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kalims · 1 year

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— MALLEUS DRACONIA | red

or, malleus forgets to tell you that his grandmother is coming (only remembering the day she does) and you immediately have an inner crisis.

wc. 792 words

note. hey guys, I guess thats it

"my grandmother—" he paused. "she is visiting today,"

you promptly choke on the tea like you would with one of lilia's homemade 'fruit shake' that he'd mistaken salt for sugar, and apparently added eggs for more flavor. midst your heaping coughing session—with familiar care malleus' face scrunches up in concern. he places a hand over your spine, like it's honestly gonna relieve the sting in your throat.

as patient as ever he waits calmly till you've finished losing your voice. "are you all right, beastie?" he asks.

beastie. you didn't know exactly when he'd started calling you that. you supposed it had already happened before you fully realized it on your own. strangely enough it oddly feels more affectionate compared to his old 'child of man' though you do admit it was better with 'my'.

well the old one did hold some sentimental value. you never did let go of his tsunotaro nickname, no matter how much sebek yelled, and bemoaned over.

malleus didn't mind. he liked it as well.

your face shifts into a deadpan, rubbing your poor throat. at the very least he could have told you that after you'd finished gulping down that damned water! "given how I almost died—no." you answer curtly, voice wavering several times. to be met with a confused stare.

"but you are alive and well," he expresses the obvious. politely leaving his arms hanging by his sides uselessly. as much as he'd like to keep his hands on you he supposes he'd be stepping over boundaries and possibly making you uncomfortable. and malleus would hate it if it turned out like that.

"oh malleus, dear. you don't get it,"

the new endearment term causes warmth to bloom in his chest, his lips twitch to a small smile and he fights the urge to just cradle you in the palm of his hand—cherish you, and hide you away from everyone else.

because malleus believes no one would love you like he ever does.

"what do you mean? get what?"

"nothing,"

"how would I get nothing? It must be something,"

if you did answer his statement you know it would just keep going, into malleus not understanding once again. but you suppose it's what makes him lovable, despite the contrast of what you are thinking (his large frame, and his refined features you could spend a decade staring at) he's like a child with an innocence that not a lot of people have.

he is very genuine.

you should stop thinking about it lest you fall deeper.

"nevermind that. your grandmother? hello?" you flail your arms around. hitting malleus once but he doesn't even flinch.

"hello. it seems like I forgot to tell you."

ignoring the greeting in the beginning that probably responded to your hello that wasn't even meant to be one. you huff. seriously? it seems my ass,, it would've been nice, great even! if he told you days prior to her arrival. and not like.. hours before she does.

never did you expect to be introduced to someone's family member. based off the countless books you stuck your nose in, in general it's very,,, intimate? to be fair it's a very big step and you can't say you're ready for it.

what if she doesn't like you? you're literally this,,, human that doesn't have any strong titles or anything. just plain, boring and ordinary. you're only granted the privilege to be this close with malleus since you're only really the first person to show him kindness besides the people that grew up with him.

if it were someone else, would they be standing in your position right now? would they be the one being introduced into a slimmer of his personal life?

so you've heard. she is a very popular person, strong but kind. rough around the edges but she was a leader that briar valley needed. sebek often boasted about her. definitely not in the same tone that he uses with malleus but respect from sebek might as well be winning 1st place in a competition with thousands of other participants.

you aren't even scraping the surface of how hard it is to get it.

probably sensing your inner turmoil, and seeing the troubled look on your face malleus subconsciously leans in. to provide comfort, to become a shoulder you'd lean in without the royalty-commoner thing separating you two.

the look in his eyes softens. "what's wrong?" he asks you sincerely.

yeah what is wrong? it's not like you're in any place to care about her opinion anyways.. not at all.. you think stubbornly, sweatdropping at the amount of thoughts screeching about first impressions.

if you meet her then at the very least—you don't want her to hate you. because hating you means relaying the flaws she saw to malleus, then swaying him that you weren't worth it, then next thing you know you lost him.

I am totally calm. you think, not hearing his words.

malleus opens his mouth. closing it, opening it then repeat for a goon ten seconds. it's rare to see him pondering about what to say.

"you look like a fish." you say.

he wonders how you could be so calm when you looked close to walking out a second ago.

"that's impossible." he responds.

then there's silence. just comfortable silence that two people whose relationship peaked to achieve it have.

"don't worry. whatever she thinks, I still—you still will be my child of man." my grandmother. she certainly would have something to say of you.

but she once said that love is unexpected. sometimes it happens the least you expect it, it's unforgettable and it conquers everything else. if your love is strong then nothing will break it. she had told him, and if it were really true. he's sure his love for you knows no bounds.

warmth presses itself to your heart, it travels up to your brain till it forces it to make you smile. "thanks."

you put up an awkward thumbs up. "you'd be my tsunotaro forever too."

he smiles.

for you forever doesn't exist, to him it does.

a selfish part of him just wants you to stay with him till destiny's time is up. and if you want he'll give it right to you. for now he won't make the decision that isn't his right to. your mortality is a problem but no matter how much he wants to get rid of him it's not his choice.

he hopes your love for him is as strong as the one he has for you. but then again, he doesn't believe that the love he has for you is stronger than anyone else.

yes. he has all the time in the world to love you

note. even for just a sec it was really nice to write this. gasp, is this a calling for me?

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letstripdotcom · 3 months

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daylight- chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris has caused enough trouble at somerville high school to where the teachers have had enough. they give him the choice of either failing him to where he won’t graduate on time or pairing him side by side with the little miss perfect of his school.

warnings: language, suggestive

Chris’s pov:

“chris this can not keep happening” my counselor scolded, typing something into her computer. i slouched back into my chair and rolled my eyes.

“can you please calm down it’s gonna be fine. i’m not a child.” i growled. “if you don’t want to get treated like a child, christopher, don’t act like one. your actions have consequences”

“actions, consequences, blah blah blah. i’ve heard it all. i don’t care about the detentions, the suspensions, i don’t care about any of that. fuck it! expel me for all i care!” i yelled.

“i’m not gonna expel you chris, and i’m not doing anything else” she paused. “but you need someone keeping an eye on you at all times, just in case. so i’m gonna assign a student of my choice, and they’re gonna be with you the entire time you’re here”

“no fucking way!” i scolded. “you’re not gonna get me some babysitter no way in hell.” she stared at me. “you don’t have a choice, christopher. you’ve gone way too far”

“and what are you going to do if i refuse?” i contested her.

“i guess i’ll just fail you, and you won’t graduate the rest of your class.” she shrugged “no fucking way! what about my brothers?” i stood up. “language christopher! and your brothers aren’t the ones causing trouble here!”

“fuck this! i’m leaving” i grumbled accepting my defeat “your new friend and i will see you tomorrow christopher!” she called. i turned around to look at her “you may make me do this but i’m not gonna be friends with anyone” “have a good day christopher!”

i stormed out of the counselors office and went back to class. i sat in my classroom all day wondering who she could possibly pick to be my ‘friend’ for god knows how long.

i examined every person surrounding me. i imagined what the rest of the school year would be like with each person. whoever it was, i wasn’t excited. i went home for the day, dreading my return tomorrow.

the next day, i was in 1st period when i heard my name over the loud speaker. “christopher sturniolo to the counselors office please” i made my way down the hall and into the office. when i got there i was greeted by the one and only y/n, y/l/n.

no. fucking. way.

“hey chris! i’m y/n” she held out her hand. i did the nice thing and shook it because she’s y/n, why wouldn’t i. y/n was insanely smart, too smart. and she was a perfectionist. she got all a’s, her clothes were pink and perfect, her hair didn’t have a single fly away, let alone split end, and she was the kindest person to ever exist.

she couldn’t say a negative thing about anyone. even when someone was rude to her she would just smile and nod. i don’t know how she took it, but she did. but it’s not like people were often rude to her. evryone loved her. but she didn’t have a designated ‘friend group’ it’s like she liked everyone but loved no one.

she was also gorgeous. everything about her was perfect. her perfect cheerleader physique, her thick but tamed hair her perfect teeth, creating a perfect smile. everything about her was amazing.

she cleared her throat, breaking me out of my thoughts. “well chris, are you ready to head back to class?” she asked. “y-yeah let’s go” we started walking down the hall back to my first period. “so are you just taking all my classes now?” i questioned.

“no actually, i just attend your classes with you, and i complete mine online.” she explained. i nodded. we entered my first hour with her behind me. everyone watched as she took a seat in the desk next to mine, opening her laptop. we continued the rest of the day like this.

y/n’s pov

walking around with chris all day was miserable. i know i’m good at faking a nice persona, but with someone like him it’s hard. he has no manners, no decency and no brain at all. it’s like trying to teach math to an animal. you just can’t do it.

the next day was exactly the same

i sighed as he tapped on my shoulder for the 12th time this morning. “can i help you chris” i turned to face him. “i don’t get this problem” i rolled my eyes “chris this is the same as the last 10! what do you not understand”

“sorry!” he huffed i rolled my eyes and assisted him. “i’m not here to be your personal recourse, i’m here because you can’t act like a fucking human, don’t forget” i turned back to what i was doing. “k” was all he said. no way could i deal with this any longer.

“you know y/n you’re not as nice as you pretend to be are you” he questioned. “why would i be nice to you?” i bit back. “i didn’t choose to be your fucking babysitter and it’s not my fault you’re so fucking childish.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded his head. “yeah ok” he grumbled. i couldn’t help but recognize how hot he looked when he was mad. i may not like his attitude, but i’m not blind. chris is very attractive.

“you know chris you would be really hot if you weren’t such a dick”

and that’s how i ended up on my knees in chris sturniolos bedroom as he stood in front of me, the both of us completely naked.

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part one tehehehe🤗

can’t wait for shit to get good

also short chapter but just you wait 😏

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unknown-lab · 1 year

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What is Love?

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cheating

Have you ever once in your life, regardless if you're single or in a relationship, wondered... What love is? How do you get it? What should you do to maintain the love you're having for another person? Throughout my experience, there's one thing for sure.

Love is something that fades easily, only when you're with the wrong person.

The night of our 5th Anniversary.

Food? Done. Table? Well-prepared. Candles? All up. Dress? Gorgeous. Lights? Perfect. Everything, every single detail was not left out. Time was tick-tocking as I was admiring what I had done for the past 5 hours. For him, for us. The only flaw I'm having right now is the empty spot in front of me. It should be occupied 1 hour ago.

I waited

And waited

And waited...

Ah... It's 10 pm now. The candles are all out. The room darkened, and there were only 2 dim lights on top of me. He's a busy man, I guess he'd forgotten about this already. Alright then, there's no sign of his return, I might as well start cleaning up. Although I haven't touched anything on the table, I don't feel hungry. Maybe because I don't have the every to be hungry now.

Front door opens

I was already done with the cleaning. I turned to him, and our eyes met. He looks tired too. I don't want to stress him out further, so I just gave him a smile and turned away, walking toward our bed. It's like he could read my mind, he didn't say anything, he just went into the bathroom and took a shower.

He lies down next to me, both of us turning to the opposite side. He's still next to me, and he smells nice. The scent is different from the shampoo we have in our bathroom. I wonder where did he get it from. I was deep in thought until he broke the silence.

"Sign the papers tomorrow."

Hmm? What papers? Never mind, I'll just ask him tomorrow. I don't know why, I feel more tired than usual tonight.

Oh.

Wow.

This escalated... rather quickly... Dazai. Well, I did expect this to happen sooner or later. I was reading through the divorce papers, making nothing is missed out. Everything right now was peaceful. No quarrels, no fights, just two grown adults doing what adults should be doing.

"I was with her last night. I had been by her side for about half a year, and we're planning to make that official. Hopefully, you would understand." He broke the silence, once again. There weren't any expectations heard from his monotone voice. It's like this is just a procedure to him.

Obviously, I kept quiet. I didn't raise my head to look at him, just the files. They are the only thing I have now. I signed the papers and passed them to him. I went to pack my belongings, making sure to bring everything I had with me. While he's just there, sitting on the couch texting her.

Everything is now at the doorstep, ready to go. For the first time in so long, he showed kindness. He put my luggage into the boot. For a split second, seeing him in his suit made my heart skip a beat. How long has he not worn that? It was the one I bought for him on our 1st anniversary. And I know for sure, it's his favourite.

"You can go now, I'll deal with the papers myself. Nothing will go wrong." This is more of an assurance to himself than to me.

"Did you know what day was yesterday?" I looked at him, unfiltered words just came out of my mouth.

"Yeah. It was our 5th Anniversary." He said nonchalantly.

Out of all the things I've thought of, this was the last of all that I could possibly expect. I was expecting a no, regardless he was lying or not. The fact that he knew everything, he knew I was waiting for him, he knew he had to come back, he knew it was our anniversary. This is the trigger that is preparing to fire.

"Then why were you absent?"

"She said wanted me to stay with her."

I could imagine the girl in her sweet voice, holding his hand or hugging him tightly. Begging him to stay with her, just to ruin our moment.

Bravo. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes, slowly rolling down my cheek. Through the blurry vision, I saw a young man in his favourite suit, running towards me. He hugged me and said:

"It's alright, I'd do anything if it's for you."

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marvelsmarauder · 2 years

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poly!marauders x fem!werewolf!reader inspired by this tiktok summary: After a argument with the marauders about your choice of friends, things are misunderstood. On a full moon, while Remus is transforming, the marauders find out the only secret their girlfriend has. Unfortunately on that particular night Remus loses control. warnings: bad words/cussing, jealousy, angst, fluff, BAD LANGUAGE/NOT PROOF READ

A/N: I hate this so much lmao. I've had this in my drafts and wanted to post it because it was swirling in my head since forever.

You have known the marauders since your first arrival at the train station in 1st year and have been dating three of them since 4th year. However you always had a feeling that they were hiding something from you. You didn’t blame them at first, since you weren’t as close with them like how they were to each other, you had your own group of friends. To the displeasure of your current boyfriends those friends were still in your life and none other than the Slytherin’s they hated the most. But also because you had your own little secret. Sirius, James and Remus were just horrible at being subtle about theirs. Over the years your relationship blossomed into what it is today but the little voice in the back of your mind kept nagging at you that they still didn’t trust you enough to tell you their big secret.

You ignored it. The insecure thoughts and harsh words directed at yourself were always locked up in a dark place that you rarely paid attention to. Today something was different. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t say anything, but today you felt extra sensitive than usually. It was nothing new to your boyfriends that you were grumpy at times, especially during those days of the month were you were bleeding in uncomfortable areas, so they didn’t talk to you about it. Still something was making you feel frustrated. Maybe it was the constant whispering the boys had been doing since yesterday. Maybe it was the disappearing together without even acknowledging you or it could be that Remus was always the first to leave. Remus, who always is the sweetest of you all and the best care giver you have ever met. It seemed that that Remus was hell bound on avoiding you and in doing so keeping the other two also out of your reach. You are sitting next to Regulus and Evan during breakfast and chatting with your friends. You are distracted by the book Regulus is telling you about that you don’t notice your boyfriends walking into the great hall. You don’t notice the jealous eyes that settle on you and sure as hell are oblivious to the pair of eyes that look at your direction, more likely to Regulus, with anger you would be afraid of. Sirius was purposefully sitting with his back turned to the Slytherin table and eating his food while chatting with James about quidditch so that the latter wouldn’t look at you every few seconds. He tried to include Remus in their conversation but the tall boy just growled at them and kept glaring at the younger Black, who was way too close to you in his opinion. Today would be the full moon of this month and Remus was being restless and more animal than himself this time. They all knew that tonight would be one of the harder cycles. Hopefully everything would go as smooth as possible. When Remus heard you laugh at something that Rosier said he abruptly stood up and left the hall. His two boyfriends looked at him warily when he stood up and followed him as soon as he took off. You laughed at something Evan had said when you heard Sirius’s voice “Remus, WAIT.” and looked over to the Gryffindor table, just seeing Remus’ frame disappearing from your sight as he left trough the big double doors. You watched as Sirius immediately rushed after the tall boy met James eyes who frowned and left soon after the other two. You felt as if someone had stabbed a blade trough your chest and set it on fire. What the hell was going on? Excusing yourself from your friends you stood up and made your way to the Gryffindor tower, the worried eyes of a younger Black brother following your figure till you disappeared from his view.

Your pace was quick as you walked trough the halls of Hogwarts, climbed up the stairs and said the password which gave you permission to enter the Gryffindor common room. When you didn’t see your boyfriends anywhere you quickly made your way up to the boys dormitory's.

Before you could knock on the door you hear your boyfriends shouting at each other, which greatly surprised you, seeing as the boys never fought and the doors should be charmed to not let any noise. Then you saw that the door is ajar. “WELL I DIDN’T TELL HER TO FLIRT WITH EVERYONE THAT HAS A DICK BETWEEN THEIR LEGS, DID I ?!” Remus’ shouting made you stop your hand that was about to push open the door. It broke your heart to hear what your boyfriend said about you. You knew that the boys didn’t much like your friends, however they’ve never acted out this much. You didn’t notice the tears that were falling down you cheeks, when suddenly your whole composure changed and you were fuming with anger. They had no right to talk about you like that when they had been nothing but distant and ignorant towards you. You slammed open the door and all heads snapped to you. James’ eyes widened at your tears but when he saw the anger in your eyes he decided it would be better not to point them out nor to walk up to you.

“You selfish git, you have no right to speak about me like that. What is you bloody problem, Lupin?!” you spat at him, a fire burning in your eyes. You were heartbroken and felt betrayed. You had every right to feel like shit, but you wanted to know what the cause of all of this was.

“I will tell you what my bloody problem is. You, eye fuckin’ those nasty Slytherin's. Why do you not ask them to just shag you, or maybe you have already-” Remus’ harsh words were cut off by you slapping his cheek. His head snapped to the right and it was dead silent. “y/n, he didn’ mean it. He-” Sirius attempt at cooling down the situation was also cut off this time by you speaking up. You were glaring at Remus with more tears streaming down your face, he wasn’t looking at you, he has not moved his head yet, frozen in place they all listen to what you say. “I have no idea what is going on with you these days, but you have no right to be jealous nor talking shit about me, when you have done nothing but avoid me and be distant. I don’t even remember the last time you talked to me other than insulting me now.. Whatever the hell you boys are keeping secret is destroying this relationship and I’m not up for it. This is nothing but toxic, I don’t even know if we should keep this up.” Remus snapped his eyes up at your words and the crack I n your voice at the end. When he saw how much hurt swirled in your eyes he immediately regretted what he said, but it was too late now. Before he could even say something you stormed out of the room and into your own shared dorm. It had been a couple of hours later, fortunately it was a Saturday and so you did not need to attend any classes, you had barricaded yourself in your bed with the curtains around the furniture drawn closed. Your roommates were checking in on you every hour but you shut them down quickly. Was it over now? Sure, you were the one who said those things but did you really mean them ? You loved the boys, more than anything but wouldn’t it be a mistake if you kept secrets from each other and then ended up fighting? So many questions swirling in your head that you could find no answers to. It was getting dark and it was when Dory, your roommate, shook you awake that you realized how late it was, you had fallen asleep after all the crying. You looked out of the window, that showed the view over the castle grounds and behind the walls, the moon was only starting to get up while the last sun rays made it over the surface. You quickly grabbed the potion that had been gifted to you last month by Severus. Another Slytherin friend, whom you’ve known before attending Hogwarts. Rushing down the stairs you made it out trough a hidden passage way that led you into the center of the forbidden forest. You downed the potion that helped you stay in control of your transformation and delayed the full moons attention. You had been a Lycanthrope since you were a baby, a mistake of your uncle that isn’t talked about, and you’ve gotten used to the transformation by the time that you were seven years old. Yes, it was immensely painful but as a kid who has been going trough the transition since the age of 8 months you didn’t know any better. You thought it was just something everyone went trough so you gave yourself to the pain and every time you did it the better you got with control and the pain.

A few more transitions later and you were completely control of your transformation. You are now able to transform at any time you wish on a full moon night and how often or long you wanted to. You still had to transform if you didn’t do it on your own your body forced you to but that happened rarely, you found joy while running through the woods.

You could also stay in your half transitioned form for longer than usual which saved your life a few times.

The moon was finally at its apex when you heard something rustle somewhere in the forest. Your hearing was now quite enhanced that you could almost hear the merpeople in the black lake singing to each other. You supposed that the noises came from the whomping willow and payed it no mind. You decided that you should transform and get it over with when you heard a scream and howl while you were mid transformation. Transforming fully, you began to sprint in the direction of the restless tree. When you arrived you could hear a fight going on under the tree. Or more like someone struggling with something. When you heard another painful cry your eyes widened at the familiar voice who was trying to talk to someone. Keyword: trying. “REMUS LISTEN, YOU NEED TO STOP!! JAMES, get away!” you quickly found a whole near the roots of the whomping willow. Your small thin werewolf appearance could easily dodge the the trees whipping branches and slipped trough the whole. Under the tree was a small cabin. You didn’t know who would build something in such a dangerous place. You walked into another room- a bedroom- and froze on your spot. What you saw made your heart race- It all made sense now. You saw Remus also mid transition, clearly not in charge of what’s happening to him, on top of Sirius ready to hurt your boyfriend in ways you didn’t want to think about. On the other side of the room you could see James propped up against the wall with a few cuts on his body. A half human, half wolf Remus snarled at Sirius before raising his claws and making himself ready to strike when you transformed back and ran at him, pushing him off of Sirius. Taking a protective stance in front of your boyfriend you slightly crouched down which made Sirius’ eyes widen. “Y/N YOU NEED TO GET OUT! He’s not himself” the raven haired boy said panicked but you didn’t pay him any mind as you kept your eyes on Remus. “Remus!” your boyfriend growled at you and made his way up to you, ready to attack, but you anticipated this and dodged his swing. You took a few steps away from Sirius, making the lycan follow you. Moony snarled at you and then fixed his gaze onto James, who was still struggling with a few wounds. You saw it in slow motion, how Remus raced to James and bit into his arm. James screamed in pain and you transformed immediately, running up to the boys and pushing the sandy brown haired boy away from your hurt boyfriend. Moony growled but when he saw another wolf he grew quite. You snarled at him and stood in front of James. Remus stared at you. Moony didn’t understand if the new wolf is a friend or enemy. You stared at him before going back to your half transformed state and letting your eyes glow up once again.

Moony growled again but you held your hand up and took a step closer, making him growl louder. “Remus!Remus! Remus! Listen! Listen!Listen!“ the transforming boy looked up at you and for a second you saw Remus‘ scared eyes. “You‘re not a monster! You‘re a werewolf!.. like me.“ something in him seemed to stir when you let your yellow wolf eyes glow and he kept staring at you. Slowly you saw how the animal features seemed to leave his face and your sweet boyfriend came to view. “Just like that, Rem! You’re controlling it.” you said, impressed and proud of your boyfriend. Remus stared at you wide eyed and breathless, kneeling on the floor, he dropped down so that he was sitting on the cold floor “I am?” he questioned in disbelief. “Yea, baby, you’re great, just breathe” you smiled at him and he let out an exhausted chuckle “I’m not alone?” you shook your head and gave him small sad smile while kneeling in front of him and taking his hands into yours, “You never were” he beamed at you. “James!” Sirius’ panicked call caught your attention. You looked behind you to see your bespectacled boyfriend smiling tiredly at the pair of you, his eyes fluttering closed as the blood flowed out of his arm.

Remus’ heart sank. He felt his insides churn and would have thrown up if he could. He had hurt James. He was frozen in his place and couldn’t comprehend anything. You instantly stood up and rushed to James’ side, Sirius following you soon after. “If you won’t be turning into another animal Siri, you better help me!” you said worried for your boyfriend “Jamie, hey, keep your eyes open sweetheart, okay?” you instructed in hopes of distracting him.

The curly haired boy could only nod slightly before he was picked up by Sirius. You supported Remus and the three four of you rushed to the hospital wing. Sirius placed James in a bed in the corner, you helped Remus to lay down on the opposite one and called for Poppy. The nurse quickly walked up to you and you all pointed out to James who was struggling to keep his eyes open and she got to work. You walked up to Sirius, standing next to James’ bed and slipped your hand trough the Black’s. He turned his head slightly and kissed your forehead, no one saying anything as Poppy helped James while you and Sirius watched him, Remus was peering over from his bed but was struggling to keep his eyes open. He felt nothing but guilt and sadness consume him. He truly was a monster, he thought.

As if he had read his boyfriends mind, Sirius looked over to Remus to see tears flowing down his cheeks. He sighed and squeezed your hand. You looked up at him with own tears gathering in your eyes, though yours were in sympathy and worry for the Gryffindor quidditch captain. The Black heir nodded to the bed you placed Remus on and when you turned to look at your third boyfriend you squeezed Sirius’ hand back and let his hand go so that he could go to Remus. You turned back to James to see that his eyes were twitching. You kneeled next to his bed and took his hand in yours. “Come on, Jamie. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours, please” You held back a sob as your voice cracked and more tears fell down your cheeks. You couldn’t imagine yourself living in a world without any one of your boyfriends. They were your happiness, they were the reason you stood up every morning, they were your reason to live.

Sirius sat at the edge of Remus’ bed and took his hand into his own. The tall boy had his eyes fixed on the Potter who looked as if he was in pain. When Sirius went to wrap his arms around Remus the latter flinched away from his touch. He stared at the black haired boy with widened eyes that were clouded with fear. He had hurt James, he could not hurt Sirius too. He couldn’t hurt any of you again. He will never forget this and will be plagued with guilt.

“Hey, Rem. It’s okay. He’s gonna be fine.” Sirius whispered. He tried to calm his boyfriend, he knew how it was to shy away from someones touch. He didn’t want to make Remus uncomfortable even if he knew that Remus’ reasons where way different than his own. “N-no. He’ll hate me. We should- I think- He should hate me. I- You all should. I don’t want to hurt you. Please.” Remus could not express himself. He wanted to say that he thought that they should break up. They are better off without him. But he knew that he could never be the one to say it, he was that selfish, he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without his boyfriends and girlfriend. He couldn’t imagine what he would be like.

“He’ll heal without problem. You brought him here just in time.” Poppy’s voice cut off any other thing that would have been said as all three Gryffindors sighed in relief. You kneeled next to James’ bed and pressed your forehead against his fingers that were intertwined with yours. You felt your whole body shake as you realized in what kind of situation you guys were in and how badly it could have ended.

The nurse went on to Remus to inspect his injuries and to make sure that he didn’t have any after affects because of the transformation.

You all stayed the night at the hospital wing. Eventually Sirius fell asleep on the chair next to James’ bed. You were seated on the chair next to Remus’ bed and stared at the floor.

Remus had his eyes fixed on you as he thought about your secret. You were also a werewolf, just like him. You didn’t seem to be in any pain when you transformed.

He couldn’t believe that you had full control of your transition and more so when he remembered that you helped him gain control. He had stopped his transformation. How was that even possible?

“How did you do it?” Remus’ weak voice made you snap out of your thoughts. You looked at him and tilted your head as if to say ‘What do you mean?’ “How did you control your transformation? A-and how did I?” he stammered.

You stood up and sat next to him on his bed. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and rested your head on his chest. “I could control it since I was 10. My uncle is a werewolf and he’s helped me a lot. He taught me that in order to gain control over your wolf you have to embrace all your emotions. Good and bad. Your biggest fears and your saddest moments. Everything. It got easier for me when I met you three.” Remus hung on every word you said. He was intrigued to hear your story but didn’t want to ask.

He also felt a bit better and happier when he heard that they could be your support, even though unintentional. But he couldn’t understand how he did it. He always thought his biggest fear was he himself. “The moment you realized that you were not alone, that I was like you, you faced your biggest fear. And at the same time a happy moment. That’s how you did it. Honestly I’m surprised you weren’t able to before.” You looked up at him to see him looking at you already. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours. He deepened the kiss as if muscle memory. It was slow and steady, just what he needed to sort out his swirling thoughts. “I love you.” Remus whispered when you pulled away. He cast his gaze to Sirius and trailed over to James before looking back to you “I love all of you” he added. You smiled tiredly at him “We love you too. Get some rest, love.”

Remus nodded before he remembered the reason why tonight escalated “Y/n?” “Hm?” “I’m sorry. For arguing with you. I was angry and the moon was starting to effect me and I know that’s not an excuse but I’m just so so so-” He was cut off when you crashed your lips back onto his to stop him from rambling. “It’s alright. It really hurt that you thought that of me but-” now it was his turn to cut you off

“NO! I would never think that and I never did. I just *sigh* I distanced myself because I didn’t want you to find out. I didn’t want to hurt you. Which seems ironic now, but still. I was jealous and said things I didn’t mean, really!” He said sincerely. You nodded and rested your head back onto his chest. You both fell asleep soon after.

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#poly!marauders #marauders #james potter #sirius orion black #remus lupin #werewolf!reader #fanfic #poly #poly!marauders x reader #marauders x you

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megsironthrone · 3 months

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Never Fake-Date Your Savior

Based on this request: : glad you’re back!!! i hope you and your hubby get to finish HotD soon! 👀👀 a while ago you wrote a sandor x reader drabble where he’s in the mafia/gang and protecting reader from the boltons by holding their hand? i was wondering if you’d be interested in doing a continuation where they’ve kept up fake dating to keep reader safe but on one of their dates, they both highkey admit they’ve grown to genuinely like the other? 👉👈 if not that’s totally ok, you can ignore this!!! 💌 hope you have a great day

Here you are lovelies!! This is the fic that the 1st place winner of Game of Characters chose to be posted next! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

This fic is a continuation of a drabble I wrote for my 2200 follower celebration

Warnings: Mentions of mob violence? Modern/Mob AU. Fake Dating Trope. Angsty-ish. Fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader

How did this happen? That was the question you’d been asking yourself for the last several weeks. Ever since you figured out who the man who’d saved you from Roose Bolton’s men was. You’d managed to trade one mob family for another. However, Sandor Clegane was nothing like Roose Bolton or his son. He had saved you the night you met him and had even given you his number so you could contact him as often as you felt unsafe.

You told him exactly how you’d gotten on the Bolton’s radar and he called you stupid. It wasn’t said to hurt you, but rather to stress just how poor your decision making in your dealings with the Boltons was. You realized that when the Bolton’s men would not leave you alone. It got to the point where you were calling or texting Sandor every other day. It was getting tiresome, but luckily for you, Sandor came up with a brilliant idea.

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you stared at the scarred man. “As often as I see you, we might as well.” You merely stared at him as your brain processed his words. “Let me get this straight,” you managed to say after a few minutes, “You want to fake-date me and make it obvious until Roose and his cronies finally decide to leave me alone?” He nodded.

“Look, they leave you alone whenever I’m with you. We might as well make sure that’s as often as possible without you having to pull me from work. And I don’t have to listen to your whinging every time you see them.” You glared at him. “I don’t whinge,” you muttered, but he heard you anyway and arched his brow. With a loud sigh, you said, “Fine. I know it’s the best idea we’ve got. So, let’s do it. What could possibly go wrong?”

*time skip*

Feelings. That’s what could go wrong. You developed feelings for Sandor faster than you ever thought possible. Spending so much time with him, day in and day out lead to you falling head over heels in love with him. And you were doomed. Sandor was not a man who expressed feelings easily and he certainly had a very bleak outlook on love. There was no way he would ever, ever return your feelings.

You hid your growing adoration as best as you could. You stopped seeing him as often, which didn’t help the whole Bolton situation. You kept conversations shorter unless you were out in public together. Anything you could do to avoid confronting your feelings, you tried. Eventually, however, you couldn’t any longer.

One evening, you and Sandor planned a dinner “date” and for some reason it made you even more nervous than usual. You couldn’t help feeling like something was going to happen. Good or bad, you didn’t know. Just something. You just knew that your life was about to change again.

Dinner was a soft-spoken affair. That was typical. Sandor didn’t talk much and when he did, it was either quiet enough so only you could hear or loud enough the entire restaurant could hear. No in between. After dinner, you were still feeling a bit antsy, so you asked Sandor to walk with you through a nearby park. He agreed, but was even more quiet than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked when you were finally away from a crowd of people. Sandor didn’t reply so you stopped walking and looked up at him. “Sandor…” He met your gaze and those deep brown eyes nearly had you drowning in them. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you didn’t believe him and asked again. “Sandor, I know something’s bothering you. What is-”

“You.” You blinked and your jaw dropped open in surprise. “Oh,” was all you managed as you felt your heart twist in your chest. “I see,” you croaked out, willing the tears not to come. You would not let that man see you cry over him.

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?” he asked, almost too quietly for you to hear, “You’re always there. I can’t take it anymore. WHY? Why do I always see you staring at me with those (e/c) of yours? You don’t look at me like everyone else does. Like I’m dangerous, which I am. My entire family is. You look at me like…like I mean something. ”

At that, you felt the tears you wanted to stay away come to your eyes. “Sandor, you do mean something. You mean so much. I-I think I might…” you trailed off, unable to put your feelings into words. Instead, you stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his unscarred cheek. You gently guided him down so you could meet his lips, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, Sandor was gazing down at you in surprise. He clearly had not been expecting that. While the two of you had shared small pecks, mostly on the cheek, to sell the idea that you were together, you’d never kissed on the lips before that moment. You gave him a soft smile.

Then, as suddenly as your happy moment came, it ended. Sandor glanced up and a frown made its way to his lips. “Oh,” was all he said before backing away and heading in the opposite direction. You took off after him, confused until you looked over your shoulder. Bolton’s men.

“Sandor,” you panted, “Wait!” He stopped and whirled on you, fire blazing in his dark eyes. He was furious. “What was that about?” you managed to ask. He gave you a look that said, “Are you kidding me?”

“I knew we were pretending, but that was lower than I ever thought you capable of,” he growled. Your brows knit together in confusion. “What?”

“Kissing me like that just because Bolton’s men saw us again. I know I’m no prize, but you didn’t have to…to-” he trailed off as you realized that he wasn’t angry. He was hurt thinking that you only kissed him because you were pretending. You had to remind yourself that the man standing before you hadn’t been shown real love in his entire adult life. “Sandor, I didn’t even know they were there. Honestly. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Sandor was silent, hanging on your every word. You continued, “When we started this, I was just grateful to be protected. But then I got to know you and spend time with you. I don’t know when or even how it happened, but I fell and I fell hard. I love you, Sandor and nothing else matters. Not what people think, not the dangers from any other “families”, not the Boltons, not even your brother. The only thing that matters at this moment is whether or not you love me too.” You answer came in the form of the giant man pulling you to him and kissing you breathlessly.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @etherealpotter @smalltownbigheart @frozenhuntress67 @cd1242 @gruffle1 @supernatural4life2022 @asgards-princess-of-mischief

Sandor Clegane Tags: @songoficecreamandfireworks @nkjktk @silversprings98

#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor x reader #modern au #mob au

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saltofmercury · 8 months

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Hi, saw your requests are open :) could you maybe do Rudy HCs pls? Thanks!

(thanks @sofasoap for the new obsession)

Rudy I think—

I want to say he was a very shy guy growing up. Probably the youngest of all his brothers.

Used humor and sarcasm to really be heard in his family.

Grew up with 4 older brothers and has a younger sister that he protects immensely.

Close with both of his parents

Helped his mom run a flower shop. Would talk to his mom about his wedding flower arrangements.

Was a quiet kid, didn’t really get to open up until high school.

Learned magic tricks and jokes as a preteen to gain some friends

Into math and science subjects however never knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Used to tutor and reteach math to his peers during lunch

Was great at math but couldn’t stay focused in college. There were so many options abroad and he couldn’t really afford it.

Was trying to become a math professor, but knew it just wasn’t something in the books for him.

Ended up joining the military to try and take a fresh perspective into the world.

Once joining immediately regretted it —especially because he did not like another colleague.

Met Alejandro and they were like day and night.

Turned into competition for everything, which eventually gave him motivation to stay.

Alejandro to this day says he doesn’t know how they became friends because they used to fight and compete with each other a lot.

Admires Alejandro so he toned it down a bit when it came to working with him.

He’s very serious when it comes to work but such a goofball when it comes to friends and family.

Has a JOKE for EVERYTHING.

Is a Virgo. Analytical. Safe. Practical. Always 2 steps ahead.

Enjoys salty snacks. Chips, pretzels,

Solves math riddles for fun.

When it comes to relationships;

Has always wanted a big family

Comes from a big family so he wants at least 4 kids so that they could be just like his brothers

Wants to be able to come home and have them all screaming “daddy! Daddy!” And hearing them get all jumbled up with their stories

Has admired his parents relationship and hopes he can be with someone for as long as they have

Also has a name list for his kids. Has most names with “P”

Wants all boys but secretly would not mind being a girl dad. Has watched hair tutorials for his nieces.

Is emergency contact for all his nieces and nephews.

—Rudy I feel like, had a bit of trouble with relationships because he’s always at 100 with his significant other. Meaning he’s always:

Planning dates every weekend

Likes to call 2x a day, likes to text throughout the day if he’s available.

Likes to run errands with his significant other

Likes cooking. Learning new recipes and teaching his partner his favorite ones.

Likes just BEING with his partner doing anything.

Brings home flowers twice a week just to see his partner smile.

Around the third date stops beating around the bush and tells them he’s looking for something serious, not just a one time thing.

Has gone on dates where they just do not vibe but HAS politely stayed and paid.

Has never been a player, has never cheated.

Was thinking maybe he would just be the fun uncle the rest of his life….

It was until he met you that he knew he could be open about the relationship he wanted and was confident you wouldn’t walk away.

He likes to hold your hand whenever possible. In the car, in bed, walking around in stores.

He’s very touchy. I feel like he literally worships the ground you walk on. If he’s not holding your hand, he’s definitely grabbing your waist, ass, and small of your back.

A tad bit jealous. Meaning he knows nothing would ever happen but he doesn’t like how persistent men can be. So he does keep an eye on you.

Buys you a star for your 1st month together. This guy falls deeeeeep!

Made you a charm bracelet and buys you a charm each month you were together.

Buys you random things just because. Once bought you an opal ring because he figured you would like it. Once bought you a butterfly painting because you had mentioned butterflies bringing good luck.

Is very supportive. If you want to workout will workout with you. If you don’t, then he doesn’t push you. You want to work? Ok he helps you apply. You’re feeling burnt out? He can have you quit until you’re feeling ready to come back.

Loves sports. Enjoys telling you more about them.

Loves movies, loves to answer your questions.

Routines;

Being a Virgo the guy has a lot of routines. For example he wakes up at 4:30AM, exercises, and then makes breakfast for the two of you.

Drives you to work everyday. Especially living where he does, he just feels safer doing it.

Brings you lunch on Wednesdays and you two have lunch together.

He’s the kind of guy who would give you massages at night. Rubs your feet at night while you watch tv. Never asks for anything in return just wants to make sure you’re taken care of.

Goes to bed at 9pm sharp. On weekends he’ll stay up until 11pm, but he’s in bed, showered, and tucked with you.

Needs to read 2 books a week.

Washes his car every Sunday and Thursday. Does not park under trees.

Likes to visit his family at least twice a month. If he’s with someone, he would rather spend time with them and ease them into his family. They are A LOT.

#call of duty #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy headcannons #cod headcanons #I don’t have much more but you think of a topic maybe I can add more

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1nervegas1 · 8 months

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Canon Book Patrick things!

Currently reading the book and decided to post my findings/things I've noted on this character!

Content warnings for animal death, child death and mentions of harrasment under the cut, Patrick Hockstetter is his own warning

-Patrick was the son of a devout catholic and a paints salesman, and had grown up in a religious household

-His IQ tested as low normal and he'd repeated 2 grades (1st and 3rd) and was taking summer classes so that didn't happen again

-He was very apethetic student and the teachers wrote hardly anything on him on his school reports.

- He'd leave test sheets blank or would just put a large question mark on them

- Was VERY quiet in class so he was pretty much allowed to fail because he was easier to ignore while teachers would focus more on students like Vic and Henry that would often disrupt class and deface school property

-He wasn't stupid at all. Infact, he was very smart, he just didn't bother with school.

-Didn't see any other creature, human or animal, as real. Believed himself to be an actual creature despite that

-Had no real sense of hurting, no real sense of being hurt

-Reality was meaningless to him

-despite life not meaning too much to him, he was very aware of rules. Life had rules and he knew to follow them.. Or atleast try to avoid being caught

-Had to be seated away from the female students in his class. Teachers tried to avoid any contact with him and female students.

-Patrick would draw a picture for his mother every time he'd go to school but he'd only use black and brown crayons

-Fan of arts and crafts, made his own duct tape wallet, it wasn't very well done, the stitching was coming undone and the note pocket flapped around

-Patrick hadn't liked it when his mother had brought Avery home, he tried to tell himself that he didn't care as long as it didn't disrupt his schedule

-Of course, Avery had done that and all the attention had been turned to him, meals turned up late, Patrick was woken up by the crying

-If Patrick was "real" He thought Avery also could be "real" too, he didn't like the thought of that.

-He was frightened that he was being replaced, and when Avery was big enough to do what Patrick would usually do (get his father the paper, hand his mother the bowls when she was baking bread,) his parents would get rid of Patrick all together.

- what he cared about the most was (1) the rules, they'd been broken or changed ever since Avery had come home, (2) Averys possible reality and (3) He could be thrown out and replaced

-Patrick killed Avery as soon as he'd gotten home from school, he felt more alive than ever once he'd got rid of him

-The doctor that pronounced Avery dead thought Patrick was under shock, so he gave him a pill to take

- He wasn't phased at all, wasn't bothered, felt no guilt and after that he'd done nothing like that again but he could if the chance presented itself. Though as he grew up he would become more aware of the rules and that nasty things happened to people that didn't follow them

- He knew the rules but he liked the excitement he felt when he'd killed his brother and he wanted to feel it again

-first he killed flies, with a swatter and then those sticky flytraps you can get for hardly anything at the shop, he'd watch them for hours in the garage dying. Then he figured how much more efficient a ruler was, so he'd kill them throughout the school day, putting their dead bodies in a pencil box

-He'd kill beetles with pins from his mother's pin cushion, he'd catch them impale them and watch them die slowly

-it moved on to animals when he'd stumbled across a hurt cat one day, it was dying in the gutter. He pushed it around with his foot and was soon shood off by an old woman that had seen what he'd been doing.

-He soon found an old rusty amana fridge, he'd heard about how kids could get stuck in there.

-soon animals started going missing around town and he was to blame.

-He almost had a ritual when dealing with the fridge, he'd sway a little, hum a tune.

-The fridge had a hold over him and he'd somewhat fixate on the thing, he'd draw it at school, he'd dream about it at night

-He got very worried when Henry had told him that he'd tell on him and his beloved fridge (decided he would tattle on Henry for breaking Eddie's arm if Henry did say anything) and decided to go clean it out of his latest victim, a pigeon. When he did however he was attacked by "leeches"

-Pennywise found it hard to find what form to take because Patrick was nutoriously hard to scare.

#Patrick Hockstetter #it stephen king #Bowers gang #henry bowers #stephen king's it #it 2017

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darkhighness · 6 months

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Good Omentober 29 - 1947

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Aziraphale reflects on 1947 through a series of diary entries.

January 1st

Dear Diary,

Well, here I am, bringing in yet another earthy year alone in the bookshop but it feels different somehow. I am finding it ever so hard to get through these days, almost as if some of Crowley’s existentialism found its way to me. After learning about the tragedy in Japan I am struggling to see the good in things. The whole last year felt like such a terrible blur, possibly due to it. I didn’t know all that much about the place but the few times I popped in it truly was quite lovely. I’d always meant to ask Crowley if he had been. I think he would’ve quite liked it.

I’m worried Crowley might be more involved than he letting on. I haven’t seen him since the early years of the war and while I don’t want to believe it, I can’t fathom all of this being anything but Hell’s creation. Even if he wasn’t the conceiver, he could've been called down to Hell at any moment.

But surely Crowley wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t have killed those Nazis if that were the case. He certainly wouldn’t have saved my books.

He’s a confusing one, that wily serpent.

I do hope I see him soon.

A.Z Fell.

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May 4th

Dear Diary,

I found myself rearranging the bookshop again today. While I did enjoy the Dewey system for a while I fear it’s all too convoluted for me these days. I spent a terribly long time trying to organise everything based on how I felt when I read them. It’s a shame that so many books made me feel all manner of things. I do suppose I have some more to learn in that regard. I will finish the rearranging tomorrow, I think. Hopefully with a clearer head too.

I saw an advertisement for a lovely film called A Miracle on 34th Street. It seemed to get good reviews in the paper as well. I might even consider seeing it if time allows.

I still haven’t heard from Crowley. As each day passes I begin to wonder if he still wants to take part in our arrangement. I wonder sometimes if he was called back down to Hell and hasn’t been allowed to return to Earth.

Another part of me, a part that makes me so terribly sad, is wondering if he was discorporated since I saw him last. I try to not linger on that thought for too long. I’m sure the demon will appear as soon as time allows. He always seems to.

A.Z. Fell

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June 17th

Dear Diary,

It appears as though I am not the only one who has been faced with a sense of impending doom as of late. I’ve had numerous customers asking about a magazine (which I will never carry mind you!) that has some kind of doomsday clock on the cover. It seems as if the state of the world has caused many troubled thoughts amongst the humans as well. I’m still managing to hold on to the faith I have in God that this is all part of the plan.

I do just wish things weren’t so terribly dismal thought.

After doing more investigation into this doomsday phenomena, it seems as if the time of the clock is rather arbitrary. I do suppose that the almighty’s plan is ineffable, after all.

It seems much like the type of thing Crowley would be intrigued by. I purchased a copy of the magazine and I have it stashed away for when he returns.

I even managed to find some of that wine he likes so much.

A.Z Fell

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June 30th

Dear Diary,

I found a new book for my collection today. It appears to be a diary, much like this one, but from a young girl during the war. I haven’t managed to finish it yet as it seems my Dutch is a little rustier than I anticipated but it’s truly something else. It feels important. I can’t help but listen to this young woman’s words, like she is desperate for someone to hear her.

Note: Order more copies of Het Achterhuis

They do say that tragedy is the greatest catalyst for art and these humans are terribly clever. I find myself wondering what they might come up with next. I just wish it didn’t take a war to do so. I have been praying more often, worried my faith is waning. I know I, a mere principality has no bearing on the ineffable plan but it’s getting harder and harder to see the bright side of all this. I do hope these blues that have overcome me will pass soon.

A.Z Fell

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November 20th

Dear Diary,

Oh how fabulous it is to have these butterflies in my chest! I got to bless the most fabulous matrimony today of a young royal couple. I bestowed upon them all angelic gifts I could muster. I do hope they live a fabulous and joyous life.

It was simply delightful to have another assignment from Heaven come through. I was getting worried when things fell quiet but it appears things are well and truly returning to normal after all.

Well, as normal as they could be. Unfortunately there has still been no sign of the demon. I haven’t had to thwart any wiles recently. I pray he returns soon. I never thought I would ever miss the antics of a demon but my routine feels rather dull without the usual back and forth.

A.Z Fell

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December 25th

Dear Diary,

This festive season has been absolutely wondrous. The decorations and traditions the humans have developed are simply beautiful and every year I get a chance to experience it all over again. I truly am the luckiest angel, it seems.

One of the lovely ladies from the shop down the road dropped of the most scrummy treats when she heard I’d be spending the day alone. She truly is a gem. I don’t mind it though. There’s enough joy in the air to please any angel.

I suppose I might have one ask. It may be hopeless but I do hope that wherever Crowley is, he is enjoying himself.

A.Z Fell

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December 30th

Dear Diary,

I had the most wondrous visitor today. I never thought I would be relieved to see a demon but I’m oh so glad he popped in today. We might be going to the park later to ring in the new year. He tells me there’s something I simply must see. I do hope it’s not another statue of Gabriel.

I am so glad Crowley is home. Maybe 1948 will be the year that things turn around.

A.Z Fell

#good omentober #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens 2 #crowley #aziracrow #good omens

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Ooooo. Requestie:

Fluff or smut, enby or f!reader & ELP

This Magic Moment

ELP X F/READER

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Extremely fluffy.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

Gifs & photos do not belong to me 1st gif @toosweetsault 2nd gif @tekkers

I hope you like it

WC 767

RILEY - ELP

Summary: ELP is waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. He thinks back to the time he knew she was the one for him.

ELP'S POV:

I looked at every single person that was here today to join us. Many more couldn't make it, but they sent gifts to our home that we have shared for three years now.

My hands were clasped in front of me as I waited for YN to come through those doors. My best man kept telling me how gorgeous she looked as he saw her this morning after delivering one last gift I had for her.

It was a simple locket with our names etched on it, but the photo on the inside was what truly mattered to me.

It was from the day I knew she was the one for me and the first time I ever told her I loved her. We were together for about six months and even though she told me she loved me two months previously, I didn't say it to her and YN never pushed me to say it.

After that day, she didn't say it very often, mostly when we would talk on the phone while I was travelling for work, and she was stuck in her apartment as she couldn't travel with me all the time.

Or when we would spend the night together, as I would usually fall asleep before her, I would hear her muttering it as she too was falling asleep.

But something happened one day, some fan kissed me when I was at the club with some friends and the next thing I knew, it was all over social media.

I tried calling YN, wanting to explain what happened. That I pushed her away and had her thrown out of the club, but YN never picked up.

I was panicking of course. Calling all of our mutual friends to see if YN was with one of them, but all I got told was that they haven't heard from YN either.

I kept trying and trying to get ahold of her, but still no answer. It wasn't like I could just drive down to her place and talk to her face-to-face, no I was halfway across the country at the time.

Everyone I knew was trying to get me to calm the fuck down, but all I could think about was YN, sitting there all alone, crying at the thought of me cheating.

When it was late in the night, I sent my friends away, wanting to wallow in my own self-pity, that I was ignoring the person who was knocking on my hotel door.

"Come on man, open the fuck up. I got a gift for you."

"Go away," I called back out.

"Don't make me have room service open this door."

I knew he would. That is just the time type of person Jay was.

I swung open the door, not even bothering to look at him. "You could at least look up," Jay said to me, and I looked up, ready to bitch out the man to leave me alone, but to my surprise, there was YN, smiling at me.

I pulled her into a bone-crushing hug as I wrapped my arms around her, telling her how much I missed her.

YN pulled back and I looked into her eyes as she just leaned in and kissed me. "I know you didn't do anything. Jay called me and told me what happened. He didn't know I was coming to see you anyways." She said as she pulled away from the kiss.

I looked over at Jay and he just shrugged his shoulders at me, like it was no big deal he probably just saved my relationship.

I looked back at YN and I knew right then and there that I loved her. I just kept lying to myself as I figured she would just realise she was too good for me. That she could do better, but I couldn't keep lying to myself anymore.

"I love you YN."

"And I love you, Riley."

It was the photo that Jay took of YN and me looking into each other's eyes that I placed in the locket. Our moment in time that made all this possible today.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my best man nudging me as The Bridal March came on and everyone who could stand, stood.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw YN for the first time in her dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

She was smiling as she focused on me. She mouthed those three simple words that I know I will never get tired of hearing.

"I love you."

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dropintomanga · 5 months

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Anime NYC 2023 - I Still Have a Place

What a weekend.

Anime NYC 2023 just ended and while there were a few things I didn't like, I really enjoyed my time there this year. And more importantly, it was a personal epiphany for me.

I started the weekend by attending the Viz Media panel. There weren't really any significant announcements, but Yoshifumi Tozuka, the creator of Undead Unluck, stopped by and he was great. It was a teaser of his own panel the following day, but Tozuka-sensei did enlighten fans about Undead Unluck and how he wanted to present the series to fans worldwide.

After that, I went to the Autism in the Anime Fan Community panel. This was a live panel version of the "Autism in the Anime Fan Community - Solo Version" video by James Williams, an anime fan diagnosed with autism and a public speaker on autism awareness. James has been doing the panel at various conventions over the past couple of years. It was a very raw and vulnerable panel on the challenges those with autism face at conventions. James also had a special guest, Larissa Grabois, an artist who uses music and art to teach people about children living with autism. She has music videos and books pertaining to autism on her website and I will be paying very close attention. This provided much food for thought.

After that, I didn't stick around for the night panels. Though It was nice to hear Denpa license the ODDTAXI manga as I know people who adored the anime when it came out.

So onto Saturday, I went to the Yen Press panel and was impressed with what they did. They did a fun "Know the Editors" section alongside their announcements, where each editor would promote a title they work on and provide "Useful Nihongo" (which isn't actually useful in a regular context) to use. It was pretty funny to see. Yen Press also gave a shout out to The Summer Hikaru Died, which I yelled "YES!" to. Not many of the new titles they licensed caught my eye, but the one that did was She Likes Gays, But Not Me. I will say this - the manga isn't a romantic comedy and that's why I can't wait for its release in 2024.

Afterwards, I went to the Dark Horse Manga panel. There wasn't really anything new announced per say, but they did promote the latest Deluxe Edition of Berserk and the 1st omnibus of Innocent coming out very soon. Also, Carl Horn and Zack Davisson are truly the manzai duo of the manga industry scene. They have a very fun chemistry that really takes the best of both of their personalities and mixes them into something you really don't see in manga publisher panels. Both also know A LOT about comics in general. If you ever get a chance to see a Dark Horse Manga panel, do it. Carl and Zack really make worth it your while.

I didn't stick around for the later panels on Saturday night, but I know the Kodansha Manga panel that happened that night was great. There's a LOT of fun stuff coming out from them in the future. Blue Lock has become arguably THE big mainstream manga hit of 2023. I love a lot of their titles as their stories are often ones I value highly. What I'm looking forward from them? Home Office Romance (which was REALLY popular in the manga Reddit) and Sheltering Eaves (Another Rie Aruga story? Sign me up).

On Sunday, I only attended the Star Fruit Books panel. I got to learn a lot about the company being there and it was actually a small group of people who attended. So it made for a more intimate experience compared to other industry panels. Even though the publisher started during COVID, they have made huge strides in being an strong publisher of independent manga (alongside Denpa). I actually inquired about them possibly licensing manga stories from indie creators about mental health/illness because I have heard there's a lot of manga out there in Japan that covers those topics.

After that, I was done with everything. I did manage to get some nice items from booths and played mahjong with the Riichi Nomi club.

I think the convention was fine for the most part. It was crowded, but I didn't feel overwhelmed. I always had space to move around. The only things that stood out to me were that some of the panel rooms were a bit too warm to my liking and that the gaming area just felt too tight. In particular, mahjong. My club's presence last year had a good amount of space for mahjong. This year, we were relegated to the show floor and to a far end corner of the convention center. I hope this changes next year.

(Side note: NYC public transit on the weekend continues to suck ass. Why have a train stop right next to the convention center when weekend construction would prevent trains from stopping there? Sigh.)

And speaking of next year, Anime NYC 2024 will happen in the summer - August 23-25, 2024. It's going to be the bang that ends summer convention season in the U.S. after Anime Expo, San Diego Comic-Con and Otakon. There's definitely concerns about the timing, but they will have the FULL convention center at their disposal. I don't mind honestly as I dislike going to a convention when it's happening a month before winter starts.

Anyway, I'm going to finally make a reference to the headline of my post. For those of you who read my birthday post, anime and manga don't seem to inspire me a great deal lately. Getting into mahjong was one of the best things I did for my mental health over the past 2 years. Despite being a manga blogger, I was becoming more of a mahjong addict.

However, when I arrived to the con on Friday, I was greeted by a manga journalist/colleague that I hadn't seen in years. It was a surprise to see them and we caught up. We had a wonderful discussion about manga, comics and pop culture.

And then on Saturday, I got to meet people I followed on Twitter that I never met in person. I even reunited with a few blogger folks along the way. We talked about manga and convention trends that made me smile. I also met up with Anime for Humanity (who I volunteered in the past) and finally met its founder at the event. I even reunited with a local Japanese culture personality that I hadn't talked to in years. It felt really cool.

To cap it off, I finally reunited with Peter Tatara, who was working the Japan Society booth. For those who don't know, he is the founder of Anime NYC and now Director of Film at Japan Society New York. He also has a long and established history of promoting anime in New York. When I first started my foray into anime fandom in 2008, it was Peter who MCed events at the Kinokuniya NYC store that got me hyped. We worked together at those events a few times due to a mutual connection we both shared. Even though he's a huge and very busy personality now, Peter would take the time to talk to me in years past. We both shared laughs and talked about how long we known each other.

Ever since I got so deep into mahjong, I questioned my place in the manga fan community. I wasn't active as much on Twitter as other online manga personalities these last few years. While I do get hyped, I don't get heavily excited covering manga license announcements. I don't have a huge manga collection at home. I struggle to keep up with everything.

And then someone at the con told me that because of my interest in what's happening the world regarding mental health problems that plague communities, I still bring a certain view that's unique and refreshing to hear. After meeting and reuniting with a bunch of faces, I can't leave the manga blogging scene. I just can't. I love talking about manga so much still. Mahjong still has a place in my heart, but there's nothing that gets me going like talking about the stories and characters that shape people's lives.

What's more important is that being around the industry/pros/press folks I was with at Anime NYC tell me that I still have a place here. I may not be attending everything manga-related, but I want to be the person from the shadows who talks about things that definitely deserve to be heard. Besides, it's much cooler doing things in the shadows than being in the spotlight.

An old friend I saw at the convention on Sunday said that I looked the happiest I've been in years. Mahjong definitely played a huge part in that and I want to bring that energy back into my manga blogging.

I've been going to conventions for 15 years now. So many people in my life that I met via conventions have come and gone. People that I wish were still here. I have often felt lonely. Being 41 now also doesn't help either.

And yet, I keep meeting new people at conventions like Anime NYC who inspire me and value my take on things. I may not be living the best life, but I'm definitely happy-ish with what I have now. And that's all I ever wanted to ask for.

Also, thank you to everyone I talked to at Anime NYC. I'm now really ready for the 2nd half of my life.

#Anime NYC #anime conventions #thoughts #review #fandom #manga #mental health #fan conventions

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anarkali-disco-chali · 1 year

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ok so yeahh let's continue.

So, one day I asked him for his Instagram password and he gave me. His name is pavan tho. So, like I insisted him to give me his password and yes he gave me and in return I gave him my password. I have nothing to hide so I gave. While looking at his dm, a text came from a girl she was the girl he broke up with, she texted,'' haan?? aagyi m ab bolo''. When I opened the chat there was literally nothing but just that last text. (like puri chat khali and ye ky h?)

I was like who is she?? and why is she texting you?? and why is she saying like this??

He said, well tbh I don't wanna hide anything so she was sending me her nudes and we had a sex chat. I was like oh okk- nvm. And didn't talked to him he did everything to convience me so finally I agreed.

So we were talking about that he said, '' you won't believe but I actually have had sex with a hoe''. My reaction was so shocked and idk what i was feeling. He said that was my past let it be naa trust me i won't do anything again like this.

So, after that during July things were wrong with me and my parents took away my mobile phone. I was like okay so I use to talk to him at night and early morning like 3-4:30 in the morning I use to wake up so early and he use talk for hours. We both have to wait so long to talk to each other. Later on I saw, he was losing interest with me may be because of lack of conversation.

Months were passing.. julyy... August... September....

And here it comes, one day he texted me,'' mujhse itna attach mt ho mujhe waise bhi e relationship ni chahiye''. I was all numb and replied,"ok".

And BLOCKED him*

The other day I shamelessly texted him like a 10 y/o immature child who has lost his favourite toy.

"Why are you doing this?? YK i can't live without you, you have became my habit and i can't even think living without you, if you had to do this then first point per he mujhe apne aap se itna attached ni karna tha. He started pointing at my flaws and made me feel that it's all my fault.

Days passed but ofc i can't even forget him, everyday all I hoped was just one text from him, later i saw him matching pfp with an e girl.

I was like ok-

I literally tried every possible way to bring him back and yeah one day he came back but things Weren't the same i was constantly trying to fix things and he was constantly trying to ruin it all.

And here it comes he left again. ik I was so stupid but I was(am) so in love with him.

Now, this time when he left I heard it from some of his friends that he has a real life gf and he's busy so i just stopped doing everything (trying to being him back in my life)

on 31 dec 2022,

he texted me again, I tried my best to not to fall again (being a sigma female chad) but somehow I again fallen for him and confessed what I feel. He said he was sorry for what he did leaving me for other girls. And said he won't hurt me or leave me ever again.

on 1 Jan 2023,

at night we talked for hours after so long.

omg take me back to 1st January lol

So, things were basically going right he told me about his exes how toxic they were (less toxic than him tho) but I was happy that he is back finally and I'll hold him a little tighter and not let him go away but things don't go as we want.

Jitna I tried to hold him,

utna he was trying to leave.

so, i stopped doing that. One day i.e, 11 Jan we had a little fight and that's when we parted away.

he said-

So, this was now about my self respect and I said aggressively,'' I'll never ever text you again, mark my fucking words ''.

I actually did it, omg i was so proud of myself.

I rid myself of toxicity and everything, now I'm healing but actually happy tho. I won't let him ruin things again. Now the thing is that the girl who use to gave him nudes was his gf and he never broke up with her. Like how can people be so selfish???

But deep down I still have a soft corner for him idk why may be because I saw a soft side of him that nobody saw even if that was fake-

We did so many stupid things together omg i swear.

IDC but I'm done with him.

(he never asked me for nudes or sex chat) the good thing about him. We weren't made for each other, just for a small part that left a huge mark on my life.

His birthday is on 27 Feb and i really wanna wish him but I want to stick on my words. (advice do)

#im cryin #im broke #i miss his voice

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toxicruins101 · 2 years

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"Why not?"

DreamSMP x male! Reader

(this is written in 1st person so either way no pronouns are mentioned.)

TW: WAR, BLOOD, GORE, EXPLOSIONS, WEAPONS AND POSSIBLY MORE!

Blood

That was everything that clouded your vision and the floor around you

What happened? How could this have happened?

I never meant for it to end like this

I didn't do anything wrong

Yet pain is all I'm able to feel as of now, not sadness anger envy grief nothing

Just pain

I look up with little strength I have, my arm thrown to one side of the battlefield as the distant sound of sword clashing and screaming are heard around me

I know I'm going to die soon

No one can survive this

I can feel each and all burning wounds and bruises around my body each slowly briking me more to the edge of death

Each wound hurts more and more as the seconds pass

"DREAM! DREAM PLEASE! LOOK AROUND YOU! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!" I heard a distant voice say

One I recognized

Tommy, the main character, main hero, everything good about a character is him, he's the saviour of this story, or you had hoped he'd been.

"YOU BROUGHT THIS APON EVERYONE TOMMY! YOU STARTED THIS YOU'LL END IT!" another voice, yet this one felt as lonley and as distant as you felt about the man.

Dream, in a word, evil, if you could use that word to describe someone it would be him

He has done countless and countless of crimes and sins, he was the villan, he found joy in killing, humor in torture, and love in death.

He was barley human, he was closer to Satan himself than to his fiends and family.

Yet it didn't really matter now did it? You were going to die either way

So who cares?

You didn't have any family, barley any friends, how could someone as insignificant as you matter in this living hell?

Yet my thoughts are closed off by that feeling

A feeling of panic, peace and rest at the same time.

Death, he had finally come to visit you after all these years.

Years and years of waiting yet he never came and now he seemed closer than ever

You closed your eyes and let out a breath you don't know you were holding

And let that beatiful feeling overwhelm you, your memories, your expiriences, thoughts, your feelings, your senses and finally.

Your soul.

........

.......

......

.....

....

...

"Hello?" a distant voice said almost like an echo

What? You had died? Where were you?

How is this possible? I don't want to be here

I just want peace

I want to rest

Thats all I ask for, nothing more nothing less, the sweet release of death

The forever silence, sleeping forever, just you and your thoughts

Why.

"well that's rather depressive" said the voice again, wait what?

How did it know?

Can it read my thoughts?

"I certainly can but not for the reason you think." the voice said again, the echo still present, it felt so far yet so near like that lovely feeling you had experienced not that long ago.

It had a almost male voice yet it was still very neutral, as if it didn't belong to a girl or a man.

"because it dosen't" the voice said again and I finally got the courage to speak.

"who are you?" my voice trembled, I had never felt so weak or confused.

"well, I'm the author" the author? What did that mean?

Wait

Who am I?

Why can't I see myself any longer?

Is this all I am?

Some simple words on a website?

"for them, you are, for me? Your my creativity, my thoughts and everything and more." what does that mean?

Are there more of me?

Of these stories with millions of words after another?

All in one simple website among million of other characters and stories

"right on the bullseye"

"how many more?"

"what?"

"how many more of me are there?"

The voice chuckled a bit then said

"more than you could ever hope to comprehend"

"why do you do this? Bring this pain and write about it?"

"why shouldn't I?"

"you said we're your creativity, your thoughts and more, yet if so why inflict this pain on us?"

"well, every main character deserves a story, yet I can't just write about a simple day to day life can I?, who would read that?"

"I understand that, Yet why must you present pain and suffering?" why do this?"

The voice laughed a bit before saying with a smile clear on their face even though I couldn't see them.

"Why not?"

(hellooo, author here, this was something quick I wrote cause I thought it was a cool idea lol, also to take the chance and say that my requests, asks and DM's are always open! So go ahead and submit anything you would like to see me write about! ^^ of course it has to be related to the dsmp cause thats literally my whole page LMAO, sooo, yeah! And if anyone wants to be mutual or something just go ahead and add me or dm me and I'll answer as soon as I can, anyways thanks for reading, hope you have a great day/night, see ya!)

#fanfic #writing #dsmp fic #reader insert #x male reader #dsmp lore #dsmp x reader #male reader #author #dreamwastaken #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #dsmp dream #asks and requests

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phagvision · 2 months

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how did u realize that u were a lesbian?

ever since i was a kid, girls were the only thing that i was affected by in da whole world, really i was obsessed, freaky, would stare at the girls in my class twenty-four-hours..would do anything 2 get their attention, but i was also very shy around them, i would drawn them, try to make them laugh..imagine wht would feel like to touch them, be with them, get closer WHATVER I JUST THOUGHT I WAS REALLY WEIRD

1st girl i remember having actual feelingz for was when i was arround idk 6-7years old, her name was mariana. what really got me going about her wasn't how pretty she was, but really her smile cause she had little dimples and i thought it was cute, the way she was quirky..left me fascinated like she was strange forreal but sooo funny, so i would try really hard to impress her, 2 the point i failed math class because i knew she was also bad at math and by doing that i'd be able 2 get in private classes, by her side, same class..just da two of us.. BTW SHE DIDNT GAVE A SHIT ABOUT ME BUT I WAS SOOO IN LOVE

whenever i heard my friends talk abt boys they had a crush on i wanted 2 kms in front of them cause I COULDN'T POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY SAW IN BOYS so i felt like a freak most of da time.. funny now but back then it was terrifying 2 get asked who i had a crush on cause i didn't thought about boys, i just thought about other girls but couldnt say shit, oh so men.. what is there 2 say about them? 😹😹 they were just there, growing up, bois had a thing 4 me and i would get weirded out by it, i was just indifferent, i had many friends who were bois, would hang out with them just normal. boys did wanted me to be their gf which is insane bc i got asked out like 3 times by these men and i could nawt evr possible feel the same, so ive rejected a lot of men in dis lifetime..its funny looking back how t fuc i pulled men looking the way i look tf maybe they were all gay and confused or they were into lesbianz i dont Fuckin know okay alexa play pink triangle by weezer..

when i was around 14-15, i had this thing with this straight girl in highschool, we almost kissed at some point but she said she had a crush on this man.. and i cried a lot likee that one brought me 2 my knees i was down bad..i even tried 2 hook them up because i jst wanted 2 stop crying over her n get over with it quickly (will byers moment) when i thought i got over it because i was like naahh i can't be doing this gay shit anymore cause all i do is fall for these straight gurls im not a dyke can Gawd just make me straight already gawd pleasee ( internalized homophobia? who tf knows i did spent 1 year in a catholic school and YES I DID FALL FOR MY 48YO BIBLE STUDIES TEACHER ) anyways thee straight girl found me at a supermarket one year later.. we we're not in highschool anymore..mind you i was with my niece there and SHE SAW ME getting all shy in front of her and then later my niece was like itz okay if ur gay..a dyke whtv i was just wondering how i could make myself dissapear that day. da straight girl was like hiiii..how are youu.. SHE ONLY SAID THAT and all those feelings came back, her name was debora, never saw again, lost her contact. gawd bless her soul. hope her and her man have beautiful kids 2gether👍

#thanks 4 asking anon #what was it like 4 you tho?#i never had a “realization” i just accepted ( tried to )#I HAD 2 THUG THAT SHIT OUT #seedavision #just_lesbo_and_real

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Ohhh my FAVOURITE part of the weekend 😍 16 and 19 please, maybe Rooster with severe tonsillitis or something

*rubs hands together* you KNOW I'm gonna write a tonsillitis fic!!

16. "Can you talk?" and 19. "You can just nod, but I need you to answer me."

Imagine Rooster not being able to insult Hangman right back. Pfft. It would be a very quiet week.

Sorry these are so late, moving sucks lmao. I'm moving from my home town to the nearest capital city which is five hours away via car. And I have a lot of shit to move. Also, my mum hates driving so I do a majority of it. Funny how that works.

Actually, come to think of it, I'd be down to go for a drive with Rooster. Anyone else?

dOWN BOY-

After the whole we-nearly-died-mission, the team decided as much as they loved shirtless beach football, they had to get out of the Californian heat for a while. No one was really sure how or why, but Phoenix eventually mentioned that her family had a cabin in Colorado that was hardly ever used and they all leapt at the chance to get out for a bit.

Maverick had decided to stay behind, too busy rekindling his romance with Penny and coming to terms with the fact that he'd just lost his best friend but managed to find common ground with Bradley after nearly twenty years.

The Daggers all packed up and flew out the second it hit December 1st, a couple months after the mission and they'd all managed to get additional time off to recover. It was only 2 hours by plane but they all seemed to white-knuckle through the commercial flight. Phoenix winced at one point when Bob's grip on her hand started to hurt and he immediately apologised but she switched seats with Fanboy so he and Bob could be scared together.

"Hey, do you know what would be really funny?"

Phoenix glanced at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are you thinking?"

"We're all going to have to bunk together; why don't we put Rooster and Hangman together?"

"Last man standing? Really, Coyote?" Phoenix hissed. Coyote laughed, frantically shaking his head.

"No, no! They haven't talked much since we came off the carrier. Might be a good chance for them to figure their shit out."

Phoenix shook her head.

"Rooster hasn't said much of anything, he's got his own shit to work through. I don't think he and Hangman will ever be best buddies again."

"It couldn't hurt. Besides, they hate it that much we'll both have spare beds in our rooms."

"An ambulance is, like, three hours away," Phoenix warned. Coyote shrugged.

"We're all Navy. What could possibly go wrong?"

Famous last words, Coyote.

When they got to the cabin they all unpacked quickly. To everyone's surprise Jake and Bradley didn't complain or even really comment on the fact that they got roomed together via gentle bullying from everyone else. They changed into warmer clothing and agreed quickly to head out for the slopes nearby. Phoenix was walking out the door when she felt an arm hook over her shoulders.

"Was that your doing?" Rooster asked. Phoenix shrugged innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Hm."

He chose not to continue the conversation but didn't go that far either. His nose was already tinted pink from the cold, not used to the snow. To be fair Jake and Javy were out of sorts too with the cold. Texas men.

"So, what's up your ass?"

Rooster jumped at the way Hangman came into the bedroom. He was wiped after a full day of snowboarding, his first time in about a year. He'd done a lot of it in Japan. Hangman, as he usually did, took to snowboarding and skiing like a fish to water, completely at ease as he got the hang of it.

No pun intended.

"Fuck off, Hangman," Rooster snapped. He heard footsteps approaching his side and immediately raised his arm up just in case Hangman tried to touch him. He was so not in the mood.

"Hey, whoa! Chill out. Look, we don't have to talk about our shit. I just- you're going through a lot. Reconnecting with Maverick, losing Admiral Kazansky-"

"-don't say his name. You don't get to say his name."

"He was important to you, Rooster. I know that much."

Rooster kept his back turned. He could feel Hangman backing off.

"I'm sorry, Bradley."

Then he was gone, and Rooster gripped the clean clothes he'd been pulling out of the drawers a little tighter.

He was going to shower, and then he was going to find something to drink. His throat was scratchy from the freezing air.

After showers and dinner, Phoenix managed to find the Cards Against Humanity pack in the living room and they all crowded around the coffee table to play. It had been brought back from Australia so it was particularly disgusting, enough to make Fanboy blush and Payback giggle. Unsurprisingly, Hangman was winning.

"Dude," Fanboy gaped, "that is disgusting."

"What can I say?" Hangman grinned, "it's my charm. Don't expect it from me and it's ten times worse."

"Yeah, no, we expected it. Pick the next black card, dude, let's go," Payback said. Hangman reached for the box, pausing before he read it out.

"Hey, Rooster, maybe you should hit the sack," he suggested tentatively. Rooster, sitting on the floor resting against Coyote's shin, stirred and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

"No, I'm good, let's go. Give me the scotch."

"You're such an old man," Bob chuckled as he passed over the scotch. Rooster swigged, wincing internally at the burn in his throat. Part of it was the alcohol, considering you should never swig scotch, the other part his throat that was becoming more sore as the night went on.

"Roo, your card?" Phoenix prompted. He tossed a card down at the last minute, adding it to the pile. Everyone listened to Hangman read out the options (something about sloppy blowjobs out the back of a fast food place?? Great). He quickly decided the best (worst) card and Fanboy yelled in delight at his win. When Coyote felt Rooster's head lean against his leg a little more he glanced down, raising an eyebrow.

"No shame if you want to go to bed, Roo," he said softly. Rooster waved him off.

"I'm good."

"You sure?" Coyote asked. Rooster shrugged.

"Actually, my throat kinda hurts. I think I'm just tired."

"You haven't said a lot... y'know, since... since the mission."

"Javy, man, you and I are cool, but I don't want to talk about the mission."

"If not with me, talk with Phoenix, or Maverick-"

"-Javy. Let it go, man."

Coyote shut his mouth, sharing a look with Phoenix across the room. She just shrugged.

"Night, Bradshaw."

"Fuck you, Bagman."

Ah, there he is. Truly, Jake might have been more snarky but Bradley could be downright bitchy when he felt like it. Jake snorted, rolling on to his side to face the wall. He could hear Bradley shifting around, and eventually the sound of clothes coming off.

"Please don't tell me you're sleeping naked."

"No?"

Jake's shoulders started shaking as he laughed.

"Roo, do you remember- oh my god, I forgot about this- do you remember that one time, in flight school, you passed out drunk and naked in your bunk, and the CO barged in in the middle of the night and ripped the blankets off, screaming about the drill?"

Rooster hummed.

"I will never forget the look on that poor guy's face."

"Yeah? I'll never forget the look on yours."

They both laughed to themselves, and Jake finally rolled on to his back. He was glad to see Rooster was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, aren't you gonna be cold? It's freezing overnight."

"Not with the way Phoenix runs that fire."

They went quiet as Rooster climbed into bed himself, pulling the blankets to his chin.

"Rooster, listen... uh, I'm sorry. About your dad. And... bringing him up like that. Even if I did know the whole story it wasn't okay for me to talk about him like that."

In response Rooster snored.

He was wiped, apparently.

The team made their way into the kitchen gradually the next morning. As usual Bob was the only one sober so he made breakfast, which dragged Phoenix, Payback and Coyote out of bed. Fanboy came out next, still half asleep as Bob handed him a cup of fresh coffee and guided him to the massive island counter. Hangman appeared with the coffee smell wafting down the hallway, the only one dressed for the day in a henley and jeans.

"Oh my god, he is human," Bob whispered. Phoenix sniggered, elbowing his side.

"Morning Jake. Where's Bradley?" Javy began. Jake waved him off.

"Oh my god, he snores so loud. I don't remember him snoring like that in flight school. Is that coffee?"

"Sure is."

Natasha passed over a fresh cup. Jake inhaled it like it was Christmas.

"We should go into town, they do like Christmas stalls and shit from the first of December," Natasha suggested.

"Oh, that sounds so cool. Should we wait for Bradley?" Bob asked. Everyone agreed that was the way to go.

"I'll go and poke him, see if he wants to come," Phoenix said. She climbed off her chair at the island and immediately Hangman opened his mouth to make a short joke.

That earned him a glare from Bob.

Hangman didn't realise Bob could glare like that.

Rooster was still snoring when Phoenix carefully made her way into the room, pausing to give his shoulder a gentle shake.

"Hey, Roo," she began softly. He swatted at her and she dodged easily, squeezing his hand.

"You awake?"

He tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak. Natasha's eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

That same squeak, so she passed over his phone. He began to type then passed the device over.

Throat hurts.

"Can you talk?" Phoenix asked. He shook his head and she winced.

"Does anything else hurt?"

He shrugged, rolling back to face the wall. She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to talk. You can nod, but I need you to answer me."

He finally nodded and she sat on his legs when he shifted on to his back.

"Do you have a fever?"

Shrug.

She reached forward and felt along his jaw.

"Okay, that's not good. Go back to sleep, I’m gonna wrangle the guys and kick ‘em out. Good news; you don’t have to sleep with Hangman anymore. Don’t want him getting what you’ve got.”

Rooster nodded against his pillow. When Phoenix got up he moved on to his stomach, drawing his arm up under his pillow. His teeth clenched in pain and Phoenix patted his shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll get you some pain meds as well. Any preferences?”

He shook his head.

“Gotcha. Tylenol and another blanket.”

“Mm.”

“And I’m sure I can find you some soup.”

“Okay, Rooster is not joining us,” Phoenix said as she came down the hallway. Payback served up the last of the French Toast, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Bob asked, moving his piece around in the maple syrup.

“I dunno. A cold, maybe?”

“What makes you say that?” Fanboy frowned, accepting the carton of milk Coyote handed over when he asked for it.

“I think he’s got a fever, and his tonsils are swollen.”

“He also snored the house down last night,” Hangman added. He swigged the last of his coffee, getting up to rinse his mug out.

“It sounds exactly like something Rooster would do. Only he could get sick when he’s got time off. Is there anything we can get for him in town?” Bob offered.

“I think he just needs some more sleep and some meds.”

Natasha’s hands moved from her hips to steal Jake’s french toast. He let her, not even bothering to complain.

By the time the others left, Phoenix had managed to clean the kitchen, work out, and watch an episode of Criminal Minds (the others would kill her if she watched more than an episode ahead without them). She let Rooster sleep until lunch time and then woke him up, poking his hand from where it was hanging out from the blankets.

“Hey, you hungry?”

He shook his head and she rolled her eyes.

“Nod or shake your head. Does your throat still hurt?”

Nod.

“Okay. Do you still feel warm?”

Shake.

“Do you... want a hug?”

Nod. Then he poked out from the blankets to reach for Natasha.

“Ah, there he is. C’mere.”

Phoenix ran a hand through Rooster’s curls, grimacing.

“As cute as this is, you’re sweaty and gross. You gotta go back to sleep, sweat it out.”

She laughed at the response she got from him in the form of a middle-finger-salute.

“Okay, I gotcha.”

When Bob and the others got home the cabin was dead silent, save for the snoring from Bradley and Jake’s room.

“Tash?” Bob called, frowning as he walked around the cabin. Fanboy and Coyote were calling dibs on first showers and Hangman was quickly showing his Bagman side because he was tired.

“No, I don’t want to fucking shower last!” He huffed, “you assholes are gonna use all the hot water and I’ll be left with shrinkage!”

“Not that there’s a lot to shrink,” Bob muttered. That just seemed to piss Jake off more.

“Dude, do you need a nap?” Payback grinned. Coyote snorted and Bob rolled his eyes.

“Has anyone seen B or Tash?” Bob asked. Everyone shook their heads.

“He might be asleep. It could be tonsillitis,” Fanboy suggested.

“Oh, poor bastard. I had that when I was, like, ten and my mom fed me soup until I puked which only made it worse,” Bob offered.

“I had it when I was seventeen, and I moved five hundred head of cattle with my older brother and my little sister,” Jake hummed.

The rest of the team stared between the two of them.

“Is there something you two need to get off your chests?”

“Nope, that would be my twin brother,” Bob deadpanned. The door down the hallway opened and Phoenix appeared.

“Hey, guys. Uh, how was town?”

“Bagman needs a nap and we found hot chocolate that tastes like scotch,” Coyote said. Phoenix burst out laughing.

“Did you bring some back for me? I’m the one who said goodbye to getting shitfaced today.”

"Have you seriously just been cuddling his sweaty ass this whole time?” Fanboy laughed. Phoenix blinked, reaching for her phone.

“You guys left at 8am. At midday, I woke him up and offered food. He said no because his throat hurt. At 1pm, I woke him up again and managed to get him to take some more Tylenol. Props to me because his stomach was starting to hurt by then. By 3, Rooster had decided he’d had enough rest and he was ready to go skiing again. I caught him at the front door in shorts and a t-shirt. At 4-”

“-it’s quarter to 4-”

“-at 4, I’m going to go into that room again, tell him if he doesn’t eat something I’m going to be forced to call Maverick. We all know he’s going to crack the shits. If you’re not going to help me, fuck off and get drunk elsewhere because I’m not leaving my best friend behind.”

“Tash, wait. Hey, hold up.”

Unsurprisingly, Phoenix’s backseater was the first to step up.

“How can we help?” Bob asked. She squeezed his arm.

“You can do the 4pm check.”

“Okay, I can make dinner. Stew sound good?” Coyote offered.

“I’m down to help,” Hangman finally volunteered.

“We could make up the couch? Pretty sure it folds out. Maybe he’d like to be out here with the rest of us if he’s feeling up to it,” Fanboy said, gesturing between himself and Payback. Phoenix’s shoulders finally dropped a little.

“Great. I’m going to go and shower.”

4pm rolled around and Bob didn’t think about what he’d gotten himself into until it was too late to back out. Knocking hesitantly on the bedroom door he poked his head into the room.

“Hey, Rooster? You awake?”

The lump in Rooster’s bed didn’t move, but Bob could see the glow of his phone screen.

“Hey, Bob, that you?”

Bob shit his pants for a moment, glancing around the room looking for Maverick.

“He fell asleep, I didn’t want to leave him. He’s breathing really heavy though, did you guys listen to his chest?”

Carefully picking up Rooster’s phone, Bob took it off speaker and held it to his ear.

“Mav?”

“Hey, Bobby Boy. How’s it going over there, everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s going okay, but Rooster’s sick. Did he call you?”

“He did. Kept calling me dad, though, so I dunno if he’s with it all that much.”

“Oh no, he does that when you’re not around. I think it’s easier than saying my dead father’s best friend and also my father figure lowkey.”

“Lowkey?”

“Anyway. Uh, did he say anything useful?”

“No, sorry kid. Is he warm to the touch?”

Bob carefully placed his hand on the back of Rooster’s neck.

“Yeah, he’s hot, but my hands are cold and I think he’s also warm from sleep.”

Maverick hummed.

“Okay, well can you get some food and meds into him?”

Rooster blinked, stirring at the way Bob paced around the room. He saw Bob and closed his eyes again, apparently not stressed by Bob’s presence.

“I think he’s awake if you want to talk to him,” Bob whispered.

“He’s not saying a lot, but yeah I’ve got some things to say to him.”

“You got it, Captain.”

Bob nudged Rooster, offering the phone to him.

“Mav’s on the phone.”

Rooster put the phone on speaker, wincing as he tried to clear his throat.

“Hey, kiddo. Sounds like you had a good nap. Get some food into you, hm? I know it hurts but it’s probably the best thing for you.”

Rooster grunted. It didn’t make any sense to Bob.

“Yeah, I’m sure they can get you something warm to drink. Why don’t you ask Bob for some hot chocolate, or maybe some tea? Will you keep some tea down?”

Another grunt.

“Okay, that’s a no go on the tea. Hot chocolate it is then. No coffee for you, and go easy on the cocoa because I know your stomach hurts. Has Bob got some Tylenol for you? What about soup?”

“Hangman and Coyote are working on a stew, we could drain it and make a broth,” Bob offered.

“See, that sounds great. Plenty of nutrients and easy on your throat. Are you gonna take the Tylenol?”

Rooster sat up, Bob handing him his water bottle and the Tylenol.

“There ya go, get that in you. You’ll start feeling better soon kid, if you don’t feel better or it goes downhill overnight, go to the emergency room, okay?”

Silence.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

A snort.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll call you tomorrow night and we can see if you’re up to talking yet.”

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