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Daenerys Targaryen -- "The rightful heir." (part 3)

Daenerys Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: Tiryon Lannister asks his queen for a favor: to help his missing nephew in a questionable way and just as his sister; Cercei proclaims the iron throne. The favor is to save his nephew and create a union between the heir of the House Baratheon and the mother of dragons.

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Daenery's POV

Last night's talk with Y/n has never left my mind, every time I close my eyes the image of a broken boy both physically and emotionally comes to me. The way he spoke, moved and acted towards his mother is heartbreaking to me.

I never had the opportunity to be a mother to my little one, I was never able to hold him in my arms and enjoy him with his father Khal Drogo. But I do know that I would never, never have allowed anything to happen to my son, much less inflict that pain on him myself.

I am like this with my dragons, they are the only children I will have and I love them with all my heart. I couldn't bear that something bad happened to any of them and even less if it was my fault.

So I can't understand how Cercei, as a mother, has been able to be so cruel to her own child and leave so much to be desired as a healthy mother figure.

But what torments me the most is remembering his look when he told me about the promise and the reason why he can't marry me. It's not that I was looking forward to marrying him, but I accepted the proposal because it would help me reach the throne sooner and avoid many deaths thanks to that union.

And I have to admit that Y/n is a handsome man. It is something that I cannot deny, even when he is beaten, a little underweight and injured, the beauty of his face can be appreciated. Especially his incredible eyes and the combination of green and brown in those eyes.

Besides that by education, he has clearly received a good education and from what little I have seen, he has good manners. Therefore, he would not be the worst husband, after all; my own brother sold me to marry Drogo at first.

So getting married even if it's just a formality to get to the throne, with someone who speaks my language and who I know rape is not part of their culture, is not the worst thing that could happen to me.

But after seeing the pain and longing in his eyes, when he has spoken of his beloved. I understand you can't get married and have turned down the offer.

Anyway, right now I have other things to worry about more important and urgent than a denied marriage.

Right now I find myself looking out the window at the sea, from the map room and listening to the people behind me talking to each other.

Yara: If you want the throne, take it.- I listen as she tells me directly, so I turn to look at her. -We have an army, a fleet and three dragons. We can attack King's Landing now, with force, with everything we have. - she says with some anger in his voice. -The city will fall in one day.- she assures all those present.

Tyrion: If we free the dragons, tens of thousands of people will die in the fires.- he reminds her wisely.

Ellaria: It's a war.- she exclaims as if it were an excuse for the deaths. –If you have no stomach for it, then run to hide. - she says seriously.

Tyrion: I know how you fight wars. Here we do not poison girls.- He reproaches her with a certain resentment. -Myrcella was innocent.- he assures her and I can hear some pain in his voice.

Ellaria: She was a Lannister.- She excuses herself. -There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you.- she reproaches him with venom in her voice.

Daenerys: Enough is enough.- I ordered fed up with their attitudes. -Lord Tyrion is the hand of the queen and you will treat him with respect.- I remind her seriously. -I have not come to reign over ashes.- I clarify referring to the main conversation.

Olenna: I'm very glad to hear that.- The old lady sitting in front of me assures me. -Although, the truth is that I do not remember any queen more loved than my dear granddaughter. The populace adored her, the nobles adored her. And what's left of her now? - asks without any emotion. -Ashes. Commoners, nobles: they are but children, really. They will not obey you if they do not fear you.- she assures me with sincerity.

Daenerys: I thank you very much, Lady Olenna, for your advice; I thank you all.- I tell her sincerely. -But you have decided to follow me, I will not attack King's Landing; we will not attack King's Landing.- I clarify with all the seriousness in the world.

Olenna: And how do you plan to take the Iron Throne? Asking her please? - she asks me ironically and I look at my hand before saying anything.

Daenerys: I will lay siege to the capital, I will surround the city on all sides.- I tell them my plan. -Cercei will have the throne, but not food for her hosts or for her people.- I explain.

Tyrion: But we won't use Dothrakis or Immakulates.- he explains starting to move. -Cercei will try to recruit the lords of the west by appealing to their loyalty, their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we agree with her; our army must be from the west.- He finishes explaining the reason for their presence.

Ellaria: And we will contribute to the Westeros.- she points out.

Tyrion: That's right.- He agrees. -Lady Greyjoy will escort you to Sunspear and her iron fleet will transfer the Dornish army to King's Landing.- he tells as he moves the pieces on the map. -The Dornishmen will besiege the capital together with the host of Tyrell. Two great kingdoms united against Cercei.- He finishes explaining the plan.

Olenna: So your infallible plan is to use our armies.- she denies almost imperceptibly. -Forgive the question, but why did you bother to bring yours? - she asks with a certain arrogance.

Tyrion: The unsullied will have another objective.- he explains, moving a token on the map. -For decades the Lannisters have been the true power of Westeros. The seat of that power resides in Roca Casterley.- He tells and looks at me. -Grey Worm and the Unsullied will sail there and take it.- He ends up throwing the lion piece with the one from the Unsullied's helmet.

Olenna: And that is the complete plan? - asks with interest and some curiosity.

I look at my hand, watching him take a deep breath and looking at me for confirmation. Before the meeting started, I told him about the end of my talk with his nephew and about his support for my coronation.

Tyrion: It's not everything.- He denies with a sigh walking towards where King's Landing is on the map. -Nothing shows more the end of a reign, than your own son and rightful heir to the throne; supporting another queen and not thier own mother.- account creating expectation and intrigue in the room.

Ellaria: What do you mean by that? - she asks leaning forward, a clear sign of her interest and curiosity.

Tyrion: My nephew Y/n Baratheon, heir to the Iron throne, is in this castle and supports Daenerys's ascension to the throne.- he answers without hesitation. -There is nothing that demonstrates the end of Cercei's mandate more than that her own son being on the opposite side and demands the throne for Daenerys.- He finishes telling and I can see the astonishment on the faces of all those present.

But there is something different in Lady Olenna's face, I couldn't point out what feelings the news provokes and the reason for those feelings. What I can say is that a certain brightness has appeared in her eyes and I can't understand why.

Olenna: Y/n is here? - she asks directly to my hand and it nods. -I want to see him and talk to him right away.- she orders seriously.

Daenerys: Right now he is not completely available, he arrived very late last night and he needs to recover from the trip.- I answer seriously.

Olenna: I demand to see him and talk to him.- She orders again, getting up from her chair.

My gaze goes to my hand, which is looking at the old woman with sadness and something akin to understanding. There is something that Tyrion knows and I don't, and I do not like that.

Tyrion: I'll accompany you to your rooms so you can talk in private and calmly.- he tells her with a sigh, walking towards her and looking at me for a few seconds over his shoulder.

I watch as they disappear from the room, leaving the place completely silent and feeling an iota of annoyance inside me.

If I say no, it means no and Tyrion is nobody to override my decisions. I understand that it is his nephew, but his nephew is on my property and is not here to receive any kind of visits.

POV You

Tonight I had the opportunity to sleep a bit, although the nightmares kept coming back and I ended up waking up drenched in sweat. But the good thing is that at least I was able to sleep a couple of hours.

I stop looking out the window of my room, when I hear a knock on the door and look at the door alert. I swallow hard, allowing them into the room and watching my uncle enter.

Tyrion: How did you spend the night? - He asks me as soon as he enters the room.

Y/n: I've been able to sleep a bit.- I reply, turning my eyes towards the sea.

Tyrion: I'm glad to hear that.- I listen as he says from behind me. -But there is someone who wants to talk to you and I want to make sure that you agree to let her go to your rooms.- he informs me and I turn to see him confused.

Y/n: As long as it's not my mother.- I answer with some irony and some hidden fear.

Tyrion: If it were your mother, I'd already be dead.- He laughs, opening the door and waving to someone. -I'll leave you alone so you can talk in peace.- he says and as soon as I see the person who enters I stand completely straight.

Y/n: Lady Olenna.- I whisper somewhat incredulous at her presence.

Olenna: Dear Y/n, what have they done to you? - she asks in a whisper, approaching me and seeing the blows on my face; and the thinness of my body.

Y/n: You already meet my mother.- I answer with some venom.

Olenna: Of course I do, but I never imagined that she would do something like that to you.- She points to my face and I immediately realize my manners.

Y/n: How rude of me.- I say approaching to help her. -Would you like to sit down and have a glass of wine?- I asked, bringing her closer to the table.

Olenna: You know I never turn down an offer like that.- she comments with a certain humor, sitting down in one of the chairs next to the table and me facing me; while I serve the wine. -How are you dear? - she asks me after a few minutes in silence.

Y/n: I guess as good as I can be.- I answer with a guilty sigh. -After all, I'm alive.- I pursed my lips with some poison.

Olenna: That's good dear.- tries to cheer me up but I deny.

Y/n: I should be dead, me and not her or my brother.- I say sincerely, looking at my hands and avoiding her gaze at all costs.

Olenna: Don't say that. Y/n, Margaery would be happy if you're still alive and safe away from your mother.- she tries to comfort me.

Y/n: It's not true, I'm to blame for everything and I'm the one who should be dead.- I say honestly, feeling the itching in my eyes and the pain in my chest.

Olenna: That is not so, if there is someone who should be blamed and judged, it is your mother.- try to make me see; but I just shake my head.

Y/n: It's my fault, because if I had risen to the throne at the time, nothing that has happened since our return from Winterfell would have happened.- I deny feeling all the guilt inside me.

Olenna: No, it's not your fault and you have to stop beating yourself up for it.- She denies grabbing my hand. -Your mother is a manipulator and she is the only one who is to blame for everything that has happened. From the death of Edward Stark to that of my grandchildren and your lover.- She assures me and I look at her with shame.

Y/n: Did you know? - I ask with some embarrassment, since the last few months she was married to my brother and we were still having relationships.

Olenna: I would have to be very blind not to know.- She tells me with a smile, letting me know that she doesn't mind. -I just had to see how Margaery shone when she was by your side or talking about you and believe me when I tell you that I was happy for her.- She assures me sincerely with a sad smile.

Y/n: So the relationship i had with your granddaughter doesn't bother you? - I ask a little more calmly.

Olenna: Not at all dear.- she shakes his head. -She was happy with you, either in secret and behind closed doors. And I was happy that she was, so it gave me security to leave knowing that you would be by her side.- she comments and I look at her with sadness and guilt.

Y/n: And even so I couldn't do anything to save her.- I sighed feeling the first tear slide down my cheek.

Olenna: You saved her in more than one way dear.- she promises me. -She was happy with you, she felt safe and complete when you were together. To be honest, I would have given anything for you to have sat on the throne and married her, instead of being the lover.- She sighs with some sorrow.

Y/n: You know what's funny? - I ask ironically. -That before Tommen was named king, I promised Margaery that I would proclaim the throne and that I would marry her and her alone. So that way we could be together publicly and not keep hiding. - I tell her with a small sarcastic laugh. -And look where we are now.- I mumble with venom.

Olenna: And I'm sure you did what you could to get it.- she tells me with confidence. -But you are old enough to know that not everything goes as we want and there are times in life when dreams are just that: dreams.- she explains with sincerity and evident experience.

Y/n: I know, but that won't stop me from keeping my promise and I'll stay true to your granddaughter until the day I die.- I say with all the confidence in the world, looking into her eyes and trying to make her see my sincerity .

Olenna: And what will happen the day you fall in love again? - She asks me with some curiosity.

Y/n: It won't happen.- I deny immediately.

Olenna: But what if it happens? If you meet a great woman and end up falling in love with her? - she asks with a sigh.

Y/n: Nothing, because I will keep my promise and be faithful to Margaery; just as we talked about it.- I stand with my answer.

Olenna: And do you think my granddaughter would agree with that? - She asks me raising a eyebrow. -Because let me tell you that she wouldn't be happy, knowing that you can rebuild your life and you're not going to do it just because of a promise you made to her.- She assures me with a frown.

Y/n: That promise is the only thing I have left from Margaery.- I whisper feeling my heart beat painfully.

Olenna: Your memories with her are what you have left, don't tie yourself to a promise where you will suffer and my granddaughter will also see how you refuse to love again.- she tells me with an affectionate voice. -Margaery would have wanted you to love again, to fall in love again and be able to enjoy the experience. She would have wanted you to get married and have children, because you deserve it dear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile at my happy memories with her.

Y/n: And how are you so sure of it, how do you know that she wouldn't mind if I rebuilt my life? - I ask her, really needing an answer.

Olenna: Because she loved you and you always wish the best to those people you've loved.- She answers me with an affectionate smile.

Y/n: I loved her too.- I assure her looking towards the ceiling so as not to cry.

Olenna: I know dear, I know.- She tries to comfort me. -And she knew it too, so don't stay in the past and give yourself the freedom to feel love again for someone other than your family.- she whispers and releases my hand, taking off a gold ring from her finger. -I think this should be yours.- she gives me the ring of the rose and I stare at it with teary eyes.

Y/n: How did you get it? - I ask caressing the rose with my thumb.

Olenna: I had it when she died and I think it belongs more to you than to me.- she answers me and I smiled, when I remember the first time I saw the ring and on whose hand.

Y/n: I still remember how beautiful she looked the day I met her, she was wearing that light blue dress with sleeves and she only had the upper part of her hair tied back.- I tell her looking at the ring. -I remember the touch and warmth of her hand in contrast to the one with the ring, when she introduced herself to me and I kissed her hand.- I remember now feeling only the coldness of the gold of the ring.

Olenna: And that's why I'm giving you the ring.- She explains with a loving smile. -Besides, I'm sure she would have wanted it that way.- she nods, pointing to the ring.

Y/n: Thank you very much Lady Olenna.- I sincerely thank you.

Olenna: It's nothing, boy.- she denies, dismissing it as unimportant. -But now I have to go, since I have to go to the upper garden and help Queen Daenerys to defeat your mother.- she says, carefully getting up from her chair.

Y/n: It has been a pleasure to speak with you again Lady Olenna.- I assure her walking with her towards the door of my bedroom.

Olenna: I can say the same dear.- she tells me with a smile. -We'll see each other again soon and we'll make sure to do justice to my granddaughter.- she nods confidently.

Y/n: We'll do it for her.- I nod watching as she disappears behind the door.

I'm left alone in the room again, but this time with less weight on my shoulders and something physical to tie Margaery to. I look at the ring in the palm of my hand with a sad smile, bringing it closer to my lips and leaving a light kiss on the rose.

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A week had passed since my conversation with Olenna and I can say that she had been very helpful. I no longer felt the remorse I had at first and the guilt was not so great.

With each night, I was able to sleep a couple more hours and I could begin to see my body gradually return to its original physical form. Two days after the conversation, the queen allowed me to start moving around the castle and revoked the order of complete rest.

Which has made the following days more entertaining, since now I spend the day exploring the castle and its surroundings. While at night, I talk to the queen and that allows us to get to know each other better.

Which is great, because even though I trusted my uncle; I don't personally know Daenerys and I need to know that she is really worthy of the throne.

But there is something that I have been doing for a couple of days and that absolutely nobody knows. Three days ago from today, I went out to the cliff behind the castle after eating and sat looking at the sea thinking about everything that had happened lately.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize someone had joined me on the cliff and stood behind me. I only realized when I started to feel hot air on my back and when I turned around there it was.

The cream-colored dragon with orange, red and gold details staring at me just inches away. I have to admit that I almost fell off the cliff because of the fright, but after a few moments I was able to calm down and I was watching the dragon.

At no time did I move, since I did not want to alert him and have him attack me. So I let him move and put his nose in my hand sniffing me. When I saw that it was safe, i started stroking his face as best I could.

And that's what I've been doing for three days. And what I'm doing right now.

Right now I am sitting on the grass, with my back against the dragon's neck and caressing the side of his face next to me.

Y/n: Do you think this war will turn out well? - I ask the dragon, even knowing that he is not going to answer me and I am surprised when I receive a noise from him. -I only hope that my mother is not stupid and gives up.- I sigh, closing my eyes for a few moments, to enjoy the silence and the light breeze hitting my face.

Denerys: So this is where you've been running to after eating.- I hear her voice and widen my eyes completely surprised by her presence.

Y/n: Only the last few days.- I admit a bit embarrassed, since the dragons are theirs and here I am practically lying on one.

Denerys: I'm surprised that Viserion is so comfortable with you.- she comments walking towards us and stopping in front of the dragon's head. -Although the reality is that he is the most calm, affectionate and trusting of his brothers.- she tells me caressing his nose.

Y/n: I didn't want to bother you.- I apologize getting up from the ground immediately.

Denerys: You don't bother me, on the contrary.- she tries to reassure me. -If Viserion is so comfortable with you, it means that you can be trusted and I don't have to distrust you.- She assures me with a small smile and I can't help but notice how beautiful she is.

Y/n: The truth is that it wasn't planned.- I admit, looking away from her smile. -I came here to see the sea and by the time I realized he was behind me.- I explain and she nods slowly.

Denerys: And have you met his brothers? – she ask curiously and I simply deny. -Come.- I gave in and begin to walk around the place behind her.

I just follow her and watch how the wind gently moves her hair. We walked not much more than two minutes, when I look in front of me and stop walking abruptly.

In front of me are two more dragons, a green one the same size as Viserion and a black one even bigger and darker.

I swallow hard as they both look over at us and immediately growl at me as they walk over to me. Somewhat scared I take two steps back, bumping into something and turning to see the face of the cream dragon behind me.

I look forward again, when I hear growls again and this time even closer. I swallow hard, beginning to pray in my mind and wish my death isn't painful.

But I am surprised, when the dragon behind me steps forward, placing me between his front legs and growls back at his brothers. I open my eyes in shock, staring at the completely surprised face of the queen and mother of dragons.

Daenerys: The biggest one is Drogo, I called him that in honor of my late husband and the green one is called Rhaegal who together with Viserion were called in honor of my brothers.- she informs me standing in front of the biggest one and raising her hand in the air silencing it.

Y/n: I think they don't like me very much.- I comment taking a step forward and leaving my hidding between the dragon's legs.

Daenerys: They are not usually very friendly with strangers, but if Viserion likes you; sooner or later they will accept you and stop being so aggressive with you so to speak.- she assures me with a charming smile full of emotion.

Y/n: If they don't eat me before.- I murmur and listen to how she laughs at my comment.

Daenerys: Don't worry, I won't let them eat you.- she assures me with a certain humor.

Y/n: That calms me down a lot.- I say with some irony and fun.

Daenerys: We expect a visit soon.- she informs me while caressing the nose of the reddish black dragon. -And I want you to be present in the throne room with me.- she asks me and I nod with a smile.

Y/n: I would love it.- I accept and see how a smile adorns her face and a certain reddish color appears on her cheeks, but I don't give it any importance.

Daenerys: Then let's get going to the castle.- she tells me walking towards me and threading her arm with mine. -Besides, from what your uncle told me, you already know our guest.- she tells me as we start to walk and I get curious.

Y/n: And can I know who it is? - I ask with obvious curiosity, causing her to laugh and squeeze my forearm in response.

Daenerys: No, you'll have to wait and see with your own eyes.- she replies amused, because of the slight pout I put on her answer.

I just shake my head, continuing our walk to the castle and the throne room. A room that I haven't entered yet, because it gives me respect and I didn't want to cross any line by entering it. But now I can only think of who the guest could be, who I know would come to Dragonstone and support Queen Daenerys against my mother.

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Summary: A small 'What If' where Bob never really wanted to be a cannibal and eat somebody but eyes told him to, or like possessed him to do so. Now what happens if his s/o finds him in a bloody situation?

Warning: Blood, some gore(?), angst, death, mentions of cannibalism, drama.

A/N: Hopefully this was good. this plot came off of the top of my head and wrote it at 2 am — lemme know how it was! :) Prolly will rewrite this or sumn in the future.

It was late in the afternoon as you closed up your own shop. You had you're own business in town while your husband had his. He had insisted and proposed his idea of you and him working together side by side as owners many times but you always politely declined, wanting to continue your own business.

Being the understanding man that he was, of course he understood that you wanted to have your own work. But his offer still stands.

Locking the shop up, you sighed happily, ready to come home to Bob again.

With a smile, you walked through your usual route back home as you recalled recent memories of you and him. If you were being honest with yourself, Bob had been acting odd this week. He hadn't played with Lila or Jaune for a while like he used to do every afternoon break.

You were sure he hasn't even spoke to them for a while now. They had asked you about it this morning, sadness all over their face.

Bob had also been a bit distant, paranoid even.

You really did plan to ask him about it but things got in the way and whenever you did, he always shrugged your questions away like it was nothing.

A frown formed on your lips as you neared your house. You reached into your bag, searching for the key. As you finally found your key, you inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door.

And in it's result, it creaked open.

The familiar scent of your own home made it's way to your nose. You stepped inside and closed the door as you call out your husband's name.

“Bob?” You called. “Honey?”

No answer.

He isn't home.

You sighed heavily, placing your coat onto the coat hanger. Maybe you could make dinner for tonight while waiting for him? Maybe listen to some news to pass the timr?

With that, you went off to your kitchen, finding a radio to turn on. As soon as you found one, you began to make a favorite meal you and your husband loved as the man on the radio began to speak.

Chopping up the ingredients, your head was lost in space as you thought to yourself. The sounds of radio chattering had blended into the background.

What if Bob had gotten an extra shift? Or a sudden big order?

Or worse?

You shouldn't think about that. You caught yourself scratching at the thought.

Before you could fall even deeper into the well, your ears practically perked up at the radio's news;

“At the time of 5:33 pm, 4 people have gone missing this week. I repeat, 4 people. I request you all to keep yourselves tucked in your homes an-”

You gulped as you shut out the radio noise once again.

4? 4 people? You couldn't believe that. Everyone in this town knew each other's names. There's no way crimes like kidnapping or murder could be rising now.

Still, shaken in shock and fear, you decided to call Bob. Just to warn him.

Placing the knife down with the chopped ingredients, you washed your hands before walking over to a nearby phone.

You dialed his number and waiting for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.

'He must be busy,' you thought.

"Hey there, sweetheart, just wanted to call in to check up on ya. I was listening to the news today and just wanted to warn you that apparently four people have gone missing this week. Im just worried for our safety, especially yours, right now. Call me back soon, hun."

You tapped on the end call button before proceeding to go back to work.

9pm.

You were anxious. It had been roughly 3 to 4 hours. Bob was supposed to come through that door like a proud grills owner and maybe even scoop you up with a smooch.

You're anxiety had grew from extreme worry alongside the thought of the harsh reality that life bestows upon people had finally reached your husband.

The dinner you had prepared had already gone cold hours ago. There, sitting, in the dimly lit dining room as the moonlight shone through the gap between the two cream colored curtains that blocked most of the view of the window.

And yet not a piece of your meal had been touched.

No, you couldn't eat without Bob's warm presence. The sweet smile he gives you everytime you placed his plate in front of him even though he insist he'd cook.

You lost your appetite.

You then had decided to go look for him, you brought a flashlight, your phone, your coat and a scarf. It would be cold at this time of night.

Turning off the lights to your home, you stepped out of your home once more. The freezing air hit your face as you walked. You winced but kept your pace. The only thing that kept you going was your husband.

Familiar faces walked on the cold concrete sidewalks. Passing by without another thought. Some waved at you, maybe even shared a hello, but you only could nod or hum as you swallowed your pain.

Your eyes darted to the wedding ring on your finger as you scrunched your brows together in worry. Memories flowing back to you.

Soon, you finally hit the block the restaurant was built upon.

But — it was already closed.

True fear started rise within you. You could feel something in your throat. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. A misty fog in shape of your breath manifested due to the cold air.

Clang!

A loud metallic noise was heard from an alleyway just beside the restaurant.

If you weren't petrified with fear, you were now. In other times, you would have dismissed this as a cat or possibly some homeless guy going through junk. Either way, checking it out wouldn't be the first thing you would do.

Suddenly, you could hear soft cries. Maybe wails.

Hurt washed over you. Why?

... You hesitated ... Yet you did it anyway.

You called out.

"Hello?" Voice quivering from the cold and terror. "Anyone there? Bob?"

You didn't even wanna hear a reply. Or even another sound. Eyes darted towards the sky, capturing the bright moon above you as it shined down on you as you choose to step an inch forward towards the dark alley.

Ashort yet pained cry escaped a person's throat.

It called out to you. Almost asking for help — asking to confirm if you were really there.

"G..Gumdrop?" The sound of your fiance's voice and the use of your pet name immediately raised your heart rate. The feeling of relief washed over you. He wasn't dead, or missing.

You quickly ran into the corner, taking the flashlight out of your pocket. It was dark and you could barely see anything.

The flashlight clicked and the light beamed bright from it. You shined the light onto the direction ahead of you, too excited to see Bob again that why he was there in the first place hadn't registered in your mind yet.

"Bob, I—" The small smile on your face quickly turned into one that of pure horror. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar as you stood in place. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Hand gripping tight on the flashlight as the other end of the glowing beam of light landed on Bob's kneeling figure, watching you.

He was towering over something — someone. Blood flowing close to where you stood. A gun by it's side on the ground.

The body had been missing an entire arm and a shoulder as they clearly died due to blood loss. It looked like it was ripped right off.

You saw him there, trembling, blood all over his face and hands of which he brought closer to his face, as if trying to hide himself from your gaze.

You should have been running! Backing away as you call him a monster. He killed somebody for Christ's sake!

But you saw the horrified look, the shock in his eyes. As if he was being forced to do something he didn't like. His once calming eyes had turned to one of bright cyan.

He mumbled out your name accompanied by many unintangible words of what you could assume was apologies.

Bob looked away, "A-Ahm sorry, gumdrop. It, It made me do it." His voice was filled with dread and regret. He wanted you to look away. "Ah.. couldn't control.."

He looked more terrorized than you. It made you want to just go to him and hug his figure to comfort him.

"Bob, Bob.. What- What happened?" Voice trembled and hands shook while you continue to scan his barely covered face, hoping he was telling the truth. Your feet were glued to the ground and yet you could feel your legs shake.

"Please, go." He pleaded. Bob looked at you, his hands moved away from his face.

You were mighty scared, yes, but you didn't follow his pleas. In fact, you did the exact opposite; you stepped closer. Your legs still felt wobbly but that's what your body thought was right at the time.

Bob shook, Why'd you come closer? More incoherent words fell out of his mouth.

You continued to come closer to him. Your face was filled with fear and worry. But that wasn't going to stop you now, was it?

"Gumdrop, please." He almost begged.

"No." You stood your ground. "I'm not going to leave you here.

Bob blinked in confusion. "Ah ate somebody.. ahm a monster."

"Not to me." You were at least four steps away from him, flashlight still in hand. The freezing air didn't bother you anymore, especially that you had something more important to tend to.

Bob looked away again, attempting to hide his bloody face from your eyes.

"Look at me." You ordered yet your tone was soft. He obliged. "If you were a monster, would you hurt me? Or anybody on purpose?"

You gulped at the question you gave him. Maybe you were too confident.

"No! Why would I ever hurt ya, gumdrop?" Bob's tone was filled with hurt. Why would you ever think that? Were you really that afraid of him? But how could you ever come back to him after what he's done?

"Then you're not a monster." You came to a conclusion. You were much closer to Bob now, about an arm's reach. "You're scared. You didn't want to do it."

Your lips trembled and your eyes pricked with tears. "There's an explanation and I know it. I might not understand it right now but I'm not going to stop loving you."

Your husband's eyes stared into yours. He was searching for a lie, a catch. That you were just playing with him.

But he couldn't find it.

He muttered something that you couldnt hear. You asked him to repeat himself.

"Even if Ahm like this?" His breath hitched.

"Even if You're like this." You're hand touched his shoulder, feeling the soft cloth of his red sweater, not minding the sticky blood on his torso and arms. You couldn't bare to leave him like this, in a dark place. Metaphorically and physically. You couldn't just run away and make his life worse.

Bob couldn't bare to lose you.

You coaxed him to stand up. You were going to help him, no matter how fucked up this is. Even if it means cleaning up the victim's body.

He obliged and stood up, returning to his full height as he looked down at you with doubt. His eyes were still of a cyan color. You're absolutely clueless but you know it wasn't his fault.

"Why?" Bob whispered to you. "Why didn't ya just go home, darlin'?"

You smiled sadly at him. "Home is where the heart is. And by God, Bob, it resides with you."

#Bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month x reader #x reader #tw blood mentions #tw cannibalism #tw angst #au #spooky month au

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kiss2012 · 25 days

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i have too many 911 lb thoughts and i was trying to keep it in my notes but it’s too long already

i saw basically all of the shooting in gifs but somehow that did not prepare me for it at all. also the one part i didn’t see in gifs is buck rolling under the fire truck to pull eddie out and i am so glad i watched that for the first time without having seen it before.

are you hurt being the first and only thing eddie says when he’s the one bleeding out is insane.

one of the hottest eddie moments by far has been when he’s telling buck about the will wearing a slutty v-neck with his saint christopher medal on full display. i genuinely can’t stop thinking about it.

MAY GRANT MY FOREVER GIRL. love her and harry’s relationship. i actually get so emotional thinking about them from season 1 to them now

buck is so annoying sometimes and i love him so bad despite and actually especially because of it

speaking of which every day im dreaming of buck’s s4 hair. buck’s s4 hair pls come back to me i miss you.

ravi most beautiful perfect man ever. i need him to be a main immediately

brawl in cell block 9-1-1 is fucking INSANE. both buck and eddie make the exact same face when the other is being searched it’s a millisecond of a look but it says SO MUCH about how they feel about the other being stripped of weapons. and then when christopher is brought up eddie is so afraid he shuts down completely while buck gets immediately impulsively angry about the possibility that christopher could be hurt. jesus christ.

CAN THEY PLEASE BRING UP THE WILL. hey eddie remember how you said your son goes to buck if you die. um did you ever think about how buck is just as likely as you if not more likely to die on the job. and did you decide no i don’t care about the risks it has to be him anyway. but now u are in a situation where you might both die. SO MAYBE WE COULD DISCUSS THAT NOW.

omg the paramedic from chimney begins is back

karen and eva confrontation is delicious tbh

they seriously need to start reconciling the random procedural case parts of the show with the other main characters so that i can bring myself to care about any of it, or just stop giving that so much screen time. i vastly prefer when we get storylines about humanity and connection

everything in its right place playing…

IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT THE MONTAGE OF EVERYONE HELPING MICHAEL PROPOSE TO DAVID

NOOOOOO MICHAEL AND DAVID ARE LEAVING AND THEY’RE NOT COMING BACK IM SO SAD at least they gave them a good send-off but :((((((

omg this lesbian who can’t drive and her love interest driving instructor. new favourite call <3

YELL AT EVERYONE’S REACTIONS TO BOBBY AND ATHENA’S ROLEPLAY I LOVE THEM

who is the driver of the fire truck. do we ever learn who this person is??? imagine having to sit there awkwardly just listening to everyone talking about their personal problems?

#911 lb

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allthingsfook · 1 year

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u are so lovely for doing ships and if you’re still doing them i would love one!

im about 5’10” and of pretty average/lanky build! i have brown eyes and looong light brown hair (it’s my pride and joy)! not sure if this helps but i’m a scorpio sun aries moon aquarius rising! i am definitely outgoing and love to make people laugh and just be in groups! i am a pretty creative gal, i love to draw, paint, etc and it’s been an outlet for me for as long as i can remember. i am a big outdoors girl as well (mountains over beach sorry) and i love to spend time outside whether it’s hiking or swimming or just lounging in the sun like a lizard lol. i’m currently very focused on my academics but when i have time i love to read and i’m sad i don’t get to as much anymore. i’m kind of a nervous person and definitely more of a rule follower but i wish i was more spontaneous. my friends are extremely important to me and i put a lot into the relationships i have with others. my love languages are acts of service (giving) and quality time/words of affirmation (receiving)! i also love little brain games and stuff like crosswords, sudoku, etc!!

Good morning sweet Anon!!!!

I ship you with….

Josh 🏔️🐻🍁 (specifically outdoorsy Josh)

I think Josh would be obsessed with your hair just as much as you are; always playing with it and combing his fingers through it. Imagine the way he’d gawk at you when you take your hair out of a bun or poneytail….it flouncing and blowing in the breeze. Oh he’d melt over you!

Scorpio ♏️ and Taurus ♉️ :

83% love compatibility

84% sexual compatibility

85% friendship compatibility

77% communication compatibility

Look at those high scores!!!! 👀👀 You both are good listeners. You both value spending quality time together, whether it’s talking about philosophy or entertainment, discussing your favorite novels, or delving into each others inner struggles.

Sounds like you and Josh are quite similar in how you interact. When you are with a trusted group of friends, especially as close as Josh and the boys are, you are outgoing, humorous, and care free. When it comes to mingling with strangers or being in situations outside of your comfort zone, you both tend to be more reserved and level-headed.

As Josh recently mentioned, he hardly spends time in his home, but maybe you could be the reason he works so much harder to make it a priority. Because of his high energy personality, doing arts/crafts at home would be so fitting for the both of you. I can see the both of you taking turns painting portraits of each other. Josh taking an avant garde approach, and you pretending to be offended.

Now… outdoorsy Josh! Nature is where he is most authentically himself and when you get to share that time with him, you remember why you love him with all your being. He is so beautiful when he speaks about the world and the passion he has for preserving it. Going on a hike, he’s wonderstruck by the incredible views and scampering wildlife. He is so innocent and calm when he’s enjoying the outdoors. 🌲🦔⛺️

If one person could help you become more spontaneous, that’s Josh! I can imagine him softly waking you up on a weekend. His hair frizzy and eyes still groggy. He’d propose that you take a day trip somewhere, and when you ask him where, he has no idea! He then would go onto ramble about how it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a destination, it’s all about the trip there. His words are so inspiring that you agree! You dress and pack for the day, hop in his Jeep, and you are on your way!!!

Acts of service is extremely in line with Josh. The way his vocal coach wrote about his experience on Josh’s birthday was a great example. Although, it was Josh’s birthday and he should be the one receiving all the gifts, he was so attentive toward his guests. He had curated a whole day to make everyone feel special and have a good time. Aside from material things, all the boys have been extremely passionate about raising money and giving to charities. So much so that their fan base has taken it upon themselves to fundraise and donate to those causes without prompting from the boys. Josh took such care dedicating performances and songs to a fan with cancer. He has the biggest heart and it shines through in everything. I think the both of you could bond tremendously over that. As much as Josh would remind you that YOU have the biggest heart, you’d be so quick to remind him how amazing he is!

I hope you enjoyed your ship!!!! Pls let me know what you think 💚💚

#greta van fleet #gvf #peaceful army #gvf ships #gvf imagine #greta van fluff #josh gvf #josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka

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sumarmz · 6 days

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I'm feeling emo so I'm gonna list things I rlly like so I remember life is very snazzy everyone pay attention bc I am always right so everything I like must be amazing

-Roses in bodies of water like omgggg especially like pink toned red roses with fairly lights in lakes aughhhh help

-Vanilla icecream when it has those little black bits omg

-my crush bc they're so cute and pretty and I want to hold her hand

-Those friendship bracelets that are the shade of each friends eyes like that's so cute stop I'm gonna combust

-Waterstones. Like I moved a while ago so I haven't been to waterstones yet but it's so ethereal it's literally got a cafe attached to it and it's so pretty

-my iMedia coursework, like slay me I ate on that did so good I got the best score in both the year 10 and year 11 classes 🙏🙏

-My epic freunds I've only known them for like 5 months but I'm the happiest I've ever been with them they're the only people who I'm 100% myself with it's so freeing

-This specific lip gloss that i do not own but its like drop desd gorgeous and only about 6 quid on yesstyle (I will probably never buy it anyway)

- jet black hair/dark hair in general. Just propose to me atp

-Those jelly crystal things they look like they have the peeeerfect texture and one thing about me is I crave textures not taste and I've been craving that texture my whole life

-My new friend who texts like the Snapchat ai he's so goofy

-Lin Manuel Miranda

-Musicalssss

-specifically hamilton

-My zesty English teacher whose so millenial coded, wants pet snails, "has no shame" (he said that himself) and let's me and my mate harass him after class

-My iMedia, Business and tutor teacher whose literally my mom guys she breeds dogs and she has a pet dog called Gilly who looks like a human and her daughters a lesbian too and said daughter helped me with my iMedia work 💔💔💔

-My ugly ass birds

-Black cats

-Handmade gifts, I have a bunch (three) of crochet gifts that I do absolutely nothing with but I refuse to let anyone touch it because and keep them all pretty and neat bc someone made that for me

-PINKKKK

-pink again I live pink

-Marina as in Marina and the Diamonds

-Mitski

-People enjoying my baking

-People enjoying my art

-People who enjoy me

-My little cousins who I see as little brothers and mean the world to me like if I kms whose gonna be there for them 🤨🤨

-When my crush sends me audios/videos of them speaking or singing or whatever (I could listen to them for hours on end) I'm literally shaking as I write this guys oh my god I love her

-My history teacher whose always insulting me like omg leave me alone you little rat maybe she should be nicer to her best student 🙄

-Brain rot humour

-Pretty skies

-Buying new books

-Drawing

-Lesbians <3333

-My crush again

-the person who I think of every day (this is not an exaggeration)

-the person I have romantic attraction to

-the person who I'd throw away my whole life and family for

-the person whose the only person I've ever loved

-the person who wasn't my FIRST love (if you can class that as love lmao) but was my first LOVE

-the person who doesn't like physical touch but still hugs me even if rarely

-the person who I'm drifting apart from despite my feelings starting to consume every nerve every cell every part of my body

-the person who I planned a future with

-the person I've known for years but I only clocked my feelings in October 2022 (girl in red ref??)

-the person who I'd rather never speak to again over hurting them by confessing

-the person I adore

-did I mention my crush

-guys im actually cooked

#sumarmz waffles #sumarmz is fucking gay

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imnameim · 4 years

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#im gonna get really deep for a second and like #feel free to just scroll past this because like idk why but this is gonna be long and truly its not even interesting #N E Ways ....#first off ndjd theres this guy i like and boi lemme say oof.#we have been pretty close for a while now and we hubg out a couple times #but thats not the point srry the point is sometimes i have all these thoughts and questions and like ????#where do i find these god damn answers jfjd #like i dont tlak with my father bevause thats a story for another year but like ya get me .#my mom lives far and thers all that family mess regarding my father #before i continue lets thank god we are out of that toxic household 👌🏻🖤#next my brother passed away and like he was my best friend and we literally talked about everything but like now ya know .#like i have this dilemma of wanting to speak very freely about my crush or relationship whatever it may be but at the same time i have a #mind of doubt but also like things arent bad so i shouldn't doubt.#i wanna go to my brothers house and like just talk to him about how dreamy everything feels and also all my doubts but the reality #is like i xant obviously but still theres that feeling that misses doing those things.#i also really like this kid and this kid really likes me but im an awkward bean and truly i am kinda scared because trust??? OOF.#like i remember when my brother was thinking about proposing and he drove to my house @ like 2am and banged on my door to tell me #how in love he is with this girl and i sat there listening to him for hours and ugh he had the purest soul.#dont get me wrong he made mistakes but he was such an amazing person and like now that im starting to legit experience these feelings #or emotions or life changing things im sad hes not around #i know hes watching over me probably yelling at me telling me to kiss this kid or say yes to this date or yes wear those jeans for the date #idkhes yelling yes you deserve this!!! stop being a baby this is the real world suni enjoy it while you can #but like idk #anyways #if youve read this youre a real one and ily😚😂🖤#this was my i have a big ass crush on a good friend and i miss my brother all in one rant #suni.txt

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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don’t worry baby

when you overthink, bucky is there to reassure everything will be okay

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a/n: hi bffs hope u are all doing well <33 this is just v soft and comforting and just self indulgent,,, let me know what you guys think :] inspired by this song ! if u guys ever need to talk to anyone i am here for u guys always my beloveds

You always tried to be strong around bucky, knowing he needed you to comfort him when things were rough, when he found himself wondering if he was just James bucky barnes or if he was still the winter soldier.

Bucky always made it known that he was there for you, making sure that you knew he would be waiting with open arms if you needed him. You always told him that you were fine, everything was okay and he shouldn’t worry his pretty head.

You were stubborn, always wanting to deal with your problems alone and be independent. Bucky hated it, he respected the fact that you were independent, making it clear you could survive on your own.

“i can deal with it myself buck” you would scoff, taking a deep breath before rubbing your eyes and focusing back on your work.

“i know you can darling, but you don’t have to” he spoke softly, you knew he just wanted to help, but you had a thick skull and were too independent for your own good.

“I don’t need your help barnes, leave me alone” you snapped, bucky wasn’t upset or hurt at your words, knowing it was just the stress getting to you. So he just sighed and walked out of the room, sitting on the couch and petting alpine in his lap while you worked silently.

Not even 30 minutes later his heart broke. He could hear a soft sob over the sound of the tv, after debating if he should do something or not, he gently set down alpine and turned off the tv, walking over to the door and listening to make sure he wasnt wrong.

You were staring at the computer screen, stressed knowing you still had so much to do in such little time, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you choke back sobs, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from letting any noise out. Bucky could hear your soft hiccups, his heart aching.

He opened the door quietly and you heard his footsteps, making you wipe away at your cheeks in hopes of suddenly getting rid of any signs that pointed to you crying.

“doll” bucky spoke softly, standing next to you as he looked at you.

“don’t” you spoke sharply, “I’m fine, i have work to do” your voice was filled with venom, wanting him to leave you alone. Bucky wasn’t going to, knowing you just needed some reassurance.

“darling please” his voice was gentle as he squat down, looking up at you and placing his hand on yours, “look at me.”

You knew the second your eyes met his blue ones your walls would come crashing down. You knew you wouldn’t be able to push away all the stress anymore. But you did it anyway, eyes already welling with tears before you made eye contact.

“what is it angel?” His voice was feathery and warm, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying when he asked, hands flying to cover your face.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to save your work and shut your laptop, scooping you up from your chair and taking you into his arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom and placing you onto the bed gently.

Bucky let you cuddle into him, your face buried into his neck as you cried, he rubbed your back gently, cooing softly to calm you down.

“you’re okay i got you” he whispered, “im right here sweets let it out” he was patient, letting you cry for as long as you needed.

You finally pulled away, eyes red and puffy and nose pink, sniffling and rubbing at your eyes. He handed you tissues and you thanked him softly, blowing your nose and heading to the restroom to wash your hands and face before slipping into bed next to him once again.

“do you wanna talk about it?” bucky asked, he wasn’t pushy about it, voice still soft and comforting.

“everything is just building up in me” you started, fiddling with the dog tags that rested on his chest. “i just feel like there’s so much i have to do and i don’t have the time to do it all.” You waited for bucky to say something but he was silent, giving you time to let it all out.

“there’s so many things i wanna do and achieve and i feel like I’m not doing enough and I’ll never be able to achieve all my dreams and I’m gonna have to settle for what i have and-” you hiccuped as you wiped your tears away, angry at yourself for crying. “i don’t know i just can’t take it all i don’t wanna do this anymore” you whispered, eyes focusing on the dog tags in your hands.

Bucky was quiet, holding you tightly and letting you calm down before speaking up.

“do you want me say anything or just cuddle” he asked, not wanting to over step and make you uncomfortable.

“say something please” you replied quietly, glancing up at him. Your heart melted as he gave you a soft smile.

“doll, you have so much time ahead of you” he began, still rubbing your back as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, “the path to get where you wanna be isn’t linear, it’s long and it’s twisting and turning and changing every second, but that’s just life” you frowned slightly.

“you have so many people that support you and care for you, you’re stressing out over small things and not looking at the big picture” he smiled. “you’re crying over something that in the long run isn’t going to mean anything, what is it?” He asked.

“an essay and two homework packets” you mumbled, realizing quickly how dramatic you had been.

“didn’t you say your professor drops two homework grades? and didn’t you say your essay grades would get curved?” He asked, knowing he was right because he took a look at your syllabus for the class.

“well yes but-” you tried to argue but he stopped you.

“no buts, you’re going to be fine baby, you have so much ahead of you, you can’t get worked out over tiny bumps in the road” he smiled. “you still have time to achieve what you want, there’s always enough time” he assured you, “tony is connected to so many people and I’m sure steve has some friends owing him a favor and the amount of time you’ve helped them both out is too many to count” he laughed and you smiled slightly.

“don’t worry baby, everything will turn out alright” his eyes shining as you smiled at him. He kissed your forehead gently.

“i guess you’re right but still” you tried to argue back but he stopped you.

“doll” his voice was stern and his gaze was sharp, “i promise you it’ll be okay” his grip around you tightening and you let out a shaky breath, nodding as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax.

“thank you james” you whispered and he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m here for you no matter what doll” he replied and you giggled.

“even when i yell at you to leave me alone?” You teased and he smiled, happy you were feeling better already.

“especially when you yell at me” he shot back and you, thanking the universe that you had bucky in your life.

Bucky let you cuddle into him for a bit longer, wanting you be relaxed so you didn’t start crying again before softly prompting you to get up so you could start on your work.

“I’ll help you with your homework and you can start with your essay, how does that sound?” He proposed and you nodded, a smile on your face as you kissed his cheek gently.

“I love you so much” you spoke as he carried you to where all your work was, pink dusted his cheeks as the words rolled off your tongue.

“i love you more doll” he replied, kissing you softly on the lips before setting you down in your chair and patting you on the head softly. “now, let’s kick this works ass, yeah?”

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes angst #soft bucky barnes #soft bucky barnes

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19mrs-barnes17 · 2 years

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hi :) I just started supergirl and im almost finished with season 2! I saw that you write for winn (he's my favorite character and I love him so so much) so I'd love a fluff Christmas prompt where he plans a whole day for the reader or decides to propose! anything really fluff related with winn will be fine :) thank you!

A Schott for Christmas

Summary: Christmas with Winn is a marathon event with an unexpected finish line.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Winn Schott x reader

Warnings: none?

Word count: 1,262

A/N: Though my asks aren't officially open again I though we could all use a lil pick me up before Christmas and the new year. Enjoy!

“What in the world are you wearing and am I allowed to take a picture of it to keep forever?” Winn narrowed his eyes playfully at the comment but there was a mischievous glint behind them that worried you. “Uh uh, you’re planning something aren’t you?”

“No, no I am most certainly not planning something.”

“You are the worst liar I’ve ever met.” He gasped and threw a hand over his heart.

“Not true.”

“You’re right Kara might just be worse, but I still think it's you.”

“I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t say that and move on.” He held up a matching ugly sweater and you adamantly shook your head, not a huge fan of that tradition as you always wound up sweating beneath them. “No choice this year I’m afraid, you only get a picture of me in this outfit then you’ve gotta match.”

“Oh you’re good, you’re really good.” You snatched the sweater and reluctantly pulled it over your head, grumpily huffing once it was on.

“Thank you, grinch.” He kissed your cheek and began the search for the camera Jimmy had given you last Christmas.

“Rude, I love Christmas, I just hate these scratchy sweaters.” He shook his head and set up the shot, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But I love you more than I hate them.”

“Gee aren’t I lucky.” His eyes were twinkling but his smile was so genuine you thought the agenda wouldn’t be much different than last year. You were wrong.

The day was spent going from Christmas to Christmas, the first being your mother’s early dinner where she spent the entire meal chatting with Winn about the future as if it would come true tomorrow. But Winn was such a good sport, evading her pressing questions with ease and turning the topics back at her. He’d had a few Christmases to practice the technique and now she dared call him a master of it. Next was a meal at her father’s which was much less bustling and free of pressing questions about grandchildren and such. Her dad had made the meal himself and was quite happy to discuss whatever Winn brought up despite not understanding a thing about his work and what he had studied just as Winn was more than willing to listen to her dad go on and on about his favorite teams and how their seasons were going. Last but not least was the main event of the day, the Danvers family dinner thrown at Kara’s apartment. The most relaxed occasion of the three.

“So how has your run around day been?”

“Exhausting, I mean my mother was relentless about asking Winn just about every personal question about our relationship and any future plans we’ve discussed. She hardly ate anything on her plate.” Alex chuckled softly and took a sip of her wine while Kara and their mother continued clearing the table with Winn and Jimmy’s help.

“Sounds like the traditional Christmas day for you guys.”

“Pretty much, at least my dad was better about conversing this year. Hardly a moment for me to speak between the two of them.”

“That’s great. Maybe he’s starting to understand how important Winn is to you.” You managed a smile, eyes trailing over to where Winn had begun to wash the dishes despite Kara and her mother insisting he didn’t need to.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, at least he’s trying right? I mean that’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah you’re right, progress is progress.” You clink your glass against hers and downed the rest of your wine which somehow alerted Winn that it was empty. He wandered over after finishing off the few dishes he could get through before being shooed from the sink and poured you and Alex another glass.

“Now that’s a super power right there, you always seem to know when I’ve finished my drink and want another.” Winn shook his head smiling as he plopped down on the couch beside you.

“It helps when you always clink your glass before drinking the last of whatever is in your glass.” You shove his shoulder and playfully roll your eyes.

After a few hours of relaxation you were decently buzzed and ready to snuggle up at home to watch Polar Express, but Winn led you in a different direction. It wasn’t until you saw you reached the other side of the pond that you understood the hike he’d taken you on. From this spot you could see the fountain lit up for Christmas in front of the National City Skyline and the view was breathtaking.

“Wow, I’ve never seen it from this spot. It’s beautiful, Winn.” It was at that moment that you noticed him down on one knee with a small box in his hand. “Yes.”

“I haven’t even asked you anything yet.”

“Oh, sorry, carry on.” You mimed zipping your lips shut and he just chuckled and shook his head. Part of the moment had slipped but you motioned for him to continue anyway.

“Y/N L/N. I know we’ve only known each other for 2 years but I have never felt so connected to someone in my life. Getting through each day is easier knowing that I get to see you when I walk through the door. You make life’s burdens easier to bear because you always lend your shoulder without ever needing a reason to. I don’t want to imagine a future without you if I don’t have to. So will you do me the greatest honor on this planet or any planet and marry me?”

“Yes, this day and every day. Yes.” He shakily slid the ring onto your finger, missing the first two times before picking you up as your laughter erupted through the crisp winter night. “I love you Winslow Schott Jr.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

“You don’t want to start that argument because neither of us will win and we’ll both wind up looking silly.” He rested his forehead against yours and you giggled as a thought rippled through your mind.

“What?”

“My mother is going to lose her mind.” He smiled and shook his head against yours, noses bumping a little. Is that why my dad was so adamant to suddenly get to know you tonight?”

“I asked his permission a month ago before I bought the ring.”

“Ah, so he finally got the message that you plan on sticking around.”

“That I do, until you throw me out or we grow old and die.”

“Ever so positive on this Christmas night.”

“Still mad I made you take an ugly Christmas sweater photo?”

“Only if we don’t get one with the ring in it too.”

“Really?” You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss that turned into many. “Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“You might’ve mentioned something of the sort.”

“Well that just won’t do.” He pulled away and turned toward the water cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “I would like everyone in National City to know that I love Y/N L/N!”

There was only the response of a nearby homeless man shouting for Winn to quiet down with that racket as he was trying to sleep. You chuckled as Winn yelled back an apology that went unacknowledged. Tonight was the beginning of the next chapter and it was just a tad early for the new year, but you were excited just the same.

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lilylilym · 3 years

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Cinematic language to help you understand why Levihan is more canon than you think

First thing first, of course the plane was Hange. And the wood parallel is deeper than just hints of canon ship

If the birb is Eren then the plane is Hange. It’s called a ✨symbol✨ and a ✨parallel✨ , a narrative device and a visual cue means for readers to reflect on

a) things that happened related to the actual object (when have we seen this before and last time we see it what happened)

b) what it could represent in terms of symbolic meaning (travel, migration, meaning mobility and freedom and civilization and means and that Levi has a good life for example)

c) how it is positioned in relationships with other object/symbol that are similar to it visually, to draw some similarities and differences in terms of narrative (plane is a machine birb, scientific birb, Levi sees plane while Mikasa hanging out w birb, what do this mean???? Thinkkkkkk)

Some folks will find value in learning comp lit, to know how to read narrative work, including cinema. AOT is visual but it is also deeply cinematic in the way Hajime Isayama draws the panel and the variety of shots he uses to depict the passive narration such as voice-over, time-lapse, flashbacks, time jump, etc.

Here’s an example of how AOT is structured by paralllels, symbols, and narrative devices through editing/cinematic techniques to tell the story. This is my favorite scene when Isayama uses a combination of cutaway and montage to use a character’s dialogue beyond the immediate moment (real time) to depict a larger theme of the story:

This scene is Levi and Kenny talking to each other in real time. There are many ways to depict a dialogue. If it is about each other, then characters are usually depict in “continuity editing” where the whole scene is about them talking to each other, shots will be opposite shots of their face, over-the-shoulder, giving audiences a feel that you are there with them in the convo, listening to them talk. But this scene “cutaway” in that it breaks up the “linear time” by showing audiences other images not realistically been seen by any character, to broaden the scope of the scene. Now you know it’s not just about the dialogue. However, cutaway usually is a thing that realistically in that scene, like cut to the tree while Kenny is still speaking, then go back to them.

In this “sequence,” what is shown is a montage of images that are not only “flashbacks” (memory of things the characters have seen/witnessed, since he couldn't have seen Kuchel) but compilation of new images that are “symbolic” to the lines Kenny is speaking. In other words, the author is drawing “parallels” from one instances to others, connecting separated people, scenes, stories, actions, decisions into one larger thing we call “theme”––Isayama’s making sure that audiences know exactly what to think by forcing separated images into one montage, and make sure you understand that this message needs to be understood beyond Kenny. So that’s the cinematic language readers should be aware that Isayama is using.

That’s why arguing events based on literal evidence is limited, because it is cannon itself that events, stories, people’s decisions and investments are meant to be interpreted and understood in juxtaposition.

Now let’s move on to juxtapositions and parallel in Levihan and Eremika:

I know people have use the wood parallel to talk about how Levihan is canon, but I think the wood is meant to show that Levihan are the adult version of Eremika, who also understand and rely on each other, but a lot more secured in their relationship and trust.

So, get this: for Eremika, Eren had to ask who he is to Mikasa (I know, dumbo) before they get the alternative living in the wood. That’s cuz their young love is shy and also full of insecurities and they are unsure of how to understand their affection for one another. The insecurity is especially pronounced when Mikasa, after having been asked that (”who am I to you”), still get so hurt when Eren said he had been hating her since they were kids. That means we can read that she took the question as “what do you want from me why are you clingy” instead of “pls tell me you like me.”

In another world, she is her fierce self who lives only for her and Eren (like she used to back then, ready to fight the whole army to keep Eren alive but now she’s a soldier for humanity) and suggested that they runaway to live in the wood. In this scenario, Mikasa’s suggestion was implied, we never saw her do it, only told in Eren’s retelling, and even so, in his words (“thats what you said, Mikasa”).

This whole scene is continuity editing with flashbacks, purely from the perspective of Mikasa. You as the reader assumes her point of view, because the images depict Eren speaking, and Eren’s words dictate most of the information. So you, as a reader, is being told to, passively that this is what happened, and that whatever decision of how they get here, has been made prior to you. In other words, while the dialogue happening about them being together is real time, the dialogue of how they decided to do so, is not. That is meant for interpretation. The author does not let you know how it happened in real time. This intended foreclosing is meant to evoke a sense of confusion, unsatisfaction (because you do not get to know how decisions are made and why), so it is safe to assume that the intended feeling is also just that--bittersweet. You know the couple get to be together, but they were not entirely at peace. This life will weight heavily on them until the day Eren dies. This scene is in chapter 138, but in story’s time, it’s meant to be continue before the timeskip.

For Levihan, in chapter 126, the conversation between Levihan was playing out in real time itself, but the whole scene is an independent moment that preceded the real event (which was continued on from chapter 125, where Hange and Levi met with Pieck and Theo).

In this scene, readers can see that the suggestion was direct, and we were in on the act as it happens. Hange thought Levi was unconscious, so they were thinking out loud. “Maybe we should just live here together, right, Levi?” We see Hange contemplating about it, said it out loud, and sad that it might just be a wild thought.

Time cut. Now they’re doing something else, before the path appears, and they turned around to wake Levi up. Levi woke up at that same moment, immediately asking about what happened before he was unconscious, not letting Hange know that he heard the whole thing. He took time to catch up with what happened, gathering information and providing information. This means he is contemplating about Hange’s proposal.

“I let him get away again.” Hange responded to this sentence with “I’m sure you want revenge, but for now...” Levi moved on, seamlessly, without a beat, “If we keep running and hiding, what will that get us?” At first it seems like a continuation of the convo--as in Levi doesn’t want to keep hiding and want to go back to battle, but Hange understood immediately that he was referring to their talk: “So you heard me talking to myself.”

Here, Hange weren’t like “omg im sorry I didn’t know u were up i would have never,” because that would suggest that the relationship between them is unconfirmed and that Hange has yet to know what Levi thinks of them (as seen in Eremika’s nature of their relationship). But they were just like, ok, so you heard. Then Levi saw that Hange was making a thing to carry him, and concluded, “I know you. You’re not able to stay out of the action.” Hange admitted, “Yeah, that’s right, I can’t.”

If you look at the scene itself, you will see a lot of opposite shots (POV of the two characters who are talking to each other), many of them are close-up (right in their face). It is a short, but continuous, linear conversation where Hange and Levi got to talk about the possibility, discussed it together, before Levi pointed out that Hange could never just sit this one out, and Hange agreed. This scene is also meant for interpretation, because even though they talked about the possibility, they didn’t go “so what do you think, I think we should” but it was Hange’s wild thought that they fully intended not to go through, and Levi’s understanding that he was not meant to truly respond, because he saw that Hange already had a plan to keep it moving. (The next scene is Levi negotiating with Theo and Pieck, so it’s safe to assume that they spent the rest of their conversation discussing strategies.)

Levihan’s scene is short, but it was meant to read in juxtaposition with Eremika’s more elaborate life in the wood in 138 -- communicating the idea that if they had run away together, they would also suffer intensely survivor’s guilt. Which, as soldiers and commanders, they simply cannot choose. So, in a way, this is to depict Levi’s theme, “no regret,” even as they never had a future to be together at peace. The fact that they can have this extremely heavy conversation means that there were peaceful moments between them that they experienced, that would allow this scene to read like a final good bye.

So, as I have rambled more than I needed to, I’mma stop here. My point was pretty simple and meant to invite folks to read AOT very generously in terms of its couple/romantic/partnership, in that just because things are not fleshed out doesn’t mean it’s not real and that readers are supposed to read between the line, thematically, across storylines to get the full picture, but sternly in the way that you need to understand narrative devices and visual cues the ways they’re meant to be read. To go back to the plane controversy (apparently some people insist that planes are planes), of course planes are planes, that’s what they first and foremost need to be. No object would be included for the symbolic meaning only - it always need to be itself first and foremost, to create a normative sense of reality before it could go imaginative and interpretive.

#snk #aot #levihan #eremika #levi ackerman #hange zöe #kenny ackerman

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denkilightning · 3 years

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what was the context of that line?

ill assume you mean the "george i thought i was only in love with you!" line.

the entire scene starts at 1:25:25 of "quackity and jschlatt win the dreams smp elections" which you can find on quackityvods on youtube.

rp/ when quackity asks george, tubbo and schlatt, if they want to talk about their feelings, he adds he hasnt talked about his feelings in a while.

then quackity stars saying that he likes this girl, while keep glancing at george (i believe its intended, given how he keeps looking forward and back at george multiple times). wait ill actually give you quotes here (he says and then just fucking transcripts the entire clip)

quackity: listen, im [glances at george], i- i met this girl, the other day [glances at george], and i thought i could share with you boys my thoughts on it [looks back at geogrge and tubbo]

tubbo: o-okay? (quieter) whats up big q?

quackity: she's a- she's a girl? and she looked at me? and i think i fell in love

schlatt: woo (/pos, idk how to describe that expression)

tubbo: okay

quackity: i think i fell in love. and i just dont know- i just dont know how to approach these feelings i have

george: yeah youre probably in love

quackity: [smiling, hopefully] you think so? george i thought i was only in love with you!

[pause]

george: well [pauses] sometimes times change

quackity: no, george, i dont want 'em to change. i dont want em to change, george

george: its up to you! 2x

quackity: you think so? 2x

george: yeah

quackity: [slightly flustered? i am bad at describing tone sorry] anyways! regarding my feelings- so i take this girl is like she likes me too, but shes not telling me. shes not telling me that she likes me!

george: shes just playing hard to get

quackity: she- do you think so? (speaking over george) do you think shes har-

george: who doesnt love you? who- how can she not love you?

quackity: [in a higher pitched tone, clearly happy] you think so?

george: [nodding] i know so

quackity: [makes a happy "whaa" noise] george? george? [in a very small voice] do you love me?

george: [takes a pause in nodding but nods again, saying nothing]

quackity: tubbo, tubbo can you please like stare that way? (over schlatt) can you stare that way?

schlatt: oh this is really awkward (over quackity) jesus 2x im cringing right now

quackity: what? what? [laughs] what? sounds like youre fucking little jealous. sounds like youre a little fucking jealous pal

quackity: [walking towards schlatt] i know you

[end transcript]

thats the entire context! after that quackity tells schlatt to tell viewers how schlatt used to call him an term of affection (i think pumpkin?) and then schlatt goes "imma make a speech", they announce the speech and he does the speech where he changes lmanbergs name to manberg.

i believe its also important to add few moments like:

quackity asking george if theyre ok with him calling them his gorgeous friend (they say he can call them whatever),

when quackity tells george his only job is to have a fat ass george says at 6:28 "well you should be pretty good at that",

at 7:17 quackity goes "i love you" and then slightly flustered changes the topic

at 10:33 tommy tells george to sit down and have some manners, quackity tells them verbatem "you can sit wherever you want, baby" and repeats it. tommy yells at him that you can't be dating ur coworkers and quackity says theyre not dating theyre just flirty friends

at 34:45 when wilbur reads out the election results quackity asks george to hug him

then at 1:55:16 starts a scene that pretty much ends with quackity kissing george multiple times (sic!) and everyone laughing cus georges skin has no lips to kiss so its implied theyre kissing on the lips

when george says fhey have to go shower at 2:05:07, which then extends to saying bye to everyone until 2:06:40, one of quackitys goodbyes is "thank you for the kisses"

given All Of That (and reminder thats from a single stream) AND quackity in a lore stream telling george "i was gonna propose-" yeah there are some heavy implications c! quackity has romantic feelings for c! george

#she #girl #hope that helped!!#dsmp quackity #dsmp georgenotfound #long post #btw when i was timestamping i didnt even hear q asking george if they love him fksbdkwjhdjs #like that and the stammering around the fact is a like heavily implies george was the girl #like you can definitely interpret it as that #⛈️ ask

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tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik · 3 years

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Love at first sight?

Chapter 8

Note: im using Celsius instead of Farenheit bc I get confused anddd for the fics purpose I made the reader from Arizona bc it's hot, sorry hehe.

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Warren Worthington III x reader

Word count: 1300 words

Warnings: language

"Worthington! Wait up". Warren stopped walking for his friend to catch up. "Yes, Monroe?". Ororo rushed from the main entrance to the end of the hall, where Warren was waiting for her. "So? Spit the beans!". She was referring to the meeting with The Professor, which had just ended a few minutes ago.

"Hell no! I'm starving, thanks to you! As far as I can recall, you did say you were going stop by the infirmary to bring me my breakfast, but you never came". Warren said resentfully. "Oh! Forgive me for trying to give you some privacy! I DID go over! but when I realized you were having a blast with "ms. mystery", I left!." Warren's mouth turned into a big "O" surprised by the girl's comment. "Shit, sorry I'm an ass. I should have known better than t-". Although Warren was showing great remorse for his actions, Ororo, on the other hand, seemed unbothered as he had cut his ramblings off. "Whatever, man. Listen up! Why don't I fix you something to eat in the kitchen while you tell me everything that happened, and not just with Charles". Her big brown eyes were beaming at him with mischief. After all, it wasn't likely of him to speak more than five consecutive words with strangers.

"Fine by me". The blond said, already walking to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, her name is Y/N". He informed with a small smile creeping on his lips.

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"For real?" You said in amazement as the man with glasses who went by the name of Hank explained to you some medical facts about your mutation you've been oblivious to your entire life. "Are you telling me my hydrokinesis has been the reason behind why I'm always cold?". Your face in awe had made the man chuckle. "Indeed, Y/N. Your connection with water goes beyond expected. Your body temperature resembles the ocean's, which means, unlike the rest of us who have an average temperature of 35.5 C° to 37 C°. Yours can go as low as -2 C° with its highest in 35 C° ". You turned to your left side, inspecting the monitor showing your vitals, where you read the big bright numbers. "So, does 20 C° mean... ". "Just fine". The doctor said.

"No need to remind you about staying clear from desserts or, you know, fires". "Damn it, just when I was considering moving to Egipt". You had meant for the man to laugh at your joke. Instead, he shot you a disapproving look. "I'm serious, Y/N. You could die. The body can endure temperatures up to 50 C° before death, but you, anywhere up to 39 C° can be fatal".

Those last words were bringing back the multiple times you'd fainted without any apparent reason. Even during a spring day back in your natal Arizona, you could end up in E.R. The doctors had always told your mother it was a heatstroke, yet it never made sense. Yes, it was warm but not blazingly hot like it should have to suffer one. To your mom, you were only doing it for the attention. And after moving to Washington, when you were 5, the faintings stopped, making her believe more in her assumptions.

It also made you remember those winter days when you were little, where all your friends would be covered head to toe with fuzzy clothing whilst you had nothing more than some jeans and a crewneck. People always believed your mother had sucked at parenting for leaving you so exposed to the weather, but for the first time, they were wrong. Yes, she sucked at being a mother, but at least this time, what seemed to be a lack of caring coming from her was just you not being affected by the freezing air like everyone else.

You were about to ask furthermore questions the tall man with the glasses he could perhaps be able to answer when a bald man in his late forties wheeled in. "How is our patient doing, Hank?". He asked. "Better than expected, Charles. Although I would suggest staying in here for observation another 24 hours, just to be sure". Hank replied, straightening his posture as the older man came further inside the room. But why? Just as you were seeking an answer, he spoke. "Because I am the headmaster, young lady. Charles Xavier, at your service". What the actual fuck, how could he have- "Telepathy, that is how, dear". A foreign voice explained inside your mind as the bald man stared at you with knowing eyes. "Please, don't do that ever again! Not without a heads-up at least!". You yelled fearfully. The idea of having somebody else inside your head unexpectedly had to be the scariest thing you could think of, and after having seen your frightened self, the man spoke ordinarily once again.

"Certainly! But, before we continue, how should I call you, dear?". The man, Charles, asked you with a tender voice. " Y/N".

"Very well, Y/N. Now, has Hank told you anything about what we do in here?". "Not much. That this is kinda like a boarding school but for weirdos like us and that some are of you like to run around the city wearing matching bodysuits playing heroes". You said while sitting down crisscrossed on the medical bed. "Well, you are not so wrong, but we are more than that". With that, the conversation about a brighter future for you began.

You had been brought to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters by luck, without any clue of what could be there to come for you. When you woke up, you'd thought for that place to be nothing but a fancy hospital and nothing else. Now, after your interaction with the headmaster, you were left with a lingering feeling of something you had never experienced before, hope.

Hope for a future away from the streets you've called home for almost a decade. A possibility to become someone you could be proud of being. To form bonds that could last more than a weak or two. Most importantly, the chance of not being so lonely anymore.

In conclusion, Charles Xavier gave you hope for making your wildest dream come true. Stay here, and you will live a normal life.

Both Charles and Hank left the infirmary wing for you to process the information at peace before accepting his offer of prolonging your stay. You'd been so concentrated thinking about all of it. You missed the moment your angel came in.

"By the expression on your face, I'm guessing Charles already asked you to stay in here". He spoke to you as he was reaching for the stool next to your side.

"How do you know that, Angel?". You asked, squinting your eyes in a questioning look.

"He told me after proposing to me the very same thing". Warren said.

"Well, are you?". You eagerly said.

"I don't know, are you?". If you were honest, everything about living at Xavier's sounded perfect to you. You would have accepted right away if it hadn't been for Charles himself who stopped you and made you think about it. After all, it was a 180° lifestyle change.

"Hell fucking yes! Why wouldn't I? It's not like you're allowed to live in a mansion every day" This was the answer which caused the mutant next to you to chuckle slightly. "Is that the only reason you're staying?". You would have said everything you'd been thinking about before warren showed up. Yet something in you told you. If you didn't, you could have plenty of time to do so.

"Not really, but if you decide to stay here, I might tell you all about them, Angel". You told Warren, who had now his eyes fixated on yours, those piercing blue eyes which seemed to be searching for something, what? You didn't know.

"Seems like we got a deal, Y/N".

#warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii #archangel x reader #xmen x reader #xmen #hank mccoy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #peter maximoff #ororo munroe #jean grey #jubilee #kurt wagner #scott summers

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