#he breaks out into tears and calebs just so confused

[anarcoqueer1994]

I need more of Eddie telling the band! Need it! Fix my brusied heart! Fix Steve's bruised heart! Tell me that he's everything! He is everything!!

Part 1 here.

Hope this fixes it <3 I'm going to admit my toxic trait is being angsty and not always being the best at fixing it. But I hope this is good. Thank you for reading!!

"Dude, what was that?" Gareth finally breaks the awkward silence between the 4 of them. They all look at Eddie.

He presses his palms to his eyes until he can see little white dots when he opens them again to stare at his three best friends. He feels like dirt. Actually less than dirt. He cared so much about what they would think of his dating Steve, that not only did hurt his favorite person in the whole world, but he did not even trust his friends enough to give them a chance. He finally lets out a sigh before saying "That was me fucking up. Like royally fucking up.".

"You going to explain, maybe?" Jeff asks, slowly putting the pieces together but confirmation from Eddie would be nice.

"I, um, I mean Steve and I have been seeing each other for the past 6 months, since Spring Break actually." Eddie finally says, holding his breath, waiting for a response.

"You guys have been seeing each other for six months?" Garreth parrots back in disbelief.

"Yea. He's my boyfriend...well he was. I actually don't know now." Eddie says sadly.

"You have been together for like half a year, and you didn't tell us, why?" Caleb asks, confused in why Eddie would hide this.

"I don’t know, man. It's just, in high school we would talk so much shit about people like Steve. And I know Steve better now, so I know how much of a great guy he is but like he is still an ex-jock. And I was worried about, you know." He mumbles.

"You were worried what we would think. Man, what is wrong with you?" Jeff laughs. "Eddie Munson isn't supposed to care what people think, even your loser friends."

'Besides, if you say he's good, we trust you, okay?" Gareth adds. "But I do have a couple of questions."

Eddie can't help but smile at his friends, even though his stomach still hurts thinking about the look on Steve’s face from a few minutes prior. But he indulges Gareth. "Ask away, I guess I owe you guys."

"Does he treat you alright?" Gareth asks simply.

Eddie nods softly. "He treats me better than anyone I've ever been with. He's always so soft and gentle with me. I swear, he looks at me like I'm something special, and I don't know why. Sometimes I don't think I deserve it."

"Do you love him?" Gareth follows up.

"God, more than anything." Eddie says with out hesitatation.

"And do you think he loves you?" He asks simply.

"I know he loves me. He tells me ever day." And not just with his words, but with his actions too. Steve shows Eddie he loves him every day with all the little things does for him.

"Then why are you still sitting down here, dude?" Gareth asks. "You better go and fix this before you lose him." He says it likes its the most obvious thing in the world.

Eddie hurriedly nods. Gareth is right. He has to talk to Steve, like now. He practically jumps up from the table, nearly tripping as does.

As he runs past his friends and up the steps, he looks at the cupcakes Steve had sat down on the small table by the steps. They looked homemade, a little messy but perfect. Steve had piped little silly hearts on them all, and in the center were little frosting dice. He can't help the way it makes his heart skip a beat. Steve was ridiculously romantic, and Eddie loves that.

He continues up the steps, two at a time, hoping Steve and the kids are up there, but they aren't. He frantically makes his way to door, only to see them sitting in Steve’s car through the window, still in the driveway. He's relieved.

As soon as he opens the door, all their eyes shoot up. He can see the look on Steve’s face, obviously trying to hold back tears. Even now, Steve is trying to be strong with the kids. Their eyes though looked like they could kill Eddie, even Dustin. He fucked up badly.

He nervously makes his way over to Steve's open window. When he gets there, Steve doesn't say a word, doesn't even look at him, just stares forward. Eddie tries anyway. "Stevie, can we talk...please? Alone?" He looks at the other 4 in the car.

Steve squeezes the wheel harder. He knows if he talks, he will start crying. And he doesn't want to do that in front of Eddie. Fuck, this hurts so bad. It felt like when Nancy called him and his love bullshit all over again. He is bullshit...he is nothing. Just a washed up ex jock, who is just there when people need him. He doesn't get the happy ending, the true love.

Dustin speaks up "You're an asshole, man. Go away." Not even Mike speaks up to defend him. Who does though, surprises him.

"He's not...." Steve whispers, unable to speak any louder. Steve can't see it, but Eddie sees all the looks of pitty shot at him. Eddie knows Steve shouldn't be defending him, but he is.

"No, Stevie. I am. I am an asshole. And I'm so sorry. Please can we talk?" Eddie begs.

Steve lets out a sigh before turning to the "kids." "Go on. It's fine. Go and clean up your shit so Mrs. Wheeler isn't mad." He tries to say in a straight voice.

They reluctantly get out but still shoot Eddie dirty glances as they head in. Eddie nervously walks to the passenger side and gets in.

"What do you want to talk about?" Steve chokes out, still not looking at him.

"What I said in there wasn't the truth. Steve, baby...I am so sorry. I did not mean it..." He tries pathetically.

Steve's hands are shaking as they stay rested on the steering wheel. He finally turns his head to look at Eddie. "Then why did you say it, Eddie? If you didn't mean it, why did you say it?!" His voices cracks, as a little tear escapes, running down his cheek.

All Eddie wants to do is reach over and wipe it away, but he thinks better of it. "Because I'm an idiot, sweetheart." He replies softly. "I shouldn't have hidden us, but today everyone was ganging up on me, and I got overwhelmed...and it just came out. You are not nothing, baby."

"Come on, Eddie! There had to be some truth to it, or it wouldn't have come out. I am not an idiot." Steve says in his bitchiest voice, his wall going up, trying to protect himself from more hurt.

It feels like a punch to his gut. Eddie really made Steve believe their could be some truth in his words. "Steve....I promise you, I was just being some vain asshole, too worried about my reputation as a cool metalhead." He says, knowing how lame it sounds to say out loud. "How could I, Eddie "the freak" Munson, possibly have ended up with the prettiest boy in school."

"What you said was fucked up, you know..." another tear escaping, but the punch is gone from his words.

"I know...I know. I am so sorry, princess. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Eddie pleads softly.

Steve gives him a sad smile, anger melting away leaving only hurt. "I'm just having a hard time believing that I'm not nothing...I mean, you didn't want to tell your friends. And like, I know I can be a little much sometimes, and overbearing. And I'm sorry if I embarrassed you...."He whispers. He feels like nothing, like bullshit, like trash. He isn't endgame, he's never anyone's endgame.

Hearing Steve Harrington apologize for being embarrassing makes Eddie feel like he is in some alternate dimension, maybe he never left the upside down. But more concerningly, to hear Steve sound so small, broke him. Steve was the bravest, sweetest, bitchiest, protective, hottest person he knew but right now, Steve felt small. And it destroyed him to know he caused this. He caused Steve to feel unimportant...unloved. and he had promised himself that he would never do that to him.

He reaches over and grabs Steve's hand, squeezing softly. "God, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. I am the one who was so self centered, that I did the worst thing I have ever done. I hurt you." He moves his other hand to Steve's cheek, and to his relief, Steve leans into, doesn't pull away. "I somehow made the person who is everything to me, feel like nothing. And that just won't do."

"Eds..." Steve whispers.

"Stevie, I promise you, I will spend everyday trying to make it up to you."

"You...you don't have to...." Steve says softly, sadly.

"Yea, I do. Because Steve, you are everything. You are it for me, sweetheart. There is not a single day I will let go by without you knowing that. I will never let anyone, including myself, make you feel like you are nothing." Eddie leans closer, resting his forehead against Steve's.

By this point, tears were freely falling down Steve’s face. But now he's smiling, even laughing a little. "You are such a sap, Eddie." He jokes before leaning in and placing a tiny kiss against Eddie's lips. "And I love you so much."

Eddie feels a million times lighter as he keeps holding Steve. "I love you too, baby. And you are everything...you are everything....you are everything. " He repeats as I to make sure Steve understands how true it is, not leaving any room for doubt in Steve’s head.

Thank you for reading again! Also side note, did not want to drag this out but definitely see the others eating all the cupcakes downstairs, leaving only one and Steve and Eddie share it.

Tag list (you all are so sweat) There are more but the max mentions was 50. I will reboot and add more

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@sereinpetrichor @kittycat1810

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #fix it fic

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hey, I'm a big sucker for DBD imagines and posts and you're one of the top three I like.

Is it ok if I can have some imagines of Caleb, Kazan, and Trickster reacting to an s/o who LOUDLY curses in their native tongue (Like Caleb = Irish S/O, Kazan = Japenese S/O) and they let it out during a trial with them, shocking even the crows.

I rage around failing gens and evading, and I always cause a scene when I do 😅. You don't have to find any accurate swear words or curses, I like to see the build up to their reactions for it XD!

Hi there! I hope ya like what I came up with, I wanted to try and google some swears in these languages so if something's incorrect, blame google! xD

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn reacting to his S/O cursing in Irish:

It’s a trial like any other for you. Repair generators, flee from the killer, yadda yadda.

The killer in this trial is Caleb, so you know he’s gonna go a bit easier on you, which is good because you feel distracted this trial.

It might be the map, you hate the creepy school of Silent Hill. Nothing ever seems to go right when you’re sent to this map.

To prove your point, you suddenly get very startled while sneaking up to a generator.

BANG! It’s a corpse, it just falls right out of a locker! Right in front of you, as you’re sneaking by!

You can’t help it, the words just come out.

“Nách mór an diabhal thú! Fucking manky piece of-”

“Y/N?”

The next second, you’re startled again, this time by none other than Caleb, sneaking up behind you.

“Caleb! What in the goddamn-”

Your curses are cut short when you see the confused look on Caleb’s face. 

He just stares at you, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s alright.

Then, he suddenly burst out into laughter.

He laughs and laughs, folding himself double where he stands, tears forming in his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. This thing scared me, alright?” you hiss, but Caleb only continues laughing as he leaves the room.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka reacting to his S/O cursing in Japanese:

You and Meg find each other in a trial. You decide to sneak up to a generator together, since you make a notoriously good engineer team.

The wet bamboo rustles beside you as you sit down at your silent generator, and as Meg keeps watch at first, you start working the cables.

This is easy. You know your way around generators, you’ve repaired hundreds of them by now.

Even though Kazan is the killer in this trial, you’re not nervous. He goes easy on you, and you’re not worried about Meg and her speedy legs.

Meg is still keeping watch just in case Kazan shows up, and you’re almost halfway on the generator. This is too easy, why-

BOOM!

A part of the generator explodes right in your face, and the next second all hell breaks loose.

“Kuso kurae! Motherfucker! This stupid piece of shit generator!”

You go on and on about where the generator can get lost and you don’t even notice Meg staring at you like she could kill you.

You do notice the heavy footsteps approaching, however. You go silent, just now noticing the echo from your angered voice.

Kazan looks at you, just staring from behind his mask.

Then, he grabs his sword and slowly saunters along, as if nothing had happened. You hear him mutter something to himself, then he’s gone.

The Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak reacting to his S/O cursing in Korean:

It’s just one of those days. Nothing goes right, and every possible thing fucks up.

You’re so tired of this trial, even if your Ji-Woon is the killer.

You wish this would just end already. You break every part in the generators, you can’t sneak or hide for shit apparently and on top of everything Quentin is just aimlessly staring at the wall whenever you come across him in the trial. He must be falling asleep again, stupid guy.

The cup finally spills over for you, when Ji-Woon finds you and decides to taunt you a bit.

He brandishes his knives, singing about how easy you are to catch and how useless your teammates are in this trial. It’s like a whole performance.

You sigh in anger and suddenly you shout: “Gae-sae-kki! Shut up, you idiot!”

Ji-Woon quiets down and stops in the middle of a tap dance, staring at you.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I love you”, you say. “Just, shut up! And you look stupid, dancing like that!”

A moment of silence, then Ji-Woon grins at you.

To your surprise, he leans over and kisses your cheek, then he giggles and starts walking towards Quentin, who’s now clearly asleep.

#dead by daylight #dbd #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd deathslinger #the oni dbd #the trickster dbd #kazan yamaoka #ji woon hak #the deathslinger x reader #dbd meme #the oni x reader #the trickster #the trickster x reader

[queeniecook]

June 17

After taking a few days to make arrangements and gather her thoughts, Jillian finally arrives in Brindleton Bay. She had called Dakota yesterday to make sure he'd be home today when she arrives.

The first part of their reunion is filled with happiness as Jillian jumps into Dakota's arms, he catches her and they share a kiss filled with their longing for one another. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.

Once they finally make it inside and Dakota goes into the kitchen to get them both sometimes to drink, he comes back to a sight that worries him.

Annabel Lee looks at the stumped male warlock in a way that says "Well, are you just going to stand there or comfort the poor girl?"

"Jillian?" Dakota questions, slowly approaching her as he could hear soft sobs coming from his girlfriend. He receives no response from her which worries him greatly. 

He slowly lowers her hands and rubs her arms in a effort to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk you about something very important." Jillian mumors quietly, not looking at Dakota. 

Dakota gulps, thoughts that she may be breaking up with him flash through his mind but why would she have greeted him with such happiness and a kiss just a bit ago if she was planning to end their relationship?

Jillian manages to dry her tears a bit before looking over at Dakota, she nervously grasps her hands together in her lap in a some effort to calm her nerves.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Dakota asks her, flashing back to when in this very room Vera told him she was choosing Caleb over him. Maybe this room was cursed? He has to know though. Better now than later. 

"No!" Jillian denies almost immediately. She sees Dakota relax slightly. She isn't sure he'll stay that way for long. She isn't sure how to tell him but he seems to be waiting patiently for her to speak now that he knows she isn't breaking things off with him. "I'm not sure how to say this. It's so early in our relationship and we didn't plan this...." Jillian inhales deeply, her exhale coming out in a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."

Dakota blinks, he was not expecting her to tell him that, of all things. "What?" was all he could manage to say. He tries to process the news. She's pregnant, they're expecting a baby. Together. He's going to be a father. All these thoughts shoot through his brain in rapid session. 

Jillian in her mind wasn't expecting Dakota to do backflips over her news or hug her in excitement but her heart was. She feels her chest get tight as new tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She stands, hugging herself and stepping away from the the man she loves.

"I'll understand if you want some time to think about things." She manages to say before she knows she won't be able to speak. She feels her heartbreaking, more than it did when Branson chose Neia over her. 

Dakota stares at Jillian in confusion before he rises, following her as she seems to be making her way towards the front door. "I don't need time." 

Jillian stops in her tracks and turns to look at Dakota, feeling hope spring up inside her.

"We're in this together." Dakota tells her, stepping in front of her to stop her from going any further. 

Jillian grasps Dakota's hand. "Do you really mean that?"

"I do. I love you and this baby...this baby is ours. I'm going to be there for them and for you." Dakota tells Jillian, glancing down at his cat as she meows in approval. He even thinks she may be smiling. He blinks and focuses back on his girlfriend. 

"I love you too." Jillian says, crying for a different reason this time. She flings her arms around Dakota. They might not have it all figured out yet but it's a start. 

~~flashbacks of Jillian thanks to @zosa95

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #dakota laws #jillian ambrose #annabel lee the cat #there's a reason for the cats involvement here mind you #jakota #ts4 #thesims4 #sims 4 #sims4 #simsstories #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling

[greazyfloz]

Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 16

Previous

“You fucked my best friend?!” Ethan yells at me, at the point I’m a mess. “Unbelievable” he says, shaking his sucking on the inside of his cheeks.

“Ethan, I didn’t know” I sob 

“If you knew, it wouldn’t have changed anything”

“Y-yes it would have” 

“How long have you been fucking him” he asks and I chose not to answer, “so it’s been awhile” he shakes his head then punches the siding of the house

“Ethan-“

“You know what, I’m done fighting with you. This is my wake up call to finally leave your ass to fail. I seem to be the only person that cares about you and this is how the world repays me. Y/n you’re going to ruin yourself at the rate you're going, and soon you’ll have no one” he says and my heart begins to rip out of my chest, 

“No Ethan stop” I sob “you’re being mean”. he rolls his eyes at me

“He's going to break your heart. And I won’t be there to put it back together” he says turning to the front door opening it. 

“Ethan, please” I beg through my tears. I just want him to listen. I can’t lose him but I think I have to. He looks back at me and I open my mouth but words come from his mouth first.

“Maybe Caleb was right about you. Because only a whore could fuck someone for years and not feel anything instead fucks their best friend”

My jaw dropped but I covered my mouth as the tears fly out of my eyes as I watched Ethan look at me with a slight shade of guilt before shaking his head and slamming the door. 

I dropped to my knees on his front porch trying to catch my breath. I sat on his front steps with my head resting on my knees sobbing hoping he would open the door. He never did.

I stand and walk down the street to Cassidy’s. Once I arrive at the door of her driveway I call her cell to tell her I am there, and she answers fairly quickly.

“Hello?”

“I- I am here” I whimper in the phone

“At my house? One sec I’ll come to the front” she says and I can hear her rushing towards her front door. She opens the door and looks at me concerned as I walk towards her. “What happened?!” She asks me as Nicole who must of came home with Cassidy after the library comes out on the porch as well

“Ethan- Mark- I made a mistake I think” I sob and Cassidy walks out and gives me a hug. 

“Come inside” she says, rubbing my back as we make our way inside the house. “Come sit on the couch, it’s only me and Nic, the roommates are gone” she says walking us to the couch. 

“Do you want me to call Khlo and Sav?” Nicole says and I nod. Nicole leaves the room to call the girls and I tell Cassidy everything from top to bottom.

“Wow” Cassidy says, and I just nod. “I’m sorry, I have so many questions but I don’t think it’s appropriate to ask” she says as Nicole walks back in the room.

“What happened?” Nicole asks

“Ethan called me a whore” I shortened the story because I don’t want to explain it again and she looks at me confused.

“I’ll tell you after” Cassidy assures her

“What do I do Cass?”

“Well, have you taken a test?”

“Wait. A test?! Like pregnancy test?! By who?!” Nicole asks

“Ethan” Cassidy says

“Maybe Mark” I add

“Holy fucking shit” Nicole says sitting down, “I mean everyone kinda had a feeling you and Ethan fuck but I was starting to think maybe not because I thought you may have been fucking Mark, but both w-“ she stops when she looks up to see Cassidy shaking her head at her to stop

Later that night Khloe and Savannah had joined us and I finally brought my phone out to check my messages, nothing from Ethan. But a missed call and 3 texts from Mark.

Mark: you alright? 

Mark: text me when you can

Mark: Where’s Eddy? He’s late for practice

I look through to see a couple other messages from Mackie, and Luca asking me the same thing “where’s eddy?”.

“Ethan didn’t go to practice” I announce to the girls

“Because you don’t love him back?” Nicole asks, “I’m sorry but that is a little fucked up don’t you think? Like he is mad at you because you thought that there was no strings attached because he said there was no strings attached”

“I think it has more to do with Mark” Savannah says to Nicole

“Should I text Ethan?” I ask them

“No!” All 4 girls speak at the same time

“Hey let’s go to the bar! That will make you feel better!” Nicole says

“I’m down” I say and Cassidy looks at me almost horrified as does Khloe,

“You can’t drink if you’re pregnant y/n” khloe says

“Well I’m only late for my period, I’m not actually pregnant” I say back and Cassidy roll her eyes at me

“That you know of” she says

“It’s probably not even alive, did you guys forget where she was Sunday?” Nicole says 

“Insensitive… but true” I say

“Only after you take a test” Cassidy says 

“Fine” I say

[Ethan POV]

I made my way into the dressing room alone and sat at my stall and started getting ready right away. I didn’t bother warming up or stretching as everyone in the room is already almost in full gear.

I feel everyone in the room staring at me as they finish getting ready and make their way out of the room. I continue getting ready and Grano takes a seat in the stall beside me as I am getting ready, “you good?” He asks but I ignore him, bending down to tie my skates.

He awkwardly leaves me to get ready after I ignore him and now it’s only me in the dressing room. I don’t really rush to get ready as I stand grabbing my helmet and gloves before making my way to the ice. 

I’m about five minutes late when I step on the ice but everyone is still shooting around. Going over to the bench I place my water bottle down before turning to skate around and get my legs loose before practice. As I turned I hear Coach Naurato call out to me: “Nice of you to join us Edwards”. I turn and nod my head backwards before continuing to skate towards a puck, “loosen up” I hear behind me.I roll my eyes and think to myself what does it look like I’m doing. 

As I approach the puck someone cuts in front of me rubbing up against me to take it, “sup eddy?” I hear and look up to see Mark. My blood boils looking at him, but I hear the whistle blow calling everyone into the huddle by coach. 

Mark watches me as I skate away from him and take a knee in the huddle. We listen to the coach congratulate us and tell us to forget about it as we have to focus on Tampa now. 

We did a couple drills before doing breakout drills where it was basically 5v5. I headed to the corner as the puck was dumped in. Both Hallum and I were digging in the corner against Grano and Mark as Mark began getting more physical to win the battle. I back out a little and chop Mark’s feet so he falls forward onto the ice. 

The whistle blows and coach calls out, “ that was a penalty, next lines” as Mark stands back up to his feet.

“What’s your deal today?” Mark says, nudging my shoulder as he skates by. Instead of answering him I turn and cross check him hard above the number on his back making him fall to his knees again. 

This time Mark is a lot quicker on returning to his feet as he turns and cross checks be back against my chest making me lose my balance slightly, but bouncing back to push him “fucking prick”

“what the fuck is wrong with you” he says lifting his stick then slamming on top of mine so it falls from my hand. I look at him as my stick hits the ice before I tackle him to the ground

“What’s my problem?” I yell, keeping him in a headlock as some of the guys rush to pull us away from eachother, “sleeping with y/n behind my back. Fuck you” I say. They were quick to pull us apart, both Luke and Grano pulled me away as I looked down at him, “stay away from her” I say making my way back to the line, “I’ll fucking kill you” I say as I look back at him.

“Edwards, Estapa you're both done for the day. Showers” Naurato yells at Mark and I as I get the the back of the line, “don’t come tomorrow if you’re going to act like little boys, I have other guys that can fill the lines in Tampa” 

I leave the line skating towards the bench to grab my water bottle. As I approach the bench I lift my stick above my head and slam it hard over the boards, snapping it in two before throwing it on the ice. I grab my water, then leave the ice.

I get up to the room first, and throw my helmet hard into my stall. I sit and rub my face before dragging my hand through my hair. Mark walks in soon afterwards and sits at his stall. I don’t even look up at him, but I already know that he isn’t looking at me either. 

“I take it she told you” Marks says as me both sit back in our stalls still in our gear.

“Yeah, after she told me she might be pregnant” I tell him and I watch a confused yet scared Mark look over at me, “don’t worry might not be yours”

“You the other option?” He asks as if he already knows the answer to his own question. I just suck on my tongue and nod my head beginning to take my gear off.  “ so the rumours are true then?” he says looking down at his skates.

“ I’m glad it was that obvious to everybody, wasn’t obvious enough for her to see that everyone knew”

“ fuck, I’m sorry, Eddy. But.-“

“ I don’t wanna hear it. It’s fine just don’t smother me in your guys’ relationship.” I say standing up and leaving not even bothering to shower.

[Y/n POV]

We returned back to Cassidy’s after getting a test and I shut the door behind me as I entered her bathroom.  Savannah knocks asking if she can come in after she hears the toilet flush and I yell out that it’s fine.

She enters as I snap the cap back on placing the stick on the sink counter and I sit on the toilet. Savannah jumps up and slides her bum on the counter sitting with me, “when did you and Mark even happen?” She asks, 

“Started like a week and a half ago kinda” I say

“Started, so is it still a thing?” 

“I don’t know after this”

“You told him too?”

“No but I’m sure Ethan will”

“I feel like the chances of it being Mark’s is slim, if you know- you are… I mean I feel like it would take a little longer than a couple of days for you to miss a period” she says and I nod

“I shouldn’t have said anything to Ethan” I say shaking my head, “not until I knew for sure”

“Well-“

“But I needed Ethan” I say interrupting her, “and I couldn’t keep it from him anymore”

She opens her mouth but my alarm rings, telling me it’s time to check the test. I stand and take a deep breath before flipping it over exposing a single line. I breath out fast with a slight chuckle, “thank god”

“Oh my god, yay!” Savannah says, she smiles but quickly stops when she notices I’m not smiling, “wait, what’s wrong?”

“I just ruined my friendship with Ethan for nothing” I say

“Well I mean he kinda ruined it first falling in love with you, what were you going to say if you weren’t late?”

“True” I say, “I don’t think I’m going to go out tonight” I say leaving the bathroom and heading back to the rest of the girls to share the news. My phone started to ring when I reached the bottom of the stairs and my phone showed Mark’s contact, I was quick to answer: “Hey Mark” 

“Eddy tried to jump me at practice” he says not greeting me

“Mark-” I say but he cuts me off

“He told me“ 

“Please don’t be mad at me. Can we please talk about this?”

“I’m just confused, but yeah, I’ll come by your place now” he says.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there”

I quickly gather my things and head out the door. Cassidy follows me out the door and drives me home. I get home and Mark knocks on my door not even 5 minutes of me being there. I turn and swing the door open. I can’t tell what mood he is in or how he truly feels about the situation based on his face, yet I still find myself wrapping my arms around his waist. I feel his arms wrap around me and rub my back. 

“I’m sorry, Mark”

“Were you two fucking while we were?” Mark asks me and I pull away slightly to look up at him

“A little at first but things changed when you punched Caleb” I tell him and I see him smile only slightly

“Which time?” he says and I crack a slight smile as well

“The second time” I say, then wiping the smile off my face looking at him again seriously, “Mark you know if I was pregnant though, it would have most likely been Ethan’s” I say, immediately feeling gross and tears from uncomfortability leaves my eyes

“If? So you took a test?” he asks me

“Yeah” I say, “I’m not pregnant”

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich blurbs

[clonehub]

Rewatching tbb wish me luck.

S1E1

First thing I've noticed is that the way tbb fights is really inefficent. It looks cool until you realize they're taking out droids one by one and techs droid poppers are only good for one use each. A normal droid popper would take out maybe like 6 droids at once if they're close enough. Tech used three and got three but we saw the whole sequence of it ig bc it's mean to be cool?

And again like I'm confused bc how much of this is their own skill and how much is access to weapons that regular clones don't have.

Like why does tech insist on getting as close as possible to stick these grenades and droid poppers on droids when the more efficient thing is to throw it from a distance?

"if you're done hiding down there" shut UPPPP oh my god

You know how like. Ppl say the Travis books are mean spirited and the jkr books are mean spirited. This feels mean. Like these are clones who were about to be overrun, who needed help, who relied on you to save them and you're immediately berating them for what?? Needing reinforcements? Waiting for YOU to do YOUR job?

No bc like just how like in s7 tbb gets away with breaking chain of command they do it here too. The captains right to berate them for insubordination like huh.

Caleb's voice has me in tears 😭

Geez the way they converse is so annoying. Wrecker is so annoying. I don't like characters that yell a lot sorry.

Kinda crazy that it took tbb that long to run back.

"talk to the reg captain" he has a name

Again the way they say regs just sounds like a slur.

Also like I feel like episode one is just the beginning of everyone else being rewritten in order to prop up tbb like kanans fans were PISSED his entire story about O66 was rewritten to give something to them.

Ah yes the first instance of Wrecker and tech being the dumb/genius trope.

Now that I think about it it actually feels kinda disrespectful to have like. The goofier/funnier moments of like the food fight and all that in an episode where a genocides just been committed???

And like wrecker isn't funny they don't actually know how to write funny. When that one critic said their personalities had been turned up to an almost caricaturish degree they were right.

And tech here asking that one clone what division he's from and naturally being brushed aside and then using that as evidence that they're still the same. Like huh. You see kaminos lockdown you see the Jedi have all been executed you see ppl got shit to do and you step directly in front of someone to ask them a stupid question like that 😭 like what was even the point of that scene they just screen wiped immediately after 😭

Good lord they're so ugly.

"they manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA--" ok so like. An aberration implies something bad. Defect implies something bad. But it's clear these aberrations were good differences taken to their extremes. Because in what world is looking at someone's DNA and seeing there actually a genius (barring that this isn't how this works) like actually a defect. "Oh this guy's strong and this one seems to have stronger senses" that's. They started out good and then were taken further??? Like??? And it was done on purpose too, not like the the Batch were unplanned, the Kaminoans specifically made them this way which is a luxury and privilege like no other clones can have.

Which is what annoys me so much about tbb being bullied by regs for being ~different~ bc that's such a shallow read on what differences exatly would make the regs hate tbb so much. Like no kdy gets bullied for being smart or strong they get bullied for being annoying as hell and being arrogant and derisive to ppl they think are "beneath" them. So the bad batch were bullied for their appearance then and the privilege they have over other clones in clone society. So like. These white boys that were made to be better than everyone else and get rewarded for it all the time look down on the """regs""" why am I meant to side w tbb lbr. Like it looks like hyped up white kids getting bullied by jealous brown kids. Huh. Bffr.

This is so bad. IM ONLY 18 MINUTES IN WHAT--

"you're more machine than man percentage wise" die

#ch posts #tbb rewatch #just. shrieks lmao

[peach-the-owl]

A Second Chance

(Part 2 for A Terrible Fate)

Child of the Nein (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader)

It’s been about half a year since part 1 came out… I figure I could at least make this my last post before the new year

Jester

You weren’t sure where you were, one second you were fighting, then you felt something very painful and then just as quickly the pain’s gone but now you’re somewhere you’ve never been before.

“Hello? Anyone there?” You ask, there’s a small flash and suddenly you’re staring up at the Traveler. Your eyes sparkling at the deity.

“There you are, I was worried I wouldn’t reach you in time.” He sounded relieved, which confused you a little, you’ve never heard the Traveler sound so… melancholy before.

“In time for what?” You ask innocently. He shakes his head and lifts you into his arms, carrying you somewhere. You vision suddenly flashes white and the next thing you hear is harsh sobbing.

It takes you a second but you manage to creak open your eyes, once you do you see that Jester is the source of the sobbing, eyes squeezed shut as she presses her hands against your chest. Slowly piecing together what happened your own eyes water a little, and with a shaky hand you raise it up and place it on her cheek, making her jump a little at the sudden contact.

“Mama, please don’t cry, I don’t like seeing you sad.” You say with a slight scratch in your voice, this only seems to make her cry harder but more so with tears of joy.

“You’re okay! You’re okay! I was so scared I lost you.” She bawls as she plants kisses all over your face and hugs you tight to her chest. You lean into her embrace as a few of your own tears well up. “You’re okay now. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Jester murmurs, holding you close.

Veth

You felt panicked, you didn’t know where you were or what was happening, the last thing you could remember was taking a hit for Luc… oh... Thankfully for you there isn’t much time to think about what had just happened as a soft light enters your vision beckoning you towards it, but you hesitate unsure if you really should go towards it or not. You hear muffled voices on the other side, they sounded panicked and desperate, which got you curious as you step closer. Still muffled but it sounded like Veth’s voice… and Luc’s… and Yeza’s… they were all begging for you to come back, to them. You reach toward the light and your vision blanks.

You cough and gasp as you suddenly spring awake, staring at the lava lake before getting tackled to the ground with a yelp. You look at your brother clinging to you, a look of guilt on his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry. I just wanted to be brave like you and mom.” He blurts out. You don’t really know how to react, but try to help him feel better by patting his back and looking to Veth for help. She just walks over and wraps her arms around the both of you, littering kisses all over your face. Yeza joins in on the other side, resting his head on yours with a shaky but relieved sigh.

This moment, this one moment with them is what finally made it click in your mind that you really did belong. That despite who you are or who you were, they were your family, and nothing was going to change that.

Caleb

Why did everything go dark? Why was everything so quiet? You didn’t like this, you didn’t want to be here, wherever here was, you just wanted to go home. As if hearing your wish, soft light breaks the darkness, you didn’t know what it was but light was usually a good sign so you make your way towards it. The closer you got the brighter the light became and you could hear faint muffled voices on the other side, you couldn’t tell what was being said but whoever was talking sounded scared and sad. You reach out to the light the brightness consuming you for a second before fading to a softer tone, and your body felt sore.

The second you’re able to open your eyes you see Caleb hunched over, gripping at himself so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Concerned for him, you reach over and tap his shoulder to see what’s wrong, the second you do he immediately snaps his head in your direction letting you see just how much of a mess he was.

“Caleb?” Your voice came out scratchy and felt as sore as your body. “Are-are you okay? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t respond right away, just places a hand on your cheek and soon his eyes well up and start spilling tears. You don’t remember ever seeing Caleb cry like this before, or at all, so you try to help wipe his tears away like he always does for you.

“No, don’t.” He stops you, pulling you close enough to press his head against your chest. “Please just… just let me listen to your heartbeat for a minute.” You were still a bit confused but don’t question it further, instead wrapping your arms around him as best you could and let him take as much time needed to calm down.

Caduceus

It feels like you’re dreaming seeing your family happily waving you over to join them. You hesitate to move, this didn’t feel right, your mother looks at you curiously before walking to you instead, stopping a few feet away.

“I…” You weren’t sure what to say, taking a second to try and place this odd feeling. “I don’t think I’m supposed be here.” The words slipped out as if you weren’t even the one saying them. Your mother looks past you a second, her expression soften, a knowing look on her face.

“No, you’re not. It’s far too soon for you to join us, he needs you more right now.” She gives you a loving smile and hug before walking back to her original place next to your father. You give a teary smile as you slowly turn around, your eyes then widen in awe at the sight of the Wildmother standing in front of you, her own smile mirroring your mothers as she beckons you over. When you approach her she kneels down and takes you into her arms, her embrace as warm and comforting as a summer morning.

“Can… can I go home now?” You ask innocently, you hear a soft hum come from her as she nods. She places a kiss upon your forehead, your vision turning white for a moment.

The first thing you feel is teardrops falling on your cheeks, your eyes fluttering open in reaction where you see is a tearful Caduceus looking back at you in shock that quickly turns to relief, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple while holding you close. No words were exchanged in this moment as no words were needed for either of you to express your joy and relief to each other.

Fjord

You lay on your back drifting in nothingness, it didn’t feel real, shouldn’t you be in pain? After all you were just stabbed. You don’t have long to ponder on this as a soft light starts to take over your vision, vines gently wrap around you and for just a second you see the image of a woman before you, then the light engulfs your vision entirely turning everything white.

You sit up quickly with a gasp, part of you feeling slightly panicked from the sudden shift from nothing back to being on the ship, someone’s arms were wrapped around you, keeping you from moving too far.

“It’s alright (y/n), it’s going to be alright. Just breath.” You follow their instructions and once you calm yourself enough you look up to see Caduceus smile back at you. “Hey, welcome back.” This was confirmation enough from him for you to fully piece together what happened, you decide to lean into him as you continue to catch your breathe. You aren’t sure how long it is but eventually you hear the sound of water splashing and people stepping onto the deck. Caduceus then helps you onto your feet, once stabilized you look over and see the rest of the Nein drying or brushing themselves off, Fjord looks your direction and stops everything he’s doing a look of pure relief on his face.

“(Y/n)!” He rushes to you and scoops you up in his arms, holding you close and places kisses onto your temples. “I’m so glad you’re alright, don’t ever scare me like that again.” His voice shakes a little as he says this. You’re able to get the strength to hug him back, nuzzling into his neck as you finally allow yourself to cry. Of course not everything was sunshine and rainbows yet, you still had the Tombtakers and Aeor to deal with, for now though you and Fjord just savoured this reunion.

Beau (this one became longer then I originally intended)

Where were you? What happened? Did you die? So many questions raced through your mind but as quickly as they appeared they disappeared when a bright light shimmers through the nothingness. Briefly you catch a glimpse at the figure before you’re pulled back into reality with a gasp. Looking over at Jester who offers as positive a smile as she can.

“Hi.” She greets. You just manage a wave at her before looking around, things still looked pretty rough for everyone, unfortunately your head was still a little dizzy so you couldn’t fully focus on what was happening. You can’t even take a minute to collect yourself before Beau rushes over to you.

“(Y/n)! Are you feeling alright?” Beau kneels down and tries to check on you but you wave her off.

“I’m fine thanks to Jester.” You simply say.

“Good, because we’re not done yet. This time I need you to stay as far from Lucien as possible.” She instructs, you stare at her as if she just went insane.

“How am I supposed to help if I’m nowhere near the battle?” You question.

“Your not the one who’s going to battle this time.” Beau says sternly.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. I need you to stay out of this one, got it.”

“But we need as much help as w-”

“(Y/n) for once, please just stay out of this!” Despite the insanity all around you, Beau’s outburst has you pausing. You’ve never heard her sound so desperate like this before, finally noticing the tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t- I can’t lose you again, okay. So please… just stay out of this.” You never thought you’d see a day where Beauregard of all people would beg for something.

“I-” There was a lot going through your mind you wanted to say, but could only manage one word before letting Beau re-enter the fight. “Okay.”

Yasha

It was dark, it was lonely, you were scared. You knew what happed to you and you felt awful because of it. You thought you were being so careful, yet apparently you just weren’t careful enough.

“No need to look so blue, little one.” You hear a woman’s voice speak, looking around you until you see someone you don’t recognize approach. You stare at her wearily, she just offers a soft smile. “May I sit with you?” She asks. After a moment you nod, scooting over as if to make room for her to join you. You sit in silence with the woman for what feels like a long time before she finally speaks again. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Th-thank me? Why?” You ask in a hushed voice.

“For helping bring light back into Yasha’s life. Just you being with her has helped her more then you or she could ever know. Because of you, the weight she bears on herself has grown lighter, I couldn’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for her.” The woman replies with a content smile.

“Wait! Are you-” Before you can finish a warm light starts to engulf your body. The woman looks to you, her smile never wavering.

“Please, look after her for me, won’t you?” Is the last thing you hear her say before everything turns white.

When you’re able to open your eyes again you find yourself laying in your bed at the Xhorhaus, and after a second to focus yourself you realize that someone was gently gripping your hand. You’re not surprised when you turn to see a dozed off Yasha is the culprit, giving her hand three firm squeezes stirs her from her sleep. She looks at you with wide eyes before they soften to tearful relief and your pulled into her lap for a hug, words were never her forte but this hug alone conveyed enough and you easily return the gesture. For moment while the two of you embraced it almost felt like another pair of arms had joined, wrapping around the two of you.

Molly

You didn’t know where you were and that terrifies you, to try and help yourself calm down you take some deep breaths while humming a calm tune to yourself. It helps and not long after there’s light cutting through the darkness, wasting no time you hurry towards it, everything turning white the closer you get.

When you open your eyes again and manage to sit yourself up you don’t see anyone around but do find a cup of water resting on the nightstand next to you. You gulp down the water, helping relive some of the soreness that lingered in your throat, as you finish your drink the door opens and Jester steps into the room.

“(Hey, you!)You’re finally awake!” She beams. Jester goes on to ask how you are as well as a few other questions before you ask a question of your own.

“Where’s Molly?” You look at her worried, her expression drops at this.

“He’s in the room down the hall.” She pauses a second before adding. “He’s been really quiet since everything happened.” You nod and shuffle out of the bed, letting Jester guide you to where Molly was hiding himself away.

You knock on the door and wait, when there’s no answer you slowly open the door and peek inside the room. There you see Molly sitting with his back to the door, hands tightly gripping at his head, the whole atmosphere in the room feeling… off, you just couldn’t pinpoint why. Stepping in farther you notice something you’ve never seen before, the eye tattoo on Molly’s neck almost looked like it was giving off a glow.

“Molly?” You felt concerned, having never seen him look this distressed before. Your voice makes him perk up, the odd atmosphere from earlier completely disappearing when he turns to stare at you. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay but in the blink of an eye he’s kneeling next to you and wrapping you in his arms tightly.

“Don’t you dare ever do that to me again.” He near sobs, not even bothering to try and mask his emotions away. You end up shedding tears of your own, overwhelmed with your own emotions over everything that happened as you hug him back just as tightly.

#critical role #critical role & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #jester lavorre #jester & reader #nott the brave #nott & reader #veth brenatto #veth & reader #caleb widogast #caleb & reader #caduceus clay #caduceus & reader #fjord #fjord stone #fjord & reader #beauregard lionett #beauregard & reader #yasha nydoorin #yasha & reader #mollymauk tealeaf #mollymauk & reader

[thelatenightideologies]

“How have you been baby?” I ask with interest, eyes staring at him with love. My boyfriend , (and hopefully future husband) Caleb looked at me with a longing look in his eyes. Sitting atop the desk in my room while I layed on the big white bed. Caleb, The man who is my everything. He is my rock, my baby, the love of my life.

“I’m okay my love, as always.”

He seemed more distant today, seeming to avoid my eyes as much as possible, an aura of sadness lacing his soul.

We met when we were 16 and in high school. He was the class clown, the one to always make me smile, even in my darkest times. With fluffy blonde hair and a smile crafted by the gods themselves, I soon developed a crush on him.

After I finally gained the confidence to ask him out, we began dating for the next 4 years. My family adore him and his accepted me as their own quickly.

Time seems to fly by when i’m with him. He makes me feel like I am worth more than each of the stars in the sky. I always will love him. doesn’t matter how much hurts.

“Let me go”

“Sorry, what did you say baby?” I turned to Caleb, shocked to see the seriousness in his face. Had I done something wrong?

“It’s time to let me go”

A cold shiver went up my spine, spreading a trail of small bumps. He’s never talked to me so serious before.

“What are you talking about?” Why was he acting like this? Has something happened that I don’t remember doing?

“It’s been months, they won’t believe you are okay if you don’t let me leave.” I stared at him in confusion and sadness, was he breaking up with me??

“Don’t you remember.. i’m not here anymore?”

“The crash? You were driving.”

“ i don’t blame you, the other driver was drunk.”

“It’s time to let me go.”

“STOP” I yelled with confusion. “Why are you saying this to me, stop!” Hes lying hes lying he has to be lying.

I turned my head to look at him, confused and frustrated tears pooling in my blue eyes.

“I cant.” I whispered eerily, my mind going haywire

“It’s okay baby, you might not see me but I’ll always be here.” I couldn’t handle what he was trying to tell me. I know I have to let him go, but how do I do that?

“promise you’ll stay with me?” I whispered hauntingly into the padded room.

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

“I love you Caleb”

“I love you Chloe”

Turning my head, I watched as Caleb faded away from me with a smile of reassurance. A lone tear dripped down my cheek, leaving a salty taste on my tongue.

I know he’s still here, I just can’t feel him anymore. His soul floats freely in the wind with the birds, and there he may still till we meet again.

#horror #creepy stories #original poem #poems on tumblr #short stories #short story #english literature #spilled poetry #poetry #stories #original writing

[simplystefanie-rae]

Do I just do bullet points, like???? also why is the text functions so fucking different, c'mon man

people band wagon hate mike wheeler for almost (key word, almost) no reason

worst thing mike did this season was refuse to support lucas just because he had an interest outside of their nerd shit, but dustin and eddie (EDDIE, an adult, couldnt reschedule the fucking dnd session??? youre an adult and lucas is just trying to find a foothold in high school, reschedule your stupid game!!!) are equally guilty but they get no shit for this

mikes probably a little oblivious (regarding wills feelings) but that's the worst you could really say about him in this situation. It's not like he can read will's mind. i will say they could have did that scene better in ep 8 where will is crying like right next to him in the van and mike supposedly doesn't hear him even tho it was super obvious. He was clearly meant to not hear him, so maybe they should have blocked that out better.

I was really hoping will was asexual/aromantic for some good honest rep (last season I swore up and down that was the direction they were going), but eh, whachu gonna do. This still works well enough. I'm curious where they're gonna take his character and this arc next season. I am looking forward to him getting back into the thick of the plot.

The nancy/steve plot confused the fuck out of me the entire season and i still can't really pinpoint... the point of it. From steves perspective I totally can, but nancy's side of things (and subsequently jonathans) i just got huge fat question marks over it.

i loved steve/nancy in season 1, was disappointed they decided to break them up even though they turned steves archetype on its head, but was willing to compromise for a thruple cuz like...cool. I coulda dug it. But they never did it (mainstream media really aint about poly relationships yet which is a shame), and learned to like nancy and jonathan well enough that to rehash this in season 4 with one season left seems... i don't wanna say questionable, because this has to go somewhere, but if it's just to reaffirm nancy and jonathans relationship while steve is just left to move on, again, i will be wondering why they bothered. You could say the point is for nancy to reject the idea of a typical suburban family lifestyle, but she already did that in season 1 so again...why? Definitely dug the tension between her and steve tho, and all his vulnerable moments with her. I'll enjoy it while it lasts lol

LUCAS. god, lucas. I hope they continue to give him great material next season because damn have they been sleeping on calebs acting. the only time i ever teared up this entire show was when he was holding max and crying out for his sister, which was improv!!! I hope he has a damn good storyline next season, he deserves it

i do have issues with some of his storyline this season tho. his stuff with max was amazing, i wouldnt change that for anything. but i really feel some type of way that they had his friends NOT go to his game... and wrote this in a way where lucas was in the wrong by framing his interest in basketball as a shallow quest for popularity. That is such shit, especially after they had a line where lucas said he was doing this because he was tired of being bullied, which is very understandable, tho i don' know why they couldn't simply have it as him really loving basketball since he seems to actually enjoy it, but i digress. I was waiting all season long for a scene between him, mike and dustin, where lucas got to be rightfully upset with them for ditching him when he stressed how important it was to him. But instead, naturally, we got lucas telling jason he was wrong for looking up to him and wanting to be like him... like look, just because Jason turned out to be a...bit of a dick (more on him later) doesn't mean lucas was wrong for wanting to focus on a sport he really liked and wanting his friends to support him in it. There was no way for him to know that the basketball team was gonna pop off like that, that's such manipulative writing and i hate that kinda shit. #justiceforjocklucas the team needs more jocks anyway!! steve cant be the only one punching the shit out of things

....i really zoned out of joyce and murrays storyline, it was just so boring compared to what was going on in hawkins. Hoppers was good tho, especially when he got to play off of enzo (forget is real name, antonov?) tho i do think they could have left him dead, it would have freed up so much more time for other characters that desperately needed it (mike, jonathan, and will most notably)

i got more to say but ill do it in another post, don't want this to be super long. I have stuff to say about max, el, vecna, eddie, chrissy, and jason

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #just some thoughts here #i was gonna get all this out earlier #i avnt really posted regularly on tumblr in so long tho and iv been so tired lately from work #but i finally mustered some time/energy

[brenbrennn]

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳'𝘴...ღ

Summary: You haven't really come out to the others fully in the mighty nein about your internal struggles, the only thing you’ve really disclosed is what you would like them to call you by (obviously). They fully excepted your explanation right off the bat. Though for the most part, you were pretty comfortable with who you were, a side of you despised your body. Especially the way you presented. So you started to bind up your chest not to feel any less dread about your tits. There's a day though when that dysphoria hits you like a bag of bricks so you go to your ‘friend’ for advice. That friend being Caleb Widogast. Authors Note: Hey-lo! I decided to get this out today seeing as I’m still in the process of finishing up a critical role request. Originally this was supposed to be for all of the adventuring party but I made up my mind on posting only the Caleb part. Maybe if its wanted I’ll write for the rest of the party.  Warnings: Depictions of Body dysmorphia , venting , and reader is mentioned to have boobs in the summary.  Caleb Widogast!!- *While strolling around and adventuring with the others he noticed your odd behavior, he has a good eye for body language *The entire time you seemed uncomfortable. Very much sulking in posture and keeping a  odd stance. *He didnt want to break any boundaries so he didnt press,  he just left it bee. It was until you knocked on the door of his and Notts inn room. *At the time she was not in so Caleb just sat crisscrossed on his bed, his spellbook in hand. *His head graced up from the pages and his face grew to one of confusion. As you opened the door he noticed your dry, red eyes and that confusion grew more concern. *He tapped his book shut and clamped it back where it always went, you both hadn't shared a word yet. Until he just gave you a look of wanting to help as much as he could. *His hand gestured to the empty room on his bed and you made your way over, plopping right on the mattress. There was silence until that gate you tried to keep from bursting open did just that. Wet and grime tears seeped out of your eyes, and your whole ‘okay’ layer completely shattered. *Caleb felt a hard-hitting feeling of guilt and hurt, guilt because he hated seeing you like this. He wasnt the best at giving comfort/advice (at least to him) but he would try anything to make your harsh feelings filter out. *You spilled the whole binding situation and you poured out the hurtful feelings you had on your whole outward presentation. How it was so uncomfortable and dreadful on the days your brain would force you to remember how your physique wasnt perfectly tied up in a bow. He just quietly listened to your rant, knowing that you right now just probably wanted another person to listen to you. *Caleb understood those feelings to a whole level and gave the most Caleb advice ever. That he very much got where you were coming from, that you weren't crazy. “This is a totally normal feeling and Im sorry I can't help you fix it. But you’re still you... You are still the person I know and love.” Gently he cupped your cheeks. “The mind is a horrible thing but a good one, and the thoughts can get too loud. I wish I could just fix it but Im glad to help you find better ways to feel more assured in your body instead of binding.” *Suddenly, a warm bundle of fur hopped onto the bed and curled up in the middle of you both. Caleb and you shared a small chuckle, A dash of a warm smile fell on Caleb's face. It was nice to see you more at ease than when you entered. Your hand went right to petting the cute little cat and the air became more light. *Slowly , the room door creaked open. Nott was in the doorway (flask in hand) like “What did I miss??”

#Critical role x reader #critrole x reader #critical role #Mighty Nein x reader #The Mighty Nein #The Mighty Nein x reader #mighty nein angst #Caleb Widogast x reader #Bren Aldric ermendrud x reader #CALEB MY LOVEEEE #Mmmm wizard man #mighty nein #flood my inbox!!

[soletlunasims]

About two weeks had past since Gunnar brought Bowie home. He was spending a lot of time adjusting to his new way of life. It was exhausting but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Gunnar still had not told Chip or Caleb about the baby. It was a tough subject to drop on someone. He wanted to be as gentle as possible about breaking the news. Because of this, he thought it may be better to tell Chip first since it would be less overwhelming to have both Chip and Caleb asking him questions. He figured Chip should know first because he was a bit closer to him than Caleb.

Gunnar called Chip to set up a day for him to come over, possibly for dinner. He also warned him that he had big news and that it may be a bit of a shock but not to worry too much.

Chip did worry, though. That's what fathers do. They worry about their children, blood or not. Chip tried his best not to get worked up, though, until he got to hear what Gunnar had to say.

The weekend after they talked, Chip showed up at Gunnar's cabin. They hugged and Gunnar handed Chip a spare key.

Chip looked at him puzzled. "Is this the 'big news' you had me all worked up about?"

Gunnar laughed nervously. "Ah... No... But, it's kind of related."

Chip perked up. He had a really good guess as to why he would need Gunnar's key. "You need me to watch the house? You going on a trip? Oh.....oh! Are you going to surprise Ares? You are, aren't you?"

Gunnar's face got red when he said that but not for the reason Chip imagined. "Uh... No, actually. There's.... There's a lot that you need to hear. Let's go inside. I'll tell you everything."

Chip followed him inside. The worry he felt before seemed 10 times heavier. What could Gunnar possibly HAVE to tell him?

Gunnar and Chip entered the main living area. Gunnar was noticably on edge. He tried to play it off with hospitality. "Go ahead and make yourself at home. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Coffee? Perhaps something stronger...?"

Chip shot Gunnar a look. " What...? Something stronger? No. Gunnar. What's wrong, man? Something's up."

Gunnar sighed. He leaned against the archway between the kitchen and the living room. "This isn't easy.... What I need to tell you." He looked at Chip, who was still standing practically in the doorway. He sighed again and looked away from him. Chip waited patiently. He knew that Gunnar was a man of his word. He wouldn't just keep him in the dark forever.

Gunnar finally piped up. "Did Ares ever tell you about our fight?"

Chip thought about it for a moment. "Well... I brought it up to her once. When you told me about it but she wouldn't tell me anything. You were awfully vague about it as well." He raised an eyebrow at Gunnar. "Are you finally going to tell me what that was all about?"

Gunnar inhaled sharply. "Yeah.... Yes.... That's what I'm going to tell you about. Uh... Would you like to sit down?"

Chip glared at him. He felt anxious but to Gunnar, it looked like Chip was ready to rip his heart out if he said the wrong thing. "I'll stand. Thank you, though."

Gunnar put his hands in his pockets. He shifted his gaze around the room. He was trying to hold back tears the entire time. Then he laughed. "This is so beyond fucked. I really don't even know how to bring this up to you."

Chip lowered his guard a bit and walked over to Gunnar. He put his hand on Gunnar's shoulder and looked in his eyes. Then he pulled him in for a hug. "If it's as bad as you say it is, then I have already set my expectations for what you're going to tell me. You don't need to worry. I'm not going to judge you or cast you out of my life. It's not like you murdered someone, right?"

Gunnar chuckled slightly at that. "No... Nothing like that.... Actually, kind of the opposite."

Chip laughed, confused. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Gunnar was still nervous. He thought about it. How would he get this out? "Can I..... Can I just show you?"

Chip's smile dissipated a bit. "Sure."

Gunnar had chip follow him to his bedroom. It was very quiet. Gunnar was actually surprised how quiet it had stayed in the house this entire time. If Bowie had cried, it could have tore the bandaid off for him. He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed a finger to his lips indicating to be quiet as they entered the room. At that point, Chip had a sinking feeling of what was behind the door.

Gunnar slowly opened the door. He looked away and at the ground, afraid to see Chips reaction. Then he heard a gasp. Gunnar feared there was something wrong with Bowie. He ran over to the bassinet. "BOWIE! IS SOMETHING WRONG?!"

Chip chuckled. Gunnar looked over at him and had to do a double take. Chip had a huge smile on his face, tears welled in his eyes. "No... Nothing is wrong with him. He's absolutely perfect."

Gunnar was shocked. He did not expect that reaction. Seeing Chip on the verge of tears sent him in a fit as well. "He's your grandson."

Chip looked up at Gunnar and laughed "I kind of figured that.... Oh, he looks just like his mom when she was a baby..... Aww."

That's when Gunnar realized that the hard part of the conversation hadn't even happened. Explaining why he had Bowie. Why Gunnar and Ares fought in the first place. Gunnar didn't want to make Ares look bad but he had to be completely honest with Chip. He lost his smile. "Chip.... There's.... More...."

Chip gave him a serious look. "Twins?... Where's the other one?"

Gunnar: "No! Oh, Watcher, no.... No.... It's about..... Why Ares and I fought in the first place."

Chip's face softened. "I'll sit for this one."

They both sat at the edge of Gunnar's bed. Chip held Bowie, staring forever into his little face. "If you play your cards right, you'll be the last object baby of the family, little dude! What a legacy." He looked at Gunnar. "So Bowie, huh?"

Gunnar smiled. "Yeah. Bowie. A word meaning sunshine or bright. Like a light in my life. His middle name is J"

Chip: "Jay? J A Y?"

Gunnar: "No. J. The letter. It's silly but Bowie Justin didn't feel right so I shortened it to J. Justin was my dad, remember?"

Chip nodded. "I do."

Gunnar put his hand on Chips shoulder. "Alright. It went like this...."

Gunnar proceeded to tell Chip everything. From the time Ares stayed at the cabin (omitting obvious details) to when she decided she would let Gunnar take Bowie. "I told her I couldn't keep it a secret from you. That you deserved to be a grandparent to your grandchild. She agreed, to my surprise. But she also told me that she wanted no ties to him. And that she hopes we would all abide by her wish to deny her relationship to him..... I hate that. But I couldn't say no...."

Chip spent the majority of the conversation with the same pained look on his face. He sighed. "How did she end up like that? Was I really that terrible of a father?" His voice quivered.

Gunnar tried to reassure him. "I don't think it had anything to do with you. It's just her personality. She's selfish. She definitely didn't get that from you or Caleb."

Chip sniffled. "Still. We did spoil her quite a bit. I can take responsibility for that at least. But, you're right. She is her own person. She knows right from wrong. I just can't believe she would abandon her child so easily. I did not raise her like that."

Gunnar and Chip sat in silence for a while. They both admired Bowie. Gunnar eventually decided to make them both dinner. Chip stayed with Bowie. He was enamored by him.

A few hours after dinner, Chip decided it was time to go. "Thank you for the key. Don't be surprised if I'm over here every other day." He laughed. " Seriously though."

Gunnar also laughed, "I'll be happy to have you.... And the help..... Love you, Dad."

Chip smiled. "Love you, too, son." And he closed the door behind him.

-Back at Chip's House-

Chip told Caleb all about his day with Gunnar. Caleb was unsurprising shocked by the news Chip brought home. "How the Hell did that happen?!"

Chip: "Well... When a boy and a girl...."

Caleb: "Not that! How did Ares just make peace with letting her little boy go like that? She really wants nothing to do with him?"

Chip shrugged. "Honestly. I can't keep up with her anymore, Caleb. I'm tired."

Caleb: "We haven't been able to keep up with her since she was about 7. Remember how often she would challenge your patience by telling you that you did your math wrong when working on a serum or how you had the grammar of a 4th grader? She has always had an attitude that wouldn't quit. And she has always had to be right. In her mind, she can do no wrong."

Chip: "Still. I want to know what the hell she was thinking. Why she chose to deal with all of this practically on her own. Why did she never tell us? Like, what was going through her head this past year. I knew something was up. She never came to visit. She rushed your calls."

Caleb: "Call her."

Chip: "What?"

Caleb: "Call her. Set up a day to take her out somewhere. She's on break right now."

Chip scoffed. "Just call her? You think she's gonna pick up? Really?"

Caleb shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

Caleb was right. It was worth a shot. The next day, around noon, Chip called Ares. It rang for a little bit but, surprisingly, she picked up. "Hey, Dad..."

Chip didn't know what to feel. He was happy to hear from her but very angry about her keeping such a huge secret from him. He missed his little girl. His little girl. Not this stranger he felt he barely recognized. "Ares. How are you enjoying your break?"

Ares answered him. Voice like honey. As if nothing was amiss. "Great! Sorry I haven't been around to visit. I'm still working really hard. Preparing for my final semester. I still can't believe it when I say it. Final semester. Eeeeeeeee! I'm so close to graduating!"

Chip pulled the phone away when she shrieked. "That's amazing, honey. Anyway.... I have been talking with Gunnar and, wow, did he have such a nice surprise for me."

Ares got silent. Chip thought about how he just turned the conversation on a dime. He was careful to make his next move. He didn't want to scare her away. "So.... I was wondering. You have about a week left before classes, yeah?"

Ares replied. "Yeah....."

Chip: "Great. Is it okay if I fly you home for a few days? We miss you a lot, honey. I would just come to you but your other dad has an important deadline coming up for work so it would be a bit difficult."

Ares got silent again. Then she replied. "Ah.... Yeah. Yeah, that would be great! Can't wait. How is Monday to Wednesday morning? That gives me time to do last minute prep before the semester begins."

Chip replied, trying not to sound irritated at her lack of accountability. "Sounds great. We'll see you then! Love you!"

Ares: "Love you, too"

-A Few Days Later-

Ares was back home for the next few days. Chip and Caleb tried to act inconspicuously but all of them knew the vibe was off. They all knew that the cat was out of the bag. Ares understood that this visit was going to be more than she bargained for. For the time being, everything was as normal as it could be.

The next day of her trip, Chip convinced her to go out with him. It helped that the place he chose to go to was very public and served alcohol. Once out though, Chip started to get fed up with her nonchalant demeanor.

Ares talked about school and other things. Catching up on life. Chip just sat and listened. At some point, Ares tried to hand the conversation over to Chip. "What about you, Dad. How's it been? How's retirement?"

Chip rolled his eyes. "Enough of this, Ares."

Ares' cheery demeanor dropped. "Fine.... What do you want me to say?"

Chip started to lose his cool. "Is that a serious question? Unbelievable."

Ares looked away from him. Shame spattered across her face. "I'm sorry..."

Chip was baffled. "Oh... Woah. Well that just fixes everything." Chip snorted "Who fucked you up?"

Ares said nothing.

Chip: "Why didn't you tell us? We would have helped you."

Ares still said nothing.

Chip: "What about this nonsense of disowning him. You don't mean that, do you?"

Ares took a second to answer. "Yes. I did mean it. Dad....." She lowered her voice. "I can't be running campaigns and getting taken seriously if people know I have had a kid out of wedlock. And so young? It'll ruin me."

Chip couldn't believe his ears. "That's terrible, Ares."

Ares: "Excuse me?"

Chip: "You're career is that important to you? That you would rather your child think that he has no living mother. You would be okay with the problems that he will face later in life when he realizes what it means to not have you around? You're okay with that?!"

Ares: "He will be fine. Plenty of kids are raised by one parent."

Chip: "But Bowie doesn't have to be one of them. C'mon, Ares."

Ares sits there for a moment. She finds it hard to make eye contact with Chip. "I.... I can't, Dad. I'm sorry....."

Chip stares at her for a moment. He looks angry but feels disappointed above all else. "Then don't come around me or my son or MY grandson ever again."

Chip got up and walked away. Ares kept looking down at the bar top. She winced when she heard the bar door slam.

#the sims 4 #not so berry #The Palette Legacy

[en-hale-archives]

Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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[heliads]

Touch-starved

Based on this request: “after getting close to the reader before the Orpheum through writing sessions and such and hating the fact that they “couldn’t touch”... well now that Julie freed them from Caleb... it’s game over now and Luke uses every chance he gets to express his love for y/n.”

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You sit on the edge of your bed, legs pulled up around your chest. A never ending stream of tears leaks from your eyes, and you stare unseeingly at your feet. It’s over now, isn’t it? Luke is gone, and there’s no coming back from this. Not ever.

You had thought that he might be coming back just once, when Julie walked out onto the stage of the Orpheum. You think you might have been one of the only people in the audience to see the red rims of her eyes, and realize that she would be alone for that performance. Had the boys crossed over already? You never even got the chance to say goodbye.

Then they had appeared, bursting into existence on the stage in time to the music. Luke had been there too, and you’d watched with bated breath as he flickered in and out of sight before finally making it through, away from whatever was holding him back to stay decisively with his band. You had allowed yourself a sigh of relief, the hope that he might have finally completed his unfinished business and be allowed to stay with you.

Even the thought of Luke makes you break out into a fresh wave of sobs. How long had it been since you had met him? Two weeks? Three? It didn’t really matter- it still wasn’t enough time. He had burst into your world in a splash of color and music, bringing with him endless memories and good times. At first, he’d been mainly concerned with your best friend, Julie, but after he realized your skill at songwriting, he started dropping by your house too.

Then ten minute writing sessions became half an hour, and you started visiting Julie’s studio to hear Luke play and offer advice. They became more frequent, a part of your life that you grew to depend on just like food or drink. You became close friends, and then even that wasn’t enough for the two of you. You’d look up from your notebook to see a pair of warm brown eyes hurriedly glancing away, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. You’d stare at the way his hair fell in his face and the curve of his hand as he pushed it away. You knew it when time seemed to pass far faster with him than anywhere else, or when all your songs seemed to be about him. You knew then that you loved him.

You were afraid to say anything about it, too terrified to lose those golden hours in the brightly lit studio and dark, star-studded nights. When he first told you that he loved you too, you weren’t sure what to say. Could it ever be true that Luke, this boy full of sunshine and overwhelming happiness, would ever fall for a girl like you? Yet it was, and you loved him all the more for it.

Like it or not, there was always something hovering in the corner of your mind every time his hand brushed over yours just to pass through it, or when you turned to see Luke staring at your lips, knowing that there was nothing he could do. In the end, Luke was a ghost and you were human. No amount of love could change that, although the two of you certainly gave it your best try.

But none of that mattered now, did it? You’d take a thousand missed kisses, a hundred lingering stares just to have him back. You had looked up when the boys disappeared after their final bow, and seen the look on Julie’s face. The two of you had locked eyes, and that one stare communicated a thousand words and pains, all saying the same thing. They’re gone. They won’t come back, not this time.

You knew that if you were a good friend, you would have gone to talk to Julie after her concert, but you just couldn’t bear it. You did talk to her, technically, you gave her a hurried hug and brief exclamations of pride over her performance. You both knew it was only superficial, like if you focused on the songs themselves you wouldn’t have to think about the fact that the boys were truly gone from you. She understood, and she had pulled you tight one last time before you disappeared, both of you mourning silently for the bandmates never to be seen again.

You had driven home silently, flying up the stairs and closing your bedroom door behind you with a click. Only then, with the door firmly shut and with yourself finally alone did you let the tears come. They washed over you in waves, racking your body in sobs. You missed Luke, missed him more than everything. You���ve never loved anyone like you love Luke. Loved Luke. Now he’s gone, and you cannot imagine what you’re supposed to do with yourself.

So you sit alone, crying your heart out. The tears have subsided a little bit. Gone are the loud sobs, replaced instead by inaudible agony. In a way, the silence hurts even more. There’s a sound behind you, the click of your window sliding open. You don’t bother to turn around, speaking to the person with your back facing them. “I’m sorry, Julie, but I really can’t talk right now.” You continue nursing your tissue box, but freeze when you hear a new voice instead.

“I’m not Julie, Y/N.” Your eyes widen, and you whirl around to see him. Luke. Can it really be Luke? You stand up hesitantly, your knees buckling. In the back of your mind you realize you must be a mess, with your teary eyes and everything, but none of that matters. The only thing that’s worth a fragment of your time is the fact that the boy you love is here, and walking towards you. “Luke?”

He smiles. “Guilty as charged. Oh, and I’ve got one last trick up my sleeve.” You frown at him, confused, and then he reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Stunned into silence, you return the embrace, burying your face against his shoulder. Your hands clasp around his back, and it takes everything in you to just stand there.

After a moment that seems more like a year, he leans away, tracing your cheek gently with his hands to wipe away your tears. “You don’t have to cry anymore, Y/N. I’m here. I promise.” You shake your head slowly in bewilderment. “How is this possible? I mean, you’re here, and I can-” You break off, unable to think about anything more than his hand on your cheek, your palm pressed up against the curve of his back.

Luke smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth sliding up. “I don’t know. All I know is that I’m here with you, and that’s more than I can ask for.” He looks at you for a moment, then leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips. You feel your heart race in your chest, and kiss him back.

After that, you feel like you’re on top of the world. You have Luke, even when it seemed like you’d never see him again. You find yourself making excuses to drop by the studio and feel his kiss on your cheek, to walk home with him, hands linked together, to do anything and everything with him.

On one of these days, you’re stretched out on the faded sofa in Julie’s studio, brow furrowed as you study your math notes. There’s a test tomorrow, and you’d be a lot more miserable were it not for the fact that your legs are draped across Luke’s lap, his hand tracing idle patterns into your skin as he considers his battered songwriting notebook.

Luke must feel your gaze lingering on him, because he looks up with a grin. “Hey, I know I’m good-looking and everything, but I think you should be focusing more on your math. That’s what you said you needed to do, isn’t it?” You feel your cheeks burning and roll your eyes, pretending to be unaffected. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. If anything, I should go study somewhere else so I don’t have to be distracted by your, uh, hideousness.”

Luke laughs, the sound ringing like a bell in the empty studio. “My hideousness?” You nod. “Yes. I know it can be hard to hear, but-” Luke leans forward, cutting you off with a kiss. He pulls away, noting the blush spreading about your cheeks with a grin. “You still sure about that?” You huff in irritation and look away, but can’t help a grin.

It is a frigid November afternoon, and a walk through the neighbourhood on the way to Julie’s house has only made you even colder. Rubbing your arms in an attempt to keep warm, you open the studio doors and slip inside, where it’s not much better than the outdoors. You don’t see anyone inside, so it looks like you’ll be waiting for at least a little longer. 

You glance around, hoping to see a blanket or something to keep you warm, but your eyes fall instead on a flannel jacket. It’s brown and soft, tossed casually across a chair. Nobody’s here, and you’re absolutely freezing, so you put your backpack down on the ground, picking up the jacket and sliding your arms into it. The flannel is warm, and you wrap it around yourself, breathing in the familiar scent.

You’re only in the studio for a few moments longer when Luke poofs into the room. He spies you and grins, heading towards you with a flurry of conversation. “There you are, Y/N! I was hoping you’d drop by. Alex and Julie just came up with this amazing idea for a song, it’s got a good melody but I know you’d come up with some killer lyrics if you heard it, and-”

His words die off as he comes to a stop in front of you. “Is that my jacket?” You glance up at him, then back at the flannel still wrapped around you. Your hands fly to the sleeves, and you start to tug it off. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. It was really cold, and it was the closest thing and-” Luke’s hands cover yours, stopping you from removing the coat. “No, it’s fine.”

He grins at you. “Looks good on you.” His hands leave yours, traveling up to rest instead on the curve of your hips as he pulls you close to him. Your hands thread in the soft curls of his hair as he kisses you. You’re beginning to think that you could stay here forever, but then you hear the faint sounds of commotion drifting up from the area outside the studio doors, and Luke groans softly.

“That’s the boys.” You pull away, laughing at the disappointed look on his face. “They’re your friends, try not to look so sad about it.” Luke reaches for your hands again, slowly running his thumb against the curves of your wrist. You shiver slightly, although this time it has nothing to do with the cold. Alex and Reggie are getting closer to the studio, so Luke presses one last kiss to your forehead before it’s too late. “Tell me when you’re ready to leave so I can walk you home?” He mumbles against your cheek, and you nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. This moment, right here, so close to Luke? You wouldn’t trade it for anything, and you know right then that you’ll be in love with him forever, as long as he stays by your side and you stay by his. Forever sounds good to you.

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[immersed-in-mischief]

To Have & To Hold (Loki x OFC) Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

Maddie was excited to see her parents return to Jessica’s chambers the next day, but did not seem too thrilled with now having two little brothers. It was going to be an adjustment for her to share the attention, but it helped to have Thor and Nat to entertain her for the first few days before he returned her to Midgard. It didn’t take long for them to fall into a routine as they adjusted to life with three kids now. The excitement and bliss with the twins’ arrival was short lived unfortunately. Just after the boys turned a week old, he dropped the bomb on her.

“Wait a minute. I’m confused. I thought Odin took his place again as king.”

Loki continued to fasten the various buckles of his royal armor without looking up.

“Of course, Odin is once again King of Asgard. My presence at the council meeting is part of his training to prepare me to take the throne when the time comes.”

He either didn’t notice his wife’s frustration or simply chose to ignore it as she stood with her arms crossed against her chest in the middle of the room.

“I see. I guess I wasn’t aware that was a done deal already.”

She watched as he moved to sit on the bench by the door to put on his boots.

“I needed something to focus on during our time apart and Odin was still trying to regain his energy, so it made sense that I continue to cover the meetings in his place. It will only be a few hours, Jessica. Madison will be with Frigga for most of the afternoon and Noel said she didn’t mind coming by after she completed her chores in case you need any help with the twins. I’ll be back in time to help with the evening feeding and get Madison bathed and in bed. I must get going though. Odin frowns upon tardiness.”

Jessica watched in shock as he stood and kissed her forehead before making his way towards the door. Her reply came out a little sharper than she had intended.

“Well, sounds like you’ve certainly got it all figured out then. Wouldn’t want you to be late on your first day back to work, Your Highness.”

Loki froze just before he reached the door. With a low huff and a shake of his head, he closed the door behind him a little harder than necessary.

As if they could sense her frustration, both babies cried most of the afternoon. Jessica didn’t know what time Noel normally finished her chores, but she still hadn’t arrived before Frigga returned with Maddie.

Upon noticing the state of the chambers and the tears streaming down her daughter-in-law’s face, she quickly got the toddler situation with a book before offering her help. Jessica was trying to get Caden to properly latch and feed while she bounced Caleb in her lap in a desperate attempt to sooth his loud wails.

Without hesitation, she picked Caleb up and got him soothed before changing his soiled diaper. The break gave her the focus to get Caden nursing finally before letting her head lean back against the headboard, nerves frayed and energy long since spent. Honestly, she didn’t even hear Frigga return to the side of the bed until she spoke.

“Sweet child, why are you here alone? Where is Loki?”

Frigga didn’t miss the way Jessica’s jaw clenched at the sound of her husband’s name. She took a deep breath and shook her head before returned her attention down to the nursing infant.

“Council meeting, maybe? I think? Honestly, who knows. He claimed Noel would be here, but I haven’t seen either of them since breakfast this morning.”

Understanding the struggles of a new mom, it both frustrated and saddened her to know that Jessica had taken care of both infants by herself the entire day.

“I’m sure Loki wouldn’t intentionally leave you without help in his absence. It must have been an important matter.”

Jessica tried to keep her expression neutral and reminded herself that she was speaking to a queen and Loki’s mother.

“I’m sure he had his reasons. He has responsibilities to Odin, and I know he doesn’t want to miss out on the chance to train for the throne. I just wasn’t aware he had already agreed to become the next king. If I did, I might have kept Natasha here a little longer, that’s all.”

Noel and Annika arrived and unintentionally interrupted their conversation, much to Jessica’s relief. She thanked Frigga for the help, and she said her goodbyes. As evening came and went without Loki’s return, it helped tremendously to have help from the young girls. They gladly watched the twins while Jessica fed Maddie and took a few bites of her dinner as well before getting the little girl in the bath and ready for bed.

Once the toddler was finally down, she was able to return to finish her meal. Since it was now getting late and the girls had yet to have their own dinner, she insisted that they not clean the room that night and that it could wait until morning. She thanked them multiples times for their help and apologized for keeping them so late.

When Loki walked through the door, he prepared himself for the fight he knew they were going to have. He had full intensions of returning directly after the meeting concluded until he was informed of the dinner being hosted that evening for the visiting dignitaries from a realm they trying to renew peace treaties with right now. A quick appearance to show his support turned into talks and a few drinks to welcome them to Asgard. What he wasn’t prepared for was the chaos of the room and the silence from his wife.

Jessica had Caleb in her lap asleep with Caden on the bed next to her while she changed his diaper. The rest of the bed was covered in multiple outfits the twins must have gone through that day, spit up rags, and various pillows that surrounded his wife. The bassinets had been moved from across the room to her side of the bed and a wastebin for diapers must have been brought in and placed next to her as well. The rest of the room was covered with most of the toys that Madison owned as if they had been dumped and discarded. At first glance, it appeared the place had been ransacked. The chambers looked so out of place compared to the meticulous state of the rest of the palace.

The second he opened his mouth, her hand shot up to stop him from speaking. The action stunned him, but it was the look on Jessica’s face and the way she bit her lip to keep it from trembling that told him it was best not say a word. When she lifted Caleb gently from her lap, he quickly moved to help her, but she placed the sleeping infant down on the bed instead of into his waiting arms.

Loki watched as she slowly stood from the bed and winced in pain before taking a deep breath and resting her hands back down onto the bed to steady herself. He reached out to her but stopped himself when she shook her head. Not knowing what else to do, he watched her pick up the sleeping infant and place him in one of the bassinets before turning to pick up Caden. When walked she passed him and began to walk around the room with the tired baby to bounce him to sleep, Loki began to quietly get undressed from his royal armor before stepping into the bathroom to prepare for bed or a long night. He wasn’t sure which at this point. When he came back into the room, Caden was asleep in his own bassinet and Jessica was by the door slipping on her shoes.

“Darling, where are you going?”

She replied with one word, as if it should have been obvious.

“Out.”

He tried to keep his voice low, but it was hard to not sound frustrated.

“What do you mean out, Jessica? It’s nearly midnight. Where could you possibly need to go at this time of night?!”

The look she gave him shot an icy breath straight through him. The fact that her voice showed no anger, frustration, or sadness surprised him. Somehow the indifference towards him felt much worse.

“If I can handle them by myself all day while recovering from major surgery, surely you can handle watching them sleep.”

Jessica walked out before he had the chance to say anything else.

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[charlies-gillespie]

simple touches | luke patterson

paring: alive!fem!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: after realizing they can touch in the garage, reader and Luke reevaluate their growing relationship

requested: no

length: medium

rating: PG

warnings: none

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You didn’t realize it at first. When you threw your arms around Luke’s neck, you expected to go right through him like you did when you tried to grab his hand a few days ago.

“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have”, is what he said after that encounter. The interesting little relationship just got ten times more interesting since you can physically touch him now.

Luke slowly pulls back from the hug you just shared in the garage together. He holds your face in his hands and you melt into his touch. Your hands are on his cheeks. Your face mere inches from Luke’s. You can see the tears in his eyes from when he was crying a few minutes ago.

His eyes scan your entire face as you ask, “What does this mean?”

“I don’t know,” Luke stammers. Neither of you know how you can touch each other now.

You look at Reggie and Alex, hoping a hug will help them feel stronger. “Alex, Reggie,” you call. “Come here.”

The bassist and drummer come over. A group hug ensues between the four of you. When you all pull back, Reggie says, “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

Alex says, “Neither do I, even though I was never really weak.”

Then the three ghosts hiss in pain before you watch as Caleb’s stamp leaves their arms. The stamp disappears and you look between the three boys in front of you. You smile and sniffle, glad you didn’t lose the three people who meant the most to you. Well, the three ghosts who meant the most to you.

Luke stands across from you and smiles. “I guess you’re stuck with us now, L/N.”

“I’m okay with that,” you tell the guitarist.

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The following morning, you pace around the garage. You rub your hands together and sigh.

Luke poofs into the room and asks, “Y/N, what’s wrong? You look stressed out.”

You look up at Luke and say, “First you appear and I’m the only person that can see you. Then we find out other people can see you when you play with Julie. Now I can touch you after hugging you? Luke, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either,” Luke says to you. “I really don’t understand. I wish I did so I could have answers for you but I truly don’t understand either.”

Before you can chicken out, you ask, “What does this mean for us?”

He tilts his head and looks at you, confused. “Us?” he asks. “We’re friends, Y/N. I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

You stare at the musician and ask, “All the flirting? The trying to hold hands? Was that all because you wanted to be friends, Luke?”

Luke finally catches on and says, “Well, no. I couldn’t touch you, Y/N. I didn’t want to say anything because you’re human and I’m a ghost. Of course, I want to be more than just friends with you. I have for a while.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as Luke confesses his feelings for you. Of course, you didn’t actually think he’d like you but he does. Luke Patterson likes you.

Slowly, Luke’s hand grazes yours. You gasp, still not used to the fact that Luke can touch you now. You glance down at your nearly connected hands. You inhale sharply as you lace your fingers with Luke’s.

Simple touches make your stomach erupt in butterflies. You’ve wanted so badly to be able to touch Luke. You’ve wanted to hug him and hold his hand.

Now you can, and it could change everything between you both.

“What do you want us to be?” Luke asks cautiously.

Caught off guard by the question, you stammer, “I’m, um, I’m not sure. I want us to be more than friends but what if this is a temporary thing? What if you being able to touch me is temporary? I don’t want to be able to hold your hand for more than a few days or weeks.”

Luke is quick to cup your face in his hands like he did yesterday after you both figured out you could touch. You meet his pretty hazel eyes. You’re speechless now as you lean into his touch.

After a moment of silence between the two of you, Luke says, “Temporary or not, I don’t want to pass up this chance to be able to call you mine, Y/N. I’m serious.”

You let out a shaky sigh as you maintain eye contact with Luke. He looks at you with hopeful eyes.

He’s right. Even if it is temporary, you want to be able to be his. This could be your only chance to be together and you’d be an idiot if you decided to pass on this opportunity.

“Okay,” you say nodding. “Temporary or not.” Those words have basically solidified your new relationship status with Luke.

He smiles and asks, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod slightly and say, “Yeah.”

Luke slowly leans into you, his eyes flickering down to your lips. You swallow, nervous. This is your first kiss, and you don’t even know if it’s even real.

Your lips lightly touch Luke’s, and the slight touch sends a jolt of electricity through your body. Your eyes flutter shut as Luke kisses you again, more sure of it this time. He’s not hesitating like he did before.

You take a step closer to the ghost boy as you gently kiss him back. Your heart pounds in your chest as the kiss continues between you both. Butterflies fly around your belly as the kiss intensifies slightly.

The garage door opening forces you to break the kiss. You jump back from Luke, looking at the ground. Luke just smiles and his face reddens.

“Oh,” Alex says. “Oh! Oh, we definitely interrupted something.” You glance up to see Alex, Julie, and Reggie standing in the doorway of the garage.

Reggie says, “They we’re definitely smoochin’.”

You blink at them and Luke says, “Well, we can touch now so we wanted to take full advantage of the fact that we can.”

Julie says, “I think it’s cute that the two of you can finally be together.”

Luke asks, “Is this a permanent thing?”

Both you and Luke look between Reggie, Alex, and Julie. Hope is in your eyes as Alex says, “It does seem to be a permanent thing. We may still be ghosts but we can touch things no problem now. That’s what Willie seems to think anyway.”

Filled with euphoria, you turn and look at Luke. “Looks like it’s not a temporary thing at all,” you say to the guitarist.

He smiles and shakes his head, saying, “It’s a forever thing.” You smile as Luke leans in and presses another sweet kiss to your lips.

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[carnationcreation]

Can you do Luke Patterson fanfic where the reader is Alex sister and is in the band who’s been in love with Luke all this time but he never noticed her. And ever since they met Julie she has seen them together has gotten jealous.So she hatches up one finally plan to make him jealous to get him to see her . And Luke realized he had been in love with her and confess to her . Sorry if it’s too much this is my first time asking for a request 🥺

TITLE: Unrequited (Luke Patterson x reader)

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Requested: Yes!

Prompt/summary:  Reader does one final attempt at getting Luke to notice her.

Word Count: 1,615

Authors note: appear I just write a lot of angst. Again Where’s my Love by SYML is the vibe lol

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The day we woke up on the floor of the garage in the year 2020 was the worst day of my life.

Or that’s what I decided at least.

Apparently we had spent the past 25 years in a dark room, with Alex crying for most of that time. The girl who found us, Julie, quickly became our only tie to the real world. We could only be seen playing if she was playing with us. We soon found out that we had unfinished business that we needed to attend to before we could properly cross over to the other side. We figured it was simple. Play the Orpheum and we were done. But getting to the Orpheum was going to be a lot harder than we thought.

Slowly we had started to build up a following on a thing called ‘YouTube’ where people share videos, I never thought such a wide library of videos could exist for free every single day. Practices became a daily thing, though I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. 

I really shouldn’t be jealous. Luke has chemistry with everyone he sings with. Alex would kill me if he found out that after all these years I was still crushing on his best friend. I couldn’t help the feeling in my throat when I saw Julie and Luke singing together though... the feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Like all the air was being sucked out of me while I tried to keep the feeling of anger from bubbling over.

Why can’t he look at me like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I never meant to get him jealous, because I always thought making crushes jealous was unhealthy and only ever worked in the movies. But as soon as I started only talking with Reggie and Alex at practice Luke started to notice how I didn’t go out of my way to talk to him like I used to.

As time went on I started only singing with Reggie on stage for the harmonies. Every time I would look over afterwards I would see Luke staring at me with an almost blank expression.

The next few days were miserable for me.

My only desire then was to go up to him and tell him why I had been avoiding him. That I had seen every glance, smirk, smile, and laugh he and Julie had shared and say it was breaking my heart in two. I just had to watch in silence. The fear of causing drama within the band had taken precedent over my unrequited love. 

I never meant for it to be taken this far. After Caleb branded us I truly began to wonder if my place in the band really meant anything to anyone. My feelings poured out over a page as I explained everything to them in a letter. A stupid letter that I didn’t know if I actually was going to deliver or not. 

My worst fears soon became a reality after I saw their interaction outside of Luke’s house on his birthday.

Tears fell out of my eyes as I slipped the letter into his songwriting notebook and poofed out of the garage. I knew they would find it. I knew my brother would know the first place to look for me, so I avoided it.

I stood in the alleyway behind the Orpheum, tears falling down my face as I held onto my brother’s sweatshirt he had given me a few days prior. Hopefully I could still keep it.

“Are you ready?”

I turned around and saw Caleb standing in all his elaborate glory, “I guess so.”

He smirked, “Why so hesitant little dove?”

“Um,” I mumbled, a shiver went down my spine at his awkward nickname, “I’m just going to miss them.”

“Miss them? You’re going to miss them? Oh (Y/n), they haven’t even noticed you were gone. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

Tears began to form in my eyes. Breathing became hard as I realized I had been sitting here for hours, and no one came yet.

“Poor (Y/n), in love with a boy who doesn’t even notice her. A brother who was rejected by even his parents, and a best friend who doesn’t even notice her feelings. You can leave all that behind, just shake my hand.”

I stood there, debating on if I really wanted to give it all up. Did I really get a choice in this? I slowly lifted my hand, still hesitating.

“(Y/n), look around. They haven’t even come for you yet, and I’m sure that rat Willie already told them what you were doing. They just don’t care-”

“That’s not true!”

I turned around and saw my band running towards me.

“(Y/n) don’t listen to him? He’s manipulating you,” Alex said.

Tears fell down my face as Caleb grabbed my shoulder, “You’re too late. (Y/n) just look at them. They didn’t even notice as you drifted further and further away.”

My eyes flickered up, Luke locked eyes with me. Tears were forming in his eyes, “(Y/n) please don’t do this.”

I looked back down at the ground.

Julie spoke up, “(Y/n), you really don’t realize how much you contribute to this band. We all care about you so much.”

“I doubt she wants to hear from you,” Caleb scoffed, “Seeing as you stole the one thing she most wanted away.”

The boys looked at each other confused but the look on Julie’s face told me that she knew exactly what Caleb meant.

“(Y/n) I promise you, Luke and I are just best friends. I’m so sorry you felt like you weren’t important to us anymore,” Julie said.

Luke looked up at me but I tried not to meet his gaze.

“(Y/n),” Alex said, “You’re my sister. I can’t lose you too. Please.”

Tears ran freely down my face as I pulled myself away from Caleb. Luke ran forward and caught me as I began to fall.

Caleb let out a frustrated yell and disappeared. I didn’t even bother to look up as I sobbed into my hands.

“I’m so sorry,” Luke whispered to me. Alex pulled everyone into a group hug.

“Guys I’m so sorry,” I sobbed.

“This isn’t your fault,” Reggie said.

I brought my hands down to wrap around Luke’s shoulders, “I just didn’t feel good enough. I wanted to know if you guys really cared. I’m so sorry I should have said something.”

“We’re just happy we got here in time,” Alex said, he ran a hand through my hair, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

My tears came to a slow stop, and eventually we began to walk home.

“Guys, I’m taking (Y/n) somewhere. We’ll catch up.”

The guys waved as Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me in a different direction. It soon became clear where he was taking me. 

“Do you remember this place?” he asked.

“Barely,” I said. I looked around the park I had always gone to, it had changed so much since 1995, “They tore the gazebo down.”

He looked over to where the rickety white structure used to be, a bathroom area was there now.

“I remember, you used to always go there after there was a fight at your house.”

I nodded, “Quiet, secluded, free to go to. Can’t tell you how many songs I wrote here.”

He pulled me over to sit on the benches near the playground. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said. 

I looked up at the clouds, trying to get the answer straight in my head, “I just… I had seen how you looked at her. I wanted you to look at me like that. Once I started to pull away, no one seemed to notice. Caleb offered me his help, he said I’d be famous…”

“What made you hesitate?”

“I realized… I didn’t want a million admirerors, I just wanted one. Nothing could compare to that.”

I jumped as he reached over to grab my hand, bringing it over to sit in his lap as he covered it in both of his, “I want to be that person.”

“You always were.”

He smiled. He brought my hand up and placed a kiss gently on my knuckles. In a quick moment of bravery I leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly.

He placed both his hands on my cheeks before pulling me into a real kiss. The boy I thought I had lost was kissing me. The kiss I had always dreamed of but thought I could never have. 

We both pulled away breathing heavily. I looked up and giggled at his swollen lips and tousled hair knowing I probably looked the same. 

“I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to say this. I love you (Y/n). I’ve loved you since the day I met you, I loved you after we died, and I loved you every moment till now. I guess the only reason why I didn’t do anything is I was so scared of you not liking me back, or how your brother would react.”

I sighed as he rubbed his thumb across my cheek, “How do you think he’ll react?”

“He told me while we were looking for you I should’ve asked you out weeks ago. He knows,” He laughed.

The sun had started to set, the light illuminated him making him look ethereal. I pulled him into another quick kiss, “I wish I had done this sooner.”

“What? The kiss or trying to sell your soul to a dead magician?”

I laughed, “Either.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, “Don’t do the second one again anytime soon.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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It happened faster than any of them could react.

Overall, things had been going well. The sea monsters were on their last legs, they had the numbers with all of the Mighty Nein present, and it was only a matter of time before they’d come out on the other side. But in combat mere seconds can make all of the difference and one monster slipped through at just the wrong place and time, burying its claws into Kingsley’s back.

He swore, blood bursting from his neck and the monster’s eyes bleeding black, but it wasn't enough, the monster digging the claws in deeper and dragging him off of the ship, two of them going over the rail and into the ocean. He heard someone screaming his name, muffled through the water - and then the claws found his throat, and he didn't hear anything at all.

But something else started to happen.

He didn't know where he was. He knew, at the very least, that he wasn't in the ocean, his surroundings too indistinct and no longer able to feel the water around him. But even with being able to tell where he wasn’t, that still didn’t tell him anything about where he was. In fact, the only source of light Kingsley could see was - himself?

He looked down, startled, and saw that his own form seemed to be made of softly glowing light, a strange in between of tangible and intangible, floating in place. He... he didn’t understand. What was this? Kingsley raised a hand, both confused and awed at the sight.

The fingers began to disintegrate right in front of him.

He recoiled at the sight and the hand - HIS hand - broke apart even further, the once distinct outline now breaking into individual motes of light that slowly drifted away. He scrabbled with his other hand, as if to try and staunch a bleeding wound, but all that did was scatter the remaining bit of light from the hand even faster and he yanked his arm back. To his horror it was happening on other parts of his body as well, chunks carving out and being eaten away, motes continuing to drift, like paper burning into embers, or scattering sea foam, or or or - It felt like he should be hyperventilating. Was he hyperventilating? There wasn’t any sound, he couldn’t tell, could he even-?

Kingsley tried to hold on to his thoughts but they began to disintegrate too, and that realization, the fact that he could feel that happening, sent a bolt of terror through him even greater than the sight of what was happening to his body. He twisted in place, panic rising higher and higher as his body continued to disintegrate, looking for something, anything around him, but. Nothing.

The remaining parts of his legs and tail separated from his torso, stomach now gone, and while it felt like there should have been sound it continued to be completely silent, his thoughts reeling and disoriented as the parts spun away, quickly dissolving and scattering. What was- he couldn’t- who-

Further light scattered and so did his memories. His thoughts. His name. He drifted, motes rising up from near his eyes. Something from eyes. Tears? He didn’t know. Couldn't know. He was small, getting smaller, too small, no stop pleasenoPLEASESTOPNOPLEASE-

Sensation and clarity of thought slammed into him.

Kingsley (Kingsley!) gasped in a breath of air, coughing and shuddering. He was cold. Wet. Someone was holding him, cradling him between arms, one under his shoulders, the other under his knees, and his tail was dangling, limp. He blinked open his eyes. Two faces were directly above him, and there were glimpses of others in his peripheral, just out of direct sight but hovering close. The first face he could see was Fjord, wet hair clinging to his face and breathing heavily. He... he was the one holding him, wasn’t he. The second was Jester, shaking hands hovering over his chest and a faint shimmer fading from the air. He met her eyes.

“Jester...?”

A sharp inhale, and then a laugh, which turned into a heavy, wracking sob, and Jester buried her face into his chest and continued to cry. Others poured in then, crowding close with words of worry and comfort, but Kingsley barely heard them, still too stunned and numb from all that had just happened, and he didn’t react at all.

***

Over the next few days, Kingsley found himself in the company of at least one other member of the Mighty Nein at all times.

Fjord asked him for more advice and assistance around the ship. Jester sought him out even more than normal to ask about drawings, or tattoo ideas, or ship gossip. Caduceus invited him meditate. Caleb and Essek just happened to read their books nearby. Beau dragged him along to sparring practice, his complaints that he didn't even fight hand to hand normally falling on deaf ears. Yasha ended up clinging to him during sleep (though, in that case, he had been the one to initiate at least half of those). And Veth - well, he was pretty sure Veth was just straight up spying on him, but he didn't really begrudge her that.

Usually, Kingsley would have found the hovering his friends were doing to be suffocating, but this time? He sought their company right back, determined to not be alone.

There was no way around it - he had died. Full stop. That would have been bad enough on it's own but of course he had an... interesting relationship with death and revival, and it didn’t escape him that Jester had only started crying once he’d said her name. Like she’d been waiting to hear what his first word would be.

Wondering if that word was going to be “empty.”

He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or worse. Better because they obviously cared about him, wanted him to be okay and to be the one to come back. Worse, because, well. Last time he’d been the one to come back saying empty. And they had to have gotten that fear from somewhere.

He sighed, pulling the blanket around his shoulders closer as he sat on the deck, watching the bright light of Catha above in the sky. Everyone was out on the deck at that moment, quietly talking after a late night meal and Caleb's dancing lights softly illuminating things along with the moonlight.

The main thing eating at him was the time in between falling into the ocean and the revivify spell, and he shuddered involuntarily at his mind’s word choice. He still didn't understand what that had been, but whatever it was it’d been terrifying, too strange to fall under normal experience and too vivid to “just” be a strange dream. The closest thing he had... his fingers tightened on his blanket. His reoccurring dream- nightmare- memory. Fighting in Cognouza, fighting back against Lucien, breaking free. Drifting away with hundreds of other lights. Drifting...

“Can I ask you all a question?”

Eight other heads turned to him, conversations stopping, and he had to fight to not shrink away. He was the one who’d asked.

“Kind of a morbid one but, wondering about who else has died here. You all know a lot more than me right now.”

He knew of a few past deaths. Glory Run Road. Those in... Cognouza. He wasn’t particularly fond of thinking about any of those from his perspective, however. Better to hear stories from others.

Several of them glanced between each other. Essek was the first to speak up.

“Personally, I have been lucky enough to not require any resurrection magic, and I hope it will remain that way in the future. I believe the same is true for Beauregard?”

Beau nodded. “Yeah. It’s gotten close a couple times but I’ve never actually died. Still kinda shocked at that, honestly.”

“I think I’ve died in a dream? Or maybe it was a vision...?” Yasha said, and when she got multiple confused looks she shrugged. “It was a trial from the Stormlord? I’m not really sure if it counts.”

“Let’s call it an in between,” Kingsley said.

“There’s the time I drowned and came back as a goblin,” Veth said quietly and the mood immediately dropped. She took a long drink from her cup. “And I guess there was also that time in the Happy Fun Ball.”

“Which is why we always check for traps,” Caleb said, giving her a pointed look.

Veth waved a hand in the air. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Checking blast radius is also important,” Caduceus said, sipping on his cup of tea. “I was too close to an exploding crossbow bolt once,” Caduceus said matter of fact, and Kingsley was gobsmacked at how serene Caduceus was at having literally been blown up. Then again, it was Caduceus, so he shouldn't be that surprised.

Veth bristled. “Hey!”

“Not assigning any blame, just stating what happened,” Caduceus said and he took another sip.

Three people left, and he already knew what the answer could be from two of them. Jester met his eyes and he gave her a little nod. He was okay with them talking about it.

“The only one I’ve had was when we were fighting Lucien,” Jester said, hands resting in her lap. “It happened really fast, but Caduceus got me back up, and Fjord protected both of us. It was still pretty scary, though.”

“I also went down to Lucien, but later in the fight,” Caleb said. Essek looked particularly miserable at the reminder and Caleb gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. “But the Mighty Nein does not leave anyone behind, so I was okay. And the same is true for you,” Caleb said, giving Kingsley a meaningful look and a nod.

Kingsley nodded back, relieved both at the reassurance and the reminder that they never considered him to be the same as Lucien. Sometimes that was enough against the images of them lifeless below him.

(Sometimes.)

Fjord was the last one left, and he downed the rest of his drink before looking Kingsley directly in the eye.

“I died the first time we were attacked by Uk’otoa’s minions.”

Kingsley gave a start. “Wait, really?”

Fjord nodded. “Really.”

“But- that doesn't make sense.” Fjord was the captain and Uk’otoa attacks, those were just- they were just a thing. An annoying and very dangerous thing, sure, but what had happened to him, that was his fault, he hadn't been careful enough, or-

“Kingsley.”

Fjord still held his gaze, not looking away. “What happened the other day is not your fault. If anything, it’s mine.”

“It totally is,” Veth added in and Fjord sighed.

“Regardless, don't blame yourself. I died to just the same thing and it can happen to any of us. And taking care of this problem is why we’re all on the ship right now anyway.”

“Cheers to that,” Beau said, raising her cup in a toast. “I’ve had enough murder fish for my lifetime.”

There was murmured agreement around the group, several others draining their cups and Kingsley staring at the bottom of his when he finished. So that was six. Two thirds of the Mighty Nein had died at least once, himself included, and Fjord even had a similar cause of death to this last time. Definitely not alone. And yet...

“Do you remember anything? From when you died?”

He didn't look up from his cup but he could just imagine the amount of eyes that would be staring at him right now. Whatever, it was already out there.

“A little,” Fjord said. “Mostly just that it was cold, and feeling scared, but...” Fjord’s voice softened and Kingsley looked over at the change in tone. “I also feel like the Wildmother would have been there to catch me. And that’s comforting in its own way.”

Kingsley nodded, mind going back to the scent of a warm sea breeze. Even though he wasn't a follower himself he knew of the comfort that Fjord spoke of.

Which just made him feel even more miserable in that moment.

“So... nothing else? No kind of visions or anything?” No disintegrating and losing everything while completely alone? His voice cracked a little, no longer able to hide his anxiety.

“Nothing in particular.” Fjord frowned. “...are you alright, Kingsley?”

“... not really, no.” He was too worn out to lie at this point and he hunched over, pulling his blanket even tighter.

“Is that what happened to you Kingsley? A vision?” Jester asked.

“Yes? Maybe? I don’t know, vision isn't quite right, but- I don't know.”

“Well, how would you describe it?”

An involuntary shiver ran up his spine. “An experience, I guess? But not a good one, and if anyone ever tried to sell me that kind of ‘experience’ I’d straight up stab them.”

Kingsley went to take a drink before remembering he’d already finished his and he scowled at his empty cup. Caduceus passed over another one without a word and Kingsley murmured a small thanks, taking a long drink to wet his suddenly dry throat.

“I was made out of light or something like that? But-” His throat closed up and he had to loudly clear it to keep going. “I started to disappear. Like I was just a bunch of dandelion fluff and-” he mimed an explosion with his fingers- “poof. Just blowing away. And it wasn't just my body, it was my memories too. I think Jester got me just in time.” It took a moment for him to realize he was shaking.

“C'mere,” Yasha said quietly, moving closer and holding out an arm, Kingsley almost falling into her side and curling close. She held him in her arm and rubbed his shoulder, his shaking slowly subsiding. There was a stunned silence for several moments.

“What the fuck,” Beau breathed out, finally breaking the silence. “That’s so fucked up.”

“And concerning,” Essek said, a curled finger hovering over his mouth. “I have never heard of anything similar, even in death accounts from consecuted individuals. Caduceus?”

“I also have no idea,” Caduceus said, frowning. “Either way, that doesn't sound like how it should go. Not to me at least.”

“Or me,” Veth said, eyes wide. “Dying’s bad enough, that’s- that’s just excessive!”

“This isn’t exactly making me feel better,” Kingsley grumbled. Sure, it was commiserating, but mostly it was just reminding him of how alone he was with what happened.

Yasha squeezed his shoulder. “Well, what would make you feel better?”

“Answers,” Kingsley said without hesitation. “Just... what the hell that was. Or why it happened. Just something.” He curled further into Yasha’s side, his head and tail now the only things peeking out from under the blanket.

“I can research, but it will have to be after the voyage,” Caleb said. “I do not have a personal archive unfortunately.”

“Yet,” Essek added on, giving Caleb a quick smile. “My ability to help is limited but I could still assist with some of this research.”

“And I’ve got the Cobalt Soul stuff of course,” Beau said. “So, definitely a more long term thing but we’ll find out what we can.”

“Thanks guys,” Kingsley said quietly. He wasn’t a fan of the wait but just the chance of answers and the fact they were willing to do it still meant a lot.

All through this Fjord had had a hand on his chin, contemplative, and he looked over at both Jester and Caduceus. “Maybe you two could ask for some godly input? It’s worked before and it shouldn’t hurt at least.”

Caduceus nodded “I say it’d be worth trying out.”

Jester nodded as well. “Yeah! It’d be nice if we could get some answers right away. You want us to give it a shot Kingsley?”

“Please,” he said, latching onto the mention of ‘right away’ and pushing away the small shiver at directly asking the gods for help. That sort of thing was the entire reason he was even alive at all, but even when it was positive the idea of it still freaked him out a little. That didn’t mean he was going to pass up the help however, and he looked at the two of them expectantly.

Jester looked over at Caduceus. “You want me or you to go first?”

Caduceus gestured towards her. “You go ahead.”

“Okay!” Jester said, and Kingsley watched as she brought Sprinkle down from her shoulder and held him in front of her. “Okay Artie, if you’re there, we could really use some answers about what happened to Kingsley, it’d be suuuuper helpful.”

The moment Jester finished speaking Kingsley found himself hit with a sudden wave of tiredness, and as he slipped into sleep at Yasha’s side he saw one last glimpse of Sprinkle’s eyes flashing a brilliant green.

***

The first thing he heard was the quiet shuffling of cards.

He found himself sitting in a room. A tent? The lighting was soft, coming from a few candles scattered around the space and a lantern in the shape of a crescent moon hanging from the ceiling. Colorful cloth was draped from the walls (or was the walls, if the guess about the tent was correct), and while the colors were muted by the low light he saw it was mostly blues and purples, with a splash of red or silver here and there. The sound of shuffling cards came from the back, where a woman sat behind a low table and fanned out a set of cards in front of her, gave a satisfied nod, and shuffled the cards back into the deck, Kingsley catching a brief glimpse of one that said “The Dream” before it disappeared from view.

The woman was wearing a red coat.

She looked up, caught his eye, and smiled. “It has been awhile, has it not?”

Kingsley was unable to speak, heart in his throat but he nodded anyway. He recognized her, would recognize her anywhere, but he had never expected to actually see her again. That dream he’d had in his first day had been precious but fleeting, starting to fade even at the time and he’d resigned himself to never fully knowing what it’d been about. The two parts that had managed to stick with him were the sad angel and the woman in the red coat, and while the angel had been revealed to be Yasha no one had known anything about the woman, and over time he began to wonder if she had been based on an actual person at all. And now here she was.

She placed the deck of cards down on the table and gestured for him to come forward, Kingsley moving up to sit cross legged on a red plush cushion, setting down gingerly and his tail curling up next to him. The fact that he had fallen asleep just before this told him that this should be a dream, but at the same time it felt as if it were something more. Something important. Clasping her hands together on the table she held his gaze, expression serious.

“Normally, I would deliver this kind of message through a reading, to avoid saying too much and to allow ambiguity in the meaning. But what I must say is important enough to be blunt. Your soul is fragile, Kingsley Tealeaf.”

Kingsley swallowed hard. He didn’t know who she was, not really, but absolute truth still rang in her words. “W-what does that mean?”

“In practical terms, returning from death is far more dangerous for you than some of your friends.” She opened up her hands and in between them was a ball of softy glowing light. “If your soul is returned to life quickly enough, as it was this last time, there may not be too many complications. But if you are dead for too long...” At her words the ball of light shuddered and then it scattered just like Kingsley remembered and he flinched back, breathing heavily, having to catch himself on one of his hands as dozens of motes of light rose up around them and then dissipated. She brought her hands back together, looking at him sadly. “I am sorry you had to experience a portion of that. It is not something I would wish on anyone.”

He slowly brought his breathing back under control and righted himself on the cushion, emotions stuck between a giddy rush at the fact that Jester’s intervention seemed to have actually worked and terror at the reminder of what had happened to him. Not to mention that something was wrong with his actual soul itself, so, plenty more potential terror and possible nightmares for him there. But for right now, at least...

“Is there anything I can do to... ‘fix’ my soul? And do you know why it’s like that?”

“For your first question, it will mostly just take time.” She cupped her hands in front of her, smaller motes of light reappearing and coalescing until once again she held a ball of light, and she lifted it up to float above their heads, the space around them now brighter. “The longer it has, the better it will be. It is both as simple and as complicated as that, unfortunately.”

“As for the why...” She spread an arc of cards out on the table with one hand and smoothly flipped them over with a pass from the other, but instead of individual cards it was a picture that continued from one card to the next.

“The journey your soul has gone through is far from normal. In fact, some would say it is astonishing that it exists at all.” She trailed her finger along the edge of the card created artwork, narrating as she did so.

“Your soul began with the sundering of a different soul, life springing from death when none should have been there.” A body pulling itself halfway out of a grave, hands scrabbling on the ground, red eyes shining in the face but also on the body. “This soul fragment may have started as just one piece of a larger whole, but something important happened. It changed. And it grew.” Hands helping the purple tiefling to stand, him walking forward and gaining additional color and vitality with each step. Tattoos, jewelry, vibrant clothes, the gaudiest coat imaginable. A bright and happy smile. “The love and experiences your soul had, both good and bad, allowed it to become a full soul in its own right, separate from where it came from.” Helping out at a circus, performing. Blood flashing along blades and becoming ice in an early taste of combat. Sitting side by side, content, with a certain aasimar. Riding along in a cart with the aasimar and five other individuals, sun low on the horizon. “And then... an end.” Blood stains on snow by a road. A coat placed on a staff, fluttering in the wind. “But not the end.”

A new arc of cards was laid down and revealed below the first, with a new artwork. “The soul that yours originally came from was brought back, and it had forcibly reclaimed your soul.” Four figures standing next to an empty grave, the body of the purple tiefling rising into the air and surrounded by magic. “At first, it seemed that your soul had been subsumed.” The group of five, purple tiefling in the lead, bundled up and trudging through a harsh winter landscape. Bodies left in their wake. “But your soul had become its own, and because of that it could no longer slot neatly into place.” Two tieflings sitting across from each other, one purple, one blue, three tarot cards suspended between them. The purple tiefling standing in front of a circular gate before eight other individuals, many of them from the prior artwork. “Your soul fought back, and it eventually helped to free itself from its prison.” Screaming at those eight from a changed body, nine eye stalks coming from the back. An even more monstrous form, torn in half by its own hands.

One final set of cards was placed. Revealed.

“Your friends then attempted to return your soul. But it failed.”  A body lying on the ground, partially covered by the gaudy coat and bisected by a new scar. Eyes closed. “It took a prayer to the Wildmother and her intervention for it to be successful.” The same body, standing, eyes open, the ground now covered in greenery and flowers. “However, your soul did not come out unscathed. Not broken, or missing parts, but... injured.” The body now shown as an outline, filled with glowing light. Light that was rough around the edges, shot through with spiderweb cracks. “The time it was forcibly shoved in with originating soul, and having to separate itself out from it again, was traumatic.” A large pair of hands, each hand holding a source of light, one angry and boiling, the other small and dimmed, but warm. “Still the same soul, but changed by the experience. Needing time to relearn. And to heal.” The purple tiefling sitting in a lush graveyard garden, surrounded by both flowers and friends. Sailing on a ship, hanging from the rigging and hair tossed in the wind.

She pulled back, resting her hands on the table. “Your soul is whole, and your own, but less... stable under stress, as it were. There is no way to know for sure, since it has not happened, but I suspect that if you were brought back after a longer period of death you would be in a similar state as to when you woke in the city, due to the healing your soul would need again. I do know however that your friends would do everything they could to return you from death.”

“They would,” Kingsley said, without even thinking about it. His attention was still stuck on the cards. The artwork, as stylized as it was, captured a certain life to it. It felt... real. Alive. But at the same time, something felt off. Something missing.

“Kingsley.”

He startled, as if released from a spell, and he closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened his eyes again he saw her giving him a concerned look. “Sorry,” he said quickly. “I, ah. Thank you?”

Her concern didn’t fade.

“Something about this troubles you.” Not a question. A statement of fact.

“Are there other art cards in that deck?” The words spilled out of him. “I mean, they’re gorgeous, and they worked really well, but, are you sure there’s not more?”

She tilted her head, gaze growing sharp.

“There are if you want there to be.”

Something about the way she said that made him pause. He looked down at the cards again. Three rows.

Three names, he realized.

The last one, Kingsley. Him. His body, his soul, himself. The second, Lucien. Most definitely not him, and she had confirmed that as well with differentiating the souls, even with the strange situation of the shared body and his nightmares. And the first... Mollymauk. A different name, a different life, but according to her, the same body. The same soul. His hand gripped his knee, nails digging in.

His soul was his, and Kingsley would fight anyone who implied otherwise or tried to take that away. He knew from experience, however, that he might not have a choice. His eyes lingered on the second set of cards. Flicked to the first for just a moment.

“... maybe not.”

She inclined her head, and nodded. Her hands hovered over the cards and he made a go ahead gesture, and she scooped them up, one, two, three rows, shuffling them back into the deck.

“I admit, I am not accustomed to speaking of things so plainly,” she said lightly as she shuffled the deck. “Partially due to preference, and partially due to limitations I am often bound to. But a prior... interloper decided to facilitate as a way to make amends.” Kingsley saw a flash of another card, this time with a silver dragon, but it was gone too quickly for him to read the title. “It is difficult to judge the character of one such as him, but he was actually the one to ask for help first.” A small laugh. “Luckily for him, this was something I had wished to do anyway. He simply made it easier.”

Kingsley was almost positive the interloper she spoke of was Artagan, but that just raised even more questions. He’d known coming into this that she was mysterious, and that she had to get her answers from somewhere, but the fact that Artagan had been the one to ask her for help?

Another shiver ran through him, even stronger than the one he had pushed away on the ship. Caduceus and Jester would go to their gods when they needed help. So that meant that if one their gods (or sort-of-god, when it came to Artagan) asked someone else for help, that person was...

“I understand if you can’t answer, but. Who are you?”

The shuffling of the cards stopped.

“Do you want to know that answer?”

She was giving him an out. It was probably even a good idea for him to take it.

“Yes.”

He wasn’t going to take it.

She smiled again and set the now shuffled deck down on the table, drawing the top card and handing it to him. Moon and mirror, with the moon facing him, though with one key difference from the card in Jester’s deck - the crescent moon was strung like a bow.

Kingsley stared at the card, heart hammering in his chest.

“...I’m really sorry, but I have no idea what that means.”

She blinked, taken aback, before noticing his slightly manic grin and she burst out laughing.

“I think you almost believed that yourself for a moment,” the Moonweaver said and she graciously accepted the card when Kingsley handed it back to her, him immediately going and sitting on his hands afterwards to hide their shaking. “Unless you’d still prefer for me to say it out loud?”

“Nope, I’m good,” Kingsley said quickly. He was totally good right now, not panicking at all, nope. He got a raised eyebrow at that response, but her smile was still there as well and she didn’t press him.

Kingsley’s leg bounced as she placed the card back into the deck, having to actively work to keep his breathing steady. On some level, he knew that his perspective on the gods and faith was a bit skewed. Fjord sailed the seas with the Wildmother’s blessing. Caduceus had performed literal miracles with the Wildmother’s help (and, once again, one of those was the entire reason he was even alive at all). Yasha was a full fledged champion of the Stormlord. And proper god or not, Jester was still outright friends with Artagan.

In comparison, his own tentative explorations towards faith and the gods had felt like they didn’t really count. He’d learned about the Moonweaver, and her commandments had resonated with him, so he’d decided to follow them. He didn’t actively worship, or ask for blessings, or go out of his way to do things on her behalf. Instead Kingsley mostly just lived his life, sending a small prayer when it felt right and taking some comfort in the light of the moons. That was it. The big stuff, that was what his friends did. They were the ones who...

He looked around at the rest of the tent again, trying to distract himself. With his new knowledge he saw nods to the Moonweaver throughout, most of the decor having been subtle enough on its own to escape attention the first time around, though, okay, maybe the lantern hanging from the ceiling was a bit on the nose. It was an understated but beautiful space, and just one more reminder that he was talking to a literal actual god right now.

Maybe that hadn’t been the best way to try and distract himself.

Her casual comment of ‘something I had wished to do anyway’ spun over and over again in his head, him trying to figure out what the hell that even meant and dread growing at what it could mean. It didn’t make sense. Why-

“Why me?”

He’d just said that out loud. Fuck.

Kingsley looked back to her and nearly jumped when he realized that she’d been staring at him the entire time, swearing several more times in his head and wondering if he’d just pissed her off. But instead of anger her expression was soft.

“Why not you?”

Whatever he’d expected to hear, it hadn’t been that.

His brain stalled. There were so many things he wanted to say in response. So many things he knew he should NOT say in response. But she hadn’t said anything else yet, simply watching him and her hands resting on the table. He slumped, bringing his hands back to his lap.

“Because I’m not actually who you think I am?”

That got him another raised eyebrow, but this time there was no accompanying smile, and he quickly continued. “I know I’ve met you before, in that dream, but that wasn’t- I wasn’t even me yet. I didn’t know who I was s-so it makes sense that you were there for someone else.” Fuck, he knew this was a bad idea, second guessing the decision of, once again, A LITERAL ACTUAL GOD, but the sour sick fear that had been growing in the background was finally too much for him to ignore.

“Mollymauk, right? You said yourself that he’s where my soul came from and what if I'm just-” His voice cracked, and he hastily scrubbed a tear away from the corner of his eye. “I know he was a follower of yours, and he did a better job than any of the half measures I’ve ever sent your way, so. That’s why not me.” Kingsley couldn’t hold her gaze anymore and he looked down, eyes boring into his lap. “And maybe you were there for me, originally, whoever I was. But I still fucked that up anyway.”

A couple frustrated tears dropped down and landed on the back of his hands, Kingsley feeling like he was about to scream. His soul was HIS. He was Kingsley. He was himself. He knew who he was. He was. He was supposed to know who he was. He...

(Breaking apart. Disintegrating. Motes of light drifting away).

A hand cupped his check and his breath hitched, and then his breathing almost stopped entirely when a gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead.

“Time for that later,” she murmured, and then she was pulling back, tilting his chin up with her hand. She was kneeling in front of him, just a couple feet away and table now gone.

“Yes. Mollymauk is where your soul is from. And yes, my first visit in that dream was to see you, in part because of the sacrifices you had made in Cognouza, and in part because of a life lived in full and prior faith. But there is something important you must understand.” She held his gaze, not looking away. “You are not inferior to Mollymauk. You are not a mistake. And you do not have to fear losing yourself and becoming him, because he has already become you.”

Her hand cupped his check again, and she smiled softly.

“You are Kingsley Tealeaf. And I am so proud of all that you are.”

Mollymauk was... him?

Kingsley swayed in place. He didn’t know whether to cry, or to laugh, or what even to do at all. Instead he just sat there, feeling lightheaded at what had just happened. He wasn’t dead for disrespect. She had actually listened to him. Reassured him. Her. A god.

“I think I need to lie down,” he said weakly.

She gave a small laugh, withdrawing her hand and Kingsley slow motion flopped onto his side, before rolling to his back and staring at the ceiling. There were stars embroidered in the fabric up there. He hadn’t seen that before.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her sitting down next to him, leaning on one of her hands. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” he said. He could almost pick out some constellations in the embroidered stars.

“Good.” She played with one last tarot card in her free hand, just barely visible to him. A sun rising over a grave. Dawn.

Slowly, almost so slow that he missed it at first, the lights in the tent started dim. Eventually the only light left was a faint glow from the crescent moon lantern, and, to his quiet awe, the embroidered stars themselves, silver threads glimmering with magic.

“There are only a few more things left for me to say.”

He tilted his head to look in her direction. Even in the low light he could still see her clearly, and he realized she was actually the final source of light in the space, her white hair and blue skin giving off a faint luminescence.

“If a day comes where things are not fast enough, where others are not able to reach you in time and you cannot remember with your mind, remember with your heart like you did once before. Even when starting over, a home and a family will still be waiting for you.”

She glowed a little brighter, surroundings starting to fade.

“Hopefully, by the time you pass on your soul will be healed enough that you no longer have to worry. But if that is not the case...”

She leaned down, held his face in both of her hands, and placed one last kiss on his forehead.

“I will be there. Shine bright, my little monarch.”

He closed his eyes, for a single blink-

-And opened them to the deck of The Nein Heroez.

“-I told you, I’m not the one who knows. I just sent him along to someone who does, he’ll be fine.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t smite you,” Kingsley croaked and Artagan whirled around, pointing at him.

“See! I told you, he’s fine.”

Jester gasped. “Kingsley!”

“Welcome back,” Yasha murmured, and she gave him a hug with the arm around his shoulder.

“Wait, smite? Who the fuck did you send him to?” Beau said, shooting Artagan a look.

“Well! It looks like my work here is done,” Artagan said, completely ignoring Beau and clapping his hands together. “Just let me know when you need something again Jester, tah!”

He vanished in a swirl of green cloak before Beau could get another word in, and she groaned.

“Ugh. He didn't even do anything himself.”

“Yes he did!” Jester said, and she looked at Kingsley. “... it did work, right?”

“... yeah,” he said, a little dazed, and he reached up to touch his forehead. He was going to need time to process that. A lot of time.

“See! He did do something!”

Fjord gave him a thoughtful look. “Who did he send you to? You seem a little overwhelmed.”

“T-the Moonweaver.”

That got everyone’s attention on him at once. A couple of them blanched.

“... you were not kidding with the smite comment,” Caleb said, eyes a little wide.

Essek looked around at the group and everyone’s expressions. “Being sent to a god is notable, but I feel I am missing some additional context here.”

“We um. Miiight have had a plan where Artie pretended to be the Moonweaver?” Jester said.

“It went badly,” Fjord said bluntly.

“As in dragged off into the sky in chains badly,” Veth added on.

Essek blinked, then shook his head. “I should not even be surprised anymore.”

“I was pretty surprised the first time I heard about it,” Kingsley said, shrugging. “And I only heard about it cause of all the times the ship docked at Rumblecusp. I think you're good.”

Essek gave him a wry grin. “Well. I am glad I am not the only one to hear about things after the fact.”

“You get used to it,” Caduceus said, smiling. “And we’re all here now, so, you don’t have to worry about it this time.”

“True enough,” Kingsley said and he stretched, sitting up straight but still at Yasha’s side.

“What did you learn?” Yasha asked.

“Well... the main thing is she said my soul is. Fragile? And that if I’m dead too long I might forget things again. But she also said it’ll heal after enough time so it’s not all bad?” Her last words to him, about what she would do if it hadn’t healed yet, echoed in the back of his mind.

“It’s still not great though,” Beau said, sitting with her arm resting on a raised knee. “She tell you any way to fix it sooner?”

He shook his head. “She just said it’d take time.” After a second he glanced over to Essek and Caleb. “And I don’t think she meant your kind of stuff. Sorry nerds.”

“Magic cannot fix everything,” Caleb said. “As much as we might want it to.” He was lost in thought for a moment before Essek squeezed his hand, Caleb returning the gesture.

Kingsley took a moment to inhale the ocean air, grounding himself, before fully flopping back against Yasha like a cat and she chuckled, starting to comb her fingers through his hair.

“What else did you guys talk about? You were gone for a while,” Jester said.

Kingsley hesitated.

He didn’t really know why he was hesitating. Maybe he was afraid. Of what, he wasn’t sure, but that fear that had bubbled over while talking to the Moonweaver wasn’t totally gone. And maybe it was the fact that he still didn’t know what to make of things himself yet. But he also remembered the words she’d said towards the end, that even if he forgot, he would still have a family. And a home.

(An even more distant memory. Of him asking for home, and Jester saying yeah, we can go home).

He saw Caduceus watching him out of the corner of his eye, expression knowing, but the cleric didn’t push, and that was what made the decision for him. The Mighty Nein was his family. And they would be there for him no matter what.

“Well,” Kingsley said, pausing for dramatic effect. “To start, she was wearing this red coat...”

He launched into retelling, knowing that he had his family, his home, and that his heart would remember for as long as he would need.

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