#i do not regret the choices that led here and would make them again

[bliss-in-the-void]

No bc Satoru has this whole hallucination-dream-limbo sequence where he’s talking to Suguru about how he wanted to give Sukuna his all to get through to him and show him how he understood his loneliness only to have Suguru go “…you’re making me jealous.”

As an author, what Gege did here is genius because that is such a loaded statement to make in response to Satoru processing his fight with Sukuna. It can mean so many different things and we, the audience, are free to interpret exactly how Suguru meant it.

On one hand, you can say he said he was jealous because he wanted to be the one Satoru fought with all his might. He wanted to be as strong as Satoru, to match him in prowess, and hearing that Sukuna was the one to do it instead made him jealous.

On the other hand, you can say that he said he was jealous because Satoru recognized that Sukuna was lonely and wanted to get through to him, something that he was too late to recognize in Suguru when he was descending into madness, and that in turn made Suguru jealous because it was as if Satoru was saying “I recognized the loneliness in him and wanted to do something about it” when he failed to do that same thing with Suguru.

I personally interpret it the second way more (the first one is very valid, but I just see things the second way), because of the next lines.

He made Suguru cry. While laughing. Once again, holy shit is that such a loaded scene. What did Suguru’s tears mean? We have never seen him cry before. Not when Riko died, not at any point when he was losing his mind, not even when he died by Satoru’s hand. So why, when Satoru said he wished Suguru was there to wish him luck before he fought, did he finally get brought to such strong emotion that he cried?

Was it because he was happy to hear that Satoru still thought of him, even in his final moments?

Was it because after all these years, Satoru never thought ill of him and pictured him there beside him, and he was relieved?

Was it because he regretted making the choices he did that led to him not being there by Satoru’s side?

Or, in a very indirect way, was it an admission of love from Satoru that made Suguru happy?

I wonder that, because of these panels from Chapter 238:

Kashimo asked Sukuna, “if you’re so satisfied being alone, why did you refuse to die and turn yourself into cursed fingers?”

Sukuna’s response is, “Love is worthless. I’ve never needed anyone to satisfy me.”

Which is a directly opposing statement to the one that Satoru had just made to Suguru.

Sukuna: I only have to worry about myself and I get to do as I please. I am satisfied by myself. I don’t need love.

Satoru: I worried about everyone else my entire life and I was controlled by the society. I was not satisfied, but I would have been if you had been there with me, Suguru.

That. Is. Powerful. Those panels imply that love is what made Satoru weak. He did not feel complete because he didn’t have Suguru. He had all of the power in the world, he had status, he had students that depended on him, other friends even, and he still was not satisfied because Suguru wasn’t there.

Sukuna on the other hand recognized how detrimental love was because of what it did to people, how it made them weak, and he decided he didn’t need it.

Those panels were such an indirect-direct conversation between Satoru and Suguru.

Essentially, they were saying:

Suguru: You fought with all of your might and I wish that you recognized my loneliness so that I could have been there with you

Satoru: I was at the peak of my power and I had the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I was allowed to go all-out to fight yet I just wanted you to be there with me

It’s just. Ugh. They’re saying they want each other in the most infuriatingly roundabout way.

#ive been wanting to talk abt this for a minute #just. the language. #satisfaction relative to love #it’s all related #satoru was not satisfied because he didnt have the person he loved #sukuna has abandoned all need for satisfaction and love because they are weaknesses #satosugu #jjk meta #satosugu meta #stsg #sgst #sugusato #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers

[aliceattheart]

Can I request a Yandere Alastor, Vox, and Valentino(separate) please?

Yan! Hazbin Hotel x AFAB reader

Yeah! I totally don't mind at all :]

Sadly at the moment the only character I feel comfortable with writing for is Alastor. I don't know much about Vox and Valentino. I do apologize 😭

I kinda skimmed it for slight spelling mistakes. All in all, I got it done. :D

Yan! Alastor

Alastor is deadly obsessed with your scent. That's what led the Doll maker to you. His little Doll.

Alastor is sickened with existential possessive tranquility. To gaze at your smile only makes him yearn for your touch.

It was only a matter of time before he put his nerves beside and spoke to you. "Well hello there Miss, may I aquire a little bit of your precious time." Kissing the back of your hand. The charmer he appears to be. With a mouth full of sharp teeth and sharp claws. You found it weird that he was so gentle.

You have no one to blame for failing madly in love with his elegant charm and sweet voice. A voice that carried endless symphonies of love and no regrets.

You were content with his lack of Physical affection but none the less you did want to embrace and fall into his lips. He would give in every now and again but you couldn't shake of the somber ravenous guilty of intimacy.

Deciding that you couldn't keep a facade, you wanted to break things off. "Y/n, my Moon in the Red sky. Are you saying you don't want me?" When he put it that way you feel disgusted with yourself. But you can't give in.

"Alastor, my heart yearns for something more. Something you can't give. It's not because you've failed to love me. I'm just greedy and selfish."

The last words that came out of your mouth. Did you really mean it? After that you started to spill like an over flowing sink. Words you've never thought came out. "I was wrong for ever thinking of leaving you. I'll stay with you for all eternity, even if I don't have that. In death I wouldn't want to part from you." You were confused and apparently your mouth wasn't listening to your wants and demands.

Alastor sat facing you with big dark eyes, smiling benevolently at you. Opening his mouth to speak he said. "Y/n, you are my muse I can't just let you run off. No need to think or hide away. Let's keep you as my favorite Doll for all eternity, please?" He formed it as a question but in reality he wasn't giving you a choice.

With a snap of his fingers your body became silent to your pleads for movement. Alastor humming a tune, picked you up. You felt like a sack of potatoes heavy, yet weightless in his arms. Opening a demon circle to his residence. He proceeds to take you to his basement. Strapping you into a chair.

"My Sweet Doll Face. He whispered into your left ear. "This will only hurt for a while. I shall break you and put you back together. For my love for you is true. You shall move to my wishes and mine alone. Your heart shall not want for more." He kissed your lips. And sewn them shut.

For the first time in all your existence you wanted to beg for mercy, to god. Irony isn't, you couldn't speak.

Alice here :D

I this would be my first ever request. I want to make it short. In the future I'll specify the characters I right for. I pray that I'll be able to build the courage and make a Master list.

#alastor x reader #yandere #yancore #hazbin hotel #dead dove do not eat #fanfic

[mi-dori]

❦𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓❦

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Prompt: In which your girlfriend teaches you how to play the violin.

Warnings: None

!!Modern Au!!

Growing up you always wanted to play the violin. Seeing your older siblings play it awakened the burning passion to make music with that magnificent instrument; however, as time flew by, you were always occupied with other stuffs, making it difficult to make time for violin practice. Eventually, you gave up trying as nothing seemed to work out in terms of your music interest.

Years later, after you met your now girlfriend, Kafka, your passion for violin awakened all of sudden. Now it didn't occur to you why it happened, it just happened out of the blue and you didn't really put much thought into it again as you were in your final year of collage.

Kafka was rich- not just being a CEO rich, she was rich rich. Her ancestors were rich and that wealth passed down from generation to generation. Since finals were coming up, Kafka wanted you to move in with her so she could take care of you during your sessions of studying and having mental breakdowns. You didn't think it was a bad idea so you did move in, not regretting that decision for a bit as Kafka kept her promise.

Every minute of the day you had maids tending you, asking you if you wanted anything to eat or drink, the basic questions that maids would ask. Kafka even had your own study room made specifically for you and it helped alot since it was quiet and had a nice view.

When you finally wrote all of your exams, you were beyond thrilled, knowing that studying was over. You ran and plunged on the bed, exhaling deeply as Kafka looked at you with a warm smile. "Guess I'll be having you all to myself now huh?~"

You looked at her and giggled softly as you crawled over to her. "I was giving you attention while I was studying."

"Hehe really? Those small little pecks shouldn't even in under kiss category. Those pecks had no energy inside them."

"Well you can't blame me for focusing so hard," you dramatically sighed. With a chuckle, Kafka straddled your lap, bringing you into a kiss. She poured every inch of her love and passion for you into that kiss; entangling her fingers into your hair to deepen the it.

As air became a problem, she pulled away, moving her kisses down to your neck. "K-kafka.." you moaned out, making her hum in response.

"Yes my dear?~"

"Not today I'm tired," you whined out, burying your head in the crook of her neck. She chuckled and pulled away with an amused expression.

"Alright my dear. Come, let me show you something." She got up and pulled you off the bed, ignoring your protests and whines for laying back down.

Kafka led you to a room that was located on the upper floor of her home. "Are you ready?" She asked, standing with her back facing the golden door. You nodded, no energy in your body. With a smirk, Kafka opened the door to reveal a large music room.

Your jaw dropped to the floor upon being greeted by the many instruments that were spread across the entire room. It was truly an amazing sight to see, and in that moment, you felt like a child again. Kafka wrapped her arms around you from behind, "do you like it? Look over there." She pointed at a corner and you saw a violin there.

"A violin?"

"Hmm yeah. Your older brother told me how you used to love the violin and always wanted to learn. I had to take violin lessons when I was younger, I didn't had a choice and maybe because of being forced to do so, I started hating it but then...after I met you and I was told of your situation, I welcomed violin back into my life." You listened to her story intently, Kafka had the opportunity to learn violin everyday and you didn't.

"Can you teach me? I-I've always wanted to learn."

"Oh yes darling I will. You're the only reason why I bought a violin recently," she walked over to the violin, picked it up and then walked over to you. "Here, hold this." She directed you on how to properly hold the violin. It was your first time holding a violin so close and you couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement coursing through your veins. "Oh?~ I could literally see the joy written all over your face," she chuckled as she kissed your forehead.

"It's... it's just that this is the first time I've held a violin. It's a nice moment for me so don't laugh!"

"I won't I won't. But... the first thing to remember is that..." she walked around you, stopping so her mouth was close to your ears, "playing with violin requires flexible fingers... are your fingers... flexible enough?~" you gulped as her hot breath hit your ears before you took a deep breath and turned her teasing around.

"Do I have flexible fingers? Only you should know that~"

"Hmm~ it seems I've forgotten if you did. Come~ remind me,my dear~"

That night, instead of violins being played, you played with Kafka.

#honkai star rail kafka #hsr kafka x reader #honkai star rail kafka x reader #hsr kafka #kafka x reader #kafka x you #kafka #kafka hsr #kafka honkai star rail

[cup1dt3a]

Heeeeeeeeey I saw you write about wally, I was wondering if you could do one of wally the stalker? the reader watched it since he was young then he stopped watching it but still wally chased him, i think he writes right english is not my native language

Tysm for the request! Hope your day is going well or gets better!And don’t worry your English is pretty good mines also bad sometimes T_T

“ Please be a bunny Wally please!” You said crossing your fingers.

“ I think I’ll paint a bunny! What a great idea!” He cheered.

You were watching your favorite show “ Welcome Home”. The best show in your opinion! You’ve loved the show ever since your parents left you alone to put in whatever you wanted while they went somewhere else sometimes watching the show with you or to the kitchen one or the other mostly. You were too busy watching Wally and his friends. Wally was your number one favorite! Along with Julie!

This show was all that you would talk about and sit through for hours on end. Unless you had school or wanted to go outside. You loved the show and vowed to never stop watching it it was sooo amazing! Who would ever not want to watch this it’s too amazing!?

“ Yay! You’re so amazing Wally!” You exclaimed jumping up and down.

Everything was so amazing right now you’ll never stop watching this show youd rather die than stop watching this!

Everything was so horrible! Right now you are regretting so much and so many choices that led you to these horrible migraines!

You stared up at the ceiling not wanting to get out of your bed. Groaned as your alarm clock squawked at you again to get up. It’s not like you had anything to do today so you don’t know why you set an alarm. Must’ve been out of habit. That’s the second time this week when an alarm went off when you just wanted to sleep in. It’s only 10am so you decided to go back to sleep shutting the alarm off. After a few hours you finally woke up without the annoying alarm to disrupt your slumber. It was now 12:30 so you did what anyone would do. Sit in your room all day and watch TV.

That was until you suddenly got a text from your parents. They have been so paranoid since you got your own house. You agreeed either way to come over just to ease their worries and see them. You had lived at least 3 hours away from them so it’s rare you ever really saw them. You stretched out popping your back before going to get dressed.

“ Oh! How’s my baby been?” She exclaimed with opened arms to a tight hug you think she might even be picking you off the ground.

“ Very well actually a little sleep deprived but well.” You said as she rolled her eyes with an “ of course.”

You chuckled at her “ enthusiasm” just happy to see her and your father you had no idea was at the moment. As you asked she just pointed out the window with him tending to his garden. Ever since you had gotten your own house he’s done nothing but treat his garden like his own child. Good for him to have a hobby but you were convinced he literally thought of it as his baby. You literally once saw him having a full on conversation with his damn petunias.

“ So how’s it been? “ you asked her while she replied “ It’s been well just missing my baby.”

You sighed as you both chatted for a while. A few jokes here and there and just catching up. You hadn’t been at the house in two months so it was refreshing to have some familiarity. Your mother then went onto talking about your fathers “favorite child” a.k.a what you called his garden and just remenicing over what you would do as a child.

“ Oh come on _____ you used to just love Welcome home you’d make so many drawings. You even spray painted your hair blue! And made us pain your room the color of what’s his name…Walter? No Wally! Yes Wally’s pants!” She laughed as you frowned in embarrassment.

“ Uh that blue spray paint was such a dumb idea though. Blue really isn’t your color honey. Plus you turned all the bathtubs blue. ” She said looked at a picture of you with blue hair spray paint.

Now starting to remember all the cringey things you did as a dumb kid. Jeez! You were literally obsessed with that show! You wondered how you even forgot it form how much you idolized it. The your mother took a picture you had drawn out it was of you and Wally. As stick figure’s wow you were such a Picasso. An art exhibit would want this in the garbage.

“ It’s my favorite along with the pictures of you trying to hug the Tv.” She giggled.

“ Why Yes! Mother dearest it fucking fell on top of while while you laughed your ass off. Such amazing memories.” You sarcastically announced.

“ Listen just because you moved out does not mean I won’t shove a bar of soap into your mouth.” She stated upset for you using such ill language.

You apologized with a chuckled before hugging her seeing it was getting late. You went outside to try and find your dad. You went over to his garden to see him chattering with them while watering his favorite marigolds. He had waved over to you upon seeing your arrival hugging you as you came over. You both just quickly chatted for a bit due to your long trip. It wasn’t anything your mother couldn’t fill him in on so eventually after saying your goodbyes as you hugged them.

You got into the car taking off just before a pair of dark eyes watched you in though the corner of your mirror.

While you told your parents everything you hadn’t told them one thing. You had a bit of a stalker situation as you’ve been calling it. Every morning you’d receive an envelope with a heart shaped sticker keeping it together sometimes red or pink. But every time you checked them out they had the weirdest thing written on them. Things such as

“ My sweet dreamer you looked so beautiful sleeping I couldn’t help but never take my eyes off you” red meant they would be very creepy.

“ I miss you my sweet dreamer. Do you miss me? I love you so much. Do you love me?” The pink ones were sweet but just…so odd because you hadn’t been seeing anyone at the moment and they always said I miss you.

But this time when you got home it had and apple sticker on the envelope and was here a lot earlier than expected.

“ I see you went back home. Did you miss me? Do you remember me now? I love you <3.”

“ Wow another letter from my stalker how lovely.” You sighed.

You brought the letter to the police station as always.

“ This is the 7th time this week and they know I went to my parents house. Shouldn’t this be enough to have some kind of investigation?” You asked as they shook their head saying what they always did “ I’m sorry but there isn’t enough evidence for us to make it an investigation of any sort.”

You nodded before stomping off once you got outside. This was ridiculous. Everytime you were trying to get help they turned you down. It’s like you with your ex Timmy. Like seriously Timmy Turner Who? But besides that you just wanted to know if someone was either in your house or somehow got access to it. You didn’t have the money for cameras or for the power bill to run your phone all night while it charged. Sure you were a bit of a cheapskate but what if you need the money. You’d rather die than be in debt to the power company! You refuse to be their bitch!

You angrily poured plopping yourself down onto the sofa to watch Tv. As you flipped through the channels you saw a familiar logo show. You hurriedly flipped back to it. The Welcome Home logo and theme song suddenly appeared. The bright and colorfully vibrant show blinded you for a second before you eyes adjusted to it. As you watched the episode you had started to unlock old memories. Such as those being your favorite episodes and two Wally Darling.

“ Omg! I remember this!….Wow Frank is such a mood and underrated. Ha! And they say he’s the straight man? He’s done nothing it give Eddie bedroom eyes.” You chuckled chatting throughout the show.

All was going well before Wally asked what to paint.

“ Well Neighbor what should I paint today?” He asked tilting his head looking at the audience.

“ Eddie and Frank kissing!” You shouted getting super pumped up from the show like you used to.

It was relaxing really to think back to your old childhood memories. Remembering all the fun you had and innocence you once had too. But your mindset was now back onto it.

“Hmmm? Eddie and Frank kissing that such a bold thing to request but I’d rather it be me and you my sweet~.” He smoothly said while you where left speechless.

“ Damn the writers were thirsty for this episode.” You said fanning yourself wondering how it was so smooth.

“ Oh no my sweet no one had written these lines all of them were made by me. I’ve been so sad without you won’t you stay around longer neighbor.

Oh shit

Two posts on one day Yay! I’m on a roll will it be three next? Not sure but this turned into a crack fic so quickly hope @blu3n you enjoyed it and it was up to your standards! And ty all sm for supporting me! I really appreciate you all for the sweet comments you leave! Hope you are all doing well or that things get better for you <333

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💌

#wally welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home #welcome home x reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: not self-harm scars, but there are mentions of war/battle and violence, talks of being a prisoner of war

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

Legolas’ is here. 

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: You’ve been in many battles, fights and wars. And your s/o is seeing your scars for the first time. 

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

・It was late evening, both of you had had your supper, but even after you had finished eating, you were still sitting at the oak table

・Unwinding, you were both relaxing after a big day

・Aragorn was smoking pipeweed, and you were happy with your wine

・The snow was falling outside and you were both rugged up

・The conversation from the day had found its way into your chambers 

・Although there was no threat of war, it was still spoken about since Aragorn was the ruler 

・He was no stranger to seeing the horrors of war, it was drastically different when he saw the effects of it on your body

・He was devastated. 

・His gruff voice asked about what you had been through

・Aragorn filling both your cups in celebration of surviving 

・Though neither of you were drunk, the affect of the drink was starting to make you both loosen up

   “Do you regret them?” Aragorn said suddenly, breaking the impregnated silence

    “I don’t.” You said after a while, insinuating that you didn’t see your scars as a negative thing 

   It was quiet for a while. But not the type of silence that was awkward. Nothing with Aragorn felt awkward, nothing. 

    After taking another sip from your cup, you asked him the same, “Do you?” 

“For some...I do.” 

・He said it without looking in your eyes

・And he took a long puff of his pipe. After blowing the smoke from his mouth, he reached across the table and took ahold of your hand

   “I just want you to know. I love you.”

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

・She hadn’t been in many battles herself, so seeing your scars took her breath away

・Many long slices that had healed badly, some healed well

・All depending on how many healers had been there during the fights 

・Eowyn’s long hair travelled down her back in a braid that you had done earlier

・Making it so her hair didn’t fall in her face as she trained 

    “That looks like it hurt,” she said absentmindedly, reaching out to stroke the reddish coloured scar. 

  Without meaning to, you laughed and nodded enthusiastically. “It bloody did.”

・Her heart broke for you

・But she laughed lightly at your response

・You were both standing, staring out the window which overlooked the village below

・Her hand snaked down to yours and squeezed 

   “I’m sorry,” she whispered, entwining her fingers, still looking out the window

“Thank you, but I did what I had to do. And this is what came of it.” 

・She turned to you then, and leant her forehead against yours

“I won’t let you get hurt again.” 

    “And I you.” 

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

・Sighed when he saw them, hanging his head in defeat. “I wish you never had to go through that.”

 You smiled at him, “No other choice, my lord.” 

・Although you meant the name as a joke, a teasing nickname, he took it in a different way - 

・Like he could have somehow stopped this from happening. That he had the power to stop it. 

・He was very upset

・And went to sit by himself for a bit

・You didn’t go after him; sometimes people just need time to process their feelings. In other words - to feel their emotions...and work through them

・When he came back, Boromir got on both of his knees and held your hand against his face. 

・Shocked, you let him lead the situation

    “Y/n, forgive me. Please forgive me.” 

・Your shock didn’t waver, it didn’t falter - only grew

“Boromir, why would you ask for my forgiveness?” You knelt as well, so you were on the same level.

    “Because your family has lived in my kingdom for so long. Every decision my forefathers have made led you to endure this. They are to blame, and therefore, I am to blame.” 

・Tears welled in both of your eyes and he stroked his thumb against your cheek

       “I will not forgive you. Because there is no need for you to apologise. I know you will be a just ruler, but I will not have you apologise for my decisions.”

・Kneeling, he took you in his arms and hugged you fiercely. His hand firmly holding your head to his chest. 

𝐀𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧

・Her gentle voice soothes you, it was the end of another battle and she was healing your wounds 

・As your partner, she tended to you without breaks. You had your own rooms that she took you to, getting help from the other’s to move you to the bed

・She was with you day and night

・So she saw your scars when you were unconscious and her heart broke from what she saw

・Arwen never wanted you to go through the hateful thing that was war. And seeing the results of that on your skin made her want to kill every person who did that to you

・When you finally awoke, she was asleep next to you

・But the moment you stirred, she jumped up and hurried to your side

    “My love, how do you feel?” 

“...sore,” you said in a croaky mumble 

・She smiled, going to get you some salve and drink that would mull the pain 

・When you realised you were topless, you deflated

・And when she came back, you stared at her, trying to see if anything had changed in her since seeing your scars 

・When you were about to talk, she beat you to it 

    “Yes, I’ve seen them. And I’m sorry you went through that.” 

・You were glad she spoke, because you still didn’t have the strength to explain 

・It was like Arwen could sense it; or maybe she just understood beings better than most. Because she didn’t push for it, she didn’t ask you too many questions. 

   “I can do my best to fade them as well, if you wish.”

・It took you a while to decide, but at the end of it. You decided against it. 

   “They’re apart of my story.”

・And again, she understood. 

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫 (this is where talks of being a prisoner of war is)

・You were both up late talking about life and the conversation went to war and what you had both experienced

・A deep conversation that you both didn’t intend on having 

・It was late night, with the stars above you, a fire in front of you and two pales of ale next to you

・Faramir didn’t mean for the conversation to go to a darker place 

・But you were in the beginnings of your courtship and you wanted to learn more about each other 

・It wasn’t until you took off your large jacket and left on your undershirt that he noticed the raised slices on your skin

・He took a sharp intake of breath, seeing your arms alone...it broke his heart to see just how hard you had fought for what you believe in

・Faramir didn’t know how to bring it up, but you knew what he was talking about

・You had been a prisoner of war, and had been tortured for information...but still held strong. They got nothing out of you but a bunch of spitting and swears 

・It was Aragorn who had found you, and both you and Faramir were eternally grateful 

・But Faramir hadn’t seen how bad the orcs had hurt you

・Their brutality was obvious and it took everything in Faramir not to scream out in agony and hatred

・You, who he loved so much. Who made him feel whole, who made him feel like the world made sense, who gave him a purpose - a will to live

・The fact that someone had hurt you so badly... he wished he could return the favour a hundred times over 

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[poisonedprose]

Hiya! Ignore if you want but I too think there's been too much smut as of late so here's my lil idea:

The Other Woman. (x 141 dude of choice)

For once the reader is taking the backseat. The reader watches the guy they've secretly fallen in love with, love someone else.

Maybe it's a party/get together setting. Reader is across the room watching the interactions unfold bc that's all they could do choosing to not ruin a perfectly good friendship.

₊˚✧ three ice cubes — in which simon is the one who got away

simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

warnings: 0.7kk words, angst, self deprocation, flirty old man, idk

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The ice in the glass of wine in your hand had melted long ago. You should have listened when all the older folks told you not to add those three pesky ice cubes. The taste is almost even more unbearable than it was before. But you weren't paying much attention to the beverage, your eyes were only focused on one thing. And that thing was flirting with another woman.

Ghost, or rather Simon Riley, well, there really wasn't much to say about him. He was a mysterious man but that didn't stop you from stupidly falling in love with him. You knew it was a suicide mission, falling in love with the one man you could never have. You were playing a fool's game, trying to win first place, but was there even a prize? 

He took her hand, you watched with intent eyes, your grip on the glass tightening. You were never one to keep your composure. She seemed so different than you, polar opposites. It urked you like nothing else ever has. You knew there were more important things to worry about, like the mission you were currently on, like finding the target which was the whole point of this party, but nothing else seemed greater as he led her to the dance floor. 

He looked nice for once, his suit pressed perfectly on his body. But you couldn't focus on what he looked like when she was right there. God, you couldn't even blame him for choosing her. You'd choose her too. They danced to the slow song that played and while her head rested on his shoulder he scanned the room, looking for the target. His eyes land on you though. You don't look away, simply sending him a small nod before taking a sip of the alcohol in your hands. 

He doesn't reciprocate the nod, he just stares. His expression was unreadable, as always. The two of you lock eyes. You can't help but feel dirty, looking at him with lust and love while his hands were on his girlfriend's waist. She was a nice person, she didn't deserve this. But neither did you.

You sigh and look away, turning your body to walk into the kitchen. You push the door open, walking in with little to no motive but with the way your hips swung, you looked determined. The kitchen was almost empty, save for a few older men playing poker on the island, with empty beer bottles littered all around them. One of them looked up at you, sending you a toothy grin. Was he flirting? 

You don't even bother trying to acknowledge it, he would never be Simon. It's like, without even meaning to, he ruined your perception of every other man to ever walk the earth. You sighed as you dumped the wine down the sink, setting the glass on the counter. You needed to focus, on things that mattered and not on Simon and his lover. He had every right to fall in love with her, he didn't owe you anything. 

It stung, knowing that no matter what you did, you could never win over his cold heart. It almost makes you regret everything you've done to try and please him. You wrecked yourself over and over again to get him to see you but none of it ever caught his attention. You were the only one playing the fool's game, but still, somehow you were still in last place. It seemed you'd never know if there was a prize to win. 

It was okay for now, it had to be. Your friendship with him had to be enough. You weren't going to ruin someone's life because of your own selfish needs. There would be other men for you, or maybe there wouldn't. Only time could tell what was to come, and maybe time would bring you Simon. With every passing second a sliver of your hope was shattered but with every passing minute twice the hope was restored. 

It felt like an endless game, starting for champions. You couldn't blame the 'game' though, the only one who turned you into a fool was yourself. You pour yourself another glass of wine, filling it only halfway before grabbing three ice cubes and dropping them into the glass. They float around, two ice cubes frozen together. They seemed to be hugging for warmth, and the other was far away. And every time it tried to get closer, swimming in the wine to reach the others, they would swim farther. It was an endless chase.  

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#! ✪ ₊˚✧ cod . #ghost angst #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

[scientia-rex]

Rural Family Medicine Is Great And Exhausting

Today, I saw 21 patients, I prescribed medication for an abortion, I started a patient on hospice, I placed on IUD, I started a transgender patient on anti-androgens, I saw someone with a one in a million genetic disease, I comforted a queer person who just lost their spouse to cancer, I adjusted psychiatric meds for a schizophrenic patient with profound paranoia who is tremendously kind. I saw two employees of my clinic. I saw a doctor's spouse.

Every day is different. I do IUD insertions, Nexplanon insertions, colposcopies, skin biopsies, cyst removals, toenail removals, greater occipital nerve blocks, shoulder and knee injections. I treat blood pressure and diabetes and atrial fibrillation and congestive heart failure, like all generalists do. I treat things specialists would see in the city because we have a tiny handful of specialists. I could work in the hospital again if I wanted to. I could go back to delivering babies if I wanted to. I see pediatric patients, I see patients over 100 years old. I see psychiatric patients who simply do not have access to a psychiatrist because there are never more than five of them to serve an area of 70,000 people, scattered across our geography. I diagnose cancers and rheumatologic diseases. I am forced, on a daily basis, to become a better version of myself--more aware of the system I work in, more underlying medical knowledge.

I love my work. It takes most of me. I don't have kids, and I'm glad, because I wouldn't be able to work like this and I love my work. I don't regret the choices that I've made that led me here.

I'm turning thirty-nine this year. I worked in so many different jobs, took so many different classes, volunteered and read and wrote and experimented with who I was and who I wanted to be. You have time. You can become the version of yourself that can make you happy. There is no single endpoint, no moment when you get to stop and go, that's it, I'll just calcify in place now. You are a human. You are meant to keep moving and changing and growing. That scared the shit out of me when I was younger and came from a deeply unstable home and all I wanted was peace. I wanted to be able to rest. But you can't stagnate and call it peace.

My life has worth beyond what it's worth to me. That's what I wanted. I wanted the bliss of service. I wanted to be of service. And in my own way, in my own time, on my own terms, I am.

#the attending dr. kristophine

[emotionalcraney]

The Weight Of The World

F!Donatello x gn! reader

Word Count - 2K

Genre - mostly fluff, angst to comfort, established relationship (friendship)

Warnings - Anxiety attack??? (please let me know how to categorize this properly)

Summary - The Apocalypse was finally staring to weigh on you, and when everything gets to much, he’s there to comfort you.

A/N - First post on this blog! Please enjoy what I came up with in the shower.

It was too much.

All your choices had led you here.

You must be living in the bad timeline.

It all essentially came crushing down after Raph died. The reality had finally kicked in. You had met the turtles only a few years ago, and you never imagined that all your silly adventures would result to this. It all happened too fast.

Now, here you were.

Trying to somehow live; knowing that one of your friends was gone forever. All the regrets, dreams and actual events replayed on your mind, all of them loud and overlapping. One after another, shouting. Getting louder. And louder. And louder. An-

You heard something break.

The mug you’d grabbed earlier had slipped out of your hands.

“Oh.”

When did you even grab that mug? How much time had passed since you had gotten up? Where even where you? What were you doing?

You looked at your hand. It was shaking violently. Then, you looked at your surroundings. You were in the base’s cafeteria? At least that made some sort of sense.

But.

The place was empty.

Well, all except for Leo. One of the only people you didn’t want to see you like this.

Leo just stared right back at you. He was mostly confused, but he also had that face that meant you were in trouble.

“What are you doing?” He asked blatantly.

You just stared back.

“You shouldn’t be up. You have shift tomorrow,” He said with a strict tone.

“I do?” You asked in sincerity.

“Why are you here?”

“I… I don’t really know.”

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds and sighed. He sounded so tired all the time, but this time, you felt that tiredness slip through his mask more.

“Why is it always you and Donnie?” He said with a tired look in his eyes.

He then got up from his seat and went towards you. Without another word exchanged, he grabbed you by your waist and put you over his shoulder.

Usually, he did this when you overworked yourself. Whenever someone would overwhelm themselves, he would put them in a special room to make people relax and let them rest. The most frequent users of that room were, Donnie, followed by you, followed by Mikey.

The only person who would never use it was Leo.

Usually, you would try to fight against his efforts and tell him you were fine. That you needed to get back to work and that it was imperative to keep doing something.

But today, you just sat there. Limp.

A part of you knew that you needed to rest in order to do anything that was actually productive.

Leo had seen all types of reactions when he dragged people to the resting room, as he liked to call it. Screaming, crying, full-on panic, and even defeat, just like you were doing now.

He knew why you were acting so different now. He felt the same, and he was glad that in a way you were letting yourself be helped.

After walking for quite a bit, you guys finally reached the resting room. He dropped you off in the room and quickly left, due to his own tiredness.

It was strange. The whole time you were being taken to this room, it felt as if you were watching all the events in a bird’s-eye-view. It felt like an out of body experience. And you were still in trace, too focused to notice who was to the bed next to you.

“What are you in for?”

Confused by the new voice, you looked around and met eyes with none other than Donnie.

“Huh?”

“What are you in for?” He said more slowly, figuring you were still processing his sentence.

“Oh. I think I broke again.”

“Oh? What happened this time?”

You and Donnie would have a similar conversation to this almost every other week. It wasn’t out of the blue at all.

“I don’t even know.” You said sincerely.

“Well, that’s probably why Leo sent you over here.”

“Yeah. This actually might be the first time I’m glad he did.”

Donnie gave you a confused look. Almost everyone on base agreed that if you were sent to the resting room, it was a punishment. Even after how much Leo preached about how it was for everyone’s own good.

Donnie and you were the main people promoting the resting room as a punishment, so hearing you say that you were okay being sent here set off a flag or two in his brain.

“What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing! Why are you in?” You asked, trying to ignore what was making you so overwhelmed.

You liked talking to Donnie. His ramblings were fun to follow as well as see. His passion was clear every time he went into lecture mode. So, since you were given the opportunity, you wanted to unwind by listening to Donnie.

Donnie didn’t want to switch topics, but he wanted to respect your boundaries. He also wasn’t sure you were okay enough to process what had made Leo send you here.

“Well, I’ve been working on something new to help us win this war. This time, it will be different. Leo just doesn’t get it, and since I’ve been working nonstop this week, he sent back to time out.”

“Sounds like Leo.” You said, letting out a small smile.

Seeing you smile made Donnie feel a bit more relieved and he also smiled.

After a moment or two of silence, you realized you were sleepy.

“Hey, you know what, I think I’m gonna lay down on the extra beds.”

“Go right ahead. I drank enough coffee to finish my newest project and now I have to deal with the consequences.”

“Okay, good night, Don! ”

“Night.”

He chuckled to himself. Even when you were obviously not feeling well, you had enough energy to be cheery and positive. He had no idea how you did it.

When you got yourself comfortable in that bed, you went out like a light. You clearly had no idea how much your body needed to just rest uninterrupted. That was a bad habit you had picked up in the years: You always burned yourself out to the point of complete exhaustion.

But of course, your body couldn’t actually let you rest.

Even when you were asleep, your body had to haunt you with dreams of the past and nightmares about the possible future. The bad times where exaggerated, the future what if’s were exaggerated, even the good times where exaggerated to look bad.

It was a mess of an abridged version of your life, They were parts of your life sloppily meshed together to show all the cons of your life. How your life was actually terrible and you were living in a nightmare. How you weren’t strong enough to deal with it, let alone save the ones you loved. How it was your fault for not being there since the beginning.

You fussed around the bed uncontrollably, unable to wake up and get out from the nightmares. They got worse and worse each time.

Until eventually you woke up in a cold sweat.

You were breathing heavily and gripping the bedsheets so tight your fingers hurt from the force you were using.

Alarmed by all the fussing to eventual heavy breathing, Donnie came to check on you.

“Hey! What happened? Are you okay?”

You were unable to respond to him as more thoughts and voices filled your brain. All you could do was stare down and try to take deep breaths, but your attempts were frail. You curled into a ball hoping everything could stop. All the voices. All the memories. All the thoughts.

Donnie slowly moved towards you and wondered what he was supposed to do. He had never seen you so distraught. It was disheartening to him. It seemed impossible. How can someone so positive and cheery be so torn down? Well, the apocalypse had really done a number on a lot of people. It didn’t seem that impossible anymore.

Still he had no idea how to comfort you, so following his own understanding of comfort, he tried saying a couple of things.

“Uh, do you want to talk about it?”

At his words, you looked towards him and tried to speak. You tried to say you were okay, that you didn’t need help. But, your throat was dry and no words could come out.

He noticed this, and tried to think of a way to help you. He was probably the last person anyone would think of to comfort them. Not good with feelings and emotions, let alone empathy.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I don’t know what’s wrong, but, let your feelings out. It’s healthier to feel what you feel rather than bottle up your emotions.” As he was saying this, he tried to keep eye contact with you and show interest in you.

You kept staring at him, but now you felt some sort of relief. The fact that Donnie was going so far out of his comfort zone in order to try and help you made you internally smile.

Unsure of what else to do, he gently patted your back twice.

“Do you, uh need anything?” He was running out of ideas of what else to do, so he decided to ask you directly in hopes that you would direct him.

Once again, you opened your mouth to speak and say that you needed nothing else, but your vocal cords did not cooperate. You wanted to tell him that he’d done enough, and that you were thankful for it. He had already gone so very out of his comfort zone just for you.

But you just kept crying and making unusual sounds in an attempt to speak.

Donnie was startled by your behavior and in an act of desperation, he wrapped his arms around you.

That was the goal, but your position limited his attempt to comfort you.

Nonetheless, it did it’s job.

It comforted your inconsolable state and let you be close to someone you loved. And in his end, Donnie felt good being able to help you feel more calm. That’s why he always wore himself out: So he could help those he deeply cared about.

Now it was him who couldn’t speak.

It was not so often that Donnie was left speechless or without something to say, but after he’d said everything he knew to comfort you, he couldn’t find anything else to say. This was one of a small percentage of times he would initiate physical contact with anyone, and it just meant that he trusted you.

And that it was okay.

You felt safe in his arms.

Your crying had finally slowed down.

And so, feeling relaxed, you let you weigh fall into his arms.

He was scared at first, he thought you’d passed out when he felt you go limp. But, he soon realized that you felt safe around him and you wanted him to know that.

So, in turn, he sat down on the bed with you and held you closer.

For a while, it was just him and you. Holding on to each other as if the world was ending. Which to be fair, it was. But that’s not why you were there together. It was because you both cared.

“…thank..you…” You were finally able to respond.

“No problem,” He quickly responded back.

Another few minutes of silence and just hugging passed between you and him.

“Would you, like me to do anything else to comfort you?” He asked, trying to sound confident, but clearly with a shy hidden tone.

“..just…stay..please,” was all you were able to mutter back.

“Of course.” He said, content with how the night had led him.

You were finally able to rest for a full night.

And the next morning, you were met with quite the surprise: Donnie, belly down, laying perfectly still on top of you.

He was heavy, but it wasn’t a suffocating weight. Rather a weight that made you feel grounded and secure. It was like every moment you had with him, you never wanted it to end.

Because it made you forget the kind of world that was waiting right outside your doors.

#donatello #donatello hamato #rottmnt #donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donatello #my fic #writing #my writing #fluff #angst to comfort #light angst

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

no more what ifs - a goro akechi meta

Inspired by a meta I reblogged a bit ago. It was really good and you should read it, as it serves as a good companion piece to this analysis, but it didn't analyze the song through the specific lens I personally believe it's meant to be seen through--that is, the Third Semester/Maruki's reality. Don't get me wrong, I think the song can be applied to Akechi in general, just that we can't truly understand the depths of its meaning unless we view it through the lens of what Akechi is feeling in the Third Semester. Needless to say, that's what I'll be doing here.

People come and they go Some people may stay with you though I am all alone tonight and I kept on Asking myself questions

Akechi has lived most of his life alone. People have come and gone temporarily, but no one has really stuck until Joker entered his life. (I don't think I need to make the case that it's Joker he's talking about when he says some people stay with you, I think it's pretty obvious it has to be him.) Joker, someone he can't comprehend, the only person he's let in. Akechi can't understand Joker, so naturally, he's constantly thinking of him, and why he's stuck with him when so many others haven't.

Conceited I was at time I never really doubted myself But tonight got me thinking about it all If I am the fool or what not

All Akechi can do in the Third Semester is think about his choices and his mistakes and wonder if he did the right thing and what led him here. He's been forced to live (for now) after everything he'd worked and lived for fell apart under him. He's reflecting on his past arrogance and how that blinded him.

"If I am the fool or what not" holds a double meaning. Akechi is doubting if he was a fool in the general sense, if he was made a fool for his plan of revenge. But he's also wondering if he was the Fool in the Persona sense of the word (something that will have a payoff at the end of the song).

I do not Regret with my choices I'm rather proud Ooh I know I won't change Anything Because I can only be me so

Akechi can't afford regret. To regret would be to admit that Maruki's ideal reality, where his choices were erased, has any hold on him. To regret would be to let go of the person he is and the person he has become.

Who Akechi really is is another topic that can be elaborated on ad nauseum, so I won't do that here. Maybe I'll do that another time when I finally write the meta about Akechi and agency that's been living in my head for a long while.

Suffice to say, Akechi believes his choices, his actions, his revenge, all define him. He refuses to let Maruki erase them just because they don't fit with his ideal reality. Akechi is fundamentally incompatible with everything Maruki stands for, and he knows it.

How can I be so sure? At a crossroads I'm afraid too But I can't let fear get the best of me Someone once said burn my dread babe

"Burn my dread" is a reference to a song from Persona 3. I haven't played the entire game as of yet, but Persona 3 is a game all about facing and accepting death. "Burn my dread" is a lyric that points to this theme, and the theme of facing one's fears head-on.

Akechi is dead. He knows this perhaps from the very moment he comes back to life. He certainly knows it for most of the Third Semester. He is dead, and to reject Maruki's reality, to embrace himself, is to face that death for the second time, and accept it. But Akechi can't let his fear of death stop him from making his choice. He will die on his own terms and "burn his dread."

Who knows what tomorrow holds? Just wanna live my life the way I want What fills up my soul is passionate Music that makes me want to sing

This is, yet again, Akechi asserting that he will be himself, that he will find meaning in life on his own terms, and that he will not let anyone other than himself define who he is or what he wants. Music is dynamic and complex, something that can express deep truths of one's soul. The Jazz Jin, a place of music, is Akechi's in a way very little else is. It's not Shido's puppet's, not the Detective Prince's, but Akechi's place of solitude and self reflection. It is the place he decides to share with Joker--in a way, he is baring his very soul to Joker. Letting him into his heart.

My story will be starring me just like yours ooh ooh Who knows when will it end What matters most is how you bring joy to life so

This is paying off the beginning of the song. Akechi is asserting that the world doesn't revolve around Joker. Goro is the Fool, he is the main character, he is not defined by anyone but himself and himself alone.

And the last two lines simply restate themes running throughout the song. Akechi is himself. He will accept his death when it comes, and he will not live by anyone's rules but his own.

No More What Ifs shows us the doubt that Akechi rarely expresses that runs deep to his core. Wondering if he made a mistake in isolating himself, wondering if Joker was right all along, wondering if and how things might have gone wrong.

But Akechi can't let himself doubt for long. He always comes back to that certainty that he can't be anyone but himself. He can't let anyone change him. He can't let go of who he is, not for anything. The song is full of him reassuring himself of his path--that no matter what, he will not regret. He can't afford it. He will not waver from his path.

Now, more than ever, after being faced with the consequences of his mistakes and being offered an out, Akechi has to assert his free will and defy Maruki. And that's what this song expresses.

#sera posts #goro akechi #akechi goro #p5r #p5r spoilers #akeshu #shuake

[siconetribal]

Put It On My Tab: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I had zero intention of writing this little piece. I was set to write something else entirely…and yet this is where my hands led me with the keyboard. I really hope you like it, I'm debating if I should make other parts do this. Please let me know!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

The bright sunlight was blaring and loud as it pierced through his eyelids. The steady pounding of the kick drum with the bass cranked up to max followed the rude awakening. What did he ever do to the giant burning ball of gas to punish him? There’s no way the series of poor choices from last night that included, but was not limited to; the pitchers of liquor he imbibed with his friends and brothers was the reason behind this torture.

The fuck did I do to you, asshole? A great first night of vacation obviously includes drinking until you’re speaking in colors. Jason Todd squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with a hand to try to block out more of the offending element that assaulted his senses. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have that last stein.” He croaked in a deep and gravelly voice. Leaving it be, he turned away from the window and swung his arm across the king bed. His eyes flung open, and his body instantly sat up as his trained reflexes kicked in through the pain.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” He winced at the sound of his own voice that loudly echoed like a megaphone held to his ear. The other person jerked up at the sound of his voice, the messy mop of hair obscuring their face until they pushed it away to reveal two sleepy and confused eyes. Jason glared at the stranger beside him as he tried to make sense of the situation. Ending up in bed with an attractive young woman was nothing foreign, it was the lack of recollection of bringing a woman to his room that set his vigilance on high alert. Blinking, she looked left and right a few times as she forced herself to sit up in bed.

“Woah there, you shouldn’t move around so much and try to keep your voice down. I’m surprised you’re coherent enough to move so quickly.” The stranger reached out and helped steady his swaying body, much to his embarrassment. “Also, this isn’t your room.”

What does she mean by this isn’t my room? There were two things that were clear in this haze of confusion, One, he had no idea who she was. Two, he had no idea where he was. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath in hopes to dampen the rave that was currently in full swing in his skull. When he felt some semblance of peace, he tried again in a more modulated tone. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“I’m the girl you saved from some overly hands-y old pervert last night. As for why, you wouldn’t tell me where you’re staying, so I brought you here.” She scratched at her head and rubbed her eyes in hopes to quicken the waking up process. It seemed to be working well enough for her. He envied her lack of pain.

Here, here is where? He tried to focus on the conversation but also avoid triggering anymore of his headache. She obviously knows where this is and is comfortable enough to be in bed. Did she bring me, someone she met for the first time last night, to her house?! “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You brought a some random drunk off his ass, total stranger, home with you?!” He instantly regretted shouting. The party was still going strong at the rave in his head, featuring DJ migraine.

“Will you stop shouting and jumping to conclusions?” She glared at the former caped crusader, firmly pressing her hand over his mouth. “You were insisting on walking me home to keep any other unwanted attention away. I didn’t bring you to my house, I brought you to a nearby hotel and checked into a room for the night. I’m not an idiot.”

“So you stayed in the same room as the rando drunk stranger who demanded you take him home?” He scowled, jerking his head back. Something else he instantly regretted as a sharp pain lanced through his brain. She felt bad for him as he winced in pain, but not enough to ignore the current lecture she was getting from him for being nice. 

“I said I’m not an idiot, not some rich princess. I'm not gonna book two rooms and trust that you won't run up the room service bill or extend the stay. Do I look like I belong to the Wayne family? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with seedy perverts like that guy last night.” She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her messy hair. “Besides, if you tried pulling anything with me, I would’ve left you on the road to fend for yourself.” The way she stated it so matter-of-factly made the corner of Jason’s lip twitch upwards as he swallowed a scoff. She clearly had no idea who she was speaking to.

Then again, I was plastered, he clenched his jaw and gripped the comforter that was pooled around his thighs. Anger and humiliation tumbled around inside him like an off centered washing machine. How had he let himself get so wasted? How did he even get so drunk? He was not some superhuman like Bizarro or Superman, but he was not some ordinary human either. He survived being tortured at the hands of Joker and the Lazarus Pit. Actually, since the pit, it’s been harder to get drunk like this. Now’s not the time to think about that! Start assessing the situation! He forced his mind to shift gears and began to take in the details of his surroundings. The room was spotless, spacious, and well furnished with a desk, a lounge chair, flat screen TV, and a window with a view unobstructed by buildings.

The sheets are pretty nice too. This isn’t some cheap motel, she’s going to have a pretty big bill for a last minute night. He frowned at this fact. The next thing he noticed was his companion. She was over the covers while he was under, she was fully clothed while he was shirtless. Judging from the crumpled and wrinkled state of her outfit, it was clear she slept in them. The only thing she was not wearing was her shoes. All of these details only confused him further. If we didn’t have sex, what the hell happened last night? “Ok, so I insisted on escorting you home, and you brought me to a hotel. You didn't trust me to not run the bill, so you stayed the night. Why are we both on the bed?”

“Are you always this demanding, wonder boy?” She rolled her eyes as the interrogation continued, noticing his left eye twitch at her nickname. On the other side, he was not amused at how close it was to a former title of his from his younger years.  “Do you treat all the ladies you meet like this, or am I just special?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head to one side as she eyed the handsome young man who was looking less and less attractive by the second with all the questions. “What, don't like being in the hot seat?” She batted her lashes.

“Just answer the question.” His lips pursed to the left as he leveled a glared on her.

Not so fun anymore, huh? “Alright, alright, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist! I helped you get to the bed and tried to make some arrangements on the floor, but you insisted I stay on the bed as well and wouldn't let me go until I agreed. Before I even argued, you passed out, and I was stuck being your human body pillow. I'm surprised I wasn't flattened like a pancake.” She grumbled.

“I'm not that heavy.” The infamous Red Hood carefully and stubbornly tried to get his mind to work through the pain and haze. It all seemed so far-fetched, but the gears began to turn, and the memories trickled in. The guys and I were out commemorating our first night of vacation. Some ass was causing trouble and was making a scene. That's right, he was harassing her and I cut in. Took the drink he tried forcing on her, and he got all pissy. He suggested a drinking contest and I said yes. He lightly nodded his head as the pieces slowly began to fall into place, proving her narrative to be true. “You know, you're pretty mouthy to the guy who saved you from a douchebag.” He leaned on towards her, eyes narrowed. 

“And you're pretty judge-y to the girl who carried you to somewhere safe and paid for the night.” She leaned towards him in kind, challenging him by not backing away. 

“I'm not that heavy,” he rolled his eyes at her choice to pick at his weight. 

“Jupiter is lighter than you.” She replied in that same matter-of-fact tone she had been using most of this conversation. The very same that irked him just enough to negate how cute he found it. Or did he find that even more endearing?

“Don't act like you didn't like it.” He scoffed, fighting the corners of his lips that tugged upwards. 

“I said you're heavy, not unattractive.” She countered him yet again, unfazed and ready to continue. 

“So you like what you see.” A smug smirk easily won against his attempts to remain neutral or peeved.

“I'm rude, not blind.” She scoffed without missing a beat. 

“Damn, you really don't quit.” He chuckled, leaning back onto his hands.

“You're finally catching on, wonder boy.” She laughed, climbing off the bed to stretch.  His eye twitched again, a small victory for her. “All this banter aside, you sound like you're doing better now. Guess you’re the type that can just sleep it off. Do you need to rest more? Maybe get in touch with one of your buddies to let them know you're alive?” She tugged and pressed on her clothing, hoping to miraculously remove some wrinkles. As expected, there was no such luck. 

“One last question,” he crossed his legs and leaned forward on to his thighs.

“Shocker,” she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you a journalist or do you just love the game 50-questions?”

“I said last one,” he repeated as his lips curled downwards into a frown.

Yeah, likely story, crossing her arms she shifted her weight on to her left leg. Jason noticed how it made her hip push outwards just enough to be noticeable. “One last question. It’s fifteen bucks for every one after.”

“Fifteen per question, that’s highway robbery!”

“You should consider yourself lucky since I’m not asking you to pay for the little rapid fire moments ago. So, you gonna ask, or what?”

“Damn, do you treat all your heroes like this?” He muttered under his breath. She raised an eyebrow, and he instantly knew she heard him. “That wasn’t my question! I was just thinking aloud.” He quickly clarified. She squinted as she debated her next decision. She gave him a silent nod and waited once more for his question. “Why am I shirtless?”

“Hell if I know, maybe you’re a sleep stripper?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A what?” She’s insane, she has to be!

“Someone who strips while asleep, like how sleepwalkers walk in their sleep. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How does that make any sense?”

“You fell asleep with your shirt on but you’re now shirtless. I was over the covers and you’re under them, there’s no way for me to take it off you, so it had to be you.”

“Do I look like someone who does weird shit like that?” She took the time to carefully look over the handsome and topless young man, appreciative of the view.

“Well, you’re certainly not off to a good start. You demanded some random young woman to take you to her house, forced her to be your human pillow, and interrogated her like this was all some ploy and you’re the victim.” She listed the three main points on her fingers, wiggling the digits as his eyebrows knit together again, creasing the skin between them. He looks kinda cute with this face all scrunched up like that, but it’s nearly checkout time and I’ve got work in a couple of hours. All good things must come to an end. She stood from the bed once more and made her way towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” He watched as she picked up one of her shoes and slipped on to her foot. She’s leaving, good. She should, it’s better she’s home sooner. This was the way it should be, and yet he had this churning feeling in his stomach that he was losing something. He hated losing.

“My real home,” she casually answered as she slipped on her other shoe.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“How will I know you’re going to get home safe?”

“You won’t, you’ll just have to believe I do.” She flashed him a cheeky grin from over her shoulder. “And with that, you’re at a grand total of $90.”

“Ninety, how?!” He sat up, mouth hung open as she placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Make that a hundred and five.”

“A hundred and five, what are yo-,” he slapped a hand over his mouth. She watched as realization dawned in his bright blue eyes.

“Nice catch, I’ll be nice with that one,” she winked. “Well, this was fun. We should do it again sometime. You can even pay me back. But until then, see you around, Wonder Boy.” She gave him a wink and vanished behind the door, laughing as his eye twitched.

Yeah, not happening if you don’t tell me how to contact you! Like I’d even do that anyway, charging me so much for a few questions. He grumbled, scratching his head and rubbing his face. He should be feeling relaxed now that she was gone, but instead the room just felt dull and empty. Shaking his head, he forced himself on to his feet and grabbed his phone from his jacket that was neatly hung on the chair. Such a busy body, why would you take care of some drunk off his ass stranger who’s tossing his shit around without a care? He glared at the worn leather before looking over the flood of unread messages before replying that he was fine and would be back at their hotel in a bit. Things would now go back to normal. 

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[the-dixon-effect]

When you know, you know Part 2

A/N: originally this was supposed to be a one-shot but I don't blame people for wanting a part 2 as my dumbass left it so unfinished 😭 thank you so much for requesting a part 2 my lovelies hope you enjoy it, thank you sooo much for 100 followers, it warms my heart knowing that many people enjoy my work!

era: season 10, post-Whisperers

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: none my lovelies enjoy <3

part 1

The air was thick and balmy. It took everything you had to deliberately focus on your surroundings, knowing that if you zoned out, just for a second, your mind would corrupt over with foggy thoughts of Daryl. And you couldn't do that to yourself, not when your interaction had been so bitter, so scathingly cold. So here you sat, leant forward in your armchair with your arms crossed over your knees. You unwittingly gritted your teeth as your right leg tapped up and down at an increasing pace. Perhaps it wasn't just the knowing, it was the feeling. The feeling that things between you would never go back to the way they were. The idea that the one person who filled your heart was now breaking it. And the loss was turning into longing, a longing that stretched you out and diluted all your senses. And then, you realised why every cell in your body was overcome with Daryl, why no distraction could ever tear you apart from the idea of him.

You were in love with him.

You were in love with Daryl Dixon. And you're idly sat at home in Alexandria while he's out God knows where for God knows how much longer. There's a good chance he's not gonna come back, right? Not to you, anyway. Not with the way you ended things. He's probably walking out as far as he can go, decidedly avoiding you and your romantic crisis till he can bring himself to end things entirely. No, no. You can't think like this, it's unhealthy, you decide.

You fidgeted, wondering if it was better for you to continue your daydreams or cease them completely. Eventually, you found ways to busy yourself in and around Alexandria, however, no amount of cooking, hunting, or rebuilding could shake the unwavering heartache.

~

Daryl drifted through the remote Virginian forests without paying much attention to the direction he was travelling in. Unbeknownst to you, he had been suffering from the very same distraction and unshakeable regret. He remembered something that you said, and replayed it over and over again in his mind.

"Daryl, I'm in love with you, come home and start a family with me,"

Your tone had been distant and sarcastic, in a cold way that Daryl couldn't quite decipher. What the hell did you mean? The regrets that lingered in his mind were now telling him that he should've never left you. Not for Leah, not for nobody. He began to imagine how different his life might have been if he had made the right choices instead of the wrong ones, that led him astray from his own happiness. Waking up to you every morning, the early sunlight falling on your face and framing your pretty features. Going out hunting together, bringing Dog, maybe starting a family of your own, just like you'd said. How much you meant it, however, he didn't know. He'd have you all to himself, every day, every night. Even though he had convinced himself that he had destroyed whatever was left of your friendship, the idea of you still seemed so close, so special.

That's what happens, when you realise you love someone. No matter what happens, no amount of separation or disagreement or heartache can tear you away from the person you love. Eventually, you just make it back to them. Every time. Because the forces that bring two people together are stronger than any other force that exists. Some might call it God, others call it fate. The only thing that Daryl knew, however, was that the force that pulled him back to you was magnetic, and he could avoid it no longer.

So he set on his way, dredging in a direction that he half-guessed would bring him home. He had no idea what he would say, how he would fix things, but his pure determination rivalled that of a warrior heading to war. He gritted his teeth and failed to notice how his footsteps, that were previously quiet, were now aggressive and sharp on the forest floor. His pace quickened, and his awareness of his surroundings - and what might be lurking behind them - dropped. His mind was full of you, and though he didn't know it, his soul was too.

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Returning to your home in Alexandria after the sun disappeared behind the walls, you flopped onto a leather armchair and rolled your head back in a state of disappointment. Not much to be done, apart from actively ignoring the one thing on your mind. Maybe you should talk to someone? Aaron, Rosita? You know they'd cheer you up, but you didn't want to talk to them right now. You only wanted Daryl. If only he was here. If only you hadn't opened your mouth that day in the cabin. You closed your eyes instinctively as images of him flashed past your eyelids-

Two knocks. Who the hell is at your door at this time of night? You repeated the sound in your mind and tried to determine who it might be, not particularly keen on dealing with other people right. It was gentle, yet resolute. Approaching the front door, you hesitated before slowly twisting the cold door knob and pulling it open. The sight you were met with had you stunned in your own doorway.

There was silence for a long moment. Daryl's blue eyes never faltered away from your own as you faced him. For a moment your mind was blank, empty of any trace of conflict with the man on your doorstep. A part of you was glad to see him, a part of you wondered if this was just a dream, and another part of you was angry. Angry that he had the nerve to show up here so bluntly. Crossbow slung over his shoulder, he towered over you with an unreadable expression. If only he would speak, you thought.

"Hey," he began. The faint glow from your porch light radiated on his face. He was half-covered in dirt and blood, but you failed to notice. All you saw were his illuminated features framed by his chocolate bangs and slightly parted lips. You could tell he had something on his lips by the way his brows furrowed and his forehead creased.

"'M sorry," he drawled, stepping a little closer to you. This was genuine. You didn't feel threatened or upset, but you realised that perhaps he needed a wake-up call and a little time alone to understand his true feelings.

"I'm sorry too.." you said quietly, not wanting to disturb the established peace by speaking too loud. "I said too much stuff that I didn't mean,"

"It's okay. Think I needed ta' hear it," his pretty eyes were gazing deeply at you now, and you bit your lip discreetly. "'M sorry I never apologised. For leavin'. Should never have left in tha' first place,"

"Thank you... for saying that. I'm glad you're home. You're my best friend, Daryl," you said softly, allowing a smile to creep on your lips.

"Best friend?" suddenly you realised just how close he was standing to you.

You stared up at him, wondering what he meant by his question and unsure of how to respond.

"Yeah... right? Or.." in that moment you trusted your gut instinct and relied on some of the earlier things he had said. His eyes widened and after a moment of staring, you leant up on your tiptoes and brushed your hand along his jaw.

"Or what?" he asked, allowing your touch and smiling a little in a way you hadn't seen before.

"You tell me," At this, he leaned into you and embraced your lips so sweetly that you'd never guess it could be hardy Daryl Dixon. He kissed you with such tenderness and passion that you could only reciprocate by snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in even closer. Daryl's lips on yours felt like ecstasy and he tasted like wildfire. Sweet, sweet fire, burning you up on the inside and out. Swirling cinnamon and summer rain, it's addictive, just like the nicotine you can taste on his tongue.

Then he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "I need ya' to tell me," you are breathless, and have to wait a moment to think, let alone respond.

"Tell you what?" you spoke, eyes narrowing in a combination of bliss and confusion.

"That ya' forgive me. I can't.. I can't do this if ya' don't forgive me.. I- I love ya Y/N..." he whispered softly, breaking eye contact and looking down at his shoes. You wanted to be surprised, to take it all in, but you had imagined him saying those things to you for so long. "'M so sorry.."

"It's... I think it's alright. I forgive you, Daryl. And for what it's worth, I liked you first," you chuckled.

"Don't bullshit me," you both laughed before he pulled you into another sweet kiss under the moonlight. You silently sighed in relief, finally glad to have him back. Glad that your prayers didn't go unanswered, glad that your instincts were right, glad to be in love with Daryl Dixon.

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[drurrito]

'till i d-i-e

a/n: and here it issss, the final part of this universe -- I will keep my thoughts in the tags.

summary: You're not sure if you can hold on much longer.

warnings: torture, cursing, angst lol

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You wake up, soaked, shaking and gasping for air.

“Wakey, wakey, Avenger,” the man grins, you’re usually awake and taking jabs at him as soon as he walks through the door. Exhaustion has kept you asleep for longer than you’d like to be. You’re wearing thin, you don’t know how much more you can take.

“What? No breakfast in bed?” your fatigued lips pull into something that looks like a smirk.

“Ah, you’re hungry! Here, let me start you off with some water-” he kicks your chair over and it begins. You’re just thankful he’s starting with something easy. 

Honestly, none of this feels real at this point.

You can’t help but wonder if you’re already dead. 

It’s fine, you never thought you’d make it to heaven, anyway.

You just feel guilty for not doing things differently--regret weighs heavy on your bones while you think of all the choices that led you here, alone and-

Afraid.

It’s not that you’re afraid to die, you’ve made your peace with that notion long ago. But there’s something unnerving, even for you, about dying alone.

Maybe the team thinks you are dead by now.

Maybe they’ll never come looking for you.

You never got to apologize to Wanda. You think she’s better off with Vision but it feels wrong knowing you just shoved her into his arms because she got too close. 

You never got to tell Natasha how you feel. Hell, you never got to tell any of the team how you feel and that’s your fault. Vulnerability never seemed like a safe option for you, avoiding it for as long as you can remember. 

But they were so good, so patient. They gave you the space you needed in hopes you would come around and warm up to them.

You never did, and that’s your fault.

Natasha was most persistent next to Steve and Sam. You hate how she always wanted to keep you included. You hate how she was always there to patch you up or put you to bed for the past few months. You hate that she kept showing up for you, because you don’t deserve it. 

But you hate yourself more for trying to push her away. You stupidly kept your cards close to your chest and now you’re going to die without ever being truly known.

“Where did you go? Do you not like spending time with me anymore?” the man teases with a wicked grin.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” you remark with a rasp.

“You sound thirsty,” he bites, throwing the towel over you again. The man raises the water can in his arm but stops when he hears panicked knocking at his door.

“Excuse me,” he grumbles, heading towards the door. The man on the other side of the door sounds exasperated, then the alarms start to go off. The door is shut and you can hear the man approaching you with hurried steps.

“It seems our time has been cut short, Avenger,” he sighs, “I will admit, I am a little disappointed I wasn’t able to get you to talk, but we had a lot of fun, didn’t we?” He pulls you out of the chair and hangs you back on the ceiling. You can hear the chaos going on outside the room while the man calmly walks over to his cabinet and pulls out the dagger again. He quickly heats it with the torch and marches over to you with a wild look in his eye that would jump your bones in the worst way if you weren’t so damn tired.

“A keepsake, for you to remember me by, in case your ankles were not enough,” his grin sends a chill down your spine this time. He’s much too lively slashing and burning your chest while you wince and groan in agony, body too exhausted to react much.

You watch him exit down the hall, leaving the door open. You hang there, chest heaving and pain pulsing all over until you see it--a flash of red hair.

Relief doesn’t even begin to explain what you’re feeling now, it’s enough to drain the pain your body is drowning in. Natasha’s eyes meet yours and you’ve never seen a more beautiful shade of green up until this moment. 

Steve rushes in to lift you off the hook and runs off, saying something about helping the others sweep the floor for more captives. Gentle, calloused hands cup your face as soon as you’re on the floor.

“Y/n, look at me,” Natasha begs, “stay with me okay? Stay with me.” 

You crane your head enough to do what she asks and she realizes you’re in pretty bad shape.

You wheeze out a laugh, “I told you not to wait up for me,” is all you can say before you start choking on a cocktail of your blood and spit. Natasha asks if you can stand and you give everything to show her you can even with your legs shaking violently in protest. She hooks an arm around your waist and you make two steps towards the door before you collapse.

“M’okay, Tash,” you mutter against the concrete floor before trying to stand again. Natasha lays a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you down, you don’t see the worried look on her face as you continue to struggle.

“I got this.”

“Stay down, please,” she pleads and that makes you give up. She crouches down next to you while she waits for help, taking inventory of every wound she can find.

“My legs,” you mumble, her eyes flit to your legs before her hands do. She watches you for a reaction as she carefully taps and touches her way down your legs before she finally sees what you mean.

“Oh, y/n,” the pain in her voice makes you wince.

Sam is already running in, scooping you up in his arms to take you back to the jet and for the first time in a long time, you cry.

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You don’t remember much after being rescued. You were so exhausted you slept for most of your stay in medical. But you were never alone, always hearing at least one of your teammates settling in to stay with you in shifts. Things were quiet for the first two nights until your brain had regained enough energy to conjure up nightmares that made you wake up the entire wing of the hospital.

The rest of your stay goes by in a blur until you’re discharged. Steve is there to take you back to the compound.

“Everyone is excited to have you back,” he says, flashing you a smile before keeping his eyes on the road.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” you joke, he snorts a little -- not at all surprised by your commitment to keep things light, despite how you got here.

It’s not long until you’re pulling into the compound now, Steve rounds the car to open the door and help you hobble towards the compound doors, home.

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Natasha is bursting into your room, charging towards you. She’s an oncoming train and you’re a car that’s stalled out on the tracks. You sort of wish you were still in the hospital.

“FRIDAY, remind me to start locking my door,” you close the book you were reading and set it down on your nightstand, “what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Natasha’s chest puffs up so quickly you’re sure she’s going to explode any second. “You’re a fucking idiot,” it comes out like a low growl from the woman.

“Are you just here to hurl names at me?”

“Where the <;i>fuck</i> do you get off shutting everyone out and then running off to almost get yourself killed?”

“I don’t-”

“I’m not done,” she bites, “You’re on a team,” she starts to pace around your room. Your breathing is shallow and quiet, you want to disappear into the mattress beneath you.

 “We might not be your favorite people on the planet but--fuck, y/n!”

“I know you’ve read my file, Tash,” you spit back, “you know I wasn’t dragged in here kicking and screaming!” you get up too, only a few steps from being nose to nose with her now. 

Natasha recoils, taking a few steps back. She remembers the grisly details of your life before the Avengers. A death-dealing mercenary since you were thirteen, kept in a cage unless you were sent away on contracts. On paper, you had every right to be this miserable, wrathful person. But she was met with bright eyes, an infectious laugh and a chin held sky-scraper high when she first met you. It was jarring, to meet someone who managed to bloom under the most heinous of circumstances. She likes to think of you as a flower that never dared to stop growing.

“We’re supposed to be heroes, right?” you break her from her thoughts, guns still blazing, “that’s what I was doing, I was being a hero. I was saving Bucky, and Steve, fuck I was saving the whole team if you really look at the bigger picture, Tash!”

“You are such a prick!” she huffs, her hands clench into fists as she walks toward the other end of the room. She tries to gather herself before speaking again, feeling as fragile as can be.

“You were supposed to come back,” her voice is pained, but it will not break, “I should have…I should have gone with you-”

“Don’t,” you warn, “Bucky was right there! I wasn’t going to let Steve lose him again,” you bite your tongue and try to steady yourself. You didn’t plan on dealing with this…with her…so soon.

“I would have done the same for you, for anyone on this team,” you say it with bone-chilling certainty.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she says, shoulders deflating, “when Steve told me what happened,” she can feel her voice decay and brittle with each word, “it seemed like…like you wanted to just-” Natasha chokes out a sob.

“Give up?” Natasha doesn’t answer, instead turning her head away to gasp for air and wipe away her tears. You can’t help but scoff. Unbelievable. Did the entire team write you off as a coward or just her?

“You think I keep putting it all on the line in hopes that one day I’ll get taken out, like that?” You snap your fingers to punctate your words and Natasha flinches. 

“I don’t know how to not go full tilt on missions. I’m good at what I do for a reason. If I don’t get the job done by any means necessary then it means I’ve failed!” You bark out, feeling your chest crack and split open.“I’ve failed the mission, I’ve failed the team, and I’ve failed everyone depending on me. Why would the Avengers want to keep around some fuck-up. I wouldn’t!”

You sit back down and cross your arms, your leg bounces wildly to relieve some of the rude buzzing in your muscles. Natasha’s eyes are filled to the brim with tears that she’s holding hostage. The tension is packed thick, if anyone lit a match in the room right now the entire compound would be blown sky high.

“Durachok,” Natasha shakes her head with a gloomy laugh.

“What?” You whip your head towards her with a tense jaw. She sees your nostrils flare and laughs again.

“You don’t have to fight for a place on this team,” her voice is small and sweet now, it boggles your brain, “your life isn’t some kind of currency you need to throw around all the time to buy acceptance. You belong here, y/n.”

You let go of a trembling breath and bury your head in your hands while you try to get a hold of yourself. Every part of you is screaming that Natasha is lying, that she doesn’t mean any of it. You just want to scream and crumple to your knees but instead you straighten up and root yourself with a breath.

“I never knew what it felt like to belong,” your voice is frighteningly soft, “until now.” You’re looking dead ahead at Natasha and she can feel herself wavering. She’s waiting for a smirk, a joke, any of your usual quirks that would tell her you’re not serious. But you are.

“It scares me,” you heave a shuddering breath and Natasha has to wrestle every fiber of her being. She just wants to reach out and be there for you beyond just standing there like some dope.

“I don’t want to lose this feeling,” you close your eyes and squeeze your hands into fists, opening and closing them like that while focusing on your breath until you feel grounded again.

“I don’t want to lose any of you.”

“You won’t,” she takes a step closer to you, “I promise you won’t.”

“It’s funny,” your laugh is empty, humorless, “When I was down there, in the thick of it, I thought about how,” you sniffled, “if I died, the funeral would probably be shorter than the drive to the burial site.” your lips pull into a pained smile. ”I never gave any of you much to say about me, and that’s my fault.”

“Were you scared?” The words spill out of Natasha’s mouth before she registers it’s her own voice speaking. 

“Fucking terrified.” you choke. Natasha doesn’t waste another second, she takes a seat next to you and pulls you in for a bone-crushing embrace. You just collapse into her, sobbing. You’ve lost count how many times you cried since you’ve been back, you don’t have the energy to care about that sort of thing anymore.

“Thank you for opening up to me. I know it’s hard,” she whispers against your temple.

“I’ll try not to make a habit out of it,” you joke, laughing to the sound of Natasha heaving the world’s longest, loudest sigh. 

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You’re emotionally spent when Wanda shows up at your door later that night.

“Hey,” she wraps her robe tighter around herself and fidgets with the material. Her eyes immediately fall to the fresh scars on your chest while you rub the sleep from your eyes. Her lips tick into a small frown and her arms twitch at her sides to reach out and graze the marks with her fingers. She never asked about the length of your injuries when you were still in the hospital. She was more focused on staying by your side. You were dazed and hardly talking, it was a version of you that she’ll never miss.

“Hey,” you realize she’s alone, no Vision in sight, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she tersely nods, “yeah, everything’s fine. How are you settling in?”

“So far so good,” you breathe, feeling weirdly nervous, “wanna come in?”

Wanda keeps fidgeting with her robe for a beat, she’s certainly no stranger to your room and doesn’t pretend to be as she brushes past you. You close the door with a soft click and stay there until you feel your nerves die down.

“I’m sorry,” you start, “I was a dick.”

Wanda blinks a few times, she wasn’t expecting you to apologize for anything right now. 

“I was so scared of you,” you murmur. Wanda thinks this is some kind of joke, you always make it a point to say you never get scared. Now you’re admitting otherwise?

“Are you okay?” She asks, not expecting a real answer.

“I am, honest,” you leave the door and step closer to her. “I’m just…I’m sorry,” you apologize again and Wanda feels like her head is going to spin. “You were genuinely trying to connect with me and I just…did everything I could to avoid being vulnerable, even if it meant pushing you away.”

“It's okay,” she tries to soothe but you’re animatedly shaking your head, “it’s not,” you insist. “You made me feel seen,” you say quietly, “and I ran away from it.” You feel a lump in your throat but you keep it there. You need to feel this. You’re not pushing things down anymore. 

Wanda can see the tears pooling in your eyes and it takes all of the air out of her lungs to see you like this. She’s only ever seen glimpses before. You were usually quick to shut down or deflect with humor. But now, you’re standing in front of her on the verge of tears, real tears.

Her chest aches, she takes a few careful steps towards you until she’s close enough to pull you into her arms. You let her, you missed this, you missed her.

“It’s okay,” she mumbles against your neck, “I forgive you.” She knows you need to hear it by the way your body sinks further into hers.

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You stay up talking to Wanda for a while. She tries to catch you up but you didn’t miss much. Time at the compound screeched to a halt when you were gone. There weren’t any movie nights or team bonding activities. It was an all hands on deck operation to bring you back.

“They were gonna call Carol?” You ask, astonished that Fury would even green light such a thing.

“Natasha was hell bent on getting you back,” Wanda says with a small smile. She starts to play with the lapel of her robe, “she loves you, you know?”

You face contorts into a cocktail of confusion and disbelief. You want to try and say something about it but Wanda continues, “I think I knew deep down, when we were together, that you loved her back.”

“I don’t-” you sputter.

“It’s okay,” Wanda says for the umpteenth time that night, “I’m just wondering if you’ve said anything to her yet.”

Your shoulders slump and you sigh, “no, of course not.”

“You should get on that,” Wanda musters up half a smirk despite the soreness she feels in her chest. Vision makes her happy, he genuinely does. She knows she loves him the same way she loved you. She just can’t help but mourn what you two could have had if things were different. She has her answer though, there wasn’t much of a chance for her to begin with.

Wanda gets up from your bed with a yawn and you follow her to your door.

“This was nice,” she nods, her smile faltering.

“It was, I’m sorry it took me almost dying for us to talk like this,” you laugh and she lightly smacks your stomach.

“Don’t be a stranger,” she warns with a familiar tenderness that makes you feel warm all over again.

“I won’t, I promise,” you say it like you mean it. Wanda stands there for a moment before leaning up to press a kiss on your cheek. 

“I really missed you,” she murmurs before walking down the hall. You stand there for a little longer when it sinks in that she wasn’t just talking about you being taken. She missed you, the real you.

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Natasha wakes up to a knock at her door. She opens it to find your face understandably puffy and worn from today’s events. Your arms squirm against your sides and for a moment Natasha thinks you just woke up from a nightmare.

“I talked to Wanda,” you mumble. You’re not looking Natasha in the eye and she can feel a familiar pang in her chest while she tries to push that mental picture out of her mind. 

“Yeah?” She tries not to sound so dejected.

You clear your throat and shift uncomfortably, “She helped me realize that I needed to take one more risk.” You take a cautious step towards Natasha and reach out to cup her cheeks before pulling her flush against you. She positively hums into the kiss and settles into your touch. Your lips take all the time in the world to drink her in. You feel a little dumb for taking so long to do this. That feeling is long gone by the time Natasha closes the door and slumps against your lips once more.

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You recount the mission gone wrong at the next team bonding (and drinking) night. You admit to being scared, Natasha smacks Tony when he mutters something about being right. 

You take the time to thank everyone for being so patient and kind, despite how hard you tried to push them away. Sam hums a little louder than he expected to and that earns him a look from Steve. 

“I really feel like I belong here,” you say with unshakable confidence. You believe it, you honestly do.

“You do belong here, y/n,” Steve assures you, the rest of the team nods. You can’t help but smile, overwhelmed by the support and love from this team, your team.

“You always did,” Natasha reaches for your hand and squeezes it. You feel that warmth again as she pulls you towards the middle of the couch. Everyone else settles around you, Tony picks a movie from the queue before flopping down onto the couch next to Bruce. 

You watch the movie with a team you’ve grown to love so much, finally feeling seen, finally feeling like you belong.

#this took a little bit of emotional labor ngl #but here we are and im so proud of finishing this series #shoutout to all of yall that came along and stuck around for this little series #i got more ideas obvi #i wont be adding any more to this universe (im like pretty sure) #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

( I have the very lovely @kimalysong to thank for encouraging me to post this bit of overthinking which I greatly appreciate!)

Now that we have a full line up of the EN release for the covers of the main story for MDZS, I was curious to discuss the running theme of them which consists of Wei Wuxian metaphorically looking towards his future (meaning Lan Wangji) throughout the art.

For reference, each of the covers:

In the first, we are given Wei Wuxian's first meeting with Lan Wangji, which was were his subconscious spark started for him and his continued badgering of Lan Wangji under the guise of him wanting to get any other reaction aside from aloof from him. Which is fitting for his later confession of him saying all he did and do was out of want for Lan Wangji to follow him and be with him even all those years ago.

The second is just coming off of Wei Wuxian's musings of him thinking it would have been Jiang Cheng standing by him for equality and protecting each other, only for it to be Lan Wangji, who he thought hated him to show gentleness and care for his well-being. It is after that point that he fully places his trust and listens to Lan Wangji's own input through the volume. As well as Wei Wuxian's own suppressed feelings making themselves known to him more openly now that he feels secure in Lan Wangji's trust in Wei Wuxian as well. This is also the first time Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji only to feel guilt much as Lan Wangji had for taking someone's first kiss, without the other fully knowing and the presumption they don't really like them.

The third, is the one to change that aesthetic visual. It feels colder as Wei Wuxian isn't the one looking longingly at the object of his affection any more , and it is Lan Wangji now instead. Here it is because this is the volume where Wei Wuxian is made to choose other's survival over his wants. He has made his choice to be seen as an enemy of the world despite having not said this himself and trying to remain on the low with the Wens that he helped to protect. By that end he has made terms that he would be unable to ever see Lan Wangji again as he himself is no longer part of the cultivation world needing to lose the ties that he had once held dear for survival of those he has protected. He has been made to feel as if he is the only one able to do this and unable to share the truth of his own sacrifices that had led to it all.

This builds up to the betrayal lead by Jiang Cheng believing others against Wei Wuxian. And, where Wei Wuxian hysterically says he had always known it would be Lan Wangji to stand against him with a sword to cut him down. All while not realizing that Lan Wangji had been there to help and give him more time as to not be killed. Something that Wei Wuxian was unaware of in his grief and hurt due to the world labelling him something he never had been. And it is Lan Wangji's time to take a step forward to do something in regards to his feelings for Wei Wuxian despite what the world and his own doubts say.

And finally, the fourth, which interestingly features Jiang Yanli as well as Jiang Cheng. Unlike the earlier back cover design of two which features Xiao Xingchen, a figure that was mused upon by Wei Wuxian, but not emotionally connected or known to him for his tragedy.

Two figures that had great prominence and hold over Wei Wuxian. Jiang Yanli with her motherly love and tenderness as the good, and Jiang Cheng, the albatross metaphorically that held Wei Wuxian down with regrets, jealousy and debts owed to him and his hurts. Yet he is not looking at either one any longer who he has left to his past, as he chooses to live in the present and the well-being of those he can trust and be trusted in turn.

This is also juxtaposed with the cover symbol on the fourth volume being a lotus. The lotus traditionally represents the breakthrough of worldly harsh adversity, while remaining steadfast to be seen as the growth into the ultimate awakening of purity of heart, mind, and spirituality. Harmony, and unwavering faith for the one you love. He is not looking to the past once again and has become sure of his ending and love with Lan Wangji that had endured despite hardship, unlike many other endings for the people he had cared for in the past. According to Buddhist proverb: to live life with unwavering faith, as the lotus does, ensures the most beautiful of revivals.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks. 

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made. 

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly. 

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’ 

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them. 

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers. 

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape. 

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind. 

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’ 

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked. 

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’ 

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before. 

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs. 

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door. 

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there. 

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’ 

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’ 

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him? 

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry. 

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky. 

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently. 

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’ 

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame. 

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’ 

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door. 

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning. 

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully. 

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled. 

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said. 

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said. 

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused. 

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said. 

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions. 

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’ 

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked. 

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently. 

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her. 

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again. 

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said. 

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’ 

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said. 

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both. 

‘For the better,’ he agreed. 

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

#my writing #for the better #jesse katsopolis fic #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #jesse katsopolis x reader #becky donaldson #full house #full house fic

[aprendimos-el-idioma-del-amor]

You're the one that I want

Since it's almost halloween, this idea popped into my head. Lucy and Tim take his nephews trick or treating. But to do that, they need a costume. Is he going to regret letting Lucy choose their couples costume? By the title, you can already guess what Lucy picks. But as a side note, feel free to send me holiday themed prompts. I like writing them.

“Remind me again why I agreed to this,” Tim said, grumpy as usual.

Lucy and Tim were strolling around in a costume shop, they were trying to find the perfect costume to take Tim’s nephews trick or treating.

“Because you promised Genny to take them out since she had to work,” Lucy simply explained as she searched through all the costumes.

“Right, this is going to be a long night,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Oh come on,” she turned around and lightly hit him on the arm, “This is going to be fun. Especially if we put on a couple’s costume.”

“No, no way,” Tim denied and glared at her, “It’s bad enough that I have to put on a costume in the first place.”

“Alright then, no matching costumes,” she said in a neutral tone, trying to hide her disappointment.

Lucy walked away from him and went to another rack of female costumes, not bothering to take another look at the man’s section.

Tim saw right through her and took a deep breath, he really hated seeing her sad. He shouldn’t have bothered in the first place, he knew he was going to give in eventually.

“Fine, we’ll do a couples costume,” he said, a little disappointed in himself he couldn’t resist.

“Really?” Lucy turned around and smiled widely at him. She jumped up and down in excitement. Suddenly, Tim found himself excited for Halloween night as well. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

“Do you want to help me find a good costume?” she asked as she looked through all the options on the rack.

Tim smiled and said: “No, I trust you to make a good choice. I’m giving you free reign.”

She turned around and saw the mischief appearing on her face. She was already making plans for a costume, he could tell.

“This is even better,” she said as she put her hands on her hips.

 “What could we do? What could we do?” she said to herself, forgetting where she was for a minute. She didn’t see Tim widen his eyes and shake his head. He was dreading the moment she knew what they were going to dress up as.

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” he said as he crossed his arms and gave her a stern look.

She ignored his remark and started to think about it for a moment and tapped with her finger on her chin. Her face lit up when she finally thought of something amazing to do.

“Oh, I got it,” she said enthusiastically, “But I’m going to find the stuff I need in here so we should go.”

She took his arm and led him to the exit, she marched like she was on a mission and Tim was confused about her sudden change of heart. She seemed determined to find a costume in this shop.

“Can I know what this costume is?” he asked in a suspicious tone, not trusting her change in attitude.

“No, I want it to be a surprise,” she simply said and continued to take him along back to his truck.

When they got seated in the truck, she noticed the concern and his face.

She reassured him with a mischievous smile: “Don’t worry, you’ll definitely love the costumes. Especially mine. You’ll see.”

***

On the night of Halloween, Lucy was in her bedroom, getting all the bags full of clothes she purchased for her and Tim’s costume.

Tim was waiting in the living room for his girlfriend, she was going to dress up first and show him what decision she made. She said it would be clear what she chose once she appeared with her outfit on.

He was sitting on the couch, tapping his foot on the ground. He was anxious to find out who he’s going to be dressed up as the entire night.

While she was rummaging in the bathroom, she called out to him: “When were Tyler and Rylie going to come over?”

“Uhm, Genny said she’d be here in about an hour with the boys,” he called back, happy to have a distraction from all the ideas Lucy could have come up with.

“Do you know who they’re going to be dressed up as?” she asked as she put the last touches on her make-up and hair.

“Genny didn’t want to say, she said she wanted it to be a surprise,” he scowled, people really loved surprising him. He really didn’t like surprises.

He heard Lucy snort all the way from the bathroom and he rolled his eyes at her amusement. She was definitely enjoying this way too much.

“Oh, this must be killing you,” she said and her voice sounded closer now.

“You have no idea,” he said and his misery was obvious on his face.

“I’m ready,” she softly said, suddenly sounding nervous.

He turned around and stood up and looked her up and down. His eyes widened and his jaw almost fell to the floor.

“Lucy… you look…” he said but his words fell short when he took in her leather pants clad form.

He looked from her feet wearing red pumps, then her skin tight black leather pants and then her form fitting black off the shoulder top and then her curls.

He was too stunned to speak about her choice of costume. He was just standing there, not being able to take his eyes off her.

“Do you like it?” she teasingly smiled at him and made a turn so he could look at her from all angles.

“Do you think we have enough time until my nephews arrive for me to take that outfit off you,” he simply said but the lust in his eyes was clear.

He walked over to her slowly, ready to take this to her bedroom but she stopped him by putting a hand on his chest.

“You need to get ready and put on your Danny clothes,” she said sternly, but her hand stroking his chest signaled she wanted the same thing as him, “You don’t want your nephews to walk into something they shouldn’t see, right?”

He sighed: “Fine, Sandy but I’m taking that off once we get back.”

The stern look he gave her just made her waver on going out at all even more. But she had to be strong, there was plenty of time for that later. But she felt proud she got the reaction she wanted when picking out this costume.

That moment, the doorbell rang and they were pulled out of their trance.

“I’ll open the door while you go get changed. Your clothes are on the bed,” she said as she smiled. He still had a dazed look in his eyes.

***

Tim finally put on his leather jacket, white T-shirt, jeans and white sneakers. He looked into the mirror to see what he looked like. 

“It isn’t that bad,” Tim smiled and was grateful she picked out a nice outfit. He may have nothing with Grease but the look suited him somehow.

He walked into the living room and smiled at seeing Lucy interact with his nephews. She was crouching down to their level and she was complimenting their cop costumes.

“Hello, officers Bradford,” he greeted them and they all turned to look at him.

“They really wanted to look like their uncle,” Genny said with a smile.

“No, we wanted to dress like aunt Lucy,” Tyler said with an angry frown, looking up at his mother.

“Oh, that hurts, Tyler,” Tim said, faking being hurt by putting a hand on his heart.

“I’m sure he’ll get over it,” Lucy said with a smile, looking at Tyler who looked a little sad at the thought of his uncle being hurt.

“Yeah, don’t worry, buddy,” he reassured the young boy, “Why don’t we go out and get some candy.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Genny said and hugged everyone goodbye.

“Why don’t you two go ahead and wait in the lobby?” Lucy suggested and they did as she asked.

She turned around when they were out of hearing range and he walked over to her and put his hands on her hips. He needed to be careful where he put his hands or he wouldn’t be able to avoid temptation.

“You look very handsome,” she said as she put her hands on his chest, he really looked good in that white T-shirt.

“I must say you made a great choice. I shouldn’t have doubted your ideas,” he said, looking anywhere at her but her eyes.

She hit him lightly on the shoulder and said: “Behave!”

“You’re making it really hard to do so,” he said with a smirk, his face full of innuendo.

“Get out now!” she scorned and she left before he could do anything else.

***

After a long night of going from door to door, they dropped off Tim's nephews and went straight to her apartment.

“The boy seemed to have a lot of fun,” she said as she sat down on the couch, “I almost couldn’t keep up with them.”

She took off her heels while he sat down next to her.

“But that also might have to do with me choosing these heels. They’re definitely killer heels,” she complained and rubbed her feet to soothe the ache in them.

“I have another definition of killer heels because they sure almost killed me,” he said and took over from her, rubbing her feet.

“My goal is achieved then,” Lucy said teasingly.

After a moment of silence, she talked again: “I have to say it was a lot of fun, taking out the boys trick or treating, I can’t wait to do that with our own kids.”

“Me neither,” he agreed with her but added: “Although I would like to have more family friendly costumes then.”

He glared at the memory of other guys checking her out while out and about in the city. She knew how to draw attention.

“I’m thinking maybe the bears that are from goldilocks,” she commented as she thought about the options.

“Whatever you choose, I’m sure I’ll like it,” he said and looked at her with a content smile.

“I’m sure you will,” she paused for a moment, “But first, remember what you promised to do at the end of the night?”

“I definitely remember,” he said and looked at her intensely. The lust in his eyes came back in full force.

His lips crashed onto hers and she kissed him back feverishly. He took her into his arms and led her straight to the bedroom. Ready to do what he wanted to since he saw her dressed up as Sandy.

#the rookie #chenford #halloween fic #lucy chen #tim bradford #genny bradford