#he kicked you out at 17 and you were on your own ever since!! come on!!

[scribblingface]

man I REALLY see what everyone was talking about re: wyll's story in the latter game fucking sucks and is a big disappointment. the whole wyrmway bit had no emotional depth? his decision after killing ansur seems kind of random and sudden? the resolution with his father after I rescued him from the iron throne was pretty lackluster too, and also some of duke ravengard's dialogue was as if wyll had made the second deal with mizora, which he hadn't (I think the fact that he chose to be blade of avernus triggers the dialogue for that, but. he can choose to be blade of avernus after rejecting mizora's deal.)

like, especially in contrast to really emotionally rich and intense storylines like astarion's and karlach's, it's like. come on.

#and like even just with the material already there they could've done so much more with it #like his whole choice about whether to accept or reject mizora's deal for his father's life is compelling #and I think they COULD have done something interesting with regards to whether he was going to follow in his father's footsteps #or embrace the life that he originally chose out of necessity after his father rejected him #like either choice ought to have a lot of complex emotional baggage because of his history with his father and the way his life has gone #and it's just....not touched on at all #and the kind of weight and scope of his father's actions is just never dealt with #there's a brief conversation and wyll's dad is like 'oh whoops my bad you're great after all son' and that's IT like are you kidding me #and wyll's just like 'cool. misunderstanding resolved my amazing dad likes me again' like????? #he kicked you out at 17 and you were on your own ever since!! come on!! #like the meaty emotional stuff is RIGHT there and they just left it lying on the table #scribblingface plays bg3

[chaoticace2005]

Why Alastor has a cane:

1. It doubles as a microphone and looks cool.

2. It’s a power tool that he has to carry around to maintain his strength.

3. Gives him an air of authority.

4. He heard Lucifer had a cane. He needed a better one. Alastor’s has multiple functions!!

5. It’s just the style!

6. Lilith gave it to him and said he’s never to let it out of his sight.

7. It’s his emotional support cane.

8. The cane owns his soul. He has to carry it around where ever he goes as part of their deal.

9. Lucifer broke his ankle once when he kicked him. He has to use the cane for support.

10. That cane is actually sinners whose soul he owns. This is the final form of the first soul he owned. He took their energy until they became one with him and an inanimate object. Now this is where he keeps all the souls he contracts, taking more energy from them until they too become one with the cane. Husk is next :)

11. He was shipwrecked on an island. Completely alone (after eating everyone) he found the cane and named it “Wilson”, developing a parasocial relationship with it. Wilson died but when Alastor went to hell they were waiting for him.

12. When he fell to Hell he landed the wrong way and now his knee is perpetually messed up.

13. Husk told him he should “talk to somebody” so Alastor just grabbed the cane and said “fine.” The cane is now his therapist and he talks to it when he’s alone. His voice keeps everyone up at night.

14. Twisted his ankle from his heeled boots.

15. That bitch Susan seemed to think she was all that because of her cane.

16. It’s his pet.

17. It’s his one true love and the only thing that actually understands him.

18. He thinks his mother got cursed “Beauty and the Beast” style and turned into that cane. Whether this is actually the case remains to be seen.

19. ITS A BOMB

20. It acts a device to scramble signals, which is why he can’t be captured on camera.

21. So if he comes across something gross he can simply push it away with his cane.

22. Automatic weapon when you’re in a jam.

23. So he can say “STICKS and stones may break your bones!” as he torture and kills someone.

24. So he’s always show ready!

25. He just has chronic pain okay?! YOU try living over a hundred years, being a serial killer, and then getting shot!

26. The microphone actually gives off some feedback that is unbearable to some demons (like Husk) as another way to torture them.

27. The cane is actually Alastor. The body we thought was Alastor is being puppeteered by the cane.

28. It’s a palisman he stole from Emperor Belos and has been trying to keep hidden since someone ate all the others.

29. Vox once said canes were outdated and tacky, so of course Alastor had to prove him wrong.

30. It was a gift from Rosie!

31. So he has even more reach to wack the wings of flying ex-Angels.

32. It’s his soulmate.

33. You know those little blankets little kids carry around with them? The ones they’ll freak out if they’re missing. Yeah it’s like that.

34. He has crippling depression.

35. His therapist told him he needed to get some supports in his life.

36. It’s been the only one there to SUPPORT him this whole time. At this point he has to keep caney around. He’s moved so much in life with them, so to leave them behind would be immobilizing.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #radio demon #radio demon hazbin hotel #the radio demon #stupid hazbin hotel lists #hazbin hotel crack #Alastor’s cane #vox hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Another angst prompt, someone stop me from getting random ideas from crazy places.

17. Accident.

@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy

@daboyau

Raph sits up in a panic. He puts his head in his hands to try to get a grip back on reality. The nightmares have mostly subsided, but every so often he gets one that leaves him unable to sleep for the rest of the night. Whenever this happens, he leaves his bed and goes to make sure the contents of the dream didn’t happen.

First, he goes to Mikey’s train car. Raph opens the door and sees him curled up in his hammock. A blanket is hanging off the side. He picks it up and wraps it around him. Mikey snuggles into it, making Raph smile before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

Donnie is next. Raph makes doubly sure he’s not passed out somewhere in his lab before checking his room. He’s happily surprised to see him actually there for once. Raph closes the doors once and again and goes to Leo’s train car next.

His heart nearly stops at seeing the doors already open and the bed being empty.

He tears apart the room as if he’d find Leo under Jupiter Jim comics or a basketball. His brother shouldn’t be up about. The injuries he got are still healing. Raph’s brain finally starts working and he races off to check the other parts of their home.

Raph eventually gets to the living room where he sees glowing blue. Ever since that day, the one where he thought he allowed his brother to end his own life, he hasn’t been able to see it the same.

He’s unable to think about anything else when he sees the back of Leo’s arm and body partially sticking out. Raph grabs his wrist and pulls him back. The anxiety and stress he’s feeling gets to him.

“What are you’re doing!? Using portals again when you’re not even supposed to be out of bed!? Did you even think at all before you-!?” Something suddenly slams into his face.

He stumbles back, still not letting go of Leo. Raph uses his other hand to try to wipe it off. There’s….icing on it? Something crumbly….cake?

Raph looks back at Leo and immediately let’s go this time. His brother is trembling, badly. He’s clearly fighting back tears which means that Raph has messed up catastrophically. Leo only ever cries for two reasons, dramatic effect, and when he’s so upset he can’t control it.

Leo drops to his knees, eyes focused on the dropped pieces of food on the ground. The tears start coming. Raph’s heart shatters into a million pieces. Leo looks so fragile. It feels like he popped an orphan’s balloon then kicked his puppy for good measure.

Raph shakes off the rest of the cake on his face and kneels down.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! I can get you another cake! A better cake! You want a blue one? One shaped like a basketball!?” He tries to reach out, only for Leo to flinch.

Raph’s world almost blurts when he realizes what might be going on. He grabbed him and yelled so suddenly, did he….did he think he was kraangified again?

Or maybe he could just never fully trust him again.

He’d always be scared

Raph didn’t mean to be so rough. It was an accident. He was just so scared and worried. He didn’t want to lose Leo again. Maybe he already did in a way, though.

Leo suddenly starts crying a lot harder.

“I-I’m sorry! I just….I just wanted to get you that cake…..it wasn’t for me….!”

Raph frowns deeply. He didn’t know he could feel so bad so very quickly. It’s painful.

“Why….were you getting me cake?”

Leo’s tears drench his gloves as he tries to wipe them with his fists.

“Your birthday was two weeks ago and nobody remembered because you were busy taking care of me! You didn’t even remember! It was your birthday!”

Raph blinks in surprise.

Everything has been so busy for so long he could hardly tell what day of the week it is, let alone the date.

“….Leo, buddy-“

“And now I can’t even get grabbed without it feeling like I’m going to die because I got smashed into a wall! I hurt you! I saw it in your eyes! You think I’m afraid of you when I’m just a coward!”

“Leo, you went through a lot, this isn’t your fault-“

“You only roughhouse with me! It was our thing! You already feel like I’m going to break! And now you’re going to be scared that I hate you! Blame you! When am I going to stop taking things from you!?” He sobs.

Raph takes the absolute most care he can to be as gentle as possible as he pulls Leo into a close hug.

“You don’t. You don’t take anything. You give me so much. You’re here. That’s all I need. I’d trade every birthday, all the wrestling, even my bears to have ya. That’s a promise.”

Leo clings to him and keeps sobbing until he passes out in Raph’s arms. Raph lifts him up, placing his head on his shoulder. He takes him with him back to his room and sits on the bed.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He knows that things wouldn’t magically be better in the morning. He knows that his legs will cramp up and that he won’t be able to move for a long time.

It doesn’t matter.

At all.

Leo’s there.

That’s more than enough.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #2018 tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tw angst #rottmnt angst #rise fanfiction

[lvrcpid]

PICK YOUR SIDE (rewrite)

includes : fem!reader. cursing. implied death. older sister!reader. younger sister!reader. reader is older than lo’ak but younger than neteyam. angst. read with caution (?). i’m leaving this on a cliffhanger.

they say a picture is worth a thousand words. you beg to differ. the smiles of your family members made your mouth go sour. who knew it would go so wrong so quickly.

your fingers trailed over the family photo in your hand, stopping over neteyam’s face. he was such a bright soul, he must’ve been so scared.

it’s been a few years since neteyam had passed. three to be exact. the family went somewhat back to normal but the home you all once shared felt more dull and dim than normal.

you all left neteyam’s things untouched. his bow still in the same place. his pillow positioned in the same way. you all just couldn’t move it, feeling like you were slowly removing parts of neteyam by touching his things.

your family all grieved him in different ways. some ways were healthy and some were questionable. but you didn’t feel the need to bring it up. you were dealing with your own feelings. you felt hurt, betrayed, guilty and most of all, angry. your anger was a force to be reckoned with per-say. you did a good job at hiding it, pushing it down for 3 years straight.

your father experienced the most change out of all of you. becoming more protective of the rest of you all, never wanting to experience that kind of loss ever again. so when quartich and the rda came back, he immediately shut down the idea of helping them fight.

‘but father please i-‘ ‘y/n that’s final. you will stay here with lo’ak and tuk.’ yet again your father dismissed you, your mother flashing you a pitiful expression as she followed your father.

it wasn’t fair. you deserved just as much as a chance as they did. you could help them. you could avenge your brothers death. neteyam didn’t deserve to die in vain.

lo’ak appeared behind you, a large hand on your shoulder. lo’ak grew into such a mature young man, he was 17 now, a true warrior. he mirrored neteyam so much it brought tears to your eyes.

‘go. i’ll watch tuk. go help them fight’ he said, placing something in your hand. it was neteyam’s bow and a few of his arrows. ‘lo’ak no i can’t-‘. lo’ak said nothing as he pushed you out of your home, giving you a small smile before running back in.

you quickly caught up to your parents. jake didn’t speak as he figured you would come anyways despite his warning. he knew you were just like lo’ak, hard headed and stubborn. neytiri didn’t want to admit it but she was glad you were there.

the three of you managed to make your way deeper into the forest, your bodies on constant high alert. your ear twitched as you heard a twig snap, neck snapping towards the noise as you quickly lined up the arrow with his bow, whispering a quick ‘make this one count neteyam..’ before the figure jumped out at you, holding its hands up and yelling ‘don’t shoot it’s me!’ you instantly recognized the voice as spider, lowering your bow and sighing. ‘you’re lucky i didn’t kill you’ not knowing the events that would take place there shortly afterwards.

your dad had alerted you that they had found quartich a few moments later, turning your attention from spider and bolting your way towards the cliff they were on, spider hot on your tail.

you watched as your father and the man who’s tortured your family for years tussled, both men slightly wounded from the brawl. ‘mom! dad!’ you yelled, turning their attention to you. just then quartich quickly kicked jake off of him, radioing in for the helicopter to come down and get him.

your father rubbed his nose and your mother ran up to you, screening for any injury. ‘mother i am fine..’ the winds from the helicopter propellers made your hair fly into your face, watching as your father just let him go. ‘you son of a bitch i thought we killed you already!’ he yelled over the noise.

quartich just let out a sinister laugh, looking behind them and winking. ‘you have my boy to thank! saving his old man like a son should!’

your world froze. your blood went cold. the sound of the bow and arrows hitting the floor like blocks on a carpet. you couldn’t help but slowly turn around, horror painted across your face as you met eyes with the boy who you thought of as a friend. as a brother.

‘boy..is this true’ jake said, the noise was gone as quartich flew away. spider was silent. the 3 year long feeling of guilt eating away at his insides as he put his head down, shame written all over his face.

neytiri said nothing, afraid she was going to severely harm the boy yet again, she stayed silent, yet her eyes told a million words at once.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. you felt like the world was caving under you as you stalked over to the boy. ‘did you..really?’ you asked, your voice nothing short of a whisper. he met eyes with you, giving a shameful nod.

in that moment you felt nothing but rage. 1,065 days of rage. the nights and days you stayed up sobbing, wishing to yourself that it was you. praying to eywa to bring your brother back. 3 years of suppressed anger bubbling over like tea in a kettle.

everything moved in an instant. one minute you were in front of the boy, now you are dangling him from the cliff, his cries and pleads with you to spare his life were muffled as your mind was spinning every which way.

‘y/n no!’ your father tried to rush over to you but neytiri was quick to stop him. while she disliked the human boy, her body tensed up watching you hold him over the ledge. one wrong move and you both were done for. ‘ma jake..if you go..they will both fall’ she said, holding a tight grip on her husband. jake looked surprised at you. you couldn’t even hurt a fly if you tried and here you were, on the verge of killing spider.

he felt bad for both parties. spider was just a boy protecting his family, as jake does with his own family. and you were his grieving daughter. he felt for you but he also felt for spider

‘y/n just think about this..you don’t have to do this..killing him won’t bring neteyam back..you gain nothing from this..’ he said, breaking from neytiris grip, stalking over to you with his hand extended, hoping you would break out of this trance and realize what you’re doing.

‘father..you really want to save this human? he’s the reason your son is dead.. your precious golden child..and you want to save him?” you looked back at your father, leaning spider over the edge even further, almost slipping in the process.

‘y/n!’ your mother called, now behind jake as she’s trying desperately to pull you back, afraid to lose another child.

‘i’m going to give you both a choice..pick your side..me?’ you said turning to them, angry tears now streaming down your face. you slowly turned your head to the now sobbing boy as he continued to beg and plead for his life.

‘or the bitch im gonna kill?’

tags 🏷️: @23victoria @avtprint @bucky12345 @boilingpots @Marcswife21 @elegantkidfansoul @itsyogurl @stars4deku @stvpidscvpid @uniltsatirey @urdeadpoet @annamarieisbae @graysonmalik2550 @blueberryfailureclinic

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #jake sully x reader #kiri x reader #sully family x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #jake sully x child!reader #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #spider socorro #spider x reader

[secretnameu9]

Deafening

Drip…Drip

The silence, it was deafening. The only reprieve being the occasional light gust of wind that would graze the surrounding area. The trees and leaves gently swaying in the same direction the cool breeze took them. It was so quiet, it was deafening. A small figure looked down upon the pond, sitting and pondering the water below. It’s reflection staring right back at them. A young fox kit, no older than ten years old. Their face contorted in a way, showing they were under some form of emotional distress. Two tails laid upon the kit’s lap as the child sat there staring at the pond, seemingly holding them for some form of comfort.

To those who inhabited the lands of Mobius it was very clear just who this was, the iconic twin tails almost a dead give-away. It was none other than Sonic’s very own side-kick…no Sonic’s little brother, Tails.

Drip…

Tears, tears fell into the pond as the child simply stared into his own reflection. His own sky-blue eyes staring right back at him. The poor kit looking like he was only moments away from curling in on himself and crying until the stars of the night came and went, yet this was more than that. He couldn’t even do that.

Tails checked his communicator…17 unread messages, 5 calls. His focus on the device short lived as he returns his gaze back upon the still water upon him

The kit tried to wipe away the tears, but it was of no use. No matter how many attempts he made they would only come back. The little fox could only stare, his reflection being his only company. He would stare and reflect…

______

It had been nothing more than your average day for the ever-famous dynamic duo. Sonic took his morning laps, taking in the fresh air, and living life to it’s fullest. Tails was up and away working on yet another invention. The small fox being on quite the streak lately, seemingly his creativity knowing no bounds. Nothing more than a day in the life of Sonic and Tails.

The two brothers would eventually meet up for a lunch. The two not having a ton to say this time around, seemingly just being more comforted by each-other’s company rather than any form of dialogue they could manage to come up with. That was completely fine sometimes the quiet days were the one’s that happened to say the most.

The two enjoyed their breakfast together and were about to go about their separate ways, going off to do something else until something broke the ever-peaceful silence between the two.

“Sonic?” Tails’ smaller voice uttered out.

This was quick to catch Sonic’s attention. The teen catching himself mid-stride and flipping himself around to face the small kit. “What’s going on, little buddy?” the hedgehog asked, a small smirk on his face happy to hear from his little brother.

“Have you noticed? Eggman? He’s been really quiet lately.” the small fox kit asks Sonic. Wondering if maybe he was the only one who noticed.

It wasn’t abnormal for the doctor to go for long streaks of no activity, Especially when he was up and plotting something bigger. However, this time around it had been particularly long since the mad doctor has made any noise. Tails always was on top of these kind of things, but it has been completely radio silent it was starting to get him worried.

“Eggman? Maybe he finally realized he was never going to win?” Sonic started, almost with a chuckle. “I mean he took quite the loss last time. Maybe he’s too embarrassed to show his face?” the hedgehog mainly eluding to a past battle with the mad doctor, where Eggman wasn’t even able to get a single bit of his plan off the ground before Sonic stopped him. The result being the evil scientist flying out in a fit of fluster and rage…more than usual that is.

Tails thought about it for a little bit, taking the time to consider the possibility. Was it a possibility? Sure. Was the probability high? No.

“I don’t think so, Sonic…” Tails frowned. “You know how he is. I just…have a bad feeling is all.” The small fox voicing his concerns to his older brother.

The hedgehog was quick to take notice of his younger brother’s attitude of the situation and walked over to the small kid and placed a hand on his shoulder “Hey, don’t worry. You know how this goes by now right? Eggman shows up, I kick his butt, we come home and celebrate with some chilidogs and laugh about how bad Eggman lost.”

Tails hesitated, but he looked up into Sonic’s eyes. The Hedgehog shooting him a reassuring smile. “Everything is gonna be fine, little bro. Trust me”

Everything…is gonna…be fine…

Everything…is gonna…

Everything…

_______

Tails took a step forward, his balance not incredible. He could only focus on one thing. The small fox stumbled further. Everything is a blur. There was so much happening around him. So much chaos, so much destruction, so much fighting. Yet he couldn’t focus on any of it, his mind discarded all of the optical information is was receiving to only focus on one thing. The small fox kit kept going forward, step by step until he reached his destination where collapsed onto his knees.

“Sonic…?”

…is gonna be fine

Everything is not…going to be fine. The child bending down to shake his brother, hoping by just some miracle, just some divine intervention, just anything, in hopes that somehow he’d be able to wake Sonic.

“Sonic!” the kit screamed. His voice quaky, the lump in his throat clearly making it hard for the child to use his voice.

“Sonic, PLEASE…” the child screamed in pure desperation. Shaking his idol, his brother, his everything. In the back of his mind the kit was smart enough to know he wasn’t going to wake up. Tails’ knew what he saw, he knows what he’s looking at. Yet his young child mind…his raw unfiltered emotions completely overrode his logic. This was a situation where no matter how hard he tried his super genius level of intellect would never be able to help. There’s no machine, no cure, no going back.

Tails collapsed upon his brother’s chest, heaving, sobbing, screaming, begging. The scraps of robots were littered everywhere. The fight continued on a blur of red…robot pieces. A quick dot of pink, robot pieces. The kit had somewhat of an idea of what was going on around him, but he couldn’t focus on anything else outside of what he just witnessed and what he was laying on right now.

The red liquid tainting his shining beautiful fur, he didn’t care. He didn’t even feel it…Tails couldn’t feel anything. ______

The small fox kit stared into the Pond. His eyes still fogged with tears. The images still fresh in his mind. The moment it happened replaying in a constant loop in his mind.

Drip…

Another tear made contact with the pond. The small fox’s reflection rippling momentarily thanks to the impact.

Tails couldn’t get it out of his head, he didn’t want to. He deserved it. All of this could have been avoided, it was his fault. The small kit thought to himself. The small foxes sniffled trying to wipe away the tears again.

The kit couldn't help but to think about the incredibly large numbers of ways he could have shifted the outcome of all of this. He was supposed to be the smart one. He should have seen this coming, he should have planned better, he should of...his thoughts trickling around in his small little brain.

The kit looked at his communicator again, 25 unread messages, 8 calls.

He tapped on the device, daring to take a look at what had been sent.

“We’re worried, please…”

“Where did you go? We thought you were in….”

“Are you OK? Knuckles…”

“Please, Tails?”

They were all messages from his friends. A tang of guilt surged into the small foxes mind through all of the other emotions he was suffering through. He ran away late at night because he needed the air and the space. He originally planned on returning before he thought anyone would be awake, but once he found this pond…he just…he just couldn’t move. Almost hypnotized by his own reflection.

One message in particular stuck out to him, it was message from Sonic. Only a few hours before Eggman’s last attack, the attack that did all of…this. It was a simple message, apparently Sonic was feeling a bit squishy at the time. But five words was all it took to send a message stronger than even one thousand could. “I love you, little bro”

That was it, Tails closed his communicator and glanced back at his reflection in the pond.

Tails…Tails didn’t even get to say goodbye, it went straight through the brain. He didn’t even get to say I love you…one last time.

He couldn’t take it anymore, the waterworks came full force. The small kit sobbing to his hearts content. All alone. All alone…again. Memory after memory of the time he spent with Sonic rushing through his poor little child mind. His first time seeing Sonic, when the Hedgehog rescued him, the first time they spoke to each-other, Tails going to break Sonic out of Prison, Sonic calling Tails little bro for the first time, the first time defeating Eggman together…all of it, all at once.

Drip…Drip…Drip

Everything wasn’t going to be fine

Some time later after the kit seemingly had cried himself out of tears, he could only stare at the image of himself in the pond. It was all he had at the moment, the image of himself. It was all he had to cling onto at the moment and that barely was keeping him sane. Tails didn’t know what to do…

Step, step, step.

Tails’ ear flicked. Someone was close, who was it? The small fox couldn’t even be bothered to look, they were probably heading towards the clearing that this pond was in.

Silence…

“T-Tails…”

The fox kit turned his head to face the voice. It was familiar, yet it was so different. Upon turning it was quite easy to tell who it was. Everyone’s favorite pink hedgehog.

Their eyes met. Amy’s filled with surprise with a hint of relief to have finally found the young kit.

But Amy could also see Tails’ eyes…they were empty…almost soulless even. The beautiful sky blue eyes that once seemingly shone even the darkest of nights was dull. The life and energy vacant.

A light gust of wind brushed across the clearing. The trees and leaves ever so lightly swaying with the wind. The silence…it was deafening. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I ain't gonna lie, this is the first time in *years* that I actually wrote anything. So to anyone who chose to stick through my mid-attempt at writing, I much appreciate it. I definitely faltered off a bit in the end once I started to get a bit tired and ready to do something else, so, sorry if it felt a bit rushed. Anyways this little fic was inspired by @0vergrowngraveyard @myyla-x and @nixoon-again 's all recent angst posting of the dynamic duo. I was feeling a bit creative and didn't wanna get left out, so I figured I'd hop into the game myself a bit. Sorry it probably carries on a bit longer than need be :b like I said my writing skills are super unhoned and dusty. But thanks for anyone who chose to read! Glad I have it a shot! Oh btw I didn't proof read or re-go through anything so I also apologize for any grammatical errors or things that just sound off. This was all just written in one big shot. Anyways. I need some fresh air, it's a nice day outside.

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #tails #tails the fox #the brothers ever #unbreakable bond #sonic #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #dynamic duo

[dearharriet]

About Time | Chapter 2

james potter x reader time travel au | 2.5K words | contents

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04:00 — 4 FEBRUARY

Rounding the corner down the back stairs, James came to the kitchen. It was all a deep, thick violet, blending with the world outside. That was a color that the sun wouldn’t touch for another four hours, if that.

He crept into the room, bare toes on cold terracotta tile, and got the electric kettle going. A tiny red dot rose against the dark expanse of cook-ware as the old thing jumped to life. James leaned back, slumping against the counter and retrieving his phone.

The kitchen gained new illumination as he pried it apart, jostling the center button to wake it. He’d done this song and dance every hour of every day since new years—even the ones he did twice—so it was second nature to press the handful of buttons that led to your contact.

The text exchange stared up at him the same way it always did, and he felt his frustration with himself bubble like the kicking kettle.

1 January

Me 14:14

| hello, this is james! (from new years) :)

Y/N! 15:17

| hi! :)

Me 15:20

| hiya. i was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime? this weekend, maybe?

Y/N! 15:35

| oh, that sounds so lovely, believe me!! but I actually live in london :/ i was only visiting for the holiday.

Of course she lives in London, he thought, she works with Marlene.

James never responded.

The thing about James was, he could go back and retry anything he failed at—which left a lot of room to do just that, and he was accidentally making the most of it.

The other thing about James was, he rarely knew when to quit. A month of no contact couldn’t be good, but a part of him wanted to see if he could make it work the first time. Every retry felt like a crawl through hell, having to do everything all over again, having to remember the way things were—the way things could’ve been forever.

No, he wanted to believe he could make something good without turning back. He’d done alright so far. It was just proving to be very hard because of you.

When the kettle was something around halfway done, James swung the phone closed, plunged back into darkness. He went to the press and took down a big mug with an odd decal over the front of it, and then looked to fish a tea bag out of the next cabinet. His hand felt around blindly, and he stubbornly persisted instead of seeking help from the house lights.

“What the bloody hell is goin’ on in here?”

In quick succession, James swung around and the overhead lights flashed on, and then his head whacked the cabinet door.

“Oh—fuck,” he swore, hand shooting up to cradle the throbbing area. The kettle was nearing the end of its duty, roaring as loud as the blood in James’ ears. Somehow too, the lights carried a sound of their own, one that you’d only ever hear when everything else is blissfully silent.

Something began thumping, and James peeked out of a watery eye to watch a middle aged man hobble over to the fridge. He was wearing a matching pajama set, blue and white striped and too soft looking for his very immediate brashness.

“Who the hell are you?”

The man ignored James’ very feeble inquiry and opened the freezer, coming up with a cold compress. When he turned James’ way, the boy had to school his initial reaction.

Layered over the strange man’s face were deep-cut scars, spider-webbing across his features indiscriminately. His right eye was a shocking blue, and the corresponding eyelid was healed wide open, giving it quite a mad look. James wondered how he slept.

With the same thump thump thump-ing from before, the man approached James, and James looked down to discover a rickety prosthetic leg on one side of his gait. Then, his eyes were back on the scars, his jaw held firmly between thick calloused fingers.

“That’s the last time you’ll ogle at my leg, boy,” the man said firmly, a measured type of coarseness entering his voice. “You’ve seen it now, no need to worry about it any longer. Understand?”

James blinked, still groggy and disoriented, sleep waiting at the edges of his eyes to be wiped away.

“Can I know who you are? Or, why you’re in my house, perhaps?”

A grating laugh escaped the man’s twisted lips, chased by a wide, toothy smile that didn’t match it. Then he forced the compress in his free hand over James’ tender forehead, and a maniacal gleam in his big eye finally caught the light.

“Oh, ow!”

“The name is Moody,” James’ torturer finally revealed, disregarding the pained whines the boy was making. “Alastor Moody. That’s M-O-O—”

“Oh my god, please shut up,” James groaned rudely, feeling a headache come on. Alastor seemed to take kindly by it anyways, or as kindly as he seemed capable of. He snatched one of James’ hands to replace his over the compress and stomped away. James wondered how he’d missed the sound before, when Moody was elsewhere in the house.

Stealing the big mug off the counter and a second one out of the press, Moody set about concocting some tea for the both of them.

“Why are you here,” James pushed again, falling from the wrap-around counter to the butcher’s block island and folding over it.

Moody, pouring a steaming cupful of tea, glanced over his shoulder with a grunt.

“Thought I’m s’posed to shut up,” he replied, a small jest barely recognizable in the grit of it. James almost laughed, thinking it was something one of his friends might say.

“Touché,” he allowed, too tired to justify his earlier words.

Moody slid the piping mug under his nose, holding onto the handle to say, “I’m yer father’s student. Or, I used to be, at least.”

James took the tea gratefully, dropping a big sugar cube into it as his body fell into a tall bar stool. He glanced at the scarred man, who was settling in beside him and sighing at the pressure coming off his legs.

“You’re a businessman?”

The sharp gritty chortle returned, far too loud for the early hour.

“Fuck no, I’m not,” Alastor laughed, “I’m a sad playwrite in London. I took his class on a requirement.”

At that, James perked up.

“In London, really?”

Moody slurped his tea noisily, grunted, and then grabbed two sugars and stirred them into his cup with one meaty finger. After confirming the taste again, he replied, “Yes, really. And don’t believe what those townie twits say about it. London is a miserable barrel of oil I’d like to set on fire.”

James would’ve liked to agree with that, actually, except that he was the victim of a one track mind, and his mind had eyes on you.

Coincidentally, you were in London.

“So why not move away?” James hunkered further over the counter, shrugging in question. “What’s there for you?”

Alastor sighed long-sufferingly, the way someone sighs when they’ve fallen into a pit that they dug.

“A goddamn pipe dream, that’s what.”

“Seems the right place for that,” James said agreeably, pushing up his glasses to appear smarter, somehow.

Moody shifted to look at him.

“What about you, eh?” Alastor sat forward, peering at James oblong with his gaping eye. “I suppose you’ll sit around this cushy place until your old man keels over, won’t ya? Marry some other high-society lass, play out the whole family runaround…maybe pop down to the city for a few years, but not for any big plan, really. Certainly not because you need to.”

He shook his head then, grumbling and taking to his tea. James jutted his head back, slightly affronted, but mostly confused by the jarring flip in Alastor’s mood.

“I’m sure I could, if I had nothing else in mind,” James agreed, his mind focused hard on the one future he was sure of. “Thing is though, I’ve got a pipe dream of my own, sir. A girl I met.”

Exhaling through flared hairy nostrils, Moody glanced at James again, dubious.

“A girl, you say?” James nods. “Yes, well, I suppose that’s what takes all the good ones. Some girl they met once.”

“Thrice,” James corrected. Alastor shuffled his thinning hair about on his head, grunting in question. “I met her three times.”

Moody just tipped back the rest of his tea and wiped the straggling drops from his chin.

Twisting his lips, James persisted.

“This girl y’see, she lives in the city. And I’ve asked to take her out, quite obtusely, without knowing, and now I think I’ll just have to move to her because—”

A big fat hand came down on the counter, rattling James out of his rant.

“Get t’yer point boy.”

Swallowing, James finally asked, “Can I live with you?”

Alastor gave him a long look and then stood, dumping his mug into the big basin by the window. On his slow march out, he turned, casting a sneer over his shoulder that prefaced his following answer.

“Unless that girl is willing to give you a million chances, you’ve already lost her. That’s just the way women are.”

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04:00 — 17 MARCH

It took four trills for you to realize the song in your dream was a ringtone, and that it was a real pressing matter in the waking world.

One hazy glance at the clock on your night stand told you it was far too early for a phone call, and a quick check on your throat came up dry and unpleasant, not ideal for talking.

You sat up, blinking blearily at the name scrolling across the notification window on your phone, and convinced yourself you were still fast asleep.

‘James :)’ shimmered loud and proud in the pixelated slot of space, perplexing your delirious brain beyond measure. You played with the possibility of going back to sleep, but your curiosity got the better of you.

Opening your phone, you pressed the green answer button and held it to your ear.

“Hello,” you croaked out, more of a question than a greeting.

The other side of the line seemed to lag for a second, like maybe there was no one there, and then James spoke.

“Hel—hi.”

Even though he was only on the phone, hearing his voice made you sit up a little straighter, tamping your bedhead down with a flat palm.

“James?”

He sucked in a breath, and the way it cracked through the line made it sound like a cigarette pull.

“Yeah, um. Yeah. I’m sorry, I really didn’t expect you to answer. You sound so tired, I feel awful.”

“No, don’t be, it’s—” You caught yourself before you could placate him, because no amount of insisting it wasn’t early would change the hands on the clock, “—it’s fine, honestly. My boss is Irish, so I’ve got the day off.”

There was a pause and some shuffling, and then James said, “oh hell, it’s the seventeenth, yeah. I forgot.”

“What?” you exclaimed. “How could you? Everything’s been green for weeks now.”

James laughed, the sound muffled like it was coming from another room.

“I know, I’m sure, I’ve just been too busy to notice. I’m uh, I’m actually moving tomorrow. Or today, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” You bit your lip, smiling a touch and daring to ponder, “Where?”

Another long pause.

“The city,” James replied, and you thought you could hear him smiling, too. “London.”

Picking at your comforter, you felt your lips ebb and flow, uncertain whether to be happy or sad. You really liked James, perhaps even as more than a friend that you’d kissed once on New Years. He was sweet, and attentive, and he seemed to really like you; Texted you right away, unlike most guys you’d been with.

And here he was calling you, striking up a conversation in the early hours of the morning.

“That’s great,” you said, dredging up all of the joy in your chest to saturate your words with. “Where in?”

He seemed hesitant, thinking about it for a second. “Islington, I think? I’ve only ever been up two or three times, so I’m not really sure.”

You nodded, charmed to silence just by the way he spoke, by the number of things you’d rather have asked him—about his life, about that handful of trips to the big city. You were so involved in the thought that you forgot he couldn’t see you.

“Are you still there?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry, I was nodding.” You laughed a little to lighten the tension. “Um, Islington is great.”

“Really?” James asked. “You’ve been?��

“Well, no.” You laughed some more, and James joined you. “But I live in Shoreditch, actually, so we’ll be really close.”

You hoped that didn’t come off too flirty, and then you hoped that it did, which made you feel terribly guilty. If being on the phone with James was dangerous, you certainly couldn’t be around him in person again.

Eyes closing, you cleared your throat.

“Um, James?”

The boy on the other line hummed in response, and then said, “What?”

“Is there a reason you called?”

It felt rude to ask, but you thought the early hour might cover for you. If you wanted to crawl back under your covers and sleep Saint Patty’s Day away, could he really blame you?

“Oh!” said James, and again your heart thumped hard and cruel in your throat, damming any words inside. “Yes, I’m sorry. I meant to ask you if you were free at all next week? For that coffee I mentioned after New Years.”

Fuzz overtakes the line for the next few seconds as your head falls into your lap. In part, you blame yourself, for being so naive as to think he’d call for anything else. The other part falls on you for different reasons, namely, being on the phone at all with someone you had undeniable feelings for.

For not turning him away in the first place, even though you knew his feelings were just as secure.

“Um,” you started, fighting the frog in your throat, “I’m really sorry James, but I’m actually seeing someone right now. I don’t think…”

You stopped there, because anything that came after would veer immediately into a confession that would hurt you both, and then some.

James was eerily quiet, so much so that you checked your phone to ensure he hadn’t hung up. Then, finally, he breathed out an, “Oh.”

It felt more like a punch to the gut.

For some reason, your face burned with acute embarrassment. Something about admitting to James that you were with someone else felt shameful, like some odd betrayal. Thankfully, he didn’t encourage the feeling.

“Well I hope he’s an alright guy,” James said fairly, and you told him he was. After yet another bout of silence, James just said, “good.”

And then the line clicked.

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[abubblingcandle]

Well done on compiling the spreadsheet! I've been thinking of doing something similar to keep track of my wips for ages but I've yet to sit down and actually do it, it's a lot of work!

How about number 42?

It is but I was laid in bed last night and was like stewing on one of the ideas and thought ... "I've never actually written down anything about this idea, oops" and so did this today!

@thirteenemeraldcats also asked for 42 but also another one so I'll do 42 here and the other in reply to that ask :)

42 - The 16 year old Jamie fic

So this fic is inspired by what I learnt a few months ago about Archie Gray at Leeds United. Quick Archie summary but he is a 17 year old Leeds wonderkid from a family of Leeds United players (his grandad, his great uncle, his dad all played for Leeds for the majority of their careers and his younger brother is in the youth set up). He's made it into the starting line up this year and he pointed it out in a post match interview that according the FA and Leeds rules ... he has his own private changing room because it is a safeguarding risk to have a minor changing and showering with adults.

This just got me thinking about what if Jamie hadn't been 23 when he was loaned to Richmond, what if he had been 16? This wonderkid who Man City don't really know what to do with coming straight into the Richmond starting line up and desperate to prove himself to everyone including his idol Roy Kent. His dad moving down to London with him. Not really being included in the team and team bonding as they just go out drinking.

Then Ted arrives and Jamie's never had a coach like Ted. He doesn't know what to do with it

Roy huffs as he watches Jamie bat away the hand Colin was offering to help him up off the floor. The kid's blue grey eyes were misting over with tears of frustration but his lips were pressed together in a mask of fury directed at the grass itself. Roy remembered being like that. He remembered being called up and touted as the best thing since sliced bread at an age where your main worries should be whose dating who and how you were going to survive your exams. But unlike Jamie, Roy wasn't a champion asshole about it. He took the hits, he paid his dues with only the token bullshit expected from an up and coming star. Then other younger models came through the ranks, Roy made his big career move and all that strife was history. It had seemed like the worst thing ever at the time. Now it was just remembered as a stepping stone. "Get the fuck up Tartt, your fault. Get over it," Roy growled, kicking the ball away from Jamie's feet and pinging it back over to O'Brien for the goal kick. The death stare from the young striker would have unnerved a lesser man. Roy glared back until Jamie flinched first and rolled to his feet.

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #roy kent #ask box is always open #wip number game

[lemons-bittersweet]

THE OUTSIDERS FROM THE BOOK IN DESCRIPTION.

IM SORRY IF THINGS ARE SPELLED WRONG NOR THE SENTENCES BEING REAL SENTENCES BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO DO ALL OF THAT CURRENTLY

PONYBOY CURTIS- AGE 14- I have light brown almost red hair and greenish-gray eyes I wish they were grayer because I hate most guys that have green eyes but I have to be content with what I have my hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs squared off in the back and long in the front and other sides but I'm a greaser most of my neighborhood rather bothers to get a haircut size I look better with long hair I like to watch movies alone so I can get into them and live them with the actors when I see a movie with someone it's kind of uncomfortable it's like having someone read your book over your shoulder I'm different that way I mean my second oldest brother soda who's 16 going around 17 never cracks a book at all and my oldest brother Darrel we call darry works to long and hard to be interested in a story or drawing a picture so I'm not like them and nobody in our gang digs moves and books the way I do for a while there I thought I was the only person in the world that did so I loned it soda tries to understand at least which is more than darry does but then so does different from anybody he understands everything almost like he's never hollering at me at the time of day or he is or treating me as if I was 6 instead of 14 I love soda more than that I have ever loved anyone even mom and dad he's always happy go lucky and grilling while there Dairy's hard and firm and rarely grins at all but then darrys gone through a lot his this 20 years growing up too fast soda will never grow up at all I don't know which way is the best i'll find out one of these days Sodapop Curtis-AGE 16/17- more handsome than Ponyboy knows he's slim but has a friendly draw sensitive face that manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time dark gold hair that he comes back long and silky and straight and in summer the sun bleaches into a shining wheat gold eyes are dark brown lively dancing reckless laughing eyes that can be gentle sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next he's got his dad's eyes but his is one of a kind. Darrel JR Curtis-AGE 20- 6 feet two inches tall broad shoulders and muscular has dark brown hair that kicks out in front and slight cow lick in the back it's like his dad's but Darry's eyes are his own he's got eyes like two pieces of pale blue-green ice They've got a determined set to him like the rest of him he looks older than 20 tough cool and smart he would be real handsome with his eyes weren't so cold he doesn't understand anything that's not playing hard fact but he uses his head Steve Randle-AGE 17- Tall and lean with sick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated Swirls he was cocky smart and Soda's best buddy since grade school Steve's specialty was cars he could lift a hubcap quicker and more quietly than anyone in the neighborhood but he also knew cars upside down and backward he could drive anything on wheels he and soda worked at the same gas station steve part-time soda full time and the gas station got more customers than any in town whether that was because Steve was so good with cars or because so would attract girls like honey jaws flies

Two-bit (Keith) Mathews- AGE ???- Keith was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch he was about six feet tall stocky built and very proud of his long rusty colored sideburns he had gray eyes and a wide grin and he couldn't stop making funny remarks to save his life you couldn't shut that guy up he always had to get his two bits worth in hence his name even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith we hardly remembered he had one life was one big joke to tube it he was famous for shopping with his black switchblade and he always was smart enough to the cops he really couldn't help it everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up their dough lives he liked fighting blondes and from some unfathomable reason school he's still a junior at 18 1/2 he never learned anything he just went for kicks I liked him real well because he kept his laughing at ourselves as well as other things he reminded me of Will Rogers maybe because of the grin Dallas Winston- AGE ???- He had an elfish face with high cheekbones and pointed chin and small sharp animal teeth and ears like a lynx his hair was almost white it was so blonde and he didn't like haircuts or hair oil either so it fell over his forehead and wisps and kicked out in the back and tufts and curled back behind his ears and along the Naples neck his eyes were blue blazing ice cold with hatred of the whole world dally had spent 3 years on the wild side of New York and had been arrested at age 10 he was tougher than the rest of us tougher colder meaner the shade of difference that separates the greases from a hood was a present valley he was wild as the boys downtown outfits like Tim Shepherd's gang in New York dally blew off steam and gang fights but here organized gangs are rarities they're just small bunches of friends who stick together in the welfare is between the social classes of rumble when it's called it's usually born of a grudge fight and the opposite just happened to bring the friends along oh there are few gangs around here like the river kings and the Tiber Street Tigers but in the southwest there's no gang rivalry so Dally even though he could get into a good fight sometimes had no specific thing to hate no rival game only Socials and you can't win against them no matter how hard you try because they've got all the brakes and even wipping them isn't going to change the fact maybe that's why Dallas was so bitter he had quite the reputation in the file and down at the police station he had been arrested he got drunk he rode and rodeo's lied cheated stole rolled drunk jumped small kids he did everything I didn't like it but he was smart and you had to respect him Johnny Cade- AGE 16- If you could picture a little dark puppy that has been kicked too many times and it's lost in a crowd of strangers you'll have Johnny he was the youngest next to me smaller than the rest with a slight build he had big black eyes and a dark tan face his hair was jet black and heavily greased and combed to the side but it was so long that it fell into shaggy bangs across his forehead he had a nervous suspicious look in his eyes and that beating he got from the socialist didn't help matters he was the gang's pet everyone's kid brother his father was always beating him up and his mother ignored him except when she was hacking off his something and then you could hear yelling at him clear down at our house I think he hated that the worst getting whipped he would have run a million times if we hadn't been there and if he hadn't been gang Johnny would have never known love and affection are.

#dally winston #darrel curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #the outsiders #socs #greasers #greaser #twobit mathews #two bit mathews #incorrect outsiders quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #incorrect the outsiders quotes #incorrect quote #incorrect qoute #incorrect the outsider #incorrect outsiders #incorrect outside #se hinton #book #character design #describing

[lixiektty]

old friend — a jake sim 20th birthday special, coming soon

๛ word count: 600 (not sure how much for the full fic yet, probably less that 10k)

๛ warnings/kinks: dom!jake, sub!reader, idol!jake, language, time skips, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, fiction writing, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, degradation, praise, creampie, breast play, please feel free to let me know if i miss anything!!

๛ author's note: i've always wanted to try writing this scenario especially with jake and hyunjin, it wasn't even until last week where i was like "i have to do this" and here i am writing this on the 9th and deciding to make it a birthday special for my baby daddy.

๛ summary: two year trainee, jake sim, finally made his debut as a soloist and has made it big— leading to a headlining world tour only a year after debut. when coming into the states after his shows in korea, he visits with an old high school friend only to be reminded of how much he as in love with her like he was when he was 17. if only he knew what she hid on her laptop.

๛ taglist: open | closed

"shit," jake cursed under his breath.

his phone hadn't been receiving emails for the last two days, and it was starting to freak him out. he feared if there had been anything sent to him, it would need to be responded to within a certain period.

thank god he was here with you, and you had a computer. he was sure of it, "angel," he called out.

"yes?" you reply, picking up a folded blanket laying underneath your table to drape onto yourself.

"could i use your computer? my phone's trippin' balls and i can't get to any of my emails," he asked, standing up and walking over to the couch so he could see your face.

"yeah, go for it. it should be sitting on my bed," you said, stretching your body along the couch and turning your attention back to the movie you watched.

"you're the best," jake turned to go into your bed room, laptop on your bed just as you said— slightly open with the light beaming brightly from the inside.

he walked over to your bed and kicked his feet up, just like he was at his own home. he considered it his and so did you, and that's what brought you closer again. being around each other like roommates, you only wished it'd last longer.

it would only take about five minutes to check his emails and reply to the important ones, but once he had that laptop open he was introduced to many things.

a certain open tab on your window caught his eye, only being able to read a name. his name. so being the curious bastard he was, he clicked on it reading every word written on the page. his brain was filled with many thoughts, not fully sure if he should react right now.

it was a shock. why was this on your computer, and was the sinful imagines, the literal porn in word form, your doing? something brought jake to his feet, eyes focused on every line even scrolling down to read more.

all this time, jake thought you had forgotten about him and found someone else to be interested in since he had abandoned you to purse his dream. he never slept with, thought about, or looked at another girl ever since he left. and here you were thinking about him in ways only someone extremely dirty would think.

jake was out the door before he knew it, still reading the fiction but soon coming to a stop, looking up and seeing your resting form on the couch.

you had been so distracted you hadn't heard jake open the door behind you. "y/n," jake said softly, coming from out of your room further, computer in hand, "what the fuck is this?"

you sat up and turned back towards him, not sure of what he could be talking about. you got up onto your feet and walked his way. you could've thought it was just a virus suddenly appearing once jake using your laptop with the way he was staring at the screen— no.

it was so much worse than that. the second the screen was turned your way, your eyes got big and your heart instantly sank. there was no way.

"have you been writing about me?!"

#enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enha smut #enha imagines #jake smut #jake imagines #jake sim smut #jake sim imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #smut #imagine #imagines

[maggie32432]

Rafael Barba Imagine - Wrong Place Wrong Time (Part 4)

 You are a detective for NYPD’s SVU under lieutenant Olivia Benson. In Season 17 Episode 10 you are abducted as a hostage with Olivia and Rafael is outside the scene. 

Kailyn falls into Rafael, hardly able to stand on her own at this point. The paramedics try to get to her, but she shoves them off as Rafael holds her tighter than ever before. One of his arms is around her shoulders and the other is against the back of her head. "I've got you, I've got you," He repeats as he helps her back toward the van.

"Rafa," She mumbles against his clothes.

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"You're staying with me tonight," He says and I just nod, glancing around his apartment, though feeling incredibly numb throughout my entire body. "I-" That's when I feel myself crumble for the first time since it all happened. Tears run from my eyes as Rafa holds me close to him, helping me to sit down on the bed. "Why were you at the scene? You're normally just needed after," I joke, though my voice incredibly small and weak, and he smiles, wiping the tears from my cheeks but then looks away, "I knew you were in there. I couldn't not be there," He says and my heart softens.

"H-he had the gun against my head the entire time," "I know," he says, voice as soft as butter at this point, "All I could think of was that I would never have gotten to tell you how I feel...I have wasted so much time being afraid of my own feelings," I whisper and he looks at me, now his eyes softening too.

"Well now we have all the time in the world. You wanna use the bathroom to wash your hair?" He says and I smile, for a lawyer he sure is not direct right now. "Yes," "I'll run you a bath," he says, kissing my temple before walking into the bathroom as I take off my jacket and kick off my shoes. I hear him come back into the room and even the sound of his footsteps made my heart skip a beat. "Breathe, you're safe now," He says, coming back to me and I feel my heart racing now, but for a different reason. He takes my hand and I feel my body shaking again as he leads me into the bathroom.

I walk into his large bathroom and see the tub filling up with bubbles and warm water. My body feels weak. Weaker than I care to admit as I feel Rafa behind me. "Would like me to wait outside?" He asks breath against my shoulder, but I shake my head, "Stay," "Te cuidaré" he whispers as I hesitantly pull my top off. I did not think that the first time Rafael would see me naked is him helping me wash blood out of my hair. I pull the rest of my clothes off before stepping into the warm water, still not quite feeling like myself.

The water surrounds my skin as I sit down, wasting no time to curl into a ball. Rafael sits beside the tub, ready to wash my hair and be careful to not touch my stitches. I glance up at him to see him staring at me with a more loving look than I've ever seen before. "I wish he didn't die. I wanted him to suffer the consequences," I mumble against my knee and Rafa nods, "I know, I'm sorry," He says and I just continue to look down at the water.

His hands massage my head and I lay back contently, now feeling slightly more comfortable to show my breasts. The water quickly turns pink, but Rafa never stops. After letting me sit for a while, he helps me out of the tub, letting me borrow some of his clothes.

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Rafael holds her as she stumbles from the tub. The towel is wrapped around her body loosely, but even for the experienced ADA it's hard to watch her in such a rough shape. The stitches in her forehead ache as she looks more exhausted than he thought possible. After having a gun held to anyone's head for hours that entails therapy and a psychologist note in order to go back to work, but he's sure that Kailyn knows all of that.

"Come to bed, cariño," he says as he helps her lay in his sheets. "Rafa, why have we spent all those nights going over notes in my apartment when you live in a place like this?" she asks, eyes already closed against the pillow, He chuckles to himself, "I'll go to the guest room," "No!" she exclaims, eyes opening and perking up as she grabs his hand. He realizes through this how traumatized she really is, "Okay, okay. I'll stay," He whispers and she nods, body relaxing back against the mattress.

Barba's phone buzzes with a text from Carisi, Sonny: How's McCann doin? Have you talked to her? Barba: She's fine. Staying with me for a while. Sonny: Take good care of our girl for us

Rafa turns his phone off to look back at Kailyn. "I was thinking the same thing today," "Hm?" She asks as he crawls into bed on the other side, laying beside her. "I thought that-well, if I lost you then I never-I never would've been able to tell you," He says, "Tell me?" She asks, now opening her beautiful blue eyes, "Te amo," He whispers and her eyes widen, "I love you," she whispers back, putting her hand on the side of his face.

His eyes close at her touch, "I thought I was going to lose you today," "I'm here," His eyes shut as he holds back the tears he didn't know where coming.

#rafaelbarbaxreader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x OC #rafael #barba #svu #svuimagine #svu imagine #lawandorder

[starryeyedadmirer]

Noah Centineo: Baby Fat

-Noah x Reader-

!!CW!! — Body image TW

Synopsis (There’s not much to this one): You’re at the gym with Noah, as a kind of moral support — helping him work off the spare tire that he’s put on since giving birth to his son. Though you’ve grown quite bored of seeing him get down on himself, and constantly feel as though he’s got to change, you provide him with a few words of encouragement… in your own, not so sweet way.

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"Woo! Fuck." Noah groans, taking another kick at the freestanding punching bag that's propped up in front of him. "I forgot how hard this was, man! How could I do this so easy before? I haven't lifted my legs this high since... since..."

"Since the nurses put 'em up in those stirrups, right?" You interrupt — watching from your seat, as he gives the bag another pathetic kick.

"Yeah... I think so."

"Man, I remember that shit like it was yesterday. Aiden's birth. Your feet were almost to the ceiling by the time they let me in the room. They had 'em jacked up so fucking high! You were miserable." You can hardly contain your laughter as the memory of Noah in his hospital bed flashes back into your mind.

He was laid back on the mattress, like a big starfish, with his feet dangling in the air, and a dozen nurses working on him. It was like he was some sort of alien, with all of the weird-looking machines, the bright lights shining on his crotch, the folks in blue scrubs, and the way that they were monitoring him... the atmosphere and urgency in the room, didn't give you any impression that he had gone into a normal, human labor at all. It seemed that he was giving birth to some bizarre creature... something out of this world. His face and neck were both as red as a clown's nose, and his hair was a scraggly mess. You could tell that he hadn't had a proper chance to groom himself before his water broke... it was more than evident, and not just by his looks. There was a strong, familiar musk persisting in the air... the stench of Noah's natural body odor... and another, odd scent, that you couldn't quite place at the time — something sour, and metallic. As if his looks weren't offensive enough, he was screaming at everyone like a crazed lunatic — demanding that someone go get him something cold to drink... but, rightfully so, none of his nurses did as he said. It was hysterical, watching him yell that way, to no response from anyone else. You couldn't laugh at him back then... he probably would've killed you if you had... but now that it's been a few months, you can finally let loose.

"Yeah, I was." He takes another kick, this time lowering his leg a bit. "I'm telling you, those labor pains were no joke, man. Aiden's head was so big, I thought I was gonna tear open."

"Looked like you were too. Ya know, I managed to get a peak at you while you were yelling, and... um... it wasn't pretty. Felt like I was staring at a big ass, busted banana, and a jelly filled donut... one that'd gushed open, and gotten all messy. It was... quite the sight!"

"Well, hey, laugh all you want, but those few hours of discomfort and pain were worth it. I love coming home and seeing his little face, smiling up at me like I'm the most important thing in the world. There's nothing like it, man. You'll learn someday."

"No. No I won't. And anyway, it ain't been that long since you popped him out, Noah. This should be a piece of cake. I know for a fact that childbirth was a lot harder than kicking a punching bag on a stand."

"You would think so, huh? You don't know half the story... you only saw Aiden's birth. I was bedridden for four weeks, after spending 17 long hours trying to squeeze him out of my ass. Even after that, I could barely walk for a month, my ass was sore for ages, and my dick couldn't get hard if it tried... not to mention all the weight I've put on. My legs are weaker than they've ever been in my life, man... and I can only kick so high with this gut weighing me down." He gives the bag one last go, mustering up all the strength that he can, and falls to his knees — visibly in pain. "I'm disgusting, fat, and fucking weak, man... just look at me."

"No you're not, Noah." You get up from your seat and place your hand on his shoulder, unmoved by his plight. "You're not disgusting at all, you're just having that... um... postpartum stuff."

You wish you could feel bad for him, that you could give him the level of sympathy and understanding that someone in his situation deserves, but it's hard. He's been crying the same tears for weeks now, whining about being out of shape and shaming himself at every opportunity. You've heard him call himself so many disparaging names... tell himself that he's repulsive and disgusting more times than you can count... and although you know that it stems from something deeper... something that's not so superficial... you're tired of hearing it.

"Carrying a little extra weight after having a baby is normal, Noah. You birthed an entire person, man... think you should cut yourself some slack?"

"Yeah... I guess so." He gets back up on his feet, leaning on you for support. He's heavy on your side, feeling every bit as hefty as he looks... a warm, comforting feeling... aside from all of the sweat. "Like I said, I haven't really been able to... do this. Don't know how I could've worked this thing off without coming back to the gym."

"There you go, man. And anyway, it doesn't look bad on you. Ya know, I always thought you'd look better with a little pot belly, and God, did you look good pregnant." You give his belly a rub, soft and tender like you've always wanted, and slap him on the ass. He's drenched in sweat — a good sign. That weight will be off before he knows it... then he can finally stop complaining. "Now c'mon, you've got some more kicking to do... burn off that extra weight you hate so much."

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#starry eyes #noah centineo #noah centineo belly/tummy #mpreg fic #noah centineo mpreg #mpreg celeb

[justjasper]

60 Alkaline Trio Lyrics Writing Prompts

What do I do with these? Write something inspired by one of them! Get your followers to send you a prompt for you to write for!

Themes: love, death, substance abuse, suicide, violence

Kiss You to Death

1. I don't care if we fuck or we talk or we cry

Every Thug Needs a Lady

2. Right now you're all that I recognise

Over and Out

3. Please tell my wife I loved her more than life itself

This Could Be Love

4. I've got some mad ideas involving you and me

Cringe

5. You were the last good thing I ever saw

Pocket Knife

6. I've been waiting here so long // For someone just like me

Clavicle

7. I want to wake up naked next to you // Kissing the curve of your clavicle

Mr Chainsaw

8. Found out recently that you were leaving // For good I hope, I softly tell my ceiling

You're Dead

9. But I now have nothing but your heartbeat in my head

Enjoy Your Day

10. I hope he bought you roses

Steamer Trunk

11. I love you so I told you, but it didn't matter much

Dead on the Floor

12. We felt so good together // It was way too good to be

Continental

13. Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye

One Last Dance

14. Beyond repair, the damage that I did

Kick Rocks

15. You had nowhere to go, so you came right back here

Sorry About That

16. Maybe I just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted

Midnight Blue

17. I had nobody but you

This is Getting Over You

18. Today I woke up younger than I've been in years

Bleeder

19. My heart bleeds for what you never did

Calling All Skeletons

20. I've come to love your disappearing act // Do one more pretty please

Blue in the Face

21. I don't dream since I quit sleeping // And I haven't slept since I met you

Radio

22. I've got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you, my darling

Dethbed

23. They tried everything and everyone but you

One Hundred Stories

24. I'm dying just to feel you breathe

My Friend Peter

25. I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days

Sweet Vampires

26. This love-hate is making me cry

I Lied My Face Off

27. It's never fine when you go away

Love Love, Kiss Kiss

28. Do you curse the happy couple?

Crawl

29. Never had a drink that I didn't like // Got a taste of you, threw up all night

Cooking Wine

30. Sorry I'm late, I was out spoiling my liver

Off the Map

31. I'm like a junkie for your smart mouth

San Francisco

32. And I was drinking you goodbye

Fine

33. It's ironic that I drink to make my insides stop hurting

I'm Dying Tomorrow

34. Take lots of pills, commit irreversible sins

Back to Hell

35. Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down

This Addiction

36. I once tried to kick this addiction // I swear I'll never kick again

Trouble Breathing

37. You said tonight is a wonderful night to die

While You're Waiting

38. I'm not crying wolf, you whisper // I'm really dead this time

Sadie

39. Play dead dear, it's your only hope of pulling through

Only Love

40. You're dying when you start thinking like that

Do You Wanna Know?

41. My spine is slipping like a fault line // If I go I'll bury us all

Eating Me Alive

42. The end of me was so beautiful

Queen of Pain

43. I've never seen scars like yours

Burn

44. Everyone learns faster on fire

Trucks and Trains

45. Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing

Is This Thing Cursed?

46. My haunted head aches so much worse

Your Neck

47. We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check

Emma

48. Note on the bed stand signed in blood: Sincerely, never coming back

I Was A Prayer

49. To a hopeless cause I sold my soul

Hell Yes

50. You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams

Take Lots With Alcohol

51. I have no desire to see through my own eyes any more

Trouble Breathing

52. Cause things they never work out right

Help Me

53. You left all the lights burning but nobody's home

Prevent This Tragedy

54. I'm begging you, stop praying for me

If You Had a Bad Time

55. If you're up to your ears in blood sweat and wasted years // I'm hoping you're going to open your throat and just scream

Balanced on a Shelf

56. A somewhat inviting very different kind of hell // To live without ever looking at yourself

Settle For Satin

57. You'll never dream again, but you can pray

Every Thug Needs a Lady

58. I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer

If We Never Go Inside

59. A train appeared in town one night // For some of us it saved our lives

Song For Julie

60. I was wrong when I said things never turn out right

#music #alkaline trio #lyrics #prompts #writing

[luckyshotwrites]

1, 17, and 18 for the vore ask meme pls!! 😁

-Griff

(I'm sorry it took me so long! I've been struggling to write lately. And I hope you enjoy it, heavy teasing ahead from a certain OC of mine in Widfali).

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"hmm..." He held them firmly in his hand, purposefully keeping them near his lips. "I did say if you brought me some people I wouldn't eat you didn't I?"

Their vision traveled downward, his gut slightly trembled with movement. He wore a grin when they looked back up at him. "Are you jealous?"

"No." They replied, quickly.

His eyes sparked once they caught their unease in his hand, "be careful, I would hate to drop you."

They were at least fifteen feet high, "please, don't."

"I'd never." He whispered over their body, his blew his breath over them. "I'll make sure I hold you very tightly," He teased, squeezing them between his clawed fingers. It caused a small yelp to flee from them like a squeaky toy.

"I'll do fine on my own now." They uttered.

"On your own?" He shook his head, "that's a foolish thought, any predator would love to snatch you up, press you close to their mouth..." he demonstrated pressing them at his lips, "and ever so gently get a taste of your cute, trembling, form.~"

His lips parted and his pointed tongue stroked up their face. It caused them to scrunch up their face with disgust as his warm trail was left on them.

He took his appendage back between his lips to completely savor the taste.

His pointed ears perked up at their small cries. He kept their hands pinned so they couldn't remove the smear of his saliva. They couldn't even open their eyes, fully.

A jitter of excitement rode up his body, especially as the fun of his other captives died down in his stomach. He was itching for more another to completely fill him out.

"I'll be careful!" They pleaded.

A Cheshire-like smile curled at his lips, "careful?" He couldn't help but laugh with mockery, "you call yourself careful after walking into the den of a hungry beast?"

Their eyes opened, staring up at him with fear. He adored that look. "looking soooo..." a rigid breath popped out, "delectable.~"

His shuddered, delightfully, spurring a bit more movement from the weakened humans inside him. His abdomen tightened with anticipation for his third.

"I did-you said I'd be safe and you wouldn't come after me if I did this!"

His shoulders came up with his snicker, he turned his head down, speaking, "and you believed me." His head sprung back up, his look held his prey too. "I should say thank you though, because of you I had a excellent dinner," his hand rubbed over his gut, "and I'm going to have a even better," he tweeted, "dessert."

They started to throw their body back and forth the best they could in his grip. Their desperation only fueled his fire.

"We had a deal!-"

"And it's funny how that deal went, isn't it? You got yourself some friends to keep you company."

"Don't do this!" They whined as he ran his tongue over his own teeth in front of them. "I'll-I'll get you more people!"

"More? No thanks, you're more than enough." He raised a brow, "but tell you what since you did do this for me," he leaned back on the stone wall behind him, "how about I let you decide what happens next?"

Hope shimmered in their eyes, "yes, I want you to-"

"Hold on," he moved them up above his head, "it's between two options..." he licked over their feet and they yelped.

He smiled, "Either I could eat you head first, so your screams will be muffled when your squeezed down my throat and I get to eagerly watch your feet kick around before I overtake them, or..."

"Feet first and I get to watch every bit of fear in your lovely little eyes as your body will sink deeper inside me." His eyes clearly favored this option, "that way you can cry all you want, and see not a single soul will rescue you."

Their lips quivered, helplessly. "I've done nothing to you!"

"Ha, you've done plenty to work up my appetite and will do me an even greater service by satisfying it." He said gulping, slowly. "So what is my little dessert choosing?~"

...

(End Scene, sorry, I thought it'd be funny to end it with a tease too. It makes sense with Lev's character, as he's loves mocking prey before eating them).

Anyway my thoughts on unwilling/willing/multiple prey/and teasing: Oh boy, well, I generally write, unwilling vore stories and have a preference toward it. Though, if it's well written I do like willing or semi-willing pred or prey. And multiple prey I only like if it's somewhat "realistic" like a giant eating tinies, or at least someone who's very big eating multiple individuals. AND TEASING, that's the stuff. I love teasy preds or sometimes teasy prey. The bicker/banter is always fun to read and see in writing/art. So, I hope this helped answer your question, homie, and have a astonishing day! :D

#vore story #vore writing #soft vore #mawplay #luckyshotwrites #answered asks #nonfatal vore #v.ore #unwilling prey #teasing vore #size difference #male pred

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

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(Sending good vibes 🔆🌻)

Real Writer Asks

Aww how sweet. Right back at you Anon!

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

Interesting ask this one is. Because I feel like I'm the kind of person who hasn't used fic for trauma processing. Yet I know that isn't fully true, either. I definitely incorporate some of my own life experiences into my fics, and as a reader, have sought out media with topics I find too difficult to take to a table IRL. But I also spent over 20 years in therapy so I was lucky enough to have that space. I could say that, much like when I'm a player character in a video game, writing men in particular has helped me tremendously with the long, uphill battle of being trans. But I don't actually write trans characters that much. I feel as if perhaps I prefer the point where all the negotiating aspect is gone, and I can just fully embrace the final package. Fully-formed men or, whatever you want to call it. I am an incredibly intense daydreamer, for instance. I talk to myself regularly, I am constantly finding myself in a daze. Fantasizing. Looking at things in reality and being reminded of the media I enjoy. I am a creative, but I can struggle to stay consistent. Writing is a constant in my life. And one that has provided an outlet in so many ways. I've made brief mentions of the incident before. How in a huge fit of mental breakdown I wiped all my creative works (My original AO3 works, my tumblr, live journal etc) from the world. I did this all within days of my inpatient admission to the hospital, and when I came out of it realized I'd just dumped a huge portion of things I'd created over years of hard work and friend interaction out the door. I erased a large part of myself when I did that. And have promised myself no matter how bad it gets, I am never-ever doing that again. It is not worth it. But I acknowledge I wasn't thinking clearly, either. That I was in a place where my head was nowhere on earth; and the decisions I made that night. Offline and online, were a sign of something bigger. Beyond me. Art, creativity, outlets. These are so important in our world. But everyone gets something different out of it. I have been writing fanfic since I was 17. I'm now 32. Huge parts of my personal growth have come with writing, and some of my life events took place around it. That's crazy to think about sometimes.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Sure! You can have some snippets of this BBKaz fic I'm writing right now that is from BB's POV. I almost never write BB, and never his point of view because I find him so hard to write. So I feel like, for once, I'm developing some confidence about doing so. Which is exciting. He feels almost obtainable to write out for me and I'm excited to see how I do and how it comes across.

Tidbit's Below Cut:

“An enemy, a friend. Incapacitate, when possible, Jack. Just because we have strengths does not mean we need to abuse them.” But she was wrong, wasn’t she? She was the deadliest force he’d ever known.  How true. How easy. They’d have turned on him. Against the pile, the thick cloy of blood, John listens for the kick of weak feet up ahead. The tallest man of the lots sagging hard. From his vantage point, glancing down his smoldering barrel, John can make out that bright blonde hair. Matted, sticking to his scalp from blood, mud, and trickles of tissue from a comrade or two. His men. The ones John slaughtered in the counted heartbeats charging up his lungs. Three broken fingers scramble for a nearby machete, John takes a leisurely stride. “You’re lost, Commander.” He knows the man speaks English. The contract hinted at it. Aviators, cracked with John’s own wild-mane hair, blood-stained cheeks in their reflection slip down a haughty nose. “Then kill me!” such an odd voice. High pitched, scratchy. Incredibly, the man continues to make demands, “The machete, take it. Cut off my head!” Intrigued, John wanders towards it. Steps over the crumpled form of the man’s deceased second in command. Feels the strong heft and weight in his calloused palm. One of the man’s hands is defiantly held under his back, John only manages to catch a tell-tale grip on something round and solid, clearly bumpy in that fumbling grip. Complete, utter defiance. A trick up his sleeve. Bastardized hope reaches into the deep crevice in his hollow heart. A sudden burst of CPR adrenaline thick. Water in his desert. Light in his tunnel. “I don’t think so.” John thrusts the machete up, pushing the flat of the blade hard against the man’s side. Sends those shattered frames to ground as he rolls him to brace on his hip. Pins his wrist with that threatening edge, digs into those fine, tender bones and new blood coats it’s shiny-dented steel. His captive thrashes, whines with angry fear when John leans over him, wiggling the grenade he wrenches free of his palm in his face. Face to face with a cracked skull inches away, the Commander sneers, sputters. “It was a good try.” John’s breath stumbles as he wraps an arm about the captive’s throat, imagines a man with such fire. Such pride. Clever and desperate.

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[skzfairyy]

District 9: Chapter 8

Mafia!AU || skz x OC’s || PG-17 ||

Pairings: Bangchan x oc, Minsung x oc, other pairings to come!

Genre: Angst, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Humor, AU (& so much more lol)

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, weapons, language

Status: Ongoing

Wc: 1.5k words

AN: this is kinda late, our apologies!! It’s a short chapter, but a very IMPORTANT chapter.... EEEEE LOVE! enjoy! - Y2K

The escape plan has been set. As well as solid covers for why they took so long in this meeting room, surely people were looking for the twins by now. Yura made her exit first, mumbling about getting herself another solid drink before her life on the run. Minho did what he did best and disappeared, promising to meet Chan later after he finished some things up before their escape plan began.

 Bangchan and Rina exited the room together and were walking side by side down the empty hallway when he spoke up.

        “Forgive me if I’m being too forward but, are you okay?” His eyes glance at her briefly. Ever since he first approached the twins two hours ago, they seemed different from when he last saw them. As someone who (in the privacy of his own mind) believes himself to be Rina’s soulmate, he always knows when something isn’t right with the woman next to him. 

        “Ha! Am I that easy to read?” Rina sighs with a laugh, she halts her steps in the quiet hallway, the soft music from the rest of the party is faint as Chan stops in front of her, giving Rina all of his attention.

        “I just… Japan was a lot for both of us, I guess…in a way the mission changed me, as well as me and Yura’s relationship. Now that we’re home, we’ve just been trying to get into our old routines, while adjusting to the new versions of each other.”

       “Springing this plan on you didn’t help anything either I’m guessing?” Chan chuckles awkwardly, feeling bad for the abrupt plan, now that he has an idea of what's bothering the duo.

She smiles warmly at his attempt to make her laugh. Something Chan has always succeeded at is brightening her mood ever since they were small.

       “Not at all, if anything it helped! Believe it or not, we’ve always talked about leaving this place, so for this opportunity to come so early it’s hard to wrap our heads around the reality of it. Once we make it out of this hellhole, we can focus on healing ourselves without the prying eyes and ears of the academy.”

Chan nods in understanding and continues to lead them back to the party, he lets the silence engulf them before speaking again.

        “Do you mind considering something else while you’re… healing?”

Rina's eyebrow is raised at him, once again curious as to where he was going with this conversation. One of his hands slips into his pocket as the other reaches to scratch the back of his neck before continuing. 

       “Sorry, that sounded weird right?” his awkward laugh tumbles out yet again as his neck heats up with embarrassment. 

Despite the months of working on his confidence for this very moment, now that he’s here in front of her, it’s all gone out the window.

       “What I’m trying to say is… I’ve kinda been into you since we were kids.” His voice is a bit shaky and tone nervous, as he looks at their feet as he walks.

        “Since we were kids!? Didn’t I yell at you the first time we met? And get us kicked out of the gaming hall for the rest of the weekend?” Rina questions with a slight laugh.

Chan nods his head at her question before replying.

         “I obviously was never one to speak up back then, and when I finally got the nerve to confess, you were either with Jeno or Yuta… so I thought they were more your type.” His voice held a twang of jealousy which made her giggle. 

       “Yeah, no. They were just to pass the time. I had more important things to worry about besides boyfriends back then.” 

He stops walking and reaches for her hand gently, to his surprise and her own, she doesn’t flinch away. 

       “I always knew you had plans for something more, I was quiet but I always listened when you spoke.” He smiles at her before continuing. “I’m glad we can work toward this together as friends and colleagues. Honestly.”

Chan takes her other hand in his before taking a deep breath.

       “I know this timing might be entirely wrong, and it’s no one's fault but my own, but I’m afraid if I don’t say this now I never will.” He emphasizes the first part of his sentence, hoping to make light of the rather serious conversation they’re having. 

       “Fuck, even trying to describe how I feel about you in words is hard. I’d be a fool if I didn’t notice how incredible you are. You’re crazy smart, strong, and just…so beautiful. ”

As the words tumble out, Chan’s ears are tinted a slight red while his hands begin to sweat. Though he’s trying his hardest to stay confident at this moment, he hopes Rina can’t feel it.

       “You know, even despite your career path, it’s incredibly clear how driven and caring you are. If I’m being completely honest, I was kinda intimidated. You’re your own person who doesn’t need any help in getting what you want, and I’d never want to be the one that gets in the way of you and your aspirations. I always thought you were way out of my league, and that you deserve someone who is… worthy of you.”

He laughs nervously and shifts in place before continuing.

       “I know it’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other, but I’ve always thought of you as a good friend. Then when you just up and left… I didn't know what had happened, and… I kind of drove myself crazy only thinking about you. So now–” 

He pauses to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly as Rina does her best to hide her smile.

       “I know I want to be more than just friends with you. I want to be someone you can confide in, who will support you, and always have your back. Someone who will be there for the good days just as much as the bad. I don’t ever want you to feel what you felt in Japan again, Rina. Just hearing about it briefly makes me want to just… I don’t know, fly over there and handle whoever made you feel like this personally.”

Rina finally lets out her laughter at his words. Chan handling Hiroko would be quite a sight to see, but she says nothing, allowing him to continue his confession in confidence. 

       “I can be a safe place… a home for you… if you’ll let me.”     

She was silent for a moment as she observed his face. She's always been so preoccupied with her work and her own issues with her sister that she never noticed how Chan’s been a constant presence in her life. She’s never had to hide who she was with him and he’s always allowed her to be completely honest about any and everything.

He already had become someone she could trust, Rina was just too blind to notice.

Their work together was just getting started and now her heart chooses to make its feelings known? Very on-brand for Rina if she had to be honest with herself, but perhaps this is a change she'll be able to welcome?

Rina squeezes his hands in her own, it's late, she knows he has to disappear now and she has a ballroom of people to please for a little longer.

       “Chris, you really have to work on your timing.” They're able to share a short laugh before they hear the sound of a champagne bottle being opened, followed by muffled cheers quickly reminding them of where they are. 

       "Fuck! I really wish you didn’t have to leave so soon.” She pauses briefly, finding his gaze already on her own.

 Were his eyes always this pretty? 

       “Just… promise you’ll wait for me, yeah?” Her voice is gentle as she leans in and places a chaste kiss on his cheek, before pulling away.

Chris nods without saying a word as they pull apart, his brain processing her words as his eyes follow her now retreating figure.

       "I always knew you were too good for that academy." She calls out to him from the end of the hall. "You look really handsome, by the way!" Rina says over her shoulder with a wink.

With that said, she turned the corner to rejoin the Gala. 

       “OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO INTO YOU MAN! HOLY SHIT! It nearly brought tears to my eyes… "

A familiar voice screeches in his ear. Chan cringes and clutches his ear, reminded that he has no time to relish in this new information, but instead has to escape and get the next step of their plan ready to go.

       “Han! Quit screaming. Did you cut the cameras for the hallways?”

       “Shit, sorry hyung,” his volume adjusted slightly in Chan’s ear. “Cameras were looping the whole time. No one will know you guys were there.”

As Chan turns a corner he makes it to one of the back doors leading out to the garden. He rolls his shoulders back and straightens his jacket, a newfound confidence radiating off of him as he exits the building, walking away from the crowded and lively mansion and into the cruel and harsh reality of what awaits him and his team in the next phase of his plan.

        “Perfect. It’s time to get this show on the road boys.”

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Egotober 2023 Day 7: The Little Things

Summary: Ethan wants to be a hero, he wants it more than anything else in the world. And Silver is terrified when he won’t take no for an answer.

Prompt: Leaf/Leaves

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Ever since Ethan was little he could remember the heroes. They had a team in his own home city. When he was five his mom moved him and his brother into Egoton.

He saw Silver flying around and even doing aerial tricks. And as a young gymnast, Ethan thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

It was all he wanted, and now literally the only thing standing in his way was Silver himself. Someone who seemed to believe that Ethan should do anything but be a hero. And literally everyone in the Coalition seemed to be making Syndrome jokes, and that was only making Ethan want it even more.

Dark even seemed to be under the impression that not only was Ethan working with Silver, but was his kid or at least a younger brother. And anyone who saw Ethan, at least in costume, was to chase him out of the area. Or if Dark was in the area to bring the “child hero” to him.

On one particular slow Saturday, Ethan was wandering around town, trying to find things to do. He was crunching any leaves he could see on the ground, some gave what he was looking for, others were disappointed. He was minding his own business, trying to keep an eye out for Dark’s enforcers, when Silver flew in.

“Fuck off,” Ethan said, trying to sound bigger and tougher than he felt.

“Let’s talk,” Silver said. He was holding out a baggie. “Your mom mentioned you were allergic to peanuts, before you ask. It’s safe.”

That disarmed Ethan a bit, so he took the bag as Silver touched down on the ground.

“Talk about what?” Ethan asked, looking at the sandwich inside. It looked like a normal burger.

Silver canted his head to the side. “Somewhere a bit more private, we’re too close to Barnum Park.”

“Park’s a great place to talk,” Ethan said, pointing his thumb in that direction.

“Yeah, just not that park. C’mon, I’ll explain once we get to 5th Street Plaza.” Silver began leading the way, actually walking.

“Can’t you fly?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, but you can’t, and I could use the exercise,” Silver said and started walking.

Debating for a second, Ethan watched him go before following Silver down five blocks until they got to the plaza. The changing leaves following the whole walk.

Silver asked how school was going and when they got to the plaza Ethan had eaten half of his sandwich and it had yet to cause an allergic reaction.

Besides a free sandwich was a free sandwich.

Instead of sitting down on some random bench, Silver directed Ethan up three flights of stairs to a roof. On the top of the roof was a couple air conditioning units and two benches that were side by side and overlooking the plaza.

“Sometimes we come up here to talk and get a break during patrols.” Silver brushed off some leaves and sat down on one of the benches.

“Okay,” Ethan said and took a seat, sitting around some of the leaves as he eat the rest of his sandwich. “Nice view.”

“It is,” Silver agreed. “Barnum Park is owned by Dark, he’s got spies all over the place in there.”

“Oh,” Ethan said.

Silver nodded. “Yeah, anyways, Bing, Jackie, and I have been talking and you’re in if you want to be.”

“Yeah,” Silver said, a slight sigh in his voice. “Bing and Henrik got apprentices behind my back and it’s not fair that they got in and you don’t. Even if all three of you should get kicked.”

“When did that happen?” Ethan asked, excitement bubbling up inside of him.

“One of them happened a couple of days ago, and the Septics have been sitting on theirs for a couple weeks. They're both seventeen."

“This is awesome!” Ethan shouted.

Silver held up a finger. “Wait a minute, we’ve gotta set some ground rules, first.”

“Sure, whatever.” Ethan could help but grin.

“No, not whatever, you break the rules, you’re either off the team or suspended.”

Ethan sat back down, unable to stop his legs from bouncing.

“First, you don’t tell a soul. Your parents will know, but that’s it. I don’t care if you think you can trust your best friend with your life, they can’t know. Your grandparents, siblings, cousins, they can’t know. For any reason. You keep pretending like the only thing you want to do is be a superhero and I keep saying no. But don’t overdo it.”

“Okay.”

Silver stood up and pointed to his spot on the bench. “Sit here, it’s got a better view. Jackie always takes it first.”

Ethan quickly took the spot and Silver moved to the spot on the bench where Ethan had been.

“First thing’s first,” Silver said. “You picked a hero name yet?”

“Blank or Crank,” Ethan smiled at him.

“You picked one yet?” Silver asked.

“Blank,” Ethan said, “cause invisible.”

“How does it work?” Silver asked. “You use it often?”

“Sometimes,” Ethan said, which sounded like a lie and Mark wished that Ethan could see his face. “Anyways, I just concentrate and I turn completely invisible. It used to just be me, and my clothes wouldn’t go, but now I can do it with anything I’m wearing or holding.”

Silver leaned forward. “Really, anything you’re holding?”

“Well, the more things I hold the more I have to concentrate,” Ethan said. “Heavy stuff takes a while. And if someone taps me I tend to come out of it real easy.”

“Neat power, how long have you had it?” Silver asked.

“Maybe a year,” Ethan said. “I don’t know when it first started, and it took a while to figure out how to control it.”

“You’ll learn more, after we talk to your folks, you’ll be working directly under me, and we’ll make sure you know how to use those powers better. Just make sure you’re not stealing anything or peeking in the girl’s restroom okay?”

“Hey, I only have stolen one candy bar, I’ll have you know,” Ethan said.

“At least you’re honest,” Silver said, laughing a little. “We’ll get you a better outfit too. Can’t have you running around in sweatpants. And you’ll get to meet the other two apprentices: Logic and Stripes.”

“Awesome,” Ethan looked out over the plaza with a huge smile.

He was finally getting everything he wanted and he was so excited he could hardly stand it.

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