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insane-control-room · 12 days

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Joey comes to ask for forgiveness. He says he's sorry. Henry doesn't think that's enough.

RATED: T - suggestive comments/behavior, uncomfortable situations

WARNINGS: Emotional hurt, tied hands

Length: medium (1750 words)

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Joey stared at the man around the corner, his heart rate accelerating as he observed him. Henry was resting in a hammock, one leg off the side so that he could rock himself as he relaxed. Joey stared, and bit his lip, slowly finding that he was losing his nerve. He was about to slip away when an eye opened, immediately fixing on him.

A wave of panic crashed over Joey, and he made a move to disintegrate and disappear, but it was too late for him. Henry had made it to him in less than five bounds, his calloused, firm hand wrapping around Joey’s exposed forearm.

“Joey,” he greeted, smiling, but there was something uncomfortably cold about the flash of his teeth. “What are you doing here?”

Joey stared at him once again, throat dry, hands trembling. Henry’s smile was still bland and neutral, but with a frigid emptiness laying beneath it. It made Joey quite uncomfortable, rather perturbed by the lack of emotion on his old friend’s face. He looked at him quietly, brows furrowed as they stared at one another in silence.

Henry’s hand tightened sharply on Joey’s arm.

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer,” he spoke slowly, clearly, that low voice making Joey want to tremble. “What are you doing here, Joey?”

“I… I wanted to…” Joey looked to the floor, finally breaking his gaze from the other man. He steeled himself with a breath, though still could not bring himself to look at Henry. “I wanted to ask you to forgive me, Henry.”

“Forgive you,” Henry repeated, staring at him. His smile made his soul ache painfully, yearn to escape. “You’re here to ask me to forgive you.”

“Yes.” Joey said, simple and soft. “I am.”

He was not sure what he was expecting. A punch in the face, maybe. Being shoved away with the door closing in front of him. Maybe even a good kick between the legs.

Joey was not expecting laughter. It was low and amused, tranquil but with some darkness lingering on the edges of the mirth. It made Joey’s lungs constrict. Henry released his arm at last, and folded his arms as he looked at Joey, raising an eyebrow.

“Forgiveness,” he commented, “Is less-”

“For the person you’re apologizing to, and more for yourself, I know,” Joey restrained himself from snapping at him. “Stop messing with me, Stein, and take me seriously. I’m sorry for what I did, okay? For all of this. It never should have gone down like this, and I never should have dragged you down with me- what are you doing.”

Henry sighed, raising an eyebrow as he lifted the tie he had pulled from beneath his collar. Joey, unsure of what the man was playing at, frowned. Henry put his hand out, gesturing with four fingers once for Joey to put his arms forward.

Joey did so, and was baffled by the loop Henry tightened around his wrists. It was loose, though, but Henry’s firm hand came to Joey’s arm once again when he tried to pull away out of instinct. A vague sense of alarm rippled through him, but he was confident that Henry would not harm him, resulting in a conflicted meld of emotions.

“Henry-”

“On your knees.” Henry calmly demanded. Joey stared at him, and watched Henry’s eyes harden. Swallowing harshly, he opened his mouth to protest, only for Henry to cut him off again. “Do you want to be forgiven or not? Show me you mean it.”

Joey’s mouth closed slowly, and he hesitated, glancing to the floor again. It came closer as he knelt down slowly, discomfited but trying to put on a brave face (he was failing miserably at that, and they both knew it). As he moved down, the fabric of the tie tightened around his wrists, and honestly, he felt like crying, though he ignored that urge as hard as he could.

“Okay, Joey,” Henry smiled at him again. “That was a good start. Try again.”

“Try- try what?” Joey asked, confused and upset. Henry’s smile relaxed him just a touch, encouraging. Joey wracked his empty head, shaking it in an attempt to figure out what Henry wanted from him. “You want me to apologize again?”

Henry did not reply with words, only smiling once more. Joey took a deep breath.

“I’d like to apologize,” he started, his voice tight. He paused, clearing his throat to loosen his words. “For everything I’ve done to harm you, and- and everyone else. But, you first. You didn’t deserv- hey!”

Henry, his hand still on the end of the tie, had yanked on Joey’s arms with it, making him pitch forwards off balance. To add insult to injury, Henry’s jacket suddenly landed on his head, blocking his vision entirely as he landed harshly on his hands. He scrambled back onto his haunches as he yanked down the jacket over his face, opening his mouth to give Henry a piece of his mind- only for it to go dry immediately.

Henry’s shirt had been partially opened, and Joey struggled to keep his eyes from dipping between the fabric and onto his chest. Henry’s hands were on the straps of his suspenders, pulling them off his shoulders deliberately, still smiling down at Joey.

“Henry,” Joey mouthed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He fought the liquid that threatened to build up within them, blinking rapidly and it went away. Henry’s blank smile stung like wasp bites. “I’m sor-”

“Are you?” Henry asked calmly, with an icy edge as he removed his suspenders. He sighed as he snapped them between his hands, making Joey flinch at the twang. “Are you truly sorry, Joey?”

“I am,” Joey tried to keep a whine out of his tone, getting more stressed, watching the suspenders twirl around Henry’s hands. At least it was a distraction from his chest; as lined with muscle as it was. Feeling warmth trickle into his face, Joey looked away. “Really.”

“Are you, now?” Henry asked quietly, snapping the metal tipped straps once again. Joey could not meet his eye. “Joey. Look at me.”

He glanced up, and then broke his gaze again, face blazing with shame.

“Joey.”

He repressed a shiver as the suspender strap came under his jaw, forcing him to look up at Henry once again. The metal clasps of the suspenders were strikingly cold, bringing forth the shudder Joey tried to hide. Mercifully, Henry tossed aside the suspenders upon noting the uncertain discomfort with which Joey was eyeing them, but he made no comment on it. Joey bit his lip as he watched the arch of the elastic. Slowly, he managed to look back at Henry.

“I-” Joey swallowed down his nerves again. Joey’s eyes strained to remain on Henry’s form, focusing as hard as he could on his eyes. He mumbled his next words. “I said that I was sorry.”

“Said?” Henry laughed again. It was like ice on his arms, causing goosebumps to rise up. “You said. There’s just a small problem with that, Joey. You say a lot of things. Make a lot of promises. Talk up a pretty picture. It’s rare that you deliver on it- like you are right now.”

Joey’s mouth was full of cotton; dry, stiff and unable to say a single word in his defense. Half lidded, Henry’s eyes came to his mouth, and then his hand did, a gentle caress on his jaw slipping up to a grip on his mouth.

“Do you think that you’re able to get whatever you ask for?” Henry laughed, eyes crinkling with humor. Joey did not know what he found so funny. “You said you’re sorry. Do you really think you deserve forgiveness, Joey?”

Joey kept quiet. He did not really think that way, but knew that saying anything was not going to be a good idea. There also was the fact that Henry’s strong hold on his face prevented him from saying anything coherent, anyways. Joey’s hands tightened on his own knees, digging crescents in the fabric with his nails.

“Said,” Henry scoffed, though his voice was sunshine; and he leaned even closer, starry smile even brighter than before. “Maybe you should try begging instead.”

Now the tears began to drip. Henry jerked his hand away from Joey as though his skin burned him. Staring down at him, his smile was gone.

“I’m sorry,” Joey choked, sniffling as he tried to keep his roiling emotions under control. “Please, please, please forgive me. If you don’t, at least say so. I’m trying, I promise, I’m trying to make it count. Henry, please forgive me!”

“Joey-”

“I’m sorry that our studio wasn’t working out, and I’m sorry that I put more on you than you could take, and I’m sorry that I didn’t know where to stop,” Joey went on, sobbing harshly. The crushing weight of his failures felt like shackles on his wrists, tied to the heavy chains with naught but Henry’s tie. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me for everything I’ve done to wrong you. Please. I- I am begging you, Henry. I’ll keep begging you until you believe me. Please, please….”

“Joey….”

“I don’t know how to make it up to you,” Joey looked up at him miserably through his streaming tears. “I’m sorry that I don’t know… please, give me a chance. Please. I’ll- I’ll do anything, just say it, please-”

“Okay- okay- I-” Henry looked down at him with a torn look, smile completely gone, jarringly made uncomfortable by his own demands. After a moment of shifting where he stood, he knelt down and put his hands on Joey’s shoulders. “Maybe that was a little cruel of me. We’re both in this hell.”

Joey looked at him with the saddest, wettest eyes Henry had ever seen. Henry quickly spoke to try to get rid of them.

“I can’t forgive you,” he said quietly. Joey’s gaze broke away again, and his tears restarted. Henry lifted his head despite the fact his tears burned his hands. “Not yet, okay? If I see you really mean it-”

It was Henry’s turn to be cut off, Joey’s bound arms coming down over his shoulders in an awkward, but tight, hug.

Henry slowly hugged him back as he cried.

“It’s okay, Joey,” Henry soothed, though they both knew it was not okay. “You’ll make it. I believe I can forgive you, one day.”

Joey almost believed him.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 months

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A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Eleven: Dungarees and Switcharoos

Conner came in from the rain and changed out of his dungarees in the doorway. “Ma? I had to borrow your sewing kit to mend Toffee’s blanket. How much time do I have?” Conner asked. Ma wrapped him in a towel.

“You have thirty minutes, sweetheart. I ran you a bath, and when you get out, I’ll make you a cup of tea with your dinner,” Ma whispered as she dried his hair. Conner kissed her cheek.

“If Dad calls, can you tell him I promised to check in with Bart today? He got out of the hospital yesterday,” Conner requested.

Ma nodded. “Go on, you don’t want to be late,” Ma whispered.

Meanwhile, in Missouri, Bart lay in Thad’s bed. It was his first weekend home after ten weeks in isolation in the hospital. “Please?” Bart begged.

“He’s gonna know,” Thad whispered.

“No, he won’t. I’ll give you five dollars to do it,” Bart replied. Thad huffed and puffed as he held back tears. “Don’t cry. All I need you to do is pretend to be me and play with Conner for thirty minutes.”

Thad fidgeted with the bottom of his pajama shirt as his heart pounded. “What if he finds out? Won’t he be angry?” Thad asked. Bart opened his arms and pulled Thad into a hug. “I don’t know how to talk to anybody but you.”

Bart frowned. Thad isolated himself for years, hoping they could go home together someday. He didn’t make friends or go out while Bart was sick. Outside of their family, Thad was alone. “If he finds out, you can tell him the truth. He won’t be angry. I promise,” Bart reassured him, “And everyone likes you. They just don’t know you yet.”

Thad let go and nodded. “I’ll do it. And I don’t want five dollars,” Thad replied. Bart pulled Thad close, messed up his hair, and fixed the buttons on Thad’s pajama shirt. They stared at each other, and Thad smiled. “We haven’t been this close in years…”

“I hope we’ll always be this close,” Thad whispered. Bart grinned and nodded.

“Always,” Bart smiled, “We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

Thad nodded enthusiastically, squeezing his fists to contain his excitement at Bart’s newfound hope for the future. He worried that Bart had given up thinking about the future entirely. He crept toward the computer in Don’s studio and shut the door. Logging into Bart’s account didn’t take long because they had the same passwords for everything. He initiated the call and sat patiently waiting for Conner to answer. It rang three times before Conner answered in his pajamas. Conner took a deep breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Bart! Hi, how are you feeling?” Conner smiled.

Thad stared directly at Conner, speechless at first. “I’m okay… I’m sleepy, but it’s nice to see you,” Thad replied. He was sure Conner would see right through him.

Conner wrung his hands. “Hey, can I—? It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you over this call because—. Because the letter might not get to you on time. Can I read you the card I picked out? The back-up card?” Conner stammered.

Thad nodded. Conner recited a Valentine that read as romantic with an innocence that seemed too young for even his eleven years. Thad’s cheeks went rosy as he listened to Conner stumble clumsily through a short Valentine’s Day poem. Thad held up the mood ring around his neck and nodded. “I’ll be your Valentine forever and ever if you want,” Thad whispered. “You’re so special.” Conner smiled.

“Gosh… I’m so glad—. How does it feel to be home?” Conner questioned.

Bart. He had to remember to be Bart. “It’s the best. I get to be with Mom and Dad, and tonight, I’ll sleep in my bed. And my bed’s blankets won’t be warm like the hospital’s. They’ll be cold, and I’ll be—. Conner, I’m so happy… And so tired,” Thad answered. He spoke as fast and warmly as his twin. It was almost frightening how perfectly he imitated Bart. “How are you?”

Conner knit his brows together before smiling. “I’m doing great… Yeah, um… My dad’s coming… We’re going fishing at the lake. I’m kinda excited. Last weekend, Mom took me to the movies, and then we had spaghetti at a restaurant… Are you doing anything special with your mom and dad this weekend?”

“My dad and I are gonna work on the mural in Mom’s office tomorrow… And mom’s gonna show me how to fix the water heater,” Thad answered, “Fishing sounds cool. Have you done it before?”

“Fishing? Yeah, I go with Pa a lot… But I haven’t had the chance to go fishing with my dad yet,” Conner answered.

Thad nodded and let Conner continue speaking. He could’ve listened to Conner talk about anything. The only problem was Thad was exhausted. He yawned without meaning to, and Conner rubbed his eyes. “Okay… Well, we should probably go to bed. Goodnight, Bart. Tonight was fun,” Conner whispered.

“Yeah. It was… Wasn’t it?” Thad grinned. Conner nodded. “Goodnight.”

They waved at each other before logging out, and Thad crept down the hall to his bedroom. Bart lay half-asleep as if he were waiting for Thad. “He couldn’t tell. Could he?” Bart asked. Thad shook his head and climbed in on the other side. “Thank you.”

“It was fun,” Thad whispered as he fixed his hair.

As tired as Bart was, he didn’t want to sleep. It was his first night back home. “It doesn’t feel real. Are you real?” Bart asked as he playfully squeezed Thad’s nose.

Thad giggled and shook his head. “Bart, I’m glad you’re home,” Thad whispered. They whispered and giggled until Don poked his head in the door.

“Hey, fellas, I know it’s been an exciting day, but it’s past your bedtime guys,” Don whispered.

Meloni knocked on the door frame. “Hey, are you kids too old to give me a kiss goodnight?” Meloni questioned. The boys laughed and opened their arms to hug and kiss their parents goodnight. They hadn’t been together since Bart and Thad were six. Meloni squeezed them tight. “Is everyone warm and cozy?”

“Mhm,” Bart whispered.

“Thanks, Mom,” Thad smiled. Don lingered after Meloni left.

Don wanted to say something but didn’t want to get choked up. Bart shut his eyes, reached for Thad, and went to sleep. Thad looked toward Don with a smile and tears in his eyes. “I’m too happy to sleep,” Thad whispered. Don grinned.

“Want me to sit with you for a while?” Don asked. Thad nodded. “You’re all he talked about in the hospital.” Don described the seemingly endless list of things Bart wanted to do with Thad now that they were together again. Thad’s eyelids drooped, and he nodded off, resting his chin on Bart’s forehead. “I guess nothing’s changed… Not even the way you two kids sleep… Goodnight, sweet boys.” Don flicked the light switch off and smiled. Meloni startled Don as soon as he stepped into the hall, and she chuckled.

“I got you, Donnie,” Meloni smiled as she pressed her face into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Are they asleep?”

“Sound asleep,” Don replied.

Meloni took in a deep breath, raising her shoulders as she spread her arms. Don hugged her, walking backward toward the kitchen while taking in her radiant look of admiration. “You want me to make you a late-night snack, huh?” Don half-joked.

“You already did… Can I have half your sandwich?” Meloni asked.

“That’s our sandwich, Mel,” Don sweetly replied, “We can finally breathe… Can’t we?”

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livingproofoftbd · 7 months

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i will always love you

2.6k words | rated G | one chapter

tags: time skips, flashbacks, 2020 dnf, tooth-rotting fluff, dream is sick and george is worried, literal sleeping together

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thoughtsofapessimistttt · 7 months

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Jealousy is fun at first but when it gets painful? The worst place to be. Why do I feel physically sick about you and her? I can’t even do anything about it

#I hate it #hate it #hate it so much #jealousy #relationships #possibly unrequited love #don’t wanna ruin the friendship #feelings #life stuff #thoughts 💭#vent #heartbreak #mine

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silvermillenniumqueenneptune · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Covert Affairs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Eyal Lavin/Annie Walker Characters: Annie Walker (Covert Affairs), Eyal Lavin Additional Tags: Possibly Unrequited Love, Friendship/Love, Devotion Summary:

When Annie Walker ruminates over a return to the CIA, her condition gets in the way. She calls an old friend, who wishes he could be more, for advice. May have a follow up later.

#covert affairs #annie walker x eyal lavin #friendship #possibly unrequited love #ao3 author #ao3 fic #one shot #fanfic #background relationship

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skimpilydressedwithanaxe · 9 months

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Bad boys, bad boys what you gonna do when they come for you

#reluctant besties stemming from weird obsession/unrequited and possibly one sided crush #I love them I think they’re hilarious #FINALLY BROADENIN MY COLOR HORIZON UGH.#experiments like that are loooong overdue #thank you sorrel for opening my eyes on color theory #rick and morty #cop rick #miami rick #rick sanchez #<= plural #three headed snake

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yuttikkele · 13 days

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if anyone was wondering, damijon in my mind is:

10-year-old Jon develops a little crush on the older Damian. Jon age-up happens, it’s been like 6 years now, he does NOT have a crush on Damian anymore. BUT, Damian starts to see Jon in a new light. Damian develops feelings for him without knowing, and he falls HARD. Damian doesn’t realize that what he feels for Jon is love for the LONGEST time. He gets to wait even longer, though, cause Damian has to live with these feelings for the rest of his life!! Yay!!!

#so basically it’s Jon falls first Damian falls harder except Jon is not really in love with Damian #mayhaps he falls in love later tho as adults you never know. But for now it is sad unrequited angst #Damian does not tell Jon how he feels he keeps it inside for as long as he possibly can. Which is a long time for Damian.#also Damian just doesn’t fall for anyone else cause he’s demi #“they call me the angst machine” - yutti who has never been able to make more than an ounce of angst #dc #damijon #jondami #jonathan kent #damian wayne #i really like Damian Wayne can you tell?#ack #text post

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arsenicflame · 2 months

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i think the thing for me about edizzy is the potential of it all- we know they have history together, but we don't know what it is, how long it went on for, what it meant for them. there's endless possibilities there to explore, and any of them could be real! or not! but theres so much to explore with them and its so fun to imagine all the what-if's and could-have-beens of their relationship

#like yes!!! i love stizzy and steddyhands and rizzy and ouizzy and ALL the izzy ships!#but it always comes back to edizzy for me simply because of the ties that bind them #we see all the other relationships grow in canon and build off of that #but we KNOW theres more to edizzy that we simply dont know about and imagining all their possible pasts is so interesting to me #how did we get to where we are now? where can we go in the future? what underlies their relationship that we simply dont know?#were they married? unrequited love? mutual pining? never considered it until it was too late? divorced a dozen times over?#have they known each other since they were kids? did they meet on Hornigold's ship? did they meet after ed became blackbeard?#does izzy have a navy past? is that how they met? a brothel? the streets? a prison? a bar?#they could literally be anything!#maybe theyve only known each other two years! maybe its twenty!#we literally do not know and the possibilities are there and it CONSUMES me #i cant settle on one favourite reality for them because i just have so much fun messing around with all the different options #what will they be this week?#nyxtalks #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #israel hands #edward teach #edizzy #blackhands #and im so sad canon didn't take any opportunities to explore it in s2 #like we got a few hints that they are Something; but not even a passing comment about who they really were to each other #nothing!!#im not a writer so i couldn't tell u how to do it well but. a passing comment! anything!#a moment explaining izzys loyalty to ed after everything; talking to lucius about complicated relationship and moving on; to ed face when #hes confessing or after his leg; to Ned or to Zheng or Ricky or Hornigold or anyone! anything! Ed to Fang in the boat!!#im just surprised that wasnt a path they at least tried to explore; given how much of s2 was focused around them to some degree

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brungeons-and-bragons · 9 months

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Need me more Timkon fics that feel like this

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geraskierfanficprompts · 18 days

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Prompt 4

Geralt is the captain of a pirate ship, named "Kaer Morhen." Perhaps he's still a witcher, perhaps he's just a regular old human (with white hair and golden eyes? Lol) His brothers (and "cousins" from other witcher schools) are his crew Now I can see this going two different ways, so choose a favorite (or make up your own, I am only the beginning, I hold no affront of being anything more) Jaskier is a nobleman's son, aboard his family's ship, possibly on his way to be forced into a marriage to a woman he doesn't love. And either he falls overboard or he's shoved off as a murder attempt, but he's lost in the ocean. Lambert (or someone else, but I love to imagine how Lambert would attempt to call this out to his captain who he doesn't take seriously 90% of the time, #brothers) calls that he spots a man bobbing in the sea, and they haul him up. The majority of the crew sees sight of his jewels and finery and insists on holding him ransom. But when the prisoner wakes up and isn't afraid of death, Geralt looks into this a little more. Apparently their prisoner won't get a ransom because his entire family despise him and his want to run away and become a bard. Funny. Most pirate ships have entertainers aboard to help the pirates deal with months of nothing but ocean. Perhaps they'll have use of this dumb twink after all. OR, option number two Jaskier is a nobleman's son, chained and starved for the crime of wanting to become a bard and not wanting to marry some prissy noblewoman. He hears a lot of loud noises and screams and then a bunch of burly men in fur cloaks stomp down and start rifling through their supplies. One catches eye of him and immediately yells to the captain. The captain is a very handsome man with silver locks and bright eyes, and the dreaded pirate captain is treating Jaskier with more kindness and gentleness than his family or their workers ever have. The pirate hauls Jaskier up into his arms and carries him to their own ship, laying him down in his own bed, and looking over his injuries and sending one of his crewmembers to make hm a fine meal. Jaskier begins telling the captain of his abusive life beforehand and mentions that all he's ever wanted is to spread music and love, and shockingly enough, this big scary (gorgeous) man doesn't even laugh at him for it.. Oh fuck he's falling in love-

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt gayly teaching his bard how to swordfight!!!

• Perhaps Jaskier's family is crueler and has done more than beat him, perhaps they've stabbed him or something, and the very last thing he sees before he passes out from bloodloss is Geralt (Maybe he even thinks he's an angel! Lmfao)

• Geralt getting lovingly bullied by his brothers for taking care of his songbird so well

• Geralt's crew revenge-robbing or revenge-killing Jaskier's family if we do Option one for the story (attempted-murder route), since it's implied it happens in Option Two while they ransack the ship-

• Perhaps I'll do a sequel for this prompt one day for Mermaid Jaskier, I do LOVE mermaids, take this as a much smaller and much less detailed prompt for if you want that idea, too! Perhaps the Pankratz ship has a captured mer aboard, parched and dehydrated (I just mostly think it'd be funny if Geralt was checking his pulse and if he has any injuries while random other witches dump buckets of sea water on him-)

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mr-stottlemonk · 2 months

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to fall in love.

#web weaving #stottlemonk #monk 2002 #stottlemeyer x monk #photo edits #<3 #i have so many feelings about s2 and s1 #you ever seen a man so smitten #like what happened leland. how much did you love him. how much do you love him #you want to hold him. keep him close.#he cant stop loving #pls i love unrequited possibly requited love #he fell in love #he fell in *love*#poetry #first time web weaving :“)#theme: to fall in love

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Chapter Seven: Crunchy Foods

Thad sat on Don's lap at the computer, playing a reading game. “Bart said he reads my letter every day,” Thad whispered, “And he says he's feeling better… That's not true, is it?"

"I can't speak on what Bartholomew's feeling. I only know what Dad and the doctors tell me," Don replied. He didn't want to cry in front of Thad, but he was one question away from breaking down.

Thad stopped playing and looked Don in the eye. "Bart promised he won't die. I'm gonna get smart and cure Bart when I grow up, so he's gotta live that long. It'll be okay, Daddy. I promise," Thad reassured him. Don sat Thad on the computer desk and touched foreheads with him. A soft laugh escaped his mouth as tears streamed down his cheeks. The water droplets hit Thad's lap as he patted Don's back. "Don't worry, Daddy." Don's tears built to a full-bodied sob. Don shook violently at the thought of losing Bart. He couldn’t tell Thad that Bart had to be intubated again. His chest ached, his head throbbed as he open-mouthed wept in front of his youngest child.

Meloni came as soon as she heard her husband's sobs. "Donnie? Donald," Meloni whispered. She clutched the fabric of her skirt in a white-knuckle grip. "Starshine, baby. What's wrong?"

"Daddy's sad. He doesn't understand," Thad mumbled, "Bart promised not to die because I'm gonna cure him when we're older." Meloni's breath caught, and she forced an uneasy smile.

"He promised you that?" Meloni asked. The boys had such a complicated relationship but loved each other so much. Meloni feared that Thad would have to grow up without his twin. "Thad, Bart can't make such a big promise. I'm sure he wants to, but-."

Don looked up, shaking his head. His face was a red, shiny mess. All tears, a runny nose, and the sheen of late summer sweat… Don pleaded with his swollen, bloodshot, sleepless eyes for his son's last shreds of innocence and hope. Don pulled Thad into his arms and showered him in kisses. "You are so kind," Don whispered. He pulled away, cradling his son's face in a soft oil pastel artist's hands, and they stared into each other's eyes. "There's no one in this world like you. You are made for amazing things no matter what happens… Okay?" Thad nodded. "Do you understand? Daddy needs to know you understand."

"I do, Daddy… But I am gonna save Bart," Thad insisted, "I finished my game. Can I have my snack now?"

"Yes," Meloni replied. He kissed Don and nearly ran past Meloni. He stopped to kiss one of her fists. She loosened her grip instinctively. "Mommy will be right there to pour your milk."

Thad nodded, leaving his parents alone in their living grief. "Thaddeus is six years old. He doesn't need to feel what we feel every day. Hope is all he has," Don sniffed.

"This is going to crush him-."

"But not now. Right now, Thad’s a six-year-old boy full of hope and dreams… And he only knows that he is meant to spend the rest of his life with the person he came into this world with," Don explained, “Thaddeus doesn’t need to know-.”

Thad returned, holding a Trix Yogurt. “Can I have this and a Danimals?” Thad asked. Meloni crouched beside him.

“Two stalks of celery first. You have to chew something, sweetheart. I know you like soft foods, but strong teeth need crunchy foods,” Meloni whispered.

Thad pouted. “Then can I have a corndog instead, Daddy?” Thad questioned.

“Okay, but you gotta eat something crunchy for me. A little bit of lettuce? You used to like lettuce,” Don whispered. Thad hadn’t eaten anything solid since Bart went to the hospital. “We’ll even do bird-fingers.”

Thad looked at Meloni, and she nodded. “I’ll put the corndog in the oven. Do you want to work with Daddy, or do you want to cook with me?” Meloni asked. Thad looked at Don and back at her. “I can always come and watch you work with Daddy after.” Thad loved them both equally, but he knew Don understood his connection to Bart better than anyone. “Watch Daddy for me? He gets lost so easily. If he wanders off, put him in your pocket for me.” Thad giggled as Meloni blew him a kiss.

Don pulled his sketchbook off the shelf and grabbed Thad’s as well. “Hey, I’ve got a secret… I’ve got a crush on your mommy,” Don whispered.

“What’s a crush?” Thad asked.

Don playfully looked around. “I want to hold hands with your mommy,” Don replied.

“You hold Mommy’s hand all the time,” Thad laughed. Don grabbed oil pastels from the bookcase and rolled into Thad, and Thad giggled, pushing him away playfully.

Meloni finished making lunch and joined Don and Thad in the office. They sat on the floor, and Meloni hand-fed Thad lettuce. “Mmm! Isn’t it yummy, Starshine?” Meloni asked. Thad nodded.

The phone rang, and Thad ran to the kitchen to answer it. “Hello, Allen residence. Thaddeus Allen, speaking,” Thad answered.

“Spike! I need you to do me a favor, okay?” Barry whispered.

“Okay, Grandpa. What is it?” Thad questioned.

“Go tell your mommy and daddy that Bart woke up and that he might get out of the hospital in a few days if he’s well enough,” Barry answered, “But wait… Sparky wanted to talk to you first.”

Thad stood on his tiptoes and held his breath. “Hi, Stinky,” Bart mumbled. His voice was faint, but Thad heard his hoarse tremble in his speech.

“Hi, Smelly,” Thad sniffed, trying not to cry, but the tears came without warning.

“Don’t cry… It’s okay. I’m okay,” Bart rasped, “I love you, Stinky.”

“I love you,” Thad wept, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry you don’t feel good.”

“I’m okay… I’m getting better. That’s what Grandpa told you,” Bart reassured him, “I miss you every day.”

“I miss you more,” Thad sniffed, “Do you wanna talk to Mommy and Daddy?”

“Uh-huh… But can you tell Mommy and Daddy I’m feeling better? You have to stop crying first,” Bart commanded gently. He hated when Thad cried because it was his voice. They felt like his tears.

Thad took three deep breaths and dried his face with a paper towel. “Okay,” Thad replied, “I’m okay.”

Thad took the phone into the office and set it beside him. “Mommy… Daddy… Bart’s awake, and he says he feels better. Grandpa and Bart wanted me to tell you that before he talked to you,” Thad mumbled. He shut his eyes as he put the phone on speaker. Thad didn’t want to start crying in front of their parents. It was bad enough that Barry had to hear him fall apart over the phone. He always held everything in, but hearing Bart that way killed something inside him. Bart always put on a brave face, but Thad could feel his brother’s hurt. More than anyone would ever know.

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sovonight · 1 year

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books & flowers

#sovo art #he gives her a bouquet that says 'i will die without you/your presence soothes my pain/my love is hopelessly unrequited/you enchant me'#then avoids her for 1 full week in fear (hope?) that she will decipher his feelings #of course she deciphers them but then thinks he can't possibly have put all those meanings in for *her*. surely she's mistaken #and she doesn't want to make things Weird between them bc he has very clearly called her a friend before so that must be all it is #so she thanks him for the gesture of Friendship and internally he's like 'ah. i'll have to resort to truly desperate measures #like verbal communication. or perhaps i will save myself the shame and just disappear off the face of this realm forever'#xan x radri

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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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TW: Angst, Unrequited Emotions.

Kirishima makes friendship easy.

He's always stopping by your office, a cup of coffee in hand just to perch on the edge of your desk and ask about your day. It becomes a routine, something you look forward to as you settle in at the agency and get to grips with the day to day. On the days he doesn't come, too caught up with Hero-ing and saving the city, you can't help but look for him. Your eyes continuously flick towards the door, roused whenever a pair of particularly heavy boots wonder passed - and on the few days you choose to work from home, you return to a scrawled note on your desk and a co-workers warm smile as they tell you: 'Riot was looking for you yesterday.'

He's the first to cheer you up and invite you out for after-hours drinks, always asking which days you'll be working so he can stop by and say hello.

In all honesty, you should have expected the butterflies.

It's Kirishima Eijirou, after all... He's barely shy of perfect. Anyone with a heart would be in danger of falling hopelessly in love with him and it seems you're not immune to his charm.

Your new discovery has your stomach fizzing. Your heart fluttering helplessly against your ribs as you practically skip into work the next day, two cups of coffee held tight in your hands. It's a short dash from the lift to your office, but you're stopped dead before you barely get past the first set of cubicles.

Kirishima is there, perched on the desk of a secretary with two cups in his own hands. He pops one onto the desk and smiles, lips moving as he says something that makes the women he's talking to laugh and slap his thigh playfully. You turn, bolting in the opposite direction just in time for you to pass two side-kicks by the kitchenette; a soft: 'Riot was looking for you yesterday' catching your ear as it's exchanged between them. Your heart sinks.

When you finally shut the door to your office, you only have one cup in your hand, the other laying forgotten in the bottom of a bin. Sinking into your chair, you let your forehead bang against the wood of your desk.

You should have known better than to think you where special. Should have known that you were getting ahead of yourself, looking for something within the niceties he offered you... Of course he was just being nice.

You're just a fool.

#Is this also about Kaminari too?#Did I write this about Kirishima because it's genuinely one of the ways I think Kaminari could break my heart?#Yes. Yes it is.#There's something so raw about unrequited love with no fault...#The pain has no where to go.#Anyway... I'mma possibly delete this in a hot second bc maybe this is closer to home than I thought it was. Lol.#Tw: angst #Tw: unrequited love

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