#i am fucking sick of the refusal to forgive

[baptismbaby]

✩ LIKE A DOG WITH A BIRD AT YOUR DOOR PT. 2

toxic!ellie x toxic! reader warnings: EVEN MORE ANGST. spontaneous smut but it's depressing honestly. super short because it's just a follow up. no one is happy song to listen to: waiting room by phoebe bridgers creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for ellie pic wc: 2.8k<3 part one

It’s been a week since you’ve broken up with Ellie. The first couple of days, she was calling and texting you but you ignored them. Dina sent a few to let you know she was there for you. You were slowly rotting away in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom. You haven’t showered since the day after. You were gonna go to your class but decided against it and haven’t shown up to any of them. You emailed your professor to let him know you “caught a bug” and if he could send you what he went over and the homework for it. You were finally caught up which meant you could sleep again. You had put Ellie’s t-shirt over a bear and would cuddle with it all day and night. 

You found yourself picking up your phone to see if Ellie texted you. You kept reading what she sent you: “I fucked up. Please talk to me. I just want to see your sweet face again. Please give me a chance to fix this.”

You felt stupid. You wanted to forgive her so bad, it was eating at you. You hated being away from her and you knew you’d love her no matter what. No one else could make you happy like she made you but you didn’t want to worry about her cheating again. You would go crazy.

As you read the texts over and over again, something told you to get out of bed and get yourself cleaned up. Take a walk, get fresh air, finally eat something so you don’t feel so sick all the time. You raised up and sat at the edge of your bed, fighting with yourself over what you should do. You counted down from five and stood up, your heavy feet carrying you to the bathroom. You discarded your clothes and turned the water on to cold. You stepped in, cursing under your breath and warming it up slightly. You started to feel slightly better as you shampooed your hair. You washed the grit off your body and stepped out, too lazy to use conditioner. You took out your hair dryer and stepped in front of the mirror, a sigh escaping your lips. You still looked dirty. You had dark circles and your eyes were red from crying. Your face even looked swollen. You have never looked this bad in your life. You were going insane without Ellie.

You shoved on some sweatpants, a hoodie and converse and made your way to the door. You stepped out and looked around, the hallway eerily quiet. Almost everyone was either in a class or out doing something with friends. You started to walk with no idea where you were going. The closest exit was to the left of you and yet you continued onto the opposite side. You slowed to a stop, your stomach aching as you turned to face a door. Ellie’s door.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you mumbled. You shrugged it off as muscle memory. You never went this way unless you were going to Ellie’s dorm. You sighed loudly, trying to internally convince yourself to leave. But your body refused to move. You felt stiff. You heard something fall in her room, making you jump. You were about to leave when the door opened. Ellie stood there, her mouth open and her eyes puffy. 

“It is you,” she whispered, her voice deep from exhaustion. 

You were frozen. You had no idea what to say. You didn’t even plan on seeing her and yet you couldn’t force yourself to go. She looked as awful as you did.

“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. Without hesitating, you walked inside and stood there. The clothes she took from your room looked as if Ellie threw them on the floor. Ellie walked past you and sat down on her bed, staring into space. You inched forward, slowly sitting down next to her but keeping a safe distance. It felt weird being in the same room as Ellie.

“So,” Ellie breathed. “How’ve you been?”

“Not good,” you uttered.

“Me neither.”

You started to bounce your knee. You were anxious, afraid to speak in case you broke down or started yelling at her. You definitely couldn’t handle an argument right now.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” you admitted.

“That’s fine.”

“I was going to take a walk outside.”

“That sounds nice.”

You glanced up at Ellie and made eye contact. You could tell she was mentally beating herself up. She looked so tired, hurt, guilty. 

“I took a shower today.”

Ellie tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “That’s good. I need one. It’s been two days.”

“I went a week without one.”

“Oh. You never skip a shower.”

“No, I don’t.”

This was too awkward. You needed to say something to break the ice. You felt since you were already here, you should talk to her about everything that happened.

“You haven’t spoken to Lila, right?”

Ellie shook her head. “Absolutely not. Dina got her kicked out.”

Before you could ask how, you suddenly remembered. Jesse was one of the resident assistants. You couldn’t wait to call Dina and thank her. You were scared you’d run into Lila somehow.

“I blocked her on everything and deleted her number. I even told her off,” she continued.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You inhaled deeply and shifted, trying not to let any tears fall when a question popped into your head that you were unsure if you wanted the answer to.

“Can you tell me why?” you asked.

Ellie sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’m not sure if I know. It was a mistake.”

“But you do know, Ellie. I’m not stupid. I know you like the back of my hand. You can be irrational sometimes but you never do anything unless you’ve thought it through. Be honest because there’s not gonna be another chance of us talking about this.”

“Why can’t you accept that this was one of those irrational moments then?”

“Because that’s not enough!” you shouted. You groaned and rubbed your temples, trying hard to calm down. But it wasn’t working. Before you knew it, the tears started to fall and they wouldn’t stop.

“I-I need to understand why,” you sobbed. “I don’t understand and I want to. You’re all I-I’ve ever known and I don’t want to start over with someone else. I can’t, Ellie! There will never be someone else, it’ll always be you! It’s always been you. But I don’t know how to forgive you so I can move past this. I-I can’t unless you tell me, Ellie.”

“I-I think it’s because… you’re all I’ve ever known too. And I was jealous of my friends who got to experiment. I didn’t plan on acting on it when Lila made a move on me but I kept thinking it was my chance. And I hated it. I regret it so much.”

Her answer felt like a punch to your gut. You were hoping she’d say something different instead of what you thought it would be. You haven’t been taking care of yourself as punishment. You blamed yourself. Did she get bored?

“I-I did everything I could to show my love to you, Ellie. Why? Was it not enough?”

Ellie stood up and began to pace around the room, hiding her face behind her hands as her shoulders shook. She uncovered her mouth to speak. “You’ve always been enough for me.”

“But I wasn’t giving you what you wanted?”

“Please,” she begged. She kneeled down in front of you but you avoided her gaze. “You gave me everything and more. I was stupid. I-I told you, why can’t we move past this?”

“I can’t stop thinking about how you looked at her in that video she sent me. You looked so… I don’t know. Not in love but happy. I think that’s worse than the act itself. You weren’t sorry until you were caught. I think it would’ve lasted a lot longer had I not walked in on you two.”

“Believe me when I say I was going to tell you. I meant everything I said last time.”

She reached out to grab your face but you pushed her hands away, Ellie fighting back hard to get a grip on your head to force you to look at her.

“Listen to me,” she pleaded. “I love you. I will give you my password to my phone. I will text you every minute of the day to update you. I will do anything to prove I’m not doing anything and that I will never do anything again!”

You wept harder, your tears falling down and landing in your lap. “I-I want to believe you so badly.”

“Try. Just try.”

She leaned forward and kissed you. You reciprocated and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in to deepen the kiss. You had no idea what you were doing yet you couldn’t stop. You missed the taste of her lips so much. 

Ellie pushed you back gently and crawled on top of you.

“Ellie,” you whimpered. “I’m so mad at you.”

“I know, baby.”

She pressed her lips gently along your jawline. She tugged the neckline of your sweater down to kiss all over your chest. You lifted it up over your head and threw it down on the floor. Ellie did the same to herself and pressed her body against yours. You held her close as she licked your collarbone all the way up to your ear. “I missed you.”

You couldn’t get the tears to stop flowing as her hands pushed your sweatpants down. You wanted this so bad but it was killing you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to leave if you went through with this. Ellie took her boxers off and dropped them onto the ground. She hovered over you, her eyes dancing along every inch of your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ellie said in a low voice. She kissed you again, more passionately than before. You shoved her down on the bed next to you and threw your leg over her waist, holsting yourself up so you were now on top of her. You lifted her thigh over yours and pressed your pussy to hers. Ellie moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The two of you grinded against each other, filling the room with obscene noises. The image of Ellie kissing Lila flashed before your eyes, making you whine as you cried harder. You couldn’t help but to think just how sad the whole situation was. It was strange having sex with Ellie. The two of you always had a connection yet you felt closer to her than you did before. Neither of you could stop crying. Somehow it made everything more intimate.

Ellie lifted you up and flipped you over onto the bed. She stared deeply into your eyes, her chest red and rising up quickly with every breath she took. She stuck two fingers inside of you and watched your body react to the feeling.

“Pretty girl,” Ellie cooed softly. 

As she fucked you gently with her fingers, you reached up and dug your nails into her skin. You dragged them down along her arms, deep enough for it to draw a little blood. It was a way of getting her back for what she did to you. Ellie didn’t mind it though. She threw her head back and moaned when you did it again. 

Ellie slid a third finger in and curled them upwards, hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed more.

“Ellie,” you whispered. “I-I need something else.”

Ellie pulled her fingers out and quickly got off the bed to get the box that was slid underneath it. She opened it and pulled out a dildo and a harness, putting it together as fast as she could and sliding into it. She got back on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“I love you so much,” she said softly.

“I love you, Ellie.”

She wrapped her arms around you before thrusting into you. Your mouth fell open, letting out a gasp. You gripped onto Ellie’s shoulders as her hips rolled, her pace slow and steady.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now,” Ellie mumbled.

“Sh, Ellie. I-I just want to feel you right now.”

Ellie knew why you didn’t want her to speak but felt hurt by your choice of words anyway. Even while doing this, you still didn’t believe her.

“You’re my girl,” Ellie continued. “You’ll always be my girl.”

Ellie shut her eyes and pulled out of you, lying down next to you and placing a hand on your waist. You stayed silent as a tear rolled down Ellie’s cheek. She tugged the harness down her legs and threw it back into the box, muttering something about how she’d clean it later before laying back down. She brushed your hair out of your face and gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know… it was a bit much. It was a lot for me too. Maybe I shouldn’t have started anything.”

“Don’t,” said Ellie. “I don’t regret it at all. It was nice.”

You adjusted on the bed so that you were facing Ellie on your side. The light from the window made it seem like she was glowing. Her green eyes looked brighter than usual. 

“Can you tell me what I can do to fix this?” 

“I don’t know if there’s anything that can be done to fix it right now,” you responded.

Ellie sighed. “Is there anything I can do for you right now, then?”

“Hold me.”

You raised up and rested your head on Ellie’s shoulder, her cheek pressed against your hair and her fingers drawing circles on your arm. The warmth of her body nearly lulled you to sleep but you tried to stay awake. You would never leave if you woke up in her arms.

“This is over, isn’t it?” inquired Ellie.

“Yeah…”

The both of you started bawling at the same time, holding each other closer to comfort one another. Although it killed you, this was the closure you needed to be able to work on yourself and get over it. 

“I think I need time to figure things out. We both do. And once we’ve had some time apart, maybe we could try being together again. But not anytime soon.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Ellie muttered with a sniffle.

“Good.”

The both of you laid there, soaking each other up for the last time before you had to go. You wanted to say something but felt everything that needed to be said was said already. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” said Ellie, breaking the silence.

“I know. Me too.”

“Maybe you don’t have to.”

“I have to, Els.”

Ellie held you tighter, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply to take in your scent.

“I think I should leave now,” you said. You pulled away from her, getting choked up from the loss of touch. You wanted to lay back down again, take everything back and try again now but knew that time apart is what the both of you needed. Ellie needed time to reflect as did you. You knew it would be difficult but it would be worth it in the end.

Ellie helped you get dressed and got dressed herself. The two of you stood there awkwardly, just waiting for the other to speak. You held your arms out in hopes she would hug you. She smiled and scooped you up, holding you tightly against her chest. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Els. I’ll see you around.”

Ellie set you down and grabbed your hand. She led you to the door and opened it for you. You slowly slipped out of her grip, turning back to get another look before going back to your dorm. Ellie leaned against the frame, her eyes glistening as she tried hard not to break down. You made it to the door and looked back to see Ellie was peeking out of hers to watch you go inside. You smiled and chuckled softly.

“I made it safely,” you called out.

“I know. Just had to make sure.”

This was something the two of you have been doing since y’all started college. Usually once you got inside, Ellie would text you something stupid. You wondered if she would as you turned the knob and shut the door behind you. Before you could start to process everything that happened, your phone beeped. You began to cry and laugh as you read the text Ellie sent.

Making sure you didn’t fall on your way to the bed

I stumbled a little but made it just fine

Good. I love you. See you whenever.

I love you too.

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[afewproblems]

'Harring' flashes on the caller ID again, illuminated in bright green on the handheld phone in their kitchen.

It's the third time they've called today and Steve is anxious.

He hasn't heard from his parents in the last six years since he cut off all contact with them, so to see their name come up so many times all in the span of an afternoon is...well it's worrisome to say the least.

"Are you going to pick up," Eddie says as he comes up behind Steve, he drapes himself over his lovers back and nuzzles into his ear.

Steve smiles tightly and breathes out, "I don't know".

He turns in Eddie's arms to face him and brings his own arms around Eddie's lower back, holding him loosely.

"It's weird, right?" Steve says softly, "what do they want?" He slides his nose up and down Eddie's own before tipping his face up to his the tip of it.

Eddie hums, "well you won't know unless you answer love," he answers Steve's kiss with one of his own, soft against his lips, "if they call again, maybe pick up?"

Steve nods and flinches as the ringer starts up again behind them.

He breathes in deeply through his nose and out slowly through his mouth, Eddie brings up a hand to cup Steve's jaw and slides his thumb over his cheekbone.

"You got this," Eddie whispers, "if they say something shitty, just hang up, fuck em".

Steve nods and whirls around to snatch the phone off the console, he bites his lip for just a moment before saying a quiet, "Hello?"

"Steven?" A soft voice cracks wetly over the speaker and a sudden chill spreads over Steve's back.

"Mom?"

"Steven, honey," Diane Harrington says softly in a tone he's never heard before, "I need you to come home".

Steve turns around, Eddie is leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, Steve feels his face contort with confusion which Eddie answers with a tilt of his head, "what? Mom, no--"

"Steven honey, this is important--"

"No offense," Steve intejects harshly, he's gripping the phone so hard the plastic creaks under his fingers. Eddie's concerned gaze has him releasing the phone from his death grip in a matter of seconds, but it's hard. He's right back there, nineteen years old again, in a screaming match with his dad in the living room, a red handprint blooms over his jaw as he tells Robert Harrington to, 'go fuck himself,' one last time.

"But, you don't get to do this, it's been years mom so forgive me if--"

"Steven, I'm, I'm sick".

Steve stops, his mouth opens and closes as his mother chokes on a broken sob, it comes through tinny and harsh over the speaker.

She tells him of the diagnosis, some form of leukemia, how it's spread much more rapidly than the doctors anticipated, how she refused treatment.

"I'm not going to spend the rest of my time in a hospital with no hair in one of those godawful hospital beds if I can help it Steven".

They talk for awhile, or really Mrs. Harrington talks for another half hour while Steve stands there silently with the phone in his hands. He nods every now and again but the movements are stiff, Eddie paces around the living room, stopping in front of Steve's eyeline every now and again.

"Okay," Steve finally says, his voice cracks just slightly enough to make Eddie cross the living room towards him.

"Mom...I don't know what you expect me to do?"

"Baby?" Eddie whispers, he stands just off to the side trying to catch Steve's eye.

"No, no--no! Mom, I thought I stopped being a Harrington a long time ago, right?" Steve snarls into the receiver, "you had so many opportunities to tell Dad he was wrong but you just sat there, what else am I supposed to think except that you agree with him?"

"Baby, just hang up--"

"Mom, Ma' you have to stop, I'm not coming back, I'm so-".

His mouth snaps shut and a deep flush begins to rise up his neck and over his cheeks, his eyes glassy.

"I'm sorry you're sick, but I'm not coming back, Goodluck".

Steve removes the phone from his ear, little snippets of words and crying trickle through over the speaker as Steve places the handset back on the dock.

"Baby," Eddie tries again, he reaches out tentatively, slowly letting his hands smooth over Steve's arms at the shoulder.

Steve shakes his head, his jaw clenched as his face crumples, he lets Eddie pull him into his chest and tucks his head into the juncture of Eddie's neck and shoulder.

Steve feels Eddie bring them slowly to the floor as he tries to slow down his breathing.

"I'm so sorry baby," Eddie whispers, pillowing his check onto Steve's head, he nuzzles the fluffy hair just once and squeezes Steve tighter.

"I don't, I just, where was this when she was healthy, it's..." Steve takes a deep breath, "why now, and she's not even sorry --neither of them are," he whispers into Eddies collarbone.

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, he stays quiet, listening to Steve's breathing stop and start.

"I don't want her to be sick, but I just," he sniffles, "it's not fair, I'm so angry with her, with them both --its like they get a pass for being so shitty for so long--"

"No, no they don't, not if you don't want to," Eddie says, the words are soft but the tone firm, "you don't have to give them anything you don't want to".

"But--"

"Steve," Eddie pulls back just enough for Steve to raise his head, he lifts his hand to cup Steve's cheek, "it doesn't make you a bad person to not want to see her, to see them".

Steve starts to shake his head but Eddie's hand remains steady on his cheek.

"Do you want to see her?" He asks after a beat.

"I, I don't know," Steve pulls his lower lip into his mouth and chews the corner of it until he tastes copper, "I don't..."

Eddie tilts his head and sweeps his thumb across Steve's cheek in encouragement.

"I don't want my mom to die, I want her to want to fucking fight for herself, for me --she's just giving up again, she's just deciding to quit without even trying to be my mom," he chokes out, his voice breaks as tears finally spill down his cheeks.

"I'm not, I'm not explaining it right," Steve bites out, raising his hands to grind harshly into his eyes, "I don't want to forgive her, but I, I think I would if she would just try, I don't know what to do," he trails off as his voice wobbles and wanes, he breathes out harshly and lowers his face back into Eddies neck.

"Okay," Eddie whispers into Steve's hair as he brings Steve closer, bundling him up in his arms, "you don't have to know what to do or how to feel, especially not right now".

Eddie squeezes Steve once more before shifting to his knees to stand. He hoists Steve to his feet and leads him to the kitchen before depositing him in a kitchen table chair.

Eddie busies himself at the stove, moving the half full kettle from the far burner to the largest left coils, he flicks the element on and lowers the whistle back to alert him when the water boils.

"Did I ever tell you how I handled my mom's funeral?" Eddie asks, banishing the quiet from the room and almost startling Steve.

"I yelled at the casket," Eddie says with an air of non-chalance that does not match the words. He grabs two mugs from the cupboard before grabbing a box of tea from the pantry. He leaves the prepped cups on the counter before turning back around to face Steve.

"It was open, shouldn'ta' been," he continues with a shake of his head, "rural town, mortician wasn't used to working on overdoses so, they couldn't quite cover up the purple".

Steve reaches for Eddie's hands as he comes back to the table, in three slow strides. He smiles but a long sigh escapes Eddie as he sits in the chair next to Steve.

"I was thirteen, and I was so, so mad at her for leaving me," Eddie murmurs, "I couldn't help it, Uncle Wayne had to take me home before it was even over".

Eddie raises his head to meet Steve's eyes, "I felt like shit after though, probably cried all night once we got home".

"Im going to tell you what Wayne told me," Eddie says softly, he scoots to the edge of his seat, until his knees are brushing Steve's own.

"When you lose someone that made your life hard, you grieve more than just that person, you also grieve all that lost potential, everything you didn't have with that person," Eddie squeezes Steves hands once more before gently letting them go. He stands up as the kettle begins to squeal from the stove.

"Everything they never gave you and the possibility that they could change, it's like--like that physics guy," Eddie laughs, waving his hands at Steve's confused expression, "you know the one with the cat?"

Steve shakes his head, a small watery smile begins to bloom over his face as Eddie continues to make their tea and explain.

"You'll never know if they could have been better to you because they died, so they both are and aren't a good parent simultaneously," Eddie says, linking his fingers together, "shit, I bet Dustin could explain this better".

He walks their filled mugs over to the table and takes his seat again

"I dunno about that Eds," Steve mumbles as he wipes his eyes, "when did you get so wise?"

"'All Wayne sweetheart," Eddie hums with a soft grin that pulls at the corners of his eyes, he reaches out to wipe a stray tear from Steve's cheek, "don't tell him though, he doesn't need the ego boost".

Steve barks out a laugh, before Eddie pulls him into another tight hug, "so, you don't have to know how you feel right now, okay?"

"Okay".

Steve isn't sure how long they stay like that, but by the time Eddie let's go, their tea has gone cold.

#thank you fic #some angst #but also comfort #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steve harrington has bad parents #cw cancer #cw overdose #we love a protective and wise uncle wayne in this house #eddie also gives good advice but thinks hes bad at it #steve whump #thank you for the 500 follows everyone #angst as a thank you fic? its more likely thank you think

[klausysworld]

Hoping to get a little ask in…

Klaus and YN were in a f**k buddies, YN gets pregnant and is upset when Klaus is an ass about it. But YN is heartbroken when she walks into Klaus room to find him painting and a naked (covered in bed sheet) Cami.

Thanks so much

A life i do not deserve

Part 2

It hadn’t exactly been in mind to get pregnant when i slept with Klaus. He’s a vampire he isn’t meant to be able to have children. But apparently being only half hybrid has its extra ‘perks’. We’ve had a ‘friends with benefits’ kinda situation going on for a a while before i fell pregnant and i hate to admit it but i was gaining feeling but i could have sworn he was too, there was certain gentleness he would have sometimes, a specific look in his eye you know?

Then witches took me and we found out i was pregnant…with his kid. I won’t lie i wasn’t exactly over the moon, i was terrified and sick to my stomach with nerves. When Klaus found out i, for some reason, thought he might have said something, anything reassuring. Yeah, no. He flipped out, i was a liar, a slut that would sleep with anyone who was desperate enough to have me and i probably couldn’t even remember the fathers name. I don’t think i’ve ever cried harder, in front of Klaus, his brother and a witch, the overwhelming combination of the news and then the person i had finally come to actually understand telling me how disgusting and worthless i am to him just pushed me over the edge.

He left me and our child for dead before eventually returning. By the time he came to bring me home i was in an emotionless state. I refused to speak to him and wouldn’t let him touch me.

Over the next few months he had apologised many times and i decided it was best to move on from the issue, we were going to be parents after all. Plus the small fact that i did still long for him and everything in my heart screamed to forgive him. i knew he was struggling with the adjustment to his life as well, he just went for anger instead of distress.

Besides over that time we’ve had many sweet moments, he could be very kind when he wanted to be. I still hoped that he may see me as more one day. He would give my head a soft kiss and rub my bump in a loving manner. We were going to be a family.

I thought we could be a happy family…

But then he had to fuck his therapist.

I had just got back to our home, my bump was much bigger now as i was nearly 7 months pregnant. I had gone out to collect the decorations Klaus had picked for our baby’s new room, he had insisted we get it ready asap and i couldn’t argue. We designed and got it set up over the past few weeks.

I had just made a few extra adjustments to the baby room before going to Klaus’s room but he wasn’t in there. What was however was a bra and panties set. They were definitely not mine. I could feel my heart breaking as my breath caught in my throat and i opened his art room door.

I’m almost certain he could actually hear my heart shatter as i took in the scene before me. Camille. The blonde psychologist was completely naked on his art sofa, a sofa that they had spent time on in the past. Another girl was sprawled out with her tits on full display, a scrap of a bedsheet covering her most private area. And Klaus he was painting her. He only painted people when he had taken an interest, he told me that when he painted me. Everything he had shared with me was a game. The pregnancy ruined his game.

I took a step back and immediately he was stood in front of me, i could feel the tears streaming down my face, my chest aching as my mind yelled at me to leave. I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying, though i could see the panic in his eyes as he hands came to hold my arms. The second he touched me i let out a sob, my head shaking and my feet carrying me out the compound as fast as possible.

“y/n! stop running, love please!” he was grabbing me again, hands that had been all over another woman’s body, possibly inside another woman’s body. I was gonna be sick.

“get off me right now or i swear i will leave and never come back, you don’t even want this child and it’s clear you don’t want me so i don’t know why you’re bothering in trying to convince me otherwise” my voice was shaky and pain was obvious as i spoke.

“that wasn’t anything, she’s nobody, you’re carrying our baby, our baby that i love, you know that i love our child, you mean so much to m-“

“you’re such a fucking liar Klaus! This entire time i was afraid you still thought i was a stupid whore but it turns out I’ve been living with one this whole time while lugging around his kid, a kid you wanted to leave for dead, i forgave you and you said that we could be a family” my heart was basically on the floor at this point

“i can’t live here anymore. i’m leaving, i don’t know where i’m going but i’m not staying with you, you keep your filthy hands off of me and you stay away from my child. Do as you please, when you please but do not expect me to come crawling back to you, begging at your feet for a life that i do not deserve”

i practically ran to my car, the car that he had bought me, and drove to a hotel, i would sleep this off and think of a clear plan when i was in a better headspace

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[arashi-no-saxlphone]

whats your opinion on asuka r kreutz

Buddy. Oh man. Either you know me and went on anon to enable me (in which case, thank you) or you're newer here and haven't seen me cry about Guilty Gear's saddest wettest cat yet.

I fucking adore Asuka R Kreutz. I think he's one of the most tragic and complex characters in Guilty Gear. I was gonna put "Well-written" too buuuut... it's hard to track down clear answers for some of the stuff that covers his time with Freddy and Aria as scientists and so I generally extrapolate what feasibly happened to the best of my ability based on what we have. (I am by no means a full-on expert, but I know enough to tell you this man does not deserve all the flack he gets).

In general, I find Asuka to be an immensely tragic and complicated man who at his core, just didn't want things to change and didn't want to lose his only and most dear friends in the whole world. Every single thing he has ever done was fueled by one of two things - his curiosity (which you can consider a flaw, as it often by his own account causes him to neglect right and wrong) or his deep love for Frederick and Aria (I find this to be his driving force for most of his actions in the story of Guilty Gear, right up until shit becomes so absolutely fucked that he has to spend most of his time trying to fix everything that goes wrong and banking on Sol to come through for him as a warrior). Asuka is the embodiment of the phrase "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" and that's probably why in lore he's labelled as "The Devil" in addition to "The Gearmaker."

When Aria gets sick, he suggests putting her in cryosleep until they can cure her disease. She refuses because she doesn't want to miss out on her time with Frederick. "Ok," he says, "well I can do something about that so please agree." And she agrees. And Asuka makes Sol a Gear and fucking immortal without telling him. Then all that crazy bullshit that kickstarts the crusades happens and Sol has to kill Aria because Asuka made her into Justice. This part is fucked up. It's a major fuckup on Asuka's part. In a drama CD, it's highlighted how important Aria's humanity and personhood is to her, and Asuka takes that away when he turns her into Justice. "What's the justification then?"

When Asuka found out that the government was going use their research to create gears as weapons and use them for war, he did EVERYTHING he could to try and stop that. Asuka isn't stupid - he's smart. He's a scientific genius. He could've easily taken the sleeping Frederick and Aria and fucked off, but he wanted to right a wrong. And it just... didn't work. He turned Aria into Justice, and though I think he probably intended to turn her back (after all, we see him demonstrate the ability to undo what he did to Sol at the end of strive) he never got the chance. Because the Universal Will overloads her and Justice just starts the Crusades.

In Overture's story, Asuka makes it clear to Sol that he needs him to be a warrior in order to be prepared for more horrors to come. Asuka realizes after the crusades that he can't fix it alone - everything he's done to solve a problem has so far ended up with him making things worse. Sol hates him. He knows Sol hates him. You know what's fucked up though?

He wants Sol to hate him. He feels like he deserves it.

I feel the need to point out that the crusades last over a century - Sol is immortal because of the gear cells and flame of corruption, but Asuka was just a normal guy - why/how is he here? Asuka created a synthetic body for himself that would not age, and transferred his consciousness into it so that he would not change. So that no matter what, Sol would recognize him. Knowing Sol wouldn't forgive him, knowing that he would always be able to find him, he didn't care - he never ever wanted to lose Sol.

Asuka clearly cares about people. He realizes the consequences of his actions, and he's clearly capable of feeling guilt over them. Look at what he does while working with I-No and Raven: He builds the Jack-O unit in the hopes that he can bring Aria back. He builds the Happy Chaos unit in the hope that he can help I-No regain her full self without going insane. He's Raven's only friend, a man who has been cast aside countless times and used for his powers. Those aren't the actions of a selfish or wholly callous man. If he was callous, he wouldn't try so hard to make SURE he could never escape Sol's anger by making himself permanently recognizable.

"Well maybe he just selfishly didn't want to let go of Sol." This is a legitimately fair point. However, let's recall what happens in the strive story: Asuka offers Frederick a choice between letting him remove the gear cells and flame of corruption from him, or letting Sol kill him.

I need you to look me in the eyes when I tell you I can't handle this part. I can't. Well over a century of fuckups and shit going wrong while Asuka desperately tries to make a million things right that weren't even entirely his fault to begin with - he didn't want to make Gears as weapons, hell he didn't even want to be a scientist! He laments about not having any control over his life and certain decisions. In all of that though, he fucking loves his friends Frederick and Aria. Now one of them's dead because of him, and the other one hates him, and after over 100 years of planning and thinking and work-

Asuka R Kruetz has no idea how to look Frederick Bulsara in the eye and tell him he's sorry. He only knows how to fix it, and also how to offer Sol a chance to feel better about it - I think he truly believes that after everything, if Sol killing him will make Sol feel better, that that's what he should let happen. I'm so fucking ill. Asuka thinks the fucking WORLD of Frederick - listen to this bit of his Strive theme, "The Gravity:"

"As the universe turned black / did the sun ever defy fate? / beyond it all do you recognize me?"

In case you aren't familiar with how Sol Badguy got his name, the government gave him the codename "Badguy" while he was running around wrecking gear compounds. "Sol" is a name given to him by Slayer, because he "shone brightly like the sun."

Now look at that snippet from Asuka's theme again - that line about the sun defying fate? That's about Sol. That's about how much he loves and values Sol, someones he repsect and looks up to, and the only person he had left to count on to fix the world that he feels like he fucked up.

As we know, Sol chooses to let Asuka just un-gear him, but after that Asuka just... leaves. He goes to the moon with the tome of origin to protect it from falling into the wrong hands. Do you know how fucking badly it fucks me up, that after everything, Asuka just ends up alone? He spent over a century trying to fix the world, nothing he did worked, and when it finally did everything was different. Everything. Aria is gone, Frederick is happier but not in his life anymore, and Asuka is alone. Everything he ever did started with his love for Frederick and Aria, and at the end of it all he's alone. And he feels guilty.

His Strive arcade Story rips me to fucking pieces - Asuka clones himself and when he does, the clone Asuka R # mentions specifically that Asuka made him "Chattier." He mentions that Asuka "Doesn't like himself." I read that as Asuka making an idealized version of himself - a self that wouldn't fuck up, a self that wouldn't be hated, but also

A self that would carry on his work.

This is where it gets heavy, but I personally believe Asuka intended to kill himself initially. He has no idea how to say sorry to Frederick, no idea how to atone, and no idea how to exist in a world that so far, he feels he has only ever fucked up in. Another snippet from his theme: "does existence have meaning? / the reality or the truth, the reality of the truth / what fact should we accept? / The reality or the truth? reality" He's trying to figure out if he can still live, if even if he wants to live, does he even deserve to? Have the right to? How can he atone?

The clone states, though it dances around it, that it's worried for Asuka - worried that he's hoping he'll lose the fight, hoping he'll die. But two of the possible outcomes (as strive arcade mode dialogue tends vary based on performance) are listed below:

In both of these conversations, the clone cites a desire to exist - which to the clone, since it is also Asuka in way, means that the original Asuka wants to exist too - and therefore that he can, and is trying to figure out how to.

I think Asuka, like a lot of Gear characters, is about trying to find a place in the world - even if the whole world feels like it's not built for you. All Asuka has ever done is tried - and failed. But he's still here. He DID manage to unfuck everything, and he did it because he DID still have Sol. Another bit of insight his clone dumps on him:

that bit there: "I know you can't affirm yourself. But at least tell me you’ll keep walking. Even if you lose your way. As long as one person out there cares about you… It’s worth it just to try to keep them happy." This is a common theme in Gear: relationships, both romantic and platonic, saving people; connections to others giving people a reason to go on or to see a new perspective that makes life worth living. Jack-O found Sol, who treated her like her own person and made her realize she was more than just a replacement for Aria. Dizzy found Ky and vice versa, changing Ky's perspective on Gears and having Dizzy realize she could be happy even in a world that treated her like a monster. Here on the moon, creating Asuka R# to talk to, Asuka is trying his very best to see and understand the world through Frederick's eyes - a world that Frederick saw as worth fighting for:

Asuka is a character who hasn't found his way yet, but all that matters is that he keeps looking.

Uh so to answer your question, I love Asuka R Kreutz - maybe you can tell by the fact that I dumped an absolute trainwreck mess on you after one small ask. Sorry! I apologize about this being a little all over the place and not having as much cohesion as I would've liked but this character is very dense and complicated and I did this kinda quickly so I had to sort through a bunch of weird feelings as I typed - I hope you found at least some of it interesting.

Thank you for the ask!

Ah, and a big fat huuuuuuuuge thank you to the stellar and amazing new Gear wiki, which is where I pulled those screenshots of his arcade mode script from! It's really a wonder how fast the wiki was put together and just what a fantastic resource it is for stuff like this; it saved me having to watch a video or, god forbid, try and do Asuka's arcade mode myself. Below is a link to the wiki page I pulled Asuka's stuff from - please check it out cause I didn't even come close to covering the full depth of what's talked about in his Arcade mode story and also because the wiki is glorious and deserves love:

#sairambles #guilty gear #ggst #asuka r kreutz #ask #as an aside this is a very autism-coded character to me #the “being uncomfortable in the world” #“not understanding the emotions of others” #really resonant with how I've heard people describe the experience #I think this is a very relatable character when it comes to those feelings of being out of place #or not fitting in the world #I think about this guy all the time and feel SUPER bad for him #I think he'll probably get more development later in the series #which I am excited for #but he's very interesting to me I like him very much #I'd play him in Strive if he wasn't so difficult LOL #sol badguy #aria hale #cw suicide #cw depression #long post

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A question of morals

Villain had refused to discuss anything over the phone. It would be a long conversation, and they were on the run. So where could they go? Medic didn’t know either, but then they had an idea. The box of favors was still open in front of them. “I could ask Supervillain,” Medic suggested.

“You could ask Supervillain?”

“Well, they still owe me a favor. They should be able to keep you safe for a while at least.”

“Text me the time and the place and I will be there.”

They met in a small, private coffee shop. Villain looked rough. They had lost weight, dark circles under their eyes and they were checking their surroundings at every turn. Still they put on a charming smile as they greeted Medic.

“So, how have things been?” Villain asked.

“Like always. I assume you had it a bit rough?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” One look at Villain was enough to call out that lie, but Medic didn’t.

“So what happened?”

“First I have a few questions, and your answers will determine how much I tell you. Do the ends justify the means?”

“I don’t know? It depends, I think.”

“It was a yes or no question. Do the ends justify the means?” It would be easy to lie, to try and tell Villain whatever they wanted to hear, but that wasn’t Medics style. And anyway, Villain had the sort of heated stare that let Medic know that if they lied now Villain would never forgive them.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because… you never know. You might be wrong. You could have misunderstood something or simply not known, and then you would have hurt people for no reason at all. Doing the small, kind thing, even if it doesn’t help your goals, is still a good deed. You are still helping somebody. If you just go around doing anything to reach some goal, some you might not even ever reach, you could easily end up causing more harm.”

“That’s truly what you believe?”

“It’s.. it’s as close as I can get when answering a very complicated question on the spot. Give me an hour, a day, a year and you might get something totally different.”

“I might not have that long, so let’s work with what we have.” Villain certainly tried to sound casual, but the way they avoided Medics eyes was telling.

“Villain…”

“You wanted answers, didn’t you? When was the last time you went into the basement of the hero-center?”

“I don’t think I ever did. There’s nothing for me to do down there.”

“Maybe not any more, but when I visited…” Villains voice broke and Medic found themself reaching out. Villain flinched. Medics hand was hanging in the air. “You remember the night I came by, right? Just imagine that, just with you to patch anybody up. And then imagine it again, and again, and again, until you feel sick. If you feel sick you probably got it right. Imagine that, and imagine that in the very basement of your oh so great employer, and imagine seeing that, and barely escaping, and now being most wanted on every list because for the first time in your life you just wanted to fucking help.” By the end, Villain was crying.

“Villain…”

“That’s what you wanted to know. That’s what happened, that’s who- the very people you are working for are the ones that did this, and right under your nose.” There was a short break where Villain took a sip of their coffee. “I’m sorry,” they said more quietly. “You didn’t know, it’s not your fault.”

“I know now,” Medic said. “Have you told anybody else?”

“I tried, but turns out there are far more people willing to listen to them than to me. I… I was afraid you would be like them.”

“And still you told me.”

“I’m getting kind of sick of being alone. Anyway, who knows how long I will manage to stay alive for. Did you know that there is a betting pool now? They give me about a week before somebody manages to kill me.”

“No. No, I’m going to fix this, I-”

“What are you going to do? You’re just… no offense, Medic, but you are just you. You’re not even a hero.”

“You are right, I am not a hero.” Medic looked up to Supervillains Assistant, who was sitting a few tables away from them, keeping a lookout. “But I am owed a few favors.”

“That would have to be a lot of favors to do anything.”

“I can’t promise much, but… but I am not going to let you die.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that is your decision to make.”

“I guess we will find out. I should get going now.” Medic had already gotten up, when Villains voice echoed behind them.

“It was nice, seeing you one last time.”

“If you are still alive at the end of the week, would you want to meet again?”

“If I am still alive in one week I will marry you on the spot.” Medic turned around at that, and tried to copy Villains dashing smile.

“Carefull, I might take you up on that.”

#heroes and villains #heroxvillain #villain #snippet

[ckret2]

So I am currently not up to date with the story of bill Goldilocks cipher, though if there isn't a chapter about this I want to know:

What would happen if bill (goldi) were to ever get sick, like a common cold, or soar throat? Who would treat it (most likely mable) and how would bill respond to it.

P.s.: is unlikely but if it already happen don't do it if you don't want to, cause as I said I am not up to date.

I answered an ask about him being sick, and mentioned how he handles nausea in another:

He weaponizes it to infect the humans he doesn't like. He refuses to rest or slow down unless he physically can't go on and collapses. He's up again as soon as possible. If it's something as piddling as a mere cold or sore throat, he'll power through it and refuse any treatment but medicine he can give himself.

His food poisoning in chapter 18 shows about as much help as he'd willingly accept while sick: the person he trusts most in all the world is permitted to stay outside the room and cover up the sound of him being sick.

Bill has very very little autonomy left to him. He needs to ask permission to eat. Being sick steals even more of his autonomy: when he has so little control over his situation, now he doesn't even have control over his own body. When he's lost everything else, the last thing he still has clutched in his hands is the tattered remains of his dignity. Don't you fucking dare take that away from him.

Taking care of him means treating him like he needs to be taken care of. Helping him means treating him like he's helpless. He'll fight viciously against anyone trying to care for him while he's unwell. He'll say anything he can to drive them away, and if that doesn't work, he will literally physically attack them. He'll only stop attacking them when he's become too weak to fight.

And then, sure, once he's completely powerless, you could take care of him then. He wouldn't be able to resist. But how dare you. He'd never forgive you for exploiting his vulnerability.

If he trusts somebody a LOT more than he trusts anyone now, he might possibly ask for help. But—he—has—to—ask. And he'd only ask someone when he can feel like a boss giving an order to an underling or an equal asking a favor of an equal. He'd never ask if he feels like he's begging someone more powerful than him for help. What he'd ask for is most likely the tools to let him take care of himself (and then leave him alone so he can do that), or a diversion to distract attention from how unwell he is. Things that let him maintain his dignity. If they've tried to badger him into accepting help before he was ready, then he'll never ask.

There is no tender sickfic with Bill. Illness will not soften him. It is not an opportunity to show kindness that would otherwise be refused. It will not strengthen relationships or build trust. He's never more defensive or liable to lash out than when he's unwell.

#ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME DUA LIPA / DUA LIPA

in the beginning, god created heaven and earth.

your body is the one paradise that i wanna fly to every day and every night.

i've been sick and tired of running.

these late nights don't mean nothing.

i just wanna apologize.

i need your love.

i need your touch.

this is getting serious.

tell me that it's not the end of us.

how can we go back to the beginning?

without you, i've got no air to breathe.

we can start all over again.

my deep intuition tells me that i'm doing you wrong.

just say you forgive me and don't let me go.

my will keeps bending and breaking.

i wanna die in your love all night.

one taste and i'm hooked on it.

i'm addicted to your light.

he calls me the devil.

i make him want to sin.

it's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb.

we're hot like hell.

am i the answer to your prayers?

not finished with you yet.

you're not fooling anyone.

come back to me, we can work this out.

i won't let you down and run.

there is nothing i wouldn't do for you.

you got inside my head.

you have got me wrong.

i don't need your love.

i already cried enough.

you say you're sorry, but it's too late now.

i don't give a fuck.

play the victim and switch your position.

i see you begging on your knees.

you're all in the past.

you talk that sweet talk, but i ain't coming back.

you can't tame me.

if you don't like the way i talk, then why am i on your mind?

if we don't fuck this whole thing up, i can blow your mind.

used to think that this love was heaven sent.

are we leaving the garden of eden?

tonight i'm so self-conscious.

nothing's ever perfect in paradise.

don't know what it's worth until you pay the price.

when you bite your tongue does it draw blood?

i would die for you. would you do that for me?

i hurt you and you hurt me.

we did some things that we can never take back.

some things are not meant to last.

let's love like there's no goodbye.

let our bodies say what we can never seem to communicate.

i can't stop thinking about you.

he makes me feel like nobody else.

you know he's only calling because he's drunk and alone.

don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed again.

if you're under him, you ain't getting over him.

i keep pushing forward, but he keeps pulling me backward.

you're the only remedy.

all my bones are begging me to beg for you.

you give me a reason, something to believe in.

it's a bittersweet feeling.

i wish i was there with you.

all my dreams have come true.

last night, my fantasies came true.

it just got complicated.

it's time you started listening.

karma's got a kiss for you.

why are you blaming me for all your insecurities?

you're like a king with a crown looking down.

you should've never done something like that to someone.

i hope that one day you will change.

we're more than machines.

do you feel complete?

you've been telling me some lies.

even though i run away, i still come back.

i know you're bad for me.

me and you together are like a loved up bruise.

i'll make you an offer that you can't refuse.

you won't go breaking my heart.

i guess we're misunderstood.

the heaven's forgave me.

let's be bad, make the devil smile.

i know that you miss me when i'm gone.

i need someone to hold on to.

you're the only thing i know.

close to you, i feel like i'm at home.

we were built to last.

take my hand.

dive in this romance.

we could burn and crash.

it's way too soon to feel so strong.

was it worth it?

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #starter sentences #memes #rp starters #rpc #starter meme #rp sentences #sentence prompts #sentence prompt #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #writing prompt

[promptthebear]

I'm really sorry to hear about your mum, and your headcold! I hope you start feeling better soon, drink lots of tea! Would it be possible if I could please make a request for #25 “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.” with Tryion? (also sorry I dont have emojis to send the bunny haha)

Thank you sweet anon! I mentioned a little about this in another post, but we ended up being able to do "Easter" dinner at the end of April so that was nice! I'm starting to get sick again though, so I will take your advice and have lots and lots of tea!

Easter Askbox Event- Tyrion x Reader

CW- Swearing, bc it's Tyrion. F!Reader, Reader is also implied to be a former Bolton or related to them. 2nd person, so reader is referred to as "you". Reader has long hair, but hair colour, eye colour, skin colour and body type are not mentioned.

The song Tyrion sings is this one, it's another old folk song from my choir days even though this is a more modern cover. Enjoy!

Tyrion was in deep shit, and he knew it.

He hadn’t meant to miss dinner again. He’d had every intention of leaving the hand’s office at a reasonable hour, but as always one thing lead to another and suddenly he was sitting in a dark office with the moon peeping through his window and his candles burnt down to stubs.

It wasn’t his fault that Joffery ruled the kingdom with all the skill and tact of a blind, inbred pig that had fallen into a barrel of ale. It also wasn’t his fault that the Small Council expected him to pull miracles out of his shapely arse on a daily basis, but he also knew that after dining alone for what was to be the fifteenth night in a row, you weren’t going to be in a forgiving mood.

When he arrived at your shared chambers,the only thing that greeted Tyrion was a cold fireplace and an eerie, oppressive silence. The dining table had long since been cleared, without even a plate of cold meats or bread waiting for him. He knew this meant you were mere moments away from giving into your Bolton roots and flaying off every bit of his sorry hide to make yourself a dwarven hearth rug.

With all the enthusiasm of a man going to the gallows, Tyrion approached the door to your bedroom. It was shut fast, the carved lions seeming to judge him from their wooden faces. As much as he wanted to turn tail and make for the farthest inn at the edge of the city, he knew prolonging things would only make matters worse. Taking a deep breath, Tyrion gently knocked on the door and prayed to whatever gods were listening that you’d at least make his demise a quick one.

When no answer came, he knocked again, a little louder this time. He knew you were there, and that you were listening. He could see a shadow cutting through the candlelight that shone out from beneath the door.

“Darling?”

Again, he was met with a bitter silence. Somehow, that stung worse than a biting word or scolding ever could. With a sigh, Tyrion reached for the door handle and was surprised to find it stayed stiff in his grasp. Not only were you refusing to speak to him, you’d locked him out.

“Dearest? Please, open the door. I know I’m horribly late, but how am I meant to make it up to you if you’re hiding from me?”

You didn’t want Tyrion to make it up to you. In fact, the only thing you seemed to want was for Tyrion to starve to death in front of this bastard door, as a reminder to your next idiot husband about what would happen if he crossed you.

All too quickly, Tyrion’s guilt gave way to frustration. He was tired. He was hungry, he’d walked up all those fucking stairs on his stunted legs and damn your stubborn hide, this was his tower! He had paid for the bed you were keeping him from and gave you the key for the door you’d shut in his face. If the blasted thing didn’t lock from the inside, he would’ve long since gone in there and made you see sense.

But that wasn’t going to happen, not anymore than the likelihood of Tyrion growing to the size of the Hound and putting his foot through the wood like it was wet paper. No, he was going to remain stuck out here until you had a change of heart or until the Seven Hells froze over, and at this moment the odds certainly seemed better on that second thing.

Cursing, Tyrion struck the door as hard as he could with his fist. It felt good, so he did it again. And again, punctuating each strike with “shit!” or “bugger!” or “fuck” in increasingly creative combinations. If you weren’t going to forgive him, at the very least he could annoy you into submission.

“Tyrion Lannister, you stop that this instant!”

“Let me in and I will!” Gods, did he ever sound petulant, no better than a child throwing a fit. Couldn’t you see what you’d reduced him to?

“Absolutely not. Your sorry arse can sleep in the stables for all I care.”

“If you don’t open this fucking door-” his voice had taken on a shrill whine that was a little too alike to Joffery for his tastes, but he didn’t give a shit. This was your fault.

“What? What exactly are you going to do from out there? Make some more dents? Wonderful, the woodcarvers guild will be so pleased”

“Fuck!”

In a fit of passion, he took off his boot and threw it against the nearest wall. It hit with a hollow thud, before sliding down and landing uselessly on the floor. Tyrion stood, shoulders squared and breathing hard. Then he heard it. A soft sound from behind the door, one that nearly shattered his sorry, shrivelled heart into a thousand pieces.

You were crying.

Immediately, the fight left him. He hobbled over, collected his boot and resumed his post at the door with his head hanging in shame. He had really done it this time, and if the first thing you did tomorrow morning was chuck him off the castle walls, he wouldn’t blame you. A simple apology wasn’t going to be enough tonight. If he had a prayer in Hell of getting back into your good graces, there was only one thing that he could try.

He always felt that his voice wasn’t much when it came to songs, but you loved it. He’d sung to you, the first time you’d met just after your betrothal. It was a song that made you love him then, so perhaps if he was lucky, it would work again.

“The water is wide. I cannot cross o’er. And neither do I have wings to fly. Give me a boat, that will carry two, and both shall row, my love and I”

His voice was shaking slightly, and he knew he was off key, but a poor offering was better than none at all.

“There is a ship and it sails on the sea. Loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in. I know not if I sink or swim.”

No sooner had he stopped singing the last note, than he heard the sound of tumblers clicking in the lock. He all but sobbed with relief when you opened the door, falling to his knees and ready to beg for all he was worth.

Much to his surprise, you joined him on the floor, throwing your arms about his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. He held you tight, with a hand around your waist and one in your hair. You were crying still, but you were with him now, and that was all that mattered.

When your tears subsided, he pulled back slightly, trying to see your face. You ducked your head to the side, refusing to meet his eye.

“Beloved, look at me, please?”

“No.” your hair was loose and hung around your cheeks like a curtain. Your voice sounded thick and tight from tears, but with none of the anger from before.

“Why?”

“Because if I look at you, I’ll smile. I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

Tyrion chuckled softly and shook his head. He was by no means out of trouble yet, but hearing you jest meant he’d be married to you and alive for at least one more day.

“Well, how about this. We can talk about what an idiot I am, and once you’ve had your fill of that, I’ll write a thousand page sonnet about what a wonderful wife you are, and then if you find you’re still upset with me, I’ll kiss you until you’re happy again.”

“…what if it takes a lot of kisses for that to happen?”

Tyrion placed a quick kiss against your temple, then nuzzled his face against your own. Your familiar scent made him feel like he’d finally been let back into paradise.

“Then we better get started, shouldn’t we?”

#easter askbox event #tyrion x reader #tyrion x you #tyrion lannister fluff #tyrion lannister #got reader insert #got fic #got imagines

[heynikkiyousofine]

Sneak Peek Sunday

I woke up at three am with this scene stuck in my head for one of my new multi-chap wips and just had to share it with you.

He noticed she approached him slowly, her body slightly trembling and appearing to him as a scared little doe for the first time. A wave of anger swept through him, but Inuyasha pushed it back, swearing that he would never be so stupid again as to let her believe these things about his love for her. Of course he was angry, but never at her, however the woman before him didn’t know that because he had refused to acknowledge her pain over the last few weeks.

He knew he needed to tell her, but finding words to explain the entirety of this messed situation wasn't easy. He had always been someone to show people how he felt, but his girl needed to hear the words, so he would make himself tell her everything.

Holding out his hand, Kagome slid her fingers across her palm and he tugged her forward, her tiny body collapsing into his as they arranged themselves comfortably on the velvet couch. She kept her eyes on his chest and he waited patiently for her to look at him, but when she refused, he let out a loud sigh.

“Are you afraid of me?” 

“N-no, I, um, didn’t think you wanted to touch me after what you said last night.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her body shrinking in on itself and a river of tears already escaping down her cheeks. “You said you felt sick everytime you looked at me and I was afraid you stopped loving me.”

He had never felt heartbreak before, but he assumed this awful feeling that had formed in his gut with her confession was exactly that, and it was probably nothing compared to what she was feeling. I royally fucked up. Holding her as close to his body as he possibly could, still conscious of her bruised ribs, he let her sob, each sound making him feel worse and worse. Once her cries began to soften, he kissed her forehead, keeping his voice low and her cheek pressed to his chest. There was no in hell he wanted to have the entire office hear him groveling at her feet. Though, if that’s what she wants, I’ll do it with my head held high.

“I’m so incredibly sorry baby. I never meant for you to hear that, let alone you take it like that. Each time I saw what that fucker did,” He paused, his grip tightening when he pictured the dark eyed bastard, pushing aside the new wave of anger before continuing, “I was so angry at myself that I felt sick.”

“Why?”

“I felt that I wasn’t enough to stop him, that it was my fault that you were missing for three days and being held prisoner, that you were hurting and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. It was also the reason that I’ve restrained myself from touching you. I was afraid of hurting you more, and the first time I saw you in the hospital? You looked dead, baby, and ever since, I couldn’t picture anything different.”

He was so focused on giving her space to heal, that he hadn't realized she needed him as badly as he needed her, that the only way for her to get better was for him to be at her side. Yeah, I am a complete idiot. And now, he was apologizing for it, vowing to himself he would anything to have her smile, that favorite one of his that always took his breath away, and to have her look at him with all the love in the world as she once had.

“Was it really that bad at first?”

“You were unconscious for almost a week, but that first day? We barely recognized you because your body was so broken.” She pulled away, her gaze boring into his as he forced himself to tell her everything, new tears falling from both of their cheeks. “I’ve been such an idiot since. Instead of diving head first into work to avoid all of this, I should’ve been by your side, comforting you because we both needed that. I never meant to hurt any more than you already were.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, preparing for the worse with what he was about to ask. “Will you forgive me, my love?”

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Changes Part 3- Steddie X Reader

Summary- Steve has gay (and poly) thoughts about Eddie after their kiss.

Will be uploading part 4 soon!

Warnings-Some smut

Thanks everyone for waiting. I have been really sick recently but I hope for part 4 to be long and full of spicy smut!!

I am working on editing and formatting this all together!

Part 1 of this can be found here

Masterlist here

Steve’s knuckles were white as snow as he gripped the wheel, his face burning up from a deep crimson blush that just refused to fade. He was confused and embarrassed and still pretty angry. Eddie abandoned you and broke your heart. Steve wasn’t going to be able to let that go and yet his heart echoed in his chest deafeningly. He hadn’t expected for Eddie to kiss him, let alone the fact that he actually liked it. 

Between the fight and the kiss Steve had never felt more confused. 

“Are we going to talk about this or continue to drive in silence?” Steve mumbled, almost in a daze as he momentarily brushed over his still stinging lips while keeping one on the wheel.

Eddie was unusually quiet, dark eyes staring dead out the window, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw was tight and there was this look on his face, one that Steve struggled desperately to decipher.

“Silence it is, I guess…” Steve sighed.

There was a long uncomfortable pause, Steve keeping his eyes on the road, struggling to keep them away from Eddie. 

“I love (Y/N). I love her more than anything.” Eddie’s leg bounced rapidly as he spoke. “And I know that she loves me the same, even though I have no fucking idea why.” He chuckled. “And I know that you love her too. Honestly it REALLY pissed me off, at least it did at first.” He ran a shaky hand through his tangled hair. 

“I don’t get it,” Steve admitted, eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie sighed. “When I used to jerk off I used to only see (Y/N), only her. But now no matter what I do I end up thinking about you both.” He laughed, eyes staring straight ahead. “Crazy, right?” 

“Oh…” Steve’s eyes widened and his face burned even brighter. “Well, I don’t think it’s that crazy...” He cleared his throat as the seemingly never ending drive came to an end, parking in front of your apartment while the rain fell down around them both, pattering in an ongoing succession.

“What am I going to say to her…She won’t forgive me. I fucked up big time.” Eddie groaned, the fear clawing its way up his throat.

“Just go to her, and be there with her. She is hurting right now. You need to fix that.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, his hair bouncing slightly as he leaned over the steering wheel.

Eddie nodded before silently opening up the car door, the sound of the rain only growing louder as he did, standing in the rain as he stared at Steve for a moment.

“She needs you too, y’know? The way she is with you, the way she smiles. It’s brighter and warmer than anything else.”

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The sight that was on your front porch knocked the air out of your lungs, Eddie and Steve both stood in the doorway, dripping from the rain outside and each with  their own fair share of scrapes. A bruised eye each and busted lips as well as a number of other wounds. 

They both were definitely in rough condition, you almost didn’t want to ask what had happened, partially because you could somewhat guess and you also were so relieved you decided to let it be for now. 

You of course wanted to ask them what had happened but tears quickly welled and overflowed, you couldn’t help but throw your arms around them both. 

You hadn’t seen Eddie for weeks and Steve’s sudden disappearance only sent familiar bolts of fear over your entire body. 

You didn’t want to lose either of them. It was hard to see an outcome where keeping them both in your life was even possible.

“Baby- I’m so sorry that I left you like that.” Eddie mumbled into your hair as he held you close, his voice low and slightly trembling. “I was just confused. I can explain- we can explain everything just please don’t hate me.” Eddies breathing quickened as his hands trembled, holding you close. 

Steve blinked, looking between you and Eddie for a while. The whole world froze for him as he watched the two of you hold each other. He saw your glimmering smile again. 

What more could he really ask for other than your happiness? 

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“It’s hopeless, Robin.” Steve grumbled, shoving his face into the couch cushion as he groaned. 

“It’s not hopeless!” Robin snorted, tossing a pillow at him.  “You are making this so complicated. You know that Eddie likes you! And he already said (Y/N) has feelings for you! And you have been in love with her for like two years now! It’s as simple as if you liked kissing Eddie Munson.

I don’t see the issue here.” 

“I think I did?” Steve sighed, pressing the pads on his fingers to his stinging lips. “There was a lot more punching than kissing though…so I’m really not sure.” He groaned. 

“Listen, Steve. I think you just need to go over there and tell them both how you really feel.” 

“I don’t even know how I feel…maybe I need another beer.” Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose before pulling himself off the couch and over to the cooler on the side table.

The shitty beer stung as he drank one-two- then three down with ease as he coughed the image of your smiling face, bright and glowing up at him as he pressed the palms of his hands against your perfect skin, always a bit out of his reach. He wanted to taste every part of you, caress and feel and rub his teeth over each part of your skin. 

He imagined you would taste like honeydew or vanilla or something else entirely, something that made his head spin and pants grow tight. 

It was the more he drank that the image was distorted. What Eddie had said to him was definitely getting to him.

It was you and Eddie and himself, limbs entangled with the scent of cedar and smoke that would make Steve’s head spin. Eddie’s long slender fingers adorned with rings would be running over your curves as Steve pressed eager kisses down your hips and thighs, taking his time to press his lips to every inch of your silky skin. 

You would whimper and whine, the sound of your voice echoing around in his skull only made his mouth water. The scent of smoke in Eddie’s hair as Steve and him crashed their lips into each other, noses brushing just slightly. 

It was all too much, the idea and the image of it all sent electricity over his spine. 

He wanted to see you and Eddie, he needed to.

“Robin, I gotta go.” Steve mumbled, suddenly standing up.

“What? Wait, you cannot drive, you are trashed!” Robin stood up to strand in front of him.

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And that was how Steve ended up walking all the way to yours and Eddie’s apartment, standing in front of the door with a trembling hand as he knocked on the door, leg shaking up and down as he did.

“Steve?” Eddie’s eyebrows were furrowed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What are you doing-.” 

He was cut off by Steve pushing the door open all the way and he cupped Eddie’s face in his hands, the curls falling from Eddie’s messy updo as the two stumbled back into the apartment. Steve crashed their lips together with a hungry and desperate strength, his teeth brushing over Eddie’s lips as Steve trapped him against the wall. 

Eddie reacted quickly, eyes wide for a moment before leaning into it, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck as he tilted his head to the side just slightly. He was surprised, to say the least. He wasn’t sure if Steve would be back at all after that day in the rain.

“I don’t understand.” Eddie admitted, eyes blown and eyebrows furrowed as his chest rose and fell rapidly. 

“I want you, both of you. I-I understand now.” Steve rambled, face red and bright like the glowing sun. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else.”

 The two men were pulled from each other's gazes when they heard the floorboards of the apartment shift and a soft gasp echoed through the apartment.

“Steve?” Your voice was small and broken as you rubbed your eyes. You had been woken up by some sound and came to have a look. “Eddie? What are you two doing?” 

PART 4 COMING SOON

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Scythe chapter 11-15

You know the drill!! Cmon!!!

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Chapter 11!!

-I always forget the conclave’s have names,,,

-The thing is, you can never blame these people for fighting back, it’s human nature, but OUGH the consequences of human nature are so devastating

-But just imagine the guilt you’d feel, your husband got killed and you get immune from the same fate for a whole year. That’s just prime for survivors guilt

-Also the fact that Faraday told the family the man didn’t resist is just testament to his kindness and compassion

-“The sanctity of the law…And the wisdom to know when it must be broken.” *Stares at Goddard*

-MILK SCENE, I unironically love this scene even tho I think it’s really funny

-Also I genuinely don’t know how ppl drink milk b4 bed, is that even a real thing? How does that make you sleepy??

-Also good on Faraday!! Don’t waste shit!!!

-Apparently all the Scythe Rings are white but I refuse to acknowledge that, they’re all multicolored and each color relates to the scythe in some way <3

-That ring security system Faraday has going on is sick as fuck tho ngl

-“Now let’s see how long it takes Rowan to go for the ring.” I love himmmm, he’s fun!!! He can be fun!!

-Tonist mention!! I love the Tonists <33

-Nice chapter!! Gives more depth to Faraday!!

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Chapter 12!!

-Rowan and Citra’s test are approaching!!!

-The idea of having to hold yourself back in life because you’re afraid of being killed is actually terrifying—

-Also same Rowan, I hate studying too

-“Rowan concluded that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.” If I remember correctly what the consequence is then that is CERTAIN true

-I LOVE Citra and Rowan’s banter here!! You can see their chemistry early on!!

-UGH I WONT LIST OUT ALL THE MOMENT BUT THEYRE SO CUTE!!!

-Cute chapter! Lots of Citran moments!

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Chapter 13!!

-“I’m a human being, not a mole.” Faraday is soooo fun sometimes like so fun and endearing???

-“Destroyed back in the age of mortality by something called ‘terrorism’.” OKAY SO YES THIS DOES GIVE US A LOT TO THINK ABOUT IN TERMS OF WHAT PEOPLE HERE KNOW ABOUT THE AGE OF MORTALITY BUT ALSO THAT IS RLLY FUCKING FUNNY SOOO

-I too hate walking at 6:30 am (I go to public school in America)

-“I have found that with the Scythedom, it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” He is iconic yall

-“What’s the worst they could do?” Things said before disasters—

-“Running the gauntlet” Like walking the red carpet!

-“Scythes wished to be seen as the many faces of light, not of darkness.” And soon they will be! Yk, just right after the plague—

-SCYTHE CURIE OMG OMG!!

-OO now they’re seeing scythe goddard ohoho I LOVE HAVING FORESIGHT

-Citra would cringe at the fact she at one point dazzled by goddard

-Rowan don’t be fatphobic /j

-I like that the conclave’s are pretty boring for the most part, makes it feel more realistic

-I love how only when Citra becomes a Scythe does she begin to understand these rituals, shows how much she grows

-OHOHO we got goddards fuckin note bullshit! Citra is gonna hear allll about that when she becomes a scythe

-Love how Chomsky is basically described as “as white as anyone could be” lmaoo token white man

-also gun lobby, nothing to say about it just…Gun lobby

-Rowan starting to talk like faraday is GOLD

-Again I love Citra and Rowan’s banter

-SCYTHE CURIE

-The idea of the weaponsmaster being a infomercial salesman is SOO funny i need to use that in my scythe oc shit

-Also that digital poison sounds fucking TERRIFYING

-The Scythes not liking the term ‘victim’ is rlly interesting to me, shows they really think of themselves as these faces of light

-Neal I don’t think you know what feminine hygiene products sound like—

-Hand of midas shit but even MORE horrifying!!

-I am terrible with names I saw Scythe Mandela and thought he was Scythe Possuelo and I have no idea why

-Who names their child Ransom??

-VERY good and long chapter!! Two more to go!!

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Chapter 14!!

-OOO the test scene!! One of my favorites!!

-SCYTHE CURIE

-Again what is with the shit names??? Jacory??

-OHH you do NOT interrupt scythe curie girl you are FUCKED

-Oh Citra you’re gonna revisit the worst thing you’ve ever done REALLL soon

-ROWAN LOSING ON PURPOSE FOR CITRA IS SOOOO!!!

-GODDAMN IT RAND I LOVE YOU BUT STOP

-AND THE TENSION THICKENS WITH THE ADDED RULE OF THEM HAVING TO KILL THE OTHER OH MY GOD ITS STILL GOOD MAN!!

-We all want a relationship with the thunderhead Curie

-Very good chapter that adds to the stakes of the story!! One more to go!!!

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Chapter 15!!!

-God the shock and confusion and how upset they all are really captivates this conversation

-And you see that eventually Rowan is very willing to die at the hands of Citra, that’s how much he loves her like UGHH

-“Scythes were supposed to be above the petty,” oh citra you have no idea bby girl,,

-Hash pales!!!

-THE KISS SCENE

-Ive already went in depth about why I love this scene in my Citran analysis post but UGH I LOVE ITT

-Liar!! You are totally in love rowan!!

-GODDARD THE BASTARD

-God he is such a fucking dick i hate himmm

-Very good chapter :)

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AND THATS THE NEXT 5!!! Next time we’ll do chapters 16-20!

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Me being on this list is so slay!

Gator FUCKS and I love him and I don't care 🤷‍♀️

EDIT:

Other people have said this and I feel I should as well. I am not a cultist and, while American who lives in the south, I don’t support the MAGA bullshit. I frankly find Trump terrifying and also find my country terrifying.

My writings for Gator are works of fiction. They are not real because he is not real. Crazy, I know. I write them in the sense of what Gator could be. What he would’ve been had Roy not ruined him.

And look, Gator has done awful things. No one is denying that. However, there is a reason the writers wrote him how they did. There is a reason Dot forgives him at the end. There is a reason he cries for his daddy after getting his eyes scooped out.

It’s called character development.

We know the horrible shit he did to his wives and we know, based on what Dot tells Gator, Roy has hated him since the day he was born. Gator never stood a chance.

Writing fanfiction about characters who are morally gray does not make you a horrible person. It does not make you sick minded. It’s art and it deserves its space.

The people who wrote the original post, clearly, need to re-evaluate how they view the world. I wish them light and healing.

However, I refuse to take down my work. I’m proud of them and I don’t believe I did anything wrong. I’m 26 years old, disabled and don’t got a lot happening in my life. This keeps me sane.

Anyway… love y’all and send in some requests if you have them xoxoxo

#I don’t feel bad #like at all #I’m sick of people younger than me trying to bully me #this is tumblr #not high school #love you all mwah

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Take the Box - T. Holland

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mentions of: angst, cussing, marriage, commitment issues, screaming,

synopsis: tom tries to make amends, but you refuse to forgive

Inspired by: Take the box - Amy Winehouse

part 1 | part 2 a/n: alt! ending to tears dry on their own

Hours turn into days, days into weeks he felt like he was standing on the sidewalk forever and Tom knew he fucked up. He took out the ring and if he saw this months prior, it would make him smile, now he feels as though this shouldn’t belong to him. He did adore, care, and love you, he will always love you. He doesn’t know why he did what he did.

The tabloids going ballistic with the news of Tom and y/n having a public breakup. You have developed your name for yourself, of course, you being known as Tom’s girlfriend got you roles and a ton of more fame. You will always be grateful for him because you were so sick and tired of making coffee every day.

It was a Thursday and you decided to go get coffee in the same coffee shop you worked at. You didn’t want it spoiled with the worst memory you could imagine. So while you were out running errands you grabbed a coffee, you didn’t want tea anymore because it would remind you too much of him.

The bell rang from the top right corner of the door and you were greeted by the new barista. You gave a smile and ordered your coffee it has been years since you last drank coffee so you needed to find your flow back to it. The barista would always give you recommendations and you always took them.

After you finish your order you step aside and bring your computer out. You look at the cars passing by, you could swear you saw Tom with flowers and a drink in his hand. You had to take a double-take. He was coming your way. How did he know you were here? You blocked him so he couldn’t find you in any way.

When you hear the same bell ring and had to look up out of instinct. There he was, the man with flowers and a smile plastered on his face. How could he be so happy? He went up to the register and that’s when you couldn’t look up, you felt as though water was brewing in your eyes.. Did he move on that fast? How could he be so happy? But your thoughts were cut off short.

“Hey” you look up from your computer and meet eyes with the voice

“Oh, hi” you smile weakly

“what are you doing?” Tom takes a seat in front of you without asking

“Who are those flowers for” you tried to hide your jealousy, but couldn’t

“Oh, these are for you” as you take the flowers you make a mental note to read the letter it has in the middle

“Thank you,” you smile and put them next to your purse

“You didn’t answer my question”. He says with a smile. How could he act as nothing happened? Was he not hurt? Is he seeing someone?

“I am writing a script for a short film” You continue to finish your last thought and then close it “how did you find me?”

“Lucky guess”

“Doubt it, I think you’re stalking me,” you say in a flirty tone, which made you hate yourself because you were supposed to ignore him, you were supposed to hate him.

“Would it be such a crime?” he says grabbing your hand gently, scared you’d shatter at his touch, which made you flinch. How could you miss a person's touch so much? It felt like home something that you would always look back on no matter what would happen.

“I think it is,” you try to hide the smile that is coming up.

“Well what’s the script about” he didn’t want the conversation to end because he felt as if it did end he would wake up from the perfect dream and he would be depressed

“Umm, I don’t know how to put it nicely, but it's about us”

“Oh-“ you cut Tom off

“It doesn’t have our names and it’s slightly different” you had to reassure Tom before his thoughts spiraled, someting both you and him had in common.

“Oh ok” Tom takes a sip from his tea

“I don’t think I’ve ever asked, but why are you here?” You look down at your coffee

“I wanted to apologize, and before you cut me off please hear me out”

“Why should I” your mouth turned bitter because how could he try to come back to you after all of the hurt he has given to you. Why should you try to hear him out?

“Please, I fucked up y/n, I know you won't forgive me, and I get it, but I need you to hear me out, for me” This was for him, not even for you, the explanation you’ve been craving for weeks and he's doing this for himself? Is he that fucking selfish?

“This wasn’t supposed to happen” Tom tries to reach for you and it feels like you are pushing him away

“Oh, us breaking up after five fucking years and me crying in a yellow cab, that shit embarrassed me, Tom,that wasn’t supposed to happen? That’s fucking crazy” you acted mind blown you felt like people down the block could hear you and you weren’t sorry because this felt like this was the only way Tom could actually hear you

“Y/n please hear me out, I choked, I was going to propose to you that day, both you and I were shocked. I didn't know what I was doing, I promise I do love you I just don't know how to comfort people when they are upset, but if you asked where you were from-“ you cut him off again

“Knowing someone and loving someone is two completely different things Tom” you felt like you threw a dagger to his heart and it felt powerful

“Wait, I tried to be the best person for you, I still try to this day, I take you out and go driving at night on the freeway listening to your music, for you, it’s not because I was bored. I take sunset pictures every time I'm on set because it reminds me of you, I buy little knick knacks of things you would find cute when I'm filming, my mind only thinks about you. If you asked all the people I have worked with on set, I have mistaken my character's lover’s name for yours. I asked your dad if I could marry you and that man fucking scares me” With that Tom has left you crying for a completely different reason than before. You had to hide your face because you felt embarrased. You grabbed a napkin to wipe your tears away

“I was scared of commitment love, and that’s the funniest shit ever because I could not express to you how much I think of aging and having a family with you, I imagines getting a little house somewhere, anywhere you want to go, as long as you’re with me” He is now holding both your hands and you chuckle because you feel so exposed to him even though he has seen all of you.

“Prove it than” you look at him daringly, seriously

“You asked for it” Tom pulls out a small purple velvet box with your hopefully future initials. It was a beautiful ring with a silver band and had a raw diamond right in the middle, with three more little raw diamonds on each side, in the inside of the band it had his initials and your initials and the date you guys started dating, which made you tear up because this was the perfect ring

“So” Tom breaks out from the silence

“So what? just because you thought you knew me so well, and regret your actions, I should forgive you?" why was he here? You were finally moving on and he decided to re-open the wound.

“Would you do me the favor of marrying me?” Tom gets on one knee and takes the box from you. This is the perfect way of getting proposed you almost wish he didn't make you so upset the first time. You loved the way this was spontaneous a way you didn't get your hopes up.

”no” you say sternly

“really- wait what” Tom does a 360

”I can’t do this, I can’t have this” you point at the both of you

”do what” Tom was practically on his knees because he wanted you back

“I can't have a relationship that started as shit” “It didn't though” he replied at the speed of light

“But it did, you and I both know that you hurt me, and now expressing you love me? I can't do it.”

“Why though” Tom wasn't listening to you again. He was listening to the conversation but not the emotion

“I can't date, marry, or be friends with you Holland, it hurts me and I can't go on. I'm sorry, I won't be able to forgive myself if you hurt me again” and it's like a switch went off in Toms's mind knowing he fucked up knowing he will never have you again, he can live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve you

“I would never hurt you again” it pained tom to say again because he was an actual idiot and hurt you for the first and last time, it feels like he will continue his life trying to prove you can trust him again

“But you will! If you've done it before you'll do it again, history repeats itself, I'm sorry but I have to go” you smile taking off with the flowers he gave you and your other belongings. You felt like you were going to move city after city and he will follow you through all.

“Look I’m sorry” he tries to stop you before you finally leave him

“ok” you say with a straight face

“I will always apologize”

“Ok, I don’t forgive you”

You wanted to be friends because he has done so much for you, but you just couldn't, the wound is still too fresh. You grab another taxi finally being able to catch one yourself with yet again tear-stained eyes and go home.

You took your shoes off, threw your keys on the counter, and dropped the flowers on the ground. You just threw yourself on the bed. You cried into your pillow because it was supposed to be a good day, you then realized you should take all your emotions you have right now and write them in your book.

You sat at your desk, looking at the time pass by, you couldn't focus on the book when all your emotions were everywhere. You heard a knock at the door, hoping it was one of your Christmas orders that came in. Christmas is right around the corner and needing retail therapy to get you out of your slump.

"I punched all the buzzers to try to come in" the infamous spider-boy back at it

"I thought the cafe was the last time I would see you" you say smugly

"I was hoping you were here, I know I talked a lot back there, but somehow I didn't say what I wanted to say"

"You're like glitter Holland, the more I rub, the more comes up and annoys the fuck out of me" you step aside so he can step in

"did you just call me pretty?" he says cockily

"I can kick you out" making him immediately know that you aren't in the mood.

"I like what you've done with the place"

"Tried everything to forget you" you smile innocently even though you just hurt Tom's feelings

"Did a really good job"

"Tom, whats going on? Whatever you are going to say make it quick my head hurts" you try to hurry up and make him leave

"You say I always get my way, but I really want you, back"

"I don't want to feel trapped when I am with someone Tom, I don't want to feel like an object, that's the one thing I promised myself that I would never be"

"I really miss the old us, the old you before I came in and how you were so happy"

"Me too, pretty things always get ruined" you sit on your couch because you wouldn't be able to handle this conversation standing.

"I just really want you to have it, wear it or not, I at least want you to keep the ring that was meant for you, I don't want anything in return"

"Tom, I can't, it is probably so expensive" you try to block where he was going to leave it

"Just take it, take the box" he sounded sincere almost hurt. With that, he left, with no other remark

The person you were this evening, the person you were 6 years ago is not you anymore. You never will be the same. It felt like you were missing something. You felt like writing him a letter trying to apologize to him. You knew you couldn't or else he would've thought he got his way back in. He knew it wasn't like you, you both knew you were a sympathetic person. Now all you felt was anger, an immense amount of anger, you had no place to place your emotions and you were growing frustrated. You couldn't write or it would be pure shit. You decided on baking. You could break things and wisk everything aggressively. Have something delicious at the end.

You decided to play music, and the music you. Having fun cracking eggs and using new flavors, All of a sudden the same songs played when you were with Tom, it was like everything was reminding you of him. The one thing you didn't want to happen, was happening. You didn't want to be reminded of him. So you left your half-done baking project there and left the kitchen. Then went back to the door ready to leave your apartment all over again, when his cologne just smacked you in the face. You tried so hard to forget him, all to be reminded of him again, and now you decide to turn on a candle. To mask his scent and forget him.

You don't know who you are anymore, You don't know who he is anymore. You just don't know him. But he makes you cry. Where is the goodbye you have been longing for, for the past 6 months? Where do you put the box? The box that is going to haunt you forever. You wish he took it. You walk around trying to find the perfect hiding spot. Somewhere you won't go all the time, but some place you won't start bawling your eyes out if you find it. You need it to be camouflaged. You stumble back to the door. The flowers sitting on the ground where you last left them. right next to it you see the small note that he wrote to you.

Dear y/n,

I can't bare look at the ring, let alone the box. I can't sell it because that would feel like a permanent goodbye, that I will never be comfortable with. I need you to keep it, I need you to keep it because it was is meant for you.

Love,

Tommy

#timothee chalamet x tom holland #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland #spider man no way home #peter parker x oc #peter parker rp #peter parker #peter parker x y/n smut #peter parker x y/n #spiderman #spiderman no way home #tom holland spiderman #spiderweb #spider man #spiderverse

[gattmammon]

Ok I dont expect much from like random ass apps with probably ai-scripted internet novels/short movies with horrible acting but

Literally this one tumblr keeps showing me has this guy throwing his wife on the floor, hitting her, locking her in a room, refusing to take her to the hospital when she's vomiting blood, like. Spousal abuse. Not even like the usual romance tropes like "oh hes jealous/he loves her so much he cant contain himself" just straight up being physically violent towards her insulting her and being like "you're not even that sick I don't believe you" as she is, I repeat, vomiting blood

And yet I think the ending theyre hinting at is him repenting and being like... if I only knew that she was dying of cancer... like girl what the fuck. Had she been healthy it would have been OK to beat her? Is this the level we're at here, it's OK to forgive your physically and mentally abusive husband because he feels bad that you are dying from cancer? What are we talking about here what is this. Like I am very tolerant with pseudo romantic tropes god knows I have no room to judge etc etc but these aren't romantic tropes this is like. Spousal abuse. I feel like im taking crazy pills

#cw domestic abuse

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Absolutely no hate with this question, I’m genuinely curious as to your thoughts, but if you could rewrite Sylvie and her relationship with Loki how would you go about it?

I am firmly in camp “Sylvie could’ve been an interesting character with a fun dynamic with Loki if Michael Waldron didn’t have his thumb on the trigger”, and I think if season one could’ve been handled by a different writer we could’ve had a good show with her in it instead of wishing she was taken out of it completely.

So, I think I've answered this already, but I'm always game to re-iterate my thoughts and maybe something new will come out lol

If Sylvie and the Sylki pairing was ever changed into something I could support, three major things would need to happen:

1- Her role would need to be drastically reduced. Like, to a side character. I will never forgive her for being the main focus of the Loki show. It was a highly annoying bait-and-switch. Maybe make her the means by which Loki enters the main plot progression of the show, but then, let Loki take the reigns again.

This was, in my mind, supposed to be about Loki's redemption, but the show HAS no redemption ebcause it goes so hard on Sylvie's redemption arc instead.

It's like when they remade A Chorus Line into a movie in the 80s, and it became such a trash film that everyone hated despite the source material being universally praised at the time. This happened because the musical is about a group of nobodies vying for a thankless chorus role in a show, but it showcases how each one of them is still special. The film literally took a single character from the musical and made it all about her, thereby actually reversing the theme and point of the source material everyone loved to begin with.

The Loki show kinda did the same for me, and Sylvie is like Cassie.

MY ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie is brought into the TVA and put into custody near Loki. She is able to convince him to help her escape, and then she pulls him along with her as a human shield until they are out of the TVA's reach. Then, Sylvie takes Loki to a random location to hide until she deems them safe, and while there, Loki uncovers some hidden clues to his past behavior, ways he can correct his past sins, and earn some peace and forgiveness.

2- Her entire backstory would need to be rewritten. Get rid of the idea of her being a Loki. Get the selfcest the hell out of here. Make her something different. Literally, anything. Base her off of any of the characters from the comics Loki has romantically interacted with.

Also, I am beyond sick of the "she's a Strong Independent WomanTM who is so special but no one knew how special she was so they mistreated her so now she's sad" backstory. It's tired, old, and not at all compelling.

My ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie was a slave on Sakaar, where she was able to get by on her wits until the Grandmaster called her up to serve in his harem. Her Nexus event was killing the Grandmaster, her escape caused the deaths of hundreds, which leaves her with a heavy conscience not unlike the guilt Loki was forced to feel in the actual first season of Loki. Throughout the series, Loki teaches her how to forgive herself, and he learns to do the same for himself from her.

3- Her personality would need to massively retooled. She needs to stop fucking telling Loki to shut up all the time. She needs to treat him the way he treats her, and to stop acting like because she has a wibble-wibble sad panda backstory that literally most other women in the MCU have, she has a carte blanche to insult and step on and refuse to cooperate with anyone. She is abusive.

Disney and the MCU have sucked so hard at writing SIWs. They are all the same, and they are all entirely unrelatable because the MCU seems to think that in order for a woman to be strong and admirable, she needs to have no emotions or flaws whatsoever. Fucking give her some character. Give her some charisma with Loki, because the kisses between them look terrible. I can't buy the romance even without the selfcest element because there is nothing INTERESTING about her as a character that I could see Loki finding attractive.

MY ALTERNATE IDEA: Sylvie loves a festival thanks to seeing them all the time on Saakar, and one of the locations she hides with Loki is in the middle of a huge street fair. They see a play being performed in the street, and Loki is surprised when Sylvie is able to quote the lines, because it's his favorite Asgardian ballad. She is also a fan of odd delicacies, and encourages Loki to try new things. At one point, Loki stops in his tracks, a thought coming to him: "I've never had fun before...before today...before her." He kisses her just as fireworks begin shooting overhead.

I literally cannot identify a single attractive trait in Sylvie beyond the physical. It just makes no sense that someone as complex and well-bred as Loki would fall for such a cipher of a personality.

#loki #mcu loki #anti sylvie #anti-sylki

[barakittens517]

PT III: The Reunion

Summary: In which chaos ensues (AKA the more the merrier, or whatever.)

PT II: The Finding PT IV: The Discovering

Words: 3,663

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, minor (slightly graphic) character death, minor religious themes, mentions of past physical abuse (brief)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: tbh i couldn't write a fic and *not* include the absolute insanity of the cereal convention. personal shout out to caffeine for fueling 98% of this. sending good vibes to ellis bc they're about to get emotionally wrecked eight ways from sunday &lt;333

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets @i-am-not-a-raccoon-anymore

“Morning, sunshine,” Blade Runner calls out. You’re conscious again, and your entire brain is throbbing in protest. You’re sitting in a cushioned armchair. Your hands are tied in your lap, and your ankles have been tied to the chair legs. You try to stand and discover Blade has looped a rope in a makeshift noose, tied around the back of the chair. 

You try to swallow the panic rising in your throat. “What’s… the whole point of this?” you ask. 

“We’re going to have some fun, now,” Blade calls from out of view. You notice the hotel’s hardcover Bible on the bed in front of you. The corner is covered in blood- no wonder you have such a magnificent headache. 

He strolls back into view and holds up a straight razor. “Well, I’m going to have some fun,” he corrects himself. “One of us has to.”

He seats himself on the end of the bed in front of you. He opens his mouth as if to start a monologue, and promptly shuts it. It takes a moment to realize your sunglasses are gone. 

“Y-your eyes… they’re… glowing…” he whispers under his breath. You refuse to look away from him, even as he falls to his knees in front of you. 

“I don’t believe in that kind of thing,” he says shakily, “No, that’s not true.” 

 You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you know what’s going to happen now. “It’s true, whether you believe it or not,” you reply. 

He’s crying now, an ugly sobbing that makes you sick to your stomach. “I didn’t want to,” he cries, “But they weren’t good people either!” 

He’s gripping the straight razor so hard it’s cutting through his fingers. If it hurts, he doesn’t notice. “I’m not sorry,” he spits, and for a moment you’re afraid he’s going to hurt you. “But I’m not worth forgiving, either.” 

You watch in horror as he begins slashing his wrists. Within moments the bedspread is soaked in crimson, and Blade falls face-first to the carpet. 

You want to scream, to panic, to run as fast and as far away from this fucking hotel as possible, but you can’t do anything all tied up. You fidget enough to get your boots off, and your legs slide easily out of the rope. You use your hands to hold the noose out as you slide down to the floor. 

You grab your boots and your aviators from the table and rush to the door. You can hear voices in the hallway, talking and laughing. You catch the rope around your hands on the locked door handle and wriggle your hands free. Your wrists are red and sore. 

You slide the aviators over your face and wait for the hallway to fall silent before making a break for the stairs. 

You make it back to the Corinthian’s room without interruption. You thank every god you can think of that he isn’t back yet. You lock the door and push one of the nightstands against it, just in case. You’ll order room service if you have to, but you’re not going back to that damned convention. 

Your head hurts- not just from the obvious head wound. No, you really thought things were starting to make sense after talking with the Corinthian. Now you’re even more confused, and you have no one to talk to. 

Your first idea is to take a hot shower. You dress in a pair of skinny jeans and a clean hoodie- there had never really been a point in owning pajamas. You settle in on one of the queen-sized beds and try to clear your mind. For once in your life, you’d rather be sleeping. Anything to keep from flashing back to the conference, and to Blade Runner. 

He had been hunting other killers, but why? And even without the religious guilt Ryan had, he still killed himself. He had told you that your eyes were glowing. You walk to the bathroom mirror and stare for a long time, waiting to see what he was talking about. 

Nothing. 

You give up with a defeated sigh and return to the room. Whatever sleep looks like for you, it never comes easy. There’s a miniature electric teapot next to the Keurig on the office desk. Packets of chamomile and hot cocoa sit in a porcelain mug. 

You boil a cup for yourself and dip the chamomile tea bag in, relishing in the warmth and the calm that it brings. After the mug is empty, you place it on the remaining nightstand and curl up under the covers. This time you dream of a memory. 

“Ellis!” a woman’s voice rings out. You’re standing in the backyard of a brick mansion. 

“Coming!” you yell in response. 

You remember this day. You had come to London, lost as hell and wandering the streets about two months ago. A kind older woman named Ms. Jude, who ran a rather profitable orphanage on the outskirts of town. In exchange for helping her take care of the young ones, she let you stay. 

“Now Ellis, you remember I told you I’ve been looking for a family,” Ms. Jude announces once you reach the kitchen. You nod. “Well, I believe I found one.” She grins proudly. “They’ll be here any minute now.” 

You give her a hug and express your gratitude, but inside, your heart sinks. You didn’t want to leave Ms. Jude and the orphanage alone. You certainly didn’t want to start all over again, acquainting yourself with strangers. 

Before you have time to even express this to Ms. Jude, the bell on the front door rings. Ms. Jude pats you gently on the shoulder. “It will be lovely for you, I promise,” she says. You follow her to the front door and meet your new family- the Marwoods. Saul, Evie, and their two children, David and Eden. 

Time warps in front of you, only a month after you first left Ms. Jude. You found out very quickly that Saul was a mean drunk, and Evie could not- no, would not do anything to stop him. He left their own children alone, of course, but you were an easy target. 

You watch, frozen in terror, as you relive the first time he laid hands on you. David and Eden had made a mess of the house, and although you had tried to clean up before Saul came home, they had broken a valuable family heirloom.

“What a waste of money you were,” he spat. “Don’t you bother comin’ back to this house.”

They were wrong about you, a voice echoes from behind you. A voice you recognize. The man from the ivory gates. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask, looking around blindly for any sign of him. He appears like smoke from the corner of the room. The memory has ended. 

I have been looking for the creations I have lost, he answers. He steps closer to you, and you instinctively shrink back. He’s tall, and pale, dressed in a coat that shimmers in starlight and ends in flames. 

So this is the Creator the Corinthian was talking about. Morpheus.

“The Corinthian is gone,” you say, “He’s not here.” 

The stranger’s eyes flash with anger. Where is he? 

You swallow the fear bubbling in your chest. “I… I don’t know. He left me here.” 

Morpheus disappears in a whirlwind of sand, and you’re alone.

You wake up feeling worse than before. Your head is still throbbing, and there is an amount of dried blood staining the hotel pillow. Someone is trying to open the door. It unlocks, but between the chain lock and the nightstand, there’s no way to get through. 

“Ellis!” you hear the Corinthian yell. “Do you mind telling me what the hell this is all for?” You rush to move the furniture and unlock the door for him. He’s standing with a younger boy. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, “Uh… weird convention.” The Corinthian gives you a look, but he doesn’t press it any further in front of the kid. 

“Alright, Jed,” he says, turning to the kid, “This whole room is yours. Anything you want to watch, anything you want to order from room service, go for it. On one condition.” He gives you a knowing look. “Stay in the room.”

Jed seems fine with the deal and immediately settles in. The Corinthian motions for you to follow him out in the hallway. You grab your bag and put on your aviators, assuming the worst. 

You follow him to the hotel bar, keeping your eyes on the patterned carpet. There’s no way anyone knows what you did to Blade Runner already, but you never know. And you certainly don’t want to meet anyone else like him. 

The Corinthian picks a table at the back and orders a vodka lemonade and a whiskey sour, on the rocks. Just like old times. You try to give the impression that you’re not in full panic mode, and you definitely don’t know you’re surrounded by serial killers. The Corinthian doesn’t buy it. 

“So… I heard something pretty awful happened the other night,” he starts. You frown. 

“Oh?” 

The Corinthian nods, taking a sip of whiskey. “Oh, yeah. Turns out one of these guys was, uh… hunting down fellow collectors. Nimrod found out this morning. Whole room’s covered in blood and photographs of some of us. Cleaning bill’s gonna be a nightmare.”

“That’s, uh… That sounds pretty ominous for a cereal fan,” you reply. 

The Corinthian laughs darkly. “Cut the shit, Ellis,” he says, leaning in close. “You know what we are here. And I know what you did.” 

You take a sip of vodka to calm your nerves and realize your hand is shaking. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. These people are fucking weird, though.” 

He shakes his head. “Ellis, I know what happened. Blade Runner didn’t just kill himself. And I bet you your head hurts pretty bad still, considering all that blood in the room. Now, do you want to tell me what the fuck happened?” 

Your mind is racing with all of the potential bullshit excuses, but you already know you’re screwed. “I didn’t do anything on purpose. They invited me to the panel last night, and I only stayed for a little bit! I wasn’t trying to fuck up, I swear. But between getting killed and being killed, I’m glad that asshole is dead.” 

For once, the Corinthian grins. He raises his glass to clink against yours. “I’ll drink that.”

You sit in silence for a moment. You figure he deserves to know. “He’s looking for you, you know,” you say. 

The Corinthian sets his empty glass down and signals to the bartender for another. “I know.” 

Do you tell him about the dream? That Morpheus found you? The Corinthian sighs. “It’s been over a century. I’d be an idiot not to expect it.” 

“What are you going to do?” 

He smiles. “I’m hoping I won’t have to do a thing. That’s why Jed’s here. That vortex of a girl could take care of Dream in an instant.”

“Vortex?” you ask. 

He nods. “Once every hundred years or so, some poor soul has enough potential to set us free. Dream kills them. Every. Time. Not now, though. Not with her.” 

You pretend that that makes sense, but it doesn’t. 

“I guess I hope it goes well, then,” you reply. 

You want to ask more questions, to tell the Corinthian that Morpheus himself fucking spoke to you, but Nimrod appears and nervously taps on the table. 

“You, uh, you ready for your big speech?” he asks. “We’re getting everything set up in the auditorium right now. 

The Corinthian smiles. “Sounds great. I’ll be there in just a second.” Nimrod nods and quickly walks out of the bar. You don’t understand how one man can look so scared of everything, and still have the balls to murder people for fun. 

The Corinthian turns back to you. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

“Am I supposed to… What am I supposed to do?” you ask. He shrugs. 

“You already know what we are here. Hell, you fit right in, don’t you? Tell you what, get another drink or two, clear your head a bit, and then head down to the auditorium. As long as you don’t suicide anyone, I don’t see the problem.” 

Your stomach turns. “O-okay. Cool.” He signals to the bartender to get you another drink and leaves. When the bartender comes with your next drink, you tip him $20 out of your bag. Something doesn’t feel right. 

I mean, it’s a serial killer convention, of course it’s not right. But something feels off about the day, and you wish the Corinthian didn’t have to leave so soon. You wander into the hotel lobby and practically collapse onto one of the cushioned benches. 

Everything is so overwhelming. You’re surrounded by serial killers- hell, at this point you technically qualify as one of them. And if Morpheus is looking for his creations, only to find you with the Corinthian, you’re surely going to end up dead. Or worse. You don't even know what worse would be, but remembering the fiery look in his eyes, you don’t want to find out. 

“Are you alright, dear? Bit dark in here for glasses, I’d think,” someone says. You look up and come face to face with an older man, wearing a large green overcoat and carrying a peculiar-looking cane. He seems harmless enough, but he’s wearing a name tag that reads The Dutch Uncle. 

Jesus Christ, you cannot catch a break from these assholes. You push your sunglasses farther up onto your face and fake a smile. “I’m fine, thanks,” you say bitterly. 

He looks offended, surprisingly. “My apologies for intruding, really. I’m, uh, I’m not here for the convention.” His eyes widen when he catches the name tag clipped to your sweatshirt. “The Corinthian?” he whispers. 

You nod. “I’m not here for it either. But, yeah, I came with him.”

“And you’re alive?” he asks. 

You want to laugh, but you don’t. “Yes, I’m alive.” 

He takes the seat next to you and leans in with a quiet voice. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but how is that possible?” 

You shrug, trying not to think about the way in which you met the nightmare. There have been too many deaths, too much blood on your hands. You’re exhausted, down to the very bone. Living this long has been tiring, but it’s never been this hectic.

“He’s not interested in me, I guess. He’s looking for someone else.”

The Dutch Uncle looks even more concerned now. “Oh, dear… Then I suppose you already know what he is capable of. Is he still on the premises?” 

You nod towards the auditorium. “He’s about to give a speech, actually. I was about to head in. Did you want to come with me?” 

The Dutch Uncle shakes his head. “No, no I don’t want to do that. I- actually, you said he was looking for someone else. Do you know who that might be?” 

“It’s not you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Some girl. Something about ‘’she’s a vortex’, yadda yadda yadda,” you explain. 

His jaw drops, if only for a moment. “Do you know her name?”

“Rose Walker. He brought her brother here, too. He’s trying to, I don’t know, he said something about setting everyone free. I don’t understand.” 

The Dutch Uncle stands up abruptly. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I need to leave. I happen to have brought Rose Walker here. I- oh, I have made a terrible mistake. I must speak with Lucienne before he gets here.” 

“Good luck, I guess,” you call after him, but he’s already rushing out of the lobby. You sigh and head towards the auditorium. There’s no use missing the Corinthian’s speech. It will probably make you sick to your stomach- again- but it’s better than doing nothing. 

You take a seat at the back of the auditorium, careful to distance yourself from the regular convention members. Nimrod is standing nervously at the front, organizing his notes on the podium. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have some announcements before I introduce our guest speaker. Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone for making the trip this year. I’m glad to see so many of us gathered, if only for a couple of days. Now, the opportunity to be in the running for next year’s cash prize ends at 3PM this afternoon. Please find either myself or the Dark Angel to sign up.” He pauses momentarily, scanning the faces in the crowd. He stops when he notices you in the back. 

“I, uh, I have some bad- rather, some mixed news about our convention this year. Yesterday, the organizers discovered a collector of collectors, if you will, in our midst.” The crowd gasps, but Nimrod, undaunted, continues. “The threat to our cherished community has been extinguished. But it is with utmost disappointment that I tell you Blade Runner has committed the unforgivable deed. Please note that we will be taking extra precautions in the future to avoid another such disturbance.”

He coughs, breaking the silence that follows. The discomfort in the room is palpable, but Nimrod soldiers on. “With the formalities out of the way, it truly is my pleasure now to introduce… a man dear to all of our hearts, a legend in his own lifetime… The Corinthian!” 

A deafening applause breaks out, and you’re drawn to clapping with the rest of them. The blonde nightmare looks pleased with the reception as Nimrod quickly disappears off stage. 

“You know, I don’t usually speak in public,” the Corinthian starts, “but the opportunity of talking to all of you is just too good to pass up. Because you are special people. Very special people…” The nightmare continues, but you’re distracted by someone pulling on your sweatshirt sleeve. It’s Nimrod, and he is visibly pissed. 

“Come with me,” he whispers tersely, and as much as you’d rather fucking not, you follow him out to the back of the auditorium. The maintenance room. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You remember the look he gave you during his speech. He knows you killed Blade Runner. 

“I-I’m not sure what this is about,” you stutter, “but the Corinthian gave me permission to be in the audience. If that’s the problem here.” 

Nimrod glares. “That is very much not the problem here, but I’ll have to take note of his overstepping convention rules. You are not a collector, and you never should have come here.” He’s closing the distance between you now, until you’re backed into one of the cold, metal walls.

“I can leave,” you say, but Nimrod shakes his head. 

“No, I don’t think that’s going to fix things. Blade Runner was an admirable kill, even I’ll admit that, but I don’t believe we can just let you walk out of here.” He’s pulled a syringe out of his pocket, and grins menacingly. “Dark Angel let me borrow some of her supplies for this one. I may have to invest in it. Flunitrazepam, I believe she called it. Makes it easier to truly savor the experience.”

“I thought he killed himself,” you say, sliding along the wall until you’re backed into the very corner. Nimrod pauses. 

“We thought so, as well, until we noticed he must’ve had someone with him. Someone who compelled him. It really wasn’t difficult to trace security footage- granted, it’s all been deleted now. I’m curious, as the Corinthian’s plus-one, who are you, really?”

You eye the door behind you, trying to find a way to stall for time. Nimrod looks fairly old, and you’re probably faster than him. “Nobody, honestly. I’m not anyone. I’m not important,” you reply. The words sting as they leave your mouth. You really don’t fucking matter at all. Even if Nimrod were to gut you like an animal, it wouldn’t make a difference to the universe. 

“I don’t believe that,” he snaps. “What are you, in training? What’s with the glasses?” Before you have a moment to react, he’s snatched them off of your face. 

Shitshitshitshit-

“No,” you say coldly. As Nimrod stares you down, you watch the expression on his face speedrun the five stages of grief. 

“But that’s not possible,” he breathes, “I’ve done everything for Him. Am I not Nimrod, a mighty hunter before the Lord?” 

“Not at all,” you answer, although you know he’s not listening to you. You wish above all that you didn’t have to be a witness the entire time. 

Why now, after a century of wandering the earth, was this happening to you? You’d never wished death on anyone, even the Marlowes. You didn’t believe in any god, for crying out loud! You’d been abandoned by everyone. If there were a god, he owed you. 

Nimrod is crying quietly now, having accepted the fate before him. He plunges the syringe into his chest, and within a minute he is lying on the floor, eyes wide open. He’s still breathing, but you wonder how long that will last. 

Your sunglasses, unfortunately, are a lost cause. They’re crushed underneath his body, and there’s no use in trying to retrieve them. Without a second thought, you rush back to the auditorium. You need to tell the Corinthian that they think it’s his fault. That they’re going to turn on him. 

But you’re too late. 

The audience is silent, eyes closed. Asleep. The nightmare is speaking with a tall man in a flaming coat- Morpheus. You can only catch a part of what they’re saying. The Corinthian is arguing with him, something about humanity. You stand, transfixed in horror, as the nightmare begins to dissipate to sand. 

“I created you poorly, then,” you hear Morpheus say, “As I do uncreate you now.” 

Oh, fuck.

#morpheus x reader #dream x gn! reader #the corinthian #netflix sandman #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless