#i have tried everything to convince her that's unnecessary but i think she is just SO sensitive she can't handle it

[esleep]

the whole "cats choose their owners" thing is really funny to me because ivy very much did NOT choose me. she was a slightly dim-witted and very rambunctious feral kitten, and that combination led to her getting herself stuck inside an old chipmunk nest halfway down the steep bank of the creek by my parents' house. from there she proceeded to scream her head off until both my mom and i came out to see what on earth was making all that racket, then we excavated her out of that hole like a sad little potato. she was grateful for the rescue, but definitely NOT grateful for the ensuing flea baths and conversion to indoor cat life at my apartment, which she reminds me of regularly. ivy i'm sorry for saving you from an early death due to predation/disease/cars, but can you stop biting me every day of my life please

#even every other day would be an improvement. #i do in fact take her out for leashed walks regularly when the weather is tolerable but it hasn't been possible for months and she's FED UP #however. i say all this but she routinely climbs into my lap for naps & greets me at the door purring & headbutting every time i come home #so clearly she's not that unhappy. her tolerance for regular cat-owner shenanigans however is essentially non-existent. #after 6 years though i can read her like a book. i know exactly how many head smooches i can get in before she gets too annoyed #and exactly how long she wants to be held when i come home before she wants to be put down #and exactly what she means when she 'gently' chews on my ankles ('play with me now or i'll bite harder') #but strangers on the other hand? guests in my home? my beloved human friends? they do not speak her language. #and the margin for error with her is razor thin. if you don't listen immediately when she says 'stop touching me' she will go from lovey #to SCRATCHING YOU BITING YOU HISSING HISSING HISSING almost immediately. #i have tried everything to convince her that's unnecessary but i think she is just SO sensitive she can't handle it #but i still love her so much. i understand her and she understands me. idk WHAT i'm gonna do when she eventually dies i'm gonna be a wreck. #in a lot of ways we are SUPER similar. i also lash out when i'm overstimulated & i also have a much lower threshold for that #than most people. #i get it.

[nicoliine]

When Charlie found out that she is now a big sister.

☆彡 Your lover is an idiot; he can be a cute one or an annoying one, never in between, and right now you wonder which one he is as you are in the middle of one of their idiocies.

☆ Reader is g/n.

☆ Warnings: mild swearing? just Angel being Angel. Kinda crack, Charlie cries and it's all your fault.

No proofread.

 

 

You could ask anyone in and out of the hotel and get the same answer. Every. Single. Time.

Who is the biggest supporter of you and Lucifer's relationship? Charlie Morningstar.

 

Not that there was much competition; truth be told, she was the only one who cared enough about your relationship, always asking how your dates were going and if her father was treating you right.

And of course, Angel, who was suspiciously very interested in your partner, but you weren't planning on answering his questions, you prefer to keep his dick size to yourself.

 

That is why you find it unnecessary, so weird, to have the whole hotel's residents in the lobby waiting for the so-important announcement that Lucifer wanted to make; you love him? Yes, you will always be by his side? Definitely. Now, does that mean you want to? Right now, you are not sure.

Right before everyone's eyes, you stand beside your lover, who looked so excited and you could swear was about to jump in joy. Your energy doesn't match his, and you only give Charlie a small smile every now and then to let her know everything is alright.

He cleared his throat. "Now, you may wonder why we reunited you here today," he said, his voice denoting mistery. That made you chuckle. He is such a showman. "My love and I have big news!"

 

"We're having a baby!" He said it with one of the biggest smiles you had seen on his face.

 

"What!?"

"I'm having A BABY BROTHER!?"

 

"Well, not exactly," you interrupted before anyone else could speak or Lucifer started his theatrics again. "I think the appropriate word is "babies."  The comments started again.

 

"Damn, I knew that dick was good," Angel said.

 

☆◦ •◦☆

For someone who loves you so much and could kiss the ground you walk on, Lucifer was hard to convince to go on a walk with you. He surrenders the moment you say you are, in fact, going on with or without him, following after you.

You could see in his face that he was not having the time of his life. You remember the first time he stepped on the hotel, doing his best to not call it shit right there, and the streets in Pentagram City were not different from that; in fact, it was worse.

You just couldn't help it. It was nice to go on a walk around the streets; it was something you always enjoyed. Your lover's presence scaring away every soul who looked in your direction was just a treat.

 

When you suddenly stopped, Lucifer, who was following a step behind you, called your name with curiosity.

 

You couldn't find many animals in hell—well, not in the pride ring—but when a hellborn brings an animal, it is common for it to be the pet of someone. That's why you're now standing there, surprised to see at least five baby ducks on the side of the walk, running around.

"Look at those cute ones!" Your lover exclaims besides you with a babyish voice, as he kneels to take one of the ducks on his hand. "Darling, look! Is so precious!" You smiled, the image before you so breathtaking; you followed his actions, now rubbing one of the little ones head with your finger.

You counted six ducks; they seemed to be no more than three days old. Looking around, you tried to get a glimpse of the ducks mother, but it seemed like they were all by themselves; it nearly broke your heart.

"Darling! We can't just leave them here!" You turn your head to look at Lucifer, who was trying to hold all of the ducks in his arms; it was actually cute.

 

☆◦ •◦☆

To see the King of Hell walking around the hotel with six ducks and one Niffty following him as if he were a mama duck was something nobody expected, but they seemed to be getting used to the idea.

Husk mentioned he is, in fact, the mama duck, and you were the father.

What really took you off guard was to see Charlie resting her head on Vaggie's shoulder, crying over the baby brother you guys allegedly made her think of.

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#hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #Lucifer is a mama duck #someone give my charlie gurl a baby bro #nicolines

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for resplendeo; Billy and Damian and the whole soulmate thing.

Batman pulls his cowl back up, because he’s Bruce Wayne and people would recognize him if he didn’t, and Billy flees as adult-ly as possible back to the meeting room. Everyone else is still there, including a very clearly tense Robin, and Billy has absolutely no idea what to say. 

“Um, so–” he tries to start, and Robin immediately bristles and draws himself up to his full height. 

“Silence!” he snaps, baring his teeth at him. “I want nothing to do with you. I have nothing to do with you.” 

“I mean, that’s not actually true?” Billy says, trying not to wince. “Like the soulmate thing is definitely a thing. If you don’t want me around, I understand, just first can I try to–” 

“I do not want you! You are superfluous!” Robin snarls, and, well, at least Billy knows why he’s picking the specific insults he’s picking this time. Though he doesn’t really know why Robin is so convinced of that even thinking that they’re familial soulmates. What’s wrong with having more family members? 

Like, ones who aren’t asshole uncles who’ll steal your inheritance and leave you homeless and destitute on the street just for kicks, he means. Obviously. 

Maybe Robin’s had an asshole uncle or two in his family. Billy can understand that. But also, like . . . that’s really not what’s happening here, so . . . he really needs to figure out how to, like, spin this or something. Or . . . something. 

“I would really like to talk to you first,” Billy says. “Like–just if you let me–” 

“No!” Robin snaps, clenching his fists as his shoulders stiffen. “You are unnecessary and I want nothing to do with you! I have a father, and he is neither dead nor derelict in his duties and I have no desire for–Father, I want nothing to do with him, don’t give me to some other–I am your son and I don’t want a different father!” 

“Oh,” Batman says quietly, and Billy cringes in guilt. Oh. Okay. 

He really, really didn’t mean to make Robin feel like his dad wouldn’t want him just because he had a soulmate. 

Shit. 

Batman opens his mouth and starts to say something, but the speed of Mercury and also guilt gets there first. 

“Please don’t freak out, I promise I’m not your dad,” Billy says with another cringe, half-covering his face with a hand, and Robin–pauses, and frowns.

“Wait, what?” Green Lantern says with a frown of his own. “You said you were the kid’s soulmate.” 

“I mean . . .” Billy winces, then drags his hand down his face. “I am? Just, uh–right, okay, so I maybe kind of joined the Justice League under pretenses that in a certain light might appear to be false and I am so sorry for how weird I have made . . . literally all of this, pretty much, pretty much everything ever? Also, um. Shazam.” 

The lightning hits in a blinding flash. Captain Marvel disappears. 

Everyone says absolutely nothing. A whole lot of nothing. 

Then Green Arrow falls out of his seat. 

“Marvel,” Flash says, just staring at Billy. “What the actual, literal, entire fuck.” 

“What the hell, Cap?!” Green Lantern yells. Billy, since he’s now not incapable of acting like a sassy little bastard with a heart of brass at best, just shrugs and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. 

“Should you guys be swearing in front of the children like that?” he asks skeptically. Green Lantern makes a strangled noise. Green Arrow manages to fall out of his seat again without actually having successfully gotten back into it. 

“Is this your true form?” Wonder Woman asks, looking perplexed. Billy shrugs. Black Canary puts her face in her hands. 

“You–you are grounded, Mister,” she says. 

“No I’m not,” Billy says, making a face at her. “You can’t ground me, my parents are too dead for you to tell on me, and I’ll just Captain Marvel myself away if you try and stick me back in foster care. So there.”

Black Canary keeps her face in her hands and makes a very pained sound, for some reason. Superman looks very, very stressed out. 

Robin just tilts his head, looking much less upset than before. So that’s something, Billy figures. Like, that was what he was going for here, with ‘fessing up to this and all. He really was not intending to confess to this before Robin happened. 

“I see,” Robin says after a moment, narrowing his eyes assessingly as he looks Billy over. Billy resists the stupid urge to straighten his hoodie. “So you are a romantic soulmate to me, not a familial one. And you are also a nigh-unstoppable force of magic in possession of incredible godly powers.” 

“I . . . technically, I guess?” Billy says, not sure how to take that. 

“But you are also a literal twelve year-old,” Robin says, his eyes narrowing a little more. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Billy says with a grimace. Robin frowns. 

“I really don’t know how I feel about this,” he says.

#resplendeo #wip: billy and damian and the whole soulmate thing #long post

[twiisted-king]

✧ Gwen Stacy GF HC’s ✧

➟ Gwen Stacy / GN!Reader 🕸️🤍

➟ SFW ( she’s 16 you sick fucks )

➟ TW : Depression mentions & Injuries/Blood ( It’s fairly fluffy <3 )

————————————————————————

— At first, Gwen didn’t think that she had a crush on you. She denied it up and down even though it was abundantly obvious y’all had chemistry.

— She was Spider-Woman! She didn’t have time for relationships and all the unnecessary parts of life.

— It was frustrated Gwen to hell and back just trying to ignore her feelings. She would avoid you at school, take extra long patrols, anything to get you off her mind.

— Until you started noticing how she had been avoiding you. I don’t think Gwen is the best at processing her emotions and when you confront her about it she sort of breaks down in a way. She apologizes for ignoring you then quickly decides to just give up the ghost and confess.

— Poor Gwen is standing there, smiling awkwardly at you and convincing herself you are absolutely going to reject her. Until you don’t and then she nearly has a heart attack on the spot.

— Gwen definitely gets better at being a girlfriend as time progresses. She always leaves little notes for you, texts you whenever she can, and bring you your favorite snacks. Gwen’s love language is definitely Acts of Service and Quality Time.

— You’re craving ice cream at 12 o’clock at night? Good because she is to and she’s already out the door to the nearest gas station.

— However, one thorn in the relationship is the fact that she’s Spider-Woman. It gets harder to make excuses for why she’s covered in bruises and limping all the time. Maybe she should tell you? But what if you leave her or worse hate her for keeping such a big secret !? Gwen is definitely overthinking everything.

— Her secret is revealed one day when you unexpectedly come over to her apartment one day just as she’s crawling into the window in costume. Y’all have a little staring contest before she has to take off the mask because why the hell would Spider-Woman be crawling in your girlfriend’s window at 10 O’clock at night?

— Gwen definitely cries. Apologizing profusely and begging you not to tell her dad about any of this. Instead, you just hug her and she realizes that you aren’t mad at her. She answers any questions you have though is somewhat hesitant since she doesn’t want you getting dragged into any of it. Her first priority is making sure you are safe and no one finds out you’re Spider-Woman’s S/O.

— She takes you to your place of choice as an apology just to be extra EXTRA sure you aren’t mad at her.

— You patch up Gwen’s wounds all the time. Few words are spoke once the med kit comes out and she is grateful to have someone who is willing to deal with her crimefighting BS. Being a superhero can be super depressing and you are always there to be a shoulder for her to lean on.

— On a slightly more happy note, Gwen would love to teach you how to play the drums! It’s pretty adorable to see her get so excited about something she’s passionate about.

— Gwen always tries to get you something for your birthday. She’ll save up months in advance so she can get the perfect gift and take mental notes of what you like. She tried to make a cake one year .. that didn’t turn out well so she just bought one instead.

— She’ll let you borrow her clothes if you want and won’t say anything if it never appears in her closet again.

— I do think her dad would be supportive of the relationship. It’s a little awkward the first time y’all have dinner together, but George Stacy is fairly chill once you get to know him. This man makes shitty dad jokes though and tells embarrassing childhood stories about Gwen to you.

— SO many pictures of you. Not even just on her phone but also hung up around her room. It’s kind of cute how flustered she gets when you point out her phone wallpaper of y’all.

— Late night talks on rooftops. Gwen finds being outside relaxing and she’ll make a whole set up so you two can stargaze.

— Called you “ Babygirl “ as a joke once now it’s a running gag.

— She finds cursed images / 3 AM humor to be the absolute peak of comedy and sends the dumbest shit to you.

— She wanted to show off her webs to you once then proceeded to accidentally get your foot stuck to a wall and THEN got herself stuck trying to help.

— Movies dates are common and she’ll purposely pick out the worst ones so she can give commentary. Twilight was an absolute rollercoaster for her.

— Builds a cute little house in Minecraft for y’all to live in please just ignore the fact it has no roof and the floors are made of dirt.

— And the best girlfriend of the year award goes to Gwen Stacy :)

#Gwen Stacy #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy x reader #I love her your honor #spiderman atsv #astv x reader #it’s 2 am when i am writing this #i haven’t written anything in a while

[igotanidea]

Pool party : Dick grayson x reader

Request: by @pinkestfloyd - dick x female reader having a pool party at the wayne manor

***

It took weeks to convince Y/N to have a proper celebration of her birthday.

If it was up to her she would rather have some quiet event, like a nice dinner with her boyfriend, a movie and some cuddles and maybe something more.

But no……!

Dick Grayson, being the eldest son of the billionaire and head over heels in love with her just had to go overboard.

A pool party? She raised an eyebrow when he broke the news to her a couple weeks earlier “do you even know me Dick? Why the hell would I want a pool party?”

“Cause you never had any in your life obviously!” he grinned

“Do you see me mourning that terrible loss?”

“come on, baby…..” he cooed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling to him “it’s gonna be fun.. I promise! Scout’s word!”

“You were never in the scouts.”

“How about Robin’s word?” he keeps on convincing her, his tone playful

“Now that’s something I would never trust….” She snickers

“You’re breaking my heart here Y/N….” one of his hands leave her body as he puts it on his heart, faking going into a cardiac arrest. “Shall I wear my Nightwing costume to convince you?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I never knew Nightwing is a party goer…..”

“duh! Obviously! He’s the most popular hero in the city! Of course he’s a party animal!”

“I have one too many people who would argue with that.”

“Come on.....” he whines “Y/N….. pleaaaaaseeeeee?”

“It’s not working on me, you know?”

“I still got some time to the most important day of the year which is your b-day. I’ll keep working on it. Now can you beloved boyfriend have a kiss?”

***

Satisfying his words and being a stubborn pain in the ass for the next days Dick was quite literally popping out of nowhere to talk her into his crazy and irrational idea.

She broke when one day he grabbed her from behind when she was leaving shower, dragging her into the room, almost giving her a heart attack in the process. She was tired of those childish monkey tricks and fully aware he was not going give up until she said yes to that completely ridiculous idea of unnecessary pool party at the manor (that being the quote).

Thinking about her future with Dick she was kind of getting worried of what lengths he might go to, if it ever came to asking her to marry him…….

 But…

She said yes to the party and the look on Dick’s face at that moment almost made her blood freeze.

His face lit up, his eyes sparkled and he looked like a kid in a candy store. Clearly, the ideas and plans to make it the best party in her entire life clouded his logical thinking, cause when she tried to give him a single suggestion about it, he hushed her and rushed off the room, muttering some omniscient words about attractions, catering and  flamingos(!).

Shit……

***

And that’s how she found herself here.

Here being the guest room in the manor, in front of the mirror, hesitant to do as much as peek out, let alone enjoy her own birthday party.

Everything seemed perfect. Unlike any other day in Gotham the sun was shining, no one fought anyone and even Jason and Bruce decided to let go of their unresolved conflict and bitter attitude (which made her wonder what was thing Dick threatened them with and explained the screaming she heard one day – something about no fucking fighting!).

Yes. Everything seemed perfect.

Everything except her – the woman of the hour.

And the more she stared at herself in the mirror, the more stressed she got. For no reason in particular.

“Y/n?” Dick peeked inside the room, grinning “What’s taking you so long? Everyone’s waiting.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming….” She muttered looking like a cloud storm

“Oh, no….” Dick grabbed her wrist spinning her around and putting a finger under her chin forcing her gaze up “not with that attitude. Come on…. Cheer up…. You act so much like Jason….. I promised you fun and I intend to keep that promise. Trust me?”

“You’re asking awfully a lot, Dick.” She rolls her eyes. “should know better but yeah, I do trust you.” Her hand instinctively found a way to his cheek, caressing it gently “I’m sorry I;ve been a pain about it…..”

“I forgive you, now come on, let’s party!”

“Yay…..”

The second he led her outside, her moody attitude was gone in a second, replaced by the feeling of utter shock.

Positive shock.

Contrary to her worries, Dick did not invite the whole Justice League members, Titans and whoever else. Instead, the only guests were the closest member of the Batfamily, Alfred and Bruce obviously included. And seeing them just like that – chilling and carefree from the crime fighting , even if only for a while, made her happy that she agreed to all that. For her and for their sake’s.

Stephanie, Barbara and Cass were sunbathing by the pool, laughing and talking, Damian was floating on the water on the pool  inflatable in the shape of avocado and Tim was cussing quietly at the Bluetooth loudspeaker that refused to work properly. Even Jason seemed almost happy taking care of the food and the grill, wearing his famous kiss the cook apron. Bruce and Alfred were almost in a holiday mood, casually sipping drinks and keeping an eye on everyone.

Even Titus and Alfred the cat seemed to join the party.

“Is …. Is that a slide there?” Y/N asked, completely shocked at all the decorations, balloons and attractions. And lack of flamingos, luckily.

“Of course it is! Did you really think I would do anything you don’t like?” Dick grinned “Come on, sunshine, I know my own girlfriend and it’s your day after all! HEY PEOPLE!” he yelled getting the attention of the entire family “THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IS HERE!”

“Oh, for fuck’s….” Tim mutters, kicking the stereo in a poor attempt to finally make it work. And to everyone’s surprise it actually did and the party music played from the speaker.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Stephanie in her purple swimming suit came running and hugging her friend and everyone followed. It took way too much time for Dick’s liking and getting impatient he just swept his girlfriend out of her feet, picked her up bridal style and screaming cannonball! Jumped into the pool with Y/N in his arms causing a little tsunami, that almost flooded Jason grill.

“Dick! I’m all wet!” Y/N yelled breaking into the surface, brushing her hair out of face.

“It’s a pool party! What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, music, drinks and sprawling on the lawn chair?”

“Not on my watch, baby. I’ll make sure to give you more entertainment than that.” He smirked

And just like that, with her favourite music playing and her favourite people around she finally got herself into a party mood, realising that it was in fact her day.

***

A few hours later, all his siblings, Bruce and Alfred left, leaving Y/N and Dick to have some alone time. It was quite hard with everyone running around, laughing, bantering and sliding on the slide. A lot was happening and only now they got a chance to enjoy each other in quiet.

Y/N was laying on the inflatable, facing the sky and Dick was sitting on the edge of the pool watching her.

“Thanks for this dick…” she mutters sitting so she could face him. I really did have fun.”

“Told ya!” he grinned, slipping into the water and getting closer to her. “I know better what you may need, baby. Gotta believe me more.”

“Yeah….not gonna happen you big kid…”

“Big kid huh?” she scoffed “If you say so…” without hesitation he grabbed some water into his hands and splashed it all over her.

“Hey!”  she laughed and shook “not fair, Grayson! This is a literal attack on me!” she kicked her feet trying to get her revenge without leaving her place. “Take that!”

“You’re just so cute when you’re trying to threaten me, Y/N.”

“don’t come any closer to me, you shark!” she laughed seeing him swim closer to her and leaning on her mattress, eyeing her with loving gaze.

“I’m not a shark…. I’m trying to do some Titanic impression here.” He joked referring to the position her was in. His bottom half in the water, his upper half above it, with Y/N floating on the water.”

“not a funny reference Dick. You know how Leo DiCaprio ended there right?”

“Well, I am hoping for a different outcome.”

“And what may that…..?’

She didn’t get to finish the sentence when Dick jumped out of the water pecking her lips, grabbing her waist and dragged her underwater, pulling close without breaking the contact even for a moment. The speed and agility of this gesture immediately washed away all of her anger and she kissed him back, her own hands finding a way to his shoulder and neck, not wanting the kiss to end. This time, it turned out it was dick who had to have common sense when after a few seconds he pulled her up.

“That was what I was hoping for.” He grinned leaning his forehead on his.

“You were the one to stop…..” she pointed out

“not even close to stopping….Just couldn’t risk you suffocating there….”

“How ironic would it be if I suffocate to death on my birthday…”

“And that reminds me…. I didn’t give you your present….” He murmured, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist under water “thank god, my family finally left us alone…..” and with those words he leaned forward capturing her lips in his, smiling and showing her how happy those birthday were about to become.   

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff #dick grayson x oc #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson fic #nightwing x oc #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing fic #nightwing fanfiction

[pastorpresent]

Just Let Me Adore You.

[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]

TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.

Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred

"Where is he?"

Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.

"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."

You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.

It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.

You had no such qualms.

"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.

The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.

He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.

"Now listen to me-"

"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.

Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.

There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.

You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.

"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.

"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.

"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.

"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"

You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.

"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.

It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.

He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"

It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.

"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."

Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.

He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.

He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.

"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.

"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?

"If it's how I go, it's how I go."

Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.

"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"

You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.

It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.

"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."

You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.

"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.

He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.

The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.

You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.

It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.

"Shirt, mama?"

It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.

"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.

He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.

"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.

"So gorgeous, daddy."

"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.

"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.

"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.

"Or somethin."

You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.

"Where ya goin?"

He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.

"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.

"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"

Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.

You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.

You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.

"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.

"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.

"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.

You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.

"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"

The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.

"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"

He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.

"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."

You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.

The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.

The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.

"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.

"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.

You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.

#elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #elvis 2022 #elvis/yn #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #austin butler x you #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

I’ve taken a night to get my emotions and my brain in order so now let’s talk: Percy Jackson and The Olympians Season One Finale. And oh my goodness you guys, I loved it so much. I cried, I screamed, and I drank blue cocktails. (we tried to make blue cookies as well but they just came out beige with the tiniest hint of kinda green, but they still tasted good)

BOOK AND SHOW SPOILERS AHEAD!

I have been a fan of Charlie Bushnell's Luke all season but I was really waiting for this episode to truly see his interpretation of the character and OH MY GOD HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT. I cried. He can freaking ACT and he was absolutely incredible (tbc I'm not saying no-one else has been acting to the same incredible standards because they absolutely have but I'm particularly praising him because this is really the first opportunity he's had to truly show us what he can do). The fact that the show managed to surprise me (as someone who was first read the books when I was six and has loved and reread them over and over again since) with the interpretation of Luke it presented completely blew me away, and I LOVE this interpretation of him so let's talk about it. I firmly believe that Percy and Luke are literary foils and each represent everything the other had the potential to become, so to see the set up of a potentially far more emotional arc for Luke was really beautiful to me and I think it was really well done; the fight scene in the forest so perfectly exemplified everything between them that is so similar and so distinctly different. The pain we saw in Luke in this scene was so genuinely moving and it I think it sets up a really interesting implication for his arc towards being willing to kill other demigods as either being slower or as being partly influenced by the pain he feels from losing Annabeth - when he looked at her I could hear I'm on her side, always. She's my little sister. and it was heart-breaking. At first I wasn't sure about the absence of the pit scorpion but I think it makes a lot of sense for this adaptation since if he was emotional and didn't want to kill Percy but had taken the scorpion out there with him it just wouldn't add up - however, I do think that Percy should have been injured in the fight. It didn't have to be anything that stopped the series from being PG because that would be unnecessary and as teens and adults who enjoyed the books a long time ago we know that this show isn't made for our age group so we shouldn't be expecting any gore or anything, but I do think that the show hasn't consistently represented the stakes as being as high as they were in the books. That being said, I adored this scene and the fight, I think it was absolutely the correct choice for this interpretation of Luke and maybe this is an unpopular opinion I don't know, but I am really glad that Annabeth was there because I think it's so important for her to be able to see this first hand instead of having the news passed on to her and it potentially gives us a really interesting set up to explore her emotional response to his betrayal in a slightly different way. It's also incredible to me to note that Luke's demeanour changed when Annabeth revealed herself; he is a different person in her absence because of the façade he puts up for her and this for me was really reflective of the way when Annabeth describes them first travelling to camp she idolises the way he fought off so many monsters to protect them but Thalia describes it as him picking unnecessary fights and endangering them.

This is maybe an inconsequential detail, but for me it was massive: the change in lighting at the betrayal reveal emphasised Luke's scar far more noticeably than before and in this moment, reminding book readers of the pain he went through and of Hermes' failures, Percy is literally seeing Luke in a new light. Incredible. Now maybe I'm just misremembering but I was convinced that it was in the first book that Luke told Percy how he got his scar, but I remember it being quite a brief retelling and Luke skating over the details quite quickly. I think that's because we only get it from Percy's perspective in the books and Luke is unable to fully articulate his experiences because of the pain it causes him, so I'm wondering whether not telling us about his quest thus far is because not having a limited POV is going to give us the opportunity to truly understand Luke's pain, and maybe even show us flashbacks, later on, which I think has brilliant potential and could be utterly heart-breaking and amazing if it's done well. I'm really glad that there's already been reference to May Castellan (the way I want to cry just thinking about herrrrrrr. I am not emotionally prepared to see May Castellan on screen anyway, but the prospect of seeing her during a far more emotional character arc for Luke is terrifying and so exciting and I can't wait it's gonna destroy me) and I although at first it struck me as strange that they'd included Hermes in season 1, I think I now understand that it was quite important for us to have a better understanding of Hermes attitude towards Luke and the fact that Annabeth had met him before very obviously explaining that there's more to understand about their relationship, but ALSO because it added so so much to the Percy/Luke parallels by showing us Hermes' failures and Poseidon's successes. I think that the presentation of Poseidon was so brilliantly done, I cannot explain to you the scream that I screamed when the camera panned round to reveal that Poseidon was standing in between Zeus and Percy; they so perfectly showed the awkwardness and discomfort of their relationship in synchronicity with Poseidon genuinely wanting to care for and protect Percy, and I think that it did such a good job of highlighting the difference between Hermes and Poseidon and the subsequent impact on Luke and Percy respectively. The first I heard that my sister had started watching the episode (tbc she knew I'd already finished it) was an all caps text message saying" HE SURRENDERED". Because that means SO MUCH to us as the viewer! It was massive!!!!!!!! It was incredible!!!! It also made so much sense as to why they had let the solstice pass, because we needed to see this and so much more importantly PERCY needed to see this. I hope I'm getting my point across this feels kind of like rambling nonsense, but when we have this more sympathetic image of Luke it is therefore so important to understand why we so confidently believe he's in the wrong and for me that came most prominently from the way Poseidon did enough for Percy to show him that he cared the only way he knew how to, and in Luke using Percy's own fatal flaw against him in their final sword fight. Percy's fatal flaw is his loyalty and in that fight the moment he thought he'd hurt Luke he stopped and apologised, only for Luke to exploit his feelings of friendship and use them against him to keep fighting. Again, I think this could have been more effective if Percy was actually injured but I understand why they didn't and I wouldn't have suggested they cut anything else to have enough time to include that.

And whilst we're on parallels as well, I don't think there are any words to explain what I felt when we heard "You didn't ask to be a half-blood". Like... yeah, literally nothing, I can't explain it, it was incredible.

I was going to talk about Annabeth being allowed to be a kid but I actually saw a post about that yesterday by @mydairpercabeth so I'll link it here.

Okay if you bothered to read this far thank you very much, let me know what you thought of the show and the finale too!! And also I've been avoiding talking about this too much up until now, I made a post when the first two episodes came out but I've been quiet since because I wanted to watch the whole season first, so if anyone wants more of this/wants thoughts on any of the other episodes let me know! Thanks for reading I hope it made some semblance of sense :)

#disney pjo #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo tv show #grover underwood #annabeth chase #percy jackson spoilers #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #percy series #grover #percyjackson #annabeth pjo #annabeth percy jackson #leah is our annabeth #percy jackson show #percabeth #percy jackson season finale #pjo meta #pjo show

[arson-09]

Why AcoMaF is a subjectively BAD BOOK

Point 1: feels like a different series

Acomaf does NOT feel like a sequel to acotar. The main reason being your introduced to a whole new cast of characters without warning. Typically, in a series your introduced to your main characters in the first book and the cast that will come and go throughout the rest of the series (ex pjo, six of crows, the cruel prince) you get new characters introduced at some points but you already know all the really important people. in acomaf though we basically forego the og acotar cast (which was small) and given a HUGE cast of important characters. Along with a new, large plot that really didn't get footing in acotar. The only thing that carries over between the two books in Feyre. Tamlin and the spring court hardly count in my mind cause its so drastically different from how it was written in acotar

point 2: characters, their motivs, and their writing

I can go on for AGES about the character assassination of Tamlin. Sjm completely re-wrote his character. There was no actually foreshadowing for this behavior in acotar and i will talk on this more in a later point. But back to our main girl Feyre. Feyre wasn't horrific in this book (shockingly) however she frequently states things that aren't true. Example, she says that "He [Tamlin] hadn't tried to kill her [Amarantha], hadn't crawled for me." which is false. to quote acotar "I found Tamlins eyes- wide as he crawled towards Amarantha, watching me die, and unable to save me while his wound slowly healed, while she still gripped his power." I could also cite early passages where Tamlin is BEGGING Amarantha to stop hurting Feyre. We are told why in acotar Tamlin couldn't fix everything (giving reason to Feyre having to do the trials etc etc) however this is promptly forgotten in acomaf to villainize Tamlin and give Feyre some sort of motive. A completely unnecessary thing. SJM can't commit to what she wrote previously, having to retcon things instead of thinking up some other motivation or reasoning. Its frankly lazy and makes the story feel cheap. I made many highlights in acomaf where something is directly retconned.

point 3: SJM and writing anger issues and mentally ill characters.

This will mainly focus on Tamlin as his character and his issues are quite personal to me.

Tamlin is written to have anger issues. these are vaguely hinted at in acotar when, after Rhysand comes and threatens the shit out of everyone Tamlin orders everyone to leave the dining room and then takes his anger out on the furniture (that is what is hinted at anyway) and then in acomaf these outbursts of anger are amped up. And used to go "look! he's actually evil and a bad person!"

As someone who has anger issues, a short temper, whatever you want to call it, finds this really disheartening. It's clear to me that sjm doesn't actually put thought or care into writing characters with tempers. Its also extremely biased as Rhysand is written to have a short temper however this is never a problem, but it is with Nesta and Tamlin. Now this is not me excusing abuse, but a character having anger issues does not equal abusive and bad like the acotar fandom heavily does with Tamlin. In general Tamlin's character is so dissolved in acomaf its just sad. SJM didn't even try to write a convincing character descent. At some point in writing acotar she fell in love with Rhysand and decided she wanted to change the love interest. (she had done this before in throne of glass) and while that's fine choosing to use Tamlins anger issues and protectiveness to attempt to write an antagonist was a cheap cop out. She couldn't even commit to making him an actual villain. Shes just capitalizing off of mental issues.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #tamlin #rhysand #feyre #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #sjm #sjm critical

[kazoolapow]

Dark they were, Golden Eyes. part 1

pairing : vampire! Azula x f! reader word count : 2.7k warning(s) : azula being a vampire should be a red alert on it's own. and oh my god, she's gæ. summary : you are a journalist that's struggling to keep your self-employed job running. you specialized in vampire research. Sokka, your partner in crime, forced you to tag along with him for the richest family's party, The Azulon Family (just pretend their last name is Azulon). your mission is to befriended a rich person to support your business. But everything you planned changed when she approached you... A/N : it's my first fic that i humbly share to the world. because it has taken over every waking moment of my life. there will be a few parts to this. i hope y'all enjoy it!

Have you ever feel trapped? No idea which way to go. Whichever paths you choose, you lose? Within your mind, you could have sworn that you had tried every way, anything—no matter how small it is, yet the results countered back your hard work? If yes, then hi, I feel you, I see you. Life is a funny thing. No one said life is fair. But no one warned it hurts like a bitch.

Yes, life sucks. It can go to hell, for all I care, in which I'm unaware of how that concept works. Life going to hell. But that's not enough to convinced me ending mine and actually go enter the place. Hell is a friendly concept I've accustomed with, even befriended with. I spent my whole spirit of being to research this creature from hell. A creature from it lurked around my innocent city.

From what I believed, it tore down and melt the innocence as slowly it replaced by gruesome, wicked, egoistical philosophy that pathetically most people worship. A creature so acute, people started to be indifferent by the sight of it's true evilness. To them, it brighten their minds with new ways of thinking, just enough light to blind them with much ignorance to the nature of this mass of a scam. An intellectual vampire laid out their plans with the outmost care that the facade is as good as it is true. As most people followed the philosophy from an unknown author, a follower with no clue to who.

And so, my pathetic life is on the line to, at least, try to wake people up. I wanted to help. Eradicate this unnecessary pile of evil that no one asked for. The world's already disarray as it already is, it always were. But a place has it's limited space, this newfound philosophy is just none other like an ugly Christmas sweater, you wore it once and for the rest of your time it should be ignored and unbothered.

Of course, what's life without it's injustice. My research is on the brink of collapse. A Jenga wobbly piece, tempted to be pulled by gravity in any moment. If that vampire played their game right, they might just won and left my Jenga to take a dive.

"Hey, Long Face." My thoughts halt, adjusting my blurred vision to his waving hand. "There's no turning back now." Sokka eyed my face, as if he just heard my thoughts narrating.

"I know." I say flatly. My head feels heavier from waking up to reality, I'd rather to be drowned by my flowing thoughts until the time of a big event is five minutes away. The intrusion from Sokka, sadly, set the train of thoughts into the distance, a distance I could not reach. Irritated, I turned to him with his compulsive to take off his suit that he said was torturous. "Ugh," I sighed. "Why do we have to do this again? Just the both of us?"

"Shush. You complained like an annoying walkie talkie."

"But we could get some help! From your sister, Katara would—"

"Listen," He points a finger, uncaring to let me finish my sentence. "Katara is growing a family with Aang. Children, my friend, children. We cannot bother them with this anymore." I frowned. Slumping my tensed shoulders down with a defeat. "You talk big about growing a family. What about Suki?" I probed. He stopped his movements to process what I said. "Aren't you supposed to plan something for her?"

He lets out a dramatic sigh. "You doubt me? Even the slightest bit, teeny tiny bit, as thin as a paper? You wound me, Y/N." His expressions animated with over-exaggerated pout, big doed eyes, and hands covered his face. I narrowed, not taking his hints to break a smile to his magnificent acting. It's quite pitying. He dropped the act to convert to a new emotion. "Of course I do! I'll have that ring slipped to her finger in no time. But just—let her focus on her study, okay?"

I hummed. Everyone is taken to a commitment for the love of their life. A ceremony where exchanging vows and complicated administration work that will lead to their new chapter. Then what's the empty promises that friends made, the ‘I'll always be there for you’. Is that just empty words? Because legally, people are devoted to tie their ropes of responsibility and loyalty to their chosen partner. Love is a funny thing. Like a cake divided up, but one slice have a slight bigger size compared to the others.

"Hey." He called. "It's for your cause, too. If I leave you as a married man, then who's gonna help you do all the dirty work without all the money?"

He spat. He spat the fact that shuddered every living nerves inside of me. I had no fear of working alone. I fear of losing support from like-minded people like him, I fear their trust in what I do will evaporate to thin air. Hope would be all gone within me. I keep digging up the seeds that I sow yet nothing I plant will ever truly grow. I sighed, massaging my tensed temple due to overheating use of brain power. "You're right." I say in defeat.

"Alright then, Frowny Face. We're going to nail this." He took a hold of my shoulders. "I got your back." An instant smile turned my frowned lips upside down.

"Now, listen up. Here's the plan. A bunch of aristocrats will be cramped together for three hours in this party. The main goal is to win a heart of a loaded aristocrat enough to support your work with their innumerable amount of cash. If you're fortunate, then two or more would be nice. But if you're lucky—The Big Jackpot would be to get close to The Azulon Family. At least, one member of the family. Since individually, they have huge, gigantic, loading to erupt of a volcano of a money," He gestured explosion, arms stretched open wide to reveal his "boom" voice more audible.

"But," he added, composing himself again. "Never ever, ever be a kilometer close with the daughter." His lips thinned.

"Azula?" I tried, remembering the family's name one by one.

He nodded slowly. "That woman is impossible to win over. She's ruthless. A great liar and just an absolute sinister. God knows what will happen if we ever partnered with her, we'd be good as a stray cat."

"Why's that?"

"In what mad Jasmine Dragon Tea you've been into? Have you not hear the news?"

I shrugged. "I don't follow politics." Politics is where the philosophy was planted it's root deep. While it may be a main cause on my research to the vampire, it's too much havoc for me to handle. I cut to the chase to the planter instead.

He groaned. "It's a long story. This one thing you should keep in mind. Do not go near her. Understand?" He stare deep to me, waiting for my reply. "Yes, sir."

———

"Act natural." He lowered down to my ear. What's does natural even mean in this cramped up party with full of devious people? "What does it even mean? People like us may have different definition of natural from people like them." I scoffed, earning a glare under his party mask.

"Don't you dare being a partypooper now. If you observe anything from my acting, you would've been so wise." He offered his arm for me to take. Hesitating, I took it as we walk towards the big door that hid the party I dread for. "The Azulon will be dressed in red today." He informed before the doors were being opened by a footman.

As soon as the door was opened for us, my senses immediately struck in awe. Everybody was going out. What's with these doors being opened, and the descent and the start? It seemed as if the whole town were embarking in little boats come ashore to the bank, tossing on the waters, as if the whole place were floating off in carnival. And golden as it was the room shine so bright. The pillars even pronounced itself with detailed, complicated carvings. And there was a sense of midges round the arc lamps. It was so hot that people stood about talking, anonymously, veiling their identity under their elegant party mask. Even when you are the center of attention, you're still a nobody.

I let Sokka guide me to whatever group of people, he didn't care what kind, but only with money in mind. He sparks almost anyone with laughter. Some give him queer looks, mostly from the timid attached with their stuck up personality. From there, I work my way up to try talking to the timid. They are collected, cold in their reactions and firm on their judgement. If the topic is mainly about them though, they'll warm up to you. Treat them special, like interviewing the star of the show.

After a while, I grow sloppy in my choice of words. I slurred and basically parrot what the other person said without adding any spice that would trigger an interest. "Hey." Sokka called, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I spot the son of Azulon. I think I can convince him. Should we go?" He's not asking me, he insisting me as he dragged me to Zuko. "Sokka, please. I need to catch a breather, just a moment, please?" I begged, resisting his pull to the red suited tall man and the crowd surrounding him. He sighed, letting his arm slide from mine. "Alright, you stay here. I'll go get the boy's pocket money."

"But—" He shushed me before I could protest. "I'll do the dirty work, remember?" He patted my cheeks and send me a reassuring smile. I shooed his hands away. "Then what am I going to do?" He shrugged, taking a glass as the waiter was passing by. "You could charm Ursa Azulon. She's an easy one. She's a sweetheart, like you. You two will hit it off." I narrowed, is he being serious? "Then why didn't we start on her, for the last goddamn hour that was wasted?" He held his hands up. "Networking." He said innocently. "But now, I got a boy to catch, Y/N. See ya."

I huffed, letting my hands hang mid air as I watch Sokka dance his way to Zuko. I shook my head and walk ahead without any destination in mind. Would an unaccompanied woman, strolling along like a lost puppy catch any attention? I feel like a child that's hungry of attention in telling their craves with telltale signs and persuasive hints. I try to turn my attention to the room. To the people in their heavenly dresses. To the roar of chats and erupt of laughter here and there. To the chandelier that float with dignity.

Nothing was interesting anymore to hawk. The all the same visual impressions becoming dull after half an hour. My idleness has failed me now, as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down it's china walls unrecorded. It's now or never. It’s now or my work will drown forever. My brain must wake now. My body must contract now. My soul must brave itself to endure.

"Hey. There you are." A cool, feminine voice sighed. Her arm tangled mine without warning. She and her all-black-themed dress bounced as she pivoted back to a disheveled man, panting for air and pouring sweats. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm afraid I'm already taken by this girl right here." And that was the moment, when my prayers was heard. A roleplay to save a fellow woman from a persistent man.

"Dear," I turned to her. "Who was this man again?"

The lady in black blinked twice. Her head tilting up to match the mischievous quirk of her lips. "Oh, he's a friend from work. Quite drunk here, my dear." She leaned in closer, invading my personal space. I respond. "It's a pity," with cracks in my voice that fail to hide my trembling being. I took a moment to muster up courage and say, "You heard the lady, young man. Let go of her."

He lowered his head, gloom soon color his pale skin. "I hope you got demolished by the vampire." His spirit went away as he wandered off, dragging his dejected body. Whoa, he dropped the V-bomb. What did she do to make him burdened with such agony?

I heard her exhale heavily. She took away her arm and keep it to her side, she turned to me with a beaming smile. "Not bad."

I returned the same smile. "Thank you."

Her dark hair spilled over both of her shoulders fairly, straight and voluminous. Her skin is fair and warm to my freezing body. Her eyes were glittering golden rays of the sun, that—I just noticed—it dragged slowly down my body in a leisurely appraisal, lingering in ways that left me light-headed.

"Anything—any explosion or any horror is better than a pretty lady like you wandering aimlessly." She said, her perfect white teeth sank into the plush swell of her bottom lip. I blinked dumbly, red rising up to my face. Her eyes flitting upward, in which I could guess crinkling softly at the corners.

"Uhm, yeah." I stuttered, unsure what to respond to that. "I was on the mood to just observe." I played the top button of my dress and try not to squirm under the mysterious woman's hot, heavy-lidded stare. "Oh," I started. "I didn't catch your name."

One of her arched brows rose. "I didn't throw it." The corner of her mouth rising, devilishly. A hot rush of blood raced to fill my face, leaving the blood on my brain completely dry. A laugh from her made my heart rise into my throat. "Well, what's the name of my hero, tonight?" Her lips quirked, deriving perverse pleasure in my growing flustered manner.

"Y/N."

"Y/N. My hero." My name runs through her mouth, rolled by her tongue, it scattered butterflies everywhere down there. She started to look around, circled a little with her swaying hips, satin skimming the skin of her thigh with each languid step in a direction towards a waiter. She took two glasses of champagne and stopped ahead from me, handing me a glass. "To you, Y/N."

"I don't drink." I send her an apologetic smile, waving off the glass to deny. "Come on, now. Let loose a little." She pressed, forcing my hand to accept the glass. "Please. For me?" She stared up at me with pleading eyes.

I sighed, who would say no to that eyes? "Alright," I hold the glass, brushing against her delicate fingers. "I'm warning you. If I'm drunk, It'll be all your fault. And who knows what will I do." I raised my glass to the air as she clinked it with hers. She gulped down the liquid like it was water while I'm wincing as I took a sip. "I'd take the blame as far to take you home," she smothered a sly smile. "If you're willing."

My breath hitched, almost chocking on my drink. "You don't have to go that far," I cleared my throat. "Yet."

She cocked a brow, satisfied with my reply as she rasped out a laugh. I continued and change that topic for future me to worry about. "What's your name, really?"

"Lady." She said almost immediately.

I arched a brow, "Lady...?" I trailed off, hoping for her to fill in the blanks. "Just call me Lady."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

She shook her head, a smirk lingers on her lips. "At a party like this?" She chuckled as if laughing at my own stupidity. "You're kidding." I said. My fingers twitched, anxiety crept gradually to my sickening stomach.

"A crying shame I didn't pursue a career as a stand-up comedian." She sighed. And I'd like to excuse myself from her, for a moment, the urge to smack my head off against a wall for slipping my real name without more careful consideration is highly tempting to do. "A party like this hardly ever contain originality, dear Y/N."

#azula #atla x reader #azula imagine #avatar: the last airbender #avatar #atla azula #avatar the last airbender azula #princess azula #avatar princess azula #atla princess azula #fire nation #princess azula x reader #avatar imagine #avatar fic #avatar the last airbender fic #avatar the last airbender imagine #azula x reader #sokka #azula x y/n #atla sokka #vampire azula #zuko #prince zuko #azula fic

[thecrenellations]

me running around in circles about the parallels that come together at the end of Checkmate:

(yeah)

what it says on the tin, below. Contains maximum spoilers.

(also contains references to themes of suicide, sexual violence, live chess, etc, because everything is connected.)

and because everything is connected, this is something like how it flows together in my brain. I’m not sure if it makes sense outside of it, and it’s certainly not exhaustive. I was mostly thinking about Marthe and Francis vs Kuzúm and Khaireddin. Bringing Sybilla, for example, more directly into it is a whole other spiral…

anyway:

As Francis decides whether Khaireddin or Kuzúm will die, Jerott asks, Which? The one who had experienced love and a modicum of happiness, or the one who had not.

Lymond said, “Marthe.” Marthe is the piece that takes Khaireddin. I think about Khaireddin as Marthe, sacrificed, while Francis and Kuzúm, loved by Philippa, are saved. Strangers switched as infants; siblings switched at death. In Amiens, Marthe convinces Sybilla to bully her son back to life. In Edinburgh, Philippa convinces Francis to spare Gabriel in order to save the son he has just learned exists. “I will not fail you, ever.”

Which child? The one whose life had been innocent, or the one who had been earliest corrupted and whose first uncertain steps had just been taken towards his birthright of friendship and joy?

Philippa rides to St. Mary’s with information that will destroy Joleta and Gabriel. Francis lets Gabriel kill Joleta when he could have died in her place, and I think about it as a sacrifice of his sixteen-year-old, vilified self. Like how Francis lets Khaireddin die to finally kill Gabriel. Khaireddin is Marthe, but he’s also another version of Francis, whether or not he’s his son. And the knight was the child who had not yet known happiness; the child Lymond had drawn to himself. Who is corrupted, and who is innocent? Who gets to know happiness?

“Then allow me to take the child’s place. I have no objections.” Roxelana and Güzel refuse, Khaireddin dies, and Philippa makes Francis promise to live. Marthe has told her he will not want to and told her brother that Philippa will not be thinking of herself. The marriage holds longer than the promise, but he still lives.

When Güzel is dead and Francis has made a new promise to his mother to live and return home, Marthe rides to Philippa’s home with news that would destroy Richard. Richard tries to save Marthe, but Austin destroys her, and they both do so thinking she is Francis. Depending how you count, there are four Crawford siblings and two of them are bastards. “Your father’s two sons will never meet again.”

“Like your son, I am a bastard.” “No, my dear. Forgive me, but I think you are a bastard like nobody else.” Marthe comes to England and dies before reaching Scotland. Francis tries to leave Scotland forever, to keep his brother safe. He fails. “Richard will be safe.” For the sake of someone he is just beginning to love, he does not let himself drown. The irony of “not yet.” He fails that Richard, too. It is an impossible task. The Crawford brothers take turns riding through the night to find each other alive and fracture again. Richard can never learn why Francis left, because that is the truth that would destroy him. And the sacrifice Francis made was unnecessary.

"Five years—even five such as these—can’t tear me drop by drop from your blood." Francis thinks of 1547-8 as the year he fought his brother. Richard’s sole, desperate purpose is to kill Francis, and he saves him instead. Francis’s purpose is to save Richard, and he tries, so hard, to kill himself. “I’m here to help you. You’re going to be free.” What can ten years tear apart?

Ten years later, Marthe says, “I am going to move the pieces. I am going to direct the end of the game.” Nostradamus tells her her part is still to come. In Constantinople, Francis is king and Marthe is queen. But Roxelana watches, and Güzel watches, making sacrifice necessary. In Dumbarton, the father of one pawn finds the mother of the second in his room. Adam watches, and then Richard finds them both. “So this is the outcome of it all. This is why Tom Erskine preserved you; why Christian Stewart died and Gabriel has worked to redeem you … for this. Francis, I would sooner have discovered you dead.” Richard doesn’t mention what he did that year, himself. The year he saved his brother. “Francis! I can’t let you take your own life.”

Lymond screamed once with agony, and then screamed and screamed again.

Joleta screamed three times, a thin, breathy kind of scream, with her hands spread rigid, like shining, flesh-eating plants before her.

In Volos, Francis will not let himself scream. He recites, and Marthe joins him. “I called you sister. Was I right?” “Yes. What made you sure?” “The luggage of poetry you carry.” In the sweet summer’s dell north of Hexham, Richard tells stories of everything but their father and does not want Francis to explain about Eloise. But, before that, it’s Richard who brings her up minutes before Francis stabs himself with his brother’s knife. God, Francis had screamed.

"My sister … Who will speak for her? ... Are you so short of rods that you must despoil young trees: so short of stones that you need to walk the very graveyards for them...?"

It’s a series bookended by dead sisters, dead by powder. Francis asks those questions when his own trial drags up rumors. If they were about Gabriel’s abuse of Joleta, they would be true. In Moscow, the night Francis comes to her room, Güzel says, “I too have had my Margaret Lennox and my Agha Morat and my child-whore Joleta Reid Malett.” But who is she? I think of Joleta, Míkál, and Philippa in his rooms in Dumbarton, Thessalonika, Constantinople, and Paris. Those are four very different nights. On one, he calls out to Eloise.

“I am going to call on Philippa, when we get to London. What will you do if I take her straight to my lodging and rape her?” Austin was very white. “Kill you,” he said. “If I can.”

Is Joleta innocent or corrupted when her brother kills her on the stairs? How much does it change the meaning of what Francis did to her at Dumbarton? That year, Philippa’s moves in the game are to tell Trotty Luckup’s version of Joleta’s story and to spare Gabriel to save Khaireddin. Which child?

Two great women who play with fate steer Philippa towards Kuzúm and towards Francis. In Algiers, a pawn’s mother dies and Oonagh turns to fire. Lymond was dedicated. And she…she was the sacrifice. He doesn’t know she is alive, and then he doesn’t know that he will find her dead. To Francis Crawford, this unknown son was a tragedy of which he must never learn. But he does learn. He sees her, but she will never see him again.

There were other children, and nothing to tell her whether the bubbling purr she heard at night, of a baby full and content, was his. … She did not know Khaireddin’s scream, or the sound Francis Crawford might have made when once he too was branded for the galleys.

This child; this unknown son of his blood, was worth one life: his own. … This, one felt of one’s son. Was it not also true of Gabriel’s?

In the chess game, who knows whose child is whose? Who makes sure they are there? Kiaya Khátún, with her whims, switches children and lovers. Marthe and Jerott marry each other as substitutes for Güzel and Francis. Philippa marries Francis because he promises to preserve his own one life. Francis believes that to live and return would be to kill his brother. Forced to go home, he believes he will return to Güzel.

Güzel, who was dead.

Francis reminds Archie that Philippa has released him from his promise. Archie has saved him so many times before. So has Jerott, who knocks the opium out of Francis’s hands and turns it to powder. So Francis decides to die joyfully, in fire and flood, ground by a burning mill on a river. Jerott pulls him from the river anyway, and holds him in his arms as he faces his mother and comes back to life, surrounded by love and tapers burning like Oonagh’s. "My life has a rudimentary value in that you were moved to preserve it." In Amboise and Blois, Oonagh leaves his survival to chance, but she also saves him.

“No. Oh Christ, no. It should have happened long ago.” Jerott knows that he has taken away a death Francis wanted. He stops Richard from intervening and lets Austin kill the rider none of them know is Marthe. “Don’t stop it. No one else could do it for him.” Jerott kills Austin without knowing whose death he’s avenging. It is the death of Marthe, who wanted her own life. The words from the garden in Djerba come to Jerott once he knows, as Francis and Philippa embrace. My beloved is dead. 

As he aims, Austin is so sure he’s the only one who sees the real Francis Crawford, rotten and arrogant and undeserving of life. “Is it for this thou wast created?” thinks Philippa, who first saw Marthe as a shadow and a voice and mistook her for Francis. For Marthe, the answer to that question is yes. “Poor sister. A pawn more helpless even than…”

They had used a knife, so the child’s face was not distorted.

He aimed into the fair, weary, rancourless face, and then at the heart, and both balls found their mark and brought death in the end.

“Consider: who — stretching the imagination, of course, to its most grotesque outer limits — might be taken for my younger brother.”

Acting and not acting, Marthe speaks with the voice of the woman who created both of them, a dead chessmaster who won’t be silent. “You will harm her,” Francis warns Camille. Marthe tells Jerott, “I enjoy acting, as he does. The human scene is well rid of us both.” Many agree. Richard says to his brother, “My dear, you are only a boy. You have all your life still before you.”

“God damn you both. You summon and you throw away. You treat love like a bird for the table… Like a pawn, now in frankincense, now discarded and thrown in the dirt. You don’t know what love is, either of you. And God help us and you, if you ever find out.”

“Whatever made you think you were free? But because of you there will be something, I promise you, by which men will know Francis Crawford has been.”

“There’s an unnatural conspiracy to keep me alive, that’s all.”

“How do you take leave, for all time, of a brother?”

They set off that evening to take Marthe Crawford to the home of her fathers, which she had never known.

And they bury her in the dirt of Midculter, which her brother owns and will never own, where Kuzúm knows happiness.

#stringboard vortex of themes #I rest my case #it’s been fun to poke at over the last few weeks #quote fun unquote #lymond chronicles #checkmate #dorothy dunnett #francis crawford #and company #something i #lymond #lymond chronicles spoilers #marthe

[yanderelovlies]

(sorry if I ask too much qwq)

What if when Bo met puppy he sees they already have a kid of their own? But there's no father around

Aaaaahhh this has been taking up my thoughts since I've seen ittt

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED🔪

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It Wasn't like you were trying to hide the existence of Lilly from Bo. It was just hard to juggle the two of them when your daughter was home. So you would usually speak with him at night which he was very vocal about not seeing you a lot. However, that all changed when poor Lilly had a bad dream, and came sobbing into your room. 

You were quick to put Bo on your nightstand as you got up to comfort the preschooler. Though he could see it he could hear the two of you, and it grew harder for him NOT to say anything. 

You have a daughter??

When??

Who is the father??

Was he still around??

So many unanswered questions he NEEDED answers to. Once the little girl fell back asleep comfy, and curled up on your bed when finally spoke up.

"I didn't know you had a pup of your own! How come I never met them." His pout was playful when you picked up the device once again. You smiled at him unaware of the real question he wanted to ask.

“That's my daughter Lilly.” you turn his screen so he could get a look at her before turning back to you. “It's just me and her so that's why i can talk with you as much as i would like during the day.” Bo was conflicted at this newfound information. On one hand you were single so there were no unnecessary steps to take to get to you, but at the same time how could someone just abandon their family like that?! 

When he sighed you began apologizing for not telling him sooner. He simply shook his head giving you the warmest smile you had ever seen. “Don't worry about it puppy. You've been busy, I get it!”

You sighed in relief at his statement before a devious smirk formed on Bos lips “Just means you owe me later puppy.”

After that Bo becomes more active in your little family. When he is still stuck in his little tamagotchi prison he is very sociable with your little one. Being designed as a children's toy made it easy for him to entertain her while you were busy doing something, and to sometimes get her to act as a little spy for him so he knows what you're doing while he isn't around.  Also don't worry he has locked away the “FEED ME” option when he is around her.

The best use of his power was convincing Lilly to plug him into your computer. You were in the kitchen making dinner while Bo and Lilly were in her room playing some made-up game she insisted on playing. He casually brought to her attention that no Ball is complete without music. He then followed it up with the music on your computer. Agreeing with him she grabbed him and tried to be as sneaky as a preschooler could be making her way to your room, and to your computer.

Once she plugged him in he transferred himself over, and with little to no time at all he was standing to her side in a solid form. She stared up at him in awe as he got down to her level the best he could. “Heya pup!” he ruffled her hair making her giggle before picking her up. “Lets see your darling parent hm?”

It was after that scare and explanation that your family dynamic changed for (hopefully) the last time. Bo took on the father quickly and happily. Lilly may not have been his, but that didn't matter to him. Lilly was his Pup and he won't hesitate to fight anyone on that. Lilly adores Bo. The two of them can always be seen playing a game, or doing some silly arts and crafts. It was never dull with the two. Eventually Lilly began calling Bo daddy or dad. Bo teared up when she called him that for the first time. He picked her up and hugged her tightly. “That's right pup i'm your dad. No matter what. Forever and always.”

He also has taken quite the shine to the househusband title. He became quite the chief, and tutor when Lilly needed it. He did after all have the internet at his fingertips. He had access to everything. However don't think just because he has the title of house husband doesn't mean he isnt the Alpha of the house. He will never hurt you or lilly physically, but if you push your luck too far he isn't above mental manipulation. He is just doing it for his family. They will understand one day.

He also wants more pups with you. He always wanted a big litter, and you're already a fantastic parent. What's a few more? don't you owe him?

“Besides i bet Lilly would love a little brother or sister to play with~” 

So every night after everyone is asleep he will pound you full of his cum. Load after load till he feels like it's enough. Just to repeat tthe process the next night until he is satisfied.

#x reader #yandere x reader #dachabo #dachabo x reader #bo x reader #dachabo Bo

[roseofdarknessblog]

Unnecessary Wars (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Word count: 4 515

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

TW: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Summary: Getting Reiner the best and most wanted birthday gift was pretty challenging. But miracles do happen, and the two of you were finally expecting your first baby while being just two weeks away from getting married. Everything seemed more than perfect. Unfortunately, Reiner′s own mother was causing the two of you many unnecessary problems, even during the happiest moments of your life.

Unnecessary Wars

„You didn′t eat much. Was there something wrong with the food? Did you not like it?“ asked Karina Braun as soon, as you walked through the kitchen door with the intention of helping her clean up after dinner.

„No, no... the food was excellent, thank you so much. I′m just not feeling my best today.“

Reiner's mom really put a lot of effort into this dinner. After all, it was her son′s birthday and she was the one who wanted to have a nice dinner with only the closest family members. Now including you as well, since you and Reiner were supposed to get married in just two weeks. You did all the planning and everything seemed perfect and ready. Now you just had to wait for the big day to arrive.

You and Reiner were beyond excited and happy. Thinking about marriage was something truly natural for both of you, you′ve always wanted to marry someone you loved and potentially start a family with that person. Buy your own house and have a few kids, since you knew Reiner wanted a big family.

That was the main reason you didn′t tell him the big news. You wanted to wait until his birthday, to tell him about your pregnancy. It was pretty hard to keep this kind of news from him for the last two weeks, but today it was finally the day. From now on, there would be no more reasons to hide your morning sickness, which usually lasted throughout the entire day, and now was also the reason you didn′t eat almost anything.

The only person, who knew about you being pregnant, was Pieck. As your best friend, it was she, who you called first – still crying and in shock, when you saw the positive pregnancy test.

„Did you think about our last conversation?“ Karina asked, tearing you away from your memories. After blinking several times, you found yourself back in her kitchen, a couple of empty plates still in your hands. „I think you′ve had enough time.“

Out of politeness, you tasted almost everything, that was served tonight. Despite not getting along with Karina Braun, you wanted to appreciate her effort with this dinner. But the unending nausea was far too strong and you didn′t want to risk getting even sicker. So you mostly just sat there, listened to everyone′s conversation, and tried to seem as if nothing was happening. Karina and her older brother were the ones who talked the most, but Reiner's little cousin Gabi simply loved to interrupt them every chance she got.

You swallowed hard and put the plates into the sink. „Actually, I didn′t really have the time to think about such things. Planning a wedding is really time and energy-consuming.“

„So my son′s future doesn't matter to you at all?“

„It does, of course. I care about him and you know that. That is why I′ll be marrying him in two weeks,“ you answered confidently but calmly, one of your hands subconsciously coming to rest on your stomach. Arguing was the last thing you wanted. Especially today and about the topic, that was addressed more than enough times.

You knew Karina never liked you and she truly wasn′t thrilled about the idea of you and Reiner getting married. It was she, Reiner′s own mother, who tried to convince you to break off the proposal. To leave her son alone even a long time before that. During the days the two of you only just started dating and Reiner brought you home for the first time. You tried your hardest to make a good impression – you were nice and polite to her in every way possible. But it seemed, that the more you tried, the more she despised you.

„I′m really not sure why you are so against me. I′ve never done anything to hurt you.“ Her quiet laugh made shivers run down your spine. It was useless. She′s never going to like or accept you. „I love your son and I only want the best for him.“

„In that case, you should finally leave him alone. Stay as far away from him as possible. And not force yourself on our family.“ You clenched your fists, trying to take a steadying breath. „You surely noticed, that nobody was thrilled by your presence tonight.“

„I′m sure you had something to do with it,“ you muttered, leaning against the kitchen counter. „You′re not going to scare me off,“ you added, looking her over. Her mean and cold personality intimidated you from the very first time the two of you met. But she didn't scare you. Not like she wanted to. „Look, you don′t have to like me. I′ll live with it, it′s fine, really. But don't try to ruin your own son′s happiness. Reiner loves me and wants to marry me. Simple as that. It′s truly not up to you, to decide this aspect of his life.“

„You′ll never be a woman worthy of my son, remember that. You will always be just a simple nobody. Getting involved with my son was the biggest mistake of your entire life, I′ll make sure you regret that day.“

You were already opening your mouth to say something, to defend yourself, when you noticed somebody standing in the doorway. Reiner was looking wide-eyed, while Gabi was standing right there beside him.

„Don't mind me, go on. I′d like to hear the rest of this conversation,“ he said in a cold tone, not even bothering to look at his mother. His eyes were on you, making sure you′re okay.

Before you reassured him with even the tiniest smile, another wave of nausea unexpectedly hit you, and made you hurry out of the kitchen. You almost knocked Gabi′s mom over, when you walked past her, hurrying into the bathroom upstairs. You made it just in time, to not throw up in the middle of the staircase.

Looking into the mirror, while you were washing your hands afterward, you could see the first few tears running down your cheeks. Everything made you so emotional these last few weeks. Even Reiner noticed but didn′t ask. He knew, that if something was troubling you and you needed to talk, you would come to him.

You felt more disgusting than ever before and could only hope, that your entire pregnancy is not going to look like this. You could hardly make it to work every day, not to mention all sorts of everyday tasks which needed to be done, combined with the wedding planning.

A loud knock on the door startled you. „Are you okay, honey?“ Reiner asked, waiting for your answer.

„Sure, I′m fine,“ you said, trying to wipe away your tears. But it only made everything worse, as you forgot about your makeup, and smudged mascara and black eyeliner all over.

„May I come in?“

With a feeling of panic quickly growing in your chest, you wanted to lock the door to keep him out. But Reiner was quicker and entered the small bathroom without your consent. You blinked a few times, trying to stop the tears from coming, as you turned your head away.

„Can you leave me alone, please? I just... need a moment,“ you stuttered, turning your back to him and facing the sink again. All you needed to do, was concentrate on your breathing. Everything was fine, nothing was happening. Nothing you didn't experience before. „Go talk to your mother,“ you added a little too cold and harshly.

It only took a moment, until Reiner came closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your back was leaning against his broad chest. He knew what was about to happen and wanted to step in before the situation escalated any further.

„It′s okay, just breathe. I′m here,“ he said in a reassuring voice, pressing a tiny kiss behind your left ear. „Don′t think about my mother now. Just focus on me, okay? We′re leaving as soon as you feel a bit better.“ You nodded, trying to give him at least a tiny smile.

There was no reason for you to have a panic attack over what happened. Not that such states needed a reason to happen. Many times, they came out of the blue and you couldn′t prepare for them. You simply had to wait for them to pass. But that was much harder to do than say or even think.

You could feel Reiner standing there right behind you, supporting you and watching over every shallow breath you tried to take. His chin was resting on the top of your head, while his right hand was lovingly caressing your hip.

„Just breathe, everything is fine. Nothing is going to happen to you, I′m here and I won′t let anything or anyone hurt you. Not my mother, understand? This was the last time she talked to you like that.“

The more you tried to concentrate on your breathing and push Karina′s words out of your mind, the more you were becoming aware of how hard your heart was pounding. You could feel your fiancé′s embrace tighten around your trembling body, as you closed your eyes and let another few tears run down your cheeks.

Physical touch was a double-edged weapon in situations like these. Sometimes it was the only thing, that helped you not lose your mind completely. But other times, even the slightest touch made you panic even more.

Right at that moment it was for the best to lean on him, and let Reiner hold you in his arms. You could feel the room around you spinning, while your knees were threatening to give out at any given moment. And you had to be careful, even more than before. All of this was no longer just about you. Yours and Reiner′s unborn baby had to come first in any situation. Stressing over unnecessary things wasn′t good for any of you.

„I need to tell you something,“ you said after a short while. This wasn't the best moment for announcing such big news, but it felt like the only way to prevent a full-blown panic attack from happening. „I wanted to wait until we get home, but I think...“

„It′s fine, you can tell me now,“ he assured you, while one of his hands reached forward and turned on the cold water. You didn′t understand, until he gently took both of your wrists and held them under the running water. „I′ve read somewhere, that feeling something cold, like holding an ice cube or submerging your hand or even face can help with anxiety and panic attacks. The cold sensation and the slight pain it brings is supposed to stop your brain from focusing on all of those horrible thoughts and emotions.“

You nodded slightly, trying to focus on the mirror in front of you. Your and Reiner′s reflections were looking back at you, reminding you about the present moment. Your eyes were red and puffy from the tears, while your cheeks were stained black from your ruined makeup.

„Just give it a moment,“ Reiner said, watching the mirror just as closely. He was worried, there was no denying it. You could see the concern written in his eyes and all over his beautiful face.

„I′m sorry for ruining tonight. Maybe I should have stayed home, don′t think anybody would mind or miss me here,“ you muttered almost inaudibly, but somehow calmer. Feeling the slow and regular rising and falling of his chest right there behind your back made you try and match your breathing with his.

„You don′t have to be sorry about anything. I′ve heard everything you and my mother said to each other. You did nothing wrong.“ The coldness in his voice made you feel another wave of panic. You never wanted to be the reason for him and his mother arguing. Reiner loved her, despite everything. And you had to accept that. No... you wanted to accept that. For him. His peace and happiness. Not for Karina, you couldn't care less about how she was feeling. „It′s me who should apologize. You′ve told me countless times about your misunderstandings, but I never thought that it′s this serious.“

„I didn′t want to worry you and...“ you shrugged, while Reiner gently massaged both of your wrists still under the cold water. The pain, which slowly started to get more intense, felt as if millions of tiny needles were pricking your hands all at once. It was much more comforting than you would′ve thought. „Maybe I hoped that it would get better. That she would start liking me, mainly after we got engaged and started planning the wedding.“

His half-sad and half-desperate smile made you look over your shoulder and look at him from a different angle. „After what I′ve heard... I don′t know, I should be glad, that you still want to become my wife,“ he joked, kissing the top of your head. „I wouldn't blame you, if...“

„No, stop! I don′t want to talk about your mother and what she did to me. Today and many other times before.“

It was a lie, you wanted to talk about it. About everything that happened throughout the last few years. You wanted to rant and complain about your soon-to-be mother-in-law. But looking at Reiner, you didn′t want to trouble him. Not today, not on his birthday. And surely not on the day you wanted to tell him, that he′s going to be a father.

„You wanted to tell me something,“ Reiner reminded you, stopping the water. Your hands were shaking and almost completely numb. But this little hack really did help you avoid the worst-case scenario. You had many panic attacks before, some worse than others. If Reiner didn′t come to check on you, it would have been much, much worse. „Go on, if you still want to talk. Or we can talk at home, it′s up to you.“ You thought a little, before standing on your tip toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. „So later it is, I guess.“ You nodded, while he reached for a towel and gently wrapped your ice-cold hands into it. „Do you feel better?“

„Much better, thank you.“

Still, staying shut away in the bathroom for some extra minutes was unnecessary. You only felt comfortable leaving, when you stopped shaking and your heart rate slowed down again. And after your eyes weren′t that red anymore. Reiner held your hand tightly the entire time, gently running his thumb back and forth over your knuckles, a couple of times making a little circle around your engagement ring.

„We′ll be leaving,“ said Reiner, when the two of you stood at the entrance to the living room. Everybody sat there, talking and having fun. „It′s getting late and I have to get up early for work tomorrow,“ he added, wrapping one of his arms around your waist.

It was a lie, he had the next week off. Even his aunt and uncle knew since Gabi was set to stay at your place for a couple of days. You′ve already made many fun plans and were looking forward to them. His little cousin loved you since your first meeting and always loved to come over or go someplace with the two of you. Or sometimes just with you alone, mainly when you picked her up after school from time to time.

„Thanks for the dinner,“ he said just a bit quietly, not even looking at his mother. And you didn′t either. Giving all of them a forced smile had to be enough. The only person, that wanted a proper goodbye was Gabi, who ran up to you and gave you and Reiner a hug.

You were quiet for the whole ride home. The traffic was minimal, it was almost nine in the evening, so it didn′t take you too long to get home. Thankfully, you were soon unlocking the front door of your apartment, already thinking about the hot shower you were planning to take.

You tried to relax and forget what happened, but Karina Braun′s words were still playing over and over again in your head. It was pointless, you knew that. Every little argument with her was pointless. All she wanted, was to make you angry and try to separate you and Reiner. But it was too late for that. You and he were so in love, that it was unthinkable to break up. You′ve planned your whole life together, working towards all of your dreams for the last couple of years.

And now... you were expecting your first baby. In a perfect scenario, you would break the big news tonight during the family dinner. Everyone would be happy and congratulate you, already looking forward to meeting the little one. But since everything was very different, all you could do was cry once again.

„Everything okay?“ Reiner asked from the couch when you came out of the bathroom. Your eyes were red and puffy again, which he noticed almost immediately. „My mother just called. She wanted to talk about what happened. But I don′t have the energy to deal with it now, maybe tomorrow. Or when I won′t be this angry anymore.“

You shrugged without interest, making your way into the bedroom to pick out some comfortable clothes for the night. The whole day made you super exhausted, your pregnancy adding to the fatigue even more. A few more tears slipped down your cheeks, while you were getting dressed and climbing into bed.

Reiner joined you a few minutes later after he too took a quick shower. „We can talk now if you still want to,“ he whispered quietly, pulling you into his embrace. He was always careful and gentle with you, but today he was acting even more cautiously. „What is it about? Something important?“

You nodded, turning over to your side to face him. It felt really comforting to nestle into his arms and lay your head on his chest. „It′s about your birthday present,“ you whispered, kissing him just above his heart. „I′ve been hiding it for a while now, waiting for today.“

„We agreed on no presents, remember? All of our money went on the wedding, I don′t need anything else.“ You smiled a little, wrapping one of your arms around his body. Everything felt so different once you were in his embrace. The whole world got quiet and much more peaceful. „Is this something special you are sure I can't live without?“ he teased you, running his fingers through your still-damp hair.

„It is something I know you wanted for a long time.“

For the last couple of months, you and Reiner were trying for a baby, but without success. You felt defeated and hopeless every single month when you got your period or got a negative pregnancy test. Your friends were reassuring you, that everything will turn out fine. And then it finally happened, you missed your period and after a couple of days, you and Pieck were looking at a positive pregnancy test.

And now it was time to tell Reiner, that one of his biggest wishes, was about to come true.

„Hmmm, what did I want for a long time?“ he asked, rubbing your back.

„To become a father,“ you finally said out loud, closing your eyes while you waited for any kind of reaction.

„Yeah, that′s right. That would be really nice and I′m sure we′ll soon become the best parents ever.“

„Did you hear what I just said?“ you asked in surprise when his reaction was way different than what you′ve expected. It seemed that Reiner didn't really understand what you were trying to tell him.

„I did, of course.“

„Okay, and... did you understand? Do you know what I meant by those words?“ Reiner slowly sat up with you still in his arms, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. You got to see the exact moment when the realization started to set in. His eyes lit up with unimaginable joy almost immediately.

„You′re pregnant?“ he asked in disbelief, looking you over as if he never saw you before in his life. For a moment you were worried that he′s going to start crying. „Like right now? In this moment?“ You nodded with a hopeful smile on your lips, grabbing his hands and interlocking your fingers. „Are you for real?“ You nodded again, biting down on your lower lip, to stop the tears from ruining another moment.

„I found out a couple of weeks ago but wanted to tell you today. I wanted your birthday to be even more special.“ But his mother almost ruined it all. Once again. As if it truly made her happy... making you suffer just because she wanted to argue during every possible moment. About every little thing. „It was really hard to keep it from you.“

„Would you tell me sooner if my birthday wasn't now?“

„Yeah, sure. I would probably tell you straight away.“

Without letting you continue talking, he leaned closer and kissed you. With that, he said everything important. With only one long and passionate kiss, you were able to feel his joy and excitement. „This is the best gift anyone ever gave me. You can′t imagine how excited I am. About... everything, really.“

„I′m so glad it′s finally happening, Reiner, you can't even imagine. I know everyone was telling us to just relax and don′t force it, but I was really getting worried that it will never happen.“

That would destroy both of you. Yes, life was about more than just settling down and having kids. Everybody had different outlooks on the future and you with Reiner wanted a family, it was as simple as that. You knew he was going to be an amazing father, although he never truly knew his own dad. Maybe that was his motivation. He wanted to be everything, his own father wasn't.

„I′m really happy, Y/N,“ he said in a soft voice, carefully making you lay back down. One of his hands came to rest over your stomach, while he leaned closer and gave it a tiny kiss. „I love you so much already, you have no idea. And I promise to be the best dad you could′ve ever asked for.“

„I can′t wait to see you together,“ you said, running your fingers through his hair, as he rested his head on your stomach and made himself comfortable. „You′ll be the best father ever, I know that.“

„All thanks to you, honey.“

Reiner gave your stomach another little kiss, before he made himself comfortable next to you again, taking you into his arms and giving you at least a hundred more kisses – on your lips and cheeks, along your haw and neck, on your forehead and to the tip of your nose. You couldn′t remember when was the last time you′ve seen him this happy.

„Do you still want to have the wedding now? It′s really stressful, all that planning and the wedding day itself. You need to be careful and rest as much as possible.“

„Everything is settled, Reiner. We just have to get all dressed up, stand at the altar, and exchange the wedding bands. Then we can go home and let the others have all the... fun.“

You never wanted a big wedding with many people. But both of you had many friends and big families. And, of course, you wanted to please everyone. That′s why now you had to host almost a hundred people on your wedding day. And to be honest, it truly terrified you. Now even more, when you had to think about the baby.

„I′m just... worried about your mother,“ you whispered quietly, a little scared to tell him what you were thinking about. „I know I′m maybe being paranoid, but I can't shake the feeling that she will try to ruin something on purpose.“

„I′m really sorry, that you feel this way,“ Reiner said, one of his hands coming to rest on your stomach, while he kissed the top of your head. „You know I talked to her on many occasions and tried to reason with her. And for a while, I thought that things had settled between the two of you. Mainly because you never complained.“

„I didn′t, but just because I didn′t want to worry you. It never got better between us, quite the opposite.“

You tried to respect that woman. After all, it was thanks to her, that you had Reiner in your life. He never really talked about his mother, since their relationship was somewhat complicated since Reiner was a teenager. But it seemed that they tried to make up throughout the last year or two. Maybe that was why Karina acted so cold and rude toward you. She felt threatened by your presence in her son′s life. Maybe she was finally aware of her own mistakes and now feared, that Reiner would shut her out of his life, just because you acted so differently towards him – more lovingly, more gentle, and more understanding.

You gave him something, she never did. Not the way she was supposed to. Something, that was so important for everyone – unconditional love.

Saying that she was a bad mother wasn′t up to you. But you knew, that when the time comes, you will raise your child completely differently. And Reiner as well, since he was nothing like his mother.

Thankfully.

„Do you want to tell her about the baby? Or should we wait?“ he asked curiously, playing with a strand of your hair. His eyes were almost overflowing with happiness and pride, as he was looking at you, probably still in disbelief. „It′s up to you.“

„I think we should wait for a little. With everybody, not just her. These first few weeks tend to be quite risky.“

He nodded in agreement. „That′s why I′m concerned about the wedding. We waited so long for this to happen, and now... I′m scared, that′s all.“ You gently kissed the warm skin on his neck, cuddling ever further into his side. „If I knew sooner, I would have never let you go to that dinner tonight.“

„I know, that′s why I didn′t tell you anything sooner,“ you smiled a little, closing your eyes in utter exhaustion. Today was a long and uncomfortable day. It was almost a miracle, that its ending was so peaceful and full of love.

„We′ll make a deal, alright? You won′t even get close to my mother, let alone talk to her. I know how angry she can make you, and I′m not willing to risk the baby′s health and life because of some nonsense fights.“

„Babe, it′s not me who wants to argue at every given moment,“ you reminded him a little annoyed, furrowing your brows. „But I′ll be happy to avoid her,“ you added willingly, not wanting to continue this conversation. „I′ll be careful, I promise. Just, please, don't try to control every aspect of my life from now on, okay?“

It took Reiner a rather long while until he nodded, gently grabbed your chin, and leaned closer to press his lips to yours. All you ever wanted, was to make this man the happiest possible. And at that moment, you were more than sure, that he was happier than ever and beyond excited about your future, as his hand was still protectively covering your stomach.

To hell with Karina Braun.

You were prepared to fight with her for the rest of your life, but never surrender. Nobody, and especially not her, will ever take Reiner from you.

From you and your baby.

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #attack on titan #aot x you #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk

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For TVD can you please do a stefan Salvatore one where the reader is a cheerleader crushing on stefan (he’s still on the football team) and she catches him feeding on a animal after practice. He cares for her so he comes clean to her and he reassures her that he’d never hurt her. There’s such a lack of stefan x black!reader fics it’s crazy

It or He?

Stefan Salvatore x Black! Cheerleader! Reader

Request Open

Likes and reblogs appreciated <3

Warning: animal death, mentions of death, cursing, light angst

Sorry this took so long, I've been depressed lately lol. I really hope you enjoy this! <3

When she was younger, her mother often told her to mind her business. She never did though, she was a busy body at heart. Her mother would flick her forehead, or spank her for being in ‘grown folks business’ but she never learned. Now though, huddled up in her room and still wearing her cheer uniform she wished she listened. Drenched in sweat, shaking from nerves, and more, she really wished she minded her business. 

The music she had on did nothing to ease her mind, and her grandma downstairs wouldn’t relent from checking on her. A knock sounded at the wooden door once more, for the third time in an hour.

“You okay in there baby?”

“I’m okay grandma, just tired.” She mustered the strength to lie but seemingly convinced her grandma. Oh who was she kidding, her grandma knew something was up when she sprinted into the house and locked herself in her room six hours ago.

Footsteps padded down the carpeted hallway slowly, and she let out a sigh of relief. Easing her body back onto the cool fabric of her pillows, she sighed and tried to shut her eyes. But everytime she did she saw it.

She saw the face of a predator, a creature she’d only heard about in movies. Cold, dark, veins ran from its eyes, its teeth lodged into a small white creature. Splotches of red stained the rabbit's snow white fur, connecting to its mouth. 

It was latched tightly, and had a tight grip, like it was starved for the animal all day. It? He? Could she even call Stefan a person anymore? Once more she took a deep breath, trying to recall and make sense of what she had seen. Maybe she was trying to think about what she could’ve done to not see what she had seen.

It was only six hours ago when she left practice. After messing around with her friends, they made plans with some of the football players to go get dinner. Right before they left, she realized she had to go take a piss. She told her friends, they warned her of seeing a murderer out there. She should’ve listened to them. Everything was fine. She peed, pulled up her skirt and when she started to make her way out she saw it. The sunlight illuminated the creature's fur, highlighting the blood stains and whatever was eating its brown hair. The moment she saw it, she turned. She turned to run, immediately escaping danger. 

She ran, sprinting through the woods, and back to her car. Slamming her foot into the gas, she peeled out of the driveway and sped home. She went so fast, she got pulled over by Liz Forbes. Doesn’t she go to school with her daughter or something? When she stopped her, she started her regular ‘do you know how fast you were going’ but the moment she saw the girl's face, she let her off with a warning and told her to get home safe. Then she sprinted through the front door, past her grandma and cousin, and up the steps. She’d been in her bed since then, trembling and taking deep breaths. 

Could she have just held it until they got to the grill? She could’ve just left her car at the school, and driven with one of her friends instead of going to pee in the woods. Maybe if she peed for a little longer? Or she could’ve taken another way back out of the woods. She would’ve given anything to not see that.

It couldn’t have been Stefan. Her Stefan. The Stefan who caught her when she and her friends were doing unnecessary stunts on the field and she fell. Stefan who walked her home at night. Stefan who made her heart jump, and knees feel weak when they hugged. Stefan who complimented her afro when she took her braids out. Hell, Stefan who took her picture during golden hour and drove her to the beauty supply store. Who helped her pick hair colors that would match her skin tone. That thing couldn’t have been her Stefan. It had to have been a demon, a monster. Something.

What does she do? Does she call the police? Tell her grandma? Her grandma did jump out of her sleep when Stefan moved to town and with her eyes rolled back into her head moaned of evil in the town. Did she tell her friends? What did she do? 

She was chewing on one of her swirled acrylics, and one of her hands fiddled with her red waist beads. The room was dark now, and she realized she had left her curtains open. The moonlight streamed in through her bedroom, and illuminated the hard wood floors. Her phone buzzed again, another text from her friends asking if she was alright. Was she alright? Absolutely not. Could she tell them that? Absolutely not. Picking up the phone from the spot next to her sweat stained body, she saw the name she was dreading.

‘112 missed calls from Stefan <3’. She noticed a wall of text underneath. 

Stefan <3 : Answer the phone

Stefan <3 : It’s not what it looked like I swear

Stefan <3 : Talk to me please

Stefan <3 : I swear I can explain

It saw her. Her heart began to pound, and her mouth went dry. Whatever that was, saw her running away. Now it was texting her phone. The room was spinning, pictures of her friends and family on the walls seemed to be closing in on her. She couldn’t even feel the mattress and sheets underneath her, she felt her stomach turn like she needed to shit.

Stefan <3 : Just give me a chance

Stefan <3 : Please answer

Stefan <3 : Or at least call me later

Stefan <3 : Just give me a chance, I promise it’ll all make sense

87 more messages from ‘Stefan <3’

Sense? How could any of that make sense? She saw her best friend and crush eating a rabbit. That was some freaky shit, that cannot be made sense of. Her phone went into rest mode, and in the reflection she saw the tiredness and fear in her brown eyes. Her eyes were red, and bloodshot. Long story short, she looked like shit. A text came in.

Heather 👩🏽‍🤝‍👩🏾💖: We can blow off school tomorrow if you want, please just talk to me love

Heather, her best friend. Maybe she will blow off school tomorrow. If she had to see it she wouldn’t be able to even look at it. Then her phone lit up again.

Stefan <3 : Please?

Everything was too loud. Her eyes shut tightly and her head pounded. The sound of the wind blowing the trees, the light of her phone, the sound of her grandma wandering around downstairs, the cat knocking stuff over, her cousin getting ready for bed across the hall, the footsteps outside her window in the backyard. 

Footsteps in the backyard. Footsteps. Jumping up, her brain shorted in panic. Was she being paranoid? No, after today there was no such thing as too paranoid. Her braids slapped her neck as she grabbed her curtains, too afraid to even look and she slid them shut, before she dove back into bed. There’s nothing outside, there’s nothing outside, there’s nothing outside. It’s not out there. 

After what felt like hours of trembling and shaking, the world went quiet. Her family had all gone to sleep, and there was no sound in the house except for the slow pace of her grandma coming upstairs. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

“One of your friends is here for you honey. He says he came by because you never showed up for dinner. You wanna let him in?” Did Tyler come check on her after she never showed up for dinner? If there was anyone she would definitely feel safe with it would be Tyler. After all, she’d known him most of her life. He was definitely not some rabbit eating monster. Taking a breath, she let out a shaky exhale.

“Yeah, go to bed grandma, I’ll let him in in a second.” Her grandma said something to the visitor, and she sounded skeptical but relented before heading down the hall. After she heard the door close, she slowly let herself out of her cocoon. The air of her room felt weird against her clammy skin, and she rubbed her ringed fingers up and down her arms. 

Slowly she approached the door, a feeling of dread bubbling in her stomach. What if it wasn’t Tyler?

No, no she wasn’t a pussy. Besides, no guys really come over at night other than Tyler, David, and John-John and she’s known all of them long enough to feel safe with them. She wasn’t afraid of a nigga, no matter how big, bad or crazy they were. They weren’t crazier than her. Her pep talk worked, as she rolled her shoulders, assumed her regular sassy posture and flung her braids over her shoulder. She opened the door, hand trembling and pulled open the door.

“Hey what’s u-”

Definitely not Tyler, or John-John, or David. Instead, Stefan Salvatore in all his nervous glory stared down at her. His brown eyes stared at her body and were wide with anxiety. His hands were nervously behind his back, and he appeared to be trembling. He smelt like the woods, expensive cologne, and his chocolate brown eyes were scanning her frame. 

As fast as her heart rate sped up, she slammed the door, but his leather boot stopped it. The two fought for a moment, as she reached for her vanity to grab her pepper spray. When she was just a nail away, the door pushed open and he stepped in. He looked out of place, dressed in all black against her string lights and colorful bedroom. He shut the door behind him, and let out a soft exhale.

She started backing up for the window immediately, her heart beating loudly in her ears. The plan for escape was forming in her head. Pop the latch, jump, grab onto a tree branch and stick the landing. All she had to do was get across the backyard and she’d be free. 

“Get out.” She hissed, as he paced towards her.

“Just listen to me for a minute.”

“I’m not listening to shit you weird ass nigga, get the fuck out!” She snapped, reaching for the latch behind her only to be grabbed and slammed against the wall. Her head hit the wall, and combined with her headache, the nausea she’d been feeling all day and her current mental state, she damn near blacked out.

“Get off! Get your hands off me!” She grunted, only for a strong palm to cover her mouth, eyes pleading for her to shut her mouth. Still, she fought.  Was this really how she died? Cornered by some weirdo in her bedroom? Her fist slammed into his jaw, only for it to hurt her more than him. After a moment, she was tossed onto her bed. Landing on her stomach, she turned. She hated how handsome her killer looked in the moonlight of her ruffled curtains.

Flipping over, she crawled backwards away from him. 

“Help! Someone help!” She screamed, only for a pillow to hit her in her mouth. He was face to face with her, and suddenly her mind went numb. All the fear in her mind grew stronger, but she couldn’t fight anymore. It was like someone plugged a wire into her brain and was controlling her with a computer.

“Stop screaming, stop fighting.” His deep voice sounded unfamiliar to her.

“Are you done?” He asked after a blink, he looked away from her and she stared at the sheets. It was like someone punched her in the throat, she couldn’t scream or yell anymore.

“Get out of my house.” 

“Look, I can explain everything. Will you let me explain?”

“I don’t want to hear it.” She responded, putting as much distance between the two. This was the last thing she needed. Then he looked more apologetic than she had ever seen. Ever more apologetic than that time he crashed into her and her margarita spilled all over her. The memory of that party brought her a strange comfort at that moment. He drove her home, and they watched Air Bud. That was the night she fell for him. Now she wanted him to get away from her.

“Look…I can’t let you think I’m a monster-” He began running a ringed hand over his face.

“You are, you killed a rabbit. I saw it with my own two eyes!” She exclaimed in a weird whisper. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell, and fight and kick him in the balls.

“I can’t let you just run around knowing my secret. I just need you to listen to me.” Her face remained angry and unchanged, and when suddenly her brain was numb again.

“Hear me out.” Her mouth was sealed shut, and it infuriated her even more. He took a deep breath.

“I’m a vampire.” An unamused blink was his response. He was a freak, but a liar too? Never trust a rich white man to act normal. Maybe he was on cocaine or something?

“I’m supposed to believe you aren’t just crazy, what the fuck are you doing?!” He took her pocket knife from her dresser top, and stabbed it deep through his hand, blood dripping onto her carpet. Now she was gonna have a stained carpet.

He pulled it out. Her mouth hung open, the smell of blood wafting into her nose mixing with the smell of her scented candles and the other fragrances of her room. The cut began to heal, the blood dripping away and his hand sealing up. Okay, now she had to believe him.

“Oh my god, you're a vampire.” She responded breathlessly. She thought she’d seen most things in her life. She’d seen crackheads, drunk fights, drug addicts fucking under the bleachers, but never had she seen that. He nodded, and exhaled through her mouth in disbelief. 

She blinked once more, and he sunk down onto the opposite end of the bed. He held his palms and rested his elbows onto his knees. He exhaled, and sighed. He was staring at the rug, like this was a very low point in his life. A moment of silence went through the room and she tried to process.

There was a vampire sitting in her bedroom and she couldn’t fight or scream or run for help. So this was her end.

“I’m not gonna kill you.” He sounded empty in a weird way, but it did nothing to ease her thoughts. She never knew Stefan to be a liar, maybe he was telling the truth?

“Why…why are you telling me this?” He didn’t respond, staring at the plushy carpet on her floor.

“You owe me an answer. Don’t just break into my fucking house, tell me some crazy shit, and then go to be expect me to just be fine. Why are you telling me this instead of just killing me?” The strength was coming back to her voice. He stayed quiet for another second.

“If you’re not gonna answer you can just leave.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her brown skin contrasting with the red of her cheer uniform.

“...I really care about you.” 

“No shit, we’re friends.” 

“No, I like you, I mean. I really care about you. I’m not proud of what I am, or what I have to do to live. I’m not proud of the things I’ve done. I’m just…I like you. You don’t deserve to die because you just went to pee and came across me. I don’t want to lose your friendship over this.” The words poured out of him, like a fountain and once again she was left speechless.

“Stefan, I can’t just be normal around you knowing you eat people. What if you hurt me? What if you eat me one day, or you kill me? I’m sorry but I just…I can’t.” It was like a knife. Still, she had to keep herself safe. And a vampire? The last thing she needed was a vampire mixed into her life. She needed to just keep highschool simple and easy. Just like it had been so far. Go to class, go to practice, mess around with her friends, and repeat. Maybe get a summer job, go shopping on the weekends and play poker with her friends. She didn’t need the threat of murder hanging over her head.

And if Stefan could hide this, which she gets he has too, what if he was hiding his true self this entire time? What if he was a nutcase? What if he wanted to just keep her as some weird blood bag? It couldn’t be done.

“I would never hurt you. I don’t…eat people. I can’t bring myself to do it. I feed on animals instead, it’s like eating chicken for you. You can feel bad about it, but you still need to eat. But you can just be a vegetarian instead. That’s what I do, I’m a vegetarian. I care about you too much to hurt you. I would never do that. I know you just want a regular life, and I don’t want to not be a part of that. I’ve lived a really long time, okay? I don’t eat humans. I especially don’t eat the people I care about.” His eyes met her, but this time her mind wasn’t clouded with fog. Tears filled his coffee brown eyes, and it cracked her heart in two. 

Stefan was a dear friend of hers. Plus, it wasn’t like she was going to date him. More so remain friends with him. Even then, she could stop being friends with him at any time and if legends were right all she needed was a stake to put him down. It would hurt her heart to do so, but would she really just let herself die?

“...You really wouldn’t hurt me?” She glanced down at the sheets and looked back up at him. Her mind was made up, and her resolve hardened.

“Never.”

“Then you never have to worry about losing me.”

#stefan salvatore #salvatore brothers #x black reader #black reader #fem reader #x reader #tvd universe #tvdu #the vampire diaries #vampires #i love all of you #i loved writing this #im sorry

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Omg I am so in love with the dynamic anomthoby and 2022 reader have. Would it be too much to ask for a scenario where she’s stays and he proposes to her in their usual banter type of way? Keep up the good work and stay healthy!!

Confessions

Series: Time Travel au

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m combining this with a similar request I got in the comments of the last part I posted “What about one where 2022 reader reveals she’s from the future to Anthony and his family and their reactions?” 

This is just more fluff, I love these two too much to make it very angsty. 

Oh, and if there’s more that you’d like to see from this AU please send me a request!

This is a continuation of the first part of this au which you can find here. And in the same universe as this drabble.

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“What’d you say?” Anthony asks.

“We can’t elope,” You reiterate as you take Anthony’s hands in yours. Squeezing them lightly as you pull them into your chest. The hopeful glimmer in his eyes almost convinces you to say yes, to fall completely into the madness that takes over you when you’re with him, and just go for it. 

But you know you can’t. You can’t let him do this to himself.

You can’t help but love him. The way that he makes you feel, the fact that he respects you, sees you as his equal, but also cares for you is so new, but feels so…right. 

Getting married at all seems insane. Getting married to someone you’ve only known for a month? You’ve fallen headlong into crazy. If you were in your normal life, your old life, this would be enough to have your friends ready to stage an intervention. But it’s perfectly normal here. It’s expected.

And there is a very real, terrifying part of you that desperately wants to say yes. 

Anthony stares at you for a beat.

“You don’t want to marry me?” He asks slowly.

You can see him starting to turn in on himself, the seed of doubt at your return of his affections growing exponentially behind his eyes in real time.

“Jesus Christ, Anthony! First of all, that’s not what I’m saying. And second of all, you didn’t even ask me!” You nearly shout at him, desperate to reassure him that you feel the same way about him. But also reminding him that you need time to think and to process. 

You sigh. 

“Ant, I think I’m in love with you, but we’ve only known each other for a month, I’m not going to run away with you,” You tell him plainly. “What would your family think?”

“They would-” He starts to argue before you cut him off.

“Your mother would kill us both, and you know it,” You tell him with a hard look. “I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want you to either. So let’s go about this reasonably, okay?”

“Fine, if we stay, and have an entirely unnecessary engagement,” He offers, already looking annoyed at the idea of putting of what he feels like is the obvious next step. “Then would you agree to marry me?”

“This is insane,” You sigh as you close your eyes, shaking your head. Maybe you hit your head when you turned up here because you’d have to be brain-damaged to accept a marriage proposal like this. “But yeah, apparently I’ve gone completely crazy ever since I got here, so of course I’ll marry you,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

Anthony grins as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you forward to kiss him.

He kisses you with so much fervor that you nearly forget everything else.

Nearly. 

You want to stay. You can’t explain it, but you can’t imagine your life without him anymore. 

And Anthony doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know that you’re not from this time. How do you even begin to explain that to someone?

Or that you tried to get back to your own time, that you have no idea how you’d gotten here in the first place, but that you’d paced around the Briarly’s back garden for hours, day after day wondering if there was any way to get home. 

But now you could hardly imagine going back. Sure there were things, people especially, that you missed, your family and friends, but you have new friends, and now it seemed you might have a new family as well.

But you need to be honest with him. To tell him what little you do understand about how you arrived in this time and place.

You break away.

“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” You tell him. “Before you decide to marry me there’s something you need to know.”

“What is the matter?” Anthony asks as he takes your face into his hands, his eyes tracing along the furrow of your brow as he realizes suddenly how troubled you look. 

“I’m not from here. When I say that what I really mean is that I’m not from this time,” You try to explain. “Literally.”

“I woke up here. I’m from the year twenty-twenty-two,” You don’t want to scare Anthony off, I mean, that is truly the last thing you want to happen, so you try to keep your voice even and calm as you state the facts of your situation for him. 

“I remember being in my house, my real home, and the next second I was lying flat on my back in what I later found out was Lady Briarly’s garden, a completely different part of the world, in a completely different year.”

Anthony just stares at you, his eyes searching your own as you just look back at him with a small, semi-believable reassuring smile on your face.

“Please say something,” You finally ask as you break the awful silence between you, not being able to bear it any longer. 

You had been so happy just a few minutes ago, and now you can’t help the feeling of dread that beings to prickle at your stomach. 

“Is this some sort of joke?” Anthony asks slowly. 

“God, of course not,” You reassure him quickly. “I’m being one hundred percent serious.”

“And you’re not mad?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not crazy, I know women are institutionalized for all sorts of ridiculous things during most of history, this time period included, but I need you to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

“You can ask Lady Briarly,” You add. “She’s happy to corroborate my story.”

“Right, of course,” He replies with a nod. “Ahhh…” He trails off.

“If you need time to think or process alone that’s totally fine,” You tell him. “But I’m here if you have any questions.”

“I will give you leave,” He finally tells you. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight,” You call after him. 

You stand there as you watch him leave. He never turns once to look back at you. And you try not to let that pierce your heart. 

“You and Miss (Y/L/N) have been looking very cozy as of late,” Benedict teases his older brother as Anthony takes a seat in the chair across from where Benedict is standing at his easel. 

“I think she might be mad,” Anthony blurts out. “That or she really does not want to marry me.”

“Well she’s always seemed a bit odd,” Benedict replies, though he never takes his eyes off the canvas in front of him. “Outside of the fact that she puts up with you, of course.”

“Very funny,” Anthony replies with a roll of his eyes as he slumps down in the chair even more. “No, I tried to get her to elope with me last night.”

“Anthony!” Benedict hisses as his eyes snap up from his work, wide with surprise as he stares at his brother in abject horror.

“Yes, yes, but then she started trying to tell me all this madness about being from the future and traveling through time,” Anthony continues. 

Benedict considers what he said for a moment. 

“She is very forward thinking, perhaps that is what she meant?” “That’s what I thought too, but she insisted that she’s from the future,” Anthony replies.

“Oh dear,” Benedict murmurs.

“She said Lady Briarly would corroborate her story,” Anthony adds.

“Well, what did Lady Briarly say when you asked her?” Benedict asks him.

“(Y/N)  just told me last night,” Anthony admits as he glances over at his brother. Desperate for some kind of advice, some suggestion of what to do. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with either of them again.”

“Well, I believe mother sent them an invitation to tea today. So perhaps you’ll get your chance to find out the truth this afternoon,” Benedict informs him. “Your soon-to-be fiancée is mad, oh Anthony, now it all makes sense,” He adds with a chuckle.

“Don’t you have some fruit to paint or something?” Anthony snaps as he stands from his chair, pushing out of the room, already regretting his attempt to confide in his brother. 

“Lady Briarly, oh it’s so good to see you both!” Violet Bridgerton greets you warmly. 

You smile nervously at her. You’re already nervous about being in her presence given what Anthony asked of you last night, but after the bomb you dropped on him right after, you’re even more nervous, about what he might say or do now, in the presence of his entire family. 

You want to trust that he’ll believe you. But honestly, if it hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t be very likely to believe someone if they told you a story like that. 

“It’s delightful to see you as well, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Briarly greets her in return.

You almost stick out your hand to shake Lady Bridgerton’s, entirely on instinct which Lady Briarly quickly and discreetly bats back down. 

“It’s so good to see you again, Lady Bridgerton,” You say as you smile at her.

“Lady Briarly, might I have a word?” Anthony asks as he joins your group. His eyes flicker to your own for a moment, but you can’t seem to get a read on what he’s thinking at all which does nothing to quell the nerves in your stomach.

“Of course, my dear,” She replies as she allows him to escort her out of the room. 

“Then you must join me and meet Anthony’s sisters,” Lady Bridgerton says as she crosses your arm with hers and leads you over to the seating area where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings are sitting. 

Anthony clears his throat as he turns back to face Lady Briarly once they’re alone in the hallway. “Lady Briarly, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Miss (Y/L/N) has informed me of her…”

“Her story, yes, she told me this morning,” Lady Briarly supplies with an understanding smile. 

“Ah, and she said that you would be happy to explain what happened to me,” Anthony adds with a sigh of relief. At least now he can get to the bottom of this without worrying that he himself has gone mad as well.

“Of course, I can only imagine how challenging this must be for you, I mean, when it happened to us I think we all thought we’d gone mad,” Lady Briarly admits with a half-hearted chuckle. 

When she sees how serious, and frankly, how nervous Anthony looks she clears her own throat and nods.

“She appeared in the garden one day while my son was playing. He’s only seven of course, but in all honestly, he does not have the imagination to come up with this kind of tale. He was playing and suddenly she appeared. When she woke up she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here,” Lady Briarly explains to him. 

“She’s just as sane as you and I,” Lady Briarly adds.

“And you just… took her in? A complete stranger?” Anthony asks in confusion. 

“Well she had nowhere else to go,” Lady Briarly explains. “She was so scared and confused when it first happened, and even now there are times where it all overwhelms her. She doesn’t fit in because she knows nothing about our world. Think about how lonely she must feel. That’s why I was so glad she found you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I want you both to be happy, but I know I cannot force you to believe me, or to believe her, but I also want you to ask yourself why she would lie about this?” She asks. “She took a great risk by telling you her story, a story that could land her in the papers, or worse, an asylum if the tale got out. Which means she must trust you a great deal. So what are you going to do with all that trust?”

Anthony considers Lady Briarly for a moment, and then her words.

“You’ve certainly given me a great deal to think about Lady Briarly, thank you for your candor, but I think I’ve already made my decision,” He tells her. “Shall we return to the others?”

“Are you going to marry Anthony?” Hyacinth asks you suddenly.

“Hyacinth!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims, unprepared for the sudden outburst from her youngest.

“What? Why else would she be here?” Hyacinth asks her mother.

You have to hold in your laughter at the precociousness of Anthony’s little sister. Maybe there isn’t very much difference between your time and this, after all, an outspoken girl like Hyacinth would fit right in in the 21st century.

“You cannot ask people questions like that, it’s not polite,” Lady Bridgerton chastises her. 

“It’s quite alright, she has every right to be curious,” You tell her with a wink. “And I have every right not to answer a personal question like that.”

Hyacinth deflates slightly with your refusal to entertain her impertinent questioning and runs off to find one of her brothers once she realizes she’s not going to get the answers she wants out of you.

When Lady Briarly and Anthony rejoin the group you move to stand so that you can speak with Anthony, you know he’ll have more questions for you, and you’d rather get it over with if you’re being completely honest. 

But before you can make your way over to him he’s clearing his throat, garnering the attention of his family.

“I have an announcement I’d like to make,” He tells them all as you stand in the middle of the group, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“I have asked Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to marry me, and she said yes,” He tells them as he steps towards you before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Oh my!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims as she stands from her seat abruptly. 

“I’m so happy for you both,” She gushes as she pulls you both into tight hugs. “I know you’ll make each other very happy.”

“I’m just glad Anthony agreed to have the wedding here,” You tell her with a smile as she presses her lips to your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” She asks as she steps back from you, looking at you quizzically. 

“Well, he wanted to elope,” You admit before Anthony can stop you. 

“Anthony Bridgerton!” She nearly shouts as she whips her head towards her son.

“But we didn’t! We won’t!” Anthony is quick to add in a futile attempt to avoid his mother’s wrath.

“You certainly will not!” Lady Bridgerton hisses. “Do you want to kill me?!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Anthony hisses in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that was scandalous!” You whisper back, though you can’t quite stop yourself from laughing quietly at the hilarity of it all.

“You can’t keep feigning ignorance on everything forever, my dear,” He tells you as his mother seems to recover slightly from the shock and pulls Lady Briarly aside to start making plans.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” You tell him with a smug smile.

“I didn’t think you’d accept everything this easily,” You admit as you turn to face him properly.

“In the end, it all seemed quite simple when Lady Briarly laid it out. You trusted me, and I trust you, what else is there?” Anthony tells you.

“As long as you promise to stay here with me, that’s all that I care about,” He adds as he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You tell him as you grin up at him. 

You can’t say you’ve ever felt so incandescently happy. And you can certainly get used to this feeling.

“Are you certain that you don’t want to elope?” Anthony asks.

“Anthony!” Both you and Lady Bridgerton shout.

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[greenxgloss]

Hello! Could I request an angst with Kit Walker taking the blame for fem reader inside the asylum and being punished in her place? Thank you!

WHATEVER YOU WANT MAMA! Thank you for the request!! hope this is okay! i haven't written for evan in like three years. here is:

Rotten Apple (Kit Walker)

summary: Y/N begins to feel couped up and restless in the asylum and convinces Kit to attempt an escape but fail miserably.

Warnings: abuse, mentions of murder, angst,

"i cant do this shit anymore." y/n whisper yelled as she rubbed her face. kit giggled, glancing over at her from the sink. "what's eating at you today?" he asked her as he rinsed off the last few dishes. she thought for a moment. "everything.. the gross food, the unnecessary meds, the abuse, the annoying music, the clothes.." she answered, almost in tears. "I just want to go home." she said, standing up of the ground and hugging kit and laying her head on his back.

-

hours later Y/N and Kit could be seen sitting in the corner of the common room watching as everyone else bugged about, dancing to the one song on repeat or staring at nothing. "how many of the people in here do you think deserve to be in care?" she asked him, not daring to peel her eyes away. "no one. half of them have probably just been hit so hard their brains are mush." he said, scooting closer to her. She inconspicuously placed her hand on his, out of sight of the rest of the room.

"lets leave.." she told him. "what?" he was in disbelief. the many times he'd tried to leave in the passed and gotten caught, he was too scared to do it now. "yeah lets make a solid plan and just leave.. maybe we could come back and shut the place down." she was hopeful. but kit knew the possibility of getting away was so unlikely and the punishment for getting caught would be horrid this time around.. but he didn't want to just stop trying. he and everyone else in there knew he wasn't supposed to be locked up. and the question of what he would do when he got out made his skin feel like pins and needles but he agreed anyway.

He and Y/N put their heads together to plan an escape. they had the time, exit and distraction all in line.. but something was missing. they couldn't put their finger on it. "if we're not remembering it must not be important." Y/N said, making her first mistake.

sister jude plugged in the movie and left the room. Kit looked at her and nodded as he caught the door before it closed. once they both quietly followed her out Y/N turned the corner and searched for the tunnels. "Mr.Walker! Get back here!" sister Jude called after him at which point Y/N latched onto his hand and pulled him through the door. The lock on the tunnel door was secure this time causing them to look at each other with tears on their eyes. "I'm sorry." she said. "for what?" he asked, he took a deep breath. "I got overzealous." she said, slumping over on the ground. kit then had an idea. he stood her up and got behind her, holding broken glass to her throat. "kit? what- what are you doing?" she asked him. "just go with it." he whispered.

"ah walker and Y/N.. I'm not surprised. I've seen you both hanging out a whole lot. it seems walkers decided to take you prisoner. little girl thought a cold-blooded murderer was on her side." she laughed, causing Y/N to tear up. "let me out. I'll run and never come back." he said, knowing it wouldn't work but he wanted the attention to be off Y/N. two big guards walked in and detained both kit and Y/N. their grip being tighter on kit. "I'll give it to you, mr.walker.. you've got gumption but you need to understand you wont be leaving any time soon. taking another patient prisoner is not gonna do you any good." jude said and suddenly Y/N knew what he'd done. kit was taking the blame and made it look like he was holding me to escape.

jude dragged kit to her office and showed him her whips. "kinky huh sister?" he teased. he knew he needed to keep the blame and attention on him so he antagonized her. "you need to pray for forgiveness, walker. and maybe so does Y/N but for different reasons I'm sure. shes lost but you've run. you turned your back it seems. and its time to take what you deserve. sister jude bent him over and pulled down his pants to whip the synthetic leather to kits skin making him whimper in pain, gripping the desk, afraid that this time he'd be left with scars serving as reminders of his time in the hospital.

Y/N listened from outside the room, muffling her cries with her hand stuffed over her face. she had regret the idea, she had too much hope and look where it got kit. of course all she could do was blame herself as she listened to kits whines of pain.

"squirming will only make it worse." Jude let out through gritted teeth. She had enough of kit. she knew that if she could kill him she would but those thoughts alone scared her and had her knelt at the pews for hours longer than anyone else, her head dipped down as she prayed but it wasn't enough. and she let herself go as she took it all out on kits frail and pale body. "rotten apples deserve to be punished."

soon she stopped, realizing she'd gone too far. kit was slumped over on the ground hugging himself. Jude cleaned up and stepped out of the room, completely overlooking Y/N behind the door. she ran in when the coast was clear and she sat and pulled him onto her lap. "I'm sorry. you're going to be okay, kit. I'll never let them hurt you again." she promised him as she rubbed his head and whispered into his ear. "it's okay. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Y/N I love you." he let out causing her to fully sob. "no one has loved me this much." she giggled through her tears, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you too Kit. you're gonna make it out of here if it's the last thing I do." she told him and they sat there until they could muster up the strength to stand and go to their own rooms. knowing they would come up with a better thought-out plan the next time they decided to try and leave the asylum behind.

A/N: HIII i hope this was okay! i also hope its not too long!! i tried my best to keep it at a reasonable length. also like i said i havent written evan/ahs content in years nor have i watched asylum in a while so sorry if i messed up any show specific/ cannon details.

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[pinkvaquita]

She deserves the better

♡ Pairing: Smoked Cheese x Mozzarella

♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. I still don't fucking know how to call it.

♡ Warning: Major death character <3

♡ Author’s note: SECOND SHOT OF THE NIGHT. This was ironicaly the first I wrote from all todays colections. Anyways, I fucking LOVE this two.

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español

He always believed she deserved better. She deserved so much better than him.

Every time he saw her face and got lost in those blue eyes that always smiled at him so calmly, he couldn't help but think one thing. Mozzarella deserved better.

He thought about it when she greeted him from the betting balcony at the coliseum, always finding a way to convince him to put aside his work there and instead keep her company.

He always thought about it every time she sent one of the marzipans with notes. Playful messages just like her. And inevitably she managed to get a slight smile out of him with each one.

He also thought about it when at the parties for the bureaucracy they escaped to a less crowded place. And they looked from afar at the luxury that they could enjoy in those lands.

He thought about it every time she stopped him from doing something crazy that he would regret later. Because she never seemed to even startle or fear him in those outbursts of anger that possessed him from time to time.

He thought about it every time she had to reason and mediate on his behalf, saving him from unnecessary fights.

He thought about it every time she spoke enthusiastically about something curious or funny that she saw, that she heard, that she discovered. Every time he could hear her voice speak with such intelligence.

He thought about it every time he woke up and the first thing he saw was her. So much perfection being what started his days.

And he thought about it today too. And he would have thought about it tomorrow too.

She deserved better than him. Mozzarella deserved someone who was as eloquent, as focused, as enthusiastic, as honest and loyal as she was. She deserved everything good a person could be.

She deserved someone better than the mess of self-centeredness, anger, and pettiness that he was. Since they met, Mozzarella has done nothing but make his life better. Without her, he wouldn't know what would have been to him...

He never understood why she was happy with him. He did not feel capable of giving her the same happiness that she gives him with her mere existence.

He couldn't care for her, couldn't encourage her, couldn't do anything for her in the same way.

He couldn't even protect her.

He gave his all to stop Dark Enchantress, but nothing helped...

She deserved someone who could have stopped this tragedy.

“Mozzie…” — He tried to talk to her despite how painful it was to say a word, making the effort even though more jam than words came out every time he opened his mouth.

As soon as she heard his voice, she reacted. With effort she raised her head to find the image of her beloved husband crawling through the sand and the puddle of his own jam. Her exhausted eyes, even though they should have closed by now, refused to do so. She refused to leave this world without first hearing one last word from him.

It felt like the most tortuous eternity in those short seconds. Smoked was dying between the pain of his wounds from a lost battle and the scraping of sand against his body. His hands gripped the ground as if he were clinging to the little life he had left.

But he knew it was all worth it when he was able to drop down next to her. Her face was the last thing he wanted to see, and her voice the last thing he wanted to hear. And between the tears of pain, disappointment, fear and relief...

“Mozzie…” — He called her one last time.

"Yeah?... "

"... I'm sorry"

There was a short silence, in which she seemed to process his words. And he seemed to feel that the only thing left for him was to wait for the cold of death to reach him.

“W-why are you… asking me for f-forgiveness?”— Her voice for the first time sounded confused and immersed in sadness.

When he didn't answer, Mozzarella felt her own body move on its own. She rolled slightly to get closer and speak to him face to face.

“Smoked…?”

If she had had the strength, she would have shaken her husband's limp body. She would have begged and screamed at the witches up there for a second longer. Just one more second.

Her tears began to fall when she knew the reality. She cried knowing that he was gone, that she was never able to tell him one last time, as she always did whenever those doubts and insecurities attacked him.

“... Smoked, you w-were the best thing that happened to me”

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