, why should he help you? Nobody had ever helped you just for the sake of it.

Arthur thought that he had never seen you so pathetic. He had never dreamed about seeing you this desperate,...this dependent.

"You want me to stitch you up or not?", Arthur asked.

"You aren't coming back", you complained, totally sure of it.

"You might deserve to be left bleeding out, but that doesn't mean I'll let that happen", Arthur teased. When he saw you were in no constitution to take a joke, he went on: "I'm jus' joking...I'll be back before you count to twenty."

And with that said, he hurried out of the room. You closed your eyes, still not convinced that he'd be back...but you weren't sure if you had passed out for a minute or if you had just blinked real slowly, but when you opened your eyes again, Arthur was right there in front of you, moving and shoving your body to get you into a good position.

"Ya can't read, can't count. Hell, I'm wondering if ya have something in that brain of yours worth savin’", Arthur smirked when he finally had you the position he needed you.

Though his words were harsh and teasing, he didn't handle you like that at all. When he cut open the shirt that was covering parts of your wound, he was nothing but gentle, careful to not have his cold blade touch your skin or yank on your shirt. With half-lidded eyes you watched as he went to wash his hands in the little water bowl on the table and then soaked a towel fresh in alcohol.

"This gonna hurt a little. Won't be the worst part, though", Arthur warned before he started to clean your wound. You answered with some painful huffs. When you groaned as he poured some alcohol on it, staining the already red coloured bed sheet he mumbled a: "Don't start enjoyin' this too much."

You grinded your teeth, hissing: "Like I want your dirty hands on me!"

"I can always stop if ya'd prefer that, Missy", he said, briefly stopping his actions, though the burn of the alcohol still lingered.

"Fuck you, Morgan", you groaned.

"Besides, my hands are now cleaner than I've ever seen yours so why don't ya shut up", Arthur stated, concentrating on getting the needle and thread out.

He had a point. Your hands were dirty most of the time, but not because you didn't wash them. Because you were hard working. As soon as you had gutted an animal for Pearson, you'd be called to search for herbs around camp. Then you played with Jack in the mud and later cared for your horse’s coat. Admittedly, your hands were in a particularly rough state at the moment. Bloody from holding your stomach and bruised from hitting your opponent. For a brief second you wondered how he had ended up and if you had caused some damage.

Arthur's hands were...warm, you noticed. One of his hands rested on your hip to keep you steady, though you hadn't moved in a while, the other one held the needle. There was no reason for his hand resting there, it just did. It grounded you. It made your breathing calm down. And besides the pain and anxiety being overwhelming, you still felt it.

"Listen, I'm gonna start now. Uhm- you got a bandana on you?", he asked as he scanned your clothes, finding none. You managed to shake your head weakly.

Arthur put down the needle. Then you felt his hand leave your body, what remained was a warm spot on your skin that quickly cooled down. You watched as Arthur took the bandana off which had been around your neck.

"Ya need something to bite on", Arthur explained and makes a little ball of the fabric.

"As if I'm not suffering enough, now I gotta choke on your sweat too", you whispered complainingly.

"Trust me, it's better than biting your lip...", Arthur considered for a second. Your lip was already fucked up, apparently the gentleman you were fighting with had landed a good blow, but he chose to ignore that: "Don't ya worry, I'm not thrilled about you drooling all over it too."

And with that you opened your mouth willingly for him to place the bandana in, still lying on your hands.

"This gonna hurt but ya keep still", Arthur stated matter-of factly. If Arthur had felt the effects of the alcohol while he was spending money gambling, he felt more than sober now. All of his skill and concentration was required, and he was relived his body was doing its part to make that happen when he finally poked the needle through your skin.

The pain was excruciating, a white-hot agony that seemed to spread from the wound to every nerve in your body. As the needle pierced your skin, you were glad you had some fabric between your teeth or you would have surely gritted them hard enough to make them shatter.

You were only half-conscious, the whiskey you'd been drinking earlier seemed to have left you completely, doing little to dull the pain. You felt the blood trickling down your skin, your sweat that poured off your forehead blurring your vision even more than the pain already did.

All you heard was Arthur. You couldn't make out a single word he was saying. Your mind blurred everything around you. But you understood his gentle tone. His hands moved swiftly and carefully. When you dared to look down, you saw them working with precision, as if he had done it a hundred times before. And he probably had.

"Ya know yer damn stupid for not having at least some bandages on you", suddenly his voice wasn't that gentle anymore, and suddenly your mind decided to let you understand him again.

"Why would ya do that? You know in this line of work...", Arthur went on and looked at you for a moment while you were glaring back at him. His eyes were telling a whole god damn story, a story you were to knocked out to decipher.

"You look like shit", he said friendly. He knew you couldn't talk back, you couldn't fight back, hell, you wouldn't even complain because he was in the process of saving your life. You threw your head back in protest, rolling your eyes as another piercing pain spread through your body.

It was a slow and painstaking process, each stitch feeling like an eternity of agony. You could feel yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision turning black as your body tried to escape the pain. And then you felt a hand lightly slapping your cheek.

"I'd like that back", Arthur murmured as he waited for you to open your mouth more so he could pull the bandana out. When he held it between two fingers, you smiled tiredly. Him complaining about your saliva while his hands were covered in your blood was somewhat ironic, enough to make your lips curl into a smile. Then suddenly, your face dropped.

"I don't want to die", you whispered hoarsely.

"I'm afraid you'll make it", Arthur answered. He takes a wet but clean end of the towel to gently wipe your face, cleaning it from sweat and blood.

"Yer an idiot for going around and starting fights you can't win", Arthur said as he stood up to wash his hands.

"Well I thought I'd win", you answered weakly. Breathing out and feeling the pain it caused in your abdomen.

"I always knew you had a terrible sense of judgement", he chuckled.

It was surprising that after he had cleaned his hands he came back. He slowly sat on the bed next to you and his hand rested on your back. You felt him drawing small circles with his fingers. It was quiet in the room, besides your heavy breathing and the bustling saloon behind the door.

Arthur halted when his fingers felt a scar on your back. You couldn't stop him from leaning back and looking.

"Jesus...y/n", he commented. You sighed.

Your back was full of scars and old wounds, you knew that. Arthur hadn't known, obviously, only a few people really knew about this.

"What are those?", he asked. His hands intriguingly wandered all over your back which was scattered with small burn marks and scars. They weren't particularly huge or nasty, but they were there.

"You try growing up as a girl in the Bell family", you murmured with half-closed eyes staring into the nothingness of the room.

"Ya tellin' me that Micah-"

"Some of them. But they are old. Doesn't matter", you stated briefly, "besides, I now got a new one to worry about."

It came in waves, the pain. Just after you had said your last sentence, you thought you’d finally drift off to sleep, but then it shoots through your body and almost makes you scream in agony. Arthur’s hand took your smaller, beaten up ones, held it tightly and mumbled: “It’s gonna be okay.”

You knew you didn’t deserve this. Arthur sat there like the babysitter you had always mocked him not to be, and yet he wiped your face ever so often to get rid of the sweat and tears which you couldn’t stop from forming in the corner of your eyes and rolling over your cheek.

“Why are you still here?”, you managed to ask after a while of fighting another wave of pain off.

“Jus’ checking if ya make it through the next hour”, Arthur answered sarcastically. He knew he’d never see the end of it if you caught on to the fact that Arthur had felt an unusual strong fear of losing you. A couple of weeks ago, when the two of you had fought, he had felt guilty for sending you away and was glad to find out you hadn't wandered off, but this was different. You had almost died…in his care.

The man swallowed as he observed you. Your eyes were now closed and your chest barely moved with your weak breathing. He had never thought when he first met you, that you could be this fragile and vulnerable. You would slap him for even thinking that, Arthur thought and smiled at the thought. He wanted to be there for you, to protect you.

"'Course...why the one who'd draw on me for feelin' like that...", he mumbled to himself.

So he’d sit there for a while and hold your hand, check your breathing ever so often and hope that some of the colour would return to your face.

The next morning you would wake up alone in the blood-stained bed. And someone would knock and come in to collect you – Miss Grimshaw and Charles. And you’ll find that all the expenses have been paid and that Miss Grimshaw was perfectly filled in on the happenings of last night, so she kept scolding you while you had not enough stregth to fight Charles carrying you to the wagon they had brought. But your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

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vimara00 · 1 year

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The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

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aralezinspace · 1 year

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Songs in the Dark

Requested by anonymous: Morpheus x reader where they have broken up and he watches from afar? Reader doesn't notice him until they're singing a heartbreak song and doesn't break eye contact with him to make sure he knows just how much they're hurting

A/N: ... I made myself cry writing this one. Hurt no comfort kind of, mostly pining and longing, feels galore. I try to keep my SFW reader inserts gender ambiguous, so for the song at the end here's Frank Sinatra's version for the masc aligned folks and Bette Midler's version for the femme aligned folks cuz everyone deserves a chance to have Dream pining for them tagging @fangirlmary this is also totally My Kind Of Shit, I'm a musical theater actor so if anyone wants to hear me sing this to morpheus hit me up i'll make a vid xD

~~Requests for Morpheus and the Doctor (9-13) are open!~~

You should have told them no. There was no way you could do this. How in the hell were you supposed to sing when your throat was clenched so tightly around tears and sobs you could barely talk? Either way, ten minutes before your first two songs was too late to pull out.

You drank some water and let out a shuddering breath. The stage manager knocked on the door to the greenroom and murmured, “Y/N, you’re on in five.”

“Thank you five,” you choked back, giving him a nod. You took another sip of water and tossed the bottle back in your bag. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure your face and hair were performance ready- they were, even if your face was a little pale.

You stared your reflection down and took a few more deep breaths. “Okay,” you told yourself, “We’re gonna get through these four songs, give ‘em a good show, then you can go home and cry over ice cream and a sappy movie. You can do this.” The last bit didn’t sound convincing at all.

The stage manager returned. “Y/N, you’re on deck, we’re ready in the wings.”

“Thank you on deck.” One more deep breath and you followed the stage manager up the narrow stairs to stage level. Another singer gave you a quick smile as she passed you on her way back to the greenroom.

A shiver ran down your spine at the change in temperature when you got into the wings, ears filled with piano music and the man currently singing on stage. Your mind slipped into that fuzzy yet focused state you found yourself in when performing. You know the words. Don't think, just do. You heard the audience applaud at the end of the song, sounded like a decent sized crowd. You took another deep breath and shook the numbness out of your fingers.

The man who was just singing gave you a thumbs up as he walked off the stage and the announcer started to introduce you. There was another round of applause when your name was announced; you willed your legs to carry you forward onto the stage.

The heat of the spotlights instantly warmed and half-blinded you. Combined with the dim lights at the back of the room, most of the audience was only visible as shapeless forms in various shades of black You could almost pick out some facial features of the people sitting in the back as you approached the standing mic and gave the pianist a nod.

You took a steadying breath as you heard the first chords of the song. Everything seemed to fall away, there was nothing in the world except for you, the piano, and the microphone. Your eyes softly fell shut for just a moment. You took another breath, pulling air all the way into the bottom of your lungs, supported by your diaphragm. The first words were already half formed in your mouth. Your eyes eased open.

And then you saw him.

At first, he appeared to be a cool black, vaguely person-shaped blob, much like the rest of the audience. He had situated himself against the back wall, dead center stage. The details sharpened as your eyes once again adjusted to the spotlights: the tufts of midnight hair you knew were softer than the finest cashmere; the pale skin that appeared to shimmer with starlight if you looked long and hard enough; the faint, almost imperceptible glow from the flames and stars of his cloak. That glow almost seemed a trick of the spotlights, but you knew better.

It was a testament to your skill that you kept singing as if nothing was amiss, as if your ancient, eldritch former boyfriend wasn’t burning holes into the core of your being with the intensity of his stare. Your knees almost gave out, and you tried to make your death grip on the microphone stand part of the emotion the song was trying to convey.

Also to your credit, you refused to break eye contact, staring down those black pits that would have been utterly soulless if not for the tiniest glimmer of light.

Your mind wandered during the short piano interlude. Why was he here, looking as if he were about to explode into shadows and dissolve into sand at the same time? Why did he seem so… hurt? After all, he was the one who did the breaking up- his version of “it’s not you, it’s me,” Endless and mortals cannot be together, it always ends in ruin. The fact that you were willing to risk ruin, willing to prove the universe and the stories wrong was utterly ignored, never mind how strong and deep your love for each other was. I'm sorry Y/N, my light. My heart. His choked, gruff words echoed in your mind, quickly replaced by the next lyrics.

The song you were singing was playful and flirty, but you knew the next one was much more melancholy, full of longing and empty sadness. You hit the last note and held it perfectly, lips twitching into a small, pride-filled smile as the audience broke into applause. When it died down, you gave the pianist another nod and he started your next song.

When you had first agreed to perform at this cabaret, you had picked this song for no reason other than the vibes; a melancholy, jazzy piece was right at home among the velvet chairs and faint cigarette smoke. The meter of the song was straightforward, but the nature of the lyrics left lots of room for variation.

~I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you, come rain or come shine. High as a mountain, deep as a river, come rain or come shine.~

You felt the barely healed cracks in your heart start to fissure. The hurt, the love, the wistful, melancholic longing, the strength of your faith in the two of you together, Morpheus could see it all on your trembling face, in your sparkling, watery eyes. Could hear it in every crooning note, every word you sang.

~I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things. But don't ever bet me, cause I'm gonna be true if you let me.~

Now it was you staring burning holes into him. Dream could feel the stubborn determination in your gaze pierce him through skin and bone, all the way to his heart and soul. He barely breathed, not wanting to disturb a single atom of the room while you poured your heart into the song.

The rest of the world disappeared; to Morpheus it was just you and him in that darkened room, a single spotlight illuminating your form, the accompaniment lightly riding the air. You were singing to him, no one else. Your eyes hadn’t left his for a second.

~You're gonna love me, like nobody's loved me, come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together, and won't it be fine.~

Your gaze turned sad and knowing, even as a quivering smile stretched your lips. Dream knew in the depths of his being that you were right. No matter what the universe did or didn’t do, his heart would always belong to you. And that was why he had to end it. If you perished, surely, so would he.

~Days may be cloudy, or sunny. We're in, or we're out, of the money.~

Again, that love and passion fueled fire filled your eyes. These weren’t Harold Arlen’s lyrics anymore: they were a declaration of your unfading love. You meant every word, and they were for him alone.

~But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine.~

Morpheus was filled with so many emotions swirling like a storm he could barely name them all: shame, love, pride, adoration, longing, the sweetest, deepest hurt.

The piano slowed, gently pulling the chords from the keys, giving you the freedom to sing the last words as your heart dictated, not the sheet music. Faint flashes of silver flickered to life in his eyes when he saw a solitary tear roll down your cheek, heard the shakiness of your breath as you sang the last phrase:

~Rain or shine~

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Hi, I'm sorry in advance if my English is too bad. Can we talk about ksu? Because it seems so wrong and disgusting to me, this ship is just a sidekick for Borusara, which is created by their hatred of Sumire and hate her love Boruto

Nah your english is fine, atleast well enough for me to understand you.

But yea lets talk about Ksu, because its the most disigenuous ship of the entire new gen out done ONLY by KawaAda, which is purely out of hatred for Kawaki but we'll just talk about Ksu for now.

Ksu was seen coming a mile away as soon as it was revealed she would be his caretaker, hell just from the leaks dropping of that panel of her tending to him with Katasuke we already knew the agenda was gonna start, why? not because of the usual ppl shipping things as soon as theres interaction but because they saw a perfect opportunity to keep Kawaki and Sumire away from BoruSara, it worked out perfectly because they get to kill two birds with one stone, keep Sumire away from Boruto and Kawaki away from Sarada, and what better way to do that than to shove them together? it was so obvious.

Lemme tell you I watched in REAL TIME an instagram acc that made OCs of the new gens kids and one was an KawaHima child alongside BoruSara, but as SOON as that panel dropped all the content with the KawaHima kid disappeared and all of a sudden was replaced with a KawaSumi kid instead. It was so so obvious what the agenda was and I can tell you as an eye witness just how fake they all are when it comes to Kawaki ships that they try to pretend is 'genuine' when its really playing keep away.

I saw in real time ppl start shipping MitsuSumi to keep Sumire away from Boruto, but when their interactions became scarce and they saw Kawaki building somewhat of a bond with Hima they jumped ship to KawaHima instead to keep him away from Sarada, but when their relationship became heavily sibling like they got quiet but still lowkey pushed it until they saw that panel of Kawaki and Sumire and thats when they finally found the perfect keep away ship that gets rid of them both at the same time and they've been clingin to that ship with their lives ever since because for once FINALLY they found a keep away ship that has a decent amount of interactions to 'possibly' have a chance unlike the others.

But dont get it twisted because they dont have total faith in KawaSumi either, the reason being because they themselves know that when girls fall inlove in the Narutoverse they STAY inlove and dont move on, and because Sumire loves Boruto they know odds are she'll keep being an obstacle for BoruSara, thats where KawaAda comes in, because since Sumire isnt a 100% garuntee to keep Kawaki away their backup plan is Ada who actually DOES like him and isnt movin on anytime soon.

So on the 50/50 chance Sumire doesnt move on to Kawaki, they have Ada to fall back on atleast to remove Kawaki.

They have tried to lie about these facts whenever anyone called them out on it and claimed 'oh its not keep away ships we just can see the obvious endgame ships being set up unlike yall' and of course their usual deflection 'yall only ship KawaSara because you hate Boruto' which is really just projecting because they only ship KawaSumi/KawaAda because they hate Kawaki, some Sumire too, but they claim its the other way around to try to take the spotlight off of them because they KNOW their the ones really hate shipping.

Lets not forget how they play down Sumire's feelings as 'just a crush' but paint Sarada's as 'true love' even though only one of them have confirmed romantic feelings and it isnt Sarada, Sumire's love is described with the same kanji as Sakura's for Sasuke, and unless you gonna try and argue Sakura's feelings were also just a crush then your either in denial or just a complete dumbass.

People WANT her feelings to be just a crush because then they can push the agenda that she'll move on like Ino, who was the only girl who actually only had a crush on Sasuke and not actual love and had feelings for another guy as well. However ALL the girls who loved ONE guy and ONLY one guy and were NEVER shown to have feelings or interest in anyone else all stayed devoted to the ONE man they loved whether their feelings were returned or not or even if they died, they STAYED inlove with that one man and one man only.

This is why they need to deny Sumire's feelings so hard because its the only way to keep their ship safe, because acknowledging her feelings are genuine and real means she's never movin on which is what they want and what they NEED to feel secure in their shit ship that they fear to death of having any competition because despite being 5+ years, 200+ episodes, and 85+ chapters in they STILL havent gotten ANY confirmation of romantic feelings on either side and that scared tf outta them.

Meanwhile Sumire's feelings are crystal clear and reinforced multiple times to everyone who matters, Sarada, Kawaki, Katasuke, and Amado, all people a part of Boruto and Kawaki's inner circle. The fact that Sarada and Kawaki knows this really gets under their skin because that adds less of a possibility of either of them making a move, Kawaki doesnt care one way or another but even if there were a chance he'd consider it Sumire already killed it before it even had a chance to start which from then on made Kawaki not even think of it because he knows she likes Boruto, it'd be pointless to even look at her that way since he knows she'll never want him anyway and is literally only around him just to hear more about Boruto anyway which is an even bigger turn off from the idea, not that he ever considered it in the first place, but if he WERE to possibly consider it she nipped it in the bud before it could even happen by admitting to him right away that she liked Boruto.

As for Sarada shes even LESS likely to make any moves because Sumire is her friend, she came to her as a friend and asked her how she felt about Boruto and Sarada told her she didnt like him that way which is when Sumire felt comfortable telling Sarada about her feelings then since she wasnt a threat, so how grimey would it be for Sarada to be revealed to have lied when Sumire was trying to be open and honest with her as a friend, Sarada lies to her while secretly liking Boruto behind her back, and even worse, she continues getting closer and closer to him right infront of her face? and now even hugging him infront of her knowing how much shes loved and missed Boruto too? it'd be just like Kishimoto said about Sakura in the Pain arc, that if she suddenly fell for Naruto now after he became the hero of the village she'd look like a terrible woman.

Well the same applies to Sarada, for her to have lied and pretended not to like Boruto all this time after Sumire trusted her to of told her the truth, only to then stab her in the back by still getting closer and closer to him and then rubbing it in her face hugging him infront of her and being hugged back, and to add extra salt to the wound SHES the only one who gets credit for saving and remembering him because Boruto never knew Sumire was unaffected and on his side too, is nothing short of scummy.

Im not saying the hug is romantic or that Sumire is petty enough to be upset over a friend hugging her friend she aint seen in 3 years, Im talking about the PERCEPTION of it. Like Sakura could very well have moved on to Naruto after the Pain arc, especially with the events that happened at the 5 kage summit it would've been more than justified for her to give up on Sasuke and love the guy thats always been there for her since day one and loved her sincerely, but the PERCEPTION looks terrible because like I said she only loved him after he became a hero and then to make matters worse she completely gave up on Sasuke who she swore to help save and to have loved sincerely yet now she moves onto Naruto just cuz hes nice to her and Sasuke isnt, and the biggest issue being she KNOWS Hinata is inlove with Naruto since day one, thats her friend, so it would be beyond despicable for her to just step on Hinata and only think about herself.

Well the same applies to Sarada here, there isnt anything inherently wrong with her liking Boruto and trying to be with him despite Sumire also liking him but its the HOW thats grimey. If Sarada was upfront with Sumire when she asked and said yea I like Boruto and then Sumire was like ok well I like him too so lets both do our best and no hard feelings, then it wouldnt be an issue cuz their both on the same page and support eachother.

But that is not what happened, what happened is, lets for arguments sake say Sarada does love him, then she blatantly lied to Sumire and never told her the truth after learning how she felt, she kept her feelings secret from her which alone is foul play, but she doesnt even try to help or support Sumire in her feelings for him which yea she isnt obligated to do but again her keeping her feelings secret and then not even supporting Sumire just looks hella grimey like she doesnt want them to get closer and is glad shes the one who gets to spend the most time with him having the advantage over her.

To make it even uglier all their interactions up till that point take on a whole new shady meaning if you look at it with the assumption that Sarada loves him and lied to Sumire about it. Her running off to save Boruto because she 'cant stand back and do nothing' comes off like a sly jab at Sumire for being logical and staying behind, like 'you dont care for him like I do'.

Another scene that has an ugly meaning now is when she asks her dad to save Boruto, she takes in ALL this info from Sumire and yet doesnt relay any of it to Sasuke or mentions Sumire to him, she makes it seem as if this is all her figuring out and that he should 'just trust her' and save him, it literally wouldnt have taken up any extra time for her to say that Sumire thinks Ada caused some huge mass brainwashing to make Boruto everyones target instead of Kawaki, but now it just looks like she wanted all the credit for herself and purposefully left Sumire out.

Then comes the timeskip and its revealed that Sarada has just been bitching at Shikamaru and co for these past 3 years straight, 'fighting' for Borutos innocence and even comparing herself to Naruto who she couldnt be further from btw, the audacity to even compare her and Boruto with the Naruto and Sasuke situation is laughable. But whats ugly about this is that she's acting like 'ugh why wont anyone believe me?' and Sumire is just forced to be the level headed one and supress her feelings because Sarada can only think to talk about hers, so far we only see Sumire reaching out to HER more so than Sarada consulting her about anything.

Sumire is the one who plays along with Ada when Sarada nearly blows their cover being so insistent, and Sumire is the one who questions Amado to guage just how much he knows and reports to Sarada what she learned, but you dont see that same teamwork given back from Sarada.

Again none of this is inherently bad on its own, but if your gonna argue Sarada has been inlove with Boruto this whole time and has been lying to Sumire about it, then it makes all these scenes ugly because Sumire trusts her entirely and has been open and honest with her while Sarada has been deceitful. Sumire has been fighting just as hard for Boruto in her own way but from the looks of it only Sarada is gonna get credit for it given how Shikamaru overheard what Amado said and is probably thinking about how Sarada has been saying the same for 3 years straight.

That is just plain shitty and unfair to Sumire's character and all her efforts over the years as well, just because she remained calm and level headed doesnt mean she didnt care about Boruto just as much, and it danm sure doesnt mean she shouldnt get credit just because she hasnt been pointlessly screaming the same things over and over for 3 years straight and instead opted to do something productive instead, yet the only one who will get any credit for Boruto starting to be believed is gonna be Sarada, the same way only Sarada got thanked for saving his life even though she never would've budged if not for Sumire pushing her to act.

But thankfully Sarada isnt that kind of grimey character so none of that ugliness applies to her, so like I said, Sarada knowing about Sumire's feelings makes Sarada even MORE unlikely to consider a relationship because thats her friend who trusted her to be telling the truth, so how grimey would it be for her to still make moves knowing how Sumire feels? Sarada is a good person like her mother, she would NEVER see her friend truly inlove with someone and pursue them anyway behind their back, thats just not who they are.

This is why Kawaki and Sarada knowing Sumire's feelings scares them to death because they know that makes it less likely for them to stand in her way, Kawaki has 0 self worth already so theres no way he would try to snag a girl from his brother when he doesnt even feel he deserves love in the first place and places Boruto on a way higher pedastal than himself so he'd never try to interfere in his romance. Sarada is good friends with Sumire so she'd never lie and go behind her back knowing how she feels about Boruto, Sarada would sooner sacrifice her own feelings than to hurt Sumire like that when she sees how much she truly loves him.

The part that scares them the most about this is that Kawaki doesnt have this same knowledge about Sarada, unlike Sumire who he does know likes Boruto, Kawaki has never noticed any signs of Sarada liking him so from his perspective the two of them are just friends/teammates, which is a huge problem for KawaSara antis because theres nothing holding them back from developing romantic feelings for eachother like there is for Sumire. From Kawaki's perspective Sarada doesnt have anyone she likes, so theres no reason for him to stop himself from falling for her, same way from Sarada's perspective Kawaki doesnt have anyone he likes either, so theres no reason for her to hold back developing feelings for him either. That fact scares them more than you'll ever know cuz they'll never say it but they dont have to, their actions and arguments speak for themselves.

This applies to Boruto too btw, because by him not knowing anyone elses feelings and having no confirmed feelings of his own yet, that leaves him open for anyone atp, as long as hes unaware of anyones feelings then theres nothing holding him back from falling for either girl or someone else entirely.

This is why they NEED Sumire to move on, its the only way they can truly feel safe from any threat she could possibly pose, especially since after chapter 5 Boruto is finally about to find out Sumire is unaffected too and theres no telling how their reunions gonna go which probably has them on edge too not knowing how Boruto is going to react to knowing shes been on his side too all this time.

What scared them even more is that we still dont know how her relationship with Kawaki is atp, they were hoping that Sumire 'pretended' to like Kawaki all this time to keep them being unaffected a secret, but once it was revealed Sarada and Sumire did NOT keep their cover now their just hoping that the two of them got closer over the years as shes been taking care of him this whole time even tho Kawaki only sees her at the lab for a quick routine checkup and then leaves immediately because he cant stand Amado, Sumire never once has gone after or approach Kawaki outside of the lab so why would that change now? especially knowing what hes done to Boruto? but they NEED that to be the case so they can continue to push the 'Kawaki treats her better than any other girl' agenda and that they had positive 'development' while KawaSara's is negative and that Boruto and Sumire dont interact enough for there to really be a bond, even though NH only had 38 pages of interaction, SaiIno only had 2 interactions/moments in the entire manga, and ChoKarui had 0, this is the most laziest and desperate argument they use against BoruSumi as if ships havent happened with far less in this series, now all of a sudden Boruto has 'standards' and only goes with the ships with the most interactions rather than the ships with actual romantic development and confirmation.

BoruSara and KawaSumi are blatantly and completely platonic, there is nothing romantic from either side for either ship, period, ship bait scenes like Sumire, Ada, and Mitsuki asking Sarada how she feels about Boruto is not confirmation if she seriously denies it or doesnt respond at all, its not the same as Kawaki asking Sumire how she feels about Boruto and Sumire confirming she infact does, there is absolutely NO reason for Sarada to be asked 3 times and not a single one does she admit that yea she likes him. It doesnt matter if her and Sumire are both confirmed to like Boruto because its still up to Boruto in the end who he chooses, it doesnt ruin the suspense because the same was done with Sakura and Karin and NOTHING changed because it was up to SASUKE who he chose to be with in the end. So there is literally NO excuse for why Sarada's feelings havent been confirmed in 85+ chapters yet UNLESS she just doesnt have feelings for him, point blank.

So yea bottom like KawaSumi is a disgusting pathetic excuse for a keep away ship that thrives purely off headcanon rather than actual canon material. Just because she's his caretaker doesnt mean shes gonna develop feelings for him, nor that the two are gonna develop a bond, their relationship is purely business as Kawaki stated himself that he doesnt care how she feels as long as she does her job and refers to her as Katasuke's assistant. People make a big deal about him being the only one to call her by name despite it literally making no sense for him to call her anything else because she was never his class rep, so its stupid to even use that as some sort of proof of closeness or whatever.

Im not acknowledging those terrible contradicting Ksu episodes because they completely contradict the manga entirely and its been more than proven atp that not everything in the anime is canon despite the lie that was told in the beginning, just take Sarada being a chunin with 2 tomoe for example while shes a genin with 3 tomoe in the manga since the Boro fight and now an MS. The fact that Ikemoto kept up with the anime every week yet only ever acknowledged Sumire and the mist arc says all you need to know about these so called 'anime canon' episodes.

There was a whole Mitsuki arc about Boruto and Sarada finding out he was a clone while in the manga Mitsuki just made an comment on it to Katasuke and thats how Boruto and Sarada found out, same goes for Kawaki being made an official genin and gone on several missions while in the manga Kawaki never became an official ninja, there are so many instances where the anime blatantly contradicts the manga that theres no way you can consider them both canon in its entirety.

If Ikemoto wanted to reference anything from the anime he would have like his did Sumire and the mist arc, and yet theres been radio silence for anything anime only related since then unless you wanna count Code's hair being red and Mugino getting more development in the anime so his death would have more weight, neither of which was any groundbreaking inclusions, not even getting more context on how Ao survived really mattered because the guy literally dies in the exact same arc hes revealed to be alive in so who gives af? why did we need context for him and some rando Mugino only introduced to die in that very same arc? what did we gain from that? nothing. The 'How you use it' lesson was already being taught through Katasuke and co, Ao was not needed for that lesson to be learned and if he was removed nothing would change, and Mugino in both the anime and manga really had no substantial impact other than some temporary sad feels and then moved on like he never existed, him having added 'depth' when he was doomed to die early on and forgotten was a complete and utter waste of time that again if you removed him nothing would change because nothing really came from his death or his inclusion.

So yea I dont count the entire anime as canon because theres way too many contradictions, and even the few things they expand on doesnt really add much or was pointless anyway because it leads to nothing, its all in the moment and then forgotten about, its nothing like the land of waves arc with Zabuza and Haku who had a long term substantial impact on both the story and team 7, Ao was forgettable and pointless whose death had no meaning, same for Mugino, and Shojoji, all forgettable pointless villains from mediocre arcs with minimal to no substantial impact on any of the characters or story, the most you can argue Shojoji did was foreshadow Kara, which didnt need him anyway since we were shown Kara having a conversation anyway, that was the forshadowing right there. What did we really need the Mujina bandits for? just for Boruto to have a pitiful Naruto and Konohamaru rip off? which btw the whole thing with Tento also was completely pointless because best believe he is NEVER appearing in the story again.

I could go on and on but you get the point, the anime is a clown show 99% of the time so I dont take half these arcs seriously and I danm sure dont take those Ksu episodes seriously either because they contradict EVERYTHING that happened in the manga.

Naruto was the first person to care about and vouch for Kawaki, not Sumire, nor did he need anyone to 'beg' and 'convince' him to have mercy on him

Naruto was the first person to greet Kawaki when he was brought back to the village and assured him that he was safe, not Kawaki waking up alone in a locked room with his hands binded and being knocked out with gas when he tried to escape, he also wasnt shot with fire multiple times by the police force or nearly had his arm bit off by Nue who till this day has YET to make a single appearance in the manga but sure go off SP

Naruto [and Kurama] was the ones who opened up and related to Kawaki about Narutos past and compared Kawaki to Naruto, not Sumire with her 'Hes just like me' bs that couldnt be further from the truth and never once been stated in the manga

Kawaki's fear of needles was showcased when he ACTUALLY first interacted with Sumire at the hospital where he rejected it, he does not get over that fear until much later after the Isshiki fight and much development with Naruto and team 7, but in the anime Kawaki gets over his fear of needles the same episode he rejects it

In the manga Boruto was pissed at Kawaki because he broke Himas vase accidentally when trying to escape, in the anime Boruto is pissed at him because he attacked Sumire and then stupidly changed Kawaki breaking the vase from being accidental while trying to escape, to being him just lashing out and smashing the table cuz Boruto pissed him off. All cuz they didnt allow Naruto to assert dominance to get Kawaki to stop running away and instead just made Boruto needlessly hostile towards Kawaki over Sumire [which again never happened in the manga] and then Kawaki breaking the vase cuz he just lashed out in anger rather than him trying to escape like in the manga.

Nobody else besides KawaSumi shippers acknowledges those episodes for obvious reasons, but the hilarious part about it is that SP realized they fked up when they saw the manga didnt support anything they set up and went a completely opposite direction so they just pretended those episodes didnt even exist and never happened and didnt let them interact again until they began adapting actual manga content again, which is hilarious because I cant tell you how many Ksu fans were hypin up how Sumire and Kawaki were gonna have way more development and that this or that arc was gonna include her etc and nothing happened lol

These are just a handful of their foolishness but you get the point, none of this came to fruition like they thought it would and yet they were all so cocky and calling other fandoms with sense enough to see their relationship was never gonna be anything more than caretaker and patient ended up getting slapped in the face.

That stupid ending of Kawaki and Sumire standing near bamboo lead to nothing, it was just random shots like one of the replies said because believe it or not, not every anime opening/ending is symbolic of anything canon or gonna happen, just look at that one ice monster opening with the sand trio that NEVER happened. Some openings/endings really are just visuals and have no other meaning beyond that, the bamboo thing was one prime example of that.

People clung to that bamboo symbolism with their lives because of her name forgetting her name isnt even really Kakei, she changed it to go undercover to attack the leaf, her real name is Shigaraki which essentially means death but you'll never see them acknowledge that fact cuz it pokes a hole in their whole ridiculous theory

Like they are actually deadass about the name thing even though its never a canon thing thats brought up anywhere. Sumire's primary symbolism is the flower shes named after, violet, which in hanakotoba means 'sincerity' which is a clear reference to her character and her love for Boruto as being 'sincere', blowing their whole 'its just a crush' argument out of the water.

Then theres the ridiculousness of making the connection between Kawaki's name meaning dry and Sumires surname meaning bamboo shoot like whats used to carry water which is just...just so stupid for so many reasons because again, the connection between Sumire and bamboo is never even addressed in any canon material, not only that but if they want to make the connection then they need to not half step and tell the whole true about the ACTUAL symbolism of bamboo.

Long story short, literally the meaning of her name they cling to so much is about SUMIRE'S character, nothing to do with Kawaki, even its connection to Kaguya-hime is a reference to Sumire's Gozu tennou and Nue being connected to Kaguya. The bamboo is symbolic of strength, simplicity and prosperity all of which apply to Sumire's character, it also meaning loyalty and steadfastness is even more reference to her character and feelings for Boruto, she is loyal and steadfast, she is strong and not easily moved no matter the situation and is able to stay calm and firm like the bamboo root during an earthquake.

It also being symbolic of purity and innocence goes along with her first name meaning sincerity, Sumire is a pure and sincere person, as are her feelings for Boruto.

So if we gonna use name symbolism as evidence then lets use ALL of it not just the surface level bs like 'her name means bamboo shoot which holds water and Kawakis name means dry so that means Sumire is gonna be the water he needs to heal his heart' yatta yatta yatta nonsense.

They try to make everything about Sumire some hidden connection to Kawaki which literally no other fandoms do but Ksu and Bsa for obvious reasons. These people wont even let Sumire be her own character even down to her name which as I've pointed out, has nothing to do with Kawaki but everything to do with Sumire herself as a character. Even her job they said was for Kawaki rather than her own ambition/goal for herself, they tried to make it about her being there for Kawaki only for it to be revealed its cuz shes suspicious of Amado and wants to hear more about Boruto, but then they even tried to twist that and say she wasnt concerned about Boruto at all and just Kawaki, but then when she says herself that shes worried about them both they defaulted back to she'll move on from Boruto as she gets closer to Kawaki and that Kawaki is jealous of Sumire's feelings for Boruto which...was yet another stupid agenda of theirs they tried to push. Everything she does at the science department is for Kawaki, and her suspicion and fear of Amado is for Kawaki, shes not a scientist because of her own goals and ambitions, and shes not suspicious and confronting Amado because hes a threat to her village and clearly up to no good, no its all about Kawaki.

They want her to be Kawaki centric the same way they want Sarada to be Boruto centric, only unfortunately Sarada is being turned into just that but thankfully Sumire hasnt been reduced to that as of yet and has her priorities in the right place and zero interest in Kawaki. Even in the recent chapter shes asking Amado about Boruto trying to see if he's still Amados target and is shocked when he confesses that he knows somethings up with his memories and have set his sights back on Kawaki who is his real target. Her immediate response was to go tell Sarada that Amado is not another person who sees through omnipotence, not to go warn Kawaki that Amado is now plotting on him again and to be careful. No, her primary focus is on reporting to Sarada that Amado knows somethings up and is no longer targeting Boruto.

I dunno how clearer it needs to be made that Sumire does NOT give af about Kawaki like that and vice versa, Sumire treats Kawaki no different than she would anyone else, and Kawaki treats her no different than he treats Katasuke, shes just doing her job, no more no less.

Sorry for the long rant and tbh even with this being as long as it is I STILL have more I could say about this shit ship that its fans have the audacity to say KawaSara is dead yet KawaSumi isnt which is beyond hilarious when the girl cant even stop sweating and staring at Kawaki in fear ever since she learned he killed Boruto and hasnt thought about him at all since is laughable that ANY of them fit their mouths to call anyones ship dead when their ship dont even talk outside of occassional short lab visits, but these same ppl wanna talk about other ships lacking meaningful interactions. Gtf outta here man.

Anyway just wanna put it out here now to not go look for or harrass any of the ppl in these screenshots cuz that was not the point of me showing em, I only showed them to back up my claims about alot of the bs thats been said in defense of the ship, I do not condone harassing or going after ppl so I ask that everybody chill and leave them be.

These kinds of ppl cant be reasoned with anyway, they've really convinced themselves to believe their own delusions and are determined to stay there even when all canon signs says otherwise so its pointless to even engage anyway, let them stay deluded and let them keep talkin because thats exactly what NS and SK did and we all know what happened to them so theres no need for yall to argue with these ppl anyway, karma will strike in due time, just gotta be patient.

But yea those are my thoughts on Ksu, hopefully this wasnt too long of a read for you lol sorry.

#anti-bsa #anti-ksu #pro borusumi #pro kawasara #rave responds #anti ksu #anti-kawaada #anti-kawaeida

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lovelyfanatical · 9 months

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 8.2

Happy Friday fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever day it is for you! I'm back with another mini-chapter! If you're behind and need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents right here. Druig is working on his own investigation, but is Makkari really up to something with Sersi? Find out more in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

All things considered, Druig thought he was doing a decent job of balancing his investigation with baking – the reason he was actually here, he reminded himself. And it was getting more difficult every week to stay focused. Now that there were only five of them left, Druig's station was significantly closer to Makkari's. While she had her own bakes to worry about, she still carried on her usual asides with him. They had no couples left to observe, but Makkari would talk about anyone who gave her an opening. Kingo made for an easy target, as did the hosts and their fellow bakers. Even Arishem was not immune. Sometimes he'd just hover in the background, silently watching them go about their baking and bantering with a stone-cold expression. He gave no impression of how he felt about Makkari's good-natured teasing, but she and Druig thought he must not mind since she hadn't been told to stop.

This week was no different, and if Druig hadn't already known she was hiding something, he might not have suspected anything. Makkari made light jabs at Kingo, which made him keel over in mock despair. She teased Gil for being far too good to not be a professional, much to his amusement – his pie this week looked excellent, after all. She reminded Phastos to breathe as he fretted over baking times and avoiding the dreaded soggy bottom. She shared a few jokes with Sersi, whose station was also toward the back. In short, nothing out of the ordinary, yet Druig could still sense that something was off, even if he couldn't explain how he knew.

If Druig had thought of it sooner, he would've asked Darcy to let Makkari interview him so he could study her interactions with him and figure out what, if anything, was different. Not that he would've told Darcy all of that. Unfortunately, the thought only crossed his mind after he'd already finished his interview. This left lunch as the next opportunity to observe her, but with Sersi there as well, he'd have two people to watch. Luckily, he and Makkari were the first to arrive.

As usual, they swapped bakes before the others arrived. Druig showered her with praise for an excellent cherry pie, and Makkari returned the favor, complimenting the crust on his blackberry pie.

Is blackberry your favorite? she asked.

Yeah, Druig answered.

Why?

It's dark, like my soul, he said with a smirk.

Makkari raised an eyebrow at this response, but she merely replied, Alright.

So, what should we talk about when Sersi gets here? he asked, mentally shifting gears.

Not sure. We probably should've brought Kingo in on this. He got her to spill the beans on Dane pretty quickly, Makkari said thoughtfully.

Where is he, by the way?

Talking to Darcy about something. He should be here soon, but Sersi could get here at any minute.

Druig thought for a moment before a plan started to form. What if Kingo came to dinner tonight?

That would give us a chance to bring him on, but sneaking back and forth between hotels will probably be a pain.

Sounds like something he'll have to figure out himself. He's been asking to come for weeks. He'll probably be up for it.

That just might work, Dr. Watson, Makkari declared with a proud smile. Druig was returning the smile when he spotted Sersi approaching.

"Must you two always swap with each other before anyone else?" she asked, eyeing their plates.

"Yes," they responded in sync.

"It's fine. I didn't think either of you would want to try my pie anyway," Sersi said with a sigh. The meringue on her key lime pie hadn't quite set.

Nonsense! I'm sure it's still delicious, Makkari reassured her.

"Even your worst bakes are usually edible," Druig noted.

"Thank you, Makkari," Sersi responded pointedly.

"I meant it as a compliment!" Druig protested, raising his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, I can't always tell if you're teasing or being sincere," Sersi explained.

Seems pretty clear to me, Makkari replied, confusion settling on her brow. An odd expression came over Sersi's face that looked like a cross between surprise and amusement. She was just about to say something when Gil, Phastos, and Kingo made their way over to the table.

"Well, since Makkari and Druig already got their pies, I'm only sharing mine with Phastos and Sersi," Gil declared.

Not fair! Makkari protested.

"Rude," Druig muttered.

"Just kidding! Everyone can have a bite," Gil replied with a laugh. "Just a small one, though. The crew got most of it, so I only have one slice."

They each took their bite, their faces breaking into grins at the delightful pastry. It was no wonder that Arishem and given Gil a handshake this week. It was a truly superb pie.

As the conversation wore on, Druig nudged Makkari under the table and subtly glance at Sersi. She took the hint, encouraging Sersi to ramble on and on about work and Dane and leaving Druig with the opportunity to fill Kingo in on the plan this week.

"We need your help on a case," Druig said quietly.

"Sorry, could you speak up? Sounded like you said you needed my help," Kingo deadpanned, or at least tried to. He couldn't quite contain his grin.

"Shut up and let me talk. Sersi is up to something, and we're going to figure out what by getting her to slip up. You're the best at getting people to accidentally admit things, so you'll need to lead the conversation at dinner tonight. Can you sneak over?"

"Already got my route planned. The main issue will be sneaking back to my hotel. We might need a backup plan in case I can't get back."

"Fine. You can bunk with one of us if you can't go back to your own room."

"Works for me."

Just at that moment, Sersi began talking to Phastos, and Makkari turned her gaze toward Druig. She glanced at Kingo before looking back at him, and he gave a subtle nod. Makkari grinned, bumping his knee with her own under the table. He bumped her back, allowing himself a small smile as they both pretended to pay attention to their friends' conversation.

When you're spying on someone but you're also still in love with them 😂 Anyway, hope you enjoyed this mini-chapter!

Part 28

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #druig trying to be sneaky #kingo is coming to dinner #something else is coming too #👀👀👀

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magicalqueennightmare · 11 months

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Sins & Amends Chapter 40

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You finally open Billy's letter [Also this is now starting a storyline separate from the show]

"Y/N It's been almost a month..you aren't curious just what's in that envelope?" Alice asked while the two of you walked out the hospital from dropping a patient off. "I am! Believe me, I am but as bad as I hate to admit it.. I don't want to be alone when I see whatever it was Billy thought was so important for me to have"

You were proud of yourself any time you managed to say his name without your voice breaking. It was hard seeing him in the shape he was. There were guards on his door twenty four even though so far there hadn't been much change in his condition. The only reason you were allowed in the door was because Dinah had called Mahoney who had given you a pass. You were allowed into his room once a week for thirty minutes. It wasn't a lot and he probably didn't even know you were there but what was important was that you knew you were there.

Once the two of you were in the ambulance and headed back to the station house she said "Why haven't you said something? I would've already came over for a night to hold your hand while you open it" you shot her a smile "I may call Karen and get her to come too, Pete's supposed to be back in town this weekend" you'd let her in on Frank's new persona so the two of you could freely talk about him in public or at the station house.

You chanced a glance at her since the two of you were stopped at a red light "Is he still acting off towards you?" You sighed with a nod "I don't know what it is. You don't think he really does blame me on some level? I mean if Billy hadn't picked the way he had"

"Hell no. He loves you. He would never hold you still being alive against you. Why don't you just ask him? I mean you've never had a problem with being blunt" you laughed because from anyone else that would sound like an insult but coming from Alice you knew it was a compliment. "I may do just that"

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The rest of the shift was nothing unusual. Of course Hunter slipping in the bays and almost knocking himself out on the corner of the firetruck caused a round of laughter once everyone made sure he was ok.

While you were gathering your stuff to leave the next morning you were on the phone with Curtis to see if he needed any help with the soup kitchen. "Y/N are you sure? I mean you're coming off a twenty four hour shift" you zipped up your bag and shrugged which caused Alice to roll her eyes.

"You're on the phone babe. Curt can't see that shrug" you stuck your tongue out at her and she laughed so you said "Curt I'm getting off now. Soup kitchen isn't till four. I can go home, shower and take a nap. Please? I can't stand the quiet of my apartment quite yet" he let out a breath then finally said "Ok. I'll see you then"

Alice was leaned against the wall watching you so you waved a hand "Go ahead Hendricks" she put her hands up in a defensive manner "Don't shoot the messenger but are you still seeing Kenzie in office? I mean are you working through the trauma of finding two of the people you have known and loved for years half dead?"

"I'm facing it a little at a time. If I go all or nothing I may just break down" you admitted and she held her arms out so you walked into them. She hugged you tightly then said "No shame in breaking down honey" you nodded then finally said "I promise, I'm as ok as I can be given the circumstance" she let you go but held your gaze for a second "If you ever need me I'm here ok?" You smiled "I know"

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You walked to your apartment in silence. The air had the crispness of winter starting to it. Lisa and Frank Jr would be wanting to go ice skating, Maria would be talking about Christmas dinner. You hugged your jacket tighter around you trying to ward off the coldness of your mind. It was your fault they were dead.

Billy had put your life ahead of Frank's and it had ended up costing all of you everything. Maybe that was why Frank had barely spoken to you since the fight. Maybe he was trying not to hate you but maybe the thought kept popping in his head as well that maybe if Billy had just told him, even if it had cost your life Maria and the kids could've been spared.

You were jarred out your thoughts by a text alert going off on your phone. You pulled it out and smiled when you saw Leo's name. "Mom wants to know if you're still planning to come to Christmas dinner" damn you'd actually forgotten about Sarah's invite.

You texted back "Unless I end up assigned a shift at the last minute I'll be there kiddo" she sent back a few smiley emojis. You formed a friendship with all the Liebermans, even managing to win Zach off with a few gnarly tales of injuries you'd seen on the job.

David still side eyed you at times so you'd call him micro with an attitude to your voice to make a smile sneak onto his face. It was weird seeing a halfway functional family. Kenzie had set them up with a family therapist she knew and trusted so they were working through their issues.

Even Sam was making strides in his physical therapy but again hearing from Sam how Billy had stopped him from being killed, from Sarah how Billy had stopped her and Zach from being hurt. It fucked with your head. You'd went through hell since Maria and the kids had been killed and he'd known the entire time. He'd left Frank out in the cold when he could've just told him the truth.

You shook your head and realized you'd made it to your apartment so you headed inside. At least you had helping Curtis to look forward to.

When you left the soup kitchen you still felt a sense of unease. You pulled out your phone and started a new group chat with just Karen and Alice. "I need to know what's in that envelope. My place thirty minutes?" Alice texted back "I'll grab Chinese food" and Karen texted back "I'll bring the wine" you smiled at just how fast the two of them had been willing to give you their night and wondered if maybe Alice had already called Karen.

Thirty minutes later you were sitting on your couch next to Karen while Alice sat on the floor between your legs "Open it!" She said handing the envelope out to you from where it had sat on your counter for the last few weeks. You leaned forward and downed the rest of your glass before tearing the envelope open. There was a letter, and two more smaller envelopes. "Letter first?" You asked and they both nodded.

You unfolded the piece of paper and your stomach flipped when you recognized Billy's handwriting. You felt your hands start shaking slightly and shook your head "I can't do this.here Karen you read it!" You handed her the letter so she took it gently from your hand then cleared her throat before she started reading aloud.

Y/N,

I've written this letter more than a dozen times just to turn around and burn it. I'm sorry, from the very pit of my soul please believe that. When Rawlins first came to me I didn't want to help him but he made a point, I was in love with you and didn't have anything worth while to offer. Christ if I had known then what I know now I would've shot the bastard in the face. I've hurt you in ways I can never take back or make up for. When I was given the choice of you being in his crosshairs or Frank...shit I didn't know what to do. On one hand my first instinct was to tell you everything then and there but Rawlins knew where you worked, where you lived and I'd see the shit that man was capable of. I split with you an hour before calling him and telling him to kill Frank. Yes I handed my best friend over on a silver platter. I'm not proud of it and I regret not making a different decision every day but I would never regret knowing you're still alive even if you hate me. When I got the call about Maria and the kids I knew how hard it would hit you. Please know that night we spent together I meant it. I just wanted to make your pain go away but before you woke up the next morning Rawlins somehow found out Frank was still alive so I was again handed the choice "Help me hunt down Castle or I'll carve his location out of your little medic" I've made a thousand shitty decisions but loving you isn't one of them. You may not believe a single word in this letter but I had to tell you. There's two more envelopes along with this. One holds the deed to the cabin, it's yours. Maybe just maybe you can remember me in a better light there. The other envelope holds information for a bank account in your name. There's fifty thousand in there, use it however you see fit. I already made sure you had a new vehicle at work maybe now you won't be walking so much. There is also a paper trail to prove not a penny of that money came from Rawlins. It was all honestly earned. I love you.

Billy

You sat there staring at the letter in her hands by the time she was done reading. "Oh my god" Alice breathed opening the two other envelopes and reading over all the paperwork. "Y/N are you ok?" Karen asked and you numbly shook your head "What am I supposed to do with the money? I don't want it. I make enough at my job. I own this apartment" her and Alice shared a look and you realized it was because you weren't reacting at all.

"Y/N, babe..it's us. Blow up. Cry. Just react please" Alice said and that seemed to finally break through "Why did he do any of the shit? Did he not fucking love me enough to see how much I loved him? We could've been fucking happy just being together. He fucked it all up for his warped idea of accomplishment and ruined everyone's lives because of it! He says he loves me but I honestly don't know if he ever did. I've lost Maria and both kids and now I think I've lost Frank too" you were crying by that point and finally broke down sobbing. They both moved to have their arms around "Kenz said it was coming" Alice said quietly as you allowed them to hold you.

After a few minutes your crying had slowed to a few hiccups so Karen pushed your hair back from your face "Sweetie, I understand how you must feel but please know you haven't lost Frank"

"Why won't he talk to me Kare?" You asked and she gave a small smile "He feels guilty. I can't say any more than that but I promise as soon as he hits New York he'll come see you ok?"

You nodded and a wave of embarrassment suddenly hit you "Oh god I must look like an idiot" "No you don't" Alice said and Karen nodded in agreement "You look like someone who's been through a lot and who has held it together for far too long" you managed a smile and said "Can we drink now?" Alice scoffed "Bitch please. Drinking is always an option"

The rest of the week you had to admit you'd felt a little better after breaking down. Thursday afternoon you went to the hospital for your thirty minutes.

The process took about an hour to get into the room. You stood by the door for a few seconds before slowly walking over to the bed. The body laying there still didn't resemble anything near Billy. The height was all that was the same. The bandages had yet to come off.

You sat down next to the bed and listened to the machines. "Billy I don't know if you can hear me. I don't know if you'll ever wake up" you stopped when you felt your throat getting tighter with unshed tears.

After a moment you continued "I don't know why you thought I needed money. I just wanted you. I don't know if you ever felt as deeply for me as I felt for you. When I met Maria I finally learned what familial love was. I was content with just that then she met Frank and Frank was always telling me stories about the smooth talking Billy the beaut. When I met you I never thought I would've fell in love with you. I guess a large piece of my heart will always belong to you. I don't regret it, I just wish things would've been different. I wish you would've just let me go. I know he's moving forward now. He loves Karen even if they're both too scared to admit it but every morning I wake up. I'm reminded I'm the reason they don't and it kills me"

You sat with him for a while long before knocking on the door. The cops gave you everything back and told you to have a good day. They didn't really understand why you came but Mahoney must have told them to not be rude or maybe it was a mutual respect thing despite the rivalry between NYPD and FDNY.

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When you walked out your phone started ringing. It was Karen's ringtone so you answered on the second ring. "Are you going to be home around nine?" You were a little thrown by her of all people not saying hello. "Why hello Karen. Nice to talk to you and why yes I'll be home at that time" the hospital visits always put you a little on edge so maybe that was the reason for the extra sass.

She laughed and said "Sorry he's just wanting to know" you knew who she meant. "Oh. Ok. Yeah I'll be there" after the two of you said your goodbyes and she hung up you checked the time. There was still two hours to kill.

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You were leaning against your kitchen counter nursing your third cup of coffee when a knock at your door nearly made you throw it. You weren't sure why you were so nervous. Hell it was Frank.

You sat your cup down and hollered "I'm coming!" You took a deep breath before finally opening the door. When you opened it he was standing there with his hood pulled up. You managed a smile at seeing him. "Hey" "Hey" you realized he was left standing in the hall so you stepped back quickly "Shit. Sorry please come in"

He walked in and as soon as you shut the door and turned to face him he pulled you into a hug. "I missed you too but I can't really breathe" you managed and he pulled away "Sorry" you smiled "No problem. Um I've got coffee made?" "Sounds good" he nodded so you lead the way into the kitchen. You poured him a cup and handed it to him then waited for him to talk. "I've been doing some thinking and we've never really talked about that night. What happened between me and Bill"

You felt your stomach lurch at the memories "You don't owe me anything Frank. Whatever happened you both survived. That's what counts" he nodded then said "We damn near killed each other" you almost laughed at his words "Yeah I know. I was the one that kept you both alive until Dinah got ambulances there"

He looked up to meet your eyes then "I never did thank you for that did I? I guess I just got used to getting hurt and you patching me up" you shrugged one shoulder "that's what family is for"

You took a sip of your coffee and a part of you hoped he'd stop there but he sat his cup down. "Y/N I've got to tell you the truth" "Ok" you sat your cup down next to his and leaned against the counter staring up at him. "I baited him into that fight. I said horrible shit about you and I've been too damn guilty to face you" "Frank it doesn't matter" you hated knowing he'd felt any guilt. He shook his head "No it does. Y/N.. I called you pathetic and broken and told him killing you would've done the world a favor"

"That would probably hurt if I didn't agree with it. I should've been killed. I wish I would've been" you didn't realize you were crying until Frank wiped a tear from your cheek "C'mon now sweetheart, don't say that. I've lost too much, don't make me think about losing you too. I'm glad he kept you alive. At least he did one thing right"

"We're family Frank. Me and you are stuck together. Whatever you said to Billy doesn't matter. Don't you dare hold any guilt for that. What you said doesn't change anything and I know you didn't mean it"

He nodded then said "I'm gonna start checking in with you more. I'm sorry I haven't here lately" "It's ok Frank. I know you've went through hell" "So have you sweetheart. So have you"

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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sparrowsingsstories · 8 months

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Prompt for Frankie - meeting the band!

I'm sorry this took so long! The story is a bit longer than anticipated - so I'm putting it under a cut. :-)

“Needed: one horn player for jazz band. Must be willing to travel. Come by Broad Street Tavern and ask for Cora.”

Frankie clutched the worn want-ad in her hand as she opened the door to the Broad Street Tavern. It was a middle of the road establishment, well frequented by travelers and NCR members alike. It boasted lunches and dinners, a fine selection of beer, wines, and live entertainment. The tables were real wood, the beer was real beer, and the beef stew was real brahmin. The clientele came there to do more than get drunk off of cheap drinks. They were looking to be entertained while getting drunk off of decent booze.

Frankie’s work was closer to the iffier parts of town, a strip joint that specialized in loud music, bad booze, and no questions asked. That no-questions part had been bothering Frankie over the last couple of years. Well, longer to be honest.

She’d gotten hired back at the tender age of 15, new to New California and barely able to dance on the stage. But she was a fast learner and after a year, was making good money and even had regulars who kept hoping she’d branch out into the most touchy-feely type of sex work. It wasn’t so much that Frankie was a prude – she wasn’t. She had no problems stripping for money. It was just that she didn’t want to go down the path that touchy-feely work tended to lead.

And that was owing somebody almost 60% of your take. No prostitute worked as a single business owner, so to speak. And the safest prostitution houses charged exorbitant rates to rent a room to work out of. Even a stripper paid almost 50% of their take to the house. No, Frankie wasn’t going to lose money that way.

And she might have continued to sock money away as a stripper, saving up to travel someplace else and teach music or something if The Event hadn’t happened.

The Event was the most wanted man showing up at her strip joint and watching her strip. He’d left a pretty hefty tip, too. He had sat at a table in front of her pole for hours watching her, his brown eyes taking in every inch of her body. It had been terrifying. She’d been convinced that he was going to request more than just the lap dance she did for him. And she’d have turned him down, he’d have demanded her sleep with him, the bouncers would have gotten involved and James, her favorite bouncer, would have been killed and his wife and kids left destitute.

But he hadn’t. He hadn’t done more than stare at her tits and leave her a rather outrageous tip, tipped his hat to her, and left.

It had scared the piss out of her.

So she took that outrageous tip and had picked up the trumpet. It went well with the clarinet, banjo, and guitar she could already play. And trumpets weren’t as popular to learn, which meant she had a better chance of being hired. Even if she was a tiny little thing.

And now, three years after Harlan Scott had scared the pants off of her, she stood waiting to talk to a Ms. Cora Singerton, leader of the Cora and the Jivers band.

“You Frankie Warren?” The woman asking was all curves and black curls with wide gray eyes highlighted by winged eyeliner.

“Yes ma’am,” Frankie said, hopping of the stool she’d been sitting on.

“Well, we’d need to get you a box for the stage, huh?” Cora asked, her laugh husky. ”Come on back. You can give the band a little bit of a show.”

“Right.” She wasn’t nervous…she wasn’t nervous…she wasn’t…okay, she was nervous. Terribly nervous. She needed this job. She needed to quit stripping before Harlan Scott showed up again one day. She just knew her path was going to cross with his again.

Her musings lasted until she reached the back room the band hung out in. Three ghouls, a Ms. Nanny with glued on eyelashes, and a tall stick of a man looked up when she stepped in. She swallowed down her nerves and gave them all a huge smile.

“Howdy!” Her Texas twang made the word sing and a female ghoul, black hair done up in tight braids, grin.

“Aren’t you cute?” The ghoul’s voice reminded Frankie of a prickly pear, all rough but sweet and tender. “I’m Amber.”

“Frankie.”

“You play the trumpet? Cause I’d love another girl up there with me. I play sax. This is my brother, Fitz. The other ghoul is Jay. Tomos is the tall one. Ruby is our drummer.”

“Oh! Play a tune!” Ruby twirled while chirping out the request.

Frankie glanced at Cora, put her case down, and pulled out her trumpet. She cleared her throat, blew into the horn to warm it up, and then began to play an old trumpet blues number first written and played by Harry James. She tapped out the beat, swinging along as her playing swirled from her horn. By the time she was done, the band was clapping and Cora was grinning.

“Well, that pretty much settles it. You’re hired. While you don’t have to, you’re welcome to move in with the band. We like to live together. Makes it easier to get to performances and travel. Plus, safer for us women. I’m sure Amber wouldn’t mind a roommate.”

Frankie thought about her single rented room with hot plate. “I think I’d like to try living with you all. Gotta be better than the place I’m staying.”

“You want help picking your stuff up?” Jay asked. Frankie looked at him, judging his words and tone of voice before nodding.

“You can trust Jay. If he’s forming whole sentences, then he’s not interested in you romantically,” Amber said.

“Hey!”

“She’s right, mon chere. You are oh-so-charming until you flirt. Then you are hopeless,” Fitz said. “I would not mind walking you home, pretty one.”

Frankie narrowed her eyes at Fitz. That man was a certifiable toucher. She could tell.

“I’ll let Jay help me,” she said.

“Already has your number, Fitz,” Amber said with a laugh. “Smart girl.”

“When you’ve stripped as long as I have, you get good at reading people.”

“You wound me,” Fitz said, hand over his heart. But he was grinning. “Ah well. If you change your mind…”

“Yeah…no thanks. I don’t date coworkers,” Frankie said.

“Too bad.”

“Smart,” Cora said. “Well. Stay and watch us. If you want, you can move in tomorrow and start practicing with us. You can do your first performance in a week. Pay starts tomorrow with practice. All that changes with living with us is that monthly rent and food is split between all of us. Cheaper! Sound good?”

“Sounds great!”

“And I’ll walk you home after the show,” Jay said.

“Well, alright. Thank you.”

Frankie would think of that night often in the years to come. That her path would, indeed, cross again with the infamous Harlan Scott would, in the future, make her laugh. After all, her estimation of him had been right in some ways and very wrong in others. And amusingly, joining the band would put her square in his path. But it also took her to a place she’d call home, give her a found family, and bring her more joy than she would have had if she hadn’t answered that ad.

And all because one incredibly scary man paid her a lot of money to shake her tits.

#ask answered #Frankie Warren / Frankie Adams #Fallout 4 oc #Fallout 4 drabble

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Reborn: Part 4

It was strange not hearing Lou's voice while he was around. The group walked silently behind the robots. Mandy carried him, and Nolan kept a decent distance as guilt began eating at him. She sent a few glances in his direction with every glance he sent to Lou's unconscious form. She made no mention of it, but Ox did. "It was the only way t' keep 'im calm."

"This isn't calm, Ox," Mandy tried keeping her tone even. "He was forced to be put to sleep. And now we might be walking him to his death."

"This man seemed nicer-"

"I would've preferred Lou tell me that himself. Anyone who associates with that monster that talked to Lou like that doesn't sound very trustworthy." She knew there was little that could be done about the situation, but the fear in Lou's eyes as he held onto her desperately still twisted a knot in her gut.

Ox's voice was tight in his respond. Final. "Not everything is black and white, Mandy. Lou would die either way. I didn't have much room to look for other options."

She didn't respond. They approached a pipe and the robots continued rolling inside. "The recycle?"

One of the robots answered as it pressed forward in the darkness. "This pipe leads to Mr Henry Everett's office. Not recycle."

She hesitated to step into the darkness. Nolan hung back with her as the others proceeded. "Ox is right. We don't have any other option." He tried to not focus on how still Lou was. Practically already dead. The only comfort was the barely noticeable rise and fall of his chest.

"I don't like any of this. And I still haven't forgiven you for that stunt." She side-stepped from the brunette.

Nolan's shoulders slumped. "Mandy, please, I didn't have a choice. I don't won't him to die and neither do you. But we can't fix him."

"He's not broken-"

"Yes, he is!" Nolan's eyes started watering. "He's broken and in pain! You saw him at the portal, Mandy. He's killing himself inside trying to escape this place. And I'm scared to say that there's gonna be a day when we step outside, and he's not here anymore. I'm scared to think of what measures he'll go through to leave this place. He's already thrown himself in recycling once. I don't want him doing something more permanent while we sit back and pretend like everything is okay." He let out a shaky breath, taking a step toward her. "If you don't want to do this, then hand him to me. There's a chance he'll die either way. I'd like to know I at least tried to keep that from happening."

They held each other's gaze for a heartbeat or two. Mandy faced forward, glare directed to the darkness. "The second this goes south, we leave."

Nolan shrugged. "Deal." That was one he felt secure in accepting. He stayed back to watch her walk in the pipe. The others held back inside, trying to catch Mandy's eyes. None of them truly wanted to do this, but there wasn't any other choice. Not one that they knew of.

Mandy didn't meet any of their gazes as she swept past them. The robots were a ways ahead, not keen on slowing down for their sake. Babo picked up the pace behind her. "I can carry him if you want-"

"I've got him." Her tone was still sharp. The darkness didn't look promising for the blonde in her arms. She looked down at his face. Some tears were still on his cheeks, dried and just barely noticeable in the dark. It would take a lot to make Lou ugly - and she dared to believe the task was impossible - but seeing him...different just reminded her of how long she'd went without reaching out to him. How many times had he been obvious or slipped up on his emotions and she didn't think twice about it?

"I forgive you for that, by the way," Nolan spoke up beside her as they walked. He had his hands in his pockets and apparently did away with the guilt as he tread closer to Lou. "I know you're just being protective over him. You always have been."

"What are you talking about?" She squinted at him.

"Oh, c'mon, Mands. You're still in love with him. You have been for...what, months? Maybe a year?" He shook his head, looking forward again. "Even when he broke your glasses and tossed you in recycling, you felt something for him. Especially after that secret he spilled."

"And he openly ridiculed you in front of the entire Institute and left you to the dog. But I don't see you giving him the cold shoulder."

Nolan teetered his head as if weighing her words. "Yeah, I guess I'm not that mad about it. I guess I never realized how much I wanted to be his friend until I was faced with the reality of having him gone forever. More than just a fan, I want to help him. It's all I'm good for, anyway."

"You can leave and go to your kid," Mandy threw out the idea.

He was silent for a second. It felt like hesitation, but Mandy wasn't sure. "Yeah." Was all he said. Now that Mandy thought about it, she'd never seen Nolan go through the portal-

"Here," the robot announced. They stopped at a cylindrical metal door. One of the robots reached a hand out flat against the surface. A beeping and sound of air being shot through was next before it swung open.

Mandy hesitated to walk through into the new light. A hand rested between her shoulders. Nolan urged her on. Slowly, she stepped over the threshold. An Alice In Wonderland sensation overcame her with how big everything was. More than that, she wasn't used to being in the Big World without being still and lifeless.

It startled her on instinct when she noticed the two human males standing by the wayside. One leaned against the desk - she remembered those sharp features as the man that might as well have stabbed a knife through Lou's gut. The other man - presumably older - had a softer countenance to him. He smiled at the group as everyone entered. "Welcome. Welcome," he spoke softly, as if worried about scaring them, "it's a pleasure to meet you all in person."

#uglydolls #lou #fanfiction #writing #moxy #nolan #ox #short story #mandy #part 4 #reborn series

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So, given it was a yearly holiday that meant those within the student body who had been there for the last semester would have had a chance to see Miranda for themselves and perhaps one of them had a better idea on what the issue was, of course she endes up basically talking to every person who had been there during that time but a few stuck out in the fog of vague "I don't know, she gets withdrawn and upset."

~☆~

Polly was always easy to get information out of, she was friendly and bubbly and as Dahila well noted didn't seem to understand the stakes of those around her.

"Huh? Oh yeah!- Last year was like this too, I- Well I hardly saw Miranda last year around this time she... Well at the time I thought someone had died or something."

~☆~

Hope, Dahila knew well she had been at school last year, she had went to Prom with Damien after all, of course she would hel-

"I don't know anything about Miranda, don't bother her and don't bother me about it." That was all Dahila got before Hope had stormed off... Okay weird but not helpful.

~☆~

He laughed in her face when she asked, honestly that surprised her normally he'd either play annoyed and mighty or actually be decently friendly, especially when it came to a shared friend like Miranda.

"I'm not telling you shit." Damien very bluntly answered, as he got back to playing with one of his pocket knives.

"I- Why not? I swear this has nothing to do with any duels to the death or attempts-"

"Dahila, full offense but do I look like I spawned fucking yesterday?-" a little given the spicey red baby nickkname "-Even if it's not some plot against me- which I totally don't buy it isn't- you might just wanna mess with Miranda when she's 'weak'-"

Dahila grabbed him by collar, normally she would have more backing a threat like this but anger in this case overtook logic

"WHAT ARE YOU SUGGESTING I'D DO, PRINCE?" The room was ice cold.

Damien quickly slashed at her hands, it wasn't enough to really hurt her but enough to make her flich and drop him, the room returning to its prior temperature.

"I dunno! I just know that you could do something fucked up, and I won't let that be on my watch. I don't care if you act like it doesn't matter to you she's royalty, I've heard of how that one can play out, so just... Let someone... Less likely to get her in a different mess help."

Damien left because Dahila allowed it, she had never wanted to hurt him more than right then, but no, that won't help.

What was helpful was knowing that Damien probably knew a little more than some of the others, good she already spied on him.

#Royalreef #Dahlia Aquino {Getting Stronger} {IC}#Dahlia Aquino {Face The World Head-On} {Main Verse}#No Kiss That Can Break The Spell; Dahlia x Miranda {royalreef}#Polly {Party Til The Break Of Dawn} {IC}#Polly {Fun To The Grave!} {Main Verse}#Hope {With The Hope Of Magic} {IC}#Hope {Four Times The Charm} {Main Verse}#Put On A Mask And Play Pretend! {Damien LaVey} {Test Muse}#A Lone Star {Self Para}#Abuse implied #Knives #Violence #Blood #Ask to tag

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i fucked up three of my exams i'm sure and i'm close to fucking up the next two also and like i'm a good student and i like studying this shit but my mental health is crippling and so so terrible at this point and like, brushing my teeth is an achievement idk if people realise how terrible depression is tbh. and now i'm just i'm so annoyed i just want to be able to study and go to a good college for the time being so that i'll get some peace to work on other things i want to do and then idk switch careers or smthn BUT LIKE MY MENTAL HEALTH IS SO HORRIBLE AND IT'S AFFECTING ME SO MUCH NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO SHUT MY BRAIN OFF and i really want to just drown in something and never be alive again sighe

sorry that was a long ass vent :( i wanted to talk to someone sighe

I talked to one of my dropper friends for this. So i'll summarize the conversation here, dekho if you can afford a drop (i read what you said but i want you to think upon this) then give your boards acche se.

But coming back to your case, he shared with me a irl example.

There was this girl who wasn't good at studying in 11th like really really bad. But she studied in 12th and she studied smartly. She knew she won't get the top colleges and so she didn't aim for them. She aimed for the marks she knew she could get. Ik normally it isn't recommended to aim for marks and do selective syllabus but sometimes we cannot do everything. So she did selective topics (she also had girls quota) and she got a rank around 7k. With that she got a decent IIT and a fine branch.

Now, why i'm telling you this? It's because she couldn't even get to a state level college with how her state was and her getting a decent IIT is actually really good.

And ik what it is to select subjects you love and lose interest because WTF.

So kaam ki baat.

Aim for the second attempt, i would recommend giving the first one for an experience and fir not worrying about the score as you aim for the second one and advanced. Yes karlo advanced, koi chance nahi chodo agar milti hai toh.

He also recommended some topics you can focus more on.

First is inorganic chemistry, forget about all the taboos and rantings associated with it. Karo ise, ye marks degi. bonding ho gayi, coordination ho gaya, pure group specific chapters ho gaye.

and Extraction is very easy and scoring.

Organic mein he said that aldehyde and ketone are veryy important. infact organic mein advanced vale zyada hard nahi puchenge, maths ki tarah hard question nahi bana sakte yahan.

Isliye chemistry will help you.

Maths mein very imp vectors, 3d, matrices, determinants, differential calculus, definite integration.

And so in physics like modern, optics, rotation and a lot of other topics.

But right now you have your maths board. For the boards i think you should watch a oneshot which revises the concepts (/or revise them on your own with your notes and formula lists) as well as watch previous year question videos (/or solve those questions on your own). Do the important NCERT questions and i'm sure teachers online have already marked those for you. There are a lot of resources online and some i watched when i was in 11th and sometimes still do for elementary topics and they are Neha agarwal mathematically inclined and cbseclassvideos. Try to sleep before your exam and don't panic while preparing. Abhi JEE ke bare mein bhul jao, your only goal for today tmrw and day after tmrw morning is so ace your maths test!

#asks #mod: blue #cbse #desiblr #Others can add to it!

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November - Chapter 21

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

Cooper was nervous, even though he knew he shouldn't be.

He and Oliver had already had three video calls during the past month and they'd all been amazing.

Cooper had fallen for him even harder, despite him not physically being here.

They texted each other every day and sometimes called each other when one of them was driving home from work.

Oliver had even called him on Christmas day, texting a picture of him in front of a Christmas tree after they hung up.

It had immediately become his new phone background and he couldn't help staring at it any chance he got.

Cooper was usually grinning like a fool when he gazed at Oliver's cute dimple and soft chestnut eyes.

Their video calls had been on their phones so far but Oliver wanted to see more of Cooper than just his face, so today he was setting up his old laptop and fussing around with it, trying to make sure the camera was at the best angle.

He messed with his hair while watching his image on the screen.

Maybe it was dumb because this was just a video call but he had showered, trimmed his beard and put on a shirt he knew Oliver liked.

He wanted to look good for him and he hoped he was still attracted to him.

The call connected and when Oliver's face appeared on the screen, he smiled widely.

His dimple deepened and his eyes seemed to brighten.

"Hey, Coop," Oliver says.

"You look nice."

Cooper poses for him and flexed his biceps.

"I try."

‘Acting silly was my best defense at hiding how nervous and uncertain I really felt.’

"And you look perfect, as usual."

Oliver rolls his eyes.

"I'm not perfect."

"You're a real life Ken doll who saves people's lives at work."

"Stop," Oliver laughs.

"You're overselling both my looks and my job."

"Am not. You do important work."

"And so do you. We need wood to build our homes and we need fish to eat."

Cooper grinned.

"True."

They caught up on families and friends and work.

Cooper loved that Oliver cared as much as he did about his family and what they were up to, especially Annabelle.

Time flew by and they had been talking for an hour before Cooper broached a topic that had been on his mind.

"So, when can I come visit and get a tour of San Diego?" he asks.

Oliver laughs.

"If you're serious about that, I need to get my own place first. I barely fit on Cameron's couch and I know you definitely wouldn't."

"You still haven't found anything?"

Oliver shakes his head.

"No. I've been pretty busy with work and it's tough to find a decent roommate situation."

Cooper couldn't help but be disappointed.

He really wanted to fly down and see Oliver in person but he hadn't made it a priority to find a new apartment and settle in.

Cooper didn't want to push him but it made him wonder if Oliver wanted him to visit.

They still hadn't talked about what this was or put a label on it.

Oliver wasn't Cooper’s boyfriend but they spent a lot of time talking.

Cooper wanted to ask if he would consider a long distance relationship but he was scared.

He was used to long distance because it was typically his only option but he couldn't imagine Oliver would want that when he had plenty of men in the same city as him.

He didn't know what to do or say, so he did nothing and said nothing.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Cooper asks.

"I can keep an eye out for listings."

Oliver smiles.

"You're sweet. But I think I've got it covered. I'm a whole lot more familiar with San Diego than you are."

"Fair point. What are you going to do today? I can see that sun coming in through the window."

"It's a beautiful day," Oliver replies, turning his head to look out the window.

The sun lit up subtle auburn highlights in his hair and Cooper yearned to be able to run his fingers through his hair and kiss him.

"I might go for a walk," Oliver continues.

"But the hikes here aren't anywhere near as adventurous as what you've got."

"Well, I'm not doing anything adventurous today. Rhett and I are going fishing. I'm saving hiking for tomorrow."

"I'm jealous. I miss it," Oliver says, a soft smile on his face.

"I miss you."

"Same. You were my favorite thing about Washington."

Cooper knew he was blushing.

"If Rhett wasn't on his way over here in fifteen minutes, I'd consider giving you a show," Cooper teases, slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

"Don't tempt me," Oliver warns him.

"I'm in Cameron and Mallory's living room."

"Next time, I'll send you money for a hotel room so we can have a proper video call," Cooper says, wiggling my eyebrows, making Oliver laugh.

"Okay. Let me know when you're free to do this again."

"I will. Bye, Coop," Oliver says, giving Cooper a little wave.

Cooper waves back, not wanting to see him go.

‘When the call disconnected, everything seemed a little duller in my world.’

- Oliver -

Oliver turns off the camera and slumps back on the couch, sighing deeply.

He hadn't been trying very hard to find an apartment.

In reality, he was dragging his feet.

Finding an apartment meant signing a year-long lease, which meant he'd be saying goodbye to a chance of a relationship with Cooper.

He felt bad putting Cooper off from visiting but the truth was he had started to think about the idea of them living in the same place.

Every time the thought surfaced, he tried to talk himself out of it.

It would be crazy to move to another state for someone he'd met less than two months ago.

But this was stupid. His life was in limbo because of how he felt about Cooper.

What was he even doing in California anyway?

He wasn't close with his parents, he could get a nursing or research job anywhere and most of his friends were starting to settle down and he was seeing less and less of them.

There was nothing important keeping him here.

Cooper would never leave his family or the state that he loves and he shouldn't have to when Oliver didn't have a good reason to stay in California.

‘But could I really move to Washington?’

"You all done?" Mallory asked, sticking her head out of the bedroom and interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry that went longer than I thought. You two are awesome for staying trapped in your room while I take over the living room to talk to my not-boyfriend."

"No worries. We're happy to do it and it gives us an excuse to be lazy and watch a movie in bed."

Cameron walked out and settles on one of the single chairs in the room.

"How's Cooper?"

"Cooper's great," he says.

"But it's frustrating being so far from him."

"Yeah, you look a little down," Mallory said, leaning against the wall at the entrance to the living room.

"What's going on with you two?"

"I don't know. Everything's still great and he wants to come visit but..."

"But what?"

Oliver shakes his head.

"Nothing. It's crazy."

"Just tell us, already," Mallory insists and Oliver sighs again.

"It's completely crazy that I'm even considering the possibility of moving to Washington, right? All because of a guy I only spent two weeks with?"

"Yes and no. Other people have moved for less," Cameron says.

"Because they want a change, or they're getting bored of where they are, or because they liked the food scene in a city they visited."

"Exactly," Mallory said.

"People move every day."

Oliver chewed on his bottom lip.

‘They had a point about that. Several of my own friends had moved to different cities in the past few years.’

"Let's take Cooper out of the equation," Cameron says.

"How did you feel about Washington?"

"I loved it, honestly. It was gorgeous. It was like living in a fairy-tale. And there are a ton of options for outdoor activities."

"How do you feel about San Diego?"

"It's nice. The weather's great and there's a lot to do in the city but I guess I'm not particularly attached to it. I'm just used to it."

Cameron smiles.

"As much as it pains me to say this, it sounds like you should move to Washington."

"Seriously?"

"Why not?" Mallory asks.

"It's better to do it than always wonder what if."

"But I don't even know if a relationship with Cooper would work out. We had two great weeks together but I was on vacation. It wasn't real life, with me working and him being gone for months at a time. I don't know what daily life with him would be like or what it'd be like when we fight. There was no arguing about money or spending time together or what we would do when we did spend time together."

"And what if there is no arguing about any of that? What if you and him get along really well and are on the same page about a lot of things?"

Oliver was at a loss for words.

He hadn't expected his friends to be so encouraging about him moving to another state for a guy.

"Look at it this way," Cameron says.

"If it doesn't work out, you can come back. You don't have a lot of stuff to move, and working in a different area will be a good experience, especially in the medical field. Honestly, what do you have to lose?"

"Not much, I guess."

"And you potentially have everything to gain," Mallory hints, smiling.

"It sounds like you want to get rid of me so you can have your living room back," Oliver says, cracking a joke to try to lighten the mood.

"We'd miss the hell out of you," Cameron says.

"But if it means you finding the right guy, then I'm all for it."

"He seems to make you really happy," Mallory says."

I can always tell when you're texting him by the way you're smiling. You should go for it, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That we get to visit you in Washington and we meet Cooper."

Oliver covers his face with his hands, trying to hide his smile.

He had a lot to think about and he'd need to look into job opportunities but he could actually do this.

‘I could be with Cooper.’

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Emotional Damage (Robin Buckley)

Summary: Robin gets hurt as a false rumor goes around.

Warnings: bullying, false rumors, closeted,

Word Count: 778

A/N: not me self-projecting on poor Robin. school just kind of sucks sometimes and people are the worst but hey… look at me now. Writing ST fanfics on this hellsite to cope ……

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It wasn’t exactly a secret in Hawkins High that Robin was on the stranger side. Although she wasn’t exactly popular, people were - as was the custom in a small town high school - waiting for romantic rumors to surface as she grew closer to Steve. It had been almost two weeks since the last relationship drama, and people were already looking for something new to talk about.

Robin wasn’t quite sure what to tell people. She’d become tired of correcting people on her relationship with Steve, and knew that they wouldn’t listen until she or Steve got a girlfriend.

Being ‘in the closet’ as Steve called her predicament was incredibly frustrating. Could whatever consequence and repercussion of coming out as liking girls really be that bad? How bad could it possibly be to tell people that she wasn’t into dudes? Steve had taken it well, but he was a decent person so there was no telling how lesser people would react.

Still, Robin hadn’t really made any effort to keep it a secret.

“You okay?” Vickie waved her hand in front of Robin’s eyes, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Earth to Robin.”

Robin shook the distracting thoughts out of her head and looked at the young woman beside her. “What? What’s up?”

“You were totally spacing out just now. You’ve got something on your mind?” Vickie asked.

What was she supposed to say? Yes, I'm thinking about kissing girls and you specifically. Robin internally grimaced. "I'm just thinking about the rumor mill," she said. "I heard that Micah is getting desperate for something juicy to talk about."

Vickie chuckled. "And since when do yo care about the rumor mill?"

Robin shrugged. "I don't. It just came to mind, that's all," she said. "Anyways, are you doing anything this weekend? We're getting a shipment of new movies to the store, you want to be there when we go through them?"

"As tempting as it is to be the first to watch some new rolls, I can't. Dan's taking me out of a date," Vickie said, and although she looked a bit guilty she seemed more excited about the date than missing out on the chance to hang out at Family video. Not that Robin blamed her... much...

"Right, Dan," Robin said. "How is he? Still struggling with that exam he talked about last time?"

Vicke sighed. "I don't think so. I think he's good on his assignments."

Robin didn't want to think or talk any more of Dan and quickly changed the subject.

No one quite knew where the rumor came from, but one day everything was fine, and the next Robin found herself getting bombarded with judgemental looks and not-so-sneaky stares across the hall.

"I heard that she's jealous," someone whispered when she dug through her locker for the book at the back of the shelf. "If she weren't so pissy she might have landed him herself."

"Isn't she with Harrington, though?"

"She says she's not. But he drives her to school practically every day. I see them at Family Video together all the time."

"Don't they both work there though?"

"Yeah, but they seem super close."

Robin slammed her locker closed. Partly because she wanted them to shut up and partly because she was getting angry. She glared at the two gossiping girls before she turned and left for her next class.

"You know what I think? I think that she's jealous of Vickie."

Robin couldn't help but listen in on the conversation that happened behind her.

"They're friends or whatever, but every time Vickie mentions her boyfriend Robin gets like... super pissed."

"I do not..." Robin mumbled although she knew that she did. Just not for the reasons people thought.

"I heard that she might try and steal him. Like, imagine having a college boyfriend. Who doesn't want that?"

"I don't," Robin mumbled again, but spoke low enough not to be overheard.

"Who wouldn't be pissed when your friend dated your crush? I give it a couple of more weeks before something goes down."

"Ten bucks says Dan swaps girlfriend."

"Fifteen says he won't."

Robin couldn't take it any more. It was one thing that people talked about her behind her back, and it was one thing to hear false rumors about herself, but she couldn't stand the rumors that circulated about her.

She slammed her hands down on the table as she stood up and scraped her things into her backpack to leave. The whispers behind her grew quiet as she turned and left. Still, she couldn't help but stop in the doorway and glare at the group of students.

"For the record, Dan sucks."

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #emotional damage #stranger things #robin buckley #fic #bullying #false rumors #closeted

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hi! I just wanna tell you that DEAR M IS LOSER JAEHYUN'S ERA. Lol kidding aside. I noticed that he was kinda stiff (idk if thats the right word) and that his actions are kind of awkward. The little twitch over here and there... some quirks i do when i feel awkward. He does that when he's not even at the center. Like you'll notice how awkward he felt at that moment. But dont get me wrong i love jaehyun sm. I just feel like he can do more if he's given a chance to star in another drama. ALSO he's a good kisser (on screen). I didnt gasp when i saw him raise his shirt and the camera zoomed in his abs bcos come on thats a normal occurrence in ncity. But ppl only talked about how he looked good (thats given GIVEN) and all stuff. I barely see any post on twt about his skills.

I appreciate that u asked this here bcos i have no one to talk to about these things aside from my non kpop friends whom i sent the link so they can watch using my account ahshshshajjaa they are all unbiased bcos they didnt know jaehyun or any nct members at all. my 2nd gen friends only knew kpop year 2012 below hahahaha

hi! omg thanks for messaging me! i was beginning to think no one had seen it lol

haha loser jaehyun era?! why does this make me laugh 🤣 like jaehyun + loser in the same sentence makes me laugh so much! a lot better than prince jaehyun...😑...hate that so much…

i figured he was going to be awkward. like idols in dramas/movies are to bring in the money and that's it. not because they have a natural god given gift for acting, which makes me feel so bad for them especially those who really want/wanted to act like when BTS' V was in that one historical drama like i knew how much he wanted to act and i was so happy for him (though i still haven’t watched it) and then people rained on his parade saying he sucked. like what do you expect an Oscar winning performance? it’s his first time. if he didn't suck and was good i’d wonder why he was an idol in the first place 😝

improvisation makes me think is something that might be good for jaehyun during those “i’m not the main focus” moments. i think lots of people well known or beginning should take improve classes every now and then to learn/refresh their skills! plus i think it would be super fun! sorta like what they did when they were the college students he’s pretty quick on his feet when people give him a chance to get his thoughts together; and witty too 😊

what you said about his twitching/quirks reminded me of that. i for sure (despite not having watched it) think if given more than one chance he'll be able to grow comfortable enough during those in between moments ^^

i'm like terrified for winwin and yuta's acting debuts. people who are fans of yuta seem to have all these high expectations but from the trailer i'm like "eh, reminds me of Gokusen but edgier" lol i love yuta but i'm expecting it's going to be him glaring daggers (which he's amazing at doing already), the typical japanese tough school boy/tough guy growl (idk how they do this when they talk but i secretly love it), then proceed into a fight scene where the camera work is about about a C+ where you can clearly see no actual physical contact happened 🤣 but this is such a great opportunity for yuta and it’s like FINALLY he gets a chance to shine on his own and for winwin...like winwin is secretly my spirit animal 😊 but i'm not expecting much from him. he doesn't really "emote/react" that much when around the nct members and with wayv (though i did see laughing, talking, etc. more) it doesn't make me think like 'yeah he's going to be a decent actor" but he looks like he's having so much fun and that's all i care about ^^ when you do something you love and have fun doing it you’re not actually “working” so winwin fighting!

eh? jaehyun a good kisser you say? 😏😉 may just have to check it out lmao like no joke i would only assume this guy is an amazing kisser like he just has to be! lol

right? these girls going crazy over jaehyun's abs…i mean it's not like when johnny performed an almost magic mike like performance out of the f-ing blue lol my brain went "eh?!!!!!!!!!!!" when i saw him but jaehyun showing his abs is like "what? else? i can look up his abs on goggle and find a tons of pictures"

i hate that people only talk about his looks…i'm not a super ultra mega jaehyun stan or anything (i have very little memory of his exsistence in 127 until he came out in the regular teaser in the business suit and even then i thought ‘yeah he’d be that guy in the office all the women want to f*ck’ 🤣 and that was it. but he is a complex human being who is more than just a pretty face. there are times where i feel like he wants to say something but stops himself or someone interrupts before he can get his words out. i feel bad for him at times and wish people would stop obsessing over his appearance (but that's just me)

ugh…twitter is just fanwars and people trying to get their favorite member to trend by doing these “appreciation posts” saying things like "thank you for giving me a reason for being able to live day after day. my one and only love (insert nct member name)" [legit just saw this in regards to haechan on twitter since his name was trending] like bish….?!!!! are you for real?! please tell me that you have other reasons for living day after day and not because of some idol you don't even know lmao

awwwwww absolutely! anything you want to talk about i'm always here! it’s so fun to talk to other kpop fans and though i love writing my stories i want to talk/gossip/fangirl with all of you guys! i have no one to talk to about these kinds of things in my day to day life (my besties are male who don’t give a sh*t about kpop) so it's nice to chat/share opinions 😊

if you want to spam me with pictures of your favorite NCT member idc. if you want to talk about someone not getting enough lines, or a song not being what you expected (STICKER!!!!! 😤) you can! or if you want to rant about fans being stupid and starting unnecessary drama i’m here for ya!

i'm an oldie i've been listening to kpop since about '08/'09 and the only problem with having listened to kpop for that long is I'M SUPER CRITICAL of all these new groups lol like if y'all don't impress me like people did in SNSD/BIG BANG/2NE1 etc. then yeah…not gonna listen to you at all until you peek my interest...plus i'm just legit getting old and they are debuting babies now... -_- 14 IS TO DAMN YOUNG!!!

#anon

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