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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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you stress me.

HAPPY LOWMAN.

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❝ request by @mrsmarvelous1995: Hey Aurora, I would love you to death if you would write a random prompt nr. 7 with Happy for me 🥰. Pretty please 🥺 🙏

❝ request by @aimkatsz: Oh sorry I think I forgot to put the person haha. Could you do promot number 8 from the 'random prompts' list with Happy Lowman please and thank you 😅

❝ request by anon: Hola cariño! Can I please have from random prompt, 13 with Happy 😃? Gracias preciosa!

❝ prompts: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Please, stop getting shot, it stresses me out”. / “You’re a psychopath”. “I prefer creative”.

❝ words: about 700.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… Take it easy, darling”.

As soon as you step out of your car, Chibs and Jax stop you to let you come inside the clubhouse. Saying that you're furious… isn't exact. It is not enough. You have been working for more than ten hours without having a damn break, and all you wanted was to go home and eat a bowl of Chinese noodles in the bathtub. But, no. Happy had other plans.

“Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?”

The Sons look at each other with lips puckered, evaluating the situation. Maybe. Maybe he could be punched, but you just turn things worse. They finally nod their heads, although not very convinced.

“You should wait till tomorrow. What happens outside the club? We don't care”. Jax opines then, raising his hands from you and tilting his head to the side.

“Ye', take't ease', lass. He didn' wan's to call ye”.

“Of course, he didn't, you Scottish prick”. You grunt before passing them away, carrying the medical kit to heal your crazy husband.

Rubbing your forehead with your free hand, you roll your eyes when Tig welcomes you on the door. But one of your dangerous gazes is enough for him to not say anything, hearing in the background Happy complaining. As his orbs land on yours, he shuts up. You watch him licking his bottom lip, anxious to find any excuse to calm you down.

“Please, stop getting shot, I fucking beg you… It stresses me out”.

You roll your eyes when he pouts at you, trying to feel sorry for him. But you don't. He's an idiot. He has always been. He thinks he's immortal and that there's not a single person insane enough to mess with him. But again, he's wrong. In silence, you kneel near to him, placing the kit on the ground to open it. And you're not going to take care, you're going to punish him.

Grabbing a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the open wound, when Juice puts his hand away with a cloth covered in blood, you squirt the cold liquid straight to it. Happy has to swallow a painful grunt, just to not give you the pleasure, stirring over the leather sofa. Wearing two gloves and holding the tweezers to spill some peroxide on them, you raise your eyes to your husband. He's about to cry for the first time in your relationship. Rolling them, you focus on the next task before he loses more blood.

Slowly, you slide the tweezers inside the wound, slightly opening it, until they touch the metal under his skin. Carefully, you separate both extremes to grip the bullet and pull your hand back from it. Happy doesn't utter a single sound, keeping his abdomen tensed and his gaze away from your fingers, while having another sip of whisky.

It takes you a little more time to stitch him up, being assisted by Chibs to clean as you use the surgical thread to close the small hole. But as soon as you can remove the gloves from your hands and the guys decide to give you some intimacy, you grab your husband's chin to force him to look at you whilst pointing at him with the other forefinger.

“Next time… I'll shoot you twice, you hear me?”

“You're a psychopath”. He breathes through his parted lips, really enjoying that you camouflage your worry and how scared you are behind a threat.

“I prefer creative like you usually say”. Heavily snorting, you sit on the edge of the sofa, leaning your head on his chest. “Just… fucking take care, Hap. It's not th—”.

“Sorry, love”. Your husband interrupts you, placing a weak arm over your back as you slide yours under his neck. “I wanted a little of your attention”.

“You… asshole”. You growl in soft giggles, raising your head looking for his tired eyes. “Don't. Do. That. Again. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, love”.

“And stop calling me love. It's not gonna work this time, Lowman. I'm really angry”.

“Baby”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but hit his shoulder; regretting it the second his laughs turn into a painful complaint.

“You've earned it…”

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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Prompt: Johnny storm was sexually assaulted as a child and they why he overcompensates with sex. The team finding out or sue telling the team

A/N: Hey lovely, i am so so sorry that i've taken ages to write this. I've had a lot going on but i'm finally and slowly but surely getting my requests done for everyone so i can open them back up soon enough. I really appreciate your patience. This is gonna be a really triggering post, so please make sure you pay attention to the warnings before proceeding. I'd also like to take the time to let all of my followers know that if they are upset by any of the topics in this fic that i am always here to talk. I will never judge or turn you away, everyone needs someone to talk to. I have also made up some of the details regarding Johnny and Sue’s parents in this fic.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, talk of sexual abuse/assault in detail, swearing, violence and just all around very triggering. Please be careful when reading if any of the above unsettles, triggers or upsets you.

Word Count: 2,576

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Hold My Hand

After that night, that dreaded night when Johnny Storm was only 10 years old - and Sue, 15 years old - everything changed.

They lost their parents and their entire world came crumbling down, leaving nothing but a gaping hole unable to be filled in its wake.

Unfortunately for young Johnny and Sue Storm, their misfortune continued for many years to come post the loss of their parents and it led them into a miserable life with foster parents that couldn’t have cared any less for them had they actively tried to.

Johnny was always a playful boy, one who enjoyed the simple things such as running through large fields and rolling down hills with sue until they got too dizzy to go again.

However Sue was more of a hang out with her mates kind of kid. Sure she let Johnny tag along now and again and even sacrificed her plans to stick around and look out for him but nothing could have prepared her for the pain that eventually consumed her younger brother.

You see when he first moved into his new foster parents’ home, everything was okay, if you could even say that. But it soon took a turn for the worst one evening when their foster father, Bart had yelled at him for forgetting to wash his hands before dinner.

He went ballistic, unnecessarily so. Sue even tried to intervene, assuring Bart that Johnny would just go and wash his hands that instant but it didn’t work. He banished Johnny to his room, refusing to feed the poor boy.

Once everyone had eaten and gone to bed though, that’s when the real terror began.

He crept into Johnny’s room late at night, slipping underneath the covers of his bed before Johnny finally woke up. He turned over to see Bart staring down at him, the creepiest and most sinister smile plastered across his evil face as he felt his foster father reach his hand down toward his genitals.

“N-no, w-what’re you doing?” Johnny whined, trying his hardest to push the unwanted intrusion away.

For a young boy, Johnny was very clued up about a lot of things, he knew right from wrong and it was all down to his parents and Sue raising him this way. And just like he knew not to cuss or hurt anyone, he knew that what Bart was doing wasn’t right.

“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about behaving like a dirty little boy. If you forget to wash your hands tomorrow before breakfast then i will be forced to teach you another lesson, similar to this one. So make sure to remember, or i can make life for you very miserable”

And just as quickly as he’d appeared in Johnny’s bed, he’d disappeared.

You can still recall the night that Johnny had opened up to you about all of this.

You’d been going back and forth with him for months, enduring his flirtatious ways and even doing some flirting yourself. But even though he’d wink at you and talk to you like you were the only one he was interested in, you’d still catch him doing the same to others.

He was a fuck boy to say the least.

Eventually you told him that if he was going to continue to pursue you then he had to give his promiscuous lifestyle, a decision he made in almost a split second.

He wrote off anyone else and focused all of his attention on you. But as always, you felt as though he was emotionally detached, you just couldn’t get close enough to him and it was becoming a problem. You had tried to talk over breakfast one morning after he had spent the night at yours but he shut down, instead he changed the subject and seduced you.

You were utterly baffled. Why could he never get vulnerable with you, talk about anything deep and meaningful? Why was it always about sex and getting naked without the added emotional nudity. It had made you feel as though all you were to him was a means to an end, a quick fuck to get his end away before leaving to go about his other plans.

However, one night after multiple failed attempts at a conversation with him that didn’t end in sex, you found yourself laying on his huge king sized bed, back arching off of it as he lay in between your legs, lapping at your petal like folds and sucking on your bundle of nerves.

As you came with a frantic cry of his name, he began to kiss his way back up to your tempting lips but before he could even get inside of you, you paused, pushing on his chest to move him off of you.

“Do you even like me?” you asked, brows furrowed in sadness, unsure if you even meant anything more to him than sex.

He seemed extremely hurt at your assumption that his feelings ran no deeper than a fling but still, he answered you with all of the honesty he could muster, he wanted so badly for you to believe him.

“Of course, of course i like you. Where is all of this coming from?” he inquired as he used his index finger to lift your head up, wanting your eyes to meet his so you could see how much he meant every word.

“You never want to talk about other things, every conversation and every meet up always ends in sex. I don’t know, i just.... i just don’t feel wanted by you in the way that i want you”

He couldn’t believe it. Johnny Storm was rendered speechless. He didn’t realise he was so emotionally detached when it came to you because he’d only ever been used to flings. This was new territory for him.

You sat there in silence, both of you just thinking and waiting. Neither one of you were ready to speak again though. So the silence continued.

Johnny mulled over everything in his head, the events of months prior to that night, his courting of you, if you could even call it that. It’s an old fashioned term but it’s what he did. Especially since he never had sex with you until he agreed to give you his undivided attention.

You’d never been the type of woman to sleep around and he knew that, it was abundantly clear the moment he first spoke to you, you had a level of respect for yourself. Sure, one night stands or random hookups weren’t necessarily a bad thing and they still aren’t but you preferred to be involved romantically with the person as opposed to just seeing them casually.

As the silence continued, you decided enough was enough.

“Johnny” you urged, shifting closer to him “what’s holding you back? And don’t say nothing because it’s clearly something”

Your question struck a chord in him as he closed his eyes.

Memories of those years came flooding back.

He had been living with Bart and Mary for a year at one point and he had recently turned 11 years old.

Sue was out with some friends, they had gone to the mall, she even offered Johnny an invitation but he declined. He was too excited to get out into the huge garden being as it was a sunny day.

But before he could exit his room, Bart entered, locking it as soon as he closed the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he muttered viciously, walking around Johnny as he tried to stand tall but it was no use.

“I’m going to play in the garden, sir” he answered confidently, or as confidently as humanly possible for a boy filled to the brim with fear, he even added on a nod for good measure.

“Oh really? But you haven’t washed the dishes from breakfast yet”

“It’s not my turn today, sir, i-”

“How dare you answer back. Mary has done too much for you and your sister lately. It’s high time you pulled your weight. Dishes must be washed before you play. Chores always come first” he scowled, looking down his nose at the young boy. But as he nodded, Bart squatted down in front of him.

“You and i both know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, don’t we?”

His tone was menacing, his stance was predatory. Johnny knew all too well what would happen. Hence the reason why he nodded and shuffled out of the room and down to the kitchen without uttering another word. He washed the dishes, made sure they were gleaming before waiting for Mary to assess the job he had done.

Once she gave the all clear, he was able to play outside but at that point he didn’t want to.

Looking back on his childhood trauma, the pain he suffered at the hands of a callous man, it causes him to think about just why he has avoided a monogamous relationship all of this time.

Maybe it’s because he struggles to trust or open up. Because getting into something serious would only complicate his life and his partners. All of the shit he’s endlessly tormented himself with for years is baggage no woman deserves to carry around too.

All of this is probably why he’s overcompensated with sex. It’s been his way of regaining control of his body after Bart. His way of convincing himself it didn’t happen, that he didn’t endure years of sexual abuse at the hands of his guardian.

“Johnny” you called out once more, in hopes to reach him but still he sat there, staring into space as he shivered.

“I was 10 years old, my parents had just passed away and me and Sue were forced to live with this older married couple. The man, Bart. He hated me, couldn’t stand the sight of me and every time i was in his eye line, he tutted, rolled his eyes or searched for something to pick on me for”

You didn’t dare to speak, instead you showed him the respect he clearly needed by sitting still and listening intently in that moment.

“One night after i was sent off to my room without any dinner, he crept into my bed” you watched his eyes, searched them for any signs of discomfort and the moment they met yours, you placed your hand on his forearm, offering your support.

“You don’t have to tell me th-”

“He touched me....everywhere. Told me that if i were to ever misbehave again then worse things would happen. I had to be extra careful after that night but even then, he wasn’t done with me. He found any excuse to get me alone and do more things. Things that make me sick even now”

“Oh, Johnny” you murmured, closing your eyes as tears fell down your cheeks.

“It continued for years and years until Sue turned 18. She knew all about it eventually when i had confided in her. She did whatever she could to put a stop to it but soon enough we came to the realisation that the only way to truly stop it was to wait until she could become my legal guardian and move out”

The pain in his voice caused your heart to ache uncontrollably, the thought of him enduring that, the thought of a young and lost little boy wishing the days away until he could finally be set free is truly awful.

You can recall the way you gave his arm a gentle squeeze, it was your way of assuring him to take it slow.

“It’s one of the reasons why i’ve slept around so much. It was the only way i could take back the control, the control of my own body and what i wanted to use it for. Instead of having him decide”

And again, in that moment everything made sense. All of the fuck boy antics, all of the endless flirting with you and how everything led to sex. You finally got him, understood him.

“You’re so brave” you hummed your appreciation for your man as you moved to cuddle into him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Johnny didn’t feel brave, not even years after the horrible events that took place whilst he lived with Mary and Bart. He felt weak, hopeless and a coward. He didn’t speak to anyone other than Sue about his torture. For all he knew, Bart could have gone on to do the same thing to other helpless young boys and god only knows he’d get away with it.

But you’ve never called him brave because he got through it, like he always liked to assume. In fact you called him brave because not only did he live through it, but he also grew up and is still coping with it now. It takes a lot of guts and bravery to live with something as difficult as that. Johnny Storm is brave, strong and a man who deserves love like no other.

Following his confession that night, you spent the rest of it wrapping him up in your arms and cuddling until the two of you eventually fell asleep. It was nice for once just opening up to one another all the more, confessing even the silliest of things like all the times you embarrassed yourself in public. But it felt like then you had both become a lot closer.

Now two years on, you’re still together. No more ghosts in your closet to burden either of you or even destroy the solid foundations you’ve built together.

Every now and again, he’ll talk about his struggles and you understand that he only does it because talking and opening up is a huge healer for him.

Sue noticed a drastic change in him after that night too and her only words to you were “thank you” and you can see now looking back in hindsight that she was aware he opened up and she was thankful that you stuck with him and she was thankful that you were supportive.

But how could anyone ever come to leave someone like Johnny? He has always been such a bright burning light in your life, and although the brightest lights hide even the darkest of demons, he was always your lifeline whenever you needed him to be. So you reciprocated, became his lifeline too, held his hand through the wars and covered him with your body to take the bullets. You bared the wounds for him and as a big sister, that’s all Sue ever wanted for her younger brother and also for him to be genuinely care free and happy. You made that come true.

Trauma affects everyone in different ways, this is known to be true and there is no right way of dealing with it. But Johnny should always be extremely proud of himself for how he dealt with it.

One day, Bart will get his comeuppance.

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aelaer · 2 years

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MoM Trailer Discussion

@mckiwiwrites my original post is too long to reblog over and over so I'm just gonna make a new post.

NOTE: There is a toy leak spoiler mentioned in the below text. Do not read any further if you prefer to have no spoilers discovered via toy leaks.

Skimmed over your theories in your post and I'll get a reply out, probably tomorrow or Friday.

I figured the candles were in Kamar-Taj, in one of its locations in the complex.

Re: broken New York City. Yeah you're not the first to compare that visual to the melting scene from What If?, but I think the city we see in the trailer was broken in a different way. I don't think that this is Strange Supreme's universe, but an entirely different one because Strange Supreme's earth was fully blipped out of existence with no detritus left behind. This is full-on destruction and breaking of reality without erasing reality, which is the primary difference.

A raven! I'll take your word for it, I honestly don't know. I read that crows were also connected to magic so it seems that big black birds in general have that going for them x)

I'm not sure if I buy it being Defender Strange, since we know for certain that Stephen loses his Cloak at least once in the film. It's entirely possible, but I think it could easily be any version of Stephen. The belt detail and grey hair are the same across the three that have trailers/toy leaks, from what I've seen.

You're right about it being Christine, another article had a much clearer picture of the scene! I'm honestly delighted that she's not just seen at her wedding and remains friends. (I'm pretty sure the wedding happens closer to the beginning of the film so as to not get in the way of all the action lol.)

I found the toy leak with Gargantos and honestly, it looks *exactly* like Shuma-Gorath in both the toy and the trailer lmao. I'm not gonna link the toy, but look at this and tell me it's not related to Shuma:

Maybe they made Gargantos like, one of Shuma's brood? It'd explain its small size. Gargantos is such a no-name in the Marvel comics, it literally has only two appearances and, more importantly, is just a sea monster. No magic powers. I mean, I know that other minor characters (such as Nic West) have names from comics where they only appeared once or twice, but-- it'd be a waste.

So my thought is that Gargantos is just a code name for leaks, *or* they gave Shuma-Gorath some spawns and took one of the names of a similar-looking creature and gave it to its spawn. Basically I refuse to believe that that thing is on my screen and isn't related to Shuma-Gorath hahahaha. It looks too much like an exact copy of what he is! Including the spikes on his head! :P

#doctor strange #doctor strange 2 #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #shuma gorath

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 5/5 (Final)

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which [name] and amane finally meet in 5:53 at the ferris wheel

Amane was lying down on the grass which seemed like minutes. He managed to grab his phone from the pockets of his cargo pants. “I can still make it...”

He struggled to stand up, holding on to his arm while slowly raising his body. He winced at the pain as he was trying to maintain his balance. Amane dusted off his black shirt and then going back in clutching his bruised arm.

Amane wobbled on each step he takes, he looked like he was about to pass out at any moment. “[name]...” he uttered out. “Please be here...”

The sky was getting darker and he can see that the ferris wheel was glowing at the distance. There are few stars above that are visible to the sight. “[name]...[name]...”

The sun was almost setting and it was almost time he knew that the end will come. Amane was struggling to walk properly to his destiny, his fate that lies to the other side.

He stopped to rest for a while, softly panting as he stands. Amane felt like he was gonna collapse again. The boy took a deep breath and yelled on top of his lungs.

“[name]!”

Amane turned around to check how far he had gotten. If he went even further, he'll lost his track and he may not be able to go home. “[name]...” Amane sounded hopeless, he was almost close but yet why does it seem so far?

It looked like he was chasing the moon because of the distance. The moon whom he'll never reach from the earth he dwells in.

Then, the magic happened.

“Amane-san...?”

The choppy haired boy's amber eyes widened when he heard his name being called. In that instant he felt the rush and anticipation, he knew the owner of the voice that laced with milk and honey.

It was her who called his name from the said ferris wheel.

“Amane-san? Are you there?!”

Amane turned around, still latching on to his injured arm. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a figure of a girl near the ferris wheel.

[name] [surname] his crush and pen pal, turned out to be the girl who kept appearing in his dreams. She was wearing an oversized sweater and a pleated skirt.

Amane's cheeks turned red in color till the tips of his ears. He started to walk faster towards [name], wincing at the pain he felt as he held on to his arm.

[name] runs after him, tears started to overflow from her eyes because of happiness. When the two teens were finally closer to each other, Amane didn't even think twice before pulling the female in his embrace.

[name] tearfully returned the hug as if they knew each other back then and just reunited. Amane slightly pulls away from the hug. “S-Sorry, I've been wanting to hold you like that—” he blushed.

“It's fine.” [name] pulls him back into their hug. Amane pouted while wrapping his arms around [name], she felt really soft to hold and that feeling made him forget that he had a wounded arm from falling off the bike. “I'm glad I got to hear your voice and hug you...”

“I feel the same way, [name]-san.” Amane chuckled. He brushed her hair using his fingers. [name] gave out a soft hum coming from her lips. At that moment she wanted to stay in his arms forever.

The two teens pulled away from each other with a shy grin plastered upon their faces. “Nice to meet you, I'm [name] [surname].” she introduced herself with a soft smile on her face. Amane couldn't deny how cute she looked and how she knows how to tug on his heart strings.

“I'm Amane Yugi, nice to meet you too [name]-san.” Amane tilted his head and grins charmingly at her. The [hair color] haired female averted her gaze as her cheeks grew warm.

“You have nice visuals, Amane-san...” [name] pointed out with a small blush. The choppy haired boy runs his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“What do you mean? You're pretty too, [name].” Amane chuckled. “I mean, I sometimes saw you in my dreams, I don't know what that meant, maybe I was longing for you?”

[name]'s eyes sparkled in mirth, she grabbed Amane's hand and interlaced it with hers. She pointed out the glowing ferris wheel with the stars radiating from the purple sky. “Amane-san, look at the ferris wheel!” she smiled at the boy next to her. “Aren't they pretty?”

Amane glanced at the star studded sky, the glowing ferris wheel and then at [name]. He gave her a soft smile, gripping on to her hand gently. “Yeah, they're really pretty...”

At that moment, the billion of stars and the brightest of skies didn't matter to him. [name]'s existence was already ethereal with him.

“I want to spend time with you, Amane-san, now that we finally met.” [name] smiles back at him. “How about you Amane-san? What do you want?”

Amane swiftly wrapped an arm around [name]'s waist making the latter squeal and placing an hand on his shoulder. Her heart was racing on how close their faces are, [name] thought that his amber eyes reminded her of the crescent moon.

“You.” Amane grins sweetly at the blushing [name]. “You're the one that I want, and everything that I want.”

“I look forward to your letters every week. I can feel my heart racing everytime I hear your voice through my phone. I even traded my free time just to meet you...”

“What I'm trying to say is that....” Amane's voice trailed down in a soft tone as if he became shy all of a sudden. He looked down on his shoes whilst his choppy bangs were covering his whole heating face.

“I like—no—I love you, [name]. Will you go out with me?” Amane confessed, squeezing his eyes shut as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Poor boy he was blushing so hard he can even beat the color of a strawberry. ‘Dammit, why did you confess?’

[name]'s lips quivered, her whole face was heating up, Amane was too much for her heart to function. Chances of your crush liking you back is a miracle. “By any chance was that a confession?”

“I don't know, was it?” Amane murmured with an evident blush on his face. He glanced away from [name] and sighed sadly. “It's fine if you don't like me back, just forget what I said and—”

“[name], I swear to god don't do that or I'm falling for you even more than I should've right now...” Amane warned while covering his blush using the back of his hand. “That's so low...”

[name] interrupted him by pressing her soft lips against his cheek. She pulled away slowly while clasping her hands together in nervousness. “T-That's my answer, I-I l-like you t-too.” she stuttered. “And yes, I-I'll go out with you...”

[name] grinned, her laughs were pure and adorable even with a pretty blush on her face. It felt so...fleeting.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on to her cheek, humming softly on how warm his hand is. Amane places his thumb and index finger between her chin. The two of them got lost in each other's look.

“You don't have to do that you know,” Amane mumbled whilst tilting his head closer aiming for her lips as their noses were brushing against with each other. His amber eyes glanced up to hers. “May I?”

[name] held on to his arm and gave him a small nod. Amane tenderly captures her lips in a sweet yet soft kiss. He pulled away slightly and smiled. “Your lips are warm...”

The [hair color] colored girl's legs wobbled and her eyes swirled on how flustered she is. [name] stammered. “I-I felt like my energy had faded from that—”

“You're too cute,” Amane grins at her state. “Sorry. I kinda want one again.” he pulls her into another kiss just to tease her.

The two of them looked at the ferris wheel once again with their hands locking with each other. “You know, I dreamt about you standing in front of the ferris wheel like this...” Amane mentions. “Just where did you come from...?”

Amane was thankful to the moon and stars that he finally met [name], from all those sleepless nights and daydreams, his dream came true. “Sorry for not replying to you, my phone got broken, I even panicked on how I'll let you know.”

“I came under one dream...” [name] replied. “To build a new tomorrow.”

“It's fine, [name]” he gave her a fond smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently. “Let's cherish what we have now~”

It went from letters to calls then it turned to them holding hands while watching the ferris wheel. These two indeed came together under one dream to build the new tomorrow.

“Will do,”

A new tomorrow with them being together because of the magic blue hour.

“On the boundary between two worlds I want to leave a trace between you and me.”

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fyeahnix · 3 years

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Title: Puppy Love - Part 1 Pairing: Bangalore/Wraith (Voidstrike) Other Characters: None Rating: General Audiences Words: 1875 Prompt: None Other Tags: Cute, Oblivous, Crush, Dogs, Flirting, Friendship Summary: "If Wraith had nothing better to do, she'd be lying under the air conditioning back at her apartment. But here she is out in the eternal Solace summer and misery, sans scarf, in shorts and a tank top ready to start her evening workout routine. ...Or she would have been if she hadn't received the oddest text from Anita. She stares at her phone now, rereading the messages exchanged only an hour ago."

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It's hot as hell out right now. The evening air is humid, a sticky and suffocating mess of sweltering heat, moisture, pollen, and biting insects. And the people? Running around and playing under the setting sun with their kids and pets, some visibly glistening with sweat. It's gross. If Wraith had nothing better to do, she'd be lying under the air conditioning back at her apartment. But here she is out in the eternal Solace summer and misery, sans scarf, in shorts and a tank top ready to start her evening workout routine.

...Or she would have been if she hadn't received the oddest text from Anita. She stares at her phone now, rereading the messages exchanged only an hour ago.

hey

meet me at the park at 6? got someone I want you to meet

Sure?

It's 6:05. She's sitting on the top of a park bench cooking in the heat, and Anita is nowhere to be found. Great. It's a fairly random text as it is, and Wraith doesn't see why Anita needed to meet now. She knows this is Wraith's time to work out.

Who on Solace is this important? Better yet, who is this person at all? A new friend? Couldn't be. Anita's fairly closed-off, doesn't make friends that quickly or easily. Getting comfortable around the other Legends was enough of a chore. Could it be a significant other, girlfriend maybe? Well, she hopes not. The thought tugs her insides. Of course, she'd be happy for Anita, but…

Whatever. It's not that serious. Whoever it is must be important enough for Anita to meet up with Wraith specifically. Wait, was she the only person asked? Anita doesn't normally send group chats, though. But… no one else is here and it's 6:07. Ugh, god, she's thinking too much about this and this weather isn't helping and it's getting harder to breathe with the nervous lump stuck in her throat-

"Hey! Come back here! Sentry!"

Anita?

Wraith turns, eyes widening as a massive black ball barrels towards her at full speed on four legs. She throws her arms up to protect herself as Anita yells again.

"Sentry, sit!"

Nothing knocks into her, and when Wraith lowers her arms, she makes eye contact with a rather large black dog not five feet away from the park bench. It's stopped in its tracks, large ears and tail standing at attention, as its face twists in a confused expression. It bows, butt in the air and tail wagging before lying down in the grass, wet tongue hanging loosely from its mouth.

Anita ambles up to the canine and kneels to clip on the leash that's wrapped around her fist. When she stands, she half-smiles in apology and leans forward with an arm outstretched.

Wraith dismounts the bench to accept the quick hug. The woman smells good, a familiar cologne gracing Wraith's senses. It's better than the heavy stench of outdoor humidity, that's for sure.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. This little knucklehead can't keep still today." Anita unravels the leash twice from her fist, relaxes. She huffs, lifting the hem of her tank top to wipe sweat off her forehead.

"I, uh-" Wraith's eyebrows raise ever-so-slightly at the welcome sight, but she doesn't allow her eyes to linger. "Didn't know you were a dog sitter."

Anita smirks, this time mischievous and lopsided. "That what you think?"

"I suppose. By the way, where is this person I'm supposed to be meeting? Is it a secret girlfriend I don't know about? Gonna pop out from behind a tree somewhere?"

Anita laughs and shakes her head as she kneels next to the dog. "First off, I don't have a girlfriend. Not yet anyway. And secondly, I never said it was a person, Wraith."

"Then- wait. When did you get a dog?"

The animal in question tilts its head at Wraith like it understands and objects to every word she says. Anita pets it, rubs it on the head and coos at it with praise before she responds. It's oddly cute. And very unexpected.

"His name's Sentry. Got him a couple months ago. Didn't wanna spill about it because I wanted some time to get used to him. And I… wanted you to meet him first."

Wraith's belly flutters at the statement. But her out of everyone they know?

She kneels next to Anita and studies the dog. Sentry's much bigger up close than she thought. He's covered in a shiny coat of short fur, solid black all over, and his pointed ears stand at attention, flicking this way and that to take in the sounds of people walking by. His eyes are a nice shade of light brown, intelligent but unfocused on anything in particular. The dog who very nearly knocked her over mere minutes ago lies relaxed in the grass without a care in the world.

"Rescue dog?"

Anita nods half-heartedly. "In a way. Got some people I know back on Gaea. Said some of their dogs failed police training and were up for adoption. This little guy couldn't stay out of trouble."

"Little? Bang, he's huge."

"Yeah, he is," Anita laughs. "First family couldn't handle his size with their kids. Apparently, he grew faster than they could keep up with. Second person couldn't deal with his temperament."

Wraith purses her lips. "Third time's the charm, I'd hope."

"Heh, yeah. It will be. Two months in, and I'm already in love with him. He's almost two. Still actin' like a damn puppy, but, god, I love him," Anita sighs, exhales, and Wraith's heart tugs at the pure emotion emanating from the woman's voice.

Wraith sits on the edge of the bench, crossing her legs. "Didn't quite take you for an animal lover."

"I think that's a stretch," Anita chuckles. "We had dogs growing up when I was a kid. Military household. Strict but fair. But… we all let our guards down for the pups." Anita moves to sit next to Wraith, leans forward to rest her arms on her knees. She stares out into the park, watching crowds of people bask in what's left of the sun. Sentry gets up as well and lies back down in front of her, panting. She loosens the leash again. "We had two of 'em.

"Two big boys. Angelo was a mutt. Probably an Australian Cattle Dog and Great Dane mix from what we could tell, maybe a little Pit in 'im, too. Loyal as hell. Healthy dog. Ghost was a German Shepherd. Same as this boy." She nods towards Sentry. "Pure white. A bit of a troublemaker, if anything, but still good. Me and Ghost… same age. Inseparable." She pauses, laughs a little, wistful. "I had a connection with that dog. Still do on some level. He died old, when we were fourteen. Right before my bro-"

She stops and scrunches her nose, screws her eyes shut for two seconds. "You know what? Nevermind. Not important."

Wraith doesn't know what to say. Anita doesn't make eye contact. Whatever she hesitated mentioning must have been too personal to share. Understandable.

"Anyway. I'm glad I brought him home. He means a lot to me. And I'm… glad you met him, too."

Why her, though? Sure, they're friends, have hung out plenty. They've had rounds at the firing range before matches, developed duos tactics together, gone out for celebratory dinner after wins and whatnot. She's sure Anita's done that with… everyone, right?

She can't imagine she's any more or less of a friend to Anita than any of the other Legends. Anita and Witt talk frequently enough. She and Ajay also hang out sometimes. Hell, she's even gotten drinks with Octavio when he can sit down for long enough. Why Wraith?

When Wraith shifts in her seat, Sentry focuses on her, rising to walk towards her. His tail wags behind him as he drags his wet, leathery nose across her arms and over her thighs. He shakes, tail flailing even harder. She can't help but crack a small smile and hover a hand over his head, which he sniffs enthusiastically.

"You can pet him if you want. Promise he won't bite," Anita says.

Wraith nods and lowers her hand to Sentry's head. She rubs him, scratches him on the forehead and behind the ears with short nails. His tail calms, and he shuts his eyes as he sits back on his haunches.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?"

He nods, tongue lolling as if agreeing as she rubs both ears with her hands.

Wraith smiles and turns to Anita. "Not to brag, but I think he might actually like me."

"Heh. Guess that makes two of us."

Wraith raises an eyebrow. She stops petting Sentry, and he whines, nudging her arm. The comment is slick and unexpected, typical Anita, but…

"I-"

"You, uh- you busy tomorrow? Thought maybe we could grab coffee or lunch or something."

That's why.

Wraith chuckles and smiles as her cheeks burn at the Voices from the Void. She gives Sentry a few thorough rubs on his cheeks. "I… actually am-"

Anita wipes a stray bead of sweat from her temple. "Oh. Well don't worry about it. Maybe some other-"

"-But. Let me… clear my schedule. I don't think it'll be a huge deal to move some meetings around tomorrow. Maybe you can bring Sentry along."

Anita finally turns to gaze at her. There's a subtle smirk gracing her features, that usual Bangalore bravado emanating from her. It's attractive, no lie.

"All right, I got you. I got a couple places in mind."

"Looking forward to it."

Anita rubs the back of her head with her leash hand as she lets out a short laugh and stands. "Well, I won't keep you. I gotta give this boy a walk so we can get out of this heat."

Sentry whines then barks once. Loud boy.

Wraith rubs him for the last time before she stands too. "Yeah, I better get to my workout. See you tomorrow?"

Anita opens up for another hug, which Wraith gladly accepts. "Yeah. I'll text you later."

This hug's tighter than the last, sets Wraith on edge a bit, but she doesn't want to pull away. Anita's bare, muscular arm feels good wrapped around her shoulders, her body warm in a way that stamps out the suffocating humidity. She can get used to this.

When the woman pulls away, she salutes Wraith and tugs on Sentry's leash to lead him away.

...Okay, so maybe Wraith's a little excited about tomorrow. And maybe she's been looking at Anita a bit… differently lately. It's nothing bad, right? The woman's tall and attractive and her personality is the type to simultaneously make Wraith roll her eyes and draw her in. She's charming, alluring, knowledgeable, helpful, and ten thousand other words Wraith can substitute. It'd be foolish to not give this a chance, wouldn't it?

She bites her lip, clutching her phone in her hand as she watches Anita fade into the distance. She needs to go workout and focus, but that'll be hard waiting in anticipation of tomorrow's lunch date. She doesn't think she'll sleep well tonight, if at all actually, but she'll certainly try, Solace heat be damned.

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magpiemorality · 4 years

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"I like that you make me laugh so much my cheeks hurt." With moceit, maybe? 💛💙 (I'm sorry if I'm sending in too many prompts, the earlier post you reblogged suggested that you didn't mind people prompting twice but I don't know what an acceptable number is and I probably went way over and I promise I won't be upset if you don't do them all)

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Warnings: Mental health, implied depression, implied bad family situation, crying. I swear this is fluffy!!

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“Bad day?” Patton asked gently when he got in to find Del huddled on the couch in front of reruns of Avatar: The Last Airbender. His fiance nodded from the blanket nest he’d created, glancing briefly, guiltily, at him. Well that just would not do! Mission: End The Day Better Than It Started had to be put into motion, for the first time in a couple weeks, which was amazing progress if you asked Patton but a total catastrophe if you asked Delaney.

Luckily (because Patton was determined at all costs to look on the bright side) the frequency with which Mission: ETDBTIS- the acronym was a work in progress- had to be put to use meant he was well versed in what to do to best help and support his dear Del. Sometimes the exact angle differed, depending on whether it was a Bad Work Day, a Bad Head Day or a Bad Family Day. But Patton knew Del hadn’t had to speak to his family yet this week, nor had he been on shift that day, so that left the way clear for Mission ETDBTIS: Mental Health Edition.

Part one went a little something like this:

- First he ran the bath upstairs, pouring in a little bit of the lavender oil and some bubbles for added fun;- Next he brought out the face masks, nail kit and the rest of their generous home spa supplies just in case;- Then he ran downstairs to find the matches so he could light as many candles as he could find for the atmosphere;- Lastly he found their fluffiest towel and Del’s pyjama pants, dressing gown and bed socks and shoved them into the tumble dryer so they’d bee warm and fluffy when he was ready to get out.

Well, the actual last step was coaxing his fiance from his hideaway, but Del was by now well-trained enough to just go along with it when Patton gave him his best winning smile and fluttered his eyelashes, even as caught up in his head as he was.

And then onto part two; profit! Patton got to pamper Delaney silly, massaging his head and sorting out the face mask so Del could relax and doze in the warm, scented water and dark light as Patton played around with his nails. One hand was always easier than the other, but it was the attention that mattered more than the outcome, and it was worth it to see the boneless, relaxed way Del stepped out into the towel, snuggling in with a tiny hum.

Part three was Patton’s personal favourite. He whipped on a quick change of bedding in their room and transferred the candles while Del got dry and ready for bed, and then came cuddles and love.

“I know your head must be full of nasty things right now sweetheart, so I’m gonna try and drown them out, okay?” Patton murmured, spooning up against Del’s back. “Because you’re beautiful, and you’re wanted, and you’re loved. So loved. I like that you make me laugh so much my cheeks hurt. I like that your smiles feel like you’re handing me bouquets of flowers each time. I like, no I love that you let me take care of you when you need me to, because it makes me feel so good too. I love that-”

“I love you,” Del croaked, turning over in his arms and smiling wetly at Patton. “So much. Pat-” His voice shook and he hugged his fiance tightly. Patton hushed him soothingly and stroked the back of his head as he worked through the outburst.

When Del finally cried himself out- and also to sleep- Patton gave him a kiss on the forehead, disentangling for a moment to blow out the candles before settling back into place. There really was no place he’d rather be.

“I love you too,” he whispered into the darkness, and fell asleep dreaming of a better tomorrow.

Mission success.

#valensides prompts #writepie #moceit #ts patton #ts deceit #another moceit prompt woo #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides #tw mental health #tw depression #tw family issues #tw crying

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