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eclipsedrgn · 9 months

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He loves me

Pair: 2k12 Leonardo x Rise! Reader

Summary: At the final battle against Kraang, you sacrificed your life to save the Turtles only for you to end up with another version of them.

Warning: Angst with happy ending

Part 1

RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES - P.O.V

The blue bandana turtle gasps awake as another nightmare filled his dreams, it's been happening for quite some time, the same dream. His brothers, father, Amelia and (Y/n) fighting the Kraang then it fades to (Y/n) tearily saying goodbye to them as the portal shuts. Amelia has been there for him every step of the way, but lately she's been having her own problem above ground and couldn't be with him.

Groaning, Leo turns to his side to see the clock, it was only five am, other than Raph who was probably training or Donnie working on an invention no one would be bothering him. But he stood up anyway and walk out of his room, to his surprise, his brothers sat there in the TV room with a gloomy look on their faces.

Ah yes.

It is (Y/n)'s third death anniversary.

Every year the brothers go to the same spot where you were perish, the same time as the battle ended and leave flowers. Since your death Draxum has been searching for a spell to bring you back, perhaps you were still alive on the other side but as time became hours, days, months and eventually three years have passed.

Draxum knew you were gone.

"Hey Leo" Raph greeted, "Ready to go?"

"Is everyone ready?" Leo asks.

Raph nodded, "Dad and the others went ahead, we three waited for you. We know how much this has been hitting you, even though years have gone by"

Leo chuckled darkly, "It should've been me"

"Leo..." Mikey sighs, "I should've been able to open the portal like Casey said future me did. But I didn't. I couldn't"

"We have to accept that (Y/n)'s dead. She couldn't have survive that dimension without any needs" Donnie pointed out.

"Let's just go" Leo groans as they journey their way to your final resting place.

Arriving there, Leo saw the rest of his family as his eyes starts tearing up. A little monument for you and the flowers you favored laid there, light pink candles lit up in your honor as the family said their prayers.

"We defeated the Kraang, three years ago today" Splinter says as everyone looks at him. "But we also lost an alley, our friend, my daughter"

"I still remember the way she looked at me" Amelia says her voice cracks as tears gather in her eyes. "She told me "I love you all" as the portal closes"

"I-I just wished I could've done something-"

"BUT YOU DIDN'T" Leo shouts, done with everything, done with his girlfriend constantly reminding him she could've help. But nothing. "For three years you say that, you stood there and watch her die. And you have the audacity to tell us she loves us as you stood there. J-Just shut up"

"Leonardo" Splinter warns, shocked at his son's temper.

"I barely sleep, I barely eat, every time I close my eyes I see her haunting my dreams!" Leo cries.

"Bro, relax-" Mikey says placing his hands on the blue clad's shoulder. "She wouldn't want this"

"Every year..." Donnie mutters.

This was a first of Leo snapping at Amelia, the passed two years he's screamed his feelings to his brothers but never Amelia, he didn't want to make her feel bad.

But did she really have to repeat those words?

Every fucking year.

"I j-just want to f-forget about her" Leo cries as he collapses into Mikey's shoulder.

Raph sighs looking up to the sky when he sees something weird, "Uh guys? Is the sky suppose to have purple triangles?"

They looked at the red clad weirdly before looking up, seeing the exact things he's described.

A flash of white and their screams was the last thing people heard.

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2k12 TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES - P.O.V

3 long years since the death of Master Splinter, the defeat of the Shredder and the mumified Shredder... for some reason...

The Turtles has completed their mission, the Foot Clan now under Karai is on their side, the Mightly Mutanimals are their partners for missions and the Kraangs officially gone from earth.

They're lives became rather peaceful.

Donatello invented what he calls a T-munization, a watch that helps mutants blend with the human world. The Turtles uses it to go on dates, walk around during the day and even went to school.

Raphael welcomed Mona Lisa to earth a year ago after she decided to move in with him, leaving her life in space behind. Wearing the watch, Mona is a latina woman with beautiful dark brown curly hair and dakrish golden eyes. Currently, she's in university earning her degree in fashion, something she sound fasinating when moving to earth.

Donatello completely moved on from April when he met Hailey, a complete opposite personality from Donnie. Hailey is a half white, half asian girl with blonde hair and pink highlights, her blue eyes slightly brighter than Leo's. She's a fun, active and hyper girl but extremely smart. Currently, she's finishing her double degree in Mathematics and Biology.

Michelangelo was in a relationship with Renet, but the long distance and her constantly not reaching out to him got him sad and thought she wasn't worth the time anymore. The two mutually broke up and now he's dating Katherine or Kat for short, a short white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes with a dazzling personality matching Mikey's. She's an athlete focusing on volleyball.

Lastly, the leader in blue Leonardo. Trying to work things out with Karai didn't work in his favor. It was too weird knowing she was related to Splinter, though even if she didn't care, it was like he was disrespecting his sensei.

Then he met, you.

(Y/n).

The girl who fell from the skies.

Leo saved you as you fell from one of the kraang portals that appeared out of nowhere, you were battered and bruise, Donnie totally thought you were a goner.

Then you took a breath.

They rushed you to the lair to care for you, when you woke up, you were completely unfaze to them. That's when they learn you weren't from their universe but another universe of them. Thanks to Donnie's technology and skills you were able to live in their world like you've been born there and lived there, you were sad knowing Splinter has passed on but happy as you gained a new family.

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Today was the third year in this new world, you were walking in the streets on New York holding your nephew's hand as he giggles and squeals every time he steps on the puddle. It was slightly raining out today and you thought you'd give your girl a break from motherhood and decided to take you nephew, Alex for ramen.

You entered through the alleyway and lifted the manhole, carefully carrying your nephew you climbed down. You hummed listening to him babbling as you entered the lair, you called out for Leo as he greeted you with a kiss when another kraang portal opens.

Leo places his arms out to you, covering you in case you were sucked in when a familiar bunch of people landed on the living room groaning in pain. You placed your hand on Leo's arm, the other holding Alex tightly.

"Everyone okay?" Raph shouts rushing out of the kitchen with Mona following.

"We heard a crash- who is that?" Hailey asks following Mona out once she saw a pile of people in the living room.

"GUYS, GUYS THERE'S A KRAANG- Oh nevermind" Donnie paused seeing the pile.

You placed Alex down as you patted Leo's arm in comfort, you appraoched the pile of people and mutants stopping closely by them.

You muttered, "You're here"

#tmnt x reader #crossover #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo

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mad-hunts · 12 days

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11. what would your muse consider their worst failing?

hello, @absensia, and happy sunday! thank you so much for the ask :D i just want y'all know that i appreciate every single one of these!! but alright, well... to tell you why barton views this particular thing as being his worst failing, i'm going to have to give you some backstory first. so please bear with me while i explain! so, as you may or may not know, barton currently has four kids. two of which are biologically related to him and the other two being adopted. though, back whenever he was first starting off as the dollmaker, barton actually had five kids. and this fifth child he had was named julien.

julien was different from the rest of his siblings, like jack is, in the way that he seemed to have experienced some form of trauma before barton had even adopted him that caused him to be very sensitive in relation to other people's emotions and actually made him act a bit jumpy. but this didn't change the fact that julien was kind of affectionately regarded as ' the best of all of them ' by barton's other kids whenever he was still around; and that was because julien would often try to protect his siblings, even in situations where he could get severely hurt, and he seemed to have this sort - of mellowing affect on barton because of just how likeable of a person he was.

the best way that i could describe what made him so special is that he was SUCH a good listener and had a way of making people feel welcome around him, which may be a bit surprising to hear considering the often dark + terribly gory reputation of the mathis family, but julien also really didn't like what he had to do while he was a part of their family sometimes. so you can imagine that whenever barton lost him to someone as sadistic as the joker... he was beyond devastated. not only because julien was like a figure of light in a family that could be the epitome of overwhelming despair, but because barton was the one who told him to go assist the joker with one of his ' schemes, ' as the man had contracted his help to do a rather grisly act to him — which would be to cut off his face — and julien had never come back from that meeting with him.

and although one could make the argument that barton couldn't have possibly known that that would happen, especially considering that he didn't know the full extent of just how bad the joker was at the time, he still very much blames himself for it. because barton believed that he should've known better in the end and gone there himself instead of treating this job like it'd be like any other one that they'd done, when it really wasn't. now just to give you some more context before i go on; if there's one thing you should know about barton, it's that his relationship with his children are probably his most complicated, so i do believe he does hold some kind of genuine love for them... but it's not a love that anyone can easily understand and one that likely isn't healthy at least half the time either.

but he felt legitimately torn up inside about it even a year later, and today, it's still isn't something that he likes to talk about. it was by far his greatest failure both as a father and as a person in his eyes. plus, knowing the fact that julien died alone and probably in a lot of pain, too? it was so painful for him that barton would swear up and down that it felt akin to someone shooting him right through the heart. so, if you were to ask him what he would do if he could go back in time and change one thing about his past, barton's answer wouldn't be that he would save himself from the cruelty of having to grow up under wesley's roof, or to make it so that his mom didn't have to leave him and he'd actually get to know her, or even to spend more a little more time with marcy... though, trust me, he has thought about all of those things.

it would be that he'd save julien. because he deserved so much better, in his eyes, than to be killed at the age of seventeen whenever he still had his whole life ahead of him and to have his comments about him being scared to go confront the joker completely dismissed. and this is also something that barton hates himself for. how to feels to have your feelings disregarded is something that barton is shocking familiar with, after all, and it's not a good feeling at all. but the fact remains that he can't do anything about his death now. all barton can do is grieve him at night, whenever he has no choice but to be alone with his thoughts, and he looks at past photographs of their entire family that have long since faded. of julien.

#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#ANGER'S HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#uhh okay... who put the onion slices in here y'all ;;#i honestly don't know whether this one or the past one was more sad but i suppose it isn't a competition JSJSJ #i just love torturing poor ol' barton don't i? / j nahhh nah he's anything but poor.#though i do feel like barton's story can be somewhat sympathetic sometimes. from how he had to deal with having a c*nnibalistic serial-#killer for a father + having his mom be forced to leave him as well as julien dying and barton feeling an IMMENSE amount of guilt bc of it.#and i feel like that might not even be all but i don't wanna bum anyone here out any further so JSJSJ let's just put a pen in it for now #i hope you liked my response though and that you're having a great day!!#tw: mentions of a child's death.#tw: guilt.#tw: mentions of unhealthy family dynamics.#and i thought that i should add that that of course doesn’t EXCUSE his horrific actions... i just want to explain the way in which barton-#demonstrates his humanity ( or what's left of it at least (': ) and how things may be more complicated than they appear on the surface.#because barton is not entirely evil but he's also VERY MUCH not a good person. so yeahhh

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den-of-the-jadewizard · 7 months

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Whumptober: Day One; I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.

"But you're already gone..."

A/N: This one's a bit rusty, and doesn't feel whumpy enough for me, but that's okay. It gets better.

This is the FNAF AU for the cast of Unified, my comic about shape people. Since I'm hyper fixed on Unified, a lot of these one shots are about them.

"Brother...?"

Bracer stilled, almost bristling as he heard Swift's meek and concerned tone. He didn't dare move his gaze from the corkboard in front of him. He didn't answer him either, hoping his silence was enough to get the point across that he wanted to be left alone right now.

"We've talked about this..."

He put a hand up to cut Swift off. Of course, he wouldn't take the hint. Bracer huffed a sigh, reply curt and to the point.

"I don't want to hear it."

"It wasn't your fault-"

"You've told me a million times already."

"It's true."

"I know that."

"I don't believe you. You've been running yourself ragged for the past month on this, Bracer. The case has been closed-"

"It's not!" Bracer slammed the table and whipped around to face him, snarling.

Swift flinched at the sudden outburst.

"You're a hypocrite, Swift," he rebuked him, "The hell is this any different from the cold case

you've been deadlocked on for four fucking years!?"

"Least we had a lead, but here we knew what had happened how it malfunctioned-"

"-No, I'm not going to listen to whatever you're spewing. If you're here to do that then get the hell out of my house..."

"Bracer, I-"

"Get out," He took a step towards him, Swift taking a step back, "...now."

Bracer took another step, and he took another back as well, this continued till they were out the door, Swift franticly tried once more to convince him.

"Brother, please! I knew they meant quite a lot to you but..." Swift trailed off upon seeing his shocked and then outraged expression.

Bracer trembled in rage, the simple sentence tipping him off. How could he possibly know what he was feeling right now? How dare he...

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY LIFE!!!" He screamed at him. "How could you possibly know!? When you've been gone for most my fucking life!?!"

Swift reared back, almost like he was just shot. The words cut deep but Bracer couldn't stop himself, wouldn't, not this time.

"Bracer, I- I'm..."

"They were a better family than you ever were..." He said coldly, venom dripping off his tongue.

Bracer did not waste time in staring at Swift's shocked expression. He slammed the door in his face before turning to flee down the hall, charging into his room and slamming his door behind him as well.

He screamed, throwing any objects in reach against the walls and across the room. He couldn't control himself any longer, he couldn't stand it.

His voice cracked, throat feeling as if it was being torn in two. He yelled at the top of his lungs, sounding as if he was being murdered, it was a wonder no one called the police. He didn't care about anything but the rage...the hurt.

He threw himself onto his bed, screaming and clawing into the sheets, his body thrashing as if trying to bury itself into it.

Why did they have to visit that damn restaurant!?

WHY!?

It should've been him.

'It' wanted him.

Not them.

So why?

Grief crashed into him like a freight train. He sobbed bitterly into the sheets, body heaving in vain attempt to calm himself.

He wanted them back...

He just...wanted them.

Just...

...

Bracer wasn't sure when he had cried himself to sleep, it surely didn't matter. It wasn't the first time he did so and probably won't be the last either.

It all shifted into a deep-seated numbness as he laid on his side. He was spent from last night, it had all been too much, not just this but all of it had. He glanced at his closed door, a sense of longing hitting him. Part of him expecting them to just knock on the door and walk in.

He sighed, closing his eyes again. He doubts he'll have the strength to even get out of bed today, much less continue with the investigation.

He was left alone with only his thoughts to keep him company.

Alone...

Swift...

Bracer had probably drove away the only living person who cared about him anymore. He had no hard feelings about his past, he was angry and just saying whatever without a sense of tact. He noted to apologize whenever he met with him next, if he ever did.

However, the case still had not made any sense to him. He didn't want to let go of it, he needed to know why it happened. Animatronics don't normally have a bite strength hard enough to kill anyone, it would go against every law of common sense for any company at all, it had to be intentional in some way. Plus, with the numerous other cases of tragedy happening in many different franchises, it all had to be connected in some way as well.

His head started to ache again, he was straining to think, he felt terrible. He huffed a sigh again, and stopped thinking, just lying there helplessly numb to the world outside his bedroom.

He'll figure this out...

Even if it kills him.

He owes them that much.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #lyric #OC #fic #cuss words #Unified #fnaf au #yes fnaf au but it feels enough from fnaf that I put it just as OCs #angst #emotional whump

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welcometohale · 7 months

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I saw the sunset on my way back from home today. I took a picture of it, one hand on the wheel and one using my phone. I should’ve pulled over. The speedometer needle had to be pointing at 80 at least. There was a scenic overlook in one mile. And then I was watching the scenic overlook pass out my passenger window. The sky was a gorgeous blue, the clouds tinted orange and pink. And then we all collectively went around the bend and the sun disappeared behind the treeline. The moon was to my left. She wasn’t doing anything special tonight. She’s halfway between half and full. Seeing the moon while the sky is still bright is always jarring. The next ten miles were full of short, deep breaths as I tried to fight back tears. I should’ve pulled over. There’s been a lot of “should’ves” in my life lately. Should’ve gone to that thing. Should’ve talked to that person. Should’ve done this, that. I’m writing this in my car, in the parking lot outside my apartment, engine off and doors locked. My phone is on Do Not Disturb. No one will try to disturb. It was chance I had my laptop with me on this drive. Chance I decided today to go home and print the stack of papers I’ve needed for class all semester. I was just home yesterday. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to come back to an apartment that’s full and empty all at once. I should go inside. I need to go inside. I have days of homework to do, papers to catch up on. My roommates won’t wonder where I am. I told one of them I’d be back later. They won’t call or text to see where I am. Would they be offended if they knew I was just outside. Writing this here instead of in there. Probably not. My music turned off a few minutes ago. My car shut it down automatically. My phone is still not disturbed. In a few more minutes, I’ll go inside. I need to go inside. My car is quiet. There aren’t headphones in my ears, blocking out the chatter of those around me or the lonely silence of my full apartment. All I can hear is my fingers hitting the keys, and sometimes the squealing of tires somewhere on campus. I’ll go inside in a few minutes. I’ll stop at the vending machine and buy a Monster, even though I hate the taste. I can only get Redbulls from the campus markets, and I don’t feel safe outside at night all alone. I’ll stay up late tonight. I have homework to do. I have class at noon tomorrow. My roommate will talk my ear off about something I don’t care about, before disappearing into her room for another unknown amount of time. My other roommate will go to bed early, and I’ll have to be quiet when I get into bed. I can go up to 24 hours without saying another word to anyone. Luckily I thank the people holding doors for me, or else I wouldn’t speak at all. I need to go inside. I should go inside. I should've pulled over and watched the sunset. I should’ve stopped at the overlook. I should’ve stopped in a city I never stop in and watched the sunset and taken pictures and gotten something to drink in a drive thru I don’t know. I should go inside.

#these motherfuckers got me thinking in poetry and essay #sick and fucking twisted #anyway heres this i guess #right there on the its so over square lemme tell you #i dont condone phone usage and driving and also speeding #long post #hale writes

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gwaciechang · 2 years

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Ocean Waves- Harringroveson Bingo 2022

Square: Knifeplay for @harringroveson-bingo

Rating: M

Ship(s): Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, past Billy Hargrove/original female character of color

Summary: Billy loses his temper at the best thing in his life, and tries to make it up the best way he knows how, by letting Eddie mark him as his. It doesn't go the way either of them expect. This fills the Knifeplay square of my bingo card.

Warnings: knifeplay (duh), dubcon (past and present, Billy doesn't like what's happening but thinks he has to agree to it or his partner will leave him), drug use (Billy goes to Eddie for painkillers when his father confiscates his), pretense during sex (Billy's previous partner lies to him about how she's marking his skin). If you think this needs any other warnings, please let me know. You can read this on AO3 here or below the cut.

Eddie was out of all of his painkillers, and today of all days. Neil had moved the painkillers the doctor prescribed him again, his physical therapist was out with a cold and the new guy didn't know what he was doing, and construction on the road meant Billy had to take a different--and bumpier--ride back to his house. He needs something, anything, to take the edge off the pain, and so he had gone to Eddie.

But Eddie had been out. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. Hell, Billy would've probably have felt better from just having his boyfriend hold him for a little while, but then Eddie had to go and offer him children's aspirin, like he was some sort of baby, like he felt pity for the fallen king of Hawkins High, and something in Billy had snapped. He'd lost so much in the "fire" at Starcourt, and while he knew he'd been lucky that his life wasn't one of them, he didn't want Eddie's respect to be one of them. So he had slapped the pills out of Eddie's hand, sneered, and told him that if this was all he had to offer, Billy didn't see why he shouldn't go to a flower garden to get what he wanted.

They used to call each other every night. For the last three weeks, it had been radio silence. He should've just sucked it up, taken the pain quietly, and left Eddie alone. This was all his fault. He runs a hand through his hair and lets it fall against the single patch of undamaged skin at his hip.

Well, not entirely undamaged.

He doesn't remember exactly what led up to his decision to buy a the smallest knife Mrs. Byers sold at her store, hand it to Rose, and tell her to carve her name on his hip. It probably had something to do with Neil making him cancel several dates in a row, and making her feel neglected. Whatever the reason, he remembers that it had mollified her to see her claim so obvious on his skin, enough that she was still driving him home from his appointments long after they had broken up. She'd put it a bit further back than he would've liked, to the point where he couldn't even see it in the mirror, but it ended up being a blessing, because it meant Eddie couldn't see it either if they fucked face to face, and honestly, it had hurt a lot less than he expected.

He hadn't felt like rotting hamburger meat back then. He has no doubts that it'll hurt more now, but it can't hurt worse than the gnawing emptiness that Eddie used to occupy. So he gets up, goes to the kitchen, and selects a knife he's never seen Susan use.

Rose raises an eyebrow when he walks out holding the knife. "I don't do that anymore," she says, opening his side of the door anyway.

"It's not for you," he grumbles. "You made that clear enough," he reaches forward and plucks a piece of green pompom ribbon out of her hair before he gets in the car.

"Did you two at least work out a safeword?" Rose asks when she gets in.

Billy rolls his eyes. "I don't need a safeword."

"Everybody needs a safeword."

"We didn't have a safeword."

Rose's knuckles are white on the steering wheel. "We should've had one. I shouldn't have let you use me as a tool to hurt yourself with."

Billy swallows the poisonous reply on his tongue in favor of, "You're right, and I'm sorry I treated you like one."

Rose's forehead thumps against the steering wheel, but only once, because she's a conscientious driver, always aware of what it would look like if the town's one Asian girl got into a car accident. "That's not what I meant," she says finally. "But you never did hear it when I said it. I hope you'll hear it from him," and then she's pulling up to Eddie's trailer, and that's that.

She leaves before he can chicken out, and then his options are to knock on the door or walk all the way back to his house. It's not really a question, because he owes Eddie Munson his pound of flesh, and he's here to deliver. He knocks.

Eddie's face hardens when he sees him, and Billy instinctively tries not to show how badly that hurt. Then he remembers that tonight is all about letting Eddie so how hurt he is. The idea makes him tense. It would make him sweat, too, if he were still capable of that over most of his chest. He takes a deep breath to prepare himself to relax, and when he opens his eyes again to meet Eddie's, they're alarmed.

Quickly, before he can lose his nerve, Billy holds out the knife.

Eddie doesn't take it, doesn't even look at it, just keeps staring at Billy with those stupid chocolate button eyes. God, he's going to make Billy say it, isn't he?

"There's nothing going on between me and Rose, and I want to prove it," he holds the knife out further. "I want you to, uh put your name on me, or whatever you want."

Eddie takes the knife then, but loosely, between two fingers. "Where?" he asks like he's asking how much sugar Billy wants in his lemonade.

"Wherever. Wherever you think will let everyone know that I'm yours, only yours. You," his voice falters. "You should know that, too," he mutters to the ground.

Eddie stares at him for a long time before he finally opens the door the rest of the way for Billy to walk inside.

The second he does, warmth covers him like a favorite blanket out of the dryer. Tension bleeds out of him the closer he gets to Eddie's room, until he collapses, completely boneless, on his stomach on Eddie's bed, because this is where he's meant to be. He belongs to Eddie, who will stake his claim tonight, a much bigger claim than Rose or Karen or any of the people he fucked to have a soft place to sleep that night ever could. Eddie will have the firm hand needed to show Billy his place.

He can't help but flinch when something cold hits his back, but it's just a faint breeze as Eddie pulls his shirt up to expose Billy's back. Billy curls his hands into fists as the knife trails down his back, just enough for him to feel, but not enough for the feeling to be pain.

Billy closes his eyes, and it's worse this way. Every time Eddie's hand stops to trace a mark, Billy braces himself. It makes the raw muscles in his chest scream. But Eddie knows, now, what Billy will let him do. He has to know, he has to know what it means when Billy bares his back like this after giving him a knife.

But baring his back means Eddie can see Rose's name, and Billy feels a burst of cold that has nothing to do with his exposed skin.

"You can carve it out, if you want," he lifts his head so his words aren't muffled by the pillow. He could probably gift it to her on his last day of physical therapy, proof that she doesn't have to care about him anymore.

"Carve what out?"

"The name."

"What name? There's just all these white spots that look like belt buckles, and this mark, I think it's ocean waves, by your hip."

You never did hear it when I said it.

"It's sort of cute, actually, but it's fading. Do you mind if I trace over it, instead of putting my name?"

Billy must answer in the affirmative, because the next thing he knows, there's a burning line on the back of his hip. It hurts more than he remembers, but it's over in a second, and Eddie leans down to kiss the mark he made. His lips burn hotter than the cuts, hotter than the alcohol he dabs over it.

"I like this better," Eddie declares, getting a fresh cotton ball, "branding you with ownership of your own happiness."

I hope you'll hear it from him.

"Draw flames next to it," Billy says before he realizes he's speaking.

Eddie frowns. "I'm not sure I have the skills to do that. Besides, why would-"

Billy sits up to look at him, and whatever expression is on his teary face makes Eddie shut up. "You're my happiness too."

Eddie sputters, looking between Billy and the knife. "Well," he says with more flippancy than his trembling fingers show, "maybe I will, but not with this," and he presses the handle of the knife back into Billy's hand. "Rick will probably let me borrow his tattoo gun if I ask really nicely, and buy some dilaudid off him."

Billy flushes. "You really don't have to-"

"I really do. I have to take care of my happiness, right?"

"Fuck," Billy leans forward into Eddie's chest, this time daring to take his arms with his hands and wrap them around his shoulders. "Then hold me, it'll be enough, do you hear me?"

Eddie's chuckle rumbles from his chest into Billy's. "I hear you."

#mungrove #harringroveson bingo #blood tw

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strawberrystreamfields · 1 year

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Carolina's Journal Log 12:

Tea. I just need tea. Looks like I should've worn some warmer clothing yesterday, seeing as I might have gotten a bit of a cold. Should we have stayed back at Jorvik Stables? Probably. Did we? Absolutely not. Passing through one of the massive gates, we made a B-line for a nearby café. 3 cups of scalding hot tea later, we finally left Jarlaheim. Our pathway took us up the high road towards the Goldspur's farm.

We headed into Greendale, striding through the snow. Or, given how little green was still visible, Whitedale now. Some mushrooms and flowers were still peeking out from beneath the glistening snow. The thick, tightly knitted canopy of the forest only revealed a bare few patches of aquamarine-colored sky tinted with teal, light blue, green, and occasionally violet streaks of light.

The ramps of logs leading up to some extra layers were precarious to climb, but we made it up unscathed. Some of the layers of earth and roots covered in snow resembled cakes. And now I'm hungry. Nevertheless, we continued traversing the snowy landscape of Greendale as we went.

Rosedawn and I passed some violets peeking out from beneath the snow, as well as more mushrooms and a couple of fairy circles, careful not to disturb them. We headed down to the somewhat icy path to Wolf Hall Inn. That place gives me a bad feeling.

The earthen, root-decorated tunnel that connected Greendale and Wolf Hall Inn had a few squirrels as well as a rabbit hidden inside as we passed by, all of them bolting at the sound of Rosedawn's hoofbeats. We stopped inside the tunnel for a few minutes, pausing for Rosedawn to have an apple and for me to have a granola bar. I oughtta restock on snacks soon.

The pair of us practically bolted past Wolf Hall Inn, yelling out a somewhat strained 'hello' to Ed Field as we ran past in a blur, slowing slightly as soon as we were a good 100 meters away. A few things that guy's said give me a bad feeling. On a lighter note, Silverglade Castle sat in the distance, a visible landmark of the land. We crossed through the iron gate to Epona, trotting past the Dew family's old farm. Sad to see what it's been reduced to, especially after the stories Maya's told about what it was like.

Turning up the path to Guardian's Dale, we came across the Soul Riders all camped out. Seeing them like that brought back memories of our daring rescue of Anne. Speaking of Anne, she'd gone to grab some food from the tent when we showed up. She emerged a minute later, so the 5 of us talked for a while.

Bidding the Soul Riders adieu, we headed through the wild, winding path to the Dale. For a brief moment, I let myself get lost in thought. Rosedawn snapped me our of my thoughts with a light neigh. We'd made it.

Guardian's Dale looked magical in the snow. The four Guardians stood proudly, guarding the portal at the end. The portal. The last time I'd seen that thing, it hadn't ended pleasantly. Slowly, we approached the Pandoric Keystone, still hovering upon its stand. Aideen be with you. I won't lose another girl. There is so much I never got to tell you. I'm so proud of you. Because she loved you, we all do. Now you know where to go when you're feeling kinda low. The voices melded together in my mind as everything about that day came rushing back. Tears pooled in my eyes. I still can't believe she's gone, and I can't help but wonder if I could've done something more. We turned and left, the memories having become too much. Maybe one day I'll be able to stand here and say to her, 'We did it. Thanks to you, we did it.' But today is not that day.

#long post #star stable spoilers #sso spoilers #just in case #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #horse: rosedawn #arrow's typewriter #okay i hurt my own feelings writing that last part #bit of carolina lore though

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mythoughtsxxblog · 2 years

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19 years ago today (September 23 2003) One Tree Hill premiered on the WB.

To celebrate I thought I'd post yet another opinion thread about my favorite show of all time.

Nathan Scott is quite possibly the best teen drama boy/man to ever exist. He had his flaws, but was ultimately the best husband, father, brother, and son anyone could ask for. Despite having a rough childhood, he managed to overcome and stop the toxic cycle of neglect/abuse. He made his children's lives something he had wished for himself. It takes a strong person to do that. Forever will love this man.

Lucas Scott aggravates me to no end.

3x20 is TV excellence. That no look shot is iconic and nothing will ever top that moment in TV.

Nobody does music like OTH. All those performances? Amazing.

Nathan and Haley >>>>> every other couple on the show. Idc what anyone says they were the #1 ship to come out of OTH. They went through hard times, but came out stronger in the end. I don't think there's any other TV couple with this much of a hold on me. And I've watched a lot of TV shows lol. They make me feel so comfy and warm inside. They're safe and overall written so damn well.

Going with what I said above, James and Joy's chemistry is what made Naley work tbh. They had such insane chemistry and it's mind boggling that they never even had a chemistry read when auditioning. OTH writers struck gold with them.

Dan is one of the best villains in TV show history.

Grandpa Dan....an angel lmao

It legit infuriates me that CMM was looked at as the heartthrob of the show when James Lafferty was right there. That man was and is still gorgeous. And if I'm being honest, his acting felt more natural to me than CMM. But that's a conversation for another day lol

We should've got more Skills than Mouth

Brooke's best seasons were the adult seasons tbh. Yes, she had iconic moments in the high school years, but her actual development doesn't really hit until the adult years imo

I'm convinced they only did the Nathan/Brooke sextape because they wanted the audience to sympathize with Peyton. Also Nathan and Brooke are quite possibly the most liked characters, the writers probably thought why not try destroying their development 🙄🙄

I loved Jamie 🤷🏻‍♀️ it seems like so many people find him annoying but I loved him lol I can understand why he might be annoying to some, but I really enjoyed him and thought he was a great addition to the show. He had great chemistry with all the core characters

6x03 is the saddest episode in TV history and if you don't cry watching it, you're not human

Nathan's NBA story arc is amazing storytelling. I loved every minute of it and believe it's one of, if not, the best story arc to come out of the show

Peyton was so much more likeable when she wasn't with Lucas. I honestly enjoyed her and Lucas being friends way more than when they got together

I didn't mind Lucas and Lindsay

Season 9 was so chaotic, but I loved it

I loved how Julian went from this hot mysterious producer to an absolute dork that loved chasing butterflies. Best development lol

This cast deserved an award for 3x16. The acting was on point. The storyline was on point. One of the most well done sch*ol sh*oting episodes I've seen a TV show pull off. It's a shame they barely got any credit for it

Never got the appeal to Karen/Keith. I honestly shipped Deb/Keith more lol

Nathan's depression storyline deserved better. The writers dropped the ball on a lot of mental health storylines, but this one in particular upsets me. First it was the race car incident in season 2. He should've gone to therapy. Then it was season 5 and his back injury. It felt as though he was being told get over it and "man up" when that sends a pretty toxic message. The scene with Peyton and him in the hospital pissed me off. As if seeing a child with cancer is supposed to make him feel better. I get what they were trying to get across, but it could've been done differently. Also Haley throwing dishes/bottles???? Why? Great acting moment from Joy, but unnecessary for Haley's character. I also applaud James for his acting throughout this storyline. Just wish it was written better.

Continuing with the above statement, Haley's depression storyline was done much better. It was a bit rushed, but it wasn't as frustrating to watch.

I always preferred Brooke and Haley's friendship to Brooke and Peyton's

Brooke and Nathan's friendship deserved more screen time. That scene when Nathan goes to check on her before Quentin's funeral will forever break me

Nathan getting harassed in the shower doesn't get talked about enough. Absolutely foul.

Although I loved Brooke getting her happy ending, I kinda wish they settled with her adopting instead of miraculously being able to have kids. Her adopting would've been more relatable.

Rachel deserved better

Quinn deserved better writing. I feel like she was treated more like eye candy than anything. Justice for Shantel VanSanten

FUCK M*RK S*HWAHN

I have many more opinions, but this is already long enough lol. Anyways, this show will always and forever have a place in my heart.

#one tree hill #oth #happy oth day #nathan scott #lucas scott #peyton sawyer #brooke davis #haley james scott #james lafferty #chad michael murray #bethany joy lenz #hilarie burton

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ducknotinarow · 7 months

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[2012 FootClan AU FTMCasey Karai] [Rip Karai he's literally just dropping this on you at like 2AM i feel u_u]

He'd maybe should've snuck off to a barber of sorts, but that was just hindsight now. In what may've been rage, or a fit of stupidity, Casey had grabbed the first sharp object he could and lopped off a good chunk of his hair, leaving it uneven and a mess at it now stopped at his shoulders, as opposed to his mid back. Already he felt better though.

Scissors in one hand, a chunk of hair in the other, having not found a place to chuck it, he wanders through the compound until he finds another soul - thankfully the one he was looking for, Karai. He says nothing as he stares at her, clearly tired and upset - probably from another fight with dad. He opts not to acknowledge that though,

"Your older sister is dead," He says without any tact, "Now he's yer brother, an' I go by Casey."

He also decides not to elaborate further.

| Muse interaction

The foot clan was the last of it's kind, a survivor of the feudal era of Japan's history making it's way into the modern age. Set in it's ways from far back then even when it nearly was lost thanks to another clan. It's not easy keeping such a old line around and it nearly fell apart once due to the Hamato clan. Thought to be gone now, it meant the head of the clan after restoring it after he was nearly 'taken over by the Hamato's' as he often would speak of his adoption before learning of his true heritage. And he just seemed to double down on that ever since. Everything he wanted to secure so not to ever lose this again? Truly just turned in some obsession that Karai never cared for. The foot today wasn't really some honorable old ninja clan it was a crime syndicate answering only to the Shredder, though others run the various factions of the Foot Clan across the globe. And she was expected to take that place.

Not just her there were plans for her sisters as well, all raised under the heel of their father. Shrdder didn't raise weak kids. Pressure was on all thier shoulders. Why Karai couldn't help but take chances to sneak away. Which was worth it for a few good moments of peace but not everyone as lucky as she found herself back home making her way to her room? She found the aftermath of what allowed her to sneak away in the first place.

The only other soul that was awake clearly nit in a good place mentally. It was a bit hard to tell till they drew closer to Karai, but she could at least tell that Eve was holding a good chunk of hair and scissors. Eyes a little wide as she tried to read the situation. But honestly no matter how long the pair stood here in silence she might not ever figure it out on her own. Eve's hair looked awful! it was a choppy layers at best on the one side she cut off. Couldn't even pass it off as a asymmetrical cut. Even if you squint and tried.If it was for the sour expression over Eve's face? Karai would maybe laugh. Luckily Eve spoke up first to break the silence of the hallway.

"Your older sister is dead,"

"With how many times I told you to drop dead Evie I gotta say this is a pretty hard sell with you standing in front of me like this." Karai shifted her weight and cock a hip to the side as she lifted up a brow. That sounded just a tad dramatic here. But, lips keep shut as she just looks at them.

"Now he's yer brother, an' I go by Casey."

Oh.

This might not be some over dramatic remark after a spat with their father. Well it may still very well be fueled by that and why Eve went and did well this but. Oh wait no Casey? Why Casey she wonders a moment. Karai in part dose want to ask but it was also two in the morning or around that when she made her way back home. Moving from her spot she makes her way over to them. Lifting a had to the jagged cut side of their hair. "And you still have a trashy sense of style." Karai dose at least offer in response. "You look like you lost a fight with the scissors there."

Karai didn't in truth really understand what Eve, was getting at here. "Did you have an argument with dad?" it might be a without tack to make it out that this was nothing more than a emotional response to a fight with him. But getting a closer look at their expression? It was clear there was more then just those hurt emotions. There was more than that raw sting from some petty scrabble that may have happened when she was away. Looking down to how they were holding the section of hair they chopped off. The cutting their hair bit was still at least a emotional outburst. She pursed her lips a little before meeting Eve's eyes again. "Eve- Casey? You said?" she asks trying to get some conformation.

"Well Casey you are awful with hair, good thing I handle Angel's." The teasing was just how she spoke to Eve and she saw no reason to change that. If anything they might need it most now, as she manged to get their hair out from their grip. Casually chucking it down to the floor. Someone else can deal with that, before she took the scissors from his other hand. Slowly slipped them out so not to risk the blades cutting his hand. As she looked them over. "No wonder these are dull, almost as dull as you." She smirks as she snips the scissors a few time "These aren't meant for hair." She elaborates a little before slipping them into her person, as she grabs for, their wrist. Letting out a drawn out sigh.

"Come on, I cut my own hair so I can try and fix this mess." She offers, as she leads the way to her room. She lets Eve or Casey work through their thoughts as they make their way back to her room.

Karai leading them to the chair by her vanity well she goes and grabs what she needs. "Want me to even it out? or want something short? Personally I find short works best harder to grab after all." She idly discusses as she finds her set of scissors and combs. Making her way to stand behind her well now brother? She runs her fingers under the choppy side well waiting for them to answer. "Maybe a bob even?" she offers as she measures out how much she would need to cut in order to even the mess out.

"Wanna tell me about it?" She suggests soon after, about the whole sister is dead part of what happened with their Dad. Karai left for them to decide her meaning. As she slowly started to sip their hair going to even the job out for now. That would be a start at least depending on whatever was going through their head fixing them up would at least hopefully help lift their mood a little. Part of here could tell the run in was an accident. They were looking for her and she wasn't around. Was that before or after this though? Karai was the only one always dealing with that overbearing weight Shredder put on her own shoulders.

Being the heir to the clan she had to know ever aspect of it. From the ninja stuff to his businesses prospects. She couldn't be weak or yield and in most cases she didn't. Outside this.

Eve was no different all the same training the same teaching methods even. Maybe worse Karai was at least born into this Eve had to be shaped and molded to fit in correctly. With this whole they are her brother named Casey event going on now? Karai wonders if it relates. They always were an escapes for her though so for once she could at least offer that back. Sister, brother? Eve or Casey? doesn't matter what matters? was making them not look like they have a fight with a blender.

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ you're weird and annoying but your still my brother -aflockoffeathers]#[foot!casey]#[ftm!casey]#[2012 verse]#muse interaction #ic reply #stay queued #tw: parental abuse mentioned #tw: transphobia mentioned #((You know my tag for them hits a bit with the ftm casey))

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Things I Like About You.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

Requested: nope

Summary: Bucky makes a list of 18 things that he likes about Y/N, starting with her voice.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! idk how this idea came to me but I decided to proceed with it anyway lmao. enjoy!

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The first thing he liked about her was her voice. Just smooth, soft, a little raspy but it made his heart flutter as he walked to the communal area with Steve, his best friend. As they neared the room her voice became louder, turned more melodic. Singing, she was singing a song. A wave of pleasure washed over him when he heard her but he concealed it easily.

The second thing he liked about her was her face. When he and Steve walked into the communal area her back was to them, and she was still singing. For a minute they just listened as Y/N hit all the notes correctly; only then did Steve cut her off by clearing his throat. She whirled around and his breath caught in his lungs.

She had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen on anyone. They were simply perfect and when they narrowed as she smiled widely, he was done for. Her nose was perfect, her pretty lips were perfect, her teeth were perfect, her hair was perfect and literally everything else about her was just perfect. "Hi Steve, Mr Barnes!" She greeted them enthusiastically.

That was the third thing he liked about her, her personality. She was not too loud, not too quiet, not too brazen, not too prude… simply marvellous. "Hey, Y/N! You can call him Bucky, you know." She glanced at him and his eyes went wide on their own accord as he nodded, agreeing with Steve. Then she gave him another smile.

Oh boy, I'm in trouble. "Fine, Bucky. It's very nice to meet you." She held her hand out and that was the fourth thing he liked about her; the feel of her skin. Just like her voice, her skin was smooth and buttery, so soft that for a moment, he almost didn't want to blemish her beautiful skin by touching her. But he still gingerly took her hand, shaking it.

He did not trust his voice; he knew that if he tried to speak, he'd just squeak out some nonsense. Where is my 40s charm?! Just when you need it… He gave her a polite nod as they shook hands and Steve sighed on his right. "Sorry, it takes him a while to, you know, speak in front of the others…" Y/N waved him off easily.

"I understand, Steve. Let him take his time, no rush." She gave him another smile and this time, he found himself smiling back. "Your smile is wonderful," she told him, which caused his smile to widen involuntarily. "So is yours," he rasped and there it was: the fifth thing he liked about her. Her blush. She went red and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thank you, Bucky." He had never liked his name more. "Well, now that you two have been introduced, I guess I can go. Think you can take it from here, Buck?" He nodded but the truth was that no, no he couldn't take it. Alone with her? What if he did something embarrassing and drove her off? "Shall we sit?"

She gestured to the couches and he nodded, both of them sitting next to each other. The sixth thing he liked about her, her posture. Back straight, ankles crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap, she looked like a Royal. There were no words spoken in the first five minutes but Y/N didn't get up, she knew it always took him some time. She'd be there for him.

"You sing wonderfully," he blurted out and she turned to look at him with the smile he was quickly getting obsessed with. I'm gonna have to make her smile more often. "Oh, thank you so much!" He gave her a smile of his own and looked down at his lap. "How are you doing today?" He looked back up. "I'm doing well, you?" She nodded and giggled.

"Sorry, didn't know what else to ask." The seventh thing he liked about her, her giggle. Her laugh, in general. "It's okay, darling," he grinned lazily and watched as she blushed again at the nickname. Maybe he won't embarrass himself after all. "So, are you new on the team?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"I'm not on the team, actually. I'm just good friends with the Avengers, I don't fight. I own a bakery down the street," she told him and he hummed. "A bakery? Sounds just as sweet as you," he flirted easily and watched how she went red again. "You're too flattering," she mumbled and he shook his head. "You deserve it."

"I was actually wondering when I'd get to meet you, but Steve told me I'd have to wait before you were ready," she blurted out, suddenly nervous. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped towards her, making her drop her hand. But he gently took it and returned it to his shoulder, giving her a shy smile.

"Hey, no, don't apologize. I have a PhD in Psychology, you know, I know you needed time. I was willing to wait longer," she told him and he felt his heart flutter. Mama, I found my wife. "You have a PhD and yet you opened a bakery?" She flushed deeper. "I just like baking. I have had my bakery before I even started my first year at the university."

"That's wonderful. So, uh, the Avengers, they visit often?"

"Yes, oh my God! After every damn mission. Steve and Sam were there the last time, yesterday, when they came back. Finished two dozen of my muffins, had to bake more in the middle of the night to restock." The eighth thing he liked about her, the way she complained, how her nose scrunched and she pulled a face.

He couldn't help but laugh. "They do have a sweet tooth," he pointed out and there it was; the ninth thing he liked about her— her pout. "Still! I lost a lot of sleep," she huffed. "I'd like to visit your bakery too, doll. Have an address?" She immediately reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a slightly crumpled business card.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" she hissed, noticing the state her card was in but he didn't care in the least. I'm going to keep this paper with me till the end of my life. "It's not a problem at all, doll." Then he examined the card, smirking at the name of the bakery. "The Sweet Spot, huh? Wonder where yours is," he spoke effortlessly, eyes still on the card.

He heard a choking noise and turned to see Y/N laughing behind her hands, barely able to contain herself. "Aren't you just smooth, Barnes," she replied evenly and all he wanted to do at the moment was haul her over his shoulder, take her to his bedroom and never leave. "I was known to be quite charming in the 40s," he winked and she giggled more.

"I would've loved to see that." Soon, she checked her watch and clicked her tongue, standing up. "My bakery opens in 15 minutes, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Bucky." She simply stood there, fidgeting and that worried him. "Doll?" Her eyes met his. "Sorry, um, I was thinking… should I hug him or shake his hand? Probably should've—"

Without another word he pulled her in his arms and the tenth thing he liked about her? Her hugs. She easily slid her arms around his torso, pressed her face into his chest— being shorter than him— and squeezed. His vibranium hand cradled her head and the flesh one went around her shoulder, returning the squeeze.

The hug was longer than necessary, not that either of them complained. When she pulled away, both of them exchanged huge smiles. He felt lighter and happier than he had in years, even though he was attending therapy now. "Bye, Bucky! See you later!" Oh see you later alright, he visited the bakery just an hour later.

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A sharp knock on the door to her apartment startled her. She checked the time; it was 2 am. Dread filled her entire body as she slowly made her way to the living room, peeking out of the peephole. The dread washed away entirely as she opened the door and swiftly pulled the man inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Bucky?"

"I needed you," he spoke hoarsely. Y/N noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, his tousled hair and his dirty clothes. He had been gone on a mission for the past 5 months; they met 7 months ago. 5 months? Who has a mission that long? The Avengers, that's who. Bucky and Y/N had bonded quite well in the small amount of time.

There were many more things he realized he liked about her; her dancing, her cooking, her apartment, the smell of her laundry detergent, her caring nature, her jokes, her— "Bucky? Bubba, did you hear me?" He blinked a few times and offered her a sheepish smile, shaking his head. "I said, take a bath. I'll leave you some clothes outside."

He agreed instantly and went to her bathroom, hopping in for a quick wash. He cleaned himself with her body wash; it smelled like lavender that calmed him. He had missed her a lot. On the way back home all he could think about was her. He wanted— no, he needed to hold her as he slept to ensure he didn't wake up screaming.

After the shower as he put on the clothes she left for him, he realized something. Walking into the only bedroom in the apartment he saw her looking up from her phone. "Yes, Buck?" He hadn't permitted Sam to call him that, even though he had known the man longer than he had Y/N. "Are these Steve's clothes?"

She went pink and stammered. Bucky's brows furrowed. "Are you dating Steve?" he blurted out and her eyes went wide. "No, I've never dated Steve. It's just that… one time he was on a mission and he needed some place to hide and live for a few days. He lived with me. He left his bag behind and I kept the clothes, for situations like these."

He could tell she was telling the truth. The seventeenth thing he liked about her was her honesty. "Oh, okay." Suddenly a smirk came over her face, which made him nervous. "Were you jealous, Barnes?" It was his turn to blush and he went 10 shades darker than she had. "I— I mean, I— I wasn't, I— I was—" he stammered and she laughed.

"I was kidding! Get in the bed, we're going to sleep." He felt nervous again. "I, um, actually had a… favour, if it's not much, uh, if you don't agree I'll take the couch I promise, but I—" She shushed him. "Spit it out." He exhaled. "Can I… maybe… snuggle with you? While we sleep? Please?" He sounded so soft that all Y/N wanted to do was tell him how much she liked him and cuddle him to death.

"Of course! If it makes you feel better, sure, we can do that. Get in." He took off his t-shirt, hurriedly explaining that he couldn't sleep in them but she brushed him off. He got into the bed next to her and tentatively held his hand out, grinning to himself when she snuggled into his side with a soft sigh.

"You're so warm. It's perfect," she breathed out. Bucky never wanted to let go. "Goodnight, doll," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her head as both of them drifted off to dreamland. Bucky dreamt of her. The seventeen things he liked about her as of yet, with many more to come. Like maybe the way she tasted.

The way she would feel under him, around him… He gulped and rid himself of the thoughts; he didn't want a boner right now. You've known this woman for 7 months! Calm down, horny. That night, he slept like a baby, his firm hold on Y/N never wavering. Somewhere during the night her face had pushed itself in the crook of his neck, not that he cared.

One of his hands had landed on her butt while the other cradled her head again. Not that she cared. The next morning, Y/N was the first one up. She tried to get up from the bed but Bucky whined, actually whined underneath her. "Don't go." She giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I need to use the bathroom."

Blinking a bit at the unexpected kiss (not that it wasn't welcome), it took him a few minutes to process her words. He let her go then, falling back asleep. He was tired; if he could, he wouldn't wake up for another 2 weeks. Y/N smiled softly when she came out of the bathroom, he looked so peaceful. Let him stay a while longer. She went to make herself some breakfast.

15 minutes into the process Bucky showed up, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, leaving tiny kisses. "I thought you'd like to sleep longer," Y/N offered, one hand squeezing his arm. "It wasn't the same without you." She giggled as he pulled away, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "You sure know how to flatter women," she snorted and he grinned.

"Not just any woman, you in particular," he winked, sitting down at the dining table as Y/N brought over 2 plates of pancakes. "Consider me impressed, James," she teased back. "When does the bakery close?" he questioned as they both ate. "5 pm, why?" "I'm taking you out on a date," he said confidently.

"What time?"

"6:30?"

"Cool."

After they finished eating, they cleaned up for the day and left her apartment. Bucky offered to drop her to her bakery and she readily agreed, both of them walking down the street hand-in-hand. "I've been wanting to ask you out ever since we met," he confessed and she turned to him. "So have I," she chuckled and he looked at her, another grin forming on his face.

Soon, they reached the bakery and stood outside, simply staring at each other. "So, uh, I guess I'll—" The rest of the sentence caught in her throat as Bucky leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N kissed back, smiling when he pulled away. "Can't wait for 6:30," she whispered.

"Neither can I."

And as he walked back towards the Compound, he thought about her, the eighteenth thing he liked about her (her kisses) and the many more things he was sure he was going to like about her in the upcoming months.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan characters #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Run With Me

member: yeah yeah whatever

genre: angst and fluff [im on the brink of tears rn i had a bad day also found out this song was about a mother and child and it made things a lot worse yay]

synopsis: idk i can't rlly think rn i just needed to write this

wc: probably under 1k (yeah its 640)

tbz default taglist: @from-xero @sunlightwoo

her neck tilts up, the tears welling in her eyes when the movie no longer sticks in her consciousness. she hadn't been paying attention to the people on screen for awhile now, only letting the weight sink in her chest as her heart races.

she sinks back into the large sofa seat, urgently blinking away the tears that were clogging her vision. she swallows, the ball of choked up mucus stuck in the back of her throat as she struggles not to sniffle - for the people around her and the person next to her will notice.

the cool, popcorn-scented air wears away when her breathing becomes clogged too, and she looks straight at the screen now.

she knows he'll find her staring at the ceiling if she keeps it up for too long. so she slowly breathes through her lips, trying to steady her breathing and the trembling breaths she can afford to take.

but she glances at him through the corner of her eyes, and he's already looking at her.

hyunjae's brows falter, and a crease of a frown cements into his forehead when he can see what's wrong with her. he already could tell that she wasn't herself today, and he chose to trust that she'll tell him eventually - she doesn't like to be pushed out of her emotional limit.

but when he stares a little longer, eyes darting between her glossy ones - her facial muscles crunch into the centre of her face and she begins to hiccup when she tries to stifle her sobs.

"hey," he whispers and scoots even closer to her despite her arm already interlocked with his. "it's okay."

she looks up again, nose finally souring through her entire face and her lips left apart when she can't afford the sobs. mucus trickles down her philtrum and she gulps a strange whimper with her lips curled downwards.

she shuts her eyes, feeling the tears dribble between her lids and down her cheek as he pushes her head onto his shoulder. the cotton of his shirt under her cheek dampens, and his breath warms through her hair and into her scalp.

"should've told me sooner and we could've gone elsewhere," hyunjae whispers into her hair, pressing a light kiss into the crown of her head.

"sorry," her voice is husky and broken when she manages the single word. she feels him shake his head, his other hand coming around to cup her other cheek and wipe her face of her tears.

he lets her sniffle quietly, letting her breathing stable and the movie's noises thrum through her as a distraction.

then he pulls away, earning her attention for abit. using the back of his index finger, he wipes the smudged layer of tears on her cheek where she's stained his shirt and cups her chin, holding her still while he presses a kiss to her forehead.

he shifts, managing to sprawl out across the luxury theatre 2-seater sofa and resting his head in her lap. pulling her left hand over his shoulder, he presses light kisses into the heart of her palm.

and by instinct, she combs her free hand through his hair, gently pulling them out of his face as he continues to watch the movie.

she swallows the leftover need to cry, sniffling one more before she leans down. he feels the bodily shift, and turns his head up to face her.

her eyes flutter shut, and so does his.

his lips are soft, and hers are probably dry from her salty tears.

she holds her breath, letting him tuck her hair behind her ear when it falls over from her leaned over position.

cupping her cheek, he gently lifts her away, taking his time to read her slightly swollen eyes and reddened nose.

"i’ll be with you, like this."

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deexchanel · 3 years

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New York

Word Count: 2,655

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader. Justice League x BlackFem!Reader but more specifically Clark Kent x BlackFem!Reader.

Warning: Arguing, mention of miscarriage, angst.

Summary: After not being in contact for so long, someone decides to make a visit.

A/N: The title has nothing to do with the one short. Oops. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy!😁 below is Y/N’s outfit for the first half.

A long day after helping the team on their mission, Y/N wanted some pizza. It was around 10 p.m. when she decided to leave the tower. Tony was asleep in the chair, Steve was asleep on the couch. Natasha and Bucky were on the floor watching a movie. Thor was rummaging through the refrigerator, he was watching the movie as well but stopped to get some snacks.

Loki was in the library reading a book. Peter was on patrol so that’s why she felt safe with being out so late. “Loki I’m leaving to get some pizza okay?” He closed his book, preparing to stand up.

“Alright, I’m going with you.”

Y/N placed a hand on his chest so he could stay sitting. “ I want to go by myself Loki. I’m going to be perfectly fine, Peter’s patrolling right now.”

Loki sigh trying to push down his overprotective feeling. “Alright, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Y/N hummed kissing his forehead, she then walked to the living. Everyone in their same position except Thor was now back on the floor.

Y/N kissed each of their foreheads, “I’m going to go get some pizza. Anyone wants anything?”

Natasha shook her head,“ No, be careful though. I really want to pause this good movie to save your ass.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing her purse from the hook.

“Bring me back some pizza? I’m rather hungry.” Thor said with his eyes glued to the tv.

“You’re always hungry Thor. Bring me some too. Better yet, why don’t I just come.” Y/N heard shuffling from behind her. She wanted to take a peaceful by herself to get pizza, is that too hard to ask? “No Bucky, I want to go by myself. I can handle it.”

She turns around to see him looking at her hesitantly. “You sure Y/N? I don’t mind coming-”

“I got it, really. Go enjoy the movie Bucky. I’ll be right back.” Y/N cut him off, walking out of the door. Bucky stood there dumbfounded, “Is she acting weird or it’s just me?” He pointed to the door, looking at Natasha and Thor.

“She seems alright with me.” Natasha shrugged and Thor didn’t reply.

Y/N took a deep breath hearing the new york life sparkle in her ears. Taxis coming and going. The roar of the subway beneath Y/N’s feet. Everyone talking but still being able to hear your own conversation.

Lights flashing brightly, babies crying, the homeless constantly asking for money. The smell of 1,000 vendors, many selling gyros. Broadway fans going insane when their favorite cast member walks out of the stage door. People of every race, color, and religion.

“Finally,” Y/N mumbled after a good minute of walking, she arrived at the pizza store on the corner. She ordered and stood in line for 15 minutes then left with 5 boxes of pizza. Stopping at the park, Y/N sat on a bench eating pizza enjoying the night air.

Y/N was happy with life but sometimes a person just wants to be alone. A little part of her misses the old lifestyle she had. Bruce, Barry, Diane, Victor, and Arthur. She missed them so much, especially Clark but he was the last person she wanted to see.

They were old lovers, at one time there wasn't a thing Clark wouldn't do for Y/N. Time skip, Y/N found out she was pregnant but due to stress from Clark, she miscarried. No one knew because of the genuine smile she held on her face. He was probably so caught up with Lois to not notice that she'd been gone for a year now.

She loved Clark, Y/N was his best friend. Lois came into the picture and he dropped everything just for her. Heartbroken, Y/N came to new york searching for happiness. She found it in the avengers who she now calls family.

Today was the anniversary of her baby and she just wanted to be alone. She was alone when it happened so she rather be alone now. Y/N stared off into space not even hearing someone land beside her. You read right, land.

"Y/N?"

The deep voice took her out of her gaze. Y/N turned to see Clark in his superman attire. Shocked, she could barely get anything out. "...Clark??"

Clark's face held worry," Y/N..." Y/N furrow her eyebrow confused cutting him off.

"What are you doing here Clark?"

"I can't come to see you now? Y/N I haven't seen you in months."

"Clark I don't wanna talk about that right now. I want to know how did you know I was here??" Y/N stood up, placing her unfinished pizza in the box. She couldn't even enjoy alone time without being bothered.

"Bruce's been track you this whole time Y/N. Come home, we miss you. I miss you." He reached out for her hands. Surprisingly Y/N let him grab her hands. She shook her head.

"Clark I can't just leave. I have a life and family here. You have Lois now, that's who you need. Not me."

Clark looked down," She left me Y/N. Lois said me being superman was too much."Y/N sigh knowing how to hurt he was. Yes, she was mad at him but sometimes not everything needs a reaction. Keeping it calm, she gave him a hug.

"I'm so sorry Clark, I should've been there for you."

Clark held her close smelling her wonderful smell of lavender. "It's okay Y/N. I know this life is treating you well."

Y/N could feel that it was getting late. "Clark I have to go, but I do have to ask you something." He pulled back glazing into her brown eyes.

"What is it Y/N?"

"Tomorrow evening bring the team to the tower. I want everyone to meet each other. I'll cook! It'll be so much fun."

Clark looked at her with hesitation, "I don't know Y/N.."

Y/N gave him the puppy dog eyes, "Please Clark? You get to see me in a nice outfit." He smiled giving in.

"Oh alright."

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"A little bit of this," Y/N murmured pouring grated cheese on top of the macaroni. She placed it in the oven, closing the door with her butt. Dinner consisted of steak with tarragon mushrooms with a side of macaroni. Y/N had been in the kitchen all day while the team did their overview with Fury for missions they have done.

"Smells amazing in here Y/N! What you make?" Steve's voice came from behind while she grabbed plates out of the cabinet. "Food Steve. You'll see when it's dinner time and if you don't mind, can you help me set the table?"

Steve nodded his head with a smile, "Sure I don't mind Y/N." The two joked around while they set the table. Clark and everyone were to be here in about 20 minutes. When she got home from the park last night, Y/N told the avengers about this evening dinner, and boy it was some weird faces.

She didn't know who was harder to convince, Tony or Steve. Maybe because they had been on the team longer. Once finished Y/N ushered Steve to go get dressed. She was so caught up with finishing the meal, that she didn't check the time. "Fuck!"

It was 10 minutes until Clark and the rest got there. She was nowhere near ready. "Y/N why aren't you ready?" Tony asked in disbelief when he walked into the kitchen. Y/N pulled at her hair.

"I know, I know! I was too caught up in finishing the steaks. Can you watch the food so it won't burn? please?"

Tony sigh,"If that makes you get dressed faster then I'll watch it." He opened the lid, the food smelled amazing. "Yeah hurry up, this smells good. I'm ready to eat."

"Thank you!" She kissed his cheek, rushing past so can get dressed.

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"Y/N they're here!" Steve called up the stairs. Y/N hopped around on one foot trying to put on the other boot. When it finally slid on her foot, she stood in front of a mirror taking a deep breath. She wanted all her favorite people to come together and be her support. To make her forget about the pain she went through a year ago yesterday.

Y/N walked downstairs with all eyes on her. Clark's mouth was agape from how good she looked. "Arthur! Diana! I've missed you guys!" Y/N hugged her with passion.

"Me too. You look beautiful." Diana hugged her back. Y/N moved towards Arthur giving him a hug. "Thank you."

"Yeah you look too good, don't make me have to beat anyone up from looking too hard." Thor snorted which made Arthur glance at him for a second. Y/N moved to Bruce.

"I hope you're doing good Bruce other than Barry getting on your nerves."

"Hey!" Barry said in defense.

"I'm good, just missed having you around."Bruce expressed which kinda shocked Y/N because he wasn't so open. She then gave Victor and Barry a hug. "I've missed you, two knuckleheads, together."

"We've missed you too." Victor smiled.

"What are we eating, it smells so good in here," Barry said excitedly. Y/N laughing gesturing towards the dining table. "We're about to find out, let's eat!"

Everyone cheered a bit sitting at the table, you know they didn't mingle but sat on the opposite side. Y/N walked over to the stove trying to bring the food to the table but Natasha stopped her.

"I got it Y/N, go sit down. You've been on your feet all day, I can bring the food to the table." Natasha grabbed the glass casserole dish out of her hand. She wasn't lying about her feet hurting but Y/N wasn't going to admit it.

Y/N sigh, "Fine, I'm bringing the champagne to the table though." She hurriedly grabbed two bottles of champagne before Natasha could protest. She definitely needed a sip before dealing with two rival heroes.

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There were conversations here and there but most of Y/N. She had all her favorite people in one room. Dinner was running smoothly until...

"So Y/N, Clark told us that you were coming back to stay permanently. I'm excited to have you back." Barry used his knife to cut the steak. Y/N didn't know who to look at crazy him or Clark. She could feel the hard glaze from Bucky.

"What's speedy boy talking about Y/N?" Tony asked tilting his head. Steve sat down his knife.

"Yes please do explain."

"I uh haven't said anything like that. I had planned on visiting, it wasn't official." Y/N scratched her arm out of nervousness from all eyes on her.

"I knew I wasn't going insane. Y/N wasn't going to go back permanently, she's not that crazy." Thor chuckled drinking his champagne.

Victor glanced at him sideways."What's that supposed to mean? Y/N wouldn't be crazy if she came back permanently. That's honestly the perfect decision if she does."

"Guys.." Y/N trailed off but was ignored by everyone. "Y/N is right where she belongs. Do I need to say more?" Loki wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"If she wants to come back permanently then she can. Y/N's only been with you guys for what ? a year? She's been with us forever so you know who she's going to choose." Arthur leaned back in the seat.

"Sure fish boy." Tony let his smart mouth get the best of him. Y/N took a sip of her champagne to calm her nerves.

"Guys..."

She was ignored again. "Y/N is coming with us and that's final. That's the only reason why I came to this wretched place was for her." Clark crossed his arm and Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

"She's not going anywhere with you. I stand on that."

"Barnes right, you think I was going to let her leave with you after what you did? That's really funny." Natasha chugged the rest of her champagne down. Y/N winced at what she said.

"Guys please."

"Does that matter? Y/N is coming whether you like it or not." Bruce said setting his fork down. Diana nodded in agreement.

"I don't have to anything. Just know I'm not going down without a fight?"

"You people are so petty and tiny." Thor laughed using his fingers to indicate how small they were.

"If Y/N doesn't want to leave she isn't going to leave. it's her decision." Steve sat forward in his seat. They were getting louder by the minute.

"She isn't going, you weaklings," Loki growled sitting forward in his seat as well, not taking eyes off Arthur. Both Clark and Bucky held an intense stare.

"We should go few rounds." Tony stood up and so did Bruce.

"Let's do it then Stark."

Y/N chugged down the rest of the champagne. "Stop." The argument between them grew louder. "Stop!" Y/N stood up placing her hands on the table, no one noticed.

She slammed her hands against the table. "STOP! JUST STOP IT!" Everyone stared at her in shock.

"ENOUGH WITH THIS! I brought you altogether because I wanted support. I needed support."Y/N gritted through her teeth, tears welling in her eyes. "The one time I step out, you all can't even put your petty egos aside. I don't care who I'm staying with and I don't fucking know why it's an argument. I just wanted it to be a normal night."

Y/N lips trembled as she cried, "I can't hold on to this no longer. I was pregnant before I left Clark. I lost the baby. I lost it the day I went to find out the gender." Clark squeezed his eyes closed, his heart broke hearing the news. "And I hate myself so much for even letting myself stress so much that I lost it. When it happened I was alone. I didn't have you, Bruce, or Diana. I didn't have no one. I came to New York heartbroken."

She looked at the Avengers, they held a sad face. Natasha's cheeks were coated with tears."You guys mended my broken heart. You made me feel welcome and I don't know how I could ever repay you." Y/N wiped her tears.

"But I can't deal with this between all of you. I'm leaving so you can have your big ego contest."

She slid the chair back, walking to the elevator. "Y/N!" Bucky called for her but she ignored him. "Shit!" Clark curses under his breath getting up from the chair. Tony shook his head at him.

"Leave her be Clark. She probably went up to the roof or to the park for fresh air."

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Y/N sat in the chair at the airport. She was only going out of the country for a couple of days just to clear her mind. Bruce and Tony have been blowing up her phone none stop. She was tired and waiting on her flight to be called. "Ugh, I'm so tired." She mumbled rubbing her temple. She got up going to the bathroom.

It was oddly quiet until she heard panicked screams. "What?" She murmured looking over her shoulder. Parademons were everywhere. Y/N scrambled to grab her phone trying to be quiet. She slid down the wall, covering her mouth trying to contain her breathing so she wouldn't be heard. The vibration from her phone caught one of their attention and she didn't know.

Still scrambling, Y/N declined the call somehow. She knew she was fucked, tears raced down her melanin cheeks as she held her breath. The parademons appeared beside Y/N, one inspected making sure she was the right one. It snatched Y/N up and she screamed.

"CLARK!"

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The two teams were either sitting around or cleaning up. Clark stood in front of the wet dishes drying them off while Bucky cleaned them. He froze hearing Y/N scream in his ears. Diana noticed and instantly spoke up.

"What is Clark? What's wrong?"

"Y/N's been kidnapped."

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Omg, I feel like this is so weird😂😂😂. I am going to make a part 2 I just gotta think about how it's going to go. I have a busy weekend ahead so I won't update until Monday.

Yk i had to make Y/N damsel in distress 😉. Clark is her lover but Bucky does like her. This is kinda a part 2 of Vacation. I love Marvel and DC so why not put them together 😁!

I hope you guys enjoyed this weird post even though the title has nothing to do with the plot of the story, I just couldn't think of anything 😂😂.

Stay slutty my friends 💜

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myimaginesandrp · 3 years

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Stuck with You (Ksj)

Summary: When the run-down elevator in your building breaks down, you find yourself trapped inside with your cute neighbor Seokjin.

Notes: 2k, One Shot, Neighbor!Ksj, N2L, Ksj x reader, fluff, mild angst

Warnings: Mild panic attack caused by claustrophobia [Any further warnings will be added upon request]

A/N: Please be nice this is the first time I write for BTS 🙈 {Also this was 0% Edited. oops}

Cold sweat makes its way down your back as the pads of your fingers nervously press down on the emergency button of the elevator for just about the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. They’re starting to hurt. Maybe not as much as your feet in the stupid shoes you decided to wear today, but they were definitely not this red when you first entered the building. Nevermind that, it’s starting to get ridiculously hot and you’re not entirely sure if the sweat is really from how stuffy it's getting in here, or if your fried nerves are starting to get a hold of you.

You’d told the owner several times that the elevator needed to be fixed, and now your worst nightmare had come true before your very eyes. Not even two seconds in and the sound of screeching and whining metal rang in your ears before the elevator stopped completely, only to leave you in darkness and a pounding heart that was very close to giving out on you. You’d never admit that you were claustrophobic, but with each second that passed, the air entering your lungs seemed to have more and more difficulty finding its way out.

Had you been by yourself, you’d have completely lost it by now, but as luck would have it, the quiet - and much more controlled - breaths beside you told you that you very much weren’t. In your panic you’d nearly forgotten you weren’t alone in the metal death trap you found yourself in. Thinking back to it now, you’d managed to avoid everyone in the lobby until his hand broke through the gap of the elevator just as the doors were closing.

Seokjin, your neighbor who moved in next door almost a year ago, stood about a foot away from you, nowhere near as worried about your current predicament as he probably should've been. In fact if it weren’t for the thin sheen of sweat gracing his forehead, you’d think he was just as content here as if he were at home.

In the short amount of time you’d known him it was more than clear he was a sweet and kind person, not to mention his ridiculous sense of humor and his even more ridiculous good looks. It was unfair really, that someone who looked so perfect was just as beautiful on the inside. His presence now had kept you somewhat sane, for the most part. His kind smile now met your panicked eyes, offering you silent comfort in hopes that it would stop you from banging on the steel again. He approached you slowly, stepping over the grocery bags he’d been carrying when he ran inside. In your pacing back and forth you’re sure that you’d smushed an orange or two into the floor, but you could worry about that later.

His hand finds your shoulder and your breathing suddenly takes a turn for the worse. Not that you didn’t want his touch of course, you’d been crushing on him since the moment you met him walking up the steps of your apartment one cloudy afternoon. You’d craved to be this close to him for a while but given the current circumstances, this was far from any daydream you’d ever ran through your head before.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something?” He began, pulling your attention away from your thoughts. “I have those chocolate bars you like.” He nods towards his bags and you arch your brow at him in confusion. All the blood drains from his face at the confession and he tries his best to backtrack without much success. “I mean- I just. I’ve seen you always grab some at the vending machine near the laundry room. Not that I always watch you. No wait-” A twitch of your lips gets him even more worked up. You watch in awe as his ears turn bright red and his words come out of him louder and faster. If you weren't filled with utter terror at the moment, you'd find it the most adorable thing in the world to see him this flustered. “-I mean N-Not that I was staring! Why would I be staring at you! Sometimes I just happen to pass by when you’re there. Anyone could be there, it’s a public place you know? I just mean that- I…” You shake your head at him to stop his rambling.

“It’s fine Jin” you muster with as much calmness as you could. He was a good distraction, but you were still stuck in a metal cage, dangling who knows how far above the ground. You were definitely gonna start taking the stairs from now on, this was getting to be too much for you. “I just lost my appetite really… I’ll just order something. If we ever get out- ” your voice breaks and before he can stop himself, his arms envelop you in a soft embrace.

“Hey no don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay ______” he coos as you try and fail to control the stream of tears that leave you. You didn’t even know you were crying until he spoke, and now every time you tried to rein them in, more made their way out. “I’m here, you’re not alone.”

Jin wasn’t sure what came over him when he caught a glimpse of you entering the elevator, but he’d never been happier with his decision to run after you. Now as he felt you tremble in his arms, all he wanted was to make the fear go away. To make sure every tear was gone from your soft face and that nothing ever made you feel like this again.

He’s not really sure when he started to like you, but the moment he realized, it hit him like a truck. Maybe it was your kindness towards your elderly neighbor across the hall, or the way he could hear you belting out to your favorite music as you vacuumed your apartment. Or maybe it was because you were just so damn beautiful. With your sparkling eyes and the bright smile you gave him every time he was lucky enough to cross paths with you. He never stood a chance.

He really shouldn’t be feeling like this, like he wanted to keep holding you in his arms every day, to protect you. It made no sense after all, he was nothing but a stranger to you. But with every moment that passed, and every second that you didn’t push him away, something inside him fed hope that perhaps his feelings weren’t as one sided as he’d thought.

“Listen,” he began again hoping to at least distract you. “You heard the maintenance guy not too long ago. The fire department has been called, we’ll be out of here in no time ok?” His voice was calm and soothing, and if it weren't for the fact that his touch sent a fire through your body, you're sure it would've been a cool balm to your nerves. You wipe your face with your sleeves and look up at him.

“I know, I- I just can’t breathe, I hate these things and it’s been too long now… I just-” You cut yourself off at the last minute to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him again.

“I understand ______. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to feel like this okay?” You nod and he reaches a hand to your face to wipe the remnants of a tear from your cheek.

“You know -” he starts again, “ - one time I went fishing with a friend and our boat got stuck a few miles in. Man the fear I felt… I thought we’d be gone by then, but the human body is very resilient….” You listen as he rambles on about his friend and how he’s never taking him fishing again because not only were they stuck in the middle of the sea, but they didn’t manage to catch a single fish. “Could you imagine my handsome face sunburnt? A horrible tragedy if there's ever been one..”

You latch on to his very word for who knows how long, until he’s got you giggling and the fear inside you is all but forgotten. The minutes pass and you don’t even realize that you’re still holding on to him until he reluctantly pulls away to offer you water, not fully letting go of your hand in the process. You both make it to the floor eventually, sitting side by side. He shares stories of his friends and you listen intently, now and again contributing with a comment and he swears your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

It’s almost a whole hour after the elevator stopped that you hear banging from the other side of the doors. Tears spring in your eyes again as you realize your imprisonment is almost over. Jin clears his throat and with a heavy heart you release his hand, knowing your time together is almost at its end too. He gathers his things from the floor and you help him. You’re not sure why you suddenly get so bold, but you let your fingers linger on his a little longer than necessary when you hand him back one of the chocolate bars you liked.

“Here” he says, handing it back to you. “I think you need it a little more than me right now” You chuckle and graciously accept it.

“Thank you Jin. I’d have gone completely mad without your help” He offers you a sweet content smile and your heart leaps, knowing it’s for you.

“Any time_____. Though let’s hope they actually fix this damn thing for once.”

The sounds of the doors being pushed open grow louder and the relief you feel when you start hearing voices outside is indescribable. As soon as you are able to, you pull away from Jin and drag your way out into the bright sunlight you never thought you’d see again. The firefighters help Jin pull you up and out of the elevator, slowly pulling you to the side to tend to your hand.

There’s a small crowd standing by the lobby, watching and shaking their heads as they watch the firemen work. A few of them have less than kind looks for the owner as he stumbles his way in, with disheveled clothes and a distraught look in his eye. You’re offered an oxygen mask and you watch as a few moments later Seokjin is also pulled out to his freedom. He finds you almost immediately and moves his way over to you with nothing but relief in his eyes.

“You okay?” he says as he pulls an oxygen mask to his face.

“Yeah, much better now.”

“I’m glad. You were very brave, you know?” You scoff and he shakes his head. “Now don’t give me that, I'm serious ______. If we’d been stuck in a room full of insects you'd have had to give me cpr.”

“Well let's hope the owner never decides to start a butterfly sanctuary on the roof”

“I would literally move cities” He deadpans and you start to laugh again.

The rest of the afternoon passes by in a blur as the firemen ask you a bunch of health questions. The owner comes by to apologize to the both of you, begging you not to press any charges and only leaving you both alone once you both agreed to. Jin’s hand finds its way to yours again, and this time neither one of you breaks the contact.

After the sun has long left the sky, the lobby is mostly empty save for the maintenance folks who work on the elevator that you never want to spare another glance to. Jin makes to stand.

“Come on _____ let me walk you up to your apartment. With the way the elevator went, I’m not taking any chances with the stairs” You actually let yourself laugh at that and take his outstretched hand to pull yourself up. “Are you hungry?” As if on queue your stomach decides to growl loudly. You throw your hand over your stomach and his face breaks into a huge grin.

“I’m actually starving, now that you mention it'' you admit sheepishly.

“Well I got some dinner waiting to be reheated at home and I wouldn’t mind sharing. What do you say?” He gives you a smile so dazzling, you think you’d melt back into the ground if it weren’t for his steady arm holding on to you.

“I’d love that”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! 💜 [If you liked this please help me out by leaving some feedback on my ask box. It’s always appreciated!]

#seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjin fluff #seokjin fluf #jin fluff #bts imagines #jin fics #bts fics #seokjin fics #seokjin x you

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jay-zzz87 · 3 years

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Prompt: Luz comes back

I feel angsty today so have some hard written angst. I tried not to hold back so if you cry, whoops. Don't worry, there's other stuff at the end.

3 years

It's been 3 years since Luz left the demon realm, and now she's making her way back. Camila was stern on when Luz could return, but after some discussions, she allowed Luz to go back after she graduated. Luz was now 18 and ready to go back to the Boiling Isles. Luz couldn't believe it's been 3 years since she left. She grabbed the key from a drawer in her desk and pressed the eye. The portal unfolded and in she went. Luz felt tears in her eyes as she look to the side to find the owl house. She immediately ran to the front, only to be greeted by the infamous bird tube.

Hooty: LUZ

Luz: HOOTY

Hooty wrapped around Luz and squeezed her a bit too hard. He quickly released her and Luz caught her breath.

Hooty: IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU. WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVERYDAY. I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW. THE COOL THINGS I'VE DONE.

Luz: I can't wait to here all about it but where's Eda and King?

Hooty: THEY'RE INSIDE

Luz swung oppen the door and took a peep inside. The place almost looked abandoned. She walk in and the lights suddenly came on.

Everyone: SURPRISE

Luz screamed. She didn't expect to see everyone in the house.

Luz: Hi everyone. You almost scared me to death.

Eda: Sorry kid, we just wanted to give you a warm welcome.

Luz rushed over to hug everyone. She noticed that all was here except for one person.

Luz: Hey guys, where's Amity.

Willow and Gus looked a each other nervously.

Willow: She's...uh...busy.

Luz: Of course she is. What's she up to?

Willow: She still does abomination magic

Willow looked over at Gus for help.

Gus: She's better at it

Luz could sense something was wrong, but didn't really question it.

Luz: Is there a chance that I could see her

Gus: NO

Luz stared at Gus who just realized he might've made the situation worse.

Willow: She's probably really busy and doesn't want anyone to bother her. You know how she can get.

Luz: I'm sure she wouldn't mind seeing me though?

Willow and Gus forgot how stubborn Luz can somtimes be. Willow gave in and sighed, hoping she wasn't gonna need to deliver the news.

Willow: Look Luz, I didn't wanna say anything because it's not my place but there is something you should know about Amity.

Luz got worried. Really worried. She started thinking of what horrible things could've happened while she was gone.

Luz: What happened to my Amity. DID SHE DIE?

Willow: NO. No. She didn't die. She's just... engaged.

Luz was stunned. Amity? Engaged? HOW? Luz remembered the promise they made before Luz left.

-Flashback-

Amity was sobbing loudly into Luz's chest. She didn't want to let Luz go. She was too scared too. Luz held onto Amity and tried to calm her down. This wasn't easy for any of them, but they knew this would happen eventually.

Luz: Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean this is goodbye forever. I will always be with you and I promise I'll come back.

Amity: But what if something happens. What if you lose feelings and fall for a human. Or what if you get hurt. I don't wanna lose you.

Luz: You won't lose me. I would never fall for someone in the human world. You will always be my cotton candy haired goddess.

Amity looked up to see Luz's golden eyes. Luz pulled Amity into a long passionate kiss. The two girls savored the kiss, for it felt like it would be their last.

Luz: I love you Amity Blight. Nothing will ever change that

Amity: I love you too, Luz Noceda.

Luz: I promise I'll come back

Amity: I promise I'll never love another.

-flash-forward-

Luz couldn't find the strength to move. She was distraught. Did Amity really move on? No. There has to be an explanation. Right? Luz couldn't feel the hot tears falling on the side of her face. Willow felt terrible. She should've never told Luz about Amity. But she was bound to find out eventually.

The welcoming party ended shortly after and everyone went home. Luz laid on the floor in her room. She didn't feel like eating or going outside for the rest of the day. She couldn't even sleep at night. She just stayed awake thinking about Amity. After some time, Luz decided to head into the woods to clear her mind.

Luz walked around the woods and observed the scenery. She picked up a stick and begin to play with. She remembered the time in the woods when she decided to stand in Amity's place as grom queen. Luz immediately dropped the stick like it was burning her hand. She kicked it out of the way and kept moving foward. Luz realized she had no way of getting back but kept walking. She stopped after she heard a twig snap nearby. She grabbed a glyph from her pocket and proceeded cautiously.

Luz: Ok Luz, it's probably nothing. You're ok.

Luz prepared herself. She let out a war cry and threw out a plant glyph. Vines shot out of the paper and captured a young witch by the leg. Luz lit the forest with a light glyph and guided the light towards the witch. Luz stumbled backwards after seeing who the witch was before her. Luz caught Amity Blight.

Amity struggled to get down. She drew a circle and cast fire magic to burn the vines that held her captive. Amity fell to the forest floor. Luz was hesitant in reaching her hand to help the witch. Luz lifted up the witch and they met eye to eye. Amity's eyes widened at the sight before her. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Amity: LUZ?

Luz couldn't do much. She wanted to run away but she knew she couldn't. Luz looked at Amity's finger and sure enough, there was a golden ring present. Before Luz could do or say anything, Amity wrapped her arms around Luz to hug her. Luz didn't know how to respond. There were many mixed signals her. Luz pushed off Amity which left Amity confused.

Luz: Why are you happy to see me?

Amity: What? Why wouldn't I be.

Luz: Because I know you don't love me anymore.

Amity: What? Of course I still love you

Luz: THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS

Luz grabbed Amity's hand with the ring on it and held it up. Amity was shocked to see Luz noticed. But she couldn't hide it.

Amity: Luz, please let me explain.

Luz: EXPLAIN WHAT. You don't love me anymore. I thought you would've kept your promise, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. Either way, I should've known you would've found someone better than me.

Amity: Luz, you don't know the whole story. Just let me explain.

Luz didn't wanna hear it. For all she knew, the situation could've been worse. Luz tried walking away but Amity held onto her arm. Amity cried for Luz to stay.

Amity: Please Luz. Just hear me out.

Luz turned around and faced Amity.

Amity: Thank you. Luz I promise I still love you, but this marriage was not by choice. This was an arranged marriage set up by my parents.

Luz couldn't say anything. She felt bad for yelling at Amity. She let her emotions get the better of her. Luz looked at Amity. She reached out to caress Amity's cheek. Amity leaned against her touch and purred. Luz giggled at the sound the Blight made.

Luz: I missed your purrs.

Amity blushed.

Amity: I missed you.

Luz pulled Amity into a passionate kiss. Luz and Amity's tongues danced as they were hungry for eachother. As they pulled away, Luz whispered into Amity's ear.

Luz: So who were you supposed to marry?

Amity: Boscha.

Luz: WHAT

Amity: I know it's bad, but I'm trying to find a way to escape.

Luz thought for a moment. She knew the perfect way to get Amity out of this.

Luz: I could help you.

Amity: It's no use. My parents hardly let go out and they're always watching me.

Luz: How did you escape this time?

Amity: I had Em cover for me.

Luz: Then lets run. Right now.

Amity: I can't leave Em by herself.

Luz: Then we'll go back for her. Is she allowed to leave?

Amity: She doesn't live with us anymore. So maybe?

Luz: Then we can tell her to leave right?

Amity: I guess. But what if she gets in trouble and gets hurt or something because I'm not there.

Luz: Don't worry. We can work this out.

Amity: Thank you Luz

Luz: Also, why were you in the woods at night?

Amity: I heard you came back

Luz: You really waited for me after all this time?

Amity: Of course I did my love. I promised, didn't I?

Luz smiled and gave Amity a peck on the lips. The two were happy to be in each others arms after 3 years.

#the owl house #amity blight #the owl house amity #luz noceda #luz x amity #lumity #writing prompt

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minahoeshi · 3 years

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to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fic #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #kuroo imagine #kuroo reader insert #kuroo fanfic #kuroo fic #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #nekoma

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i-mybrunettelady · 3 years

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Notebook ask game: Nyra and Aisanne about Almorra Soulkeeper, El about Laranthir

Ty for the ask!! A nice selection :3

Nyra on Almorra

1325 AE: "Should've known. It wasn't a secret exactly, but did I see myself as spy or a scholar? No. I still don't. There's no better place for me than the Vigil (except maybe Seraph but we're too far gone for that, I'd say) but serving under a charr leaves a strange taste in my mouth. Her race took Ascalon from us, left us with a single city we're fighting tooth and nail - I don't want to say claw - to defend and keep. The strange taste also appears when she oversees the exercises. It makes me want to perform well. Since when do I want to impress a charr, me, of the Ascalonian Ainsaph line?"

1332 AE: "Almorra complimented me today. Fucking shit. Okay. I'm fine. I didn't lose my tongue, no, I'm still capable of speech, but Lyssa's sacred slippers, Almorra hugged me today and told the world that I'm her "biggest ray of light." Holy shit, Alysannyra. You're not so bad, and it's not just my opinion, but also Almorra's."

1334 AE: "Her funeral was today. I don't remember the last time I wore Vigil uniform, but today I did because I didn't attend as Commander or Champion or whatever else. I was a Warmaster of the Vigil and they'd buried my General today. Laranthir was quiet and I didn't quite dare approach him at first. He's our general now, but regardless, if I wasn't too late, we'd still have Almorra around. If only I wasn't too late."

Sanne on Almorra

1323 AE: "She calls me Bear cub. I'm Bear's DAUGHTER, not CUB, yet she snickers beneath those greying whiskers and shouts Bear cub when we're not on official business. Most days I'm too tired to correct her, who knew Uncle Forgal was this strict to his recruits (fuck you uncle, sincerely your niece) but otherwise, she's... she's nice. Her claws sting, though."

1325 AE: "I got drunk. Naturally. I didn't fall out of a window this time, but I got drunk and probably puked out my guts on the floor. Doesn't matter. It's Uncle's funeral and if Zhaitan wasn't dead, I would've bashed its ugly head again. I'm a creature of moots, Spirits. But through my hazy memories, I remember Almorra helping me up, telling me I needed fresh air and stood beside me as I sobbed in the snow. It's what my family would've done, if they weren't crying themselves. Raven guide his soul."

1334 AE: "Even Gemma behaved today. Three little feathery warmasters, Almorra had joked, but I didn't find the image of myself with two birds on my shoulders and one on my head funny, not anymore. Commander was there too. She looked at Laranthir like she was sorry. It's not her fault; it's Jormag. The Vigil was quiet. We buried our general today. Nothing will ever be the same again. I just hope someone's there to drag me to fresh air later too."

El on Laranthir

"When we first met, Laranthir came to me with a cat in his arms and asked me if I wanted to pet it. It was a long day, I was tired yet unable to sleep, troubled with thoughts of Cadeyrn in.. a strange way that I'd come to know was the desire to fuck, but I had no idea back then, so I stare at the sky and Laranthir comes and asks me if I wanted to pet a cat because it reminds him of me and he thinks I need a friend.

I'd snickered, but the cat found its way to me regardless and settled on my lap so I found Laranthir and dropped the cat onto his unsuspecting, sleeping body, saying I didn't need friends.

Should I be grateful he never gave up? He was always too kind. He just wanted to fall in love. He just wanted to fight for a better world, yet I knew even then the world was shit. I envied him, in a way. I wanted to keep my desires simple, I wanted them to not burst out of me like anger, but I had no words for that.

Yet, he never gave up. He was the first to congratulate me on reviving Trahearne and pushed nectar in my hands, saying it'll make me feel better. He said he's with Siona and Canach now. Did I deserve Laranthir? Probably not. And yet, he's a great drinking partner. His cat (grandkitten of the cat I'd dropped on him... 20 years ago?) makes sure we're not too drunk. Laranthir is, I feel like, too nice for this world sometimes.

And now he's the Vigil general, on top of everything else. And in grief. Thorns."

#gw2 #ask meme #ty for the ask!#this was fun ngl #alysannyra #aisanne bjornsdottir #elandrin aien

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